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viviennevermillion · 2 years ago

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ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴄᴀʀ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ, ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ʜᴀɴᴅ...

❝ I was made for loving you, even though we may be hopeless hearts just passing through; every bone screaming, I don't know what we should do ❞ — tori kelly

prompt: affection they crave but don't dare to ask for

character included: ei, wanderer, pantalone, baizhu

contains: character x gn!reader, established relationship

warnings: descriptions of suffering and chronic illness in baizhu's part

✧ holding your hand — Ei is touch starved after the centuries she has spent locking herself away in the Plane of Euthymia. She's used to people respecting her and even fearing her, but few actually treat her as an equal. How could they after all? She was an archon and she had ruled Inazuma with an iron fist for quite a while. So something as simple as you taking her hand into yours just as she remembers her friends doing ages ago.... it's hardly something self-evident to her. She has a lot to learn about how the world has changed during her absence. Sometimes she may be confused or have this serious, slightly intimidating look on her face. Nothing better in this moment than her beloved taking her hand, which instantly brings a smile to her face. Ei doesn't ask you to hold her hand, she doesn't want to come off as clingy, but everytime the two of you are out on a date she's silently hoping you'll do this small gesture again that makes her heart skip a beat.

✧ leaning your forehead against hers — Even an archon like the Raiden Shogun is not without troubles. Quite on the contrary, Ei has a lot of them after all that has happened. When her doubts and grief creep up on her, a gesture such as leaning your forehead against hers is like a silent promise to her that you'll be there even as the storm rages on in her mind. Your touch is soothing to her restless soul and as she feels your kindness and the extent of your love, she understands what it means to find her beloved eternity in something as simple as a fleeting moment with you.

✧ kissing her neck — Ei, when she appears in public, represents eternity both as an archon and a person. She's solid and radiates an aura of untouchability. Who could have thought that someone as her was incredibly ticklish? She likes the sensation of your lips against her neck, but it also tickles her sensitive skin, so you can hear a giggle escaping her that you might not have heard otherwise. If you're planning to tease her and fool around, a giggle might turn into a hearty laugh. You'd be sure to earn the respect of Inazuma's citizens if they were to learn that you could draw a laugh like that out of the woman who once watched these lands with such a cold gaze.

✧ letting her rest her head on your shoulder — Ei doesn't technically need to sleep. But the duties of the Shogun can be quite taxing. As such, she appreciates the opportunity to wind down in your presence and take some deep breaths after a stressful day. You can always tell when she's tired. She tends to close her eyes and let the cool wind hit her face. If you offer her to rest her head on your shoulder, she'll happily take you up on it. She'll keep her eyes shut, enjoying the closeness to you as she mumbles a quiet "thank you". She loves to sit idly like this for a while, simply relishing in the love you give her each day.

✧ sharing things with her — There's just something so intimate about doing things together and sharing what you enjoy with each other. At first, Ei found the idea of sharing a can of dango milk with two straws or an ice cream cup a little silly, not understanding how it could be any different from each of you getting your own food and drinks, but after trying it she really felt like she bonded with you over it.

✧ letting him sit on your lap — This is something he would never ask for over his dead body unless you tease the hell out of him repeatedly but he's been thinking about it ever since getting together with you. He's all too familiar with bickering and pushing you away, even when he doesn't want to; because he's scared of what would become of him; were he to face another devastating betrayal. He craves your affection but he spends his days waiting.... yearning for it. For how foolish would it look if you were to mock him and abandon him for craving something as cheesy and human as this? So he pushes down his feelings and just settles for whatever affection you decide to give him. Until one day there's no seating spot left for him and you grab his waist, gently pulling him onto your lap. You had no idea up to that point that your lover was capable of blushing. But he's silent and doesn't dare to move, lest you might push him off with a joking comment. As you pull him closer to your chest, he relaxes into your embrace and closes his eyes. Your lips find the soft skin of his neck and place a couple of appreciative kisses on it. Wanderer lets out a relaxed sigh and turns his head to you to press a kiss to your lips. "You seem to enjoy this", you remarked with a smile on your face. "I'm simply making sure you don't cry about not getting enough affection later. That'd be a bother", he huffs and you can't help but let out a chuckle, knowing him well enough by now to see through his facade. You make a note to do this more often.

✧ playing with his hair — This one is in your favor because he has really, really soft hair. You don't even remember when it happened but at some point, laying his head in your lap and letting you card your fingers through the dark strands has become his way of unwinding after a long day. He loved the experience of finally feeling safe and cared for in someone else's presence after he had been surrounded by people he was more than justified to distrust for the past centuries. Your touch was soothing, like a gentle breeze inviting him to a place far away from his troubles and doubts. Never did Wanderer believe that anything in his life could be considered "a blessing from the gods", but with you? Well, he wouldn't be surprised. Or maybe it was simply what you were like; giving your love to him in this often cold and cruel world without expecting anything in return; your care for him blossoming and persisting in this reality despite all odds.

✧ squeezing his thigh — He loves when you do this, whether it be when you have to get up and leave to attend some business or whether it's in reassurance; despite how he'd claim that he doesn't need your support and encouragement about anything. He'd feel much more lost without it. He also enjoys simply having you rest your hand on his thigh while you're sitting idly on the couch or a picnic blanket, each of you tending to your own matters and interests but always enjoying being together like this. It reminds him that you're there, something he needs when the thoughts of his past and the uncertainty about his future start to creep up on him.

✧ kissing his shoulders — He's very weak for this. He has no idea what the point was; for a puppet to have any sensitive spots. Wouldn't he have been more efficient if he could feel no affection or pain? After all, wouldn't life have been less hurtful like this? But in those moments; feeling your lips trail soft kisses along his shoulders; he was, for the first time, glad that he was like that. He closes his eyes and focuses solely on the pleasant tickle your pecks left on his skin.

✧ holding him in your arms — Pantalone may seem like a cold and serious business man on the outside, but he can't fool his beloved. That man is a hopeless romantic once you get him to trust you and he's clingy as hell. He's a little spoon and he loves when you hold him in your arms after a long day of work that you sometimes even have to coax him away from. He'll rest his head against your chest as you do him the favor of gently removing his glasses that he forgot he even still had on because of how tired he was. He lets out a happy sigh as you run your fingers through his dark locks and press a kiss to his forehead. He may not ask you to do this, but he always makes sure to express his gratitude to you for the love you give him. "Thank you for always taking care of me like this, my dearest", he mumbles and nuzzles your neck, "and getting me to sleep on time... I had no idea it was already midnight." He let out of chuckle and you shake your head with a disappointed sigh. Not a week went by where you didn't find him nodding off at his desk at least once; struggling to keep his eyes open and accidentally misspelling or repeating words on the report drafts he made. "You need to take some more time off", you whisper, gently caressing his cheeks. "The work of a Fatui Harbinger is tedious", he simply states. But if you could convince him to take breaks and get enough rest with your love and affection? Well, that was enough for now.

✧ listing the reasons you love him — This is something he needs from time to time. He vividly remembers his youth where he used to search for coins in the streets to buy himself a meal and was politely told to exit restaurants as his shabby looks might have a negative impact on the establishments' reputation if wealthy customers saw him like this, sitting alone at the table with half a meal because that was all he could afford. His popularity and desirability skyrocketed when he became a wealthy business man and the 9th harbinger. What could you love about him, if not his material possessions? There are moment, especially in the beginning of the relationship, where nothing helps him get over his doubts more than you holding him close and reminding him of how beautiful he was in your eyes; how you'd love him with every fiber of your being even if he had not a single coin to spare. That you adored how thoughtful, intelligent, ambitious and passionate he was. You loved the light-hearted moments in which Pantalone would joke around with you and attempt to tease you; as well as the quiet nights where he just couldn't help but to kiss you over and over again because his love for you was too much to just keep in his heart. You felt the same. That's why you let him know how much he means to you and all the little things you've grown to love about him.

✧ shoulder massages — He needs those because he has so much muscle tension, you weren't sure how his back didn't hurt every minute of the day. There's few things Pantalone appreciates more than having you massage his shoulders and help his muscles relax when he pulls what you had come to refer to as another "desk work marathon". Again, he doesn't ask for this but he makes sure to thank you, interrupting his work for a moment to give you a loving kiss and look into your eyes as he tells you that he loves you.

✧ holding his hand when he's sick — We all know Baizhu has some days where his ailment gets so bad that he has to stay in bed and can't go to work. It took him a long, long time to even let you see him during those moments of weakness. Usually he'd just lock himself in his bedroom with only Changsheng for company as he tried to get through his pain on his own. After all, to him, it seemed as though it probably would be burden enough for you to love a man you knew was slowly dying. You didn't need to see him suffer like this. Only after you insisted several times that you want to be there for him when he has a bad day; that it would worry you way less if you could support him and comfort him; he let you in. Baizhu feels bad for relying on your help when he's in this state, but simultaneously your presence soon becomes a remedy he wouldn't want to miss out on. When the pain makes his whole body sore and the dizziness and nausea makes him feel like he's never going to get up again and the temperature of his body feels as though the gods of cryo and pyro were having a brutal war in his quarters; there's also, through all the hurt, the feeling of your hand holding his. The sound of your voice reassuring him that he was going to be okay and that you were right there with him. "Just focus on my hand", you tell him with a gentle voice as you run your fingertips over his palm as you see him shiver in the bed next to you. "I'm sorry that-", he croaks out but you interrupt him. "There's nothing you need to apologize for, my love", you reassure him and press a kiss to his forehead.

✧ helping him during bad days — Similarly, it also takes Baizhu a while to warm up to the idea of letting you assist him when he's feeling sick; be it making him tea or soup, taking care of some of his documents or wrapping his calves in wet cloths to help with the fever. You can only shake your head upon learning that he used to try and do these things himself while in this state. Changsheng is more than grateful that she doesn't have to fuss over the doctor as much as she used to now that you're here. Despite his initial protests, Baizhu has to admit that getting through one of those days had become way easier with someone around who actually had arms. Changsheng could try to ease his pain and comfort him with words but carrying a plate of soup was outside of the realm of possibility for the white snake.

✧ braiding his hair — As much as you love to see your lover with his hair down, there's many situations in his profession where a braid is more hygienic and comfortable to have. So he appreciates just being able to relax and talk with you about anything that crosses your minds while you braid his hair. If you keep commenting on how soft it is and how beautiful you think Baizhu is, you're sure to get a blush out of the physician. "You're adorable when you're flustered", you tease and Baizhu is glad that you're braiding his hair so he doesn't have to make eye contact with you. Oftentimes, doing this will have you press a kiss or two to his neck to remind him of your love for him while you tend to his long hair.

✧ deep and loving kisses — Baizhu loves when you take the initiative and just hold him in your arms while kissing him slowly and repeatedly. He appreciates to just be able to forget about his quest for immortality and his illness like this for a while, simply focusing on the feeling of your lips on his and your tongue circling around his, pouring all your love for him into the gesture and mumbling a quiet "I love you" in-between them. He knew very well that humans had a habit of living fast and the days going by faster than you'd think they would, so he adores just being able to indulge you and focus on your touch as if time had frozen for just a moment. He lets you pull him into another kiss as many times as you like to, simply grateful to be loved like this by someone he treasures as much as you.

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goatakiart · 11 months ago

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❀ It's hard to love ❀

Scara x Reader (Lumine)

Uni AU

Childhood friends (slow burn?)

SFW but slightly suggestive

Mention of drugs and smoking

⚘I work really hard to write and draw for each fanfic! I hope you like it! ⚘

Why is it that hard to love?

Scara and you have been knowing each other since childhood. You have been to field trips together, you have tried the same hobbies and have been to the same classes.

He keeps trying, for what? He doesn't even know. But whatever he's trying it's to no avail.

Everytime he tries to be nicer it's not working.

The other day, you went to the university's cafeteria and ordered a latte.

"Are you buying this shit again?" He exclaims disgusted.

What he was trying to say is..."I could buy it for you." But he didn't. He fucking didn't, and it pissed him off. He felt like a moron.

You roll your eyes in annoyance, knowing him full well. He was always like that, but you do know his soul. You know how he feels and who he really is. You can feel it when he has cried the night before.

Oh does he cry often.

But none knows, you were not supposed to know, but you do, you can sense it.

After university ends you both head to the library to study, he holds and sips on his third bitter coffee as he's listening to music and reading on the desk next to you, focusing on his studies. You instead, cannot study, for the love of God, how can you? It's the perfect time to steal glances at him. When he's listening to music, he really doesn't understand what's going on around him. The only thing you can do is doodle him as he's unaware. He's a top student, but none really expected him to be this good when he got to university. In school, he was always fighting with the other kids, never studying, always causing trouble. You have asked him a couple of times if he has ever done drugs. To which he answered no, but you knew he was lying.

Luckily, when high school ended, he could finally move from his mother's house to live with his aunt, which did him really good. It was still hard to have conversations, though, yet you cherished him because even if he acted like an asshole at times, he was always present, especially when you needed him, and that was enough.

It seems like you daydreamed for way too long.

"What are you looking at, Idiot." He exclaims, annoyed, he's right in front of your face, and you didn't even notice. This makes you jump from your seat and immediately look for the notebook you were doodling on. Where is it???

"Are you looking for that?" He holds it like a piece of crap by a page, between his index finger and his thumb, letting the rest hang.

You try to grab it, but to no avail, he flashes a satisfied, rather evil grin before he lets it fall and immediately catches it midway through on the air, which makes the book close loudly.

"Give it back..."

"Hah." He scuffs mockingly. Curiosity has won him over, and he opens the notebook eagerly. He didn't mean to pry on your private stuff...he didn't know why he did it. Maybe he needed a sign... maybe...

His eyes widen as he finally reaches the point of the book which is full of doodles...doodles of him.

You look down embarrassed, trapping your hand between your thighs in order to protect your body from the invisible force of shame. You expect him to mock you, but instead, his face...changes color?

His cheeks begin flashing a pink tint just before his whole face turns red, his ears too.

He immediately closes the book and gives it to you, all while looking away to avoid your gaze. Little did he know you also looked away from him. You try to get your book back, grabbing it forcefully in case he attempts to pull it away, but your fingers slightly touch his. He shivers and covers his face in response. I hate her, I hate her, I hate her, he tells himself, to convince his spirit to calm down.

"I....I will see you later, bye."

He walks away in hurry, banging the door behind him which makes everyone in the library to raise their head and look at that direction, you try to hide your own face before the people notice the action was related to you. Your heart is still beating like crazy. It almost makes you feel dizzy. Did he really see it all? What if he hates you now? Maybe he'll avoid you... this is so embarrassing. You lay your face straight on the desk, followed by a defeated groan.

Scaramouche walks fast to get back home, too fast, he almost trips a few times. His mind arguing by itself.

"Why the fuck is she doodling me?"

"These drawings were pretty good, does he think I'm handsome?"

"Maybe she just doodles whoever she finds in front of her to practice."

"Does she... draw other people too...?"

He stops at this last thought to take a deep, reaaaally deep breath.

"Fuck." He's too deep into this, it ruins him, it hurts him to the core, but when you're around it feels great, he feels like he can achieve everything when you're next to him, as if it's only the two of you in the world. It's genuinely confusing, his mind is spinning, he stops outside his apartment and lights a cigarette. He lays his back against the yellow cemented wall. He releases the smoke and arches his head back to look at the sky, it's cloudy, gray, and it reminds him of the mess he is. He relates to the storm, and he hates it.

