#oliver baby please i can treat you right

[milkyanon]

why the fuck is oliver aiku so fine....it is lowkey pissing me off...

pissing me off that he isn't in my bed and giving me attention even though I know he has like 4 other chicks dming him in on his phone >:/

[bluelockmaniac]

˖⋆࿐໋ "PLEASE, COME BACK."

★ ft. itoshi rin, itoshi sae, michael kaiser, alexis ness, mikage reo, nagi seishiro, don lorenzo, oliver aiku, isagi yoichi & otoya eita (honourable mentions). synopsis. your ex-partners are desperate for you and need you back.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 content warning. general: pet names (princess, baby, etc). sae: suggestive. ness: mentions of stalking, obsessive, creepy ngl. reo: parental humiliation, mother reader. oliver: cheating (duh), he gets slapped lmfao.

notes. total word count: 3.3k !! , angsty ? fem!reader .

୨ৎ 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐑𝐈𝐍

rainy days were the worst, you mused bitterly, recalling how rin had chosen a stormy day, much akin to this, to break things off with you.

you sneezed into your elbow, feeling the tiny droplets of water cascade down, peppering your bare skin relentlessly. you shivered as you sat on a random bench in the nearest park, regretting your decision to skip checking the weather app today.

wrapping your arms around yourself, cold and damp, you anxiously waited for a certain someone to pick you up.

suddenly, the freezing, stinging sensation of the raindrops on your skin ceased. you noticed a pair of legs in front of you and tilted your head up, meeting the familiar gaze of the man you had once called yours. his arm was outstretched, holding an umbrella above your head.

“y/n…” rin's voice was quiet, barely audible over the splattering rain.

your eyes widen, quickly darting down to stare at your empty lap. your fingers gripped the bench tightly. "hi," you mumbled, the word barely escaping your lips. this was probably the first time he had ever initiated a conversation with you; in your past relationship, that had always been your role. what was he doing here, anyway?

as if reading your mind, he spoke up awkwardly, “i just finished my afternoon jog…” he paused, shuffling his feet slightly. “do you want a ride?”

you finally looked up at him again, shaking your head subtly. “no, thank you... i'm waiting for someone right now.”

“ah, i see.” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. he internally cursed himself for his clumsy attempt and for possibly making things worse by asking in the first place.

a few moments of uncomfortable silence passed between you, but when the tension was too unbearable to handle, he broke the silence.

“i'm… fuck, i'm sorry, okay?” he lowered his head, biting the inside of his cheek in frustration. “for everything in the past. for always ignoring you and neglecting you... if you want, we can–”

the loud honking sound of a car in the distance caught the attention of both you and rin. his brows furrowed in confusion as you stood up and walked a few steps towards the car, throwing him a faint smile.

“ah, it seems like my boyfriend is here.”

୨ৎ 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐄

by no means was your relationship with sae horrible; in fact, it was quite the opposite. he consistently spoiled you with gifts and favourite snacks, treated you better than his teammates and the public, and always made you feel like the only girl in the universe.

so why had you both mutually agreed to call things off? the challenges of a long-distance relationship became overwhelming.

his frequent travels abroad for football games and the substantial timezone difference made regular communication difficult. every time you called, he would be asleep, and by the time you woke up, you’d see numerous missed calls from him.

nonetheless, it was safe to say that there were still lingering feelings between you both.

you sat down on your plush couch, turning on the television. immediately, the exclusive football channel that your tv always seemed to be tuned into appeared, and this time, it featured a live interview with your ex-boyfriend.

“sae…” you whispered softly upon seeing him.

it seemed as though the interviewer had already wrapped up the important questions, and was now delving into more personal topics.

“thank you, itoshi-san. next question, is there anything in particular that you enjoy doing?”

the football prodigy rolled his eyes and sighed audibly. with a blank expression, he replied, “my girlfriend.”

you felt your face heat up at the suggestive implication, pressing your hands to your warming cheeks– he had never had a girlfriend besides you and had promised he wouldn’t date anyone else. he was talking about you.

to make matters worse for your fragile heart, sae stared right into the camera lens with a subtle smirk, as if he knew you would be watching. the shallow stirring in your heart has confirmed what you already feared: you hadn’t gotten over him, and you knew you never would.

silence louder than a roaring engine filled the enclosure, before the interviewer broke the awkward stillness. “... s-sorry?” the lady was clearly caught off-guard, blinking at him once, twice.

sae scoffed impatiently, “did you not hear me the first time?”

“a-ah, yes, of course.” the woman stammered quickly, trying to recover her professionalism. “you... enjoy doing your girlfriend, yes.”

“used to,” he muttered under his breath, but the interviewer caught it.

“oh, i'm sorry,”

“yeah.”

unfortunately, the lady decided to press on, pushing her luck to pry more information from him. “so, itoshi-san, why did you break up with your girlfriend? could you provide your fans more information regarding your love li–”

he frowned deeply, shoving his hands into his pockets and abruptly standing up to leave, his manager pathetically following behind him. “shut up. you're annoying, leave me alone, ugly.”

later that day, you received a text message from sae.

'i need you back asap. i can help you settle here in spain and i'll pay for the plane ticket and shit.'

you would have never responded so quickly to a single text message had you still been in the long distance relationship. but, you still had a life here– your family, your childhood memories. you hesitated, leaving him on read for now, until you could think of something to reply with later.

a few weeks passed.

୨ৎ 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑

in a way, you blame yourself for thinking you could play the ‘i can change him,’ game. despite this, your efforts, though minimal, were somehow significant. he became increasingly dependent on you, seeking your comfort whenever he was upset over a game or haunted by memories of his harsh past.

he particularly loved resting his head on your comfortable lap as you raked your fingers through his blond hair, or when you kissed the tattoo on his neck, assuring him that everything would be okay.

but it had become exhausting. too repetitive. irritating, even. his daily venting sessions had taken a toll on your mental well-being, and you simply could not bear it any longer.��

unfortunately, the breakup ended on bad terms, with both of you hurling insults and belittling each other.

you happened to run into him at the airport. quickly, you shifted your gaze away, hoping that he had not taken notice of you. but luck seemed to mock you, and you could already hear his distinctive footsteps approaching.

"hey," he said nonchalantly, tapping on your shoulder to get your attention. “look at me, talk to me.”

your expression wavered as you hesitantly met his gaze, pursing your lips unsurely. “hi, michael,” you muttered softly.

a shallow line etched between his brows. “michael? you know that's not my name. say it properly.”

“it's not micha anymore, though,” you retorted, turning and walking toward the airplane boarding aisle as the passenger announcement was made.

“tch,” he scoffed, quickly making his way to his team, who were boarding the plane from the exclusive gate reserved for the elite football team of bastard münchen.

it was unfortunate that he had to board the same plane as you, but this was just a layover for you- you still had another flight to take before reaching your final destination.

closing your eyes, you leaned your head against the circular window, drifting off to sleep. when you slowly opened your eyes, however, you were not met with the kind gaze of the old lady who had been sitting next to you.

instead, you found yourself staring into a pair of cerulean eyes. he rested his chin on his hand, his elbow propped up on the armrest, watching you intently.

instantly, your eyes flutter fully open and a hurried gasp escaped your lips. “m-michael, you scared me,” you stuttered.

he rolled his eyes, turning his gaze away. “the old hag was more than happy to sit in the exclusive seats section,” he muttered simply. 

“i still haven't forgiven you,” he added, his eyes darting back to you. “but, fuck, come back already. stop being so stubborn.”

you sighed softly, taking his hands in yours. “michael, your rants aggravated my own anger issues. it literally wasn't good for my mental and emotional health.”

he mumbled something incoherent under his breath. when the plane finally descended one minute later, kaiser stood up, opening the overhead compartment above your seat, and handed you your two small suitcases.

placing his hand on your cheek, he leaned down to press his forehead against yours. “...don't block my number. i still want to see you. and talk to you.”

you nodded reluctantly, thanking him for the suitcases. as you looked at him once more before walking away, you spoke softly,

“please, consider going to therapy, micha.”

୨ৎ 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒

what's better than returning home, exhaustion from work gnawing at your bones, only to find your ex-boyfriend lounging comfortably on a couch in your living room as if he owned the place?

you froze mid-step, breath catching in your throat. “alexis, what the fuck?” you spat angrily.

“y/n!” he immediately sprang up, his face lighting up alarmingly as he flashes you an innocent smile.

he casually strides towards you– as if he had no concept of personal space– and holds up a familiar DVD case. “schatz, remember this? i thought we could watch it, since i remember it was your favourite…”

your pulse quickened, instinctively stepping back. but, ness intercepted, possessively coiling his arms around you and enveloping you in a firm hug. his grip tightened slightly as you attempted to withdraw– but he was careful not to hurt you.

ness buried his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. “you'll watch it with me, won't you?” he smiled, his warm breath grazing your skin.

"alexis, how the fuck did you even get in?" you demanded, mustering the strength to break free and pry his arms off, snatching the remote and turning off the television.

he pouted, "i had the spare key you gave me! now won't you—"

“you're just as creepy and obsessive as ever,” you shot back, feeling intruded and unsettled, “there's a reason i broke up with you.”

his expression crumbled and his fists clenched tightly at his sides. “d-don't say that, remember all the good times we had? we belong together!” his voice quivered with desperation as he leaned pathetically against the wall.

“yeah, i thought so too,” you countered, “until i caught you, lurking in the corner of my eye, watching me with a friend at the mall.” you gestured towards the door. “leave, now, and give me back the damned key.”

tears formed in his eyes, threatening to spill over as he reluctantly handed back the key. his fingers lingered against yours for a moment longer than necessary. he stepped out of your apartment and threw a weak smile at you over his shoulder. he whispers, “i love you, and i always will.”

you slammed the door shut.

୨ৎ 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐎

you heard the doorbell ring as you were occupied with chopping tiny pieces of carrots for your young daughter. with a sigh, you set down the knife on the cutting board, wiping your hands on your apron and reluctantly heading towards the door.

there was no need to check the peephole; you instinctively knew it was your ex-husband, reo.

his monthly visits to hand over the child support had become a begrudgingly predictable routine. you swung the door open, and immediately, his desperate gaze met yours.

“y/n—” he started, but you cut him off with an uninterested glare.

“she's on the play mat in the living room. put the check on the table.” you said indifferently, already turning back toward the kitchen. before you could take a step, his fingers gently wrapped around your wrist. it's nothing you didn't expect, however; it happened every single month.

“reo, let go,” your voice was firm yet tired.

“baby, please,” he insisted, pulling you towards his chest and embracing you tightly. you felt the warmth of his body against yours, inhaling the familiar scent of his cologne. “i miss you. i really do. do you know how painful it is for me to slowly watch you become a stranger?”

you remained motionless for a moment before shaking your head, gently pushing him away. “no... just no,” you asserted softly, “your parents always humiliated me during our marriage— whether it be in front of guests at social events or large family dinners. i've never felt enough. and worse, you've always ignored it.”

his face twisted into one of guilt as he attempted to draw you back into his embrace. “i promise i'll–”

“reo!” your strangled voice accidentally yells out. “put the check on the table and leave!” the words leave your mouth impulsively in frustration.

you quickly brought a hand to your mouth, then clutched your chest, taking a deep breath to calm yourself as tears welled up in your eyes. in a quieter tone, you pleaded, “reo, please, just leave…”

albeit reluctantly, he complied, retreating with a heavy heart. but, as per the habitual routine, he returned the next month, pleading for your forgiveness and begging to be taken back.

୨ৎ 𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎

dating nagi was tedious, and even that was an understatement.

"seishiro, i'm seriously considering blocking you if keep calling me every single day, begging me to take you back."

you exasperated, frustration clear as you sat on your bed with the phone on speaker, going through your nighttime skincare routine. you could hear nagi exhale deeply on the other end.

“... 'mm, angel, please,” he whined, his voice growing louder and more desperate. “i miss you, i'm all alone, my apartment's a mess and—”

you scoff, tossing the moisturizer tube onto your bed as you swabbed some onto your face. “your apartment's a mess? i wonder why that is… almost like your girlfriend was doing all the work around the house for you?”

a soft, frustrated groan escaped his lips at your sarcasm. he swallowed hard, his voice cracking, “listen, baby, 'm sorry for takin' you for granted, i want you back in my arms, i want to cuddle w'you like we used to. please, forgive me.”

a long pause hung heavy in the air, his breath hitching in his throat as he waited for your reply, hoping that you'd use what's left of your love for him–if any–to forgive him and return. with a tired sigh, you finally spoke up.

“... no, seishiro. i'm tired. being with you felt like a chore, to be honest. i was the one looking after you– making sure you ate your breakfast and lunch, doing your laundry that's scattered everywhere in your apartment, even reminding you to get off your video games. i'm not your mother...”

you let out all your pent-up frustration once and for all, hoping this would finally put an end to his persistent calls. it was clear you had reached your limit, knowing deep down that you deserved someone who appreciated your time and effort. 

“seriously, why don't you get yourself a maid? dating you was a hassle.”

you stated firmly before hanging up on him.

“dammit, angel…” nagi sighed defeatedly, his slumped body flopping down onto his bed. he lazily tossed his phone aside, feeling drained and overwhelmed. “i'm too tired for this.”

୨ৎ 𝐃𝐎𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐎

“pleaase, come backkk,”

great. the last thing you had wanted today was to run into your ex as you stood in line at the popcorn stand. you wished the ground below you would rupture and swallow you whole as he clung onto you shamelessly, drawing the attention of those around you.

“please, baby, i need you!” he whined. you felt the embarrassment from his dramatic display heat up your cheeks, shifting uncomfortably as you mouthed apologetic words to the vendor lady.

“stop it, get off me, you're embarrassing me!” you hissed softly, trying to push his head away. his grip was too strong, maintaining his hold on you as his grin widened, revealing his shiny set of golden teeth.

“only if you get back with me?” he bargained, stepping back anyway as he sensed your growing irritation (and embarrassment).

you crossed your arms, shooting him an accusatory glare. “no way in hell. and you don't need me— you were after my money all along, weren't you?”

“t-that's... come on, don't be like that,” he stammered, his face paling as he avoided eye contact.

“you've only ever seen me as your personal walking credit card, hm?” you continued, “thank you, you've drained me of all my money.”

he watched as you received your medium-sized popcorn bucket, thanking the vendor with a polite nod before turning to leave. the lady called out his name, his own popcorn waiting on the counter, still unpaid for.

his head snaps back to you, that absurd, signature smirk curling on his lips, “wait, y/n, aren't you going to p–”

without turning to face him, you muttered under your breath, “no, i'm not paying for your popcorn.”

୨ৎ 𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐔

you felt a large pair of hands gently rest on your shoulders, giving them a slight squeeze. you stopped swirling your glass of wine, tilting your head up to meet a pair of beautiful, heterochromic eyes.

unfortunately, those eyes belonged to your fucking cheater of an ex.

“don't touch me, jerk,” you spat, cocking your head back down as you brought the glass to your lips and took a sip of the crimson drink.

he chuckled lowly, patting your head before shamelessly taking a seat beside you. wrapping his arm around the backrest of the sofa, he pulled you closer.

“c’mon, princess, don't be like that,” he winked, taking a sip of his own drink. he paused as he took in your irritated expression. “...are you really still mad at what happened a year ago?”

you shot him a dirty glare, and he immediately raised his hands in front of him in mock surrender. “sorry, sorry, i was only kidding.”

you finally downed the wine, standing up from the soft comfort of the sofa. before you could move away, his fingers encircled your wrist, pulling you back onto the couch, causing you to lean onto him with your hand on his chest.

“okay, but seriously, baby,” he said, delicately gripping your chin between his fingers and leaning in until his lips hovered right above yours. “i really messed up, i'm sorry, i swear she didn't mean anything, you're the one for m–”

“what the fuck do you think you're doing?!” you yelled, slapping his cheek hard enough to whip his head toward the dance floor where numerous women in skimpy outfits were dancing. his gaze lingered on their movements for a while before he felt you pulling away from him.

“yeah, i'm sure you're toootally torn up about it, huh?” you scoffed sarcastically, “keep your eyes wandering, i can see you're overflowing with regret.”

“baby, i only care for y–”

“your sincerity is blinding.”

˗ˏˋ 𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗔𝗕𝗟𝗘 𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 ˎˊ˗

𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐈 would never push you to the point of discomfort or pressure. instead, he’d approach you casually, genuinely apologizing for any past incidents that might have upset you enough to end things. if you both decided on a mutual break up, then he would definitely try to preserve your relationship to at least that of friends. his main focus would be rebuilding trust between you two, hoping that time and space would allow you both to reconcile in the future. overall, it would be very unlikely for him to verbally express how desperate he is for you, but subtle physical touches are a different topic.

𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐘𝐀 would literally show up at your doorstep, begging on his knees for you. he'd be desperately pleading for your forgiveness– he really didn't want to reveal that he had initially been dating you because of a dare, or rather, a bet from his friends. it just slipped out forcefully. he just really, really, really needed that ps5. despite the bet, his feelings for you had genuinely developed over the five-month dating period. however… to earn that prize, he was required to expose his original intent, resulting in heartbreaks, tears, insults, and many “i hate you”s from your side.

© 2024 bluelockmaniac — do not repost, copy, translate, modify, etc my work on any platform !

[wavypotatochips]

Hey angel! I’ve loved all the Sergio fics you’ve written! Can I request reader being younger than him and dating him but she’s never been with anyone in bed so she has her first time with him please? And he’s very sweet and patience and he never forces himself on her please? Thank you 🙏

𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 | 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐑𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬 [ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖, Minors DNI ]

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Sergio Ramos x Female Reader

Word Count : 2.3k

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: This took me so long because I have never wrote NSFW before, but ya knowwww first time for everything right? ANYWAYSSS I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ REQUESTS ARE OPEN, currently covered in college work so as of now uploads will mainly be on weekends. Thank you for your patience c’: ♥

You are head over heels in love with Sergio Ramos, a man who makes your heart skip a beat every time you see him. You love the way he laughs, the way he talks, and the way he looks at you with those warm, affectionate eyes. Every moment spent with Sergio feels like a blessing, whether you're going out on a date or simply spending time together at home. You feel like you can be your true self around him, and he accepts you unconditionally for who you are. When you're apart, you find yourself daydreaming about Sergio, thinking about all the wonderful moments you've shared and all the exciting adventures you have yet to experience together. You can't wait to see him again, to hold him close, to feel his warm embrace. Despite the media's constant attempts to portray you as being with him solely for financial gain due to your 3-year age difference, it is obvious that you are madly in love with him.

You walk into your home to the delightful aroma of delicious food cooking in the kitchen, and as you approach, you see Sergio donning a chef's hat and apron, fully engrossed in the art of cooking. You laugh as you ask, "What's cookin' good lookin'?" while admiring his chef attire and thinking how adorable he looks. You informed Sergio before you left earlier that you didn't want to go anywhere for your anniversary because you simply wanted to spend time with him and him only. Despite your current fame as a model, your upbringing in poverty left you with the belief that you shouldn't spend a lot of money on pricier items. Sergio believed that by preparing a meal for you, he might add some personal touches to the evening as he is aware that you don't like to flaunt your riches or eat at upscale establishments. With a big smile on his face, Sergio greets you with a warm hug and kiss, then turns your attention to the kitchen table, where he has set up a beautifully decorated table with candles, flowers, and your favorite music playing in the background. As it was a beautiful day outdoors when you were shopping, you are wearing a yellow sundress and white sandals to show off your newly painted toes. You smile and lean forward to take in the fragrance of the flowers, " Cariño, no tenías que hacer todo esto (Honey, you didn't have to do all of this)," you say. "I have to, of course. Las princesas siempre deben ser tratadas como tal. ( Princesses should always be treated like one.)"  Your smile is still present as you shake your head. He has always been a gentleman towards you.

“You didn't find anything you liked?,” He questions seeing you don't have any shopping bags as he places a plate of  delicious tomato and basil bruschetta, drizzled with olive oil and balsamic vinegar in front of you.  “No, I didn't find much… Thank you baby,” you respond as you pick up the piece of bread, biting into it. As you savor the flavors of the freshy tomatoes, Sergio tells you how much he loves you and how grateful he is to have you in his life. "Cariño, solo quiero que sepas cuánto te amo y te adoro. Nunca me hubiera imaginado hace dos años que estaría con un ángel como tú. (Baby, I just want you to know how much I love and adore you. I would have never imagined two years ago I would be with an angel like you.) You are the most important person in my life, and I cannot imagine my world without you. Cada momento que pasamos juntos es un tesoro que atesoro con todo mi corazón. (Every moment we spend together is a treasure that I cherish with all my heart.)" Hearing his sincere remarks, you pout your bottom lip as his love and affection fill your heart. “Te amo y te adoro tanto, mi amor. (I love and adore you just as much, my love.) Thank you for being there for me and for showing me your unending affection.”

After you finish eating your "appetizer," Sergio takes the plate from you and puts it in the sink. A few minutes later he brings out a succulent roasted chicken, perfectly seasoned and cooked to perfection. He serves it alongside a colorful medley of roasted vegetables, including carrots, zucchini, bell peppers, and rice. He knows chicken and rice is your favorite and you dislike eating items that are too heavy on your stomach, so he thought he could cook it with a bit more of his personal touch. Given that you are often the one cooking and that if not you, he hires a chef, you are taken aback when you see the plate in front of you. He removes the chef's hat and coat he is wearing, hangs them up in the kitchen, and then sits across from you. “Let's eat shall we?,” he says and you eagerly nod. Throughout the dinner, Sergio keeps you entertained with his charming personality and witty jokes, making sure you feel loved and cherished. Overall, the evening is a perfect celebration of your love for each other, and you couldn't have asked for a better partner than Sergio Ramos.

The two of you went into the living room after supper to watch a movie and drink wine. The wine bottle is empty by the time the movie is an hour into it, and the two of you are making out. 

Moaning against his lips, you are straddling his waist and exchanging saliva. He presses you into him by placing his hands on your ass and starting to rock you back and forth. Although dressed in jeans, he has a noticeable bulge. You start to experience intense arousal, and you decide that this is the night you want him to take your virginity. Two years have passed since you two started dating, and those two years have been full of love, charm, and happiness. Just as you wanted to see all of him, you also wanted him to see all of you.  Sergio never makes you do anything you didn't want to do; he always asks you first before moving forward. The way you are leading the kiss and pressing against him a little more firmly than usual has given him the impression that you might go farther this time. Normally, after you two make out, he goes into the bathroom to satisfy himself with his hand.

"Want take this to the room?" you ask as you gently pry yourself away from him. He pants as well, asking, "Are you sure?," because he knows you already know what that will result in. You nod while biting your lower lip. As he pulls you up, he presses his lips once more against yours and gives you a tender kiss. You wrap your legs around his waist as he proceeds towards the bedroom. He kicks open the bedroom door, groaning into your lips as he lays you on the bed. When your dress rises, he crawls on top of you, lovingly kissing your neck before laying his hand on your exposed thigh. He rubs your thigh and asks, "May I?," edging ever-closer to your panties. Your panties are soaked just from him stroking your thigh and the earlier things he did. You bite your lower lip while nodding. "Words my love," he raises his head and begins to nip at your earlobe. After your makeout session, you still can't catch your breath as you pant out, appearing to be out of breath, "Yes, my love." He presses his lips once more on yours while massaging your clit with his hands as he glides over your underwear. Your gasp from the unknown wonderful sensation allows him to slip his tongue inside your mouth. You thrust your hips upward to exert greater pressure on his hand, which makes him sneer in defiance of your demands. He bites your bottom lip, pulls back a little, and mumbles against your lips,   “Princess is so eager, huh?,” before releasing go. He stops touching your panties, gets out of bed, and starts to unbuckle his belt and take off his shirt. He needed his boner to be released because it was throbbing and felt trapped against his pants. He unzips his pants and lets them fall to the ground as he flings his belt to the ground. You start to fear you can't handle him as you open your eyes slightly in response to how huge his bulge was, but the tingling sensation between your thighs told you otherwise. As you spread your legs wider to allow him to fit between you, he leans back on top of you and presses his lips hungrily back against yours. Only the thin cotton of your damp underwear and his boxers were in between the two of you, so you can feel his boner more intensely. He moves your panties to the side and runs his finger over the wet slit before inserting one of his fingers. As your legs tighten up against him, you gasp at the sensation. He gently pulls his lips away from yours as he enjoys the sound of your small moans against his ear. He keeps moving slowly until he thinks he can add another finger. When he finally does, you whimper in pleasure. You had touched yourself before, so you are not entirely naïve, but his fingers felt very different from yours. You start to press your hips against his fingers in an effort to get him to move more quickly, but he resists. Instead, he reclines and asks, "Are you sure you want to do this? " while gazing down at your face. With love in his eyes, he continues, "If you're not sure, it's okay, darling. 

