#oc: maeve family

[zoneofsmites]

Violet Maeve has big bleeding heart that has room for every mistreated child. Mayric loves his wife and kids so so so much... but Lathander's sunny arsehole can we please not take in another child??? Especially one that has parents already! Really don't wan't to deal with the Flaming Fist knocking at our door for kidnapping.

several days later...

[madalyn-maeve]

Miqo'te March 4th -Family-

Vin Diesel aint got shit on me and my Famiy

But in all seriousness, these people mean the world to me and I do not know how I got to be so lucky!

[livinglyfeincolour]

Let her fury rain down upon him. 🦇

[starfroots]

meme draw over because i saw someone else’s and it made me think of fc5 for some reason

[charmedcleric]

I’m so excited to see my inquisitor in veilguard ahhhh but I swear to god if anything bad happens to her I will scream lol

Edit: I changed her canon class to rogue so ignore the staff she is carrying lmao

[kate-m-art]

Starlight and fireflies <3

[keithsandwich]

Modern!AU Keith and Maeve: Keith is a Pharmacy student and Maeve works with natural healing. They met when Keith was making a research on the usage of medicinal herbs in alternative therapies.

(thank you @bicayaya meu amor 💖)

[whereismymindnow]

Hear me out...

Twin!Homelander?

Homelander x reader x Rutledge?

...my brain went places after seeing the G20 trailers the other week!

If I do make something of this, it's my first time writing a reader character and not OC so I may need to iron out some kinks throughout the process.

“Homelander, you’re taking this the wrong wa-”

“Wrong way? You’re trying to add another member to The Seven without even asking me!”

“He’s not joining The Seven! He’s here to deal with the less delicate matters… the dirty stuff that your pristine gloves can’t be allowed to touch.”

“What? He’s the fall guy?”

“No. He’s the shadow. He’s the man in the dark that no one sees until it’s too late. He’s the one that takes care of the things that your reputation needs to be kept away from. He’s the problem solver.”

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Homelander stiffened as the new guy walked into the room. He heard Deep gasp and watched as Maeve went incredibly pale.

His shoulders were broad, like his. He walked with purpose, like he did. He didn’t acknowledge the lesser beings in the room. No, pale blue eyes were locked directly onto Homelander's face. His mirror image walked into the room and sucked all of the oxygen out of it. They were the same, but different. His hair was the darker, dirty blonde that John’s naturally was without the bleach. His facial hair was dark and kept short, whereas John shaved and plucked his daily to perfection. The smile… the smile was the same. As dangerous and toothy as a shark about to bite. For the first time in his life, John felt sick. His nostrils were overcome with the scent of gunpowder and blood, along with a masculine musk. Traces of something sweeter could be detected, but John was certain it wasn’t him that the scent belonged to.

“Homelander, meet Edward.” Madelyn gave a bright smile as she motioned towards the man in black.

“What the fuck is this?”

“Vought knew you were strong from a young age… but they needed to make sure there was insurance just in case they did accidentally go too far one day. So, Vogelbaum replicated your DNA."

“I-I don’t understand.” Homelander stood toe to toe with his doppelganger. He felt like he was drowning. He’d always been enough, he’d always been the best, and now he was faced with something that shouldn’t exist. They doubted him?

“Things have been getting muddied. The water is murky, Homelander, and we need that to stop.” He knew Madelyn was referencing the few instances where his publicity hadn’t been squeaky clean. “So, we use Edward to do things in the dark whilst you’re out and in the public eye. If someone decides to say Homelander did it then we have the evidence that that is impossible, because Homelander was right in front of all of those cameras.”

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“Well, this family reunion has been fun, but I need my bag.” As if on cue, an intern lugged a black suitcase behind him. “Be careful.” Edward chided, his eyes flashing in warning, as they tugged a bit too hard and caused it to tilt. “I’ll take it from here.” He grabbed the handle and effortlessly hoisted the luggage on to the table. He waited for the intern to disappear before carefully unzipping the top.

“Holy shit.” Maeve exclaimed as he reached in and grabbed a handful of hair, a flushed tear-stained face became visible. The girl had a gag in her mouth but she took in deep breaths through her nose as she was finally released from the small, dark space.

“There’s my girl.” Her face looked tiny being cupped by his black gloves. “Tut. I told you not to panic, it was only temporary.” More tears spilled down her face as she tried to nod and agree with him. “We have a whole new life ahead of us.”

Homelander didn’t think he’d ever heard a human’s heart beat so fast.

[manyimaginativemuses]

He Ate My Heart - Remmick/OC - Chapter 1

Summary: Maeve Fogarty, a young teacher out of the Mississippi Delta, never expected her kind heart to lead to such chaos in her life. When a handsome young man came to her door asking to use the phone, she said the three words that would change her life forever-

“Come on in.”

Remmick/Original Character 18+ Fic

Read on AO3!

Chapter warnings: Graphic smut, oral sex, unprotected sex, creampie, bloody sex, mild sadism on Remmick’s part, vampiric behavior (duh), aphrodisiac/venom based drool, could be considered dubcon but she is really into it despite that fuzzy drugged out feeling, idk what else to add so lemme know if I missed anything

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Maeve Fogarty had grown up with the mythology of her grandparents. Her family had come to America from Ireland, fleeing the famine that was slowly starving them out. They hoped America would be a fresh start, and while they did manage to make it in the new world, they were the lucky ones. But to help those that weren’t so lucky, they brought their stories. Tales of faeries and leprechauns and mad gods whom good Christian’s no longer spoke the name of.

But Maeve listened to the stories. Maeve knew not to leave her house after dark or whistle in the forests or say “thank you” to nature for a nice flower she found on the side of the road. She was a careful, intelligent young woman who did what she had to do to survive.

Unfortunately for her, when one of those stories came knocking on her door one night, he wore such a pretty face that all her common sense washed away along with her fear.

She had been at home reading, relaxing after a long day of teaching at the local school, when she heard a knocking on the door. She lived in a small cottage on the edge of her family’s land, barely anybody came out this far into the middle of nowhere, so she nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard the knocking.

“What the hell?” Maeve whispered to herself, answering the door and getting even more confused by the sight in front of her. There stood a young handsome man with a banjo strapped to his back. He wore a kind smile and Maeve instantly felt herself at ease by his demeanor, leaning against the doorframe and watching him. She felt almost too relaxed, like a charm or spell had taken over her.

“Evenin ma’am, I’m so sorry to bother you at such a late hour, but my car broke down a bit down the road and I was hoping I could use your phone to call my friend.” The man started, a thick familiar southern accent reaching Maeve’s ears.

And somewhere in the back of her mind, she heard her grandfather’s voice reminding her not to let any strangers inside after dark. But overtaking that voice was another, more seductive one, purring at her to hear this man out… And as a single woman in the country whom no man even gave a second glance, when that second voice rumbled in her mind, she couldn’t help but listen.