His aunt, Nahida, storms out of the door in an appron, slippers and a spoon which genuinely startles Scara, the cigarette drops from his mouth to the ground, as his eyes followed the now useless cigarette he notices it begins to get covered in rain, which adds to its uselessness. Drowns it.

"Are you smoking again? What did I say?"

"Look, I'm an adult. I don't smoke in your house, so that should be enough."

Nahida understands the cold interior. He thinks that if he does whatever is necessary, there's no point for anyone to bother him. He has no idea how someone can do something out of care...or worry. Or maybe he has, but he doesn't wanna believe he deserves this kind of treatment.

"The food is ready, you should get in, you'll catch a cold in the rain!" She says, patting his back just before she gets in again.

Scara watches her as she enters the house. Suddenly, his body bounced as he recalled the fact that your house was somewhat far to walk back to. He leaps forward, stepping on the cigarette he previously dropped, to go and find you.

As he guessed, he spotted you on the avenue near your uni.

Just before you crossed the road, you were trying to cover yourself with your hoodie, wearing your backpack to your stomach, trying to protect the books from the rain. He gasps at your sight, he stops running, trying to catch his breath, he leans forward and his fists clench on his knees. This feeling again. He hesitates to call out your name.

A car passes by really fast, splashing water all over you, Scara in anger yells at the car from afar.

"Go to hell, fucker!"

You jerked your head, blinking as you notice his familiar figure.

"Scara?!" You yell from the other side. However, your voice is muffled by the loud sound of the rain as it gets heavier, he cannot hear you but manages to read his name on your lips.

Oh fuck. He thinks to himself, did he mess up again? He wants to run to you and cover you up...but he just stays in place, staring at you, his pupils shake as the rain pours on him, his wet hair all over his face. Theres a moment of silence before you decide to pass by the road, trotting to his direction in worry.

"What are you doing here??"

He tries to talk... wants to... but, but... why is it so hard? ... ah!!! Fuck it!

In one quick movement, he swings his hand and grabs your wrist forcefully, pulling you close to him.

Another pause. Your heart flutters for a moment, his indigo eyes looking into your own as if he's searching for something, grasping your attention. He cuts the silence like a knife would cut the butter, his sharp voice demanding your attention.

"Let's go."

He walks on the opposite side of you, pulling you behind him, slowly speeding up his steps, leading you towards his apartment.

"I thou--I mean, Nahida thought that it's best you don't walk all this distance in the rain, you will catch a cold."

You can barely hear him among the pitter-patter of the extremely heavy rain.

"It's okay, I can go..."

He tilts his head back, with a frown, his gaze pierces you angrily.

"It's half an hour trip, literally shut the fuck up."

"Okayyy, Mister, I'm sorry!"

"Hmph."

He rotates his head to the direction you're heading again, still pulling you.

You finally reach your destination. There's no time to process anything before he opens the door, almost throwing you inside before him. He wants you to get to safety quickly, but damn, is he rude about it. You both leave your shoes by the door.

"Look who's here!" Nahida greets you both. She rushes in to turn on the water heater and helps you both take off your coats and bags.

You know her very well, you have been staying for dinner a lot of times. You live alone, so Nahida always likes to treat you with good food instead of going back home to instant noodles.

You both sit on the table, somewhat awkward. You fiddle on the towel on your head. Nahida places the plates on the table, Scara helps her lazily, the glasses are clinging against each other, he separates them from his hands and puts them next to the plates. The menu today has chelow kebab. You love that dish. The aroma of the well cooked beef against the steamy rice together with the variety of spices is filling your system, revealing a hunger you didn't know you have. You all begin to eat and chat about all the random topics. Might that be school, family situations or even funny moments you all shared together, the kitchen is filled with laughter, and of course, Scara's grumpiness when it comes to the two women remembering funny moments that do not benefit him at all, which causes you to laugh even harder.

The water finally got hot, Scara insists on you getting into the shower first to avoid catching a cold. He never gets sick anyway.

You do as you're told and get in. It feels like home, so there's not much embarrassment going around. You shower quickly without many thoughts in your mind. The hot water dropping on your body helps your muscles relax, and your temperature finally comes back to normal. You quickly get out in the robe Nahida gave you and sprint into Scara's room.

He notices you as you enter the room and close the door behind you. He takes a long sip of his bitter black tea.

"Why the heck did she give you my robe?"

A jolt of surprise runs in your body like electricity. You take a moment to really shake the dirty thought that lingers in your mind. He has been in the robe you're wearing...naked.

"Um..."

He pinches the bridge of his nose. "Nevermind, I have another."

It's very challenging to hide the fact that your imagination is running wild at this moment.

What does he look like naked??

"Are you gonna just stand on top of my head all night? Sit down."

You try to find of an excuse.

"I was thinking that my clothes haven't dried yet..."

He raises an eyebrow.

"...and?"

A short moment of silence follows.

"I'll bring you some."

"You have women's clothes?"

"No, dumbass. I'll give you my clothes."

He reaches for the drawer and it doesn't take much time for him to pull out a pair of pajamas.

"Am I going out on pajamas?"

You clearly are playing dumb.

"I'm not sure if you pretend to be stupid or you actually are. The rain ain't gonna stop anytime soon. You're staying here.

He demands it, and you're not bothered at all by it.

"Are you sure?"

"There's no point to repeat what I just said." He's already walking out of the room midway the sentence, leaving you alone in the room, with the folded cloth sitting on your thighs and drops from your -still- wet hair running down your back, you attempt to remove your robe and dress up, till you notice the black underwear, his underwear. He really gave it to you just like that? You're way too hesitant to wear this. You're getting shy, or perhaps the thoughts in your head are rising at an increasingly dangerous speed. The creaking sound of the door opening drags you out of your thoughts, and a Scara in baggy clothes emerges.

"Why are you still sitting in the robe? Do you wish to soak my bed?"

You do wish to soak his bed.

"I'm sorry...it's just...um..."

He raises an eyebrow, your brain tries to focus on something else. The only thing it can pick up is the sound of the fabric on his hoodie as he crosses his arms. The silence is deafening.

"...Go on."

"Nothing."

"Nothing?"

His head turned slightly to the side, his eyes turned down and forward to you.

"Yea, I just zoned out a bit. I'm going to change, can you turn around?"

The question embarrasses Scara, he doesn't even know the reason, he would prefer to be in the same room as you while you change, but his brain betrays his love deprived heart once again, it is not new to him. He simply opens the door to get out.

"Be fast about it."

But that doesn't mean he won't follow up with an act of kindness. Sometimes, passes till he knocks the door, and you let him in. He's holding a cup of hot chocolate. A tiny smile surfaced from the corners of Scara's mouth just when he saw you in his own clothes, even if small, the smile was radiating a sense of pride and...joy.

"Good."

He hands you the cup.

"Thanks..."

You place the hem of the cup on your mouth, taking a sip of your drink as you sit uncomfortably in his unexpectedly comfortable clothes.

"You didn't have to--" He cuts you off angrily.

"Cut the pleasantries. This is not like you at all."

Of course it is not. Your mind is too busy wandering around, imagining things you shouldn't.

"Would you be satisfied if I treated you like a bitch?"

"Maybe I would."

Wow. What?!

You both pause.

"I mean, I appreciate honesty, alright."

"I can be nice and honest."

"You're unbearable."

"And you're a prick."

"Are you sure about that? You're wearing this pricks clothes right now."

"I swear I could--"

I could remove them.

"--hit you right now.

"You? Hit me? Get a grip."

Maybe I'm into that.

You raise your arm as if you're going to hit him, jokingly landing your hand on his arm.

He scoffs. And you do, too. You find yourself laughing. Oh, how he loves your laugh. How he enjoys seeing you sitting comfortably in his room, in his clothes. He wishes to stop time right now, engrave this moment in his consciousness.

"Say...Lumine."

"Hm?"

Not gonna lie. The sudden change of mood stressed you, your eyes locked with his, and your eyebrows rose in curiosity. A line appeared between his brows as his eyes leered, trying to guess your expression as much as you were trying to guess his own.

It was always like that, no matter how close you would be to each other, there was always this invisible wall, as if his soul is within reach but you could never reach it, a distant dream, but a nightmare contiguous with your consciousness. The nightmare of losing him, the nightmare of him turning his back away from you, never looking behind him again.

It took him a long time to speak, you didn't rush things, he looked like he needed time, you saw it as his eyes, from a starry sky turned into a deep distant ocean.

He was scared. God only knows what he was scared of.

"Nevermind."

Another one ended convo. How many times did you go through this? It stirred your heart dry.

Your ribcage felt like it's compressing your chest, your heart swollen into it, about to burst, if this happened...your feelings would pour out...then he'll leave...he'll...

"No."

"What?"

His eyes widen, and a glimpse of hope poured out of them, giving this vast ocean a glimmer of the stars you witness inside his soul.

"I know something is wrong, Scara. Why are you avoiding me? What are you so scared of?"

His eyebrows frowned, he looked angry....or desperate...it was hard to read his expressions. You kept talking.

"I appreciate honesty as much as you do. However, you're not honest. No, you're not lying to me or to Nahida. You're lying to yourself. Have you ever allowed yourself to swallow anything else than this bitter tea?"

You felt your body weak from all the overwhelming emotions. You are trying your best to stay composed, but your body shakes netherless.

He takes a deep breath, his mind begins to spin.

"Is there anything else than bitterness in life? It's the true flavor of everything. You can see it everywhere, in history, in books, poetry, and people love it. They like the bitterness, and they enjoy pouring my cup with it."

"That's not true! And even if it is..."

You pause to stroke Scara's sleeve. Nothing will stop you. He needs to witness his worth from your own eyes.

"I'll be the one who will pour the honey in that cup. No matter how much you hate it, I'll be here regardless, and I'll keep annoying you, sending you texts, memes, talking about my day to you when you picked your phone up just because I called you five times in a row."

Why is loving so damn hard?

He hates it. He hates feeling vulnerable, she hits every spot, he hates not being able to put his feelings into words, and what about actions? Whatever he does, his actions do not match the emotion. It's pointless to try, yet... there's something in him that begs her not to let go of him. When she says just that, all hell broke loose.

"How fucking Irritating."

You gasped, taking your frown away from his sight. You're about to get up and leave.

He can't let that happen. Not again.

He grabs your arm with intensity, pulling you down again.

"Let go of me--"

There's no time to get mad, there's no time to react or speak further, because...because all hell broke loose.

His lips met with yours. In a still, silent movement. The movement itself might be "emotionless," but the action itself released all the emotions in the world. He couldn't react further in fear of doing the wrong thing, however he didn't let go of your wrist, he just grasped it harder, squeezing it painfully inside his palm, his closed eyes frowned in discomfort. It was only natural. This was so out of character for him. You noticed everything because,in your own nervousness, you find it difficult to close your eyes, taking your time to process what is just happening, not responding to his kiss. Unfortunately, this made him think he did the wrong move and attempted to move away.

You...can't let him go. Not again.

You grabbed his face and clashed your lips against his own once more. Your kiss was the exact opposite to his attempt. Your expression, however, is familiar to his. Your kiss was deep and sloppy, your heart was banging against your chest, feeling your pulse hammering on your whole body, your lower abdomen felt ticklish, your whole body was stressed by the adrenaline running wild in your system. He finally responded to the kiss with the same intensity, his body pressed against yours, pushing you, causing you to fall on the bed under him, but he didn't let you just fall, he was holding your waist firmly, letting you down softly as he turned the kiss from sloppy and intense, to collected and passionate. He seemed experienced, so you followed his lead and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Your hands reached the back of his neck and kept moving till you began caressing the back of his scalp carefully. A slow, cozy playlist was left playing in the background while the raindrops kept pounding on the window. Everything felt perfect, an outcome you would never expect, an outcome he wouldn't dare to even dream of.

Loving is hard, but maybe it's worth it if you're the honey to his bitter tea.

#scaralumi #scara x reader #genshin scara #scaramouche fanart #scaramouche #scara #wanderer x you #genshin wanderer #genshin scaramouche #genshin fanfic #wanderer x reader #wanlumi #scaralumi fanfic #genshin fanart #genshin fluff

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localgirlbecomesobsessed · 1 month ago

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Gangs actions and reactions to the newest chapter (chapter12)

Spoilers ahead and just some quick thoughts

This is quickly done cause I’m mega ill but I really loved this episode it was so cute but is setting up alot of really interesting story lines!!!!

Olivia 🐼 +karma

Haru+animals=an extremely happy Olivia

Or Haru and Olivia take their kids to the petting zoo episode.

Olivia is in her element, jabberwock is the place she works best in and working with animals was always her dream before everything went down when she was a kid.

Is literally crying about Haru like my tiny husband, so smol, so biteable.

Karma doesn’t really help much and is doing kids and adult face paints, kind of forgets they’re on a mission and just does his own thing~painting like a man possessed; starts painting the cat without even realising.

Olivia immediately clocks Haru’s injury; she has to be low key in her efforts to subtlety help him as she knows he’ll avoid the subject and avoid her if he thinks she’s giving him special treatment.

Is more intuned with the anomalies, finds herself going back to the shrine repeatedly but thinks it’s just because she feels bad for the forgotten god and repeatedly asks Haru about it which helps with the end result

Keeps Haru in her dungaree pocket and wears the peekaboo carrier at all times.

Karma’s head got turned into a cat and she wishes she could’ve got a photo, though it weirdly glitched and looked more fox like than cat.

It’s karma who talks to Towa instead of Olivia who doesn’t really leave Haru’s side. Haru Who uses this op to cuddle up to her.

Ren is suffering 1000% snd hates the paired up duos. Lowkey wishes he stayed with ritsu, though slightly changes his mind when karma hands him a watercolour painting of Ren in his outfit, almost blushing as he grumpily accepts the painting.

Karma surrounded by white rabbits and drawing the group is the vision.

Olivia wears an ugly coloured bum bag and is stocked up with all the necessities and hands out snacks, water and stuff throughout the day. ( she is the dad friend)

Olivia is so excited for Haru to finally have a day off, tries to set up the cosiest chill out place for him and peekaboo even leaving her phone so he can watch Netflix, she makes sure she takes a tracker with her so he can follow where she is.

Cathrine: 🧪

As soon as Haru said there’s a cat, she’s like say no more chief I’m there <3

It’s mega awkward between Haru and Cathrine cause they don’t get along-along but they’re trying their best.

Cathrine adores animals so she’s finally having a good time, nearly cries everytime the cat runs away from her.

Towa 🤝 Cathrine -Neurodivergent meltdown

She lowkey takes all the clothing tags off of her clothes and buys a pink hoody from the gift shop as she doesn’t like short sleeved t shirts.

They’re (Towa and Cathrine) weirdly quite similar and it makes things flow a lot easier for Haru as he just keeps pairing Towa and Cathrine up unless forced not to, ie when Ren insisted.

But they are a duo of chaos so if left alone for too long you can see Haru sprinting towards them in order to stop them from destroying or setting alight to something. He left them alone for 10 minutes and Cathrine got Towa to strike a dead tree with lightening multiple times to test how strong it was and how resilient the species of tree was.

It wasn’t very resilient and they had to awkwardly blame the weather as they avoided the farm guys questioning eyes as he sent a team to control the blazing fire.

Cathrine’s eyes are literally sparkling everytime Towa gets an animal to hang out with them.

If Haru and her got along better and trusted eachother, she would help with his hand but obviously it’s a strained relationship. So neither feel comfortable approaching the subject.