You nod your head, determined that this is what you want, “I want it. I want you.” Sergio has always made you feel comfortable throughout the entire relationship and by him reassuring you that it is okay if you do not want it only made you want him even more. You love this boy with your entire heart. He kisses your forehead, nodding his head as he begins to kiss and suck on your neck, more than likely creating hickies, as he begins to slip off his boxers. Once his boxers are off, he begins to slip your panties down as well until they are completely off. Once they are off, he rubs his tip against your slit to lube it up with your wetness. He kisses you on your lips, “Tell me if it is too much, Okay?” He says, causing you to nod your head. He begins to slowly push his tip inside, the feeling being uncomfortable for you as it was a weird sensation. Meanwhile, Sergio is trying not to cum already from the tightness of your pussy wrapped around his tip. He groans against your ear, causing you to feel turned on even more. He begins to slowly thrust his tip in you back and forth until your pussy welcomes him more and more. Your legs begin to clench against him, you pant softly as you tremble underneath him. Maybe because you are a secret masochist, but the slight painful but pleasurable feeling made you feel so good.  “I love you so much, you know that?,” He whispers against your ear as he continues to go deeper inside of you. By now, your mind begins to feel cloudy as you are only focussing on the feeling of him entering inside of you. He makes sure to go slow, until now, he is about 2 inches inside of you. He feels himself not being able to fully go inside as your hymen was restricting him. “Princess this may hurt a little bit, but I promise itll feel okay after?,” he says as he kisses your forehead. You nod your head biting your bottom lip softly as he wraps one around your neck forcing your head to press against his chest. He thrust harder inside of you, causing your hymen to break, and allow him to get half way inside. You wince harshly as you grip his sides, a shaky breath escapes your lips. Sergio is using all of his internal strength to not bust inside of you as you squeezed him tightly. As he lets go of you so your head can lay back on the bed, he begins to whisper sweet nothings into your ear and remain still so you could get used to his size before he continues on. A few minutes pass and you begin to move yourself up and down, hinting you wanted him to continue on. He gets the memo and continues on, thrusting inside of you slowly until he is fully inside of you.

As the minutes pass, you become more at ease with him inside of you, and the pleasure outweighs the discomfort, and you are able to adjust yourself. Your dress hem is now up to your belly button as you throw your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. This allows him to push deeper into you, which makes him groan, "Damn Y/N you feel so amazing." You moan next to him and enjoy how his long, firm cock stuffed you.

The rest of the night followed by the both of you not just having sex, but making love. 

Sergio has always been deeply in love with you. He is completely smitten by you and can't imagine his life without you. And of course, you  feel the same way about him as you two have a strong and loving relationship. Sergio feels incredibly lucky to have been blessed with you in this lifetime, the one who loves him equally as much as he loves you. He is grateful for the love and joy that his girlfriend brings to his life, and he looks forward to a future filled with happiness and love.

[rainydayathogwarts]

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝 >> 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

this is a small series I'll be uploading. I'll post each character on its own, but the character i'll be writing this for are: Harry, Ron, Percy, Oliver, Remus, Sirius, James. warnings: kind of smut, swearing, idk

sirius! is the type who would get extremely excited when you tell him that you're in the mood because it'd be one of the rare moments that he's not the one trying to drag you into his dorm to fuck. So you're cuddling into his side in the common room and the whole friend group is around, but the only thing you can think about his him. Just everything about him; his hands, his back muscles, his thighs, his smile, his arm that was around your waist, holding you against his chest. And it was all just doing too much for you. You feel Sirius's chest move with his laughter and turn your head to look at him.

He catches you eye and grins at you, so you lean even closer to him until your mouth is almost touching his ear. "Baby, I want you so bad right now." And his smile widens, he raises eyebrows, and you start to rethink your decision. You cock your head to side and in an instant, he's grabbing your hand and is on his feet, not even bothering to give the group an excuse as they whistle teasingly at you. As soon as the door to his dorm closes, your back is pressed up against it and soft lips are passionately pressed against yours. Of course, Sirius will do everything to please you because you asked him so nicely.

He'll press kisses onto your entire body, then have you on your back with his head between your thighs, sucking and kissing your clit, making you come at least once before you can have him properly. He'll have you whining and begging, but he won't make you wait; he'll listen to your every word. Then, he'll give his dick to you how you want it, all you need to do is tell him. You want to ride him? Done. You want him to take you from behind? Done. Missionary? Done.

However, don't get used to him treating you like this because when you're not the one who wants to drag him away, it's likely that he'll tease you with no end until you're relentlessly begging him to give it to you. And in that case, he'll probably bend you over something and whisper filthy nothings into your ear.

[ghostiiess]

[NSB HEADCANONS] - christmas with them!

synopsis: it's christmas and you spend the holidays with them!

warning: some swear here and there, darren being dirty-minded and pervert, mention of the word ass… i think that’s all? let me know if there’s more!

type: fluff

members: all of them

merry (late) christmas everyone! i hope you all day wonderful holidays 🤍 thank you very much for this wonderful year that we had together! i can’t believe it’s actually been one year that i started writing about the boys! 😊 thank you for all the support, the likes and the love!! it is so much appreciated <33 happy new year in advance and may 2024 be the best year for you :)

reblogs and likes are very appreciated!

OLIVER MOY

BEST HOLIDAY ON EARTH??

we know oli, we know how he is, we know how boyfriend material he is…

so is it really a surprise if i’m telling you that you would pass an amazing time with him during christmas? not really.

he would spoil you so much!

« what? can’t i treat my girl right? »

he would make sure that you know that you look extraordinary beautiful

he would hype you up so much

« oh my god… you’re so beautiful, omg » he said while covering his mouth with his left hand

he would giggle.

he would also have bought matching pyjamas

« so i got the santa one and you got the reindeer! isn’t it so cute? »

cutest boy alive, no cap (yes im a simp)

he would write the cutest things in your christmas card

“thank you for making the world a kinder place”

“thank you for existing and making me a part of your routine”

“thank you for always being you and always making the world a greater place”

“you’re making fall in love with you more and more everyday”

crying bc he’s so damn sweet 🤧 i love him sm omg

random thoughts: oliver would sing you christmas song

and maybe… he would even ask you to sing with him? lol

oliver would literally heal your inner children, with his family 🥹 in one nsb video (or was it in seb’s? i forgot, sorry) all the nsb boys came to see oli’ and seb’s mom and dad, and omg that was so cute

he’s a gentleman, he’s a golden retriever, he’s a boyfriend material, so of course he would make sure you’re always feeling okay and comfortable around him

« this is our christmas baby. we spend it together, so as much as i really love my family and spending my holidays with them, i want you to be comfortable and happy during this time. so if something isn’t right or you want to take a break, please let me know, alright? »

i just see oliver caressing your back and whispering sweets nothing to you :((

anyways, let this boy give you the best because you truly deserve it <33

(others members’ part under the cut!)

SEBASTIAN MOY

FUNNY HOLIDAYS!!

this man’s so funny

sebastian could do anything and it would be funny, i truly don’t know why

so obvs, he would try to pull little pranks on you (not as much as kane, but still)

« babe, look! there’s a mistletoe! looks likes you have to kiss me! »

« babe, you’re supposed to kiss me on the lips not on my cheek! »

“wdym it wasn’t specific enough!! i thought you’d knew what i wanted!”

he would def convince his younger brother (mateo!!!) to pull a prank on you and oli

sebastian would be the type to give you a big, big Christmas gift that is in a box, that box is in another box, and that box is in another box… just to make you wait for the gift

and the gift be like �� free pass for a kiss! »

“isn’t this the best gift ever?”

what can i say? he loves your kisses (and your hugs)

did you see his stories?? if not, expect him to put (almost) EVERYTHING on his ig/sc stories

he would def watch them all over the holidays too 🫣 don’t tell him i told you that

seb would give you sweet treats, like chocolates, massage, bubble bath if you’re into that kind of thing… things he know that will make you smile and make you feel good

“i could give you another thing to make you feel good…” then he would smirk

“I WASN’T TALKING ABOUT THAT, OMG?!! You are so dirty minded, omg”

anyways like oli, he would be very considerate of your feelings

« you okay, babe? »

« is everything’s alright, baby? »

he cares sm about you

i feel like he would randomly hug/kiss you out of nowhere and smile

« nothing’s wrong, you’re just really pretty »

“mine”

RYAN NGUYEN

would def heal your inner child, 100%

the holiday with him would be so funny (and prob iconic too)

ryan’s family sounds so lovely and so cozy… (you wouldn’t be boring at their house)

last year, ryan did a q&a with his sisters and it was super cozy and super relaxing to watch

so i think it would be the same if you spent the holidays with him

lots and lots of animes nights

you’d also be a pro at videogames too

ryan would have matching pyjamas sets for you

« i thought we could wear it during the holidays.. »

he would def hold your hand all along the festivities, like this man’s whipped for you

« what? can’t i hold my pretty girlfriend’s hands? »

his fam would love you sm

ryan would def be a bit jealous that you’re passing more time with grace & ava (his sisters) than him

“can’t you talk with them later? -_-”

“i’m not jealous, what are you talking about?”

would ask his mom to cook your favourites meal :D

« yeah, i asked my mom to cook your favourite! »

ryan who def make videos with you and spend a lot of time with you, including cuddling because even though it doesn’t look like that, ryan’s a simp for your cuddles and your hugs and your kisses

would def put a lot of mistletoe around the house and use the excuse « it’s just for decorating the house »

indeed, he only want to kiss you 24/7

yes, he likes it that much 😌

JUSTIN PHAN

spending holidays with him seem so fun

trust me, you guys would have matching outfits too lololol

he would literally go to target to shop some matching things with you

and also buy you random things that you probably don’t needed, but that he bought because he thought of you when he saw them

also, i’m just seeing him going to target with you to shop for last minute christmas present

ofc, he would pay for your things

because he’s that gentleman with you

and also bc he never want to see you pay when you’re with him

“it’s the holidays, can’t i spoil my girl?”

“shut up, let me pay for you”

“you’ll pay next time!”

“wdym i said the same thing the last time? i didn’t!”

he would make sure you’re always comfortable, always happy and always smiling

he would hold your hands during dinner if you’re stressed/anxious/nervous

justin seems the type to be super romantic

he would literally give you a christmas card and thank you for every things you did for him

a bit like oli!

“thank you for always making me happy. the world needs more people like you”

he would literally give you cute stuff

like hello kitty stuff bc we all know how jp like hello kitty 🫶🏻

believe it or not, justin’s the biggest simp for his person

so expect a lot of compliments coming towards him

the type to say: “my mom likes you more than me, i’m sure of it”

KANE RATAN

i can’t tell how much i like this man

yes im a simp, and what abt it? 🤭

would def help your inner child too

he would always try his best to always make you smile/make you happy when you’re with him

he would always support you in anything you do

he would also give you a shoulder to cry on if that’s something you need

“babe… don’t cry…”

“it’s okay, i’m here..”

“idm if my tshirt get wet… i have others tshirts, don’t worry about that baby”

“I’m so so sorry about what happened when you were younger… do you want to talk about it?”

to me, kane’s the definition of the word “fluff” and “comfort”

he would literally make your days brighter with his smile 🤭

no bc his smile is so cute

he would give you ALOT of gifts

his family is kinda a bit rich lol (check their hide n seek video and the price of the mansion… 🤩) so… yeah.

would be the type to buy you plane tickets for a special destination

“wdym?? baby, it’s plane ticket! we’re going to travel together!”

“i know you always wanted to go there, so… i thought it could be the perfect moment to go there together!”

sweetest holidays with him :(

“what do you mean i bought you too much gifts? baby, you deserve it”

he would def make activities with you and his siblings and let you win on purpose

“me? made you win? there’s no way i did that!”

kane would make you do pranks with him on his brothers / sisters

but junior (his younger brother) wouldn’t let that slide so you’d literally do pranks on kane hahaha

“baby, what?? i thought you were on my team!”

“god, and i thought you’d side with me for this prank”

spending holidays with kane seems so great and fun 🫶🏻

DARREN LIANG

the sussiest holiday ever, ngl

i never saw in one nsb videos darren not being dirty minded, sorry not sorry 😭

so i rlly hope you’re not innocent, bc if you are… well, let’s say he won’t let that title up

bc this man says the most random ever things ever and turn them into dirty things, so if you’re still innocent after spending like 2-3 weeks with him… this is impressive

darren could turn everything not suspicious to something very suspicious (but we like him like that 🫶🏻)

would definitely not hide his true ‘personality’ to his family…

atp, i think his fam is aware that their son is dirty-minded

mostly during the Christmas presents part…

“didn’t give you much gift, bc i thought i could be your gift for this year”

“what? didn’t meant in that way… unless..”

“oh yeah!! this present is so cool!! i heard it could hide hickeys pretty well! isn’t that so cool?”

ofc, darren isn’t only naughty and pervert 😂

He’s also very caring and sweet :((

So ofc, if he see you being uncomfortable due to this comment or his moves or anything he’s doing, he would stop

No need to ask him twice

We all know how good dar’ is with cooking, so ofc he would cook something for you and his fam for Christmas

might even do it with you

He would have bought you matching aprons! and you know him…. the images or texts on it would be anything but wholesome

Being with Darren during the holidays also mean he would take good care of you

He would buy you a ton of skincare if that’s something you like

He would also help you with your routine (would never let you sleep with makeup/unclean face)

“Baby, let me take your makeup off”

“let me wash your face”

“Just sit on the counter and let me do the rest, okay?”

“Stop moving!!!”

“Wdym it tickles, baby it’s my fingers…”

“Are you saying my fingers are tickling you? 😏”

Funniest (and sussiest) holidays, I’m telling you

REGIE MACALINO

Darren part 2? Jk

This man’s a keeper 🫶🏻

He would make everything so funny, so fun, so cool, like it’s the regie macalino we’re talking about

I think regie would be the same guy he is in the videos, with you

he’s very nonchalant

He would def sleep on your shoulder while his family is opening xmas gifts

“Wdym wake up?? I wasn’t sleeping bruh”

“I was resting my eyes, that’s not the same thing”

He would also try his hardest to make you blush ☺️

And if you can’t blush, he would try his hardest to make you smile

i’m just imagining him, on the other side of the couch, giving winks here and there

AND HE WOUD BE HAPPY TO SEE YOU TRYING NOT TO SMILE/BLUSH

“I ain’t doing anything, whatcha talking about?”

He would def (10000%) says dirty things in front of you and act like he didn’t mean it in that way

“Damn that’s a cool sweater… wonder how it could look on the floor…”

“Why you’re looking at me like that, stop being dirty minded y/n”

Regie would def laugh his ass off because of what he’s doing to you

i just know he would be so proud of himself

btw, during the holidays, expect to go in the snow

Regie’s so cute when he first saw the snow 😔 like give him the chance to see snow again, pls?

If you don’t know what I’m talking about, go see the nsb’s video where they go play in the snow lol

He would do snow angels with you 🥹 and call you his angel

“You just did yourself in the snow…”

“eww that so cringey of me, I’m sorry”

“wdym you liked it? damn, you’re a simp for me, bruh”

taglist (open): @nsb-rkive @kentisbaby @firebenderwolf @hyuneee0 @yawnzzznnn @ghostyycat7

[misslavenderlady]

Love at First Bite pt. 2💞

David/Female!OC & Male!OC/Female!OC

Summary: Sis can't stop thinking about the adorable redheaded waiter that treated her like the queen she is. Once she and the pack get to know him a little better, he'll see them for what they truly are~

This was inspired by @ghoulgeousimmaculate and her characters from the series Party the Pain Away and the various fics that take place afterwards. Ghoulie and I discussed the possibility of having another boy join the coven after so many girls were brought in. Please read part 1 if you haven't yet!

WARNINGS: Fic contains mentions of fear, emotional manipulation, power dynamics, toxic relationship dynamics, PDA, mentions of blood/murder, sex and alcohol. This has references to Ghoulie's stuff, and takes place in the modern world, not 1987. Part 3 HERE

"You're serious?" 

"Absolutely! You should have seen him, hun. He was the cutest thing I've ever laid eyes on"

It gave Gem quite a surprise to see her sister bride in such a cheery mood. After the last few difficult months for the pack, she had been worried about Sis and her psyche facing permanent damage. Becoming a vampire came with its own mental and physical tolls. What Cyrus had put them all through was an entirely new level of suffering.

And yet, here she was. All doe-eyed and sappy like a schoolgirl with a crush. The happiest she had been since her resurrection. Usually only being with her babies made Sis act like herself again. This human boy had to be pretty special.

"And you don't want to bring him over for a fuck and a meal?"

"Surprisingly, I don't. At least….not right now," Sis explained. She smiled to herself as she fell back onto the couch, putting her feet up on Gem's lap to relax. "I dunno, he was just such a sweet guy. Genuine, polite, doting. You don't see many boys like that anymore." 

Gem smirked, rubbing her queen's legs as she listened to the story. Seeing her in such a good mood had Gem feel quite pleased as well. It made her quite curious as to what potential could be in a human. 

"Well, we are due for a girl's night out. How about we ask the boys to watch the babies and then you, me, Babydoll and Red go out for some fun," Gem proposed. "You can introduce us to the human."

The mere idea made Sis' eyes sparkle in delight. She was already excited to pick out her outfit for such a special occasion. Something truly special for a well-deserved night of fun.

Oliver's shift honestly could have been better that night. He was out of the zone. Forgetting to put in a large order, giving three different tables the wrong drinks, and getting yelled at by an elderly couple for having the audacity to forget their senior discount. He felt so clumsy and careless. It was rather embarrassing. 

What didn't help was that his coworkers were noticing. They had been in the game long enough to recognize when one of their fellow servers was having a rough night. 

"Hey Ollie!" one server greeted him, making small talk while punching in an order. "You feeling alright? Need a smoke break?"

"No thank you, I don't smoke," Oliver explained as he tried to organize a messy stack of menus. "And I'm fine. I just…my mind hasn't been where I want it to be lately. I'm not usually like this, I swear."

The server smiled and gave Oliver a friendly pat on the back. He definitely had nights like that too. 

"Something on your mind?"

"Well….someone actually."

Oliver knew exactly what was making him trip over himself and act like his head was in the clouds. 

Sis. He could not stop thinking about her. Though he was grateful for her generosity when she paid him a large enough tip to pay his rent that month, that wasn't at all the reason he had such a deep infatuation. 

She had this magic to her. Like an aura of true beauty. Though her curves and her flawless looks definitely showed how stunning she was on the outside, Oliver had a deep feeling that there was something truly remarkable about her on the inside too. 

Growing up, he was taught that you could learn a lot about a person just by how they treated a stranger. Especially if that stranger was a poor, struggling service worker. The world wasn't always kind to people who had a difficult life. 

He didn't know what it was about her, but he just had a feeling she understood him. That she knew compassion could go a long way.

"Well, Romeo, you might wanna get your head back in the game," the server interrupted his thoughts. "You got company."

"Salve signore! Right this way!"

Giuseppe had welcomed a group of ladies into the restaurant, ushering them to the back area just as he did the other night for David and Sis. 

And speaking of which. The lady at the head of the pack was a familiar one. It was her. 

Sis.

Once again she was all glammed up from head to toe, though instead of being out on a date with her husband, she seemed to be enjoying a girls' night out. The three other ladies that walked past the curtain were all quite stunning in their own ways, but he couldn’t take his eye off of Sis. 

His staring must not have been as subtle as he hoped it would be, because while the other girls made their way to the back, Sis stopped in her tracks, glancing his way. Oliver stood as still as a statue, not sure exactly what to do in terms of movement. 

Thankfully, he didn't have to stay like that for very long. To his utter joy, a smile formed across her beautiful face, showing off her perfect pearly whites. Sis crooked her finger, beckoning him in a come hither motion before disappearing behind the dark curtain. To say she enchanted Oliver was quite an understatement. 

Instead of standing around, Oliver hustled to get enough silverware and menus for four ladies. He'd never been more eager to work in his life. 

"Hello again~" Sis greeted Oliver with a purr as he entered the private area. "I was hoping you'd be here again tonight."

"Oh? You were?" Oliver asked, feeling his heartbeat ramp up in speed. "Well, I'm really glad to see you again too, Miss!"

The gaggle of ladies all shared a round of playful giggling, like schoolgirls with a secret. 

"Awww! You weren't kidding! He's a total sweetie pie!" a fellow redhead chirped. 

"So you're the famous Oliver," a brunette with green eyes commented. "Sis has told us so much about you!"

Oliver would be lying if he said he wasn't flattered by that. His stomach was practically doing backflips with the amount of butterflies he was feeling. He wasn't used to such compliments. 

"O-Oh! Well, I'm very honored," he smiled. "It's really nice to meet you all!"

His words trailed off after his greeting. He wasn't sure how to get the right words out in order to ask for their names as well, but they all seemed to get the hint as to what he wanted to say.

"Gem."

"Red."

"Babydoll!"

They all have such different names. Very….creative, Oliver thought to himself. It must be a California thing!

He finally felt comfortable enough to perform his job properly once the introductions were done. As per Sis' request, he brought back the same brand of Chardonnay he got her the last time she was there. This time, he was determined not to spill any on their gorgeous outfits. When each glass was equally filled, the girls all clinked their drinks to share a toast. 

Oliver put in the same energy when he took their orders. Each lady knew exactly what they wanted, and they cooed at him to hurry back since they'd miss him. It put quite a dopey smile on his boyish face. 

Little did he know that his coworkers were watching him with a look of dread in the corners of the restaurant. They all knew the secrets that Sis and her lovers shared. Oliver wasn't ready to see the deadlier side of the brown-eyed beauty. 

"You really are too good to us, Ollie," Sis complimented the redhead boy when he set all their entrees down. Even with a table completely covered in the finest Italian cuisine imaginable, she kept her gaze fully locked on him. 

Almost like he was the one she found to be the most delicious. 

"It's nothing, really! I'm just happy to make up for my wine snafu from last time." 

"Speaking of wine," Gem spoke up, taking Sis' chin in between her manicured figures and tilting them in her own direction. "I wanna see if I can taste the Chardonnay on your lips, hun~"

Oliver only got to ponder what she meant for a mere second before getting a shocking answer. Gem pulled her into a deep kiss, moaning softly as both pairs of plush lips pressed together. Without much influence, Sis immediately melted into it, smiling and wrapping her arms around her lady friend. 

His green eyes were practically bulging out of his head as the two of them began passionately making out just a mere foot in front of him. Oliver turned towards Red and Babydoll to see if they were just as surprised, but found instead they were looking at him as if he were the odd one. They raised their eyebrows up at him, curious at his gawking. 

Perhaps it wasn’t the right time to stick around and just stare with an open mouth like a codfish.

“Y-You ladies enjoy! I’ll be back later!”

Oliver practically kicked up dust behind him from how fast he got out of the private dining section. He had already seen Sis get rather intimate in the restaurant already. But he hadn’t expected to see it between her and someone other than her husband. 