“I’m sorry, who are you? Nobody ever drives out ‘round these parts this time of night.” Maeve asked, crossing her arms and watching the stranger

“Oh, I’m so sorry darlin, forgive my bad manners. My name’s Remmick, I perform with a traveling band and I was on my way home when my car broke down over yonder. I just need to use your phone and I’ll be outta your pretty hair, I promise.” The man gave a crooked smile and his eyes were practically sparkling like a pouting puppy dog. Maeve gave a raised eyebrow, looking him up and down once more before letting out a heavy sigh, making sure her shotgun was in sight before she backed up a bit.

“Cmon in, make it quick, my daddy’s asleep in the other room and I don’t want you waking him up.” She lied, still staying cautious as the handsome stranger entered her home.

“Thank ya kindly.” Remmick nodded, looking around as he walked inside, “You have a beautiful home. Smells like cinnamon in here, is that a candle or just your beautiful smell?” He smirked and Maeve blushed softly, keeping her arms crossed to keep her defenses high.

“Neither. The phone’s over there.” She pointed to the phone sitting on the counter, eyeing Remmick carefully as he continued to look around. He nodded once more, heading towards the phone but he slowed.

“It might take a while for my friend to come meet me. Do you mind if I stay with you just for a little bit until he gets here? It smells like it’s gonna rain out there, I’d hate to stand around and ruin not just my clothes but my banjo too.” He asked, turning slightly so Maeve could see his face when he spoke. The first thing she’d thought when she saw him was how hypnotic his eyes were. His eyes had this strange reddish sheen to them that she’d never seen before and somehow it drew her to him. In addition, his teeth were ever so slightly crooked, imperfect in such a way that Maeve found it charming. He was handsome, but not in a traditional sort of way. It reminded her of the old Irish country boys her father used to try and set her up with, but instead of being meek and whiny farm boys like them, Remmick had an air of dominance and rage to him. Like he was hiding something terrible just beneath the surface…

Like it would only take a single breath to snap the fragile thread that was holding his sanity together.

“Fine… just be quiet and don’t steal anything. And I have a shotgun I will use if need be.” Maeve snarled a warning and Remmick held up his hands in defense.

“Don’t worry ma’am, I won’t take nothin that ain’t freely given, I promise, especially not from a pretty thing like you.” Remmick winked at her before he reached the phone, dialing up his supposed friend.

The strangest thing was that when he spoke, he was speaking in Gaelic. Maeve knew it was Gaelic as her grandparents spoke it to each other. Unfortunately, they died before they were able to teach it to her, so she didn’t understand a lick of what he said.

“You’re Irish?” She asked as Remmick hung up the phone, causing him to whip around and look at her with wide eyes.

“Yeah…. How’d you know? You speak Gaelic?” He asked, an odd bit of worry to his tone but Maeve pushed it off as him not appreciating her listening to his conversation.

“No, I don’t speak it, but my grandparents did. They immigrated over here from Ireland before my parents were born. This is my family’s farmland, they gave me this house on the edge of the land since I don’t have a husband and they wanted to keep an eye on me.” She shrugged, “Why do you know it?”

“Same as you, family and friends are from Ireland.” He replied, a small smile on his face as he approached, “Ya know, I’d offer to play you a tune you might enjoy, but I don’t wanna wake your dad if he’s in the other room.” His eyes glanced towards the hallway and that’s when Maeve laughed and shook her head.

“No that’s… my daddy’s not actually here… I said that because I didn’t know if you were gonna kill me or rape me or something. But you seem genuine… it’s rare to find someone genuine out here.” Her blue-grey eyes softened then as she sat down on the couch, still watching him, “You can play me something… if you want….” Remmick’s smile widened as he pulled the banjo off his back, sat down in one of the chairs across from Maeve, and started playing.

“Tráthnóinín déanach i gcéin cois leasa dom.

Táimse i m’ chodhladh is ná dúisigh mé.

Sea dhearcas lem’ thaobh an spéirbhean mhaisiúil.

Táimse i m’ chodhladh is ná dúisigh mé.

Ba bhachallach péarlach dréimreach barrachas

A carnfholt craobhach ag titim léi ar bhaillechrith‘S í ag caitheamh na saighead trím thaobh do chealg mé.

Táimse i m’ chodhladh is ná dúisigh mé.

Is éirigí, a chlann, agus gabhaig bhur n-airm chugaibh,

Táimse im’ chodhladh is ná dúistear mé.

Is leagaigí sa tsrúil gach scrúille Sasanaigh,

Táimse im’ chodhladh is ná dúistear mé.

Mura mairfeadh ach triúir bíodh ciú ins gach bail’ agaibh

Ó Charraig na Siúire go ciumhais an Daingin thiar

Ardaigí bhur lain, tugaig fogha faoina Sasanaigh,

Táimse im’ chodhladh is ná dúistear mé.”

His voice had Maeve staring at him like she was in the presence of a god. Remmick sang like music was the only thing that mattered to him in this world. Even though she didn’t understand anything of what he said, she was enraptured by the way he told his song. And yet, despite all of that, it was almost like there was no soul to the song at the same time. It was as if his music had no heart to it despite him literally giving everything he had to it, and Maeve couldn’t understand why.

“That…. That was beautiful.” She whispered breathlessly, her eyes wide and enraptured by this man in front of her. She felt her heart skip a beat as a few dirty, fleeting thoughts crossed her mind and made her squirm in her seat, however those thoughts were dashed when she saw the wedding ring on his finger, “I-I bet your wife enjoys your singing too.” It was then that Remmick’s face turned sad and he shook his head.

“Nah… um…. My wife’s been long dead now. I only still wear this in honor of her, so I don’t lose her memory.” Remmick explained and held his hand up to show off the ring.

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to reopen any old wounds!” Maeve apologized but Remmick moved closer to reassure her, sitting on the couch beside her.

“No no, it’s ok, nobody knows when they first meet me anyways. But you were right, she did enjoy my voice when she was alive… She looked at me the same way you’re looking at me right now.” Remmick’s voice deepened and Maeve shivered, licking her lips as she immediately noticed the way he started looking at her. His eyes had darkened and he was examining her as if she were a meal, his gaze flicking from one part of her body to another.

“I-I apologize sir if I crossed any kind of line.” She replied. Every nerve in her body was telling her to run, to stand up and get as far away from this man as possible. That voice earlier in her head that sounded like her grandfather was now violently screaming at her, desperately trying to warn her that this man was bad news. However, all of her senses were being completely drowned out by the sudden rush of arousal and desire that his song had brought out in her. Maeve always had a thing for musicians anyway, so when this one just so happened to be a handsome one who spoke Gaelic, her body responded naturally.

“You didn’t cross anything, darlin…. Atleast nothin I didn’t offer you freely.” He purred, his eyes meeting hers and Maeve swore in that moment they flashed red, like someone had shown a flashlight directly into his gaze and it flickered back like a dog caught in headlights.

“Your eyes… they’re beautiful…” She whispered and reached out, moving a strand of his hair out of his face so she could see his eyes more clearly, “It’s like you have moonlight in them or something.” Her words made Remmick chuckle and he shook his head, smiling even wider then.