Towa and Cathrine talk all night, both being black sheep’s of their respective families, neither of them sleep that night and sit together as they discuss anything and everything, Towa eases a lot and doesn’t flip out in the morning and instead sticks close to Cathrine.

Cathrine is fixing everything she can set her sights on, she’s in her happy place~ fixing things, animals and a cute outfit.

Weirdly enjoyed the farm life despite usually being a homebody who hates the outdoors.

Ren and Cathrine are already really close and she cracks up at the sight of him being the duck mc.

Cries when she finally gets to meet the cat and is apart of the team that’s helping in building up the shrine again.

Has to be stopped by Ren when she meets the sheepdog god, she immediately went to try and pet him.

Is like this 🥹the whole mission.

Plans to take Lyca to the farm, was going to suggest him to look after jabberwock while they were away.

Also wants to take him to the sheepdog god once he regains power, hoping it’ll help Lyca meet neros.

Subtlety tries to make a wish for all the animals to like her but is immediately stopped by Towa (surprisingly.)

Rarely visits jabberwock so shes a bit upset about the mission ending so soon but promises towa to visit more often.

Also tries to file for split custody with peekaboo via ritsu is again stopped by Ren.

Ren and Cathrine play a lot of mobile games together and are in a lot of the same guilds, all the ssr cards he pulls and complains about are ones she’s desperately been wanting.

Ren is like if you don’t engineer a way for this weird dog thing to get tf off of me I will literally kick you out of the guild.

She infact doesn’t help him and he doesn’t kick her out of the guild.

Her relationship with Haru is a bit better and she hands him a hand support she uses and recommends (it works well with his robotic hand-cough cough she may of made adjustments to it to help him~)

Xena: •_•

The chillest to ever chill on this mission, she’s taking it easy, she’s hanging out with the animals…

Cries inwardly at the outfit and asked if she could swap ears with Towa as shes holding a grudge from when a hamster bit her.

She is starting to see a weird resemblance between her and capybaras to the point she sends a selfie to Leo and he’s like who is who?

A capybara is her spirit animal (next to a crow) she’s literally sitting and they’re all calmly huddling around her, Ren gets insanely jealous that he’s stuck with the ducks when he sees Xena literally shining from her calm atmosphere.

After the prison mission this was kind of a dream, she’s not the greatest around animals she sometimes feels awkward in handling them and such but she’s semi trying her best.

Ren 🤝 Xena playing games/reading manhwas when they’re meant to be working.

Once it’s time to follow the cat-its Xena detective mode, the only reason she lost the cat was because of her leg.

Actually gets to use her cane for once since she feels comfortable enough with jabberwock, knows they won’t judge her though Towa grabs the cane off of her and flings it around but does give it back and apologises(in his own way.)

The leg pain is immense but the use of the cane and Towa swooping her in a piggy back ride or princess carry helped immensely.

She immediately clocks Haru’s hand problem and feels the disability solidarity, she tries to help as much as she can in her own way and tries to make sure he actually chills, she does carry him a lot and even shares her dessert with him and her own struggles with her disability in order to let him know he’s not alone-feels embarrassed when he’s like oh no it’s just the hand got stuffed up and I need it fixed, ( of course the ooc emotional speech meant a lot to him and he greatly appreciates it but he doesn’t want her to feel pressured or weighted down by him so tries to pretends it’s just a matter of getting his hand fixed up~ Xena obviously knows what’s up and he breaks and confides in her a little bit)

When the cat starts getting into their psyches she’s like 👁️👄👁️ this the whole time and that’s also the face she has when she has to talk to Towa.

Already figured out Towa controls the weather and it’s why she does her best to keep him happy, even gives him flowers if he seems down.

Is so curious about what Towa wants to wish for as well as finding out why the jabberwock students made a pact with a demon, Leo is a bad influence.

When the mission is finished and she gets back to Leo and Sho, she’s starting to question WTF is going on and she adds finding the one who broke into jabberwock onto her insanely long list of things to do. This is what she ends up looking like, they’re just staring at her like 👁️👄👁️

#tokyo debunker oc #tokyo debunker #xena #tokyo debunkers #cathrine #karma #jabberwock

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jonillaa · 2 years ago

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hii !!! I love your writing and fanfics!! They're the best I binge read them at night everytime fr...but anyways can I get Jo doing your makeup? Like you wanted to hang out with your bf and you want him to do your makeup! You guide him and he gently tries to put makeup on you, blush, eyeshadow, eyebrows, and foundation, you turn out to be a clown but you guys laugh about it !! 😊😊😊

DUVET ┊ asakura jo

PAIRING ┊ jo x f!reader

GENRE ┊ fluff

WC ┊ 668

WARNINGS ┊ classic friends to lovers plot (kinda idk they like each other tho) , not proof-read , lowercase intended!!

SYNOPSIS ┊ it’s jo’s day off, and you find yourself missing him a little too much. in an attempt to spend some time together, you invite him over and ask him to do your makeup. (and he ended up staining your duvet oops)

A/N ┊ i honestly could not come up with a title for this fic so it literally doesn’t match up at all but it’s okay cuz it’s jo!! 😜

jo had finally managed to secure a rare day off from his hectic schedule. he was looking forward to spending some quality time catching up on his favorite anime and indulging in a much-needed break—a break he definitely deserved. little did he know how soon that plan would change.

meanwhile, at your place, boredom was slowly consuming you. the dullness seemed to multiply exponentially, making the hours feel like days. suddenly, an idea struck you like lightning—a foolproof way to kill your boredom and maybe even spend some time with jo.

with your fingers flying across your phone's keyboard, you swiftly typed out a message, inviting jo over without mentioning your ulterior motives. you hit send, half-wondering if he would even consider your request.

but to your delight, jo replied almost instantly, his reply filled with his usual awkwardness: "oh uh, sure. i wasn't really doing anything anyway".

an excited flutter danced in your chest as you prepared for jo to arrive, making sure you had clean brushes and fresh makeup laid out. you couldn't help but feel a little nervous. jo may be your friend, but there was just something about him that made your heart race a little faster.

minutes later, the doorbell chimed, signaling jo’s arrival. you greeted him with a smile, trying to hide your nervousness.

"so, what's the plan for today?" jo asked, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"we’re going to have some quality time," you replied, leading him to your bedroom.

confusion flashed across jo’s face, but he decided not to press the matter. after all, there were plenty of strange adventures you'd roped him into during your friendship.

upon entering your room, jo’s eyes landed on the chaos of makeup supplies spread across your dresser. his eyes widened comically.

"you’re not going to suggest i do your makeup, are you?" he asked, panic lacing his voice.

biting your lip, you let out a nervous chuckle. "uh, actually, that was exactly my plan."

jo stared at you, disbelief etched on his face. "you’re kidding, right?"

with a mischievous glint in your eyes, you shook your head. "nope, dead serious. come on jo, it'll be fun!"

you guided jo to sit in front of the vanity mirror, feeling a mix of anticipation and anxiety. jo looked both adorable and slightly terrified. he bit his lip, his gaze fixed on the soft brushes in front of him.

"okay, but no promises that it’ll come out good," jo mumbled, finally giving in.

for the next hour, jo followed your step-by-step instructions, his fingers trembling as he tried to recreate the makeup looks you were showing him. the room filled with laughter and comfortable silence, the two of you bantering and teasing each other throughout the process.

at one point, jo’s hand shook so badly that instead of applying mascara to your lashes, he ended up streaking black lines across your face. you burst into fits of laughter, clutching your stomach as jo scrambled to fix his mistake.

"this is harder than drawing," jo muttered sheepishly, his deep voice tinged with slight frustration.

as the afternoon wore on, jo’s initial awkwardness melted away, replaced by a newfound confidence. his touch became more sure, his strokes lighter and more delicate. but just as the two of you were nearing completion, disaster struck.

jo’s hand slipped, and a vibrant splatter of red lip tint landed squarely on your pristine white duvet.

his voice filled with panic, jo stammered, "i’m so sorry! i didn't mean to!"

you couldn't help but let out a small laugh, your eyes sparkling with mirth. "it's okay, jo. it’s just makeup. i can wash it off."

relief washed over his face, and he smiled. "i’ll buy you a new duvet cover, okay? i promise."

the mess on your duvet somehow solidified the bond between the two of you. jo’s apology was filled with genuine affection and concern that tugged at your heart, making you realize how much you meant to each other.

a/n 2 i feel like the ending is so awkward and out of place HELP IM SO SORRY. 😕

#&team #&team x reader #&team scenarios #&team jo fluff #&team jo smut #&team jo x reader #asakura jo #asakura jo fluff #asakura jo x reader #asakura jo smut #jo x reader #jo fluff #jonillaa

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littleway · 2 months ago

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A restless day

(a Dalton lambert & Chris Winslow age regression oneshot)

THIS IS SFW!!!! DO NOT SEXUALIZE PLEASE!!!

There's not enough agere insidious stuff esp with Dalton so I'm making my own stuff :3

(no tw's just fluff :3) ↓↓

It had been quite the long, restless day for Dalton. His alarm didn't go off resulting in him being late for his classes, and he just couldn't seem to focus on his work. Everytime he stared at the blank paper, clipped to the easel, it seemed to do nothing but laugh at his attempt at drawing anything. Maybe it was that he got too much sleep, but it seemed as if his mind was a deep fog the entire day.

As he finished up his last class, he gathered his stuff and headed back to his dorm. He opened his dorm door, expecting to sit down in silence and try once again to finish his assignment. However, opening the door revealed none other than Chris Winslow, sitting on Dalton's desk, reading something on her phone.

"Wh-what are you doing here?" Dalton asked, exhaustion obvious in his voice, though not directed at Chris. She looked up at Dalton and smiled before tucking her phone away "Just came to stop by and hang for a bit, see if you wanted to do something?". Chris' legs swung lightly as she payed close attention to the way Dalton's body swayed with exhaustion.

"Oh uh, yea sure I guess" he mumbled, putting his stuff down and sliding his shoes off before sitting on his bed.

Chris carefully observed the boy in front of her, now acutely aware of the boys current mental state."can I ask you something?" Chris speaks up, slightly nervous to ask the question on her mind.

"Yea, go ahead" Dalton says, eyes suddenly glued to Chris. "How long has it been since you regressed?" Chris asks, worried about upsetting Dalton but even more worried about the answer. "Uhm, I don't know, like 2 weeks ago? Why?" Dalton asks, a bit taken aback, this is the first time Chris has taken interest in his regression. "I've read that it can be stress inducing if you hold back your headspace for long enough. Maybe that's why you're so,, groggy?".

Dalton was surprised by this, Chris actually read up on age regression after Dalton had told her about it? And, better yet, she seems concerned that he hasn't regressed in a while. The thought of her caring about his headspace made his face go hot and had his stomach in knots.

"Oh uhm, it uh it should be fine. I was gonna uh,, regress,, later this week anyways". Dalton lies, he had no plan of trying to regress anytime soon, he had far to much work to do to worry about that.

"What if I help you regress tonight? I know you said that you don't need anyone to help but, I kinda want to try if you're comfortable with it." Chris asks, nervously rubbing her hands together and fidgeting with the rings on her fingers.

Dalton, now even more surprised and slightly embarrassed at the prospect of his friend taking care of him while regressed, his eyes avert to every corner of the room that isn't occupied by Chris.

"I uhm I don't know, I mean I've never had someone actually, try to take care of me before." Chris examines Dalton's body language and deduces how embarrassed and surprised he is by the idea, but the way he shifts on the mattress, and his eyes flicker from the floor to Chris, she realizes that a part of him wants to say yes.

"C'mon, it'll be good for us both, you get to take a break from everything for a while, and I get to see how cute you look in pajamas and a stuffie in your arms."

Daltons face goes red hot, he clears his throat as an anxious tic, his eyes meet the floor and he takes a second to think.

"Okay, fine, but just, just once okay? For now." Chris smiles at Daltons agreement to her idea, clasping her hands together with glee.

"Alrighty! What do you usually do to regress first?" Chris asks and Dalton thinks.

"Usually I get changed into more um, comfortable clothes" he says picking at his pants. Daltons everyday clothes weren't that uncomfortable, but the textures could get overwhelming while regressed. "Okay, then let's do that! Where do you keep your comfortable clothes at kiddo?" The pet-name slipped out of Chris's mouth with ease, making Dalton's face go red at the sound of it.

"M-my dresser, third drawer" Dalton stutters, already feeling the hazy fog crowd his mind deeper than before. Chris huffs out an amused puff of air, a smile still playing at her lips. Dalton brings his knees to his chest as he waits for Chris to grab some clothes for him to change into.

"What about.. omg, these are adorable!" Chris exclaims, pulling out Dalton's pair of green footie pajamas with dark green dinosaur foot prints all over it. Daltons face goes red at the sight of them, he completely forgot he had those, let alone that he had brought them to college with him.

"Uh those uhm aren't uh, mine" Dalton attempts to lie, but Chris sees right through his nervous gestures and blushing cheeks. "Riight, they just happen to be exactly your size, and in your dresser drawer."

Dalton, looks away from the girls playful gaze, and begins to chew on the side of his index finger. Chris brings the footie pajamas over to Dalton's bed, setting them aside for a moment. Chris looks at Dalton and realizes that he's started to chew his finger, something they both know isn't a good idea.

"Hey hey, dal, do you have something else you can chew on besides your drawing fingers? We don't want you to not be able to draw for class tomorrow do we?" Chris asks, Dalton looks at her with wide, shy eyes, before switching the hand he's chewing on to his other hand. Chris laughs, who knew anxious Dalton had a mischievous side?

"You know that's not what I meant little one" once again, the petname catches Dalton by surprise, causing his cheeks to blush a pale shade of pink. "Do you have any pacifiers? Or maybe a teether you can chew on instead?" Chris asks, tucking a loose strand of Dalton's hair behind his ear.

"Uh, over 'ere" Dalton says shyly, pointing to his side table drawer. Chris walks over to the side table and opens it up, grabbing a green pacifier and the package of pacifier wipes. She wipes down the pacifier and presents it to Dalton, who still quite embarrassed, gently takes it from her hand. Though, he doesn't put it in his mouth right away, still nervous about opening up to Chris in this way.

"It's okay, you can use it, dal." She gently coaxes Dalton into putting the pacifier into his mouth. He complies and begins softly sucking on the teat, cheeks growing a brighter shade of pink. "Atta boy" Chris praises, smiling wide at the adorable sight before her.

Dalton smiles, quite embarrassed but really enjoying the praises and coos coming from the girl in front of him.

"Alrighty, time to get dressed bub" Chris says, running her hands through Dalton's long hair.

Dalton nods and slides off the bed, Chris grabs the footie pajamas, draping them around the crook of her elbow. "Do you need help getting undressed dal?" Chris asks, Dalton thinks for a second before nodding and raising his arms up. Chris giggles and pulls Dalton's shirt up over his head. Dalton is quick to unbutton his jeans before Chris can get to it, wanting at least a little dignity. He pulls down his jeans and steps out of them, pushing them aside with his feet.

"Alright, time for your pajamas, quick before you get cold" Chris says holding out the footie pajamas for Dalton to step into. Daltons posture is wobbly and he almost falls but he quickly takes hold of Chris's wrist before his body had the chance to. "Careful bub" Chris speaks softly, letting Dalton regain his balance and quickly slip into his pajamas.

Chris pulls up the footie pajamas and guides Dalton's arms into the sleeves before zipping the pajamas up. She pulls back and realizes how messy Dalton's hair got from pulling his shirt off, she lets out a soft giggle and goes to fix up his hair. Once his hair is back to its original state, her touch lingers, and slowly she leans in to plant a gentle kiss to Dalton's forehead.