Flashbacks of the last time when she made flirty gestures at him while literally riding David were coming back to him. He didn’t understand the behavior fully, but what he was absolutely certain about was how stunning she was. So confident, so beautiful, always knowing exactly what she wanted, yet still showing gratitude when she got it. 

It made him ever so curious about whether he truly had a chance with a woman like that. Compared to people like David and Gem? Fat chance, he thought to himself. 

Time passed by, and the night was finally winding down. Oliver and his coworkers had split their tips, cleaned up the restaurant, and helped set up for what they needed the next day. In between his tasks, he had stopped in to check on Sis and her friends. They had long since cleared their plates and finished the last sips in their glasses. Yet they seemed to want to stay a bit longer and enjoy some girl time.

So long as it was okay with Giuseppe, Oliver let them be. 

By the time everyone else had clocked out and left, he popped his head in one last time to check on them. To his surprise, the three beauties that had come along for the night had already made their leave at some point earlier while he was cleaning up. The one that remained was Sis, sitting pretty in the booth with her fingers intertwined, allowing her chin a place to rest. 

She was smiling at him again, a twinkle in her eye as she gestured to the chair placed across from her.

“Care to help me finish off this bottle?” she asked. There wasn’t much left in the second bottle of Chardonnay he had delivered earlier that night, but it was just enough for the two of them to have a little taste. Half a drink wouldn’t kill him. 

“Where are the others?” he casually asked as he sat down.

“Oh, they’re outside. Just having a smoke and texting the hubbies.”

Hearing her say that reminded Oliver of David once again. He really wasn’t one to pry, but the curiosity to ask about what kind of relationship Sis had with them all was still there. He would have kept his mouth shut about it if she hadn’t seemed to read his mind on her own. 

She pulled her phone out from her purse, maneuvering around the screen until she found what she wanted. Flipping the device around, Sis showed him some pictures of her with various people. Some he recognized, some were unfamiliar faces.

“In case you were wondering, I’m polyamorous. We all are,” she explained. “You’ve met David already. Those three boys are my other husbands. Marko, Dwayne and Paul.”

I didn’t even know you could be married to multiple people in California, Oliver thought to himself. In the first picture, four incredibly handsome men surrounded Sis. Being pansexual himself, Oliver found himself practically swooning at how perfect-looking they all were. As much as he wished to look as hunky as them, he couldn’t blame her for finding all of them attractive. 

“They have their own partners too. Some of which I get to date too,” she said, swiping at the screen to show more pictures. 

Babydoll being carried by Dwayne, a pregnant Red being held from the back by Marko, Gem and Paul flashing peace signs at the camera, and many more. So many other beautiful ladies were in the arms of these men. It was as if fate had brought the most attractive people in the world together. 

“So the other night when you said your ‘girlfriends’, you weren’t just talking about besties, huh?” Oliver playfully commented. To his delight, Sis giggled at him, thoroughly amused. He loved the sound of her laugh. It was as beautiful as her.

“That’s right! And we all have our own families too,” she explained. She pointed out the various babies that various couples had together. Oliver’s heart was melting at the pictures of chubby-cheeked infants with gummy smiles. 

One of the final pictures that Sis showed off was a family portrait with her, David, and three little ones. He listened with deep focus as she told the story of her family. 

“Laddie is the oldest. I adopted him with Dwayne way back when. He’s also the best big brother to all the others,” she cooed. “The little girl is Eva. My angel on Earth. Her name was inspired by my mother. And that’s Evan. Little mama’s boy in the making, that one.”

“You have a beautiful family, Sis,” Oliver complimented her as he handed back the phone. “I can just tell you’ve got a lot of love for those babies.”

Sis sighed in content, taking a swig of her wine. 

“I really do. I don’t know what I’d do without them….” 

Though talking about her children seemed to bring her great joy, Oliver couldn’t help but notice there was a lingering sadness in her eyes when she pondered the possibility of life without them. As if that very thing almost happened. 

Oliver smiled sympathetically, allowing her to see that he genuinely cared about what she was going through.

“Well….if you ever want to talk about them or anything else on your mind, I’m a good listener! Honest!”

“Thank you, Oliver,” Sis said. She reached out her hand, taking hold of his and giving it a soft squeeze. “You have no idea how much that means to me.”

While puffing away on their cigarettes, the three girls kept their eyes peeled for anyone that would possibly cause trouble. The vampires were always on their highest guard whenever they were out with the queen. Ever since the gruesome night of the beheading, they couldn’t risk being too careful.

There was always someone out there wanting to dethrone the vampire king and queen of Santa Carla. They would be damned if they’d let such a thing happen again. 

Sis never wanted to leave the cave alone. She wanted a minimum of two mates by her side, one to watch her front, and one to watch her back. The mere idea of dying again put the fear of God in her. She wasn’t ready to go, especially when her babies needed her to get by in this cruel, cold world. 

But something was different. New. There was a sense of hope for her now. Someone kind and gentle and ready to care for her every need. The girls saw quite a lot of potential in Oliver. He was a soft boy and a bit too innocent for the life of a vampire, but he made Sis feel safe again. Like she could live her undead life to the fullest. 

But it was up to the king about what they would do next.

“So, she really does like him, huh?” David asked, sharing a video call with the three brides. 

“She must since she’s been the calmest I’ve ever seen since….you know,” Gem explained. 

David tilted his head in wonder as he thought things over. For years now, he and his brothers had collected quite a few brides to have and to hold until the end of time. Each one shaped to their liking and trained to not run away. They all embraced their vampire nature and were loyal as could be.

He hadn’t considered the possibility of adding a groom for the queen. 

“I need more time,” he said. “I still hold a lot of pain from what Michael did to me. To our family. Keep an eye on Oliver for me. I’ll stop by during some dates or send one of the boys along. Really make sure he’s right for Sis.”

“You got it,” Red chirped.

“What happens if he gets your approval?” Babydoll asked.

David’s lips pulled back, a devilish smirk stuck on his handsome face. The gears were already turning quite a bit in his evil head.

“Then we bring him home for training. The little wife needs a pet after all~”

end of part 2

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[yandere-flower]

Okay so I’m playing Story of Seasons right now and I love these games so I have to merge and make all the yanderes farming sim!bachelors and bachelorettes:

Desmond: He’s that bachelor that isn’t in town right away, and comes in a later month after working a case and is so aloof and suspicious of you and why you suddenly care about whatever dead relatives farm now. His friendship/love points fill up so slowly, you never know where the fuck he is to give him daily gifts and his first few scenes just seem mean but you can’t help but pursue him. His loved gifts are probably like coffee, S tier milk, and some hard as fuck recipe to make. He’s that guy who doesn’t have his own home and lives in the inn like a sad fuck. After you’re married he helps with feeding the animals.

Zara: She’s the out of towner, she didn’t grow up here but came out for some bizarre forced reason like “you can only get the best dyes with local ingredients!” and runs the tailors shop for you to buy outfits. She’s a bit high and mighty at first, and you’re romance involves making her fall in love with your small farming town. Likes expensive gifts like diamonds or dyed linens you made. I think she would help, but I don’t know what task she would do. Lives above her shop in a luxe modern style room.

Cliff: As I am writing this I am 100% certain my main inspiration for Cliff was Calvin from Animal Parade, because holy hell what a charismatic man who just oozes “lemme treat you princess” vibes. He’s the character who lives in the big house up the hill that’s nicer than everyone’s and his jovial when you first meet him. All his scenes with the other townsfolk are either “he’s so handsome and dreamy, I wonder if he’s single??” OR “I got stuck listening to him talk about is latest lecture please save me farmer”. Easy to befriend, he likes processed gifts like cheese, butter, and other things that require you to spend tons of time and money to unlock. Doesn’t help with anything but does buy you random items.

Ezra: I MEAN OBVIOUSLY THE TOWN BAKER/COOK! He’s the towns pride and joy, his parents never appreciated him or the town and moved away when he was a teen, but he came back and opened up a place, which everyone loves! He’s that sweet bachelor who also seems into you before you even get him to 1 heart, and he is always happy to see you! Lives in a back room of his cafe. Loved gifts involved anything cooked, or any quality ingredients, he’s probably the easiest to romance! Will cook you meals every day when you’re married. For some reason his “Do you want to have a baby” cutscene comes before anyone else....

Olive: She reminds me of Popuri from Friends of Mineral Town! She’s probably works at the registers at the ranch where you buy animals (she thinks they are cute but ew...dirty!), charmed by big city folks like Zara and talks about true love and adventure. She’s that wholesome girl next door romance where you sweep her off her feet and convince her to stay on a farm, but she does have a bit of a controlling streak insisting on dresses the cows up and “marketing” for the ranch. She lives at the ranch, I imagine the ranch owners are family friends who let her stay with them while she works. She probably loves made items like jewelry or desserts! She’ll also give you random items after marriage!

Margo: Mix Flora from A Wonderful life and Candace from Animal Parade and I imagine that would be a good Margo. She’s that awkward townsfolk who works the night shift at the local clinic, helping out with basic treatments while studying and doing her medical research. It’s so hard to build up her points as well, because you have to stay up late just to see her. She lives in a spare room at the clinic that is small but filled with specimen and papers. The towns doctor lives in another room and constantly asks you to watch over Margo. She’s awkward and barely speaks to you, but if you gift her weird stuff you find in the forest she gets excited. She forages random items to help out!

Sawyer: I honestly couldn’t think of how we could incorporate a gang member into Harvest Moon/SOS sooo...but then it hit me...his grandmom and dad! Maybe in this game, they adopted him and brought him to this peaceful town to give him a different life. I bet they run the general store, and when you first meet them they gush about “their sweet boy Sawyer whose so kind, he’s getting product from the big city but he’ll be here soon!” and you meet him and he looks like a punk, but he’s cheery and laughing and his scenes all involve him taking care of his grandmom and dad. He loves gifts that are weird, and when you’re married he takes care of the chickens (although he’s kind of a wild mess chasing after them)

Antonio: He’s the kind bratty bachelor, who lives with his dad in the big house and constantly talks about “getting away and truly living as an artist”...but he obviously loves this town and the people. He probably works part time at the carpenters as the designer options, as he paints the furniture options you have. He reveals in one romance scene that he started it when he was a kid to spite his dad and say he doesn’t need him, but secretly he kinda hates it and wishes he could just paint! Loves gifts that are pretty, likes flowers or linen or something, and his spouse task is he’ll gather wood or rock.

Mizu: He’s that weird fucking townsperson who shows up later as well because he didn’t realize there was a new person in town and he has just been a hermit for the first few months. Another character who doesn’t make a ton of sense being here, but he reveals he grew up here and found out he hated the big city and all the noise so he moved back for the quiet. He doesn’t have a job in town, and it takes a bit to raise his friendship enough to enter his home where he spends 90% of his time. I imagine he also has a room at the inn, but you aren’t able to go in it at all. All the townspeople whisper that they wish he’d come out more, but he is a bit rude at times....always stands in the back and alone at festivals. Likes gifts that aren’t nature related, and loves high quality eggs. He also doesn’t help much around the farm.

[braveclementine]

Chapter 25

Warnings: None. However, future chapters will contain sexual content so readers that are under the age of 18 may have to skip those chapters (Please keep note of the warnings).

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.

𝕴𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜 tree, there is a woman stuck in time. 

Harry stayed kneeling by Severus side. Fawkes heavy weight on my shoulder was trying to comfort me, his head pressed against mine. 

She has seen all the right doors. Made every right choice. 

"You have fought." Voldemort's voice barely penetrated my thoughts. "valiantly. Lord Voldemort knows how to value bravery." 

Done everything that she could possibly do. 

"Yet you have sustained heavy losses. If you continue to resist me, you will all die, one by one. I do not wish this to happen. Every drop of magical blood spilled is a loss and a waste." 

She tried to save someone. Many someones. But couldn't. 

"Lord Voldemort is merciful. I command my forces to retreat immediately. You have one hour. Dispose of your dead with dignity. Treat your injured." 

The memory of her husbands laugh suddenly plays in her mind, holding their year old son above his head while the newborn babies sit in their cribs, watching with interest- if a newborn can show interest. 

"I speak now, Harry Potter and Elizabeth Kane, directly to you. You have permitted your friends and family to die for you rather than face me yourself. I shall wait for one hour in the Forbidden Forest. If, at the end of that hour, you have not come to me, have not given yourself up, then battle recommences. This time, I shall enter the fray myself, Harry Potter, and I shall find you, and I shall punish every last man, woman, and child who has tried to conceal you from me. One hour." 

Her husband holds her hair back as she vomits into the toilet, her stomach round with his child. 

"Don't listen to him." Ron said. 

"It'll be all right. Let's- let's go back to the castle, if he's gone to the forest we'll need to think of a new plan-

She hears her friends moving, getting ready to leave, but the noises seem separate from reality. Or her dream. She's not really sure which side of the veil she's on now. 

"Elizabeth we need to go." Hermione begs me, her hand on my shoulder. Fawkes lets out another cry, nudging my head with his beak. 

Hands lift me under my arms, breaking me out of my trance and thoughts. The tears don't come like I thought they would. Instead, I walk after them, Harry keeping a tight hold on my elbow as we cross the battlefield. 

Bodies littered the lawn of the castle. 

The Fallen Fifty. 

But these bodies out here would be almost all Death Eaters, though of course Neville and Oliver would be bringing more bodies in. 

"Where is everyone?" Hermione asked. 

"Great Hall." I said softly, bending down and picking up one of the emeralds that had been scattered on the floor from the House Points. I ran my thumb along the cold, smooth surface of the gem. 

Ron led the way to the Great Hall and I stopped in the doorway with Harry as Ron and Hermione went on to go to Rons' family. 

I could see Madam Pomfrey working with several Hufflepuffs to take care of the injured, laying them out on the tables and other raised platforms. My eyes landed on Firenze, who had been injured, laying on his side as his flank poured blood, which had started to pool around him on the floor. 

I started to head towards him, when I saw them. My legs gave out, my mouth dropping into a soundless cry. 

Dad and Tonks, laying dead next to Fred. 

I had lost all of them. 

No matter how hard I tried. 

I couldn't change the future. 

I put my hand over my heart, fingers clawed, digging them into my shirt like I was going to rip my own heart out. I wanted to, from the pain that was tearing through my entire body. My hands moved up to my body, fisting my hair painfully and when someone called my name and I lowered them, strands of brown hair came away, my scalp stinging where they'd released. 

It had been Firenze who had called for me, his pained Sapphire eyes on me.

I staggered to my feet and walked towards him, sitting down next to him. I summoned cloth and wadded it up, putting pressure on his wound, looking around. 

"Who did you lose, Elizabeth Kane?" Firenze asked softly. 

I looked at him. "Everyone." 

"I'm sorry." He murmured. 

I nodded, blinking tears and then looked around. "SUSAN!" 

Susan turned, her face blotchy with tears, but came over all the same. She kept the pressure on Firenze while I went to Madam Pomfrey, getting the herbs I needed. I knew that she knew Dad was dead and she kept looking at me, but I ignored her looks. I needed to focus now. I couldn't have anything distract me from my current task. 

Like with Cedric, with Sirius, with Dumbledore, with Uncle Moody, I pushed the pain and loss down, once more locking my emotions away in my heart. I methodically treated Firenze with the herbs, before sewing the wound up with magic. He still wasn't able to stand and I used only forest herbs as a pain relief medicine, which he sipped. 

He rested his head on my leg and I stroked his blond white hair back as he slowly drifted into a peaceful sleep. 

I finally stood up, knowing that I needed to do several things before the hour was up, and I was already twenty minutes in. 

I approached my dad, Tonks, and Fred. Bill saw me coming and enveloped me into a tight hug. "I'm so sorry Elizabeth." 

"I lost everyone." My voice broke and I swallowed hard, desperate to keep back tears. "I tried Bill. I killed Dolohov and I gave them liquid luck they should've. . . I did everything." 

"I know." He whispered. "Percy told us." 

I wiped my eyes, slowly pulling from his embrace and walked over to Dad, sitting in the small space between the two of them. My fingers shakily reached out, touching his hand. I let out a sob, feeling how cold his fingers were. 

"DAMNIT!" I screamed, slamming my fists against his still chest. I buried my head against chest, sobbing. "Damnit! Damnit! Damnit! WHY?" I screamed. 

"Elizabeth." Kingsleys' strong arms wrapped around me, pulling me away from my father. "Easy there." 

"Why?" I sobbed, clutching Kingsleys' arm like a child holding a teddy bear. "Why me? Why do I lose everyone I love? What did I do?" 

"You didn't do anything." Kingsley said softly. "You did everything you could." 

"They're all dead Kingsley." I sobbed. "Severus too which means I don't have anyone to help me raise the kids. How am I supposed to do this? I don't know what to do!" My tears dripped down his arm and he hugged me closer. 

"You have me." He said softly. "I'll be whatever you need me to be, for you and for the kids. Anything you need." 

He held me for a long time, before the clock chimed that I had about fifteen minutes before the hour was up. I wiped my eyes, locking the emotions away again, getting to my feet dizzily. 

"I'm going to try and find Harry." I said with a slight hiccup. "Thank you for. . ." I drifted off. 

Kingsley nodded, squeezing my shoulder, and walked over to where McGonagall was with the other Professors. 

I knelt back down, kissing Dad's cheek. "I- I love you so much daddy." I took his and Tonks hands, lacing their fingers together, before getting back up and leaving without looking back. 

Originally, I had planned on going upstairs to see Trang, to tell her what had happened. To tell her Oliver was okay as well. Now, I couldn't face her, to tell her I had failed spectacularly. Dad had been a second dad to her and she had loved Tonks and Fred and had been so happy I had Severus. How could I tell her they were all dead? 

Instead, I walked down to the edge of the forest where I knew Harry was going to come in his invisibility cloak. However, I paused as I saw the older Slytherin boy kneeling over a body. I knew Oliver and Neville were bringing in the other bodies, but he made me curious. 

"It's my fault." The boy hadn't even turned to see who it was, but he didn't care. "It's my fault that he's dead." 

"No it's not." I whispered, stepping up to him. It was one of the Slytherin boys, one of the brave ones that had stayed to fight. "It's not your fault. You didn't know he would die." 

"If I hadn't insisted that some of us fight. . ." He murmured. 

"You were noble." I said softly. "That's what Slytherins are. You and the other ten that stayed to fight with us, they are the noblest of their house." 

"And where did that get him?" He asked, gently closing the lids of the young boys eyes. I didn't even know his name. He picked the young boy up in his arms and turned to me. "Don't give yourself over Kane. Or he will have died for nothing." And with that, he continued to walk up to the castle, passing Oliver as he came out of the castle for another body. 

I hesitated, and then finally continued walking, turning into a cat so I wouldn't be tempted to stop for any reason. The dementors were nearby, but they didn't affect me as much as a cat, Sirius had been right about the animal part of that. 

I waited in a tree until I heard his footsteps and his shaky breath. I let out a few meows and saw him lift the edge of the invisibility cloak up. I leapt down, turning human as he put the cloak over me. 

We just stared at each other for a couple of seconds, under the cloak. His green eyes, so much like our mothers' looked back into my brown ones, so much like my fathers. And in that moment, the pressure of my tongue- a pressure I had never noticed before- lifted. 

"I'm your sister." 

"You're my sister." Harry said at the exact same time. 

Of course, Severus probably had that in his memories. 

"You never told me before." Harry said softly. 

"Would you believe me if I told you I wanted to, but couldn't?" I asked softly. 

Harry was silent for a moment and then whispered, "Yes." 

"But I can now and it's bittersweet." I whispered. "That we should get so little time together as a family." 

He pulled me into a hug, which I returned, gripping him tightly. "You were always my sister Elizabeth, this just means we share the same blood too." 

I breathed in shakily, pulling back. "I don't want to make you late for your a-appointment." My voice cracked and I wiped under my eyes. I tapped the pouch that he had hanging around his neck. "I open at the close." 

Harry pulled it open, breathing hard and fast as he stared down at it. He pressed the golden metal to his lips and whispered, "I am about to die." We watched the metal shell break open and I whispered. "Lumos." 

The black stone was smooth except for the jagged crack running down the center. It sat in the middle of the two halves of the snitch, like a cherry whose chocolate shell had been split. The Resurrection Stone had cracked down the vertical line representing the Elder Wand. The triangle and circle representing the Cloak and the stone were also discernible. 

Harry closed his eyes, turning the stone over in his hand several times, before opening his eyes and looking around. 

Harry's eyes flicked between figures before settling on one. I wished I could see them again, though I knew if I took the stone I would see different people. While I would also see James, Lily, Sirius, and Dad, I knew I would also see Uncle Moody, Cedric, Fred, and Severus. And with my new plan in mind, I wasn't sure if I could handle the emotional trauma it would put me through. 

"They say hello." Harry said softly, holding his hand out. I knew he wanted me to take it, so that we could talk to them together, but I shook my head and actually took a step back. 

"If I touch it Harry, I'll take it and run and never let it go." I whispered. "And it'll drive me mad. . . like the second brother." I kissed his cheek. "I love you." 

I dipped out of the Cloak before he could say anything, taking off as a cat, racing away from my brother and from the stone. I had meant what I said. I would never let the stone go, and for that reason I didn't need to know where he dropped it. 

So, I did the only thing I could do to get the stone and the possibility of seeing my family again off my mind. 

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

"𝕳𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖞 𝕻𝖔𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖎𝖘 dead. He was killed as he ran away, trying to save himself while you lay down your lives for him. We bring you his body as proof that your hero is gone." Voldemorts' voice echoed throughout the land. "The battle is won. You have lost half of your fighters. My Death Eaters outnumber you, and the Boy Who Lived is finished. There must be no more war. Anyone who continues to resist, man, woman, or child, will be slaughtered, as will every member of their family. Come out of the castle now, kneel before me, and you shall be spared. Your parents and children, your brothers and sisters will live and be forgiven, and you will join me in the new world we shall build together." 

I stroked Buckbeaks' feathers as I sat upon his back. The hippogriff scratched his taloned foot against the dirt floor of the forest. I heard hooves approaching but did not even turn, knowing that they were the Centaurs. 

"Elizabeth Kane." Banes' voice was the one who said my name. 

"Bane." I said softly, looking over at him now, bowing my head slightly and greeted the others, "Ronan, Ivagio, Magorian, Zane." 

"How are you, Elizabeth Kane?" Ivagio asked. He had always reminded me of Kingsley- but as a Centaur- with dark chocolate skin and brown hair which was also more wild than the other centaurs, though just as silky. But he also had a calming manner although if we were being honest his face was far prettier than Kingsleys'. 

"I have fallen victim to my own human wills. I am seeking revenge." I sighed. 

"Well, you are only human." Ivagio sighed. Bane snorted. 

I let Buckbeak go as far as the crest of the hill near Hagrids' cabin, just so that I could see what was going on. The Death Eaters were just approaching the castle, the students, teachers, parents, and shopkeepers were gathered on the front steps. 

"NO!" I watched Professor McGonagalls' hands fly to her mouth and my heart clenched, hearing her make such a sound. Bellatrix laughed giddily at her pain. 

"No!" 

"No!" 

"Harry! HARRY!" 

Hermione, Ron, and Ginny screamed for him as well. 

"SILENCE!" Voldemort shouted with a bang and a flash of bright light. 

The centaurs gathered near me once more, their bows at their ready. I touched my own bow, which was slung neatly over my back, plenty of arrows in my quiver. Perhaps it was a stupid move, but I knew it would have an element of surprise, especially since I had imbued my arrows with a quick acting poison that would paralyze anyone- which was why I was wearing dragonhide gloves. 

"Elizabeth Kane, when do we attack?" Ivagio asked. 

Magorian and Bane both shot him a look, which plainly said that they did not appreciate his question. 

"When Voldemort lights the Sorting Hat on fire." I answered steadily. 

"He was killed while trying to sneak out of the castle grounds, killed while trying to save himself-" 

Neville threw himself at Voldemort, taking the Dark Lord by surprise, before they fought and then Voldemort threw him off, Neville hitting the ground. Voldemort threw Neville's wand to the side and laughed, "And who is this? Who has volunteered to demonstrate what happens to those who continue to fight when the battle is lost?" 