“If you think they’re beautiful now, just wait ‘till I’m lookin up at you from between your thighs, worshipping you with your name on my lips…”

Maeve audibly gasped in response and felt Remmick leaning closer, her eyes flitting back and forth between his lips and his eyes. She knew this was a bad idea, fucking some random stranger who had god knows how many diseases or who maybe just wanted to fuck her so he could kidnap her and kill her when she was most vulnerable. But she couldn’t bring herself to tell him to leave. She hadn’t had a gentleman caller like this in years and the last one wasn’t even any good. She knew God would judge her when the time came, but at that moment, she couldn’t give less of a shit if God was watching because she wanted Remmick more than anything.

She jerked forward and grabbed Remmick by his suspenders, pulling him in close and kissing him roughly. The growl that tore from his throat nearly vibrated through Maeve’s whole body as she felt his hands fly to her waist to pull her even closer. He kissed back hard and passionately, his kiss full of teeth and tongue. There was also an odd amount of spit, almost like the man was drooling into the kiss. At one point when he stuck his tongue into her mouth and practically licked her teeth, she swore she felt it dripping with his saliva, but even that wasn’t enough to turn her off. The only thing that would ruin this was if Remmick tried to stop.

“Your skin tastes like sunlight in the summertime…” He whispered, pressing hot open mouthed kisses down her neck as he pushed her down onto the couch. And strangely, the more he kissed her, the more Maeve started to feel an odd buzzing sensation under her skin. It felt like she’d been hyperventilating, her vision slightly fuzzy around the edges and she could practically feel her heart pounding in her chest. Everything felt ten times more intense than normal, from the scratch of her dress on her back to the pleasurable throb between her legs. If she had been thinking clearly, Maeve would’ve thought Remmick had drugged her somehow. But the pulsing in her cunt was becoming too much for her to ignore the more Remmick made his claim on her mouth and throat.

“Wha-what was it you said earlier about being between my thighs?” She stammered with a smile, looking up at him and she could tell then that he was absolutely drooling. His mouth and chin were covered in his thick saliva which was currently dripping onto her chest. Normally she would’ve been disgusted, but the floaty buzzy feeling that overtook her made her ignore it completely.

“I said… ima worship you and make you scream my fuckin name, darlin.” Remmick snarled, his voice almost sounding doubled as he started kissing a hot, wet line down her chest to her belly until he found his destination between her legs. Maeve was panting like a dog in heat, lifting her ass to help Remmick dispose of her undergarments as he hopped off the couch onto the floor and pulled her with him for easy access. She yelped in surprise but giggled at his harsh treatment, staring down at him with wide eyes as he began kissing up the insides of her thighs, his large cool hands keeping them spread so he could see all of her.

“You’re already drippin for me, babydoll… did my song affect you that much?” He asked with a chuckle, dragging one callused finger through her soaked folds as a tease, causing Maeve to gasp again and push her hips closer.

“Y-you know damn well it did, s’like you hypnotized me or some shit…” She grumbled, lifting her leg to rest it on his shoulder, “And let’s hope you ain’t just all talk now cuz I don’t wanna tarnish your good name if you can’t perform to my standards.” She snapped back and Remmick nearly barked a laugh, his face almost cracking with the huge smile he wore.

“Ó a shoithín ghéar teanga, cuirfidh mé ort críochnú chomh crua agus go n-impeoidh tú orm casadh ort…” Remmick growled and Maeve cursed herself for not learning Gaelic before a sudden wave of pleasure slammed into her when Remmick’s face finally dipped down to where she wanted him the most. She gave a breathless sob and arched her back as his mouth started working wonders, her hands flying to his head and tangling in his short sweaty hair. He knew EXACTLY what he was doing and how to do it well, his tongue practically magical as he flicked her clit and sucked it in intervals that drove her up a wall.

“Remmick! Fuck, Remmick, more! Please!” Maeve called out his name and tried to pull him closer with her leg as she began rolling her hips against his face, causing him to laugh and moan into her pussy as he was getting just as desperate as she was. She felt two of his thick fingers suddenly enter her, clearly having been lubricated by his own saliva and her slick as they pushed in with barely any resistance. Maeve’s cries increased in pitch and frequency, her nails digging into Remmick’s scalp as his fingers curled and pushed directly against that spot inside her that only she herself could reach. His growls also picked up in frequency, the vibrations driving Maeve higher and higher.

“Rem-Remmick, m’gonna cum!” She warned and Remmick grabbed her thigh harder while his hand and mouth picked up speed. It was as if he knew exactly what her body wanted and how she wanted it because it didn’t take him too much longer before her orgasm slammed into her like a freight train. She arched her back against the couch, her nails almost ripping out chunks of Remmick’s hair as she fucked his face, his nose occasionally bumping her clit as he lapped up her cum like a dehydrated dog, nearly drinking it out of her as she spilled forth onto his hand and into his mouth. Maeve only stopped moving when the aftershocks became too much, finally releasing his hair with shaky hands and struggling to catch her breath as she’d just come harder than she ever had in her entire life. She’d never felt pleasure like that before, not with another man and certainly not by her own hand either. She looked down at him dizzily, only barely noticing how much drool soaked his mouth and not even caring to think about the fact that his teeth seemed sharper than before and his eyes were definitely flashing back in the light of her home.

Whatever he transferred to her during their kiss made her too high and horny to care about any of his monstrous features. All that Maeve wanted was him buried inside her so that she could cry out his name and beg for more.

“You’re so beautiful Maeve…” He whispered, moving his kisses back up her body. A small alarm went off in the back of her hazy head, reminding her that she hadn’t given him her name yet somehow he knew it, but once again that was drowned out by the pleasure she was receiving when he started sucking hickies onto her neck. The pleasure then increased ten fold when she felt him bite into her throat, causing her to arch her back and moan like a whore in response. She’d always been into a little pain with her pleasure, so feeling him bite HARD into the crook of her neck only increased that floaty, lightheaded feeling she’d been experiencing so far.

In fact, she was so delirious with pleasure that she didn’t even notice the blood staining his mouth when he pulled back from her throat to kiss her deeply..

Maeve sensed the mild metallic taste from the kiss but shrugged it off as her having bit his lip earlier from how hard she was kissing him. She whined loudly and pulled him closer, nearly dragging him onto the couch with her as she started pushing her hips up against him as he crawled overtop of her.

And the massive bulge that resided in his pants made her whimper his name even more desperately, desire and lust clogging her veins with every kiss.

“Shhh… relax for me darlin’… I have all night to make you feel good, ain’t no need to rush now.” Remmick’s voice met her ears and made her shiver in his arms as he unbuttoned his shirt and exposed his chest and undershirt to her. Maeve leaned forward and started kissing as much exposed flesh as she could get her mouth on, wanting to mark Remmick’s cold pale skin with her teeth. Remmick moaned with each nip, pushing his groin even harder into hers as his desperation only grew as well. And when Maeve started sucking a hickey onto his throat under his jawline, that was when Remmick couldn’t take it anymore. He quite literally ripped open her dress, buttons and fabric flying off of her as Maeve only vaguely noticed Remmick’s claws, but once again her hazy mind couldn’t care less. His growls deepened and his eyes reddened as he stared down at her, his large clawed hands dragging over her chest, marking her breasts and making Maeve arch up into him in response.