When she pulls back she sees a very flustered and shy Dalton. wide blue eyes meeting hers, he intently sucks on the teat of the pacifier with a little more vigor. she smiles wide at the sight.

"You are just the cutest huh?" Chris coos, tapping her finger on the button of his pacifier to which he blinks a few times, the last blink lingering for a second too long.

"Ohh someone's getting tired, hm? Now that you're all comfortable in your pajamas, why don't we get comfy in bed?" Chris asks, running her fingers through Dalton's hair, who leans into the touch with a nod. After a second Chris turns away and pulls back the covers on Dalton's bed. Dalton climbs into bed and Chris slips in after him but not before grabbing her laptop.

Propping the laptop on her thighs after getting comfortable, she puts on an old cartoon for Dalton to watch, something from his childhood. Dalton instantly cuddles into Chris's side, wrapping his arm around her torso and resting his head on her collarbone, intently watching the cartoon, pacifier bobbing between his lips. Chris leans her head down and plants a gentle kiss to Dalton's forehead, and he hums quietly. "Good night, dal" Chris whispers, and soon enough Dalton is snoring quietly with Chris following close behind.

#age regression #agere #sfw #agere blog #insidious #insidious: the red door #insidious agere #Dalton lambert #Chris Winslow #Dalton lambert x chris Winslow #agere dalton lambert

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sarahfeliciam · 7 months ago

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The Ultimatum Ch 4

It had been a week since what Emeline considered her disastrous visit to the Hospital Wing, had occurred.

Feeling set ten paces back, she kept her distance from her father the entire week. Did she admittedly feel bad everytime she saw his face fall or he called for her after a class whilst she pretended to become lost in the crowd? You could say that. But her anger was bubbling inside worse and worse; as bad as it sounded, seeing him recover from his transformation only made it easier to fall into a pit of teen angst. She didn't want to be near him and hear some sodded excuse for his decline of her visit.

In her mind, none of it made sense. After all, he'd been much more open then she could've ever pictured him being in their situation, so quickly. However, truthfully, she could have never pictured being in this situation to begin with had hit her square in the face.

Alas, there she was: with a werewolf professor for a father who had completely changed his tune when he turned her away. It was all too much to make sense of, so she'd resolved not to care to make sense.

She thought she'd cleared another class's end by slinking into the ocean of students shuffling out of the dark arts classroom until she felt a tap on her shoulder and heard her father clear his throat whilst offering her peers a warm smile. It was too embarrassing to storm away now, so she turned on her heel to re-enter the classroom with a downcast expression.

"Yes?" She asked quietly, gaining large interest in her shoes.

"Emeline," his voice came gently but stern. "Look at me."

She looked up slowly and met his eyes. Their usual calmness twinkled in them against an ocean of scars - a few fresh - across his face, which caused Emeline to slightly wince in imagination of the pain.

"I know that you heard me ask Madame Pomfrey to send you off. Your look right now is precisely why."

"But-"

"-No. I'm sorry, Emeline. I couldn't waver on this. It's much worse the closer to the moon it is and you aren't ready for that. I'm not ready for that. I know you've been avoiding me but I meant nothing harmful by turning you away."

"Alright."

Remus was taken aback. Surely it couldn't be that easy?

"Alright? Then, you understand?"

"No. I don't understand why you wouldn't want someone beside you; family, at that, during such a difficult time. I was never raised to shy away from sickness or pain and I am certainly not used to being shut out. Then again, I'm not used to having a father, either."

Her words may have hurt more than this transformation had. He found himself at a loss for comment and wasn't sure how to offer her what she needed whilst protecting what he did. His disbelief in Dumbledore's plan reared its ugly head and all the ways he had failed Emeline and could fail her in the future played before his mind's eye.

"Can I g-"

"-yes, you're dismissed. Get to supper."

He turned his back to her and Emeline stood frozen for a moment, unable to comprehend the whiplash of this moment in time.

"Certainly, Professor. I wouldn't want to make life anymore difficult for you." She forced out bitterly. He heard the slightest break in her voice but before he could turn back to face her, she was already out the door to his office and the heavy wood rattled his body with a slam.

What had he done?

•

Another three days had passed which included a mystery chocolate bar resting on her desk before class, a used and tattered version of the next novel in a series she was currently engrossed in at the foot of her bed, and finally today, a letter delivered by her little old owl, Saffron.

Em - please meet me in my office after tonight's feast. We need to talk.

Dad

She stared down at the words for a long time, running a finger over the word 'dad', then glanced to the book that was now on her bedside table. She sighed and took a seat at the foot, drawing her legs up to her chest and resting her chin on top.

"What do you think, Saffron? Shall I try one more time?"

The little owl blinked at her twice before flying to her favorite window to perch. The slight breeze settled on Emeline's face and the moon, safe for now, caught her gaze.

"Mum, why couldn't you have told me anything about him?" She whispered. "I have no idea how to navigate any of this. I haven't a clue who he is. You can come back any day now." Hot tears pooled in her eyes and she wiped them away with determination. "He is all you've left me. You must have loved him…That has to be enough and, maybe one day, I could love him too."

•

His door was open and inviting when she arrived at his classroom, ready to knock. Saffron was perched on her shoulder and nestling her little beak into her curls. There were many creature vertebrae lit as candles and fresh tea filled the air. Lavender, which she had divulged to him was her favorite. She always loved the classroom at night.

Harry had noted its peaceful atmosphere, too. He said once that Professor Lupin told him the candle glow combats the eerie cold of dementors, (boggart or not), and Emeline had to agree. She felt warmth immediately and rested her shoulders and breath as she approached the desk.

But he wasn't there.

She was only left wondering where her father had gone for a few moments before he entered the classroom, holding two chocolate bars and a stack of books.

"Em, thank you."

She nodded wordlessly and sat her in usual chair opposite his. His old tweed cloak had been left thrown across it and Emeline sunk in to the familiarity that was already her remaining parent. Peace washed over her for the first time in quite some time.

"I couldn't ignore your peace offerings forever." She quipped with a slight smile.

Saffron once again flew off to a windowsill and Remus stood over Emeline, with a fleeting and nervous smile back.

"For you, my dear. And a final peace offering." He handed her a chocolate bar first then a book with no title that had been atop all the rest. It looked bound by hand and it had two initials etched onto the front.

R + F

"Was this-"

"-your mother's and mine, yes." He nodded. "We wrote to one another and passed it off after every class and took notes of special occasions once we left school. Why don't you give page one seventy-three a chance?"

Emeline ran her hand over the letters gingerly and opened to one seventy-three.

December 25th, 1979

There are no words to put this feeling to paper. When Poppy confirmed the news, my already perfect world became that much richer and it is all thanks to you. A love I never saw coming and could never deserve. You are my moon and stars, Remus. We're going to be parents alongside our best friends!

Love you forever,

Florence

Emeline took in a shaky breath and swallowed thickly before reading into her father's passage.

Despite the unbearable emotion, she was completely enraptured in this glimpse of her parents that she'd never been given the privilege of before.

Florence,

I knew this would be the verdict. I suppose my instincts pay off occasionally. You always say you never deserved my love but I am the one who is forever in your debt. You've seen me like no one else ever has or has taken the care to. You are my stars. You, and our child. My life began the moment I met you.

Love you forever,

Remus

When Emeline looked up from the page, she found that Remus was not watching her as she had thought, but rather he was at the windowsill, petting Saffron with the back of his hand and humming a more melancholy version of his normally booming records.

"You don't say moon." Her voice found his ears in the silence and he chuckled as he looked over his shoulder at her.

"You have an inquisitive mind much like her. No, I never did return that sentiment. I could never compare your mother to something so damaging to me. Her argument was that she accepted every part of me. She never ended something without saying I was her moon and stars. After years I was beginning to believe it when-" he trailed off and sighed, calling Saffron with the click of his tongue as they both moved to his chair. "-your grandparents delivered their ultimatum."

"This just doesn't make sense, though, Professor."

Something flashed across his eyes when she said Professor that she couldn't place.

"What doesn't?"

"My mother wasn't a weak woman. She was in fact, as you may recall if we're discussing the same person, incredibly hard headed."

Remus laughed as Emeline continued.

"I haven't a clue what ultimatum they could've given her that would sway her from her usual personality, especially with entries like this. She was so in love. So were you."

Her voice grew softer as those wheels turned in her brain once more. It was a sweet sight to him, something about her that he had caught onto quickly. She wore every thought on her face.

"We never had a blessing from her parents. The only thing close to it was when they asked us to never attempt children. I think they were hoping your mother would bore of me before it escalated so seriously, but to their dismay, here you were. I know they loved you, Emeline, please don't take this poorly. But they hated werewolves and were quite terrified that you'd inherit my condition. While very possible, the largest relief of my life was coming home the morning after your first full moon." His eyes glazed over as he replayed the memory in his mind. It was the same memory in which she wrapped her little fingers around his that he had recalled before. Shaking himself out of the past, he continued. "There you were: my beautiful baby girl, unharmed, unchanged… unlike me. My reprieve did not last long. Your grandparents arrived to see how you'd faired the night and, upon seeing you pristine, they offered your mother the decision."

Emeline once more swallowed hard, partially not wanting to ask her next question. Yet, she knew she must.

"What was the ultimatum?"

"That I leave you and your mother to them, to safety, or your grandfather would have me killed."

All of the warmth that enveloped his classroom shot quickly out the window. Her body shook with anxiety and the eeriness of such a cold hearted comment leaving her late grandfather's lips. He wanted her own father gone so badly from her life that, with no regard for her emotion as she grew, they put her mother in an impossible situation. Emeline simply could not stomach it. All these years, picturing her father a villain when truly, she was living in the same home as one.

"I think I'm going to be sick."

Remus was up and by her side in one brisk step. Conjuring a cauldron close, he knelt in front of her as she clutched it and steadied her with a firm hand on her shoulder.

"You need to breathe, Em. Just breathe. Look at me and breathe."

She followed his instruction and steadied her breath as he demonstrated. It took quite some time for the nauseating vision of this discussion to leave her mind, but she pushed it as far away as possible as she focused on his hand gently rubbing her shoulder and offering quiet words of encouragement that nestled into her mind, soothing her.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes." She replied shakily.

He reached behind him and handed her the last chocolate bar from his desk.

"Eat this. You'll feel better."

As she nibbled at her chocolate, Remus moved to sit completely on the floor with his back sinking against his desk, hands folded on his knee in front of him as he sighed deeply.

"I'm sorry. I know how distressing this must be. But I need you to know that your mother and I would never have broken our family apart this way. She made an impossible decision that morning; one that shattered the both of us. I've never been the same. I'm certain she wasn't. One thing is true, however: She was the strongest woman I ever knew and I know that's how she could say goodbye when neither of our hearts could fathom the pain."

For what Emeline could not say with words, she made up in tears. She wasn't sure how long she sobbed to her father that evening nor could recall every single kindness he spoke into her or the tears he shed beside her as they came to an understanding. Now sat together on the floor, they looked through many a page of that little journal together, laughs and tears alike as they poured over pages loitered with happier days that included many past friends and much love.

It warmed Emeline's heart to learn just how beautiful of a pair they had been and put better stories in her mind of their friends and school years which had always been such a mystery to her. She felt as though she'd unlocked a new vault in her life and it all made much clearer sense seeing it written before her.

"It's quarter to three already." She finally yawned, wiping sleep from her eyes.

"Yes, and you are officially on holiday break, dear child. Which reminds me of one of the reasons I hoped to speak with you." He attempted to push himself up as the floorboards creaked and she leapt up, despite her exhaustion, to help him. Steadying himself against his desk, he smiled. "Would you care to come home with your father for the holiday?"

#remus lupin x daughter #remus lupin #george weasley #harry potter

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vxntagedior · 2 years ago

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muse

summary | you noticed how xavier has been loosing motivation, so you give him something to paint

pairing | xavier thorpe x fem!reader

warning | fluff fluff fluff, mentions of paternal neglect

word count | 487

Knocking on the outside of his art studio, you hear Xavier stop whispering to himself before opening the door for you.

“What are you doing here?” It came out as more of a shocked surprise instead of malice, a small smile starting to linger on his lips. “I told you I’d be back.”

“You said you’d be back 45 minutes ago.” You let yourself in, frowning slightly, seeing the blank canvas sitting on the easel. Turning to look back at Xavier, seeing how he hadn’t changed and still in his uniform. “Have you not made anything yet?”

“No.” He shook his head, about to start his inner monologue once again. “I-I can’t seem to think of something, most of my art comes from my dreams or things I talk about with Kinbott but there’s been nothing lately.

You could see how his eyebrows were creased, his fingers were jittery. Xavier always told you art was something he could turn to back home before coming to Nevermore, it calmed him, helped him relax and kept him away from his father.

“What about me?” You offered.

“What?” He looked at you confused.

“Draw me.” You smiled, bringing your arms out to your side, “I’ll be your muse.”

Xavier pondered for a second, smiling softly, before starting to move some of his painting, moving his stool into the middle of the room. You watched as he started gathering his paints, taking your spot on the stool.

“So, is there a pose you’d like me to do?” You giggled, getting excited, always loving when Xavier drew you.

“No, you look perfect.” He whispered, smiling softly.

Sitting on the stool, you watched as painted on the canvas, seeing all the worries drain from his face, everytime he turned to look at you, he smiled at you, taking every part of you in his eyes before transferring it onto the canvas.

You never realized how long it would be, starting to get antsy and starting to move a bit.

“Don’t worry, I’m almost done.” You always loved how Xavier was present with you, watching over your mannerisms.

Being true to his word, Xavier sent down his paints, beckoning you over to him.

“Oh, Xavier, it’s beautiful.” You said in awe. He captured every essence in your body, he put thought and love in the painting, like he painted his love for you in it.

He was always bashful whenever you complimented his painting, dismissing them as if they were just stick figures.

Holding his hand out, with the move of his fingers, you saw how it came to life. You watched as your 2d self came to life, mimicking your movements, laughing in the picture, just like you always did.

“Did you find your calling again?” You asked.

“Yeah, you seem to bring out the best in me.” He smiled, grabbing your hand, pulling it up to his lips, kissing your knuckles softly.

#xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe x fem!reader #xavier thorpe x girlfriend!reader #wednesday #wednesday addams #xavier thorpe blurb

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garoujo · 3 years ago

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YOU TELL THEM YOU’RE SLEEPY — JUJUTSU KAISEN

feat : gojo satoru, geto suguru, itadori yuuji, fushiguro megumi + nanami kento

ღ warnings — fluff!!! no warnings except more f. leaning petnames.

ღ note — consider this a gift from one sleepy person to the next ><

・✶ ｡ﾟGOJO SATORU

youd curled up next to satoru on the couch as he sorted through some files from lessons, feeling his arm immediately find its place around you—pulling you in to smear a lazy kiss against your forehead. “you okay, pretty girl?” satoru drawls, fatigue evident in his tone and also in the way he hadn’t even changed out of his uniform yet. “tired, ‘toru.” you reply and his lips upturn slightly, softly—his other arm coming around to gently grab your thigh before dragging you onto his lap. satoru leans back just enough to be able to pull you onto his chest, his arms hooking around your waist before hes peppering a few more kisses to your temple and his cheek is smooshed against the skin, sighing sleepily above you while his words are muffled against you but they still drawl so dreamily. “how’s that, sweetheart? you know you can sleep right here if you like, i’ve got you.” he hums, feeling his slender hands smooth up the length of your spine everytime you nuzzle closer to him, soothing you as he smirks a little lovesick to himself. “so sweet, aren’t you, angel? you always look the prettiest when you’re wrapped up in me, you know.”