Bellatrix laughed out the creepiest laugh I would ever hear (until Kamala Harris became VP) and said, "It is Neville Longbottom, my Lord! The boy who has been giving the Carrows so much trouble! The son of the Aurors, remember?" 

Neville struggled to his feet as Voldemort looked down upon him. "Ah, yes, I remember. But you are a pureblood, aren't you, my brave boy?" Voldemort asked. Neville curled his hands into fists. 

I snorted, knowing that Voldemort knew Neville was a pureblood and hence why he chose Harry as his equal. 

"So what if I am?" 

"You show spirit and bravery, and you come of noble stock. You will make a very valuable Death Eater. We need your kind, Neville Longbottom." 

"I'll join you when hell freezes over. DUMBLEDORE'S ARMY!" The crowd behind Neville cheered loudly, breaking Voldemort's silencing charm. 

"I do not understand, I thought they were unable to make noise." Ivagio said, a slight frown on his face. 

"Love is a type of magic." I answered. "When Harry died for everyone, it means that Voldemort doesn't have the same power over them as he once would. The same way our mother died for him, it protected him from Voldemort too." 

"Very well. If that is your choice, Longbottom, we revert to the original plan. On your head, be it." He said so quietly I almost didn't catch the last bit. Voldemort waved his wand, glass shattering and the Sorting hat hat landed in Voldemorts' hand. He shook it out to reveal its' shape to everyone else who could not see the future and therefore, had no idea what it was. 

"There will be no more Sorting at Hogwarts School. There will be no more Houses. The emblem, shield, and colors of my noble ancestor, Salazar Slytherin, will suffice for everyone. Won't they, Neville Longbottom." 

I pulled my bow off of my back, notching my arrow, the centaurs following suit without question. I heard thundering footsteps behind me, though Grawp was not actually visible. 

Neville grew rigid and still as Voldemort pointed his wand at him. The hat was forced upon his head and my lip curled at the edge a little. Voldemort had just killed himself with this action, and he didn't even know it. The irony of it all would perhaps have been funnier if my family was alive. 

"Neville here is now going to demonstrate what happens to anyone foolish enough to continue to oppose me." 

The sorting hat burst into flames with a flick of his wand. Screams started up at the castle and we charged. The centaurs screaming their war cries. 

I steadied my bow, aiming at the target. Grawp had emerged from the forest now, quickly overtaking us so that he came lumbering around the side of the castle first, screaming, "HAGGER!" Voldemort's giants ran at him, making the ground shake. 

Buckbeak raced across the grounds, as though trying to race the Centaurs who were much faster and swifter. Their arrows were already flying through the air, hitting the giants and Death Eaters. I let my own arrow go, hitting one of the Death Eaters directly in the neck. 

I didn't look around much, just notching a second arrow and letting it fly almost immediately. But what I did see, for half a second, was Kingsley, simply looking at me with pride on his face. Despite me knowing that the Centaurs would've come on their own, I knew that the others were thinking I had rallied them together. 

A little bit of narcissism would lead to me never disputing this. 

Neville moved, breaking free of the body-bind curse, the hat falling off of his head, and he drew the Sword of Gryffindor from the brim of it. With one single, flawless stroke, Neville cut the head of Nagini from her body. 

Voldemort screamed, something no one could actually hear over all of the fighting. 

I dismounted Buckbeak as I let loose more arrows. Hagrid was roaring something I couldn't hear and Buckbeak lunged for the sky, taking off to help Grawp scratch the eyes of the giants, along with the thestrals. 

I casted shield charms and stunning spells alike into the crowds, protecting my fellow fighters, stunning my enemies. 

I could see Slughorn and Charlie fighting together as I scampered up the stairs. Bane, Ronan, and Magorian burst into the Great Hall by my side and I saw Firenze raise his head weakly, before a small smile came upon his face. 

I heard small voices jabbering and glanced over to see the house-elves rush the Death Eaters with their meat cleavers and steak knives, screaming their own war cries. I could even make out Winky, simply by the fact that she was clothed, a knife in each hand as she leapt upon the back of one of the Death Eaters, stabbing him repeatedly in the back. 

Ouch, that had to hurt. 

Voldemort was still fighting ferociously now, even as his troops seemed to be falling under the weight of the others. George and Lee slammed Yaxley to the ground and I ran over him, hearing George shout something behind me that I couldn't make out. 

Hagrid also probably got great satisfaction at throwing Macnair against the room. The executioner hit the stone wall and slid down it, unconscious. 

Aberforth stunned Rookwood, Mr. Weasley and Percy were fighting Thicknesse, and Lucius and Narcissa ran through the crowd, not fighting, just screaming for their son. 

"Lucius!" I called out. He spun as Narcissa stopped, looking a little pale when he saw it was me. 

"O-Oh Miss-" 

"Draco isn't here." I said. "He's upstairs on the third floor in an alcove after two rights and a left." 

"Thank you!" Narcissa gasped out, the two of them fleeing for the door. I raced on. 

Voldemort was dueling Professor McGonagall, Kingsley, and Slughorn. I felt a pride swell inside of me for Slughorn. He had been the one who had wanted to retreat, who didn't want to fight, yet was fighting Voldemort. Voldemort, the young boy whom Slughorn had told about horcruxes. Slughorn, the Professor who had loved Voldemort like the rest of his Slug club. A man that Slughorn was terrified of. And now, he was helping finish him off. 

There was poetry in there somewhere. 

Bellatrix was also fighting. Hermione, Ginny, and Luna were fighting with all of their might, but Bellatrix was strong and equal to their skill. I gasped aloud as a green jet of light missed Ginny by inches and it was only in that moment that I realized she was actually, really fighting. 

"NOT MY DAUGHTER YOU BITCH!" 

Mrs. Weasley threw off her patched cloak as she ran, freeing her arms. Bellatrix spun where she was standing, roaring with laughter as she saw who had come to fight her. 

"OUT OF MY WAY!" Mrs. Weasley shouted. I couldn't help but watch for a moment between the two duels. Mrs. Weasley fought with such skill, I had never expected it of her- for which I was ashamed. She was a very talented witch in the dueling ways as well so it seemed. 

'No!" Mrs. Weasley said as students and her sons ran forwards to help. "Get back! Get back! She's mine!" 

Mr. Weasley hesitated, looking like he wanted to run forwards and help anyways. Bill put a hand on his shoulder, gripping it so tightly his knuckles turned pure white. 

"What will happen to your children when I've killed you? When Mummy's gone the same way as Freddie?" Bellatrix taunted. Anger boiled under my skin. 

"You- will -never- touch -our -children -again!" Mrs. Weasley shouted between curses. 

There was poetry once more was Bellatrix laughed, the same exact way as Sirius had laughed, before the green jet of light flew under her outstretched arm. She toppled over, dead, her laugh imprinted on her face like her cousins. 

Voldemort let out a scream of fury, causing McGonagall, Kingsley, and Slughorn to fly back into the rest of the crowd that was simply watching now, good guys and bad guys alike. 

"PROTEGO!" I shouted, putting a protective barrier between Voldemort and Mrs. Weasley as Voldemort turned on her. 

Voldemort faced me, a dead silence filling the room. "Elizabeth Kane I presume. I have heard quite a lot about you." 

"All good things I hope?" I asked lightly, keeping a calm exterior while anger and hatred boiled under my skin. Lee and George both let out shorts laughs of disbelief, before the hall descended into quiet once more. 

He sneered, lifting his arms, gesturing to the hall. "You truly think you can defeat me? You are not the chosen one, the prophecy says I killed him. You. . . You cannot kill me." 

"There were two other children born that same day as the prophecy says." I said quietly. "There was Neville, but you didn't choose him because the one you wanted to mark as your equal wasn't a pureblood wizard, was it? No, you chose the half-blood wizard, just like yourself." 

"You dare-" 

"-and then there was me." I said simply. "Let me reintroduce myself. My name, is Elizabeth Kane Lupin Potter." There were gasps in the Great Hall which I ignored. "And I am very much enjoying the poetic justice of it all. Three of us to be the possible chosen ones. You killed my brother, the one you chose. The one you didn't finished your last Horcrux off. And now, the one you didn't even know existed, is going to kill you." 

I raised my wand in an instant. 

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" 

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" 

We shouted at the same time, green lights colliding with each other instead of shooting past each other. People gasped throughout the Great Hall and I had to work hard not to show my surprise, acting like this was part of the plan. 

I recognized it a little bit from my visions from my fourth year. The way Harry and Voldemort's original wands connected with the twin core. 

But this was different. Instead of gold, the bond between the two of us was silver. And instead of the ghosts appearing one by one, they came in groups, and only on my side. 

And they were all there. It wasn't just Lily and James and Sirius and Uncle Moody. It was everyone I had ever known that was dead. The entire Fallen Fifty and Cedric and Dumbledore. Fred winked at his parents, waving, while George dissolved into tears along with the rest of his family. 

McGonagall clasped a hand over her mouth as she saw Dumbledore. My arms shook as I kept the wand lifted high. Voldemort looked terrified, the first emotion I had really seen in a while. 

"You are so brave." Lily whispered softly, to soft for anyone but me to hear. 

"Everything is going to be okay." James whispered too. 

I wished Dad and Tonks and Severus and Harry would stand next to me. I wanted to see them all one last time, tell them I was sorry. 

"Elizabeth." Harry's voice spoke next to me, but I couldn't see him for some reason. "Let it go. I need to finish this. Let go." 

"We love you two." Lily and James said together. "Take care of each other." 

"Let go." Sirius said. 

I let it go. My wrist snapped back and I bit my tongue hard. Harry pulled the invisibility cloak off, showing that he was still alive, which should've confused the hell out of me since I hadn't seen it, but now I didn't care. I still had someone. I still had my brother. 

"HE'S ALIVE!" People shouted before stifling themselves. 

"I don't want anyone else to try to help." Harry said, holding a hand out to me, giving me a look. I took a few steps back, though I hated to do so. "It's got to be like this. It's got to be me." 

"Potter doesn't mean that. That isn't how he works, is it? Who are you going to use as a shield today, Potter? Your sister?" 

"Nobody. There are no more Horcruxes. It's just you and me. Neither can live while the other survives, and one of us is about to leave for good. . ." 

"One of us? You think it will be you, do you, the boy who has survived by accident, and because Dumbledore was pulling the strings?" 

"Accident, was it, when my- when our mother died to save me?" Harry asked. An electric shock seemed to go through me at those words. Words I had been longing to hear forever. "Accident, when I decided to fight in that graveyard? Accident, that I didn't defend myself tonight, and still survived, and returned to fight again?" 

I had backed up, giving Harry the room he needed. Now that he was here, the entire scenario had been laid out before me and I knew they both needed the space. They were circling each other now, keeping a perfect distance between the two of them the entire time. 

"Accidents! Accident and chance and the fact that you crouched and sniveled behind the skirts of greater men and women, and permitted me to kill them for you!" 

"You won't be killing anyone else tonight. You won't be able to kill any of them ever again. Don't you get it? I was ready to die to stop you from hurting these people-" 

"But you did not!" 

"- I meant to, and that's what did it. I've done what  my mother did. They're protected from you. Haven't you noticed how none of the spells you put on them are binding? You can't torture them. You can't touch them. You don't learn from your mistakes, Riddle, do you?" 

"You dare-" 

"Yes, I dare. I know things you don't know, Tom Riddle. I know lots of important things that you don't. Want to hear some, before you make another big mistake?" 

"Is it love again?" He sneered. "Dumbledore's favorite solution, love, which he claimed conquered death, though love did not stop him falling from the tower and breaking like an old waxwork? Love, which did not prevent me stamping out your Mudblood mother like a cockroach, Potter- and nobody seems to love you enough to run forward this time and take my curse. So what will stop you dying now when I strike?" 

I started forwards like I was going to take the curse for Harry- and I would've in a heart beat- but I stopped myself. 

"Just one thing." Harry said. 

"If it is not love that will save you this time, you must believe that you have magic that I do not, or else a weapon more powerful than mine?" 

"I believe both." 

Voldemort started to laugh, which made the hairs on the back of my neck and arms stand up on end. "You think you know more magic than I do? than I, than Lord Voldemort, who has performed magic that Dumbledore himself never dreamed of?" 

"Oh, he dreamed of it, but he knew more than you, knew enough not to do what  you've done." 

"You mean he was weak!" Voldemort screamed. "Too weak to dare, too weak to take what might have been his, what will be mine!" 

"No, he was cleverer than you, a better wizard, a better man." 

"I brought about the death of Albus Dumbledore!" 

"You thought you did, but you were wrong." Harry said. The crowd around us stirred, drawing breath. Some even looked towards the door, perhaps seeing if Dumbledore would walk through it. Aberforth straightened up, looking directly at Harry. 

"Dumbledore is dead! His body decays in the marble tomb in the grounds of this castle, I have seen it, Potter, and he will not return!" 

"Yes, Dumbledore's dead, but you didn't have him killed. He chose his own manner of dying, chose it months before he died, arranged the whole thing with the man you thought was your servant." 

"What childish dream is this?" 

"Severus Snape wasn't yours. Snape was Dumbledore's, Dumbledore's from the moment you started hunting down our mother. The moment you started hunting my sister. And you never realized it, because of the thing you can't understand. You never saw Snape cast a Patronus, did you, Riddle?" 

"Snape's patronus was a doe, the same as my mother's, because he loved her for nearly all of his life, from the time when they were children, until he fell in love with my sister." 

Okay when Harry put it like that it sounded weird. 

"You should have realized, he asked you to spare her life, didn't he?" 

"He desired her, that was all, but when she had gone, he agreed that there were other women, and of purer blood, worthier of him-" 

"Of course he told you that, but he was Dumbledore's spy from the moment you threatened her, and he's been working against you ever since Dumbledore was already dying when Snape finished him!" Harry looked at me, "I owe you an apology." 

I shook my head. 

"It matters not!" Voldemort let out another cackle of mad laughter. "It matters not whether Snape was mine or Dumbledore's or this girls or what petty obstacles they tried to put in my path! I crushed them as I crushed your mother, Snape's supposed great love! Oh, but it all makes sense, Potter, and in ways that you do not understand! Dumbledore was trying to keep the Elder Wand from me! He intended that Snape should be the true master of the wand! But I got there ahead of you, little boy- I reached the wand before you could get your hands on it, I understood the truth before you caught up. I killed Severus Snape three hours ago, and the Elder Wand, the Deathstick, the Wand of Destiny is truly mine! Dumbledore's last plan went wrong, Harry Potter!" 

I swallowed hard, thinking of Severus, laying on the ground of the shrieking shack, blood dripping down his collarbone, eyes glazed over, Fawkes still sitting on his shoulder as I was dragged away. 

"Yeah, it did. You're right. But before you try to kill me, I'd advise you to think about what you've done. . . Think, and try for some remorse, Riddle. . ." 

"What is this?" Voldemort hissed, drawing his hands away like a vampire in a black and white movie when the curtains are drawn and the sun extends inside the house. 

"It's your one last chance, it's all you've got left. . . I've seen what you'll be otherwise. . . Be a man. . . try. . . Try for some remorse. . ." 

"You dare-?" 

"Yes, I dare, because Dumbledore's last plan hasn't backfired on me at all. It's backfired on you, Riddle." Harry said. I watched his fingers tighten around his wand, his fingers beckoning to me to step up next to him. I did so, approaching slowly to stand next to him. 

"That wand still isn't working properly for you because you murdered the wrong person. Severus Snape was never the true master of the Elder Wand. He never defeated Dumbledore." 

"He killed-" 

"Aren't you listening? Snape never beat Dumbledore! Dumbledore's death was planned between them! Dumbledore intended to die undefeated, the wand's last true master! If all had gone as planned, the wand's power would have died with him, because it had never been won from him!" 

"But then, Potter, Dumbledore as good as gave me the wand! I stole the wand from its last master's tomb! I removed it against its last mater's wishes! Its power is mine!" 

I actually rolled my eyes. For a super scary, evil bad dude, he was quite dumb. 

"You still don't get it, Riddle, do you? Possessing the wand isn't enough! Holding it, using it, doesn't make it really yours. Didn't you listen to Ollivander? The wand chooses the wizard. . . The Elder Wand recognized a new master before Dumbledore died, someone who never even laid a hand on it. The new master removed the wand from Dumbledore against his will, never realizing exactly what he had done, or that the world's most dangerous wand had given him its allegiance. The true master of the Elder Wand was Draco Malfoy." 

Blank shock showed in Voldemorts' face for a moment, but then it was gone. 

"But what does it matter?" He was being very bipolar switching between screaming and whispering. I sort've got it now. Bipolar people were pretty scary. "Even if you are right, Potter, it makes no difference to you and me. You no longer have the phoenix wand: We duel on skill alone. . . and after I have killed you, I can attend to Draco Malfoy. . ." 

"But you're too late. You've missed your chance. I got there first. I overpowered Draco weeks ago. I took this wand from him." 

My heart was beating faster in my throat. I turned my wand over in my fingers. Everything would end in less than twenty seconds. 

"So it all comes down to this, doesn't it? Does the wand in your hands know its last master was Disarmed? Because if it does. . . I am the true master of the Elder Wand." Harry finished dramatically. 

His words were punctured as a bright sunset of red-gold burst across the enchanted sky above us. The sun dazzled over the sill of the nearest window. The three of us cried out together, Harry lacing his fingers with mine at the same time. 

"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort and I shouted. 

"Expelliarmus!" Harry shouted. 

The three jets of light created gold and silver flames, the sound of a cannon blast echoing through the great hall. The Elder Wand flew high, spinning across the enchanted ceiling like the head of Nagini, spinning through air toward the master it would not kill. Harry caught it with his free hand and Voldemort fell backwards, arms splayed, his red eyes rolling upward to reveal only the whites. 

Voldemort was dead, Harry standing with two wands in one hand, mine in his other. 

There was a single second of silence before screams and cheers and roars echoed through the air. 

I saw them running seconds before they actually would be and slipped my hand out of Harrys. Ron, Hermione reached us first as I took a step back. Ginny, Neville, and Luna were next and then the adults. Hagrid and Kingsley and McGonagall and Sprout. . .

I weaved in and out of the crowd, people grabbing my shoulders, yelling mine and Harry's names, before I slipped out away from them completely and through the Great Hall doors. Once free, I raced down the Grand steps and sprinted out of the castle, not stopping till I reached the lake shore. 

I stood there for one second, tears falling down my face, before I collapsed to the ground and cried. 

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HIGHWAY TO HELL: PLAYLIST (season one)

HIGHWAY TO HELL: AC/DC

SOUL KITCHEN: THE DOORS

SMOOTH OPREATOR: SADE

MAD ABOUT YOU: HOOVERPHONIC

MOONLIGHT; KALI UCHIS

GURELLIA RADIO: RAGE AGANIST THE MAICHENE

GOO GOO MUCK: THE CRAMPS

PEPPERS: LANA DEL REY

FIENSE: BRUNO MARS

UPTOWN GIRL: BILLY JOEL

HOUSE OF MEMORIES: PANIC! AT THE DISCO

VICTORIOUS; PANIC! AT THE DISCO

AIN'T NO MOUTAIN HIGH ENOUGH: MARVIN GAYE, TAMMI TERREL

AS IF IT'S YOUR LAST: BLACKPINK

EVIL: MELANIE MARTINIEZ

HIGHWAY TO HELL: PLAYLIST (season two)

HIGHWAY TO HELL: AC/DC

LIVING DEAD GIRL: ROB ZOMBIE

GOSSIP: MANESKIN, TOM MORELLO

SHE KEEPS ME UP: NICKLEBACK

WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE: GUNS N' ROSES

RIGHT BACK WHERE WE STARTED FROM: MAXINE NIGHTINGALE

MARIA MARIA: SANTANA, THE PRODUCT G&B

SOAP: ENTRO

LUXURIOUS: GWEN STEFIANI

THE CHAIN: FLEETWOODMAC

LIVIN' LA VIDA LOCA: RICKY MARTIN

RYTHM NATION: JANET JACKSON

LOVE SHACK: THE B-52'S

MAMMAMIA: MANESKIN

PHYSCO KILLER: TALKING HEADS

WALK THIS WAY: AEROSMITH

HIGHWAY TO HELL: PLAYLIST (season three)

HIGHWAY TO HELL: AC/DC

REMEMBER THE TIME: MICHEAL JACKSON

LOVE SHOT: EXO

SHINUNOGA E-WA: FUJII KAZE

KNEE SOCKS: ARCTIC MONKEYS

HOUSE OF CARDS: BTS

PARTY MONSTER: THE WEEKEND

WHERE DID YOUR HEART GO?: WHAM!

ULTRAVIOLENCE: LANA DEL REY

GET FREE: LANA DEL REY

VICTORIOUS: PANIC! AT THE DISCO

I DID SOMETHING BAD: TAYLOR SWIFT

OFF TO THE RACES: LANA DEL REY

PROM SONG (GONE WRONG): LANA DEL REY

SMARTY: LANA DEL REY

CALL ME BABY: EXO

BECAUSE OF YOU: LANA DEL REY

BLACK SHEEP: METRIC

HIGH BY THE BEACH: LANA DEL REY

HIT THE ROAD JACK: JEFF SAVAC, THE CAERTTS

TREAT ME LIKE A SLUT: KIM PETRAS

THEY WANNA FUCK: KIM PETRAS

RUNAWAY RUNAWAY: MARS ARGO

HOUSE OF BALLONS / GLASS TABLE GIRLS: THE WEEKEND

CHARACTER INFORMATION: 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭

𖤐⭒๋࣭ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑

𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑

NUMBER ONE: CELESTE PIRCE

NUMBER: UNO

AGE: 24

QUOTE: "There's my pretty girl, long time no see!"

ABILITY: REALITY SHIFTING/ MAINUPLATION, CAN SHIFT PERCIPITIONS OF REALITY, LIKE MOVING THROUGH MIRRORS, MAKING BUILDINGS MOLD, WALK ON BUILDINGS, TURN PEOPLE'S PERCEPTION UPSIDE DOWN, AND ABILITY TO FORM THINGS FROM REALITY MAINUPLATION, USUALLY WEAPONS.

DRAWBACKS: CRIMINALLY INSANE USER, CAN DRIVE PEOPLE THE ABILITY IS USED AGANIST TO THE POINT OF MADNESS , DIZZINESS, OVERUSE OF THE ABILTY CAN CAUSE THE USER TO HAVE SEVERE HALLUICANATIONS AND BLOODLUST.

APPEREANCE: SHE HAS BLACK, SHORT MESSY AND CURLY HAIR. IT STOPS RIGHT AT HER LOWER NECK, AND IS USUALLY TUCKED BEHIND HER EARS. SHE IS FLIPPINO WITH A TANISH, OLIVE SKIN COLOR. SHE HAS A ROUND NOSE AND SLANTED BRIGHT GREEN EYES. SHE HAS LONG EYELASHES AND A MOLE RIGHT BELOW HER BOTTOM LIP. SHE HAS A JAWLINE, BUT HER FACE IS SOFT AND ELEGENT. HER BLACK BANGS ARE USUALLY VISIBLE BUT SPILT IN THE MIDDLE. SHE IS 5'8, AND HER BODY TYPE IS MEDIUM/ BUFF. SHE USUALLY WEARS A BLACK DRESS, WITH PUFFED SLEEVES AND A LITTLE CLEVAGE SHOWING WITH LACE DETAILING. IT STOPS AT HER HIGHER THIGJD BUT SHE HAS A PINSTRIP BLAZER. IT IS USUALLY BUTTONED IN THE MIDDLE AND FLARRED OUT AT THE BOTTOM. SHE ALSO IS USUALLY SEEN IN BLACK HEELS OR PLATFORMS

NUMBER TWO: RUTH PIRCE

NUMBER: DOS'

AGE: PHYSCIALLY (16) MENTALLY (34)

QUOTE: "Someone please shut Celeste the fuck up."