“Please… Remmick please, I need you…. Need you inside me…” Maeve begged and Remmick gave a massive fanged smile, kissing her once more as he undid his belt and trousers, pulling them off completely along with his boots and tossing them across the room. He cupped her face in his hands, her dark hair tangling in his claws as his reddened gaze flickered over her form.

“Don’t worry babydoll, I’ve got you…” Remmick kissed her again, his cock pressed against her soaking wet cunt and already dripping precum against her. Maeve happily moaned and kissed back, wrapping a leg around his waist as she tried to push him inside her, but he was determined to keep this on his terms. The more she whined and fought him, the more he kissed her stupid and made her wait. It was only once she looked at him with her big shiny puppy dog eyes that he finally gave in, his heart aching as he wanted her to look at him like that for all eternity.

With a hiss through his fanged teeth, Remmick slowly pushed his cock inside Maeve’s tight waiting body, the woman beneath him gasping and clenching her fists into the couch cushions as he did so. His growls got louder and louder as he kept pushing deeper, her cries only making him want her more as he held onto the tiny shred of self control he had so he didn’t slam into her without letting her adjust.

“Yes… yes!” Maeve sobbed breathlessly and rolled her hips, trying to get Remmick to move, “Remmick…” The SECOND the said his name, that thread of self control snapped and he went FERAL. He grabbed her hips tight, his claws digging into her skin as he started pounding into her relentlessly, his thick cock driving Maeve even further into her high. She could feel his drool dripping onto her chest and belly, his hand moving occasionally to massage it into her skin.

“Mine…. MINE….” He snarled viciously, more and more drool staining Maeve’s skin the harder he fucked her. Her couch began to slam against the wall from the force of his thrusts but Maeve didn’t care as she was overwhelmed by his dick and the pleasure he was bringing her, “Cmon babydoll, I can feel you clenchin ‘round me already… your pussy was made for me, it fuckin owns me, wanna feel you cum around me so fuckin badly, darlin… Fucking hell I need it…” Remmick’s voice did that odd doubling thing as it had done earlier, his words tinged with so much desire it almost bled into rage as his hand moved to start tweaking her clit. The moment he started rubbing her clit in circles, just the way she liked it, Maeve exploded around his cock, her body milking him for everything he was worth.

“FUCK REMMICK!! REMMICK REMMICK REMMICK!” Maeve screamed his name, continuing to fuck her hips up to meet his as he worked her through her orgasm, staying deep inside her as she let it wash over her. Only once she had calmed down a bit did he continue with his movements, his thrusts now slower but just as deep as he reveled in the warmth and beauty of her body

“C-cum… cum inside me…” She begged, looking up at at him as she grabbed at his arms, “Want you to cum inside me…” Maeve’s words were shaky and full of need and Remmick gave her a warm loving smile in response.

“You sure darlin?” He asked with a purr, his thumb stroking her cheek as she nodded.

“Y-yeah… wanna… wanna leak you…” She replied. Even in her delirious state, Maeve knew him cumming inside her wasn’t too dangerous. She’d had some medical problems as a teenager that led doctors to tell her she was infertile, so even if Remmick came inside her, Maeve wasn’t worried. Remmick just smirked darkly in response, increasing the power behind his thrusts as his claws dug into her hips again. He threw his head back and gritted his teeth as he surrendered himself to the pleasure, all while making certain she was enjoying it just as much.

“You wanna be leaking me huh? You want me to cum so deep inside you that you can’t forget me for DAYS cuz of how much you’re leaking me?” He muttered, his pace picking up as he leaned over and pressed his forehead to Maeve’s, his fingers on her clit picking up in speed as well, determined to make her cum around him as many times as possible, “Your pretty little cunt belongs to me… ima ruin you for any other man, ya hear me?” His words made Maeve sob, her hips rolling up hard and fast to meet his movements. Her second orgasm ended up hitting her suddenly, her moans so loud that she even surprised herself. Remmick only laughed and snarled in response, feeling her body massaging his cock as his own end began to creep up on him.

“Mine…. Mine… MINE!” Remmick leaned down and started nuzzling into her neck once more and once again, that delicious pain bloomed in her throat. Maeve was on cloud nine, floating above everything as the high of her orgasms and whatever was in her system made her wrap her arms around Remmick possessively.

“Need it, need it, need you, give it to me Remmick, please please please PLEASE!” Maeve begged and threw her head back as she felt him slam full force into her once, twice, and on the third thrust, his growl was so loud she felt the vibrations in her chest. She gasped with a smile as she felt him cum deep inside her, his cock twitching and pulsing as he exploded against the entrance of her womb. Her nails dug into his back, clawing at his skin as she let him ride out his pleasure inside her, his cum stuffing her so full that she felt even dizzier now that it was over. Remmick licked and kissed at the spot he’d left on her neck, his body nearly collapsing on top of her as Maeve panted underneath him. For a fleeting moment, she thought she couldn’t feel him breathing, but that thought vanished as soon as he kissed her again. That same metallic taste from earlier was back and it only made everything better.

“Y-you…. Wow…. Where have you been all my life?” Maeve whispered playfully, lovingly petting his arms as she stared up at him with hazy eyes.

“Here and there and everywhere darlin.” Remmick chuckled in reply, hissing softly as he pushed back into her and made her whine, “And if you think this is all over for the night, you are sorely mistaken babydoll.”

For the rest of the night, Maeve was completely blissed out on Remmick. Something in his eyes, in his scent, in his blood, in his spit, something she couldn’t even place drew her to him and she didn’t want to let go. She let him claim her over and over, marking her with his mouth, his teeth, his cum. She was his and his alone for that night, for hours on end they brought each other to the peak of ecstasy until Maeve’s body couldn’t take it and passed out. The last thing she remembered before she fell unconscious was the sky beginning to lighten outside Remmick’s delicious voice purring in her ear.

“Thank you for the evening, babydoll. I can promise, I’ll never forget your kindness. And don’t worry, no one will ever bother you or your family on this land ever again.” He had whispered to her before he fled her home, rushing back into the darkness from whence he came.

[zablife]

The Trap

Harry Da Souza x OC Zara Harrigan

Harry and the Brat Masterlist

Summary: Zara puts Harry to the test, but this time Maeve gets suspicious.

A/N: Ty to my lovely anon for suggesting Zara leave Harry a bit frustrated. She def tries his patience in this one! Also, note that the series has changed from x reader to x OC bc this is the way I've envisioned her from the start.

Warnings: language, drinking, drug use, mention of pregnancy, dry humping, blowjob with no release, deeply frustrated Harry!!

“She promised me she'd arrive no later than eight,” Conrad uttered to himself, checking his watch for the hundredth time as he wore a rut into the floorboards. He ventured an anxious glance at Maeve, tension steadily mounting over his insistence they delay the family meeting for Zara.