・✶ ｡ﾟGETO SUGURU

you groan a little when you feel suguru slide in bed beside you, immediately smelling the familiar scent of his shower gel as he ties back his wet hair. “sugu?” you sigh, hearing a grumble in return before his lips are softly pressed against yours, accompanied by the feeling of his hands smoothing over your skin. “you okay?” he drawls and you hum at the low tone he his voice always took when he was tired. “i’m tired.” you rasp and he smiles. “me too, pretty girl.” suguru’s features are already laced with sleep, feeling his fingertips smooth under the shirt you’re wearing before his body flops on top, nuzzling into your chest with a drawn out sigh. “you comfy now?” you grin and he sighs contently, there was always a drop in his guard when he was home. “yeah, nap with me, baby?” feeling his fingers draw absentminded shapes into your skin as you allow yourself to melt under his touch, nodding before you feel him place a kiss against your skin through the fabric of your shirt.

・✶ ｡ﾟ ITADORI YUUJI

yuuji just came back from a mission when he’d found you on the couch, a little dazed as you nodded off. “baby! what’re you doing—i’m home, you okay?” his voice is a little softer than normal, but his smile is just as bright when he squats down to place a kiss on your lips. “im okay, just sleepy.” you reply and you hear yuuji hum in thought for a few seconds before his smile seems to tug even wider. “oh! i know, does that mean you wanna cuddle, yeah? cmeer babe.” he beams and you groan a little when he lifts you slightly, clumsily sliding himself in under you with an enthusiastic smile before pulling you up against his chest, giggling when you nuzzle into his warmth immediately. “see, now you can sleep here baby. i won’t move, i promise. i’ll be extra quiet.” his words shouted whispers as he holds you tightly, peppering a few gentle kisses to your temple every couple of minutes with a little grin.

・✶ ｡ﾟFUSHIGURO MEGUMI

megumi in the kitchen, making a coffee before he felt your arms wrap around him from behind—drawing a smile from the dark haired sorcerer when he feels you nuzzling into his warmth before he’s turning to greet you. “you okay?” he asks, voice low and dreamy. “yeah, just tired, ‘gumi.” you reply and his features are soft when his hands come to cup your face gently, smoothing over the skin before guiding you closer, his lips resting against your forehead as he speaks. “do you want some tea? or a nap, i don’t want you getting mad if you’re not getting enough sleep.” a small pout forms on megumi’s lips at the thought, frowning until he hears you sigh and he’s immediately melting at your own sleepy features “that would be nice, ‘gumi.” you hum and he stays with you until you fall asleep, because he knows you like when he traces his fingers lightly over your skin.

・✶ ｡ﾟNANAMI KENTO

nanami was finishing some papers on the couch when you approached him, flopping down next to him with a sigh— followed by his hand immediately finding its place on your thigh as he squeezes the skin affectionately. “what’s wrong, sweetheart?” he drawls and you stifle a yawn before casting him a drowsy glance. “i’m tired.” he only hums in response to your words, his eyes still locked on the paper before he sighs, running a hand through his hair and moving back slightly—allowing you to lie down on his lap while he works. nanami’s smile is soft when your face rests against his thigh, one of his hand softly resting on your cheek while his thumb brushes along the skin gently, while he uses his other hand to scribble through his work. you may have opened your eyes a few times to him staring at you in a daze, resulting in him getting all frowny with a flustered excuse. “i was just making sure you weren’t uncomfortable.”

#݁ . ࿓ : sealed#jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen imagines #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #nanami x reader #nanami fluff #geto x reader #geto fluff #itadori x reader #itadori fluff #megumi x reader #megumi fluff #jjk x you

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lemonyko0 · 3 years ago

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Mr. Jeon: Possession

you think jungkook wants nothing to do with you after taking your virginity. he ignores you day by day until he pulls you in for a "detention". you're stupid enough to think this means he's changed his mind. instead, jungkook leaves you wanting more, again.

» genre: smut, mini series, some fluff and angst,

» description: y/n is very innocent and obtuse, no knowledge on anything sexual besides what mr. jeon teaches her. total simp, virgin! (not anymore lol) teacher x student relationship, sneaking, exhibitionism, edging, voyeurism, phone call;) mutual masturbation. (phew)

» word count: 4.3k

Part 2 | Masterpost

a week after losing my virginity to mr. jeon, i figured i'd earn some extra attention here and there, but he disappointed me everyday.

i'd play dumb, ask questions, lean in a little too close, even failed a test on purpose to earn myself a tutoring session, but once again he ignored my advances everytime.

i couldn't understand why he could be so sweet to me one day and turn it into nothingness the next.

“y/n! wait up-”

“no soojun, i'm busy.” he laughs and runs up to me, slinging an arm around me.

“you don't even know what i was going to ask you though.” he pouts.

i side eye him, “i told you, i'm not telling you what punishment mr. jeon gave me-”

“no no,” he interjects, “i've given up on you ever admitting he has favorites and didn't punish you at all, what i was going to ask is-”

“y/n, soojun.” a deeper, stronger voice appears a few feet away, attracting both of our attention to mr. jeon, walking slowly towards us.

i swear my eyes light at the sight of him and i feel butterflies in the pit of my stomach. my mouth gapes at him, not having any words in the moment.

he notices and grins slightly, before looking at soojun. “sorry, you'll have to wait, y/n has a detention with me this afternoon.”

soojun’s face falls at his words, looking down towards the floor before ticking his head and awkwardly scratching the back of his neck, “uh, okay, see you later then y/n.” i nod and don't even glance his way as i follow quietly in mr. jeon's footsteps. i hear another quiet, “i-i’ll call you.” from soojun as we enter the classroom.

i stand wordlessly in the doorway as he meanders back over to his desk. i take it upon myself to close the door and shut the blind but he prevents me, “leave it y/n.” the door about 3 inches from being shut and the blinds only ⅔ shut. this has me thinking he wants nothing to do with me anymore.

he chuckles, “disappointed, love?” i just stand with arms crossed, probably looking like a pouty child but i don't care. it's taking everything in me not to cry and ask why he's treating me this way, but i have too much pride to allow myself to be that way in front of him. he hums, “you're upset with me, please come sit.” he motions towards the seat in front of his desk. i do as told, still making it obvious i am unhappy and not bothering to look at him. “y/n, do you know why i pulled you aside today?”

i sigh and shake my head, looking at his desk and scanning the papers that litter it. “you know i don't appreciate your silence y/n, you're already on thin ice with me.”

i scowl and look up at him, “i'm on thin ice with you?” i scoff, “you've been unfair to me!”

despite my words being negative, he smiles, leaning over his desk to grab my hands. i try to pull away but he holds me taught, “i owe you an apology, princess.” he lifts my hand up to his lips and places a slow kiss onto it, staring at me deeply. “please forgive me for ignoring you, i was testing you.”

i frown at his words, “testing me how? for what?”

he leans back in his chair, “first, come here.” he motions to sit on his lap, and i look towards the door but he slams his fist on the table, “look at me, not the door.”

“b-but it's open, i don't want to get you into trouble-”

“you're sweet y/n,” he grins, “don't worry about it, come.” i do as asked and sit on his thigh. he draws circles on my exposed thigh, giving me flashbacks of what happened the last time i was on top of him.

i bite my lip and he grins, “what are you thinking about.” he asks, leaning so close to me i can feel his breath on my neck.

i shake my head, “n-nothing.”

“liar.” he slaps my thigh and i jump, “tell me the truth.”

i look into his eyes then back down to my hands, “i-i was thinking about, the last time i was here.” he hums, the hand resting on my back to steady me drops to my skirt, “be specific, what about the last time?” i whine and lean into him, hoping he would give into my pouting but i should've known better. “i'm losing my patience baby.”

i relent, taking the hand that was on my thigh and pulling it higher on my leg until his hand rests beside my panty line, “thinking about how good you made me feel. i-i don't know the words.”

his fingers dance where i placed his hand but never where i crave them, “that's okay baby, i'm here to teach you, remember?”

i nod and he grins, “let's start with last time. how did I make you come the first time, baby?” i reflect, “y-you took these off.” i motion towards my underwear and he nods, “go on.”

“t-then you had me sit on your thigh, like this.” i turn myself in his lap to straddle it like before, and he watches me with hooded eyes, slightly impressed by my willingness. “yes you did, then you came all over my thigh like a good girl. do you know what else they call that?”

i shake my head, only knowing terms he gave me. he smirks, “you could also say you orgasmed.” i repeat it back to him and he nods, “so you rode my thigh until you came.” i bite my lip and look down as i nod, “you're learning quickly, what next?”

“then you kissed me.” he ticks, “close, if you use tongue it's called making out, but that's more specific.”

i nod, “okay, we made out, then i touched you, and put your…” i trail off, truly only knowing the medical term for what he has.

he noses the side of my head gently, “need help?” i whine a yes and he grins, “you gave me head, or a blowjob, since you used your tongue baby.” i repeat after him and continue excitedly, “t-then you rewarded me!”

he smiles widely, “i did, what did i do to you?”

i pull his fingers up and play with them, “you used your fingers on me.”

he hums, “i did, you're close to the correct term.” i look at him in confusion, not putting two and two together, but he finds my ignorance attractive, “i fingered you princess, got you all stretched and ready for my dick didn't i?”

i rub my thighs together unconsciously and hum in agreeance, “lastly we had sex! i know that one.”

he grins and grants me a kiss as a reward, “correct, or you could say we fucked. that's the more modern, slang term.”

i smile and wiggle eagerly in his lap, “can you teach me more?” i lean in to kiss his pretty lips but he backs away with a smirk.

“so desperate.”

he makes fun of me and i whine, “please mr. jeon~ i-i can feel it.”

“feel what baby?”

i furrow my brows and mewl, leaning into him and sneakily kissing his neck, “f-feel it here.” i move his hand to my center, over my panties and he shifts in his seat.

“feel hot there? anything else?”

he continues to let me kiss and nip at his neck as much as i please, “l-like, throbbing? almost, i don't know.”

he lets out a quiet groan at my answer, “i make you feel that way?” i hum positively in response and he chuckles, “you really are so desperate for me baby. need me so bad you're practically jumping on me.” he draws slow circles on my panties and i moan quietly into his ear, showing my praise for his actions after days of ignorance.

“please mr. jeon i-i’ll take anything you give me just help me.”

“oh i'd love to help you baby. i’d love to watch you come slowly and hard on my fingers just like this, watch you soak your panties and tease you more until you're begging for me to fuck you.” he leans over me as if he’ll kiss me but he never does. “but you need to be punished.”

i pout at him, “punished for what? i-i did exactly what you told me-”

“you need rules baby. i figured they'd go unsaid but you're just too stupid aren't you?”

i shake my head defensively, “not stupid.”

he smiles, “you've been acting like a brat. rule number one, no flirting with me during class. you can approach me if i'm alone, but otherwise don't.”

“but mr. jeon-” i cry.

“no buts, and let me finish.” he pushes harder against my underwear making me whimper, effectively silencing me. “rule number two: my word is law to you. do as i say, be rewarded. act out, be punished. very simple right?” i hum, losing myself in the way he's touching me but he doesn't mind as long as i'm listening. “rule number three: no flirting with or dating other boys.”

“mhm.”

he scoffs, “that includes soojun.”

“mhmm”

“you know he's got a crush on you, don't you baby?” i shake my head, “no, he's a friend.”

he laughs, “he stares at you inappropriately in gym class, caught him talking about you to the other boys.”

“n-no, not him.” he moves my panties to the side and circles my clit underneath my clothes.

“you calling me a liar?” i quickly shake my head before letting it fall back and shutting my eyes, “he was very vocal about his plan to take your virginity baby. he wanted to take you on a date, make you his girlfriend and dump you as soon as he dumped his load in you. not so friendly is he?”

i moan in response to his finger dipping into my entrance to tease me, “i-i believe you. i'll stay away.”

he hums, “i don't think he will just because you tell him to, i think we need to do something about him baby.”

“l-like what?”

he grins mischievously, removing his hand from under my skirt and putting his fingers in my mouth, “lick.” i do as told and clean them off for him before he removes them, letting his hand stray down my chest and shirt to dry before searching his desk, “is this your phone?” i nod, “open it.” i tell him the password and he begins searching, pauses, then looks at me with a grin. “baby, have you ever touched yourself?”

i repeat his words questioningly, “l-like how? everyone touches themselves like all day.”

he laughs at my response, “not literally. that's another term for you then, i'll teach you. do to yourself what i was just doing to you. touch your clit, finger yourself.” i begin to slowly and unsurely move a hand down, “spit on your fingers first, get them wet.”

i do as told and try to mimic what he was doing to me moments before. it takes me a minute to get the hang of it, and it begins to feel good, like my tummy's getting tighter.

“good job, feels good doesn't it baby?” i let my head fall back and my moans slip past my lips, completely oblivious to what he's doing.

“n-not as good as you.” i tell him honestly.

i hear him chuckle, “never will be. you wanna try to fit a finger in?” i do as told, cautiously slipping a finger in myself much easier than i thought i could. “made yourself so wet baby, can you hear it?” i hum, feeling how slick i was on my own digit as i slip it in and out of me but it isn't enough.

“c-can i try two?”

“of course baby, go ahead.”

i slide another in, stretching my walls and running against them much harder than just one did. i moan at the feeling, “f-feels so good mr. jeon.”

he grins, “i'm sure it does baby, i can see your little hole leaking every time you go deeper. go as far as you can baby, don't be afraid to curl your fingers.”

i mewl and take his instruction, blissfully unaware of the photographs he's taking of me fucking myself and sending them to soojun with a threatening message, that i'm taken, and a mention of these to anyone will result in jail time for pornography, and talking to me again will result in a pricey hospital visit. “that'll do it.” i hum, “nothing baby, tell me when you're close to finishing.”

i nod, “f-finishing, feel so close.”

he watches me like a starved man, “move your hands away.” i whine and shake my head, begging him to let me continue as i'm almost done. “don't make me repeat myself.”

i whimper and let my hand go limp. he grins down at me, moving my panties back over myself and patting my behind as he sits up from his seat.

he then begins to organize the papers on his desk, packing things into his bag, and slinging it over his shoulder before turning to me. “today i taught you how to touch yourself, and not allowing you to finish is called edging. this is one form of punishment when you break my rules.”

i nod, hot and bothered and rather pissed off and embarrassed. “s-so you're not going to touch me anymore?”

he shakes his head, “not today, and another rule, you're not allowed to touch yourself either unless i tell you otherwise.” i open my mouth to whine but he silences me, “shut up, i'll give you this phone number, this is how you can contact me after school hours, but don't abuse it and don't spam me.”

i take the tiny piece of paper gratefully. he leans down and places a slow kiss to my lips before whispering to me, “behave well, and you'll be rewarded. easy enough?”

i nod eagerly, “yes mr. jeon.”

as soon as i got home i threw my things down in my room and crashed onto my bed, pulling out the piece of paper excitedly before rolling onto my stomach with a smile.

i decided if i texted him before i did my work he'd probably be upset with me, so i spent a few hours haphazardly doing my work before changing into my pjs, which is just a long pink shirt, my underwear (a new pair) and fuzzy socks, before picking up my phone again.

when i opened my messages i noticed soojun at the top of my list, with a text i didn't remember sending.

my body went cold when i saw it, never having seen anything so lewd in my life, let alone it being of myself. i quickly exit the chat and permanently delete it.

my heart races as i type the phone number in and hear it ring. and it drulls on for what seems like eternity before his familiar voice picks up.