ABILITY: PORTAL MAKING/ CREATION, CAN CREATE PORTALS TO ANY AREA USER DESIRES, USUALLY NO LIMIT UNLESS IT IS BACK IN TIME OR BEHOND USUAL PHYSICS LIKE OUTERSPACE, CAN MAKE PORTALS ON ANY SURFACE HER HAND TOUCHES AND CAN ALSO CREATE THEM WITH HER FEET OR FLICK OF THE WRIST, TECHINCAL TELEPORTATION, CAN PULL RANDOM OBJECTS OR PEOPLE OUT FROM THE OTHER SIDE OF THE PORTAL.

DRAWBACKS: PORTALS ARE NOT ALWAYS STABLE DEPENDING ON THE USERS STATE, VERY RARELY TAKES USER SOMEWHERE DIFFERENT FROM WHERE THEY WANT TO BE, POWER IS PRACTICALLY USELESS IF ARMS AND LEGS ARE TIED UP, POWERS AUTOMATICALLY SHUT DOWN WHEN INTOXICATED.

APPERANCE: RUTH HAS SHORT AND MESSY DARK AND PINK HAIR. IT IS SPLAYED OUT IN ALL DIFFERENT DIRECTIONS AND VERY SOFT LOOKING. HAD BANGS THAT SHADOW OVER HER MAGENTIC AMBER BROWN EYED THAT HAVE HINTS OF WHISKEY GOLD IN THEM. SHE IS MEXICAN AND HAS THE BODY OF A SIXTEEN YEAR OLD DUE TO CLASSIFIED INFORMATION. HAS FRECKLES AND A BUTTON NOSE AND BRUISED LIPS. SHE ALSO HAS HEAVY EYEBAGS. SHE IS ALSO 5'1, AND IS USUALLY SEEN WEARING A ACADEMY UNIFORM. IT HAS A RED, FORMAL BLAZER WITH WHITE OUTLINE AND IS USUALLY BUTTONED IN THE MIDDLE. IT ALSO HAS CUFFS AND A EMBLEM OF A SHIELD ON THE TOP RIGHT CORNER. UNDERNEATH IS A BUTTONED UP WHITE SHIRT WITH A COLLAR AND RED AND GOLD TUCKED IN TIE. FINALLY, SHE USUALLY HAS A RED MID-THIGH RED SKIRT ON WITH WHITE SOCKS AND BLACK MARY JANES.

NUMBER THREE: ASTRO PIRCE

NUMBER: TRES'

AGE: 24

QUOTE: "After everything, it's still you.."

ABILITY: ELECTROMAINUPLATION / ELECTRICTY & LIGHTING MAINUPLATION. CAN SHOCK PEOPLE, LIGHT THINGS UP, ELECTROCUTION, LIGHT MAINUPLATION, ELECTROMAGNETIC WATER, SLIGHT SOUNDWAVE MAINUPLATION AROUND ALOT Of LIGHTS.

DRAWBACKS: USER CAN ACTUALLY BE SHOCKED THEMSELF, CANNOT FEEL BELOW HER LOWER ARMS, NUMB NERVES AND STRAIN, NAUESA, DIZZINESS, USER CAN FACE PREMENT NERVE OR EYE DAMAGE FROM OVERUSE.

APPERANCE: ASTRO USES SHE/THEY PRONOUNS. SHE HAS LONG, WAVY AND DAMP LOOKING WHITE HAIR. IT IS USUALLY TIED UP IN A LOW PONYTAIL AND HER BANGS SHADOW OVER HER EYES. SHE IS KOERAN AMERICAN AND HAS PALE SKIN. SHE ALSO HAS MOLES AND A FAINT SCAR ON HER BOTTOM LIP. HER EYES ARE SLANTED AND A YELLOW- LIGHT HAZEL SHADE. SHE HAS A ROUND JAWLINE AND HAS RED MARKS UNDER HER EYES. THEIR HEIGHT IS AROUND 5'7. THEY ARE USUALLY WEARING BUTTON UP SHORTS THAT HAVE BUTTONS AND THE ENDS OF THEM ARE USUALLY ROLLED UP OR CUFFED. AS FOR A TOP, SHE USUALLY WEARS A WHITE SHIRT WITH STRIPES AND SHORT SLEEVES. SHE ALSO USUALLY HAD SANDALS OR BROWN CONVERSES ON.

NUMBER FOUR: VIOLET PIRCE

NUMBER: CUATRO

AGE: 24

QUOTE: "They're all emotionally stunned children..my god."

ABILITY: INVISIBILTY, THE ABILITY TO TURN INVISBLE AND NONSEEING, CAN TOUCH AND TALK TO PEOPLE WHILE INVISBLE, CAN HOLD UP TO SIX HOURS, SLIGHT REALITY MAINUPLATION LIKE MAINUPLATING REFLECTIONS.

DRAWBACKS: CAN FLICKER IN AND OUT OF BEING INVISBLE AND VISIBLE WHEN WET, TOUCHED BY SOMEONE, OR EXTREME EMOTIONS, CAN BECOME STUCK INVISBLE FOR DAYS AT A TIME IF OVERUSED, EASILY SPOTTED IN SHADOWS.

APPERANCE: VIOLET IS A YOUNGER LOOKING GIRL. SHE HAS BLONDE HAIR THAT IS USUALLY TIED INTO A BRAIDED BUN. SHE ALSO USUALLY HAS A BLUE RIBBON HOLDING IT TOGETHER. HER BLONDE BANGS ARE USUALLY DISHELVED BUT HOVER RIGHT BELOW HER EYEBROWS. SHE HAS TAN SKIN BUT SHE IS WHITE. SHE IS ALSO BRITISH AND HER EYES ARE A DEEP BLUE COLOR. SHE HAS A ROUND JAWLINE AND A BEAUTY MARK NEAR HER RiGHT EYE AND BOTTOM LIP. SHE ALSO IS USUALLY WEARING A BUTTON UP WHITE SHIRT. USUALLY THERE IS A BLUE TIE AROUND IT AND SHE HAS A WHITE AND BLUE CARDIGIN ON. VIOLET IS AROUND 5'4. SHE ALSO USUALLY IS WEARING A LONG WHITE SKIRT OR IT STOPS ABOVE HER KNEES. SHE ALSO HAS WHITE SOCKS ON AND BLUE CHUNKY SHOES, BUT SOMETIMES THEIR BEAT UP CONVERSE.

NUMBER FIVE: HIRAEITH PIRCE

NUMBER: CINCO

AGE: 24

QUOTE: "Can't just pull a dead person out of the ashes to talk to them and have tea, not how it works."

ABILITY:  CAN TALK TO THE DEAD AND USE THEIR ABILITIES, CAN BECOME POSSESED, PHASE THROUGH WALLS (POSSESED), CAN TURN INVISIBLE (POSSESED), ENHANCED FIGHTING ABILITIES, EXTREME FLEXIBILITY, TECHINCAL IMMORTALITY??

DRAWBACKS: PARANOIA AND HALLUICANATIONS, SOMETIMES CAN'T BECOME UNPOSSESSED AFTER A WHILE, SOMETIMES GHOSTS AREN'T FRIENDLY, FATIGUE, NAUSEA, WEAK IMMUNE SYSYEM.

APPERANCE: HIRAEITH HAS SHORT, CURLY BLACK HAIR. IT IS USUALlY TUCKED BEHIND HER EARS, SHOWING OFF THE MULTIPLE PIRCEINGS SHE HAS. SHE IS ONLY 5'3. SHE IS MIXED WITH KOERAN, ITALIAN AND MEXICAN. SHE HAS A RASPY AND TIRED SLIGHT ITALIAN ACCENT, FROM HER TIME IN ITALY AND BEING RAISED THERE BEFORE SHE WAS ADOPTED. SHE HAS BLUEISH INDIGO EYES WITH A ALMOST PURPLE UNDERTONE. SHE HAS A SHARP JAWLINE AND ALMOST SCARY APPERANCE. SHE USUALLY IS WEARING A BLACK DRESS OR SWEATER. ALTHOUGH, SHE USUALLY WEARS A TIGHTFITTING BLACK LONG SLEEVE SHIRT WITH WHITE LACE DETAILING. SHE ALSO WEARS A PAIR OF BLACK LOWAISTED JEANS OR A BLACK JEAN SKIRT. USUALLY HER LEGS ARE COVERED BY LEGGINGS, OR FISHNETS AND HIRAEITH USUALLY WEARS COMBAT BOOTS.

NUMBER SIX: CHIYO PIRCE

NUMBER: SEIS'

AGE: 24

QUOTE: "SOMEONE TELL RUTH TO STOP SLEEPING WITH THE ENEMY!!"

ABILITY: SEDUCTION / THE ABILITY TO MAKE ANYONE FALL IN LOVE WITH HER, WHEN IN LOVE PEOPLE BEND TO HER WILL, MIND MAINUPLATION, HYPNOTIZIM, SELF-SACFRICE.

DRAWBACKS: PEOPLE THE ABILITY IS USED ON USUALLY BECOME OBESSED WITH HER, VICTIMS USUALLY COMIT MURDER IN HER 'NAME', PARANOIA.

APPERANCE: CHIYO HAS SOFT, TIED BACK PINK HAIR. IT IS USUALLY TIED BACK INTO TWO SMALL PIGTAIL BRAIDS AND PINK FLOWERS ARE TIED INTO IT. HER LOOKS ARE OTHERWORDLY, ALMOST ANGELIC. SHE IS KOERAN AND HAS PALE SOFT SKIN, SHE HAS ALOT OF MOLES AND BEAUTY MARKS ON HER FACE. SHE HAS BANGS THAT ARE DISHELVED AND HOVER ABOVE HER EYEBROWS. CHIYO ALSO HAS A BUTTON NOSE. HER FACE IS DIAMOND SHAPED WITH A TOUCH OF SOFTNESS TO IT. SHE USUALLY WEARS DRESSES, ONES THAT ARE WHITE AND HAVE FLOWER DESIGNS. SHE ALSO USUALLY HAS PUFFY SLEEVES AND SOME OF HER CHEST IS SHOWING. ON THE RIGHT SIDE OF HER NECK, SHE HAS A HEART SHAPED BRITHMARK. SHE ALSO USUALLY HAS WHITE TIGHTS OR FISHNETS ON. SHE FINALLY, USUALLY HAS GREEN PLATFORMS OR CONVERSES ON.

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NUMBER SEVEN: NOEL PIRCE

NUMBER: SIETE'

AGE: 24

QUOTE: "For the last time, I don't eat brains."

ABILITY: LIVING DEAD GIRL / ZOMBIE ANATOMY,  HAS THE APPERANCE OF A ZOMBIE (CLASSIFIED INFORMATION), TELEKNISIS, CAN WITHSTAND MUCH MORE THEN A AVERAGE HUMAN (NOT IMMORTAL), CAN CONTROL PLANTS, HYPNOTIZIM.

DRAWBACKS: CHRONIC BODY ACHES AND MIGRAINES, BLOODLUST (DOESNT EAT BRAINS), BELIVING THAT SHE'S IMMORTAL, SOMETIMES HAS EPLITIC EPISODES, POTS, VERY LOW IRON.

APPERANCE: NOEL HAS THE APPERANCE OF A ZOMBIE, HER SKIN IS A FAINT PALEISH GREEN. SHE HAS RATTED, WHITE HAIR WITH A FEW GREEN HIGHLIGHTS. SOME PEOPLE SAY THEY SPOTTED DRY BLOOD IN IT. SHE HAS FADED GREEN EYES, ALMOST LOOKING BLIND. SHE HAS A LARGE BONE MARK IN HER NECK BUT IS USUALLY COVERED WITH HER TURTLENECK. SHE HAS A ROUND JAWLINE AND SHARP NOSE. SHE IS AROUND 5'5. SHE HAS A BONE STICKING OUT OF HER HIP, AND LEFT WRIST. SHE ALSO HAS ALOT OF NASTY SCARS BUT SHE COVERS HERSELF UP. SHE IS USUALLY SEEN WEARING A GREEN OR BLACK TURTLE NECK, LONG SLEEVE SHIRT. SHE ALSO WEARS BLACK AND PALE GREEN ARMY SKIRTS. HER LEGS ARE USUALLY COVERED IN TIGHTS AND BEAT UP, DIRTY SHOES.

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NUMBER EIGHT: CARMEN PIRCE

NUMBER: OCHO

AGE: 24

QUOTE: “Oh no darling, I just want your head on a pike! That’s all!”

ABILITY: FIRE MAINUPLATION, CAN CREATE FIRE OUT OF NOTHING, CAN MAKE THINGS BLOW UP, FIRE CONTROL, CAN TOUCH FIRE WITHOUT BEING BURNED, CAN AIM FIRE AT PEOPLE, SET BUILDINGS ON FIRE.

DRAWBACKS: WHEN USER FEELS INTENSE EMOTIONS LIKE EMBRASSMENT OR ANGER FLAMES CAN BECOME OUT OF CONTROL, UNSTABLE EMOTIONS, POWERS SHUT DOWN WHEN INTOXICATED, POWERS EASILY ACTIVATED.

APPERANCE: SHE HAS BROWN, LONG HAIR, IT IS IN A BLOWOUT AND WOLF-CUT STYLE. SHE IS MEXICAN AND HAS BROWNISH RED EYES. SHE IS AROUND 5'6. AND SHE HAS A LARGE SCAR THROUGH HER LEFT EYE. SHE HAS MORE SHARP FEATURES AND HAS A DIAMOND FACIAL SHAPE. SHE HAS A ROUND NOSE WITH FRECKLES. CARMEN USUALLY WEARS A RED, LONG SLEEVE SHIRT. USUALLY WITH A LACE DETAILING AND THE SLEEVES START PAST HER COLLARBONES. SHE ALSO HAS ON EITHER A JEAN SKIRT OR BLACK OR RED BAGGY PANTS. USUALLY WEARING RED CONVERSES AS WELL. SHE HAS ANOTHER SCAR IN HER CUPIDS BOW LIP. HER BROWN HAIR IS USUALLY PUT HALFWAY UP WITH A HAIRCLIP AND HER BANGS ARE BLOWN OUT AND PUSHED TO THE SIDE.

CHARACTERS AESTETHICS; 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𖤐⭒๋࣭

NUMBER ONE: CELESTE PIRCE (THE INSANITY)

NUMBER TWO: RUTH PIRCE (THE WEARY)

NUMBER THREE: ASTRO PIRCE (THE RADIANCE)

NUMBER FOUR: VIOLET PIRCE (THE LONELINESS)

NUMBER FIVE: HIRAEITH PIRCE (THE BELDAM)

NUMBER SIX: CHIYO PIRCE (THE AMOR)

NUMBER SEVEN: NOEL PIRCE (THE WALKING DEAD)

NUMBER EIGHT: CARMEN PIRCE (THE BLAZE)

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A Change in Routine

Word Count: 5.4k +

Repost from yesterday cuz my dumbass queued it for the wrong day!

A/N: Allergies were kicking my ass last year, so I didn’t have much energy to finish this up before Mammon’s (and Mahlon’s) birthday hit. I’ve had a whole year to work on this instead, so we’ll see if it’s still any good.

“What do you mean he won’t be home for our birthday?!”

“Honey, your father has a lot of souls to judge.” Arella frowns at the look on her youngest’s face. She always hated it when any of the kids were let down. “He’s trying his best to be done with his work by the weekend but unfortunately, sometimes these things happen. I know it’s disappointing because you two always celebrate your birthdays together, but there’s always next year, right?”

The boy only looks away from his mother frowning. “Yeah, I guess…” and then he runs off to sulk.

“He’ll be fine.” the human tells herself, “Learning how to accept changes will be good for him.”

・・・〆・・・

As the week goes on, Mahlon seems to get more upset over Mammon not being home on their birthday. He doesn’t do any schoolwork- not that grade one offers that much schoolwork to begin with. Even if it did, the little one was too distracted wracking his brain over why his father was really missing their birthday. It had to be something he did.

“Maaaahloonnn, are you even listening to me?” Oliver complains as he waves his hand in front of his cousin’s face. “Helloooo, are you in there?”

The pair were waiting for their mothers after school let out that Friday as both Azalea and Cyrus had been stuck in detention, Henry had cut school to stay home and play video games all day, Melissa and Solaris were at cram school and Aurelius had a photoshoot at Majolish right after R.A.D had gotten out for the day.

“No… I wasn’t. Sorry…” the apology was half-hearted at best. “What were you saying?”

“It doesn’t matter anymore,” the older half-demon sighs as he takes a seat next to the freckled boy. “You’ve been like this all week- I thought you would be super excited considering your birthday is the day after tomorrow…”

“Daddy won't be home for it this year so what’s the point in being excited?”

“You’re sad about it? I thought you’d like having a party all to yourself this year…”

“I like sharing my birthday with Daddy. That’s the only good thing that makes me special from my brothers and sister… you wouldn’t get it. You’re Aunt Paisley and Uncle Belphie’s only kid so things are different for you, but I have to compete for my parents’ attention with the others…”

Oliver only shrugs as Paisley and Arella arrive.

“Hey, boys.” Paisley smiles as Oliver runs up and all but leaps into their arms. “Did you have a good day?”

“My day was good! I didn’t fall asleep at all during class!” the blue and white-haired boy smiles, “I missed you lots and lots though!”

“Awww, I missed you to, baby.”

“And what about your day, Mahlon?” Arella asks, “Did you have a fun time?”

Mahlon only shrugs, he won’t tell her about all the teasing and bullying that went on throughout the day.. “It was okay, I guess… not a whole lot happened so I guess it was kinda boring…”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Arella kneels down, “I know you’ve been kind of down in the dumps this past week so how about we go get some ice cream to make up for the day, hm?”

Oliver’s eyes lit up at the mention of sweet treat. “Can we go too, Mommy? Please, please, pleeeeease?”

“I don’t really want ice cream,” the black-haired boy says softly. “Sunday, I’m gonna have cake. That’s way too much sweets for one weekend. I just wanna go home…”

Arella and Paisley share a worried look. Mahlon loves ice cream- it’s his most preferred treat when his mood is off and to hear the boy turn down such an offer is surprising.

“He’s really taking the whole news about Mammon being away for his birthday pretty rough, isn’t he?”

“Unfortunately…” Arella sighs before turning her attention back to Mahlon. “Alright well, if you change your mind later, we can always go then.” She offers her hand to him which he takes. “We’ll see you all on Sunday. Have a good night, Paisley. Please remind Belphegor we have that meeting on Monday at 8 am and unless he is actively judging souls in Hell, he needs to be there, awake and alert.

“Alright.” They smile, “Also when is your next trip to the human world going to be? I’d like to go visit my sister and see the sun.”

“Next week, I think… I’ll let you know once I check my calendar.”

After that, the two humans part ways, their children in tow.

・・・〆・・・

Once Arella and Mahlon get home, the boy goes straight to his room. He doesn’t even greet Azalea as she sits in the middle of the living room floor attempting to beat the final boss of a new RPG Levi had lent her. Something not unnoticed by the 20-year-old.

“What’s his deal?” she asks as Arella takes a seat on the couch behind her.

“He’s upset that your father won’t be home for his birthday.” The human frowns. “You know how he likes these types of things to be the same every year and the fact that it’s different this year has been affecting him all week.”

“Oh, he’s so dramatic- it's one birthday.” Azalea rolls her eye, “The kid’s gonna have a billion more to celebrate with Dad, one year won’t hurt nothin’. ‘N besides, Cyrus isn’t doing so hot in his training which is causing all sorts of back-ups for Dad- and I’m out here putting in all this hard work behind the scenes so Cyrus can know what he’s doin’, and yet, it’s being wasted.” She feigns a disappointed sigh, “You can tell he ain’t got the spine for the job... so annoying but what can I do?”

“Well, I appreciate what you’re doing to help your brother- and I’m sure your father does as well even if he doesn’t quite realize it yet.” Arella smiles. “Changing subjects, you had an eye-doctor appointment today- how did that go?”

“Shitty.” the freckled girl replies, “Turns out I can’t see for shit out of my remaining eye. I’m gonna need glasses or a monocle or some shit like that. Hey, do ya think if I got a glass eye to replace the one I’m missin’ that that would be weird?”

“No,” Is all Arella responds with at first, “I think it would make for some interesting pranks with demons who don’t know you very well though.”

“It would, wouldn’t it?” A mischievous grin paints itself on her features, “Thanks for the idea, Mum.”

“Any time, my dear.”

・・・〆・・・

“So, there’s absolutely no way you’ll be able to make it home in time for Sunday?” the human chews on her bottom lip as she washes the dishes from dinner.

“No.” Is Mammon’s response, “I ain’t even gotten through a small fraction of the souls I had to go chase down after Cyrus summoned ‘em but couldn’t judge ‘em fast enough. There has to be a good 5000 left. Probably another 1000 still out runnin’ around the fourth layer too. Some even escaped back up to the human world- Thirteen told me she’d round them all up and haul ‘em back here for me but the whole situation is just a mess.”

He runs a hand through his hair as he sighs.

“This ain’t what I wanna be doing on mine and Mahlon’s birthday of all days. I’d like to be home with y’all, but it just isn’t meant to be this year, I guess.”

“Yeah, Mahlon’s taking it especially hard. I don’t know what it is about your guys’ birthday, but he just refuses to compromise on it. He didn’t even seem too keen on a party because it’s not something we usually do for you two.”

“It’s cuz ya spoil him too much, Babe.” The demon teases, “Every time he even looks like he’s gonna have one of his meltdowns, you cave.”

“And you don’t?” She asks worriedly, “You’ve seen what he does to himself when he gets that upset- the biting, the hitting, the head-banging, the scratching-”

“Yeah, I’ve seen it all. But I don’t let it happen either. I lock the kid down ‘n hold on until he’s done and had a chance to calm down some. It ain’t all that difficult to keep him safe and not let him have his way at the same time.”

“Easy for you to say,” Arella sighs, “I don’t have the physical strength necessary to hold him down like that and with how hard he bangs his head, he might actually break my ribs if he decides to bang his head against my chest, so my only option is to give in to his demands.”

“And that’s why ya have the hardest time setting limits with him, ‘Rella. Get one of his siblings to hold him down- ‘Relius and Cyrus both know how, and Azalea’s seen me do it enough times that she’s got the gist of it too. Anyway, I have to go before I lose these souls that I just managed to bring back. I love you, and I’ll see you... hopefully sometime next week?”

“I love you too. Come back soon.”

She doesn’t know it yet, but the demon’s been lying to her this entire time. He’d managed to catch up on this disaster his son had made earlier in the week and now didn’t have nearly as much work left as he’d told her- maybe just a single night’s worth of work left. All this lying was meant to just be a big surprise for his youngest.

As the pair hang up, Arella can hear some kind of commotion going on upstairs. She runs to go check it out. To her surprise, she sees Mahlon being held down by his sister as he just wails and struggles and screams.

“Hey, hey, it ain’t the end of the world, kid. It’s just one day. It’s not worth hurtin’ yourself over.” Her words end up breaking with each backswing of the six-year-old's head against her chest before she shifted her hands to grasp both of his wrists in one and the other’s placed against Mahlon’s forehead so he couldn’t headbang anymore. Azalea even has her legs placed over his to keep Mahlon’s legs from kicking violently. “It’s okay for things to be a little bit different.”

“NO, IT’S NOT!” The black-haired boy shrieks at the top of his lungs as he coughs in between sobs. He starts squirming to get out of his sister’s grasp, but she’s got him locked down. “I WANT DADDY!”

“Well, Daddy ain’t here and carryin’ on this way ain’t gonna make him magically appear either.” Azalea’s tone is stern as she looks over at their mother. “Look, Mum’s here. You’re scaring her by acting like this. I can let you go but we need to have a calm body first.”