Perching herself on a nearby chair, Maeve's bright blue eyes radiated vexation as she chided, “Cop yourself on!" Gesturing vaguely at the door with her wine glass she added, "That girl comes and goes as she pleases."

"It could be more...complicated than that," Harry uttered quietly, thinking back to the pregnancy tests he dropped at Zara's that morning on his way to the yard. "When I spoke to her earlier she had business to attend to," he said clasping his hands behind his back in humble submission. He hung his head, fingernails sinking into his wrist as he tried not to think of her dripping his cum or the inevitable double lines on test after test.

"Sure look!" Maeve shrugged in an over exaggerated display of nonchalance. "If she's busy setting fire to the jacks again...,” Maeve jabbed at Conrad before taking a generous sip of her merlot. One bottle down, she was just getting started on his wayward granddaughter.

Ignoring his wife's caustic remarks, Conrad turned to his grandson for help. "Have you any idea where your cousin might be, Eddie?"

"How the fuck should I know?," Eddie spat, eyes never leaving the tv above Harry's head. He didn't see why anyone needed her here when he was so obviously first in line for the Harrigan throne.

"Check your phone," Harry demanded in a frighteningly low register, his own concern growing by the minute. Zara was meant to be here hours ago to sit at her grandfather's side for her first official family meeting. Not only had she stood him up, she'd also failed to call Harry as she promised. Apparently even a yes or no via text was too much to ask. However, that made Harry wonder if she was crashing out and if so, where would she land this time?

Sensing Harry's discomfort, Eddie chuckled at the situation unfolding around him, a clever remark on the tip of his tongue. But Harry soon lost patience, along with any semblance of politeness. "Now, Eddie!," he growled, grabbing the remote from his hands.

Tugging his phone from his back pocket, Eddie lazily swiped at the screen. Thumb hovering over Zara's latest insta post, he snorted to himself as he whispered under his breath, "What a slag."

As Eddie turned the phone outward with a flourish, Harry instinctively reached for it, clenching his jaw harshly as he drank in her half naked body, his favorite pajama top unbuttoned to her waist. Flaunting her bralette and a haughty air of boredom, it was obvious she was enjoying keeping him on tenterhooks.

"What is it?" Conrad asked, squinting from across the room before Harry moved to block his view.

Eddie craned his neck to look around Harry's bulky form, taking enormous pleasure in his cryptic answer, "Looks like your favorite grandchild had better things to do with her time."

"You see, I told you!" Maeve triumphed, raising her glass for emphasis. "Let's start the meeting already! Eddie's here and that's all that matters."

Conrad would not be deterred. "Where is she?," he continued, unwilling to believe she might be avoiding him. The crease between his eyes deepened as he tried to repress his hurt. After all he'd done to secure expert legal counsel and have all charges dismissed, she hadn't uttered so much as a thank you before going back to her carefree life. But he'd never admit how much her recent behavior pained him, especially not to Maeve. Gruff tone returning, he demanded, "Well?"

"The Savoy," Harry answered dutifully, knowing the governor was seconds away from ordering him to go after her.

Conrad nodded decidedly toward Harry, the need for words banished in their mutual understanding. As he stormed off down the corridor, Harry shrugged on his jacket, watching as Maeve crept up behind Eddie to steal a glimpse of the revealing photo.

A loud cackle erupted from her throat as she raised her eyes to meet Harry's. She held him in her sights as she spoke to her grandson. "Eddie darling, what is it you young people call this? A thirst trap?" she smirked with wicked delight.

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2 hours later...

"Have you lost your fucking mind?" Harry growled the moment Zara opened the door to her suite.

"Hello to you too, Harry," she purred, leaning in to kiss him.

"Don't," he warned, pushing his way inside and slamming the door behind him. "Where the fuck have you been?" he seethed.

She gestured toward the room in annoyance, “Here, obviously."

"And you couldn't phone to tell anyone?,” he asked sternly, brow knit with concern. "You kept the governor waiting."

“I’ve had a long day, Harry,” Zara whined, rubbing her temples. “Are you really going to lecture me because I decided to stay in?”

Harry surveyed the room, taking note of a small table in the corner which held an impressive assortment of dishes. It looked as though she'd ordered the entire menu and the thought gave him pause. “Eating for two?” he asked, eyeing her suspiciously.

Attempting to ease the tension she saw forming along his back and shoulders, Zara guided him toward the sofa and gave him a gentle shove into the plush cushions. Straddling his waist, she let her robe hang open a bit, revealing the tops of her breasts.

"You going to answer me?" Harry asked, feeling the soft sweep of her raven hair brushing his jawline as her hips began a serpentine pattern over his crotch. Hands clamping down on her hips he murmured, "Zara, this is serious. You haven't just upset your grandfather, but Maeve as well."

"Let me handle Maeve," Zara whispered as she raked her fingernails through his hair. Finding him even more rigid than before she giggled blithely in his ear, "Can fun Harry come out to play now?" Reaching into the pocket of her robe, she produced a small gold compact and extracted a pill. She attempted to push it past his lips as she continued writhing against him. When he jerked his head away, she placed it on her own tongue with a hum of satisfaction.

Seconds too late, Harry clutched at her jaw, large hand squeezing tightly until she opened and stuck out her empty tongue as proof she had indeed swallowed it. “Why would you do that?” he demanded, eyes narrowing as he held her in a punishing gaze.

Zara jerked herself out of his hold with an arrogant toss of her shoulders. "You don't get to tell me what to do!" she reminded him as she pressed her palms to his chest to push herself away.

Harry captured her wrists in his hands, thick fingers wrapping around her delicate joints with ease and forcing her to remain there as he lectured, "The thing is, I do when it comes to my child. Now go vomit before it's too late."

Sticking out her chin at him she mouthed the word "No."

"Fucking brat," Harry growled as he forced her to her feet, scooping her up bridal style and carrying her toward the loo.

"Put. me. the. fuck. down!" she shouted at him, thrashing against his hold. When he showed no signs of relenting she added, "I'm not pregnant, you daft cunt!"

Harry stopped in his tracks, allowing Zara to pummel his chest with her fists as he stood in stunned silence. A particularly harsh jab to his side caused him to relinquish his grasp, lowering her to the ground instantly.

"You're sure?" he asked with more than a little trepidation in his voice.

"Tests are in the bin if you don't believe me," she sulked, crossing her arms over the robe that had now come completely undone.

"Fucking hell, Zara! You could have said that sooner, yeah?" Harry sighed, a tidal wave of relief washing over him.

"Thought it was obvious," she shrugged with a sniff.

"Well it wasn't," Harry countered angrily.

"You know, you get mean when you're nervous, H. Like a bad dog," she said, fixing him with a petulant pout as she massaged her sore knuckles.

Harry wiped a hand down his face, exhaustion suddenly taking hold. "Why does it always have to be this way with you, Zara? Doing everything the hard way," he muttered.

Zara hung her head, fingers toying with the sash of her robe as she looked up through her long lashes. "I had to satisfy a curiosity I had about you," she admitted with a softness that hadn't been present earlier.

Harry approached her slowly, hand reaching out to pull the curtain of hair from her face as confusion settled over his features, "What is it you wanted to know so badly, hm?"