“hello?”

“u-uh hi!”

he laughs quietly, “y/n.” he says as a statement, knowing me so well.

“yes.” i giggle at myself.

“couldn't even wait a day could you?” i hum negatively, and he asks what i'm up to, leaving me room to tell him i finished all of my schoolwork and was thinking about him. “adorable. did you see i took care of your problem?”

“y-you mean soojun?” i ask solemnly.

“yes baby. did you see yourself? god the only thing i regret is not sending them to myself. you looked heavenly.” i bite my lip and stay silent over the phone. “why so quiet my love?”

i shake my head, “nothing. i miss you.”

he grins, “how bad?”

i whine, setting my phone down on speaker as i roll around my bed, “sooo bad mr. jeon.”

he hums, “how about you call me jungkook, only out of school.”

i giggle, “okay, jungkook~”

i hear him chuckle, “wish i could see you say it.” i don't respond, not having anything to really say to that and completely content just to hear him quietly over the phone. “i have an idea y/n.”

“hmm? what.”

“if you miss me so bad, i'll make you a promise.” he pauses, making me beg him to continue, “i promise i'll give you what you want next time i see you, when we’re alone of course, if you do something for me now.”

i play with my hair and cross my ankles, “i think i'd do anything you asked me to.”

he quietly groans at my words, “perfect then. open up your camera.”

i'm lost but i do as he says, “okay, done.”

“lay down on your bed, up against your pillows, on your back.”

i hop around in my bed, getting into the exact position he described, “okay!” i chirp, getting excited even if i have no clue what's going on.

“now make sure your camera can see your pretty body, your stomach and legs.”

“okay,” i say wearily, “it can.”

“what are you wearing baby?”

“my pjs.” i reply.

he scoffs, “tell me specifically, idiot.”

i frown at the name, “i-im wearing a pink shirt, it's big on me, a-and panties, and some socks.”

“no pants?”

my head shakes, “no, no pants. not comfy.”

he hums, “perfect. hit record now.”

“okay, it's started.”

“okay baby, can you pull your shirt up for me? show the camera your pretty panties.”

i struggle with only one hand, lifting my hips and sliding my shirt up to still cover my chest, leaving my tummy and underwear visible. “done.”

“perfect, remember earlier today in the classroom? when you were sitting on my lap?” i hum affirmatively, letting my free hand rest near my crotch, reminding myself of his last rule: not to touch myself unless he says i can.

“how did you feel when i was playing with you baby? my hand playing with your pretty pussy. felt good didn't it?”

i sigh and moan at the memory, “yeah, you always make me feel so good.”

“bet you wanted me to do more, like last time right? what was your favorite part.” i let my hand roam around my body, knowing my lower body was off limits so i let my hand go into my shirt and grab my boob, slightly moaning at my own action, and this catches his attention, “are you touching yourself? you know that's against the rules.” he sounds pissed and i quickly deny it.

"n-no! mm not, was touching everywhere but there i promise."

“where's your hand right now baby?”

“i-in my shirt.”

he pauses for a moment, “you touching your chest baby?” i hum affirmatively and he laughs, “i'll let it pass since you're too stupid to know your nipples are sensitive too, that feels good doesn't it?”

“so good.” i mewl, “b-but if it's against the rules i'll stop.”

“no need, i'll allow it for now, in the future when i say you can't touch yourself your boobs are included though.” he scoffs at me like i'm the dumbest person he's ever met, and i probably am.

“okay, thank you jungkook.”

“you're welcome baby, now answer my question.”

“my favorite part? hmm. i liked it all.” i giggle, continuing to play with my chest and allow every little sound to play into the microphone for only him to hear.

“of course you did, pick a favorite.”

“i guess, i liked riding your thigh, that's the word right?”

“mhm, good job baby. why is that your favorite?”

“i don't know, liked the way you looked at me, made me feel good.”

he laughs, “you just like my attention.”

i smile, “yeah i do. don't care how i get it or what you do to me.”

he groans, “you're perfect baby, go ahead and put a hand in your panties for me.”

“y-you want me to touch myself?”

“do it.” i hum an okay and let my hand travel from my chest to my underwear, then dipping my hand underneath them, and moaning as soon as i circle my wetness.

“you sound gorgeous, are you wet baby?”

“mmm really really wet.”

he moans, and i hear zipping on his end followed by rustling of clothes? maybe sheets. “a-are you gonna touch yourself too jungkook?”

“don't worry about what i'm doing. you have my full permission to touch yourself, just be sure it's on video okay.”

“mhm, video, it's just for you right?”

“yes baby, it's all for me, just like you.”

i draw circles on my clit like he told me to last time, letting little whines slip past my mouth and saying his name, “all yours, only yours to touch.”

he moans in response, “yeah you are. took your virginity n now you're obsessed with me. you're so fucking desperate for me princess. aren't you?”

“mhmm. do anything you want jungkook.” he chuckles and i can finally hear him touching himself on the other end of the line, but i don't say anything. too focused on applying more pressure and drawing faster, bigger, circles.

“fuck princess, you getting a good shot of your hands in your panties?”

“mhmm, w-want me to take my underwear off?”

he groans in response, “fuck please.” i eagerly slide them off and let the camera get a good view in between my thighs. “are they off?”

“yes.”

“good, spread your legs real wide, let me see how wet you are for me.”

“mhm, all of it because of you.”

“now play with yourself again.”

i do as told, going back to what i was doing before but with much more ease and intensity now that i'm not restricted by anything.

“f-fuck jungkook.” i mewl to him, feeling that knot in my tummy like i'm gonna pee.

“yes baby?” he groans in response, “you close princess?”

“y-yes.”

“finger yourself and don't you dare come until i tell you to.”

i move my hand down and let two fingers slide right in, moaning loudly at the sensation, not worried about anyone hearing me. “i-im doing it.” i breathe out.

“get me a good view of that baby.”

“yes sir.” i say unconsciously, not knowing it's music to his ears, his eyes are closed, his head thrown back as he pictures me, shirt ridden up, panties wrapped above my knees as they knock into each other as i have my fingers in myself.

“you're doing perfect baby, can you add another finger?”

“t-three?” i ask, “i don't think it'll fit two feels so tight-”

“do it for me please baby, remember how stretched out you felt when i was fucking you? felt good didn't it?”

“y-yeah you felt good. so big, m-my fingers aren't enough.”

he chuckles breathlessly, “i know they're not, you'll have me in you again soon enough.”

i add the third finger cautiously, embracing the way it hardly fits and my body tightens around it and i have to moan, “jungkook, fuck, i can't wait.”

“tell me more baby, i'm so close.”

“i'm imagining it's you touching me. wish you were here so bad.”

“f-fuck, what would you do if i was?” he sounds as if he's speaking through gritted teeth.

“i-i’d have to touch you, have to have you in me again i-i can't wait any longer.” i whimper, my fingers curling inside me feeling so deliciously rough and i know i won't last longer. “j-jungkook please i'm gonna come.”

“fuck, go ahead baby, let me hear you.” i have a death grip on the phone as i take one last glance at the screen to make sure i'm still plenty in view before allowing my head to fall and my hips rut as i finally release, letting out a plethora of serenades just for jungkook’s ears.

he cusses and lets out a final, long groan. then all we can hear from each other is our breathing.

i'm the first to speak, “c-can i stop recording?”

he takes a moment, “not yet, pull your fingers out, let the camera see how ruined you are.” im not sure what he means by that but i show him my soaked fingers and why the aftermath looks like.

“okay, now can i?”

“yes baby, you can turn it off.”

i hit the big red button one last time and sigh. “i'll send it to you.”

he chuckles, “not even curious what i'll do with it?”

i smile dopily, “i mean, you don't want me to see other boys so i guess you're only gonna use it right?”

“that's partly true. what if i did send it to someone else?”

i hum, “i-i really only want you to see it, but if it means a punishment i'd rather you send it to someone else.”

“good answer.” he's content with that answer, and tells me to take a shower and goodnight before he hangs up on me.

instead of being mad at the harsh end i focus on him telling me to take care of myself and goodnight.

jungkook’s pov

i hang up on her and sigh. letting myself rest in my chair and contemplate what ive gotten myself into.

my phone pings and i read the text.

do we have a deal, or what?

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Because I’m an angst-addicted ball of misery, is it okay if I request drabbles of Fuckboy!Atsumu and Fuckboy!Oikawa being the crush of the reader but she knows of how they treat other girls and doesn’t want to end up heart broken and since she’s shy and introverted, the boys barely know her aside from her being a classmate?

She tries to keep a simple distance away from them until said boys randomly show an interest in her and they start showing her attention, love, and treating her better than the girls they messed with until after a few weeks she overhears from them or their teammates that it’s out of pity/they were bored because Y/N seemed easy to mess with.

Y/N doesn’t let them know she overheard them, instead a switch is flipped and she’s emotionless around them and avoids them. When they ask why she’s like that, she simply says “I won’t let you hurt me like the others.” She basically treats them like they don’t exist (she’s friendly to everyone but them) and said f!boys regret it and bust their asses to fix everything between them (I read how you felt about full angst, so the reader just blocked their number, social media’s, and treat them like the plague until they prove that they truly love her or regret messing with her :) )

Hey, bub. Sorry for the slight delay! I hope you don't mind me making slight adjustments about the plot for my comfort 🥺 And uh... this drabble turned out to be a oneshot because I got carried away. I only did Atsumu's part which went over 3k+ works 👁️👄👁️ Anyway, I hope that you still like it. Have a good day, stay safe and hydrated! ♥️

Karma's a b*tch

genre: angst to fluff

warning/s: rude behavior (resolved), cursing, self doubt and insecurity(?), do message me if I missed any

a/n: please do read the warnings before you proceed. warnings have been put there for a reason

ft. fboy!atsumu miya, f!reader

never play with a girl's feelings. wanna know why? just read the title.

You stared at the back of Atsumu's head dreamily, your elbows propped on your desk as you basically ignored the world around you.

Contrary to the belief that noisy students always sat on the back, Atsumu and his twin were actually seated in front. Despite being in the middle of a class discussion, the two kept on chattering as if the teacher didn't exist. The teacher basically gave up already trying to shut them up since they never listened anyway.

You knew that she could've just sent them to detention but of course, who would do that to the miya twins? People almost worshipped them and your teacher wasn't excluded. Everytime she entered the room, you noticed how she would always cast a glance at the Miya twins and smile "politely."

The two, of course, took advantage of it. If it meant being able to get away with their noise by just simply smirking at the teacher in front of them, they'd do it. They already did anyways. They never did anything more than that though, and for some reason you were thankful that they never crossed that line.

You jolted up slightly when the bell suddenly rang, a loud yelp slipping past your lips out of shock. With your eyes widening like saucers, you felt your cheeks heating up when majority of your classmates turned their head towards your direction, some having a grin on their faces while the others having a look of displease.

However, their stare didn't matter as much as a specific person's did. A pair of brownish eyes stared at you intensely, his gaze so intense it was enough to make you almost squirm in your seat.

Feeling your heart rate picking up along with the shiver running down your spine, you looked down at your lap, successfully cutting your eye contact with Miya Atsumu - the guy you secretly liked despite being hailed as your school's certified f!ckboy.

"Make sure to finish all your requirements this upcoming weekend. You're all seniors so I have high expectations on your outputs, understood?"

With a series of "Yes, ma'am," the class was dismissed.

The room was filled with different noises - subgroups gossiping with each other, the footsteps of students hurrying their way out, the rustling of papers, clanking of chairs and the voices of the class representatives reminding the assigned people to clean properly.

It was lively, for them at least.

As for you, you preferred being alone. No, you weren't some weird nerd kid who acted as if they hated the world. Instead, you preferred categorizing yourself as one of those people who were naturally shy and introverted.

You don't really like crowds nor socializing. You've always opted on sitting by the corner, just enjoying the calmness silence brings you.

Grabbing your books from your desk, you stood up and made your way to the door, head casted a little downwards to avoid making eye contact with people, knowing that doing so will result to interactions, and who has time for interactions anyway? Certainly not you.

With the lack of paying attention, you failed to notice someone who was rushing their way out. Like a cliche movie, your body collided with them, the impact causing you to stumble backwards, loosening your grip on your books as they fell on the floor.

Luckily, the person behind you managed to catch you on time, their hand gripping the small of your back to keep your bum from meeting the floor.

"Whoa, there. Ya alright, princess?" spoke the familiar voice just behind your ear, his breath against your skin giving you small goosebumps.

Instantly, you jerked away. Turning around to face him, you bowed down while muttering continuous apologies. "Miya! I didn't mean to bump into you, I.. I swear. I was just walking out and then somebody j-"

Chuckling, Atsumu placed a hand on top of your head, giving your hair a small ruffle which eventually made you look up at him. "Calm down, I ain't mad at ya. No need to be so flustered."

With a stiff nod, you mumbled a small "Okay," before bending down to pick your books off the floor. You didn't fail to notice how your hands were trembling and you silently prayed to whoever diety was watching over you that Atsumu won't notice it.

"Yer y/n, right?" Atsumu asked as he bent down as well, one hand clutching your book as he let his finger trace over the name written on it. "A pretty name fer a pretty face like yers."

You wouldn't be surprised if he'd ask if you were doing okay because by now, you were a hundred percent sure that your face must be looking like a red tomato. "Thanks I guess," you said, giving him a shy smile before taking the book from his hand.

The small encounter was cut off by someone calling for Atsumu's name. Turning your head to the direction of the noise, you noticed Osamu walking towards you with a small frown on his face, one hand gripping the strap of his bag as he went on how they're going to have to run extra laps again if they ever got late for practice.

Atsumu only chuckled at Osamu before turning his focus back on you. With a cheeky smile, he booped the tip of your noise fondly. "Guess I'll see ya around, pretty thing. Careful not to stumble again, alright? Don't want another man catchin' ya."

With that, Atsumu went on his merry way, turning around one more time to send you a wink, chuckling as you gave him a slow wave before his figure disappeared from your vision as a mere dot.

"See ya later..." you whispered on thin air, lips unconsciously curling up as you stared at the direction he went off to. Once you snapped out of your daze, you bit your lip to stop yourself from squealing like a school girl in love.

Well, technically, you were a school girl in love, right?

That night, as you laid on your bed staring at your ceiling full of glow in the dark stars, you thought that maybe it wasn't so bad making conversations with people every once in a while.

The days went by pretty quickly.

At first, you thought that everything will be back to normal. After all, you never tried associating yourself with people. Your high school life was basically nothing but waking up early for school then going back home after class and then repeat.

However, something was strange. In fact, it was very strange. Not only were people trying to befriend you but the one and only Atsumu Miya was actually making an effort to talk to you, and to say that you were confused would be an understatement.

He basically didn't pay attention nor spared you a glance before, until that day you bumped into him.

You knew that it wasn't a good practice to judge someone based on what other people say but he wouldn't be called as your school's f!ckboy for nothing. He'd change his girlfriend almost every week as if he's only changing clothes, cruelly dump those who did not meet his certain standards and doesn't care even if a girl cries infront of him. Those are exactly why you tried not associating yourself with him nor his twin.