“NO!” Again, the six-year-old wriggles and squirms. “I WANT DADDY! I WANT DADDY HOME WITH US FOR OUR BIRTHDAY!”

“Mahlon, honey, this is quite enough.” Arella is kneeling down in front of her youngest. “I know this is a big change for you, but we can’t help that your father won’t be here. Nothing can stay the same forever. Everything always changes even if it’s just a little bit.”

“B-but I don’t wa-nt it to!” The little half-demon's voice hiccups as he starts to calm down. He’s still heaving breaths as he sniffles.

“I know, Baby.” the human smiles sadly as she wipes the remaining tears away, “But as time goes on, that’s just what happens. There’s no reasoning to it.”

As the child finally de-escalates, Azalea let’s him go. Arella can’t help but try to cover up the wince her face takes at the sight of his little arms all scratched and bitten up. All the wounds were superficial, thankfully, but they still look painful.

“My head hurts...” is all Mahlon mumbles as he leans against his mother.

“Well, yeah, I bet.” Azalea grumbles as she rubs the spot on her chest that he’d been all but bashing his head against. “You’ll feel better in a bit once you calm down a bit more.”

“I can give you something for the pain,” Arella says as she wraps the six-year-old up in her arms. “Azalea, do you want anything for your chest? You look like you’re in pain.”

“Nah, I’ll be fine.” She’s scrolling through her fabsnap when she comes across a shipping video between her, the poster, and her twin. “Grooooossss, why’re people even inta real-person-fiction? It’s kinda depressing to be honest.”

Arella merely shrugs. “Comes with the price of coming from a family as well-known as ours. Just block them and move on.”

“Those are the types of people who didn’t get bullied enough as kids and it shows.” The 20-year-old chuckles. “Like we’d even be into sharing partners with each other anyway.”

“Azalea. Just ignore it if you’re uncomfortable with it. The longer you watch and engage with it, the more frequently that type of content will appear on your feed.”

“Fine, fine, I’m done. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a project I still need to finish before the party on Sunday.” She’s off before either Mahlon or Arella can ask what she was working on.

・・・〆・・・

It’s rather early in the morning- just before the crack of dawn- when Mammon sneaks into the house. This was supposed to be a surprise, not only for his youngest, but for his wife as well who was none the wiser about what was really going on. He finds her in the kitchen, brewing her usual morning cup of tea.

Quietly, he inches closer and closer until...

“Gotcha!” Mammon wraps his arms around her waist.

Arella reacts immediately, head flying back and hitting the demon square in the mouth. The white-haired male recoils letting out a pained groan as he stumbles back.

“Mammon!?” Arella’s surprised as she gets a better look at him in the dim kitchen light. “Oh, Love, I’m sorry. Are you okay?”

“Totally,” He’s still covering his mouth as he leans against the counter. “I’m fine.”

Unconvinced, the human only grabs an ice pack from the freezer. “How many times have I told you not to sneak up on me like that? Let me see your mouth.”

“Hundreds,” Mammon does as he’s asked, revealing the freshly busted lip he received from this exchange. “I thought it would go better than this...”

“Well, unfortunately that’s not the case.” She sighs as she wraps the ice pack in a towel and hands it to her husband. “You could have told me you were coming home early, you know?”

“And have you ruin the surprise for Mahlon? Nah. Speaking of, is he still in bed? I thought he woulda been up by now even with it being a rough night for y’all.”

“So, you heard about that? You can thank your daughter for stepping in to help.”

“She did? I’m surprised.”

“Yes, she did. Anyway, to answer your question, yes, he’s still sleeping- well more like he just fell asleep not too long ago. There was a lot of self-injurious behavior, so Azalea’s been sitting with him the past couple of hours. You can be the one to wake him up later.”

“Yeah sure, but for right now…” Mammon wraps his arms around her waist as he leans in for a kiss, “since we’re the only ones up ‘n all, I figured we could-”

“No.” The human chuckles softly as she dabs at his lip with a paper towel. “After I have my tea, I promised Azalea I would finish wrapping the present she made for Mahlon and after that I’m starting on the culinary prep work for today’s party and then breakfast. Buuuut if you’re a good boy today, then I promise we’ll have time for that later once the kids all go to bed.”

“Fiiiiine,” The demon purses his lips in a pout at the rejection. “Can I at least get one kiss? It is my birthday after all.”

Arella leans over and presses a kiss to his cheek. “You can’t trick me that easily, Mammon. We’ve been together long enough that I know one kiss isn’t just one kiss with you. Now, run along and go get some rest. You’ll need it if I’m going to have my fun with you tonight.” She gives her husband a pat to the cheek as she turns back to the kettle that was now whistling.

“Nah, I think I’ll stay and help.”

・・・〆・・・

At about 11:30, after a whole seven and a half hours of assisting his wife, Mammon decides it’s time to wake Mahlon for the day.

As he ascends the steps up to the second level, who should he run into but his daughter. She was just coming out of her youngest brother’s room when Mammon calls out to her.

“Thanks for helping your ma out last night, Zay.”

“Hmm? Yeah, don’t worry about it.” The half-demon yawns. “Cyrus and Aurelius seemed pretty fit to be tied with the kid last night, so I just dealt with it. Don’t expect it to be a regular occurrence though.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it- anyway, it’s just nice to know I can count on ya to step up when we need it.”

With nothing more said between the two, Azalea stalks off back to her room and Mammon continues of his mission to wake up Mahlon.

As he enters the child’s room, he knelt down beside his son’s bed.

“Mahlon, time to wake up, Buddy.”

The little half-demon grumbles as he rolls away.

“Mahlon,” the demon tries once more, “Mommy made breakfast for you. Its gonna get cold.”

“Noooo,” this time there’s an audible response as Mahlon pulls his pillow over his head. “Want Daddy.”

“Well, it’s a good thing I’m the one wakin’ ya up then.” Mammon’s voice is a little louder, a little clearer than the gentle tone he’d just been using.

It takes the boy a little longer to process what he’s just heard than usual, but when it clicks, Mahlon sits up frantically with wide multicolored eyes.

“Surprise!”

“Daddy!”

The seven-year-old leaps forward, nearly knocking his father to the ground as he wraps his arms around the demon’s neck in a tight hug. Mammon’s able to catch himself before he manages to topple over though.

“You said you weren’t gonna be home in time.” Mahlon’s voice comes out muffled.

“Thought I wasn’t for a minute there,” Mammon sighs as he stands up and heads downstairs, “but I worked extra hard so I could be home in time to celebrate with you.” He sets the boy down as they reach the kitchen.

“There’s the birthday boy!” Arella smiles as she sets Mahlon’s plate at the table. “Did you sleep okay?”

“Mhm. I slept really good. I’m still kinda sleep.”

“Didn’t know being an obnoxious little brat could be so exhausting,” another voice grumbles under their breath from the table.

“Aurelius, enough.” The human replies sternly. “Finish up your breakfast so you’re not late for your photoshoot.”

“Don’t got one anymore after a certain someone decided to bite me so hard his fangs broke skin,” his green eyes send an annoyed glare towards his younger brother who misses the malice behind it completely.

“Don’t have your arm near my mouth then.” Mahlon shoots back as he sticks his tongue out.

“Don’t be so out of hand that I have to restrain you!” He stands suddenly and Arella puts a barrier up between the two of them to keep anyone from getting hurt.

“No thanks, boys. We’re not doing this right now. Both of you need to finish your breakfast and then you can go your separate ways until the party.”

“And when you’re done, Aurelius,” Mammon pops his head in through the kitchen serving hatch, “come see me in Mom’s office. I wanna talk to ya about something.”

Mahlon just gives his older brother a smug look when neither of their parents are looking, thinking he’d won their little exchange, to which Aurelius just rolls his eyes and shovels what remained of his breakfast into his mouth.

・・・〆・・・

“So, you wanted to see me?” Aurelius asks as he closes the door to the office. He’s surprised to see his older siblings sitting in the chairs in front of the desk. “Well at least I know I’m not in trouble if the two of you are here as well.”

“Ya weren’t in trouble to begin with, kid.” The demon has to suppress a soft chuckle, “Pop a squat, it’ll only be a couple minutes for you. Your brother and sister however- well I got more than just a couple of minutes worth of lecture for them.”

Once Aurelius has taken a seat next to his sister, all three of them wait patiently.

“I want y’all to stop helping with your brother.” Mammon starts after a long pause. None of them can believe what they just heard.

“Come again?” Azalea is the first to speak. “Did you say ‘stop’ helping?”

“I did.” The demon nods as he looks over some files on the computer. “Mahlon’s seven now so he won’t need as much constant supervision like he did when he was really little. Not to mention, I’m leaving modeling altogether after my next photoshoot so I’ll be able to home all the time now.”

Aurelius’s eyes widen at hearing the news.

“So no more babysitting after that?” The youngest of the three asks. “And what about your throne in Hell? Are you abdicating that as well?” This was great news.

“Nah, I’m still gonna hold onto that for a while. With that whole mess that your brother and sister made for me to clean up down there, it proves to me to Cyrus definitely isn’t ready to take over just yet.”

Cyrus only looks away out of embarrassment and mumbles a small ‘sorry’.

“That’s all I really wanted to talk with you about, Aurelius. You’re free to go. Majolish will probly be calling ya by the end of this week to see if you’re interested in filling my spot so be on the look out for that.”

“Right,” the half-demon gets up and heads out, a new spring in his step as he can hear his father lay into his siblings about summoning all the souls that had escaped the throne room in hell. “Well sucks to be them I guess.”

・・・〆・・・

With the party in full swing, Mammon and Mahlon both find it difficult not to let themselves have a good time. While the adults and the older kids were all occupied by hearing embarrassing stories about Mammon’s past, much to the demon’s chagrin, Mahlon and the cousins he was closest in age to just ended up snooping around his gifts- well more like just Mahlon and Oliver. Hakan was trying to help himself to a tenth helping of chips and a taco dip that Isabella had brought.

“What’re you even trying to do, Mahlon? The ginger-haired half-demon asks as he enjoys the newly acquired dip on his plate. “Usually, when people snoop around their gifts, there’s a lot of shaking of the boxes. They don’t just stare at them.”

“I was trying to see if my powers had come in yet or if I had any magic like Mommy yet…” he sighs, “but I guess the doctor wasn’t lying when they said I’d never get either…”

“You don’t need any of that though,” Oliver smiles. “I like you just the way you are.”

Mahlon doesn’t say anything in response. As the adults announce its time to cut the cake, the black-haired half-demon takes off.

・・・〆・・・

Mahlon hides out in the backyard behind a tree as he tries to stifle his tears. How could his cousin say that? ‘I like you just the way you are,’ what a joke. They’re family. He has to like him even if it’s only just a little bit. What Mahlon really wants is for his peers to like him.

As the boy wipes at his eyes, he feels someone take a seat next to him.

“Was the party too much for ya, buddy?” Mammon’s voice is soft, worrying that any louder might push the child into an overstimulation meltdown. When the seven-year-old only shakes his head, the demon lets out a sigh of relief. “That’s good. Do ya know what’s got ya so upset?” A nod this time. “Did it have something to do with whatever Oliver said to you?”

“Kinda… he’s not in trouble, is he?”

“No,” Mammon smiles as he ruffles Mahlon’s already messy curly hair. “We were all just really confused when you took off like that. Ya wanna tell me what the deals is?”

“It’s dumb…” the freckled half-demon admits. “You’ll laugh at me.”

“I really won’t. You could tell me the dumbest thing in the world ‘n I still wouldn’t laugh at ya.”

“… it’s ‘cause I don’t have any powers or magic yet. The other kids at school tease me, call me a freak and it hurts my feelings.”

“Oh, Mahlon… I’m sorry, buddy. I know that’s gotta be really tough to go through, especially when you look at your siblings and cousins and see them with theirs…” Mammon wraps an arm around the little one and pulls him into tight side hug.

“They say th-there’s s-something wrong with me. That I-I’m-m broken and-and-”

“Hey, shhh, it’s okay. Just take a couple deep breaths, alright?” He brushes away Mahlon’s tears and holds him tight even as the green-to-blue-to-gold-eyed boy starts to thump the side of his head against Mammon’s chest. “No, we’re not doin’ any of that right now, lil’ man.”

They sit in silence for a few moments until the worst of it passes before the demon speaks again.

“It doesn’t matter what those kids say to you Mahlon, ‘cause they don’t know nothin’. I know what they said to you hurts but you ain’t broken. You’re just built different and that’s what makes you so special. When you grow up, there’re gonna be opportunities that only you will have because you don’t have any demonic powers or magic.”

“Like what?” His multicolored eyes peer up at his father.

“Well, for starter:” Mammon smiles, “you are the only one out of you and your siblings that will be able to have the choice to live in the human world if that’s what you want. No magic or powers means you won’t be so easily clocked as anything other than just a normal human.”

“Really?”

“Really, really.” He smiles. “‘N besides, why would ya ever wanna be just like everyone else when you can be one-of-a-kind? The teasing and bullyin’ll be short-lived but one day, you’re gonna meet people that will like you for you, not what you can do. Trust me on it.”

Slowly, Mahlon nods. “Okay.”

“Good,” Mammon stands, with a slight bounce, making Mahlon laugh as he grabs on tighter to his father, “now, let’s back to the party. There’s a big ol’ piece of cake with your name on it, literally.”

・・・〆・・・

The rest of the party goes off without a hitch. After it seemed all the presents were opened, their family began to take their leave. That’s when Azalea pulls her youngest brother aside for a moment.

“Here,” she produces one last gift from behind her back and handed it to Mahlon.

The box is pretty as the black-haired boy inspects it. He begins to open it slowly, pulling the lid off and peaking inside.

He looks up at her with surprise before reaching in to pull the gift from its container.

“A Blue Jay!” He smiles wide as he hugs the stuffed toy tightly and is delighted to find the toy lets off the calls of the bird it's made after. “Thank you!” He wraps his arms around her in hug. “I love him.”

“Yeah, yeah, no worries, squirt. Just make sure you take care of it. I’m not makin’ ya another one if ya lose it or it gets broken somehow.” Azalea manages to extricate herself from the hug before walking past her brother. “If y’re up for one more surprise, follow me out to the Aviary, yeah?”

And that piques Mahlon’s curiosity as he follows his sister’s lead. When the pair arrive, they’re greeted by Mammon’s crows all huddled around their master as he fiddles around with the doors of the incubator he has for eggs some of his younger crows won't care for.

“I got him, Dad.”

“Thanks, Mahlon, c’mere. I wanna show you something.” Mammon picks up something out of the incubator and kneels down to his son’s height.

The young boy can only watch in awe as a fledgling jay pokes her head out of his hands to look around at her surroundings. When the bird sees Mahlon, she chirps happily.

“Wanna hold her? She’s yours.” The demon asks as Mahlon nods furiously.

“Where did she come from?” He asks, “We don’t have blue jays down here.”

“A cat brought her down here to make a meal out of her- if you look really closely, you’ll see her wings still kinda messed up so she can’t fly all that well yet.” He explains, “in a few weeks she’ll be good as new but you’re gonna help me take care of her til that happens.”

“Okay,”

“So, what’s ‘er name?” Azalea asks, one of her own familiars swooping down and landing on her shoulder and dropping a pretty rock into her left palm.

“Doesn’t she have one already?” Mahlon asks.

“You’re her master,” Mammon explains with a chuckle, “wouldn’t be right if anyone else named her.”

“What about… what about Azul… that’s a good name, right, Daddy? Azalea don’t laugh at me!”

“It is if you say it is.” Mammon swats at Azalea to get her to stop snickering at the name her little brother had chosen for his first familiar. “Now, let’s put ‘er back to bed so she can rest her wing. We’ll see her in the morning.”

Mahlon nods as he gives the bird in his hands a gentle kiss on the head as he sets her back in the incubator.

As the three of them all head in for the night, Mahlon can’t help but think this was the best birthday he’d ever had.

・・・〆・・・

Once all the kids are out for the night, Arella takes the time to seek out her husband in the living room where he’s just finished cleaning up the mess left from the party.

He hasn’t realized she was coming up behind him, so Arella takes the chance to get a little payback for this morning.

“Maaaammmon!” The sound of her voice and the ways she wraps her arms around his neck as she jumps up onto his back makes the demon jump.

“Wha- Arella!” He’s not amused by his wife’s antics. “I coulda really hurt ya just now.”

“And it would be worth every bit of pain. Think of it as payback for this morning.” She kisses his cheek and drops back down to the floor. “Did you have a good birthday, Love?”

“Yeah, it was great actually.” He nods as he turns to face her, pulling her close. “Third best birthday ever.”

“Third? What were the first two?”

“The last one we had with Cyrus before he went missing and the year we had Mahlon.” Mammon smiles as he takes a seat in the couch, pulling his wife down with him.

“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed your special day. I actually have one more gift for you. Would you like it?”

“Do ya even gotta ask?” Mammon leans in for a kiss, but Arella stops him by holding up a small box to his lips. “Oh, you meant an actual gift…”

“Don’t worry, Dear.” she laughs softly at his slight disappointment, “We’ll still do what I promised this morning, but I wanted you to open this last- when it was just us.”

“What is it?” He studies the box before opening it. “A new ring? Thanks, Babe.”

“Look on the inside. It’s engraved with a message.”

“For my soulmate, I would conquer time, space, and even death itself…” he takes a moment to take in the words etched into the band. “Oh, you are so corny… but I don’t think I’d change it for the world.”

He leans in and presses a kiss to her lips, leaning his forehead against hers once he pulls away.

“Love you, ‘Rella…”

“I love you too, Mammon. Happy Birthday.”

・・・〆・・・

End

[draslihanxfahri-bailey]

Looking up at Eli, she knew that he connected the dots right away. And that was something she loved so much about him, about their relationship in general. Even without needing to say a single word, they always seem to understand what the other is thinking or feeling. Even without going in details, Elijah knew exactly what she was worried about. And no words could express how beautiful it is to be known by him like this. For him to understand each and every single part of her. For her to understand and know each and every single part of him. Even when it came to talking about the hard stuff, she was completely at ease talking with him about it. She trusts him, and she knows that he trusts her. So getting to have the compromise helped. Her features easing up as she smiled warmly, a little laugh leaving her lips at his joke. "Probably because you'll get too antsy with me being stuck in that for too long and you unable to touch me," she teased right back, her arms wrapping around his body and her fingers slowly tracing up and down his lower back. She knew how incredibly needy he can get. She was the exact same way with him. Asli's smile grew and she looked over at the wall. Exciting running through her veins as she nodded quickly. "I have been picturing it ever since we decided on a theme and starting shopping for things," she admitted, looking back at her boyfriend. The woman has had a couple of ideas concerning the rainbow decals; This was certainly more than okay with her. It would keep her mind and hands busy for awhile. "Thank you," she whispered, touching her nose against his before she kissed his lips. "Thank you for understanding me."

She looked down at Oliver with him and bit back the giggle from seeing him. The cat looked far too pleased with himself. However, it was Asli's duty to act like he, along with his furry siblings, were completely and utterly innocent. Having never done any wrong in their short lives. Unless they've eaten or tried to destroy one of the plants. Then they're evil. "Yes, calm," she repeated, nodding. She looked back at Eli, stifling her laughter some more. "Oh, please. Look at their faces; They're little angelic furballs who've done nothing wrong! They're not conspiring at all. Especially not baby Kemet. He's the most innocent of those three." And of course, he had to make his move right then and there. There was a small crashing sound and Asli quickly turned her head, her eyes widening as she saw the trinkets box on its side and Kemet swatting at a wrapped up small wall décor, half of his body still in the box. "Hey, hey! Get out of there!" Removing one of her hands from Eli's waist, she snapped at Kemet and startled him, the kitten quickly running out and underneath the chair. Sighing softly, she pressed her forehead against Eli's chest then looked up at him. "You're right. He's evil. He learned it from Uncle Reggie," she deadpanned before smiling at him. Her little slip-up... God, she truly has been living here for too long. She pouted at his words, brows furrowed. "See? This is why he's so hell-bent on the notion that he can steal you away from me," she pointed out, trying to keep her chagrin up as long as possible. But then he kissed her temple and she melted completely. "No promises on the pouty part, but yeah. I'll keep my fucking adorable arse up here."

Waiting for Eli to came back, the professor had tried to gather up the cats and get them out of the nursery. Yet not enough of pspsping and offering treats would work, especially not for Eve and how she brought her claws out. Ready to tear the changing bed to shreds to spite the woman if needed. So, Asli accepted defeat. For now. Hearing her boyfriend heading upstairs and to the nursery, she sighed a little in relief. "Thank god you're back. Your daughter and I almost got into it," she mused, nodding her head towards the sleeping black cat. Peaceful, as if she hadn't basically threatened Asli with the notion of destroying the changing bed. Smirking at Eli's suggestive words, she shook her head before leaning up to kiss his lips. "Mmm, don't worry. I'll make sure to tip you extremely well in a moment," she mused. Were they suppose to be following the doctor's order on keeping any and all sexual activities to a minimum? Yes. However, the woman was insatiable when it came to Eli. Glancing at the box, excitement coursed through her. "Oh, I hope they're the right colours... If the monitor was playing tricks on me and they come out looking extremely bright, I think I might cry." However, it would be something completely else that accomplished that. As she looked into the box, it hadn't been the decals that caught her attention, but the small jewelry box instead. Her breath catching in her throat once she laid her eyes on it. For a moment, she wondered if it was that. Yet, deep down, she knew it wasn't. She knew that it wasn't time for that yet. But she also knew that it was something big. Carefully she reached in and took out the box, carefully opening it. Seeing the pendant, she let out a little sob. "O-Oh my god," she whispered, a smile on her lips as she turned out to look up at Eli with teary eyes. "H-Her name," she whimpered happily. While the pendants weren't their daughter's name exactly, it was a hint. "Baby, they're... they're so beautiful... Oh god, I'm so sorry." Laughing slightly, she carefully wiped away her tears with her other hand. "Babe, they're perfect. They're so perfect." ||📜@elifalvey

Elijah's heart momentarily clenched as she looked up at him with the big, brown doe eyes that were impossible for him to resist. As much as he wanted to keep Aslihan off of her feet, doing the least strenuous activities in the house in order to protect her and the baby, he knew realistically that he couldn't keep her away from everything. She'd get too damn bored planted in bed for the next few months, exhausting every activity he'd bring to her in record timing. Was it good for her body to relax? Yes, of course, but her mind was a completely different beast — one that he was still desperately trying to understand, at times. Honestly, he was surprised it had taken this long for her to get to the true begging stage, and he had no other choice really than to think about it. He wanted her safe physically, but also mentally as well. And with all of the strain that this pregnancy was putting on their minds to begin with, he didn't want to take any chances. "Fine, I guess I can't bubble wrap you and keep you on the couch forever," he said jokingly, "I promise, there's something else you can do . . . Actually, that box of decals, or whatever they're called, the ones we wanted to put up on the wall? I think they're downstairs right now, but I'm never gonna get them straight, if you wanted to put those up for me?" It wasn't much, at least for now, but it was something else other than the same repetitive task she'd been doing all afternoon.

Sparing a glance in Oliver's direction, the little gremlin looking far too happy to have pushed his father out of his space, Elijah shook his head. He loved his cats, he truly did — he just wished that sometimes they wouldn't be such cats, and they'd be able to have even a second of peace. The plants included. "Those two? Calm?" he pointed vaguely at Kemet in the doorway, who had him the most surprised by his lack of involvement in the commotion thus far. "That's a joke. I'm convinced they're just waiting for the right moment when it'll really piss me off, y'know? Eve's only sleeping up there to lure me into a false sense of security — Ol's the distraction, and Kemet's the mastermind. I'm telling you, it's a whole orchestrated thing." His hands were on his hips, speaking as if it were a factual statement. "And it's definitely not from me. They came like that." Though he cracked another smile as Aslihan reassured him that he'd put the furniture in the right spot, and he allowed himself to finally step away from it and met his girlfriend in the middle of the room again. His smile turned into full on laughter at her slip up. "Mhm, and I think that I've been here too long . . . unfortunately, baby, you've dug your grave with that one, now you've just got to lie in it. I'm definitely telling Atlas." He pressed a kiss to her temple, hopeful that he'd be forgiven for his slight act of betrayal. "You're fucking adorable though. Don't be pouty. I'll go grab that box from downstairs, yeah?"