"Sit with me?" she asked, the honeyed request dripping from her tongue in such an irresistible way, Harry couldn't help but follow her back to the lounge.

She stroked a manicured hand along his leg as she admitted, "I needed to know if you could be trusted with a secret."

Harry bristled beneath her touch as he countered, "I've been with your family for over twenty years. Don't you think that answers your question about my loyalty?"

She nodded understandingly, but the way she dug her talons into his thigh proved she wasn't convinced. "Loyalty to grandad," she corrected. "But I need to know you'll be loyal to me one day," she cooed, fingers sweeping up toward his crotch. Squeezing him through his trousers, she skated her nails over his balls making him hiss.

"Is that a yes?" she ventured, biting her lower lip seductively.

Harry gulped as she unzipped his trousers, small hand diving below the waistband of his shorts to free his aching cock. As she held him there, her eyes darted to his blown pupils and back to his reddening tip with a lust filled gaze. As she kitten licked his thick shaft, she begged, "You're going to help me, aren't you, H?"

"Mmmm," he seemed to agree, eyes slipping closed as her tongue laved along the underside of his dick in relentless waves. Tracing the throbbing vein with expert precision, she stopped at the spongy head, pushing it past her lips and swirling her tongue so enticingly, it made his hips jerk.

Pulling him from her mouth with a wet pop, she smiled up at him angelically as her hands worked in tandem, sliding up and down his glistening length while she continued to instruct him on the finer points of the agreement.

"That means you back me instead of Eddie to be grandad's successor, alright?" she asked, adding a slight flick of her wrist on the upstroke to send a shower of mind numbing pleasure down his spine.

"Yeah," he grunted, focusing on the white heat pulsing through his veins ready to shoot his load any moment.

"Even if Maeve tries to stand in our way?" she asked, ceasing all movement as Harry's knuckles turned white against the crimson arm of the sofa.

"Yes...yes," he muttered, chanting his response like a prayer for mercy. He needed to cum, could practically envision the white ropes painting her tanned skin.

And that's when she withdrew her touch completely, needing nothing more from him.

Harry's eyes shot open, finding Zara sat back on her heels watching his confusion, a taunting smile on her lips as his neglected cock bobbed awkwardly between them.

"You can't leave me like this," he protested in a hoarse voice full of gravel and desperation.

Leaning forward to place a demur kiss to his weeping tip, Zara promised, "If the next family meeting goes favorably then we'll continue our little celebration." Giving his balls a tug, she winked up at him, offering a tantalizing view of the precum spread across her lips.

Heart still beating out of his chest, Harry watched her lick the heavy drops from her glossy lips and took a deep breath to steady himself. Resigned to his fate, he stuffed his softening cock back into his trousers remarking, "You knew all along you weren't pregnant."

Zara climbed up beside him, hand stroking his stubbled cheek with a look of adoration as she replied, "Oh, H...you keep me honest. That's what I love about you."

"Couldn't if I tried," he whispered under his breath, wondering what the fuck he'd gotten himself into now.

[zoneofsmites]

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and yes, Sylas has always looked a little... weird.

fun childhood facts are that he hated having his hair done but his mother loved the bonding experience so he never actually cut his curls off. And that little artificer Enver made them a pair of sending stones that they essentially used as walkie-talkies playing in the streets of the lower city.

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The Scarlet Bat: Hunting the Untitled🦇♥️

[beomcharms]

10:36 a.m - a time called you

pairings: popular!yeonjun x outcast!f.reader

warnings: angst, oc has a lot of family issues, oc is kinda inspired by maeve from sex ed, further parts may have more warnings, featuring taehyun, soobin, jin(bts) and ryujin(itzy), taehyun soobin ryujin and yeonjun are the same age in this fic :)

read pt. 2 : here

genre: romance, friendship, high school au

word count: 2.9k

a/n: idk if anyone on here remembers me 😭 but i used to be beomiecharms… umm i thought of reuploading a couple of my old fics because i just missed writing a lot and i couldn’t just leave without ending this series 😭 hope you enjoy! : send in an ask or leave a comment and i’ll add/remove you :)

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“So have you decided on who to ask for prom yet?”

Yeonjun sighs at Soobin’s question.

“You still haven’t decided ?!” Soobin gasps “Dude you can get any girl you want why haven’t you asked anyone ?”

“I don’t know” Yeonjun answers, he knows but he doesn’t wish to say it out loud, knowing the others won’t let him hear the end of it.

“Ahhh it’s because of her isn’t it?” Taehyun asks.

Sometimes Yeonjun wished Taehyun weren’t so clever.

“Who? Who is she?” Soobin asks poking his shoulder and Yeonjun looks down at his food.

“You know the one, his Chem lab partner” Taehyun tells Soobin.

“Y/N?” Soobin laughs out. “What’s wrong with her? Why don’t you ask her then?”

“She doesn’t even talk to me how the fuck am I supposed to ask her to prom? And I’m not even interested in her like that, I just find her interesting” Yeonjun mutters.

“Oh please, I sit behind you in that class I see the way you look at her” Taehyun says.

“She is friendly enough to me. I have Bio with her. A little quiet and kind of standoffish but she helps me out whenever I’m in trouble” Soobin’s says thinking about his time with you.

“Congrats dude” Yeonjun sighs and looks over at you. “I once bumped her shoulder accidentally and I thought she might burn me down with the look she gave me”

Soobin and Taehyun try to hold back their laughter as Yeonjun longingly looks over at your table. You sit with Ryujin, frowning down at whatever Ryujin was telling you.

Maybe because you feel his gaze on you, you suddenly look at his direction and Yeonjun immediately looks away. He can tell he is blushing and he hates himself for the effect you have on him.

Even he couldn’t understand why he was so taken by you. You barely even looked at him and that’s not how things usually worked for Yeonjun. He is used to people liking him easily without even trying for it. You feel like a challenge to him and he hates it but also he doesn’t wish for the thrill to go away.

“Who knows maybe I will end up going to prom with her” Yeonjun says out loud.

-.-

You sit on your stool waiting for the teacher to come in. You had to work at Jin’s Diner today and to be honest you were looking forward to it. It was payday today and Jin always gave you a little extra cash, calling it bonuses. You knew it was mostly out of pity, but you were not proud enough to say no to it.

The guy sitting next to you keeps fidgeting in his place and you feel your patience thinning. You wouldn’t be sharing lab with Yeonjun if it wasn’t for Ryujin and her giant crush on Karina.

“Y/N, darling of my life, pleasee I’ll do anything for you” she had told you to get you to change lab partners with her.

A loud snap brings you out of your thoughts and you look over to see Yeonjun holding his goggles with a broken strap.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath.

Taehyun laughs out behind you. “Fuck what am I going to do?” Yeonjun starts panicking.

You sigh to yourself again and pretend like you can’t see him. Maybe that will solve your problems. You look down at your notes when you feel a tap on your shoulder. You knew this was coming. Sooner or later you had to engage with him. You had hoped that your cold front would keep him away for as long as possible. Guess it’s coming to an end today.