But there was something about Atsumu Miya that kept on drawing you in. You didn't know if it was his annoying piss colored hair, intense gaze, or the aura surrounding him. You couldn't help but wonder how someone like him, the exact type of person you swore you hated, managed to keep you attracted like a moth on to a flame.

It was weird.

And yet you loved it.

"Ya know y/n, ya kinda wound me," Atsumu said, plopping himself down beside you on the cafeteria.

With your hand clutching the chopsticks mid-air, you surveyed your area, noting how some heads, specifically the Inrizaki VBC's, turned to your direction. "Sorry, what do you mean?" you muttered as soon as your eyes met Atsumu's.

"I literally thought we're already friends when I saved yer ass from falling backwards," Atsumu answered before stuffing his mouth with an Onigiri, no doubt made by Osamu.

Placing your chopsticks down, you wiped your lips with some napkin before speaking up. "I'm sorry for asking this but... what's with the sudden interest, Miya?"

You were aware of how snappy you sounded, but in reality, it was your own defense mechanism acting up. Just how were you supposed to ignore him when it's he himself who kept on clinging to you?

"Hm, what do ya mean? Is it so hard to believe that I'm trying to befriend ya?" Atsumu tilted his head a bit to the side, his lips curling up into a smirk. "Why not try givin' me a chance, princess? That isn't so much to ask for."

You organized your now empty bento, placing it on the side before focusing your whole attention to the man in front of you. "I've seen how you treated girls before," you said with a low voice, averting your gaze from him to avoid melting into a puddle.

Damn stupid feelings.

"I see..." Atsumu said with a slow nod. "Then I guess that makes it more of a challenge."

Your eyebrows immediately furrowed upon hearing that, your curiosity spiking up at what his words meant. "Challenge? What do you mean?"

Instead of answering you, Atsumu just stood up, his bento in hand with the side of his lips curled up. "I'll see ya around, princess."

With that, you were left alone in your table, eyes still trained on Atsumu as he made his way back to the Inarizaki VBC's table. You watched as most of his friends chuckled while patting his back, some even sending a glance towards your direction.

Deciding that pondering over it would only be a waste of time, you stood up and made your way back to your classroom, failing to notice a grey haired Miya watching you.

You let out a small squeak as someone behind you reached for the same book you've been trying to get for almost 5 minutes now. Tilting your head back a little, you were met with an upside down vision of Miya Atsumu's face.

With your arms still raised in the air, you spun around to face him, your back flush against the bookshelf keeping you basically trapped. "Miya," you mumbled while looking up at him, one hand fisting the side of your skirt to release some pressure.

"Here," he simply said while handing you the book, obviously holding back from laughing at your flustered expression. "Don't worry, I ain't gonna try anythin' that would make ya uncomfortable. I was just passin' by and saw you strugglin'."

"And he even tucked my hair behind my ear!"

"He did that?" your cousin spoke from beside you.

Both of you were seated on top of your bed, legs crissed crossed as you gossiped about your interactions with Miya Atsumu.

For the past few weeks, you've been having encounters with Atsumu - in the cafeteria, in the library and even outside of school where he claimed that he was out to buy some ingredients for Osamu and only managed to bump into you "coincidentally". Name it and he'll be there.

With these constant encounters stirring up your feelings, you had to resort on calling your cousin for some girl time in order to save your sanity. Luckily, your parents had no objection. They were even happy that you were actually trying to open up to other people. It was only your cousin but according to your parents, "A small step is still a step."

Plopping your back on your bed, you grunted as you placed both of your hands on your cheeks. "Mhm. I just don't get it you know? He's basically this popular guy that plays volleyball, has a group of girls swarming over him and has the face and body that looks like it's been sculpted by God himself, and yet he's wasting his time on me."

You looked at your cousin with a small pout, one hand reaching out to poke her thigh. "Am I just overthinking things?"

With a breathy chuckle, your cousin laid down beside you. "Maybe? I can't really say for sure since I don't know this Miya guy except your description of him, but what I think is that you should give him a chance."

Hearing that, you laid on your side to face her, elbows propped up against the mattress as you rested your cheek on your palm. "Aila, have you been listening to me? He is a f! ckboy. Dangerous, treats girls like shit, and undeniably sexy. What if his sudden interest is only a one time thing? What if he's just messing with me?"

"And what if he isn't?" Upon hearing no reply, your cousin took your silence as her cue to continue. "What if people just labeled him as this so called 'f!ckboy' because that's what they perceive him to be? What if inside him is just someone who's vulnerable, trying to protect themselves from getting hurt by people so they end up hurting others first to save themselves from the pain? What if he's just waiting for someone who wanted to really know him, the real him? Would you really deprive him of that opportunity just because of what you hear from other people?"

"I... I don't know.."

"Miya isn't here to defend himself and I'm not trying to defend him, but don't you think you should at least give him the benefit of the doubt?" Aila smiled as she settled herself on a comfortable position. "Give him a chance, y/n. Everyone deserves to get one. It's up to him to prove whether he's worth the chance he was given."

You sighed deeply, letting her words sink in as you also shifted yourself on a comfortable position, raising your comforter up until it reaches just below your chin. "Then what happens if he isn't worth the chance he's given?"

With a hum, your cousin just shrugged. "Then you either forgive him and let it go or... give him the finger and tell him 'f!ck you' for messing with your feelings," she said with a short giggle.

"It's something only you in the future can decide. Goodnight, y/n."

With a thankful smile, you turned the lamp off as you whispered, "Mh, goodnight, Aila."

"Let's be friends," you said as you slammed a box of onigiri in front of Atsumu, a smacking sound resonating in the air making the rest of the boys look at your direction.

Even the sound of balls whooshing in the air stopped, replaced by the sound of them dropping suddenly on the gym's floor.

With his lips parted, Atsumu shifted his gaze from the onigiri, Osamu, Suna and you. "Ah..." he muttered as if he was just as shocked as you for having the guts to come inside the gym in the middle of their training.

Feeling your cheeks heating up out of embarrassment due to his lack of response, you looked down and started to fiddle with you fingers. "You said you wanted to be my friend and I kept on keeping my distance from you so I thought you might appreciate those onigiri as my peace offering." You scratched the back of your head before giving him an awkward smile. "A-anyway, that's all! I'll see you around, Miya!"

Atsumi could only watch you as you dashed out of the gym. Snapping out of his daze, he looked down at the box of Onigiri, smiling unconsciously as he noticed the sticky note posted on top with "Good luck on your practice, Miya! :))" written on it.

"Interestin'," Atsumu whispered before standing up, Kita's voice filling the air as he called the team back for practice.

It's safe to say that after that embarrassing moment, you became friends with Atsumu. You even became close with his twin because they were always with each other. It wasn't long then when the usual duo became three - Atsumu, Osamu, and you.

It was hard to adjust at first. Your female classmates would always glare at you and spout out some nasty remarks but the twins were always there to defend you. In fact, you even met the whole team and hanged out with them when you didn't have some academic tasks to finish.

It was fun, and you were thankful for your cousin who gave you the advise of giving Atsumu a chance.

But there was a downside on the situation.

Your feelings which you kept hidden for a long time was only growing day by day, and you were afraid that it was slowly showing signs.

How?

Everytime Atsumu was near, your heart would beat so fast that you felt like you just finished a 4 kilometer run. Your hands would become clammy, breath would hitch, and face would heat up whenever he teases you, and don't even forget to add that one time you literally froze when you spun around, only to come face to face with him - nose almost touching, lips ghosting against each other with only an inch keeping you apart.

You were playing a dangerous game and yet you had no intention of stopping, not knowing that it wasn't only you who had a secret.

Because Atsumu Miya was also playing a game - something much more dangerous than yours.

"Where's 'Tsumu?" you asked as you peeked your head inside the gym.

Kita, who was about to walk out, gave you a smile before opening the door wider for you to come in. "Atsumu's in the storage room. The twins made a mess again so I told them to go clean up before we start practice."

"Typical," you said with a short giggle. "Anyway, I'm just going to drop off Atsumu's hoodie that I borrowed last week. I'll watch over them while you do your business."

"That would be great. Thank you so much, y/n-san. Call me if something happens," Kita said, giving you a small nod before leaving.

As you entered the empty gym, you grimaced upon seeing something that looks like spilled milk on the floor. With a shake of your head, you made your way near the storage room sneakily in attempts of scaring Atsumu.

However, as you got closer, you heard two familiar voices. It was Atsumu's and Osamu's voice, and basing from the way they were speaking, it seemed as if they were in the middle of an argument.

"The fuck did ya say?" It was Osamu.

"I said I was only playin' with her. I mean, she's so easy, don't ya think? It basically only took me a couple of weeks and she came runnin' to me with that box of Onigiri, claimin' she wanted to be friends," Atsumu said, followed by a chuckle. "As if I didn't notice the way she acted around me. I'm telling ya, that girl is in love with me."

"And so, what if she is? That's not an excuse for ya to play with her feelings, dipshit."

Hearing Atsumu huff, you slightly backed away from the door, only to freeze when you heard his next words.

"Y/n is nothin' but a toy to me, somethin' I can dispose of when I got bored."

Biting your lower lip, you clenched the handle of the paperbag you were holding before running out with tears streaming down your face.

You ran as fast as you could, ignoring the worried looks you're getting from the people you were passing by. Even Kita was shocked to see you yet he didn't bother calling out, thinking that you might be needing some alone time for yourself.

You skipped class.

Throughout your whole Highschool life, this was the first time you skipped your class and it was a bummer that the reason was Atsumu Miya.

Stirring your strawberry milkshake from a nearby cafe, you thought about Atsumu's words, another batch of tears streaming down your face as you realized how pathetic you were for believing that he isn't what others say.

Maybe your cousin was wrong.

Atsumu Miya wasn't worth the chance he was given, because he only proved that once a f!ckboy, always a f!ckboy.

You blocked Atsumu's social media accounts.

In fact, you even blocked and deleted his number to stop getting in contact with him.

Even in person, you didn't bother paying him any attention unlike before. You stopped coming to their practices, stopped giving him food and stopped talking to him.

You basically acted as if he didn't exist.

It was hard because you knew that your heart belonged to him, but you had to endure it. You didn't want to give him the satisfaction for playing with you. You know your worth and there's no way you're going to let some f*ckboy ruin you.

"Y/n, would ya stop?!" Atsumu said as he grabbed your wrist, effectively stopping you from walking away from him any further.

"Get your hands off me, Miya. I don't wanna talk to you." You struggled against his hold, trying to take your hand back, only to fail when he tightened his grip.

"The hell's yer problem? What's with the sudden attitude? Yer basically ignorin' me and I don't have any idea what I did. Just tell me what I did wrong instead of actin' like a little brat." Letting go of your wrist, Atsumu groaned as he ran his fingers through his hair out of frustration. "I.. I don't like this."

You laughed, eyes squinting as you let out a fit of giggles before pointing at him. "You don't like this? Why not, Miya? I'm just a toy for you, right? So, I don't really get why you don't like this. Is it because you're not bored of me yet so you're not willing to dispose of me?" Crossing your arms over your chest, you looked at him with a serious expression. "Well, I'm sorry to say this but I'm not going to let you hurt me like the others. I'm not a plaything nor am I desperate like those girls pining over you. Have fun looking for a new toy. You're not worth playing with anyway."

That being said, you turned your back on Atsumu, ignoring the whispers that suddenly filled the hallway as the students parted some space for you, leaving Atsumu with his lips parted and feet frozen on the ground.

Serves you right, Miya.

Atsumu felt hollow.

With every passing day that you're ignoring him, conversing with people whom you never bothered associating yourself with before, the more he regret taking advantage of your feelings.

It was only supposed to be a game, nothing but a pass time and yet why did it felt like something was missing?

"I wasn't supposed to care," Atsumu said desperately while clutching his head in his hands, elbows propped on the table as he opened up to his twin. "F!ck...I think I like her, 'Samu."

"No shit, idiot," Osamu answered without taking his eyes off the stove. "I told ya several times to stop messin' with people's feelings and did ya ever listen? No. That's what ya get for bein' stupid."

Groaning, Atsumu rested his cheek against the table, facing Osamu's back. "Help me."

Slowing down from stirring the pot, Osamu looked at Atsumu through his shoulder. "Why would I do that?"

"Well, I'm yer twin. Aren't ya supposed to help me? Plus... y/n acts fine around ya." Atsumu sighed before sitting up properly. "I won't bother ya fer a week if ya help me out. I already did everythin' I could. Flowers, chocolates, even payin' attention in class just to impress them! Nothin' worked."

Osamu chuckled at the desperation and frustration in Atsumu's voice. "Deal." He turned the stove off, covering the pot before making his way to Atsumu. Sitting down, he crossed his arms over his chest while staring at the brokenhearted Miya. "Y/n is actually kind. Well, not until that moment she found out about yer stupidity. Have ya tried showin' her that yer willin' to change?"

Atsumu nodded. "I did. I even gave her the usual things girls like."

"I asked if ya showed her that yer willin' to change, not tried winnin' over her through bribery." When Atsumu didn't respond, Osamu let out a 'tsk' before continuing, "Just stop botherin' her and prove that ya regret what ya did."

"Easier said than done," Atsumu grumbled which earned him a smack on the head.

"Will ya stop bein' a sad boy already? I have a plan."

Its been two weeks.

Two weeks of no Miya Atsumu trying to apologize. Two weeks of no Miya Atsumu following you like a lost puppy while holding either chocolates or flowers.

Instead, what you were getting were these random post it notes on your locker, your desk, everywhere. Wherever you go, there would be random post it notes with various messages. Some contained cheesy quotations, the others short apology letters.

And despite how mad you were at Atsumu, you wouldn't be able to deny how cute the act was. Not only did he gave you space but also exerted an effort of silently letting you know that he'd be willing to wait for you.

You noticed how he stopped acting like a boss in class, opting to jot down notes instead of chattering with Osamu like usual. You also noticed how he stopped having a random girl beside him during breaks. Everytime you would pass by, no longer would he try to block your way and flick your forehead, but instead give you a hopeful smile before proceeding on his way wordlessly.

But what made you realize that he indeed regret what he did was that one time.

You were walking back to your classroom after forgetting your umbrella. The sound of the heavy rain tapping on the ground resonated on the empty hallways, the cold wind making you shiver as it whooshed in the air.

Wrapping your arms tightly around you, you entered your classroom, eyes widening as you saw Atsumu trying to fit something on the space below your desk while mumbling something.

Clearing your throat, you noticed Atsumu jolting up slightly before turning around to face your direction.

He smiled sheepily before scratching his nape. "I know it's yer birthday tomorrow so I was tryin' to fit this here. I guess there's no point hidin' it already since ya caught me anyway." Sighing, Atsumu picked up the fox stuffie and handed it to you. "Happy Birthday, y/n. I know yer still mad at me and ya probably hate me but I still wanted to give ya a present."

You stared at the fox in your hand, your fingers poking the fluffiness of the material as you fought back the urge to smile. "Thanks," you answered with a dismissive tone.

For a split second, it was silent, and you were aware of the intensity of Atsumu's gaze burning on your forehead, yet you refused to look up, knowing that once you did, you won't be able to hold yourself back and might just forgive him there and then.

"I like ya, I really do. I know I messed up big time fer taking advantage of ya and I'm sorry fer that. It was stupid and childish of me to think that the people around me are nothing but mere toys fer me to play with. I regret hurtin' yer feelings and I'll be willin' to wait until ya forgive me. Just know that I won't stop until ya do."