He parted from her again with a grin, stepping over both Oliver and Kemet as he made his way out of the room. Without much thought, he went downstairs in search of the small box of wall décor that he mentioned before. It didn't take long to find, it having been sitting in the corner of the living area for the past few days while they tried to find the time to start this whole nursery project. So with a triumphant hum, he knelt over to pick it up. In the process, though, he heard a quiet thump of something hitting the floor and realized that something had fallen out of his pocket. He thought it to be his phone at first, but soon realized it was the other small, square shaped object he'd been holding onto all afternoon: a jewelry box, with three little necklace pendants inside. He stared at it for a quick second before he picked it up, opening it to ensure that nothing had been broken before he decided — fuck it. Instead of slipping it back into his pocket, he simply placed it amongst the box of décor and headed back upstairs with everything in tow. "Right, special delivery of something else to do, please make sure to tip your driver," he said as he walked into the room, placing the box on top of the dresser next to where Eve had been sleeping and wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. "Everything you need should be in there, my love." ( @draslihanxfahri-bailey )

[munsonology]

hear me out... A. blurb smut where sub!Eddie and dom!fem reader takes a bath together.

Omfggg yes!! She fills the tub with some luxury bubble bath and handcuffs him to the towel rack behind him. Eddie is forced to watch as she bathes, the warm sudsy water running over her tits. And she turns around opening up her cheeks to wash her tight puckered hole. The whole time Eddie is frothing at the mouth, pulling against the cuffs. He’s so hard and the water sloshing around as she moves is enough to make his cock twitch. He might come the next time she splashes him.

She straddles him and gently plays with the head of his leaking cock with the wash cloth, the fibers tickling him.

“Please Kitten,” he cries. “Can I come?”

She chuckles, “Wasn’t this your idea Eddie?”

“Yeah, sweet girl, but—”

She grips the base of his cock. She can feel the thick thatch of his pubes. She can’t wait to feel the hair tickle her nose later…

“But nothing, Big Boy.”

She leans forward, their foreheads touching. The steam from the water wafting around them. She reckons they have about another hour before someone comes home. She jacks him off slowly. His sack has never felt heavier.

“You’ll enjoy what I give you. Maybe later you can have some of your Kitten’s milk.”

“Fuck,” he growls. “I’m going to get you back, baby. Your cunt is mine.”

She stops moving and Eddie mewls. The cuffs clink against the bath tiles. “Right now your cock is mine and I’ll treat him however I please,” she says.

Eddie moves his hips to get more friction. She cups his chin and stuff her thumb in his mouth. He sucks, running his tongue over the tip, a promise of what’s to come later for when he’s between her thick thighs.

Fuck. He was a sneaky lover.

“Your cock is mine. Your come is mine. Understood?”

“Understood, Kitten,” he says, her thumb between his teeth now. As much as she was enjoying domming him for once, she couldn’t wait to feel his teeth nibble her clit. He was a triple threat when he teased her clit, with two fingers in her ass, and three fingers in her cunt. Maybe they could fuck raw later in her mom’s garden—

Her thoughts were cut off when she heard a pair of feet thundering up the stairs. She gasped hearing her little sister Erica call out of her.

“Fuck! What is she doing home?!” Eddie asked.

“How should I know? Mom said she had a sleepover.”

“Well,” they tensed hearing Erica’s voice right outside the bathroom door. “We we’re all at Rochelle’s house when her dad’s girlfriend came home with Rochelle’s mom and two other women he was seeing. It was better than when J.R got shot.”

“Erica! Get away from the door and give your sister some privacy,” Sue ordered.

They heard the pre teen shuffle off. “That was close,” she sighed against Eddie’s shoulder.

“I’m still close,” Eddie huffed.

“How fast can you—”

“Speed of lighting,” he grinned.

She moved her hands on his shaft.

A strong knock on the door made her jump.

“Hey honey!” Her mom called. “Your father was called in for emergency surgery at the hospital so it’s just us tonight. I got Domino’s and both Alien movies. Lucas should be home after practice.”

“Ok! Thanks mom!” She hollered.

“Don’t be in there all night wasting my water.”

“Ok I’m coming!”

“I’m not,” Eddie groaned. She slapped her hand over his mouth.

“Tell Eddie I got extra olives on the supreme just for him.”

Eddie licked her hand, the sudden action making her move. “Thanks Mrs.Sinclair!”

Listening to her mom go back downstairs, the two lovers stared at each other. The water had long since gone cold. Eddie leans forward as much as he can to kiss her pouty lips.

“Don’t be so sad Kitten. Now we have free food.”

[thelittleangryitalian]

Things my friends have said that sound like Lab Rats/Mighty Med/Elite Force quotes

Leo to Adam: Why do you have cheese in your pocket?

Adam: It's my lunch

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Oliver: Hey were you there for when Kaz told the story of how he got kidnapped in Mexico?

Skylar: Kaz got kidnapped?

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Skylar: If a guy doesn't treat you right, beat him up

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Bree: Your hands are hairy

Perry: Your lip is hairy

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Chase: Are you crying?

Kaz: No, my eyes are sweating

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Kaz: Why is it a unicorn and not a unihorn?

Skylar: He's got a point

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Leo: *walking into the LREF apartment* I can smell the fruitiness in the air

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Bree: Boys are stupid, might go gay

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Adam: Quick question, is it illegal to walk a cow down the street?

Leo: Please tell me you didn't 'borrow' a cow

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Adam: Do you have a quarter?

Leo: Why do you need one?

Adam: I wanted to wear it as a monocle

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Kaz: I could be gay

Oliver: Kaz you are gay

Kaz: Oh yeah

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Kaz: People always ask me if I'm a cat or dog person. I'd pet a baby gator if I knew it wouldn't bite me

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Bree: When in doubt, blame Chase

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Kaz: I just bluff my way through most conversations

[mjolnir-steve]

Foolish

Frank Adler x fem!Reader

Word count: 5027 (oop)

Warnings: light drinking, very brief mention of suicide, some cursing, smut (18+ ONLY!!!), unprotected sex (m/f) ... Please let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: Hi, y’all! Here’s my entry for @stargazingfangirl18 and @navybrat817’s Shameless Hoes for Chris Challenge!!!! I haven’t written smut in a LONG time, so please be gentle with me LOL. Here’s what I got:

Frank Adler

“I didn’t like the way he was looking at you.”

Breeding / mutual pining 🥴

I’d like to dedicate this to @rodrikstark for always sharing the Frank Adler feels and @sparkledfirecracker for bullying me (with love) into finishing this. ❤️

If you like this fic, please comment and reblog!!! I hope you enjoy. :)

Fridays never seemed to come soon enough. You looked forward to the beginning of the weekend as much as the next person, but over the last few months, Friday nights took on new meaning for you. You moved to the trailer park a little less than a year ago, wanting to buy a small place of your own and start making a home for yourself. It wasn’t perfect, but it wasn’t expensive, and it was only a ten-minute drive from your office where you’d just secured a promotion. Roberta, the manager, helped you make it feel like home right away, insisting on going with you to pick out paint samples and providing copies of menus for the best take-out in the area.

Before long, Roberta introduced you to the trailer park’s resident certified genius, Mary Adler. Mary and Roberta spent Saturday mornings with you when you were free, which unfortunately, was pretty much all the time. You played games, sang karaoke, and even let Mary’s one-eyed cat Fred come over. He took a liking to your swinging chair in the living room, and if Mary couldn’t find him at home, odds were he somehow squeezed through your window and ended up in that chair. 

Another two months had passed, though, before you met Mary’s uncle and guardian, Frank. You came to learn that Mary stayed with Roberta every Friday night because “Frank needs time to be an adult” and she was not allowed to come back to the house until noon on Saturdays. This information made you feel like Frank must be some kind of sad, perpetual fuckboy. You were right about the sad part, not so much about the latter. One morning while Mary played with your watercolors, Roberta let slip - ironically over a cup of tea - that Frank did have the occasional hookup, but usually, he drank himself sleepy on Friday nights and just needed the time to himself. He worked himself to the bone as a boat mechanic, often late into the night because it was too hot to do some jobs during the day. Frank took Mary in when she was just a baby after his sister, her mother, tragically committed suicide. He spent the majority of his scarce free time with Mary, so when Mary was still a toddler, Roberta offered the Friday night deal. Frank countered that he would do any repairs in the trailer park for free, but she refused to let him do that work without pay, saying he deserved to have a life, too. 

She also informed you that Frank was a former philosophy professor, single, and very attractive, especially if you were into the rugged thing. You rolled your eyes with an amused exhale and took another sip of your tea. You’d be lying if you said your interest wasn’t piqued. Mary then shouted over her shoulder, confirming that she’d been listening to your entire conversation, “Frank is great, but he’s a grump. Good luck cracking that egg.” You snorted, nearly spitting out your tea, and she went back to reading your color theory book to Fred.

With that, you heard a sharp rap at the door. You set your tea down on the kitchen table, curious who your visitor might be. You didn’t know anyone else in the trailer park, or in town, really. You opened the door, taking in the sight of possibly - no, definitely - the most handsome man you’d ever seen. You quickly guessed it was Frank, judging by the grease smeared on his quite large hands. His eyes, though tired, had the same bright look as Mary’s, and he had the most perfectly imperfect fluffy hair and overgrown stubble.

“Good morning,” he said with a sweet, closed-mouthed smile. “Is Mary here?”

You had to remind yourself to breathe. Stammering, you opened the door wider, gesturing inside. “Hi, y-yes. She is!” Why am I like this? “She’s just painting with Fred. Please, come in.” You moved aside so he could fit his broad shoulders through the doorframe and then held out your hand. “You must be Frank. I’m Y/N. Mary is just wonderful.” You smiled at him, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks.

He took your hand in both of his, gentler than you’d expected. “I’m sorry. Yes, I’m Frank. It’s great to meet you, finally.” He smiled wide for the first time and you were certain you’d pass out. Who LOOKS like this? “And thank you, she really is wonderful. I couldn’t do it without Roberta. She’s family.” He smiled and waved at Roberta, who was looking at you over the lip of her mug.

Mary didn’t even bother to turn around and face Frank. “What are you doing here, Frank? It’s only 11. I have a whole ‘nother hour with my friends.” You tried to keep your laugh quiet, covering your mouth with your hand and shaking your head.

“Well, excuse me for thinking you might like to go out on the boat with me this morning. I guess I’ll go by myself.”

Mary jumped up from the floor, scrambling to clean up your paints and books. “Can Y/N and Roberta come?”

Frank crouched down to meet Mary’s eyes. “Of course they can, if they’d like.” He looked back at you over his shoulder, trying to gauge your interest, then turning back to his niece. “But do you remember what I told you?”

You could see that Mary was making a conscious effort not to roll her eyes. “You told me that my adult friends have adult lives that include adult responsibilities, and they might not always be available to spend time with me.”

“And?” he looked at her expectantly.

“And I need to invite them to do things without assuming they will do them.” She couldn’t hold back her eye roll any longer, but she made sure not to let Frank see. “Roberta, Y/N, would you both like to join us on the boat today?”

You were amazed by the exchange taking place in front of you, able to see where some of Mary’s brains and tenacity came from. The conversation between the two flowed so easily, playful yet intelligent. It was clear that Frank treated Mary not as a child, but as a person, and you chided yourself internally for thinking that was kinda hot. 

Shaking yourself out of your mildly inappropriate thoughts, you responded. “I’d love to come, Mary.” You smiled at her, bending over to help her pick up the last of the paints from the floor. “Roberta?”

Roberta gave you a look and you just knew she planned this somehow. “I actually do have some of those adult responsibilities to handle today, but thank you for inviting me.” You sent a glare in her direction, quick but no less scathing. “Maybe next time.” She winked at you before washing out her mug and saying her goodbyes.

You spent the whole rest of the day and night with Frank and Mary, doing everything from building sandcastles to cooking dinner together. Mary eventually fell asleep in your lap as you were watching Oliver & Company, Frank’s favorite Disney film that had become Mary’s, too. “An underrated classic,” they told you in unison.

You helped Frank put Mary to bed, a task made easier after such a tiring day. “I guess I should get going.” You stood awkwardly in the small kitchen, unsure of yourself and painfully aware of how close your hand was to Frank’s resting on the counter.

“Yeah, I have a job early in the morning.” He looked down at his shoes, unable to look you in the eye, and you wondered if he hadn’t found your company as enjoyable as you’d found his.

“Listen, I don’t know if you’ve been to Ferg’s? The little bar down the road? I go every Friday night just to relax and have a few beers. Maybe you’d like to come with me next weekend?”

Is he asking me on a date? You could feel your heartbeat racing. The look on your face must not have matched the excitement you felt at the prospect of spending time alone with the dreamy, kind, sarcastic man in front of you. 

He felt like an idiot when you hesitated to answer. He clearly read everything wrong. He had to fix this. “It’s a good place to meet people, you know? I know you’re fairly new to the area, so if you’re looking for more local friends, it’s a good place to start.” He winced, hoping you couldn’t sense his embarrassment at thinking that you would want to go on a date with him.

You swallowed, trying not to let your disappointment show outwardly. Of course he’s not interested in me. Stupid. “Oh, yeah! That would be great, Frank. What time?”

Frank let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding, relieved that you didn’t seem offended by his offer. “How’s 7? I’ll pick you up? We can walk over together.”

And that’s how Fridays came to mean so much to you. Almost every Friday for the last six months, Frank met you at your door and you walked to Ferg’s together. Frank told you it would be a good place to make new friends, but you paid no mind to the other patrons. You only had eyes for each other, yet neither of you could see it, even though Roberta pointed out (repeatedly) that neither of you had taken anyone else home in all that time.

The more time you spent with Frank, the more certain you were that God was real and your life was His favorite trainwreck reality TV series. Even if you could have customized a dream man Build-A-Bear style, Frank still would blow your creation out of the water. He was smart and funny, not to mention an adoring parent to Mary, to whom you grew more attached each day. He was kind and thoughtful, talented and hard-working. Although he was a grouch, as Mary would say, he always was sweet to you. He took a genuine interest in anything you had to say, whether you were venting about work or filling him on the latest episode of whatever show you were binging. He was ridiculously sexy without even trying. All those hours he spent doing manual labor in the sun did wonders for his physique. You’d only seen him completely shirtless on one occasion, and the image of him with sweat dripping down his chest was burned into your memory, fueling your late-night thots and causing you to break out your vibrator on what was now a regular basis.

Six months had come and gone in the blink of an eye, and you’d begun to accept that Frank didn’t want to be anything more than friends with you. You decided tonight was as good a night as any to talk to someone new, to start letting go of your unrequited feelings. 

You swapped out your usual jeans for a sundress, t-shirt bra for a push-up, and lip balm for lipstick. Putting your phone and some cash in a wristlet, you considered wearing your new strappy sandals. The walk to Ferg’s was about five minutes each way down a sandy road, though, and memories of the sticky floor inside aided your preferred pair of Converse in their victory for the night. 

Just as you finished tying your shoes, you heard a knock at the door. You adjusted your cleavage and fluffed your hair a final time with one last look in the mirror. Here goes.

Frank felt like he had the wind knocked out of him in the best possible way. He suddenly felt entirely underdressed in his aloha shirt, even though it was his go-to for nights out of the house. He’d never seen you dressed so nicely when you weren’t going to work. 

You were the kind of beautiful that didn’t require makeup. Your natural hair always framed your face perfectly, even if you didn’t think so. He thought you were adorable when you were concentrating on something, blowing your hair out of your face with a huff. Visions of your soft curves made their way into Frank’s dreams on more than one occasion. He had seen you in your swimsuit several times, sunbathing with Roberta and swimming with Mary at the beach. It wasn’t even all that revealing, but it accentuated your figure in ways that forced Frank into needing a cold shower or two. Above all, though, he admired your heart. You’d allowed Mary into your life without hesitation, spending time with her because you wanted to and allowing her to ask all those questions that Frank just wouldn’t be able to answer. It killed him that you didn’t see him the way he saw you, a perfect partner for him and a worthy maternal figure for Mary.

“Frank? You okay?” Your concerned voice shook him out of his thoughts, prompting him to close his mouth which apparently had opened wide in astonishment when you stood in the doorway.

“Yeah, um... You look…” He looked a little confused, his brow furrowed and lips pursed. “Why are you all dolled up? It’s only Ferg’s.” He wished he could’ve kicked himself in the teeth when your face fell at his question. He rubbed a hand over his face. “Shit. Let me try that again,” he nearly begged, running up to you to stop you from going back inside. “You look really nice, honey.” He ran his calloused hand up your forearm, but quickly returned it to his side when he realized what he’d done. “Is it a special occasion, though? Should I change?”

You gave him a watery smile, given that you were three seconds from slamming the door in his face and crying. “That’s better. Thank you.” You lightly pushed at his shoulder, trying and failing to ignore the electricity you felt at the contact. “No occasion, though. Just thought maybe it was about time I actually introduced myself to someone new.” 

You couldn’t quite read his reaction. Little did you know he was certain he just felt his heart physically crack in his chest. “What do you mean?”

The two of you started walking, the tension between you thickening the very air you breathed. “Well, when you first invited me to Ferg’s, you said maybe I’d get to know some other people in the area, right? But we’re always with each other. I’m sure you’re itching to talk to someone other than me. I don’t want to hold you back.”

“Ah. Gotcha.” Frank abruptly reverted to the quiet, distant state he usually occupied before he met you. He sped up a bit, walking ahead of you and desperately attempting to school his features before you caught up with him.

Frank practically ran to the restroom, not slowing down even to hold the door open for you. You took a deep breath and rolled your shoulders, relaxing before entering the bar. Normally, whoever made it first would order drinks for you both, but Frank made it painfully clear that he had no desire to be in your company tonight. You ordered your usual, an Angry Orchard with a shot of Fireball in a tall glass. The combination tasted like apple cider, but the burn in your throat was caused by liquor rather than heat. It was strong enough to get you buzzed, but not so strong that you’d be stumbling home. You swallowed half the glass in one gulp, wanting to feel the warmth in your veins boosting your confidence as quickly as possible.

“Y/N? How are you?” You turned around, eyes meeting those of Jamie, your coworker. He leaned in for a hug and you accepted somewhat reluctantly, having interacted with him only in passing.

“Hey! I’m all right. What’s up?” You smiled at him, taking another sip of your drink. Jamie was not very subtly staring at your chest. You weren’t crazy about him, but the attention felt nice, so you allowed it.

“Not much. Just happy it’s Friday, ya know?” He looked around for a moment before returning his attention to you. “You’re usually here with that mechanic dude, right?”

You stifled a laugh thinking about how Frank would react if he heard himself referred to as “dude” by this prick. “Yeah, he’s around somewhere. We’re just-“

“-Just friends?” he finished for you with a hopeful look.

You nodded in response, looking him up and down. He was no Frank, but you couldn’t deny he was handsome. It had been so long since you’d even been kissed, and though you hated to admit it, you were touch-starved. One night couldn’t hurt, could it?

Meanwhile, Frank was splashing his face with cool water. He couldn’t believe he’d fucked up so royally. He was sure you didn’t want him how he wanted you, and now he was sure it was too late to tell you how he really felt.

He knew from the moment he saw you that he’d never get you out of his head. Roberta had been talking you up to Frank for weeks, but he wanted no part of it, mumbling something about there being “a reason why no one used matchmakers anymore.” He had no choice but to make your acquaintance when he was looking for Mary, and he’d never been so happy that Roberta could say she told him so.

Later that day at the beach, Mary approached him while you were dozing on a towel in the sand. She sat on his lap and reached for his face, using her pointer fingers to turn the straight line of his mouth up into a smile. “Roberta says you have a ‘charming’ smile, Frank. We think you should use it more.” He chuckled quietly, careful not to disturb you, and pulled Mary in close, planting a wet kiss on her cheek. She grimaced at the feeling, dramatically wiping at her face until he let her go back to reading with Fred.

The sound of the jukebox starting up cut short his reverie. He had to get out there and explain himself. Frank dried his face and hands with a paper towel before smacking his cheeks and stretching his neck back and forth to each shoulder. 

Frank exited the restroom only to find some douchebag staring at your ass as you leaned over toward the bar. He saw red when the piece of shit held out his hand behind his back while his friend slipped a twenty-dollar bill into it, seemingly winning some sort of bet.

Jamie didn’t stand a chance when Frank stormed in between the two of you. “That’s IT,” he yelled, so intense he borderline bellowed. He threw whatever cash he had in his pocket on the bar to pay for your drinks before he pulled you outside, almost getting to your door while you fought against his grip. He only stopped when you spun your body around like something out of Dancing with the Stars and jumped in front of him, forcing him to catch you.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N, what are y-”

“-What are YOU doing, Frank? What the fuck was that?” You put your feet back down on the ground but remained facing him, arms crossed over your chest.

He groaned in frustration, suddenly realizing he actually had no clue how to respond. “Fuck.”

You looked at him, tapping your foot in anticipation.

“I didn’t like the way he was looking at you.” He rubbed at his temples in the way he did when he felt a headache coming on.

“And how was he looking at me, Frank? What does it matter to you?”

“He was looking at you like you were a piece of meat and I… FUCK!”

You both turned when your neighbor opened his window. “Can you kids keep it down out here?”

You waved bashfully at the old man. “Sorry, Mr. Parker,” you said in unison.

“Come inside, Frankie.” The nickname that typically made him roll his eyes at you never had sounded sweeter, now that its use confirmed you didn’t hate him for the scene he made. You both toed off your shoes at the door before you made your way into the living room, motioning for him to sit next to you on the couch when he tried to sit in the armchair across the room.

You leaned forward, pinching his chin between your thumb and forefinger. “Now what’s going on in that sun-damaged brain of yours?”

He let out a laugh so soft you almost missed it, but you were glad you didn’t. Sitting back against the arm of the couch, you pulled a pillow into your lap and hugged it, giving Frank your full attention.

Frank cleared his throat, doing his best to accept that it was now or never. “That guy was leering at you, and it pissed me off. You deserve better, Y/N.” He pried your fingers from where they were locked around the pillow to hold your hands in his.

“If you want to meet new people, that’s great. If you don’t want to be with me, that’s a little less great, but I’d understand. He didn’t even pay for your drinks. And I th-”

You covered his mouth with one of your hands, and he knitted his brows in confusion. “You’re making it sound like it’s an option to be with you.” You were in disbelief, side-eyeing him, waiting for Ashton Kutcher to announce that you were, in fact, being Punk’d. 

The corners of his mouth lifted into the soft smile he reserved for you. It was the same one he gave you whether you were on a tangent about how “Obsessed” by Mariah Carey is “the single greatest diss track of all time” or you were helping Mary put a harness and leash on Fred “just to see how he’d do” on a walk.

“For a distinguished professor, you’re kind of a dummy, Frank.” You took his face in your hands, thrilled to be feeling his stubble against your palms. Before he could talk back to you, you kissed him, unsure how you denied yourselves such a simple yet extraordinary pleasure for so long. It only took a moment for him to relax into it, his hands removing the pillow between you before finding your waist and pulling you almost into his lap.

You deepened the kiss, threading your fingers through his hair. He pulled away first, pressing his forehead to yours. “Seems like we’re both dummies, huh?” 

You were going to ask why pulled away until you looked down to see a considerable tent forming in the front of his jeans. You laughed as he pulled you into a tight hug, one arm wrapped around you while the other hand held your face against his neck.

You kissed the side of his neck softly before leaning back to look at him. “All this time? I thought you didn’t see me this way.” You held his face, stroking his cheeks with your thumbs. “You asked me to go to Ferg’s and then said I could meet other people, so I thought that was it, you know?”