You look up at him and see his helpless eyes and your heart softens ever so slightly.

“Do you have a spare? Please? I don’t want to get thrown out of here” Yeonjun pleads with you.

Mr. Jung was the meanest teacher out of all in the faculty and gave detention even for the smallest errors and you felt a little sorry for Yeonjun.

“I don’t have a spare” you tell him, possibly the first words that has passed between you two.

“Oh” he looks down at his hands onto his broken goggles.

You contemplate for a minute before taking them out of his hands and Yeonjun looks at you surprised.

You take the safety pin you carry with you for emergencies and deftly pin the broken strap against the gap with the lens. Broken things weren’t new to you. “Bob the fixer” Ryujin used to call you.

“Try it on” you tell him handing it over to him and he starts fidgeting with the strap again. You feel a surge of irritation and take it out of his hands again, putting it over his eyes and fixing it around his head. Yeonjun looks down at you with wide eyes and you almost laugh out at how comical he looks.

“Don’t you dare take it off before the class ends” you tell him.

“Yes ma’am” he whispers at you. “Thank you”

You sit down on your stool again just in time to see your teacher walking in.

-.-

The buzzing lasted all throughout the class. It had started the moment you talked to him and only slightly lessened when you left your seat after the class ended.

He knew he looked a little ridiculous with his goggles on his face even during parts in which he wasn’t required to wear googles but he was terrified of it snapping again and earning his detention. He had to play today evening.

Thankfully Mr.Jung was in a good mood today so he didn’t seem to mind that one of his students had kept their googles on throughout the class.

Yeonjun gingerly takes of the goggles and looks down at your pin smiling at it.

“Aren’t you coming?” Taehyun asks nudging his shoulder.

“Yeah” Yeonjun grins at Taehyun who rolls his eyes.

-.-

“You make it sound as though she made out with you” Soobin mutters. “She just helped you out with your goggles, something a lab partner usually does”

“But she is not a usual lab partner now is she?” Yeonjun replies. Nobody could take this away from him.

“She is to me” Soobin reminds him.

“Stop it. Let him have his moment now” Taehyun reprimands Soobin.

They were sitting around in the stands after playing basketball. Yeonjun had played really well today and felt proud of himself.

“She is warming up to me, I can feel it” Yeonjun tells mostly to himself and smiles.

Soobin and Taehyun look at each other and sighs. If being deluded helped Yeonjun play better then they were not going to be the one’s to break it to him.

-.-

“Jin, this is too much, I can’t accept this” you tell him. In addition to your wages Jin had given you a bonus of thirty dollars and around four containers of food. He had made sure to hand it over to you only after the other employees had left. You were one of the youngest out of all of them and they usually had a soft spot for you which you knew would disappear if they came to know of Jin’s partiality.

“Ah just take it. It’s because you work harder than anyone else here” Jin insists pushing the containers onto your hands. In his eyes you were still the kid who had stood defiantly in front of his Diner asking for a job.

He had all the staffs he needed but looking at the hunger evident in your frame and the determination in your eyes, he didn’t feel like saying no to you. He also considered you his luck, because after taking you in, the Diner had prospered with customers and travellers coming in from different parts of the city.

“You know that’s a lie” you mutter at him.

“Just take it already, you can pay me back by working this weekend alright” Jin tells you.

“Why? What happened to Beomgyu?” You ask him curiously.

“He is going back to his hometown, hasn’t visited his parents in over six months now” Jin tells you.

You consider this. One weekend wouldn’t cover the help he has given you but you knew Jin wouldn’t let you work anymore than you already do.

“Okay” you tell him softly and Jin grins at you, ruffling your hair.

“Have you heard from her yet?” Jin asks you cautiously and your mood sours immediately.

“No” and that’s all you say before thanking him again and taking two containers in each hand and walking out of the Diner.

Jin watches your retreating form feeling sad for you. You hold yourself like nothing could ever get to you but at the end of the day you were just a kid, alone in the world.

-.-

Yeonjun pushes the candy bar towards you during class and you look up at him.

“For yesterday” he says smiling at you.

You regard him with a neutral expression. His new goggles hang around his neck and his fingers fidget against his legs as he looks at you nervously.

“It was not a big deal” you say picking up the candy bar and putting it in your pocket.

Yeonjun smiles at you again and you look down back at your notes.

“Hey um could you, you know maybe lent me your English notes?” Yeonjun asks you again. It had taken him a lot of courage to bring this up to you. He really needed to improve his grade in English and you were one of the best students in that class. Also, it would give him more of an opportunity to talk to you.

“Why? You can ask your friends” you reply curtly. You didn’t know what about him made ticked you off but something about the way he sauntered around like he owned the place irked you. Having confidence was one thing but he acted like he was above everyone else.

“Uh… I heard you make really good notes I’m struggling quite a bit in that class and your notes could really help me out” Yeonjun tells you. “Please” he adds.

“What’s the point of having my notes if you don’t understand what’s happening in class?” You ask him.

“Uh…” he trails off and Mr. Jung enters the classroom cutting off whatever Yeonjun was about to say.

-.-

The class had been extra brutal today. Mr. Jung asked many questions and you barely scrapped by. Ryujin received detention along with Karina and a few others. You looked at her and she grinned back at you and you fought back your smile. Love makes you crazy you think to yourself.

“So um I’ve thought about it and could you like maybe tutor me or something?” Yeonjun asks you.

You huff out a small laugh “And why would I do that?” Typical of him, assuming girls to jump at every chance to hang out with the famous Yeonjun.

“I could pay you for it” He tells you and you look at him. That has your attention.

Yeonjun seems motivated now “Yeah uh I can pay you for tutoring me”

“How much?” You ask him.

“Around twenty for an hour?” He tells you.

You bite your lip, thinking hard. It was a different matter now if money was involved but you couldn’t help but think that Yeonjun was hiding something from you. He could ask anyone else to tutor him and some of them might even do it for free so why you?

“Why me though?” You question walking out of class as Yeonjun falls into step beside you.

“Because you are the best in that class and I really need the help” he tells you.

You look over at him. He sounds sincere enough to you. You open your locker picking out books for your next class and Yeonjun leans against the other trying to catch your eyes.

“I’ll think about it” you tell him. This was way too sudden for you. You had barely one conversation with him and he wants you to tutor him ?

“Excellent” he grins at you as the bell rings signalling the end of your break.

-.-

“Having her tutor you is not the same as asking her to prom” Soobin tells Yeonjun.

“I know but I want her to know me better so that she would atleast consider the prospect before rejecting me without a second thought” Yeonjun huffs out.

They were hanging out at the cafeteria waiting for Taehyun to arrive and Yeonjun had told Soobin about his master plan.

“Besides I really need all the help i can get in English. I’m barely scrapping by” Yeonjun adds.

“I don’t think she is that dumb to not figure out you have something else on your mind” Soobin tells him.

“You make it sound as though I’m trying to get her to do drugs or something” Yeonjun replies growing irritated by Soobins pessimism. “And she hasn’t agreed, she told me she will think about it”

“Uhh I have a good/bad feeling about this” Soobin tells him.