Hearing something rustling, you looked up and noticed Atsumu taking off his jacket. Within a few steps, he was already infront of you, draping his jacket over your figure. "I'll see ya around, princess. Don't get sick, alright?" Smiling, Atsumu gave your cheek a small pinch before heading out.

You were left in the empty classroom with nothing but the fox stuffie serving as your company. Atsumu's scent was swirling around you from the jacket you were given and at that moment, you haven't notice the single tear sliding down your cheek.

Because of all people, you never expected for Atsumu Miya to be the first one to greet you without having to remind them.

He was the first person you knew outside of your household to ever remember your birthday.

You hugged the stuffie close to your chest, burrying your face on top of its head as you let the comfort it brings envelope you.

You stared at the empty space infront, your head swirling as you thought of the possible reasons why Atsumu haven't been in class for three days now.

It's currently your last subject and throughout the whole day, you've been doing nothing but wonder where he was. You haven't asked Osamu about it yet since he was excused from the class due to the preparations for the upcoming match.

And so, the moment your class was dismissed, you rushed your way out, making your trip to the gym. You were thankful that they were in the middle of a water break so you had the chance to call out Osamu's name without having to worry about Kita.

"Y/n?" Osamu's eyebrow shot up upon seeing you. Suddenly, a knowing smile made its way to his lips. Standing up, he walked over to you. "He's sick," he said without even waiting for you to say something.

"Oh.." you muttered, shifting from one foot to another nervously before tugging at the hem of Osamu's jersey. "Do you... uhm, do you think it would be alright if I visit him after your practice? I wanna see if he's doin' alright."

"Alright. I think 'Tsumu would appreciate that. Why don't ya sit on the bench and wait a little for us to finish practice then ya can visit our house after?"

Upon hearing that, your face instantly lit up. You smiled at Osamu as you nodded.

Osamu only chuckled at you and fondly ruffled your hair, a habit he and Atsumu shared.

You waited patiently, and it wasn't long then when their practice finally finished. After Osamu took a shower, you both went on your way to their residence.

As you entered their house, Atsumu's voice immediately met your ears.

"'Samu! Cook me somethin', I'm starvin!"

You looked at Osamu who only shrugged as if he was already used to it. You took your shoes off and wore the slippers you were given before placing your bag on the couch.

"Our room is on the right. Go ahead and talk to him." Osamu said as he pointed on the door at the end of the hallway.

With a nod, you slowly made your way to their room, knocking softly before sliding your way in.

The first thing that greeted you were the mess of opened junk foods on the floor. Roaming your eyes around, you grimaced at the sight of empty water bottles littered around along with the volleyball laying on the ground.

Averting your eyes away from the trash, you looked at Atsumu whose back was facing you, his shoulder raising up and down evenly, indicating that he must be asleep.

Carefully, you walked claser and sat on the edge of his bed, your hand immediately feeling his forehead. "You're burning up," you mumbled, brushing his hair away from his face.

Suddenly, Atsumu's hand gripped your wrist, his eyebrows furrowed as he squinted his eyes. "Am I dreamin' or are ya a ghost?" he asked with a raspy voice.

"I'm not a ghost, 'Tsumu. I'm really here."

You watched as Atsumu slowly nodded before letting go of your wrist. "What're ya doin' here? I thought ya were still mad at me." Sitting up, Atsumu held the comforter close to him as he shivered.

"I heard you were sick. I'm no longer mad at you. I guess I'm still upset but I just can't hold a grudge against you forever, can I? That's not something I can do," you said with a shake of your head. "I really like you, you know? Despite your title of being a f!ckboy, I still fell for you. You were the first person I tried opening up to aside from my cousin. It's just a bummer that you ended up taking advantage of that vulnerability."

You felt Atsumu reaching out for you, his hand enveloping yours as he gave it a small squeeze. "I know, and I'm sorry. I really am."

"And if I give you another chance, will you prove me that you deserve it?" you asked as you looked at him, "I'm still hurt about what happened so I hope that if I give you this chance, you won't waste it."

"Yes. God, yes," Atsumu answered breathlessly, "I promise it won't happen again and I'll try to be better."

Suddenly, Atsumu wrapped his arms around your figure, pulling you on his lap as he settled his head on the side of your neck. "Thank you," he mumbled repeatedly against your skin, his arms tightening around you as if he was afraid of letting go.

And he never did.

Indeed, there was something about Miya Atsumu that kept drawing you in, and despite the bumps and dangers that came along your way, you didn't withraw.

Because as you closed the last page of your photo album eight years from then, you realized how right your cousin was alll along.

Atsumu Miya was worth the chance he was given, and he proved it to you every single day, sealing it with the diamond ring now resting on your left hand.

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Summary: On a rainy weekend in the middle of autumn, uncle Padfoot can't take Y/N and Remus's twin kids out for a ride on his motorbike. So Y/N and Remus become the cool parents they are and turn their day into a chocolatey adventure. From chocolate cake to Charlie and The Chocolate Factory's book. Something funny happens in the end...

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐧

Putting the problems and hardships aside, you could completely agree that raising two small Lupins was all fun. It was a blessing. Having two children that closely resembled their dad and constantly reminded you of him? Seeing their bright smiles and adorable faces everyday? You wouldn't change it with the world. Without a doubt.

Everytime you found a moment of silence to think about it, a feeling of pride would bloom and fill your insides. You felt like the luckiest mum in the world.

And wife, of course...

Speaking of the children, as much as your twins loved summer and its warm water-splashing days, autmn was currently their most favorite season.

Throughout the week, you would take them out to venture and stroll among the trees. They loved to fly magical kites, jump and dance into piles of colorful crunchy leaves and even help in the garden with you. Even at the times when the orchards at the backyard of your lovely cottage burst with apples, they would insist on going out to pick them.

Some other days they would sit in a corner and paint or stare out the window to watch the flocks of birds as they migrated to warmer places.

Oh and chocolate... it wasn't a want. It was a need. Necessity.

"... a day without chocolate is totally useless, mum. Believe us." They would always say in unison whenever you asked why they liked it so much.

Just like their dad.

(funny how none of your kids would reveal who taught them that term)

Beside all the fun, autmn was also a busy season for Remus and he had so much work to do. From teaching at Hogwarts to accomplishing missions for the Ministry of Magic. So weekends were something you always cherished and looked forward to.

And today was one of them.

You were on the couch, head resting against Remus's lap as he sipped from his tea. His free hand gently traced up and down your arm, causing all the tiredness to gradually fall away from you. You hummed delightfully and stared out the fogged up window, letting your fingers draw lazy patterns on his thigh as minutes passed in silence.

And what? Silence? It was odd.

The only sounds you could hear around you came from the crackling fire in the fireplace and the hammering rain that beat continously against the window.

So where were the other noises? Jumping around, running, yelling? Where were Hope and Hansel?

Remus had surely noticed that too. He brought your hand up and placed small kisses on your fingertips before asking in a low tone.

"Too quiet for a Sunday evening, aren't they?"

You shifted slightly, looking up at your man. "Uhm. I think they're still waiting for Sirius to take them out for a ride on his motorbike. Hansel told me about it this morning... Just wait until one of them notices the weather..."

As if on cue you heard footsteps from upstairs, which was followed by the hushed voice of your five year old daughter.

"Mummy, we finished feeding the owls."

"Told you." You smiled and got up from his lap, only to be stopped by his grip on your wrist. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, softly caressing your cheek.

"Let me take care of the kids, sweetheart. You've worn yourself out by working nonstop."

You shook your head quickly, placing a reassuring kiss on your husband's forehead. "No Remmy. I'm fine, honestly. You need to rest yourself. It was a pretty hard week for you."

By the time you approached the staircase, the twins were already there, barely containing themselves as they shuffled on their feet and caught their breaths.

You knelt down to be eye level with them. "Hmm, let me see, did you water your small plants too?"

"Yes mum. All of them." Hope nodded quickly.

"She even taught me how to make a magical wand." Your son added, handing you a small wand which was designed with tiny blossoms. They'd probably made it from the fallen branches they'd gathered in the morning. "Now where's uncle Padfoot?"

You put the handicraft aside and took their tiny hands, hesitating for a moment. "Oh sweeties, it's raining heavily outside. Uncle Padfoot couldn't make it here today. He didn't want you to catch a cold."

Their expression dropped, an exaggerated pout forming on their lips. "But he promised."

"I wanted to fly up with him. Above the clouds."

"He'll take you out next weekend. How about we do something else without going out?" You suggested hopefully, catching the kids' attention.

They looked at each other thoughtfully, seeming to ponder the idea in their pretty little heads and thinking what they could do right now. Suddenly Hope's face lit up with a new idea and she leaned forward to whisper it into his brother's ear. You gazed at somewhere in the space and pretended that you couldn't hear a word. Although they were merely a feet away from you.

"Hans, we can bake a cake."

"A cake?"

She nodded excitedly. "Yeah, full of chocolate, hmm?"

That was enough to make Hansel's face light up as well. A newfound source of energy was prominent on both of them. You chuckled amusedly. Lupins would never turn down a chocolatey offer.

"Can you, um, help us to bake a chocolate cake, mum?" Your daughter asked with hesitation, wrapping her arm around your neck. His brother followed suit.

"Please."

You felt two warm kisses on each of your cheeks and smiled at how they knew you wouldn't say no to them. Those adorable expressions could easily convince you. Your hands ruffled their golden-brown hair, causing them to giggle childishly. "All the chocolates are waiting for you in the kitchen. Let's go."

Sparks of excitement began to dance through their beautiful eyes. A loud hooray erupted in the house as they wasted no time to run towards the kitchen.

"They learned that from you." You pointed at your cheeks and winked at Remus before following the kids.

And that was the truth. Remus would give you a sweet little kiss and you'd do anything for him.

An hour later, the air around you was scented with the heavy rich smell of melting chocolate. The kitchen had turned into a total mess. Milk was splashed on the floor. The counter was covered with flour and the kids had painted each other's face with whipped cream. You just stood aside and watched with interest, occasionally helping them or flicking your wand to prevent them from hurting themselves. As long as they were happy and their faces were alight with fun and laughter, you didn't mind the mess at all.

Magic could fix it easily.

Besides, they could experience and explore new things.

Minutes later, Remus finished grading a few papers and came to stand next to you, his eyes widening noticeably at the scene he witnessed. He gazed sideways at you and raised a brow, his expression something between amused, shocked and apologetic. He tiptoed his way towards the kids and cautiously moved to avoid stepping on a broken egg or kick a spoon on the floor.

"Now now, lovely chefs, well done. Let's get you cleaned up."

He took the whisk and bowl from them and slowly helped them off the stools.

"But the cake isn't ready yet, dad." Hope stated, hastily wiping her chocolate-covered hand with the hem of her apron. As if she wanted to hide it from him.

"It almost is. All we need to do is-"

"Put it in there. What is it... oh, the oven." Hansel hopped up and down, pointing at somewhere on the other side of the kitchen.

"You're spot-on, little boy" Remus patiently took off their stained aprons and placed them on the table before fixing their clothes. "Close your eyes and count from three to one. Something magical is about to happen."

He exclaimed mysteriously and waved his hands in the air, knowing very well how the kids would burst with excitement and react to any hint of magic. Especially from him.

"Three... Two... One."

Remus snapped his fingers and, in that very same instant, all the stains and chocolate remainings vanished off from their clothes, two hazelnut truffles appeared in their small hands (as a reward) and a book flew down the stairs, landing in his own hand, causing both kids to gasp in surprise.

You took a glimpse of the book's title and it read Charlie and The Chocolate Factory. It was one of your favorite books. "Who wants to listen to Willy Wonka and little Charlie's marvelous tale? I didn't tell you that... but it's gonna be full of wonders and sweets in it."

"Who is Willy Wonka?" Your son asked curiously, munching on his sweet reward.

"He's magician with chocolate and candy, Hansel. He even owns the largest and most famous chocolate factory in the whole world." Remus explained patiently.

"What about Charlie?"

"Come on... hurry up. The time is ripe. Let me tell you all about him..." He guided them out of the kitchen to the very same couch you'd lounged on earlier. His velvety voice began to read the words as your kids sat on either side of their dad and listened intently. It was a lovely sight. Remus knew his way to their little hearts very well. He could read for hours and keep them stuck in the spot, asking for more.

Well, who could say no to that man whenever he offered to read with that voice of his?

You settled on cleaning up the kitchen and chuckled everytime you heard Hansel or Hope's comments and opinions about the book. They would laugh at some parts, feel sad for some others and even gasp out in disbelief when something fascinating happened.

"That's impossible!..."

"Oh poor Charlie. I'd share my chocolates with him..."

"I want a golden ticket too!..."

"A large castle made entirely of chocolate? All of it? He's unbelievable..."

Halfway through the book, the rain had eventually stopped and the dark clouds were parting ways in the sky. When you made sure that all the mess around you was tidied up, you went to check on the Lupins. They had finished eating their edible cake and well, just as you expected, the kids had no intention to go outside and leave their dad's side.

In fact they had awesome ideas to argue about.

They took turns, talking nonstop. As if the ideas would disappear if they didn't think out loud. Remus had a funny expression plastered on his face.

"We want to build a chocolate factory when we get old..."

"With a big big candy boat." Hope outstretched her arms to show how big she meant.

"Or a hot chocolate river, and a caramel waterfall..."

"...and a chewing gum that never loses its taste..."

"...what about marshmallow blankets, and um, ice creams that never melt. Mum, just think of it... you can keep it lying in the sun and it won't go runny..." Hansel shouted for you from afar as you sat on chair behind the counter. You nodded encouragingly, wondering at their wandering minds.

Everyday they would have a new imagination, entirely different from the previous ones. Just yesterday they wanted to build countless nests for birds and keep them warm, so they didn't need to migrate and fly too much.

"It's exhausting. They get tired." Was their reason.

Their eager suggestions continued, bringing you back to the moment.

"We'll put golden tickets in all the chocolate bars, so every kid can visit our wonderful factory!..."

"Dad, dad. Will you be our Willy Wonka? You're a magician too..."

"Well..." Remus's gaze shifted between the two kids indecisively, not knowing what to say to fulfill their fertile imagination.

Hansel suddenly seemed to come up with an idea as he leaned over to whisper something god knew what to Hope's ear, causing her to nod mischievously. "We can convince you, dad. Just wait."

With that they took off running up the stairs, leaving their dad flabbergasted and giving him no chance to reply. He cocked a brow and closed the book, raising from his seat to flop down on a chair across from you. All you could muster was a clueless shrug at his "How am I going to be convinced now?" question.

Wooden floor creaked above you and shortly after that, you saw something that made you clap your hand over your mouth to stifle your amused laugh. The kids were wearing two of Remus's oversized cardigans that covered their frames from head to toe. It was nearly falling off their shoulders, causing them to struggle with their steps as they descended the stairs. Their hair was disheveled, showing the hard efforts.

"Now you can't resist them anymore." You let your head hang low as you let out a hearty chuckle.

"What-?"

He turned around, his confusion turning into a delighted chortle. That was the truth. Remus always reveled in the idea of you wearing his knitted cardigans. Now it was adorably funny on your kids.

"How do we look, dad?"

"Oh! How am I supposed to say no to your pretty ideas now? Let's finish the book and see how we can build H&H's biggest chocolate factory in the whole universe."

Remus grabbed the wondrous book, but stopped for a moment to give you a wink. Just like you'd done earlier. A warm blush creeped up your cheeks as you heard his low whisper.

"They most certainly learned that one from you, sweetest thing."

𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬

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