-.-

“Y/N, just do it” Ryujin tells you. “He is willing to pay and you need the help” she adds not unkindly.

Ryujin is more of family to you than a friend. You had grown up together and while your other “friends” left you, when they grew older to realise your situation, Ryujin stuck by your side. She couldn’t care less about whether you were rich or popular or not and kind of accepted you and your situation like it was the most normal thing.

You sigh.

“Why me ? We barely even talk in class” You ask again for the hundredth time.

“Maybe because you are one of the top students in that class? Has that ever occurred to you?” Ryujin asks you.

“Uhuh… but i feel like he has some ulterior motive” you reply, still not convinced.

“If he does anything you can stop tutoring him” Ryujin shrugs her shoulders.

“Still… why me?” you ask again

“Godd Y/N, just take it or drop it. Geez” Ryujin finally explodes.

“Alright, alright I’m sorry” you tell her and Ryujin calms down.

-.-

It’s evening by the time you reach home, after work. You open the door to your home, well if it could be even called a home. It’s basically a studio with one bedroom in a small neighbourhood with a couple of other homes sitting right next to each other.

You take a look at your rations. Its running a little low on rice and oil but with Jin’s help you could survive. You have to save up for the winter if you wish to have the heater running at night.

Money was your main problem. The scholarship and government aid helped to pay for your school and your part time jobs and the allowance She sent made sure that you wouldn’t starve and the bills were paid. Still it was never enough for you to slow down and live like the rest of the kids at school, the worry of running out of it always in the back of your mind. College was another looming issue in your life.

Of course She played a big part in it but you rarely let yourself think of her. The pain was too much to handle. You wondered when she would make her next appearance.

You needed to take up the tutoring job. It would give you a small respite. Sighing, you lie down on your bed and something hard pokes you. Remembering Yeonjun’s candy bar, you take it out and take a bite out of it, the sweetness calming your body. Staring up at the ceiling your eyes land on the butterfly sticker she had put up for you when you were a child and you try to ease the pain that flares in your heart.

Mothers don’t just abandon their children.

-.-

The English test results were out. The teacher hands over your papers and you look over at Yeonjun. He holds up his paper and you can slightly make out the C on his paper. You look down at your A+, making up your mind.

“I’ll do it” you tell Yeonjun after class. “On Tuesdays and Thursdays, alright?”

“Yeah?” Yeonjun grins at you. “Thank you” he adds.

You nod your head before picking up your stuff and heading out to the hallway unaware of how happy Yeonjun is.

“Wait” Yeonjun calls out and you turn around to see him walk up to you.

“Where will we be studying?” He asks you.

You think for a minute. His house would be the reasonable option, but then there would be his parents and undoubtedly they’d ask you questions about your own. You’ve had enough of concerned adults in your life. They worry and fret initially and then grow tired of you after a while.

“My place” you tell him.

“Alright, but I don’t know where you live” he tells you.

“That’s not a problem. We will be going after class, you can come with me” you tell him.

“Okayy” he drawls out still smiling at you.

“Is that all?” You deadpan.

“Thank you” he tells you grabbing your hand and shaking it, taking you by surprise.

Across the hallway Soobin nearly dies from cringe watching his friends actions.

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🎧that’s the end of part 1, i hope you all liked this one and if you did please leave a like and reblog this fic it helps me out a lot xoxo🎧

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[the-colourful-witch]

i'd love to know more about astrid cresswell if you're willing to tell us more. such as her family, is she dirk cresswell's daughter? what's her wand like? what year was she born? etc

Hiya! I can't believe you found her! I forgot I shared an illustration of Astrid on my page a long time ago :) Astrid Cresswell is my OC. And yes, I did take inspiration for her name from Dirk Cresswell, who is an Auror at the Ministry. He was one of the Aurors who was supposed to arrest Dumbledore if I remember correctly. In Order of the Phoenix. The two of them have no relation, actually. I took the last name when I was toying with the idea of her being the daughter of Dirk, but I went in a different direction. The last name kind of stuck, oops :) Anyway! Astrid!

Astrid is a Slytherin, in the same year as Fred and George (born 1978). My story for her is:

She was raised by her dad, who is a Healer at St Mungo's, in the permanent ward. Her mother was a Muggle, who died in childbirth. Robb Cresswell, Astrid's father, never told his girlfriend he was a Wizard. Astrid grew up with her dad, who was always working. They lived in the hillside village of Ottery St Catchpole where a few more magical families were housed in the hills. Robb regularly dropped Astrid off at the Weasleys, where Molly was more than happy to look after Astrid when he went to work. And so Astrid grew up with her two best friends: Fred and George Weasley. But that friendship didn't last very long after Astrid got sorted into Slytherin House. From that moment on, Astrid and the twins became rivals. They will do anything to destroy each other, both on and off the Quidditch pitch.

Astrid is a Chaser, the only girl on the Slytherin team. She's constantly dealing with Marcus Flint's sexist antics but is determined to play. She has something to prove, after all. Her patronus is a fox and her wand is 9 1/2 inches, Aspen wood with a dragon heartstring core. It stylishly resembles ivory; excellent for duelling and charm-casting. It's a wand made for revolutionaries but can be temperamentful, reacting to uncontrolled emotions. Astrid has two best friends: Maeve and Dorian, both Slytherins in her year. Dorian plays on the Quidditch team with her, as a Beater. He wants to be an Auror, like his father John Dawlish and is ahead of everyone in their class in all subjects. Maeve is the oldest of seven girls and the only one sorted into Slytherin. Hogwarts is the only place where she doesn't have to be a parent to her sisters. She enjoys reading and is Captain of the chess club. Oh, and she has a pet: a tubby black and white cat named Tibo. Tibo likes treats and scratches behind his ears. He has one of those loud purrs.

Astrid herself has a toad, which is a surprisingly uncool pet for a girl of her status. He's called Samuel the Second. You don't want to know what happened to the first. Sebastian usually hangs out in Astrid's room, but she takes him with her to the greenhouses sometimes when she's doing extra credit work. And Astrid is popular! After finding out she wasn't ever going to fit in with her Gryffindor friends (not really friends anymore), she decided to really embrace the Slytherin identity. She is clever and cunning. She knows how to get what she wants. To everyone who does not know her, she is perfect. Prefect, Quidditch player, star student. Behind the scenes, it's a little more rough... But she tries. She wants to become a Healer, after a successful Quidditch career, of course.

I am still figuring out Astrid's story, but it's fun for me to work on her every now and then. I admit, it's been a while. I dream of writing a fic for her one day, but I am not much of a writer. I start with something and then I can't finish, because I get distracted and instead draw my characters. What can I say, I like to draw! Maybe one day I'll actually finish a first draft :)

(an older version of Astrid - I don't love how I drew this)

I would like to share some more OC work in the future, but it's been a while since I worked on my characters. All the existing HP characters take up a lot of my time at the moment. One day :) I hope you like this. I'm happy to answer more questions if you have them <3

Magical wishes, Fleur

Some more earlier concepts of Astrid..