He covered your hands with his and pecked your lips softly. “Honey, I thought it was the other way around. I was trying to ask you out and you looked like you’d seen a ghost.” You giggled, spluttering a bit because tears had started falling at some point. He wiped your tears away before swiping his thumb over your bottom lip, pulling it down a bit. “We’re fools, aren’t we?”

You nodded slowly and Frank saw something wicked flash in your eyes before you took his thumb in your mouth, sucking lightly. “Jesus, honey.” His length hardened underneath you and you could feel the wetness beginning to pool in your panties, prompting you to grind down into his lap.

You released his thumb from your mouth, pressing your chest into his before kissing him again. “I think we’re only fools if we don’t take advantage of the rest of your adult time.” You removed your dress easily, returning your hands to Frank’s shoulders to push off his shirt.

He surged forward to kiss you again, working magic with his tongue against yours. You wrapped your legs around his waist and he picked you up, walking you into the bedroom. Placing you on the bed carefully, he removed your bra and panties before pulling off his boxers and jeans in one go. You thought you wanted him before, but now that you could see everything he’d been hiding under his baggy clothes, you didn’t see how you could ever let him leave your bedroom.

The next few minutes were spent exploring each other’s mouths while Frank stretched you with his fingers. You didn’t think you’d ever been so wet in your life and thought you might pass out if you didn’t feel him inside you immediately. You gave his cock a few strokes before sliding his head through your folds, coating him in your slick.

“Waitwaitwait, honey. Do you have a condom?”

“You don’t need one if you don’t want one. It’s okay.”

He looked like you just gave him tomorrow’s winning lotto numbers, taking a deep breath to steady himself before he looked at you again. “Oh, God. Are you sure?”

“Mhm. I wanna feel you. Make me yours?”

“Anything you want, honey, but if you change your mind, just tell me, okay?” He lined himself up, seconds shy of entering you for the first time.

“I figured if you were gonna be possessive of me tonight, you might as well take it the whole nine, Frankie.” You laughed as he let out an exasperated sigh. “Seriously, though, I’m clean, I’m on the pill, and I’ve wanted you for a long time.” You reached up to scratch lightly through his chest hair.

“The only thing I wanna hear right now is you moaning for me.” He drove into you harshly, but waited a moment for you to adjust once he was seated to the hilt. “So damn wet and tight for me, honey. You’re so perfect, so beautiful.” He kissed you again before he began to move, slowly but surely making you lose your mind.

He dipped his head down to take one nipple in his mouth, then the other, effectively shutting you up and emptying all thoughts from your head. He nipped at the swell of your breast, soothing the bite with his tongue. “Fuck, Frank, please!”

“Please what, honey?” He picked up his pace, fucking into you so vigorously you moved up the bed. “Tell me what you need.”

“Make me cum, Frank. Please, baby, I need it. Need you,” you cried, leaning up to bite into his shoulder, stifling your moans.

“I wanna hear you, Y/N. I wanna hear those pretty moans while I’m making this perfect pussy cum for me.” The combination of his filthy words and the sight of him sucking on his own fingers before rubbing at your clit sent you over the edge, making you scream his name over and over again for what felt like forever and not long enough.

You could tell he was close, his hips stuttering and losing their rhythm. He began to pull out, unsure if you were willing to let him finish inside you, but knowing he was too close to wait for an answer.

You hooked your legs around his waist and pulled him close, pushing him back into you. “Fill me up, Frank. I wanna feel all of you. Please give it to me,” you whimpered. His release triggered another for you, chanting each other’s names surely loud enough for the neighbors to hear. 

He stayed inside you as you both came down from your shared high, gingerly flipping you over so he laid on his back with you on his chest. He kissed the top of your head, fingers fluttering up and down your sides. 

“What’s on your mind now, Frankie?” You looked up at him through your lashes, mildly terrified of the answer.

He looked down at you with the most adoration you’d ever seen, lifting your chin so your eyes met his in the moonlight. “That wasn’t too soon, was it? You mean so much to me and to Mary. I don’t wanna mess this up. I don’t ever wanna hurt you. You’re the best thing in my life besides Mary, you know that?”

You kissed his chest before looking back up at him, smiling. “First of all, I would argue that wasn’t soon enough.” He hissed as you clenched around his still softening cock inside you.

“You’re evil.”

Winking at him, you continued tracing patterns on his chest with your fingers. “Second, that all kinda sounds like you might be in love with me, Frank Adler.”

His hands stopped moving for a second before he responded. “Would you run away if I said I am?”

“Well, I wouldn’t run away. This is my house.” You thought your heart might explode in your chest.

“I didn’t even say it, but I take it back,” he huffed, throwing his arm over his eyes.

“What if I told you I felt the same way?”

He grinned, sitting up to kiss you feverishly on your cheeks, the tip of your nose, and finally your lips. You could feel him starting to harden again inside you, leading to round two of… well, you lost count.

You ate breakfast and showered together in time for Frank to return home before Mary did, agreeing to talk more later and to hold out on Roberta for a while.

Frank stood on your doorstep, leaning in to kiss you once more. All of a sudden, you heard a familiar meow and thanked God you were dressed and not in your robe.

“Frank, what are you doing here? I thought I’d come see Y/N since I’m not supposed to come home until noon.”

You bit your tongue to keep from cackling. Frank ran a hand over his face, his blissful bubble burst. He was getting you a hotel room next weekend.

[seiyasabi]

A Farmer Boy’s Crush

(This is a Yandere Ushijima x Female Reader story! I’m sorry in advance, because I think this man is scary ;(( Also, there will be no part two of this, and I’m sorry if it sucks lol.

TW: !Noncon!, Stalker Ushi!, Size kink!, Cumflation!, Spanking!, Dacryphilia?, Choking!, Breeding Kink!, Cockwarming, Threatening behaviour!, etc.. 

Please proceed with caution!)

“I’m sorry, Ushijima-san, but I’m not interested in you. I’m focusing on my career, so I don’t have time for a relationship.”

It started when you were in highschool. 

The volleyball player confessed to you on Valentines Day, equipped with handmade chocolates and roses from his Mother’s garden. At the time, you had no interest in boys. You were way too focused on your future career, viewing a significant other as a distraction. Ushijima, to his credit, didn’t lose his temper when you turned him down. He nodded, silently stalking off to the gym, his posture perfectly straight. 

You’d brushed the entire event off, feeling guilty for turning him down so nonchalantly, but also standing your ground. The large man has a harem of girls, and you were sure he’d find a girlfriend that would treat him right. 

But, what you didn’t know, was that all he wanted was you. He could never go for another girl, because you’re one of a kind. 

He loves how you pick weeds out of the pavement, loves how you help old people bring their groceries to their car, loves how you’re YOU. 

So, in his spare time (aka, when he’s not playing volleyball), he watches you. He’d followed you home one day, and he spotted you through your curtainless window. 

That’s how it started; watching. 

But watching wasn’t enough.

Soon, he’d break into your home, snagging a worn t-shirt or panties, a chapstick on your desk, a polaroid you recently took, etc.. Once in his possession, he’d stalk off home at a leisure pace. Ushijima would then place the item in the shrine in his closet, relishing the new item in his collection. 

This went on for years, up until today. Today, he’d had enough. He’d heard from your friends on campus that you’d scored a date with a boy named ‘Kane,’ causing the large man to drive like a mad man in the direction of your home. 

Seeing you from your room’s curtainless window, his nose flares in anger. You’re in a cute cherry patterned dress, (applying makeup/doing your skincare routine) in your vanity table’s mirror. 

Stomping up your concrete front stairs, he grabs the hidden key in your potted plant outside, and slips inside. Wakatoshi makes his way up your house’s steps, creeping towards your closed door. He can hear music playing, most likely from your phone, and can see your shadow moving from underneath your door. 

Grasping your metal door handle, he steps inside your air freshener infused room. His presence startles you, and he can’t help but feel pleasure at the look of shock on your face. 

“Ushijima-san? What the hell are you doing-?” His large hand grips your throat, dragging you to your lilac coloured sheets. The olive haired man forces you onto your mattress, large body stradling your smaller form. Your weak attempt at freeing yourself is heartwarming, your spluttering and hits seem kitten-like. 

“Why would you go to someone else?” You try to respond, but are unable to, his ministrations not allowing you to breathe. Noticing this, he releases his vice-like grip, merely hovering his calloused hand over your throat. 

“What-” Your voice cracks, causing you to clear your throat, as tears drip down your pretty face, “What are you talking about? Why are you in my house?” 

He ignores your questions, steely gaze glaring down at you, “Kane cannot provide for you. I have a stable income, he does not. I have my own home, he does not. He has no redeemable qualities. I cannot understand why you would wish to date him, when I am already in the picture.”

You start to sob pathetically, not understanding why your scary ex-classmate is assaulting you verbally and physically, “Ushijima, I don’t understand what you’re talking about! I haven’t spoken to you for years-”

His grip around your throat tightens once more, as he speaks through gritted teeth, “We may not have spoken, but I’ve kept a close eye on you. What happened to you ‘focusing on your career?’ You were such a good, hardworking girl until this point, but now you’re suddenly whoring yourself out to an unimpressive boy. Let me show you who you belong to, (Your Name), because it seems that you’ve forgotten.”

 Smacking at his muscular arms, you try to struggle out of his grip. Wakatoshi’s thick fingers tug at the zipper on the side of your dress, slipping it open with ease. He slides the thin straps off of your shoulders, forcing the straps up over your hands, and sliding the entire garment off of you. You’re left in your unmatching strapless bra and panties. He hums in delight at the sight; this must mean that you weren’t going to open your legs for that boy. 

“You look beautiful,” He releases his grip just enough for you to breathe with ease, before ragdolling you over his muscular thigh. Your cute ass is on display to the olive haired man, his warm palm ghosting over the fat, “It’s a shame that I must put you in your place.”

Without warning, he slams his hand down, all whilst his free one covers your mouth. A scream rips from your throat, only to be muffled by your ex-classmate. Raising his previously used hand, he spanks you once more, the skin on your ass feeling like it’s on fire. 

“I’m going to spank you twenty-five times, don’t try to struggle. If you do, I’ll increase it to fifty,” All you can do is sob in response, causing the large man to continue his assault. The ex-volleyball player doesn’t hold back in the slightest, bruising your ass down to the muscle. By the time he’s finished, your entire body is shaking, face slick with snot and tears. Ushijima can’t help but grow hard at your pain fueled expression. You’re just too cute, “Good. Now, let me reward you for your behaviour.”

You shake your head no, muffled pleas of ‘stop’ just barely heard. Your ex-classmate refuses to acknowledge your words, instead pulling your bruising ass against his hard cock. He unbuttons his trousers, pulling out his long, thick cock. It slaps against your bare stomach, as Ushijima shucks your panties and bra off of your body, exposing you fully to him. Removing his hand from your mouth, you’re finally able to speak as he gropes the fat of your tits, “Please stop! Don’t do this! I’m sorry that I refused you in highschool! Why don’t we go on a date right now? I-if we do that, then we can wait-” 

“Shh, there’s no need to panic. We can go to dinner after this; I’ve waited too long for this,” Long fingers reach down to play with your clit, rubbing and squeezing the bundle of nerves with two fingers. His ring finger dips into your opening, forcing your dry walls open. 

“Ushijima, please-”

“Call me Wakatoshi. We’re dating, afterall,” forcing his finger in and out whilst rubbing your clit, making your walls slick without your consent. 

“Wakatoshi-” He removes his finger from inside of you, before quickly replacing it with the tip of his red, precum slicked cock. Without warning, he slips inside, spearing you open painfully. A loud yelp leaves your lips, as more tears drip down your face, “Take it out! Take it out! It hurts so bad!” 

He relishes the way your slightly moistened walls knead him, practically sucking him in. He rubs your clit with quick, small circles, trying to help you accommodate his size. This, in turn, allows his wrist to lay against your tummy, feeling the way your tummy distends with his cock. 

“You’re so tight. I always knew you were perfect for me,” He starts to bounce you on his prick, making it feel like your pussy was being ripped from your body. A small scream leaves your lips at the feeling, only for you to be silenced by a heated kiss. Waka’s body curls into your own, forcing you further onto his cock, and making it even harder for you to get off of him. 

He bucks up into you like a mad man, fucking you on his length at top speed. The pain you previously felt slowly turns into pleasure, as the pressure on your clit increases. A few small moans escape your mouth into his, as he swallows them whole. 

Wakatoshi lightly smacks your clit, making your eyes roll to the back of your head in pleasure. He releases you from the kiss, choosing instead to suck hickies onto your lolling neck. He grunts at the feeling of you tightening with an oncoming orgasm, as he rubs your clit as hard and fast as he can. 

“Cum for me, cum right now. Let your womb swallow my seed, (Your Name), it’s clear that you need my baby to set you straight,” More tears drip down your face as you try to stop yourself from cumming. 

“No! I don’t want a baby!” Waka doesn’t respond, only slapping your clit one last time. A strangled scream erupts from your throat, as you squirt all over him and your light coloured sheets. The force almost knocks him out of you, but he presses you down completely on his cock, allowing him to cum directly against your unprotected cervix. 

Your body shakes with your sobs as you wrap yourself with your arms, and you try to get off of him. Wakatoshi wraps you in a constricting hug, keeping you completely enveloped by his large frame. 

“You’re such a good girl for me, (Your Name). Now, let’s get you home, you clearly can’t be independent. Just rely on me, and I’ll keep you well fed and happy.”

You shake your head no, trying to escape his arms, but it’s no use. He’s so much bigger and stronger than you, making it virtually impossible for you to escape. 

Grabbing your blanket, he wraps you with it, before standing to his feet. His cock is still inside of you, as he walks out of your house, and towards his parked Kei truck. He opens the door, and slips inside, you still cockwarming him. He sets a hand on your distended, cumfilled belly, and sighs in content. 

“Everything will be alright. Let’s get back to the farm, and I’ll make you a nutritious meal. After all, you need to be strong for our growing baby.” 

[waitimcomingtoo]

Adventures in Cat Sitting

Synopsis: Tom is not a cat person, but watches your cat anyway

Masterlist

“Hi baby.” You appeared in the doorway of the living room with a blanket wrapped around your shoulders and a nervous smile on your face. You had a big favor to ask of Tom and you already knew he wasn’t going to like it.

“Hi princess.” Tom sat up on the couch and noticed your face. “You look like you need something.”

“I might.” You shrugged as you sat down on his lap. He immediately wrapped his arms around you to keep you from falling off, clasping his hands together under your spine.

“Let me see if I can help you.” He chuckled as he tugged you closer by the blanket.

“So you know how I have to go away this week for my cousins wedding?” You began, slow as not to startle him.

“Yeah. I miss you already.” He pouted, making you laugh and kiss his lips.

“I miss you too, lover.” You ran your fingers though his hair. “So I was wondering if you could do me a favor.”

“Anything, Princess.” He smiled lazily at you. “What do you need?”

You tugged at his shirt for a moment and avoided eye contact, shrugging a little as if you hadn’t been planning this for days.

“Ineedyoutowatchmycat.” You said quickly.

“What?” Tom furrowed his eyebrows when he didn’t understand you.

“I need you to watch my cat?” You grimaced, finally looking at him. You knew how Tom felt about your cat from the many, many times he told you.

He wasn’t a cat person. Not at all. And your cat in particular seemed to be his sworn enemy. They never got along and you often had to hide him in another room when Tom was over.

“You mean he’s not going to be guarding the pits of hell?” Tom tilted his head in confusion, making you roll your eyes.

“He is not that bad.” You insisted. “You can survive a few days with him.”

“Uh Uh.” Tom shook his head firmly. “You know how I feel about cats. That’s my least favorite kind of pussy.”

Your jaw dropped as he laughed at his own joke, stopping when you smacked his arm.

“Don’t get fresh.” You scolded. “I just need you to watch my cat for a few days.”

“You don’t have a cat.” Tom disagreed. “You have whatever Pandora let out of her box.”

“Oatmeal is really sweet once he warms up to you.” You told him. “You haven’t spent enough time with him to do that.”

“Because every time I get close to him, he hisses at me.” Tom exclaimed.

“Not every time.” You said pointedly. “Just most times.”

“Can’t you put him in the kennel?” Tom whined, knowing he wasn’t going to get out of this.

“He’s not social and I haven’t found one I like.” You pouted, putting on puppy dog eyes to sway him.

“So drop it off in the forest for a few days and let it get some life experience.” Tom shrugged, earning himself another playful smack.

“Tom.” You groaned. “He’ll die out there.”

“We can only hope.” Tom mumbled under his breath.

“I think this will be good for you guys.” You ignored his comment. “You’re the two most important men in my life and I need you to get along.”

“How am I possibly on the same level as that heathen?” Tom held a hand over his chest like he was offended.

“I love you both so much and it kills me that you don’t get along.” You whined, stroking his cheek to pull him back.

“We’d get along just fine if he wasn’t such a bastard.” Tom snapped, making you gasp.

“How many times do I have to tell you not to call my cat a bastard?” You asked. This was a conversation you had had many times as it was Toms preferred nickname for you cat. Tom shrunk down on the couch and looked at the ceiling as he blew out an annoyed huff.

“Sorry.” He mumbled.

“This could be good for us too.” You assured him. “Watching a pet is an integral part in any relationship. I’m giving you all my trust.”

“You’re not giving me your trust.” Tom laughed sharply. “You’re giving me your fat ass demon cat.”

“Come on, please baby?” You jutted yourself bottom lip out. “Oatmeal might grow on you.”

“Aw. Like genital warts?” Tom smiled sarcastically.

“No.” You said flatly. “Not like genital warts.”

“Why do I have to watch him?” Tom complained like a child. “Why can’t you just leave him in a box with some food and water?”

“Would you like that if I did that to you?” You raised a skeptical eyebrow at him.

“If there was alcohol in the box, then yeah.” He shrugged. “I might just enjoy myself.”

You realized you weren’t getting anywhere and pulled away from him with a new approach ready.

“Fine.” You sighed and dramatically looked away. “If you don’t want to watch my cat, I’ll just have to find a boyfriend who will.”

You started to get up but Tom immediately pulled you back, making you giggle as he held on firmly. He had finally caved and you knew it.

“Woah woah wait.” He nuzzled into your neck and left kisses there before sighing. “I’ll watch your bastard child.”

“You’ll what?” You texted him.

“I’ll watch your precious fur baby.” He said through a fake smile. You twisted your body and wrapped your arms around him, kissing every inch of his face you could reach.

“Thank you.” You gushed. “You’re a life saver.”

“You’re welcome, darling.” He chuckled as he lovingly rubbed your back. “You better remember this if I ever need a kidney.”

“I don’t think the two things carry equal weight.” You tilted your head playfully and laughed.

“They don’t.” He agreed. “You’re welcome for letting you off easy.”

Rolling your eyes at your boyfriend, you decided not to fight back since he was doing you a favor. Instead, you opted for kissing him long and deep to show your appreciation.

“Thanks for doing this.” You mumbled against his lips. “I know you don’t like cats so I appreciate it. I owe you one.”

“Mind if I collect my toll now?” Tom smirked as he flipped you onto your back, making you laugh loudly.

“Not at all.”

Sunday

“This is his food.” You handed Tom a pink bag with whiskers stitched on. “He gets two cups a day, dry at morning and wet at night. He won’t eat unless you scratch him behind the ears after you put it in his bowl.”

“I’m not putting my hands anywhere near that thing.” Tom shook his head as he took the bag. “It has a bloodlust.”

Oatmeal was nestled in your arms, staring at Tom with a vengeance. Tom stared back with wide eyes, already feeling his pulse quicken.

“No he does not.” You cooed as you scratched Oatmeal behind the ears. “Make sure to keep an eye on his water bowl and never give him milk. It’s bad for his teeth.”

“Right. Wouldn’t want him losing his razor sharp little death traps.” Tom said sarcastically, seemingly speaking directly to the cat. “If he bites me, I’ll bite him right back.”

“Tom.” You sighed deeply. “I shouldn’t have to say this, but do not bite my cat.”

Oatmeal suddenly bared his teeth and hissed at Tom, making Tom gasp.

“Did you hear what he just said to me?” Tom exclaimed as he pointed to the cat.

“He’s just getting used to you, is all.” You shrugged as you set Oatmeal down on the ground. He took a careful step towards Tom before hissing again.

“He did it again!” Tom jumped into your arms in the style of Shaggy and Scooby. “He called me a slur.”

“No he didn’t.” You laughed as you set Tom down. “His treats are in the bag. Only one a day and none if he’s naughty.”

“I didn’t realize he had a setting other than naughty.” Tom sassed your cat, making him hiss once again. Tom looked at you for help and you sighed.

“Hey, behave.” You scolded Oatmeal as you stroked him. “His toys are in the bag too. He gets pretty feisty with the fish on a string so don’t go near him when he’s playing with it.”

Oatmeal jumped up on a chair and leaned towards Tom, peering at him as if extended an olive branch. Tom looked at you and you nodded, encouraging him to reach out towards the animal. Oatmeal leaned forward and sniffed Tom’s hand before snapping at him. Tom jerked his hand back and cradled it, though he wasn’t actually bitten.

“I don’t think I can do this.” Tom said suddenly. “He’s gonna put a hex on me.”

“Tom, please?” You whined when he went back on his offer. “I have to leave now and there’s no one else who can take him.”

“Give him to one of your friends.” Tom whimpered as he hid behind you. “What about Stacy? Don’t you hate her?”

“All my friends are either allergic or coming on the trip with me.” You pleaded with him.

“There has to be someone else who can watch this hell beast.” Tom spat as he shot daggers at Oatmeal. You chewed your bottom lip as you thought of way to keep him on board until something came to you.

“Well, my ex watched him a couple times.” You shrugged casually as you picked Oatmeal back up. “Maybe I can call him and-“

“I’ll watch the damn cat.” Tom cut you off, always the jealous type. “Come here baby.”

He cooed and walked towards Oatmeal, who swiped at him with his claws.

“Ah! Bitch!” He screamed and jumped away from

“Are you sure?” You innocently batted your eyelashes. “I’m sure he’d be more than happy to-“

“La la la la la.” Tom held his hands over his ears and sang loudly. “Enough about him. I’ll watch Oatmeal. It’s just two days right?”

“Four days.” You kept a smile on your face so you wouldn’t worry him.

“Four days?” He gasped. “How many people is she getting married to?”

“Just one. Who knows? If this goes well, maybe she’ll be flying out to my wedding soon.” You flirted as you held his chin between your fingers. This pulled a smile out of Tom, making him walk to you and wrap his arms around you. You fitted your face into the crook of his neck and left a kiss there, taking in your last few moments with him before you left.

“I’ll miss you, princess.” He mumbled as he rubbed soft circles onto your back.

“I’ll miss you too.” You sighed, resting your chin on his shoulder. You pulled away after a long time and kissed him, letting it linger until you couldn’t breath. You patted his cheek softly before bending down and petting Oatmeal.

“Amd I’ll miss you Mr. Fluffy Pants.” You cooed as you picked him up. “Who has the fluffiest pants?”

“I believe that’s his feline obesity.” Tom said sweetly as he narrowed his eyes at your cat.

“Funny.” You stuck your tongue out at him. “I’ll see you Wednesday.”

“Don’t be late.” He pouted, feeling his heart sink as you collected your things. You noticed his forlorn demeanor and hugged him again, taking in the scent of his cologne.

“How could I stay away from my baby?” You mumbled into his ear. You pulled away and jutted your bottom lip out before smiling wickedly.

“And I’ll miss you too.” You added as you pulled away. Tom rolled his eyes at you while you opened his door.

“Hilarious.” He replied sarcastically. “I’m laughing my-“

The door shut.

“-ass off.” He said weakly as silence settled into his home. He let out a sigh as he stared at the door, the smell of your perfume still lingering on his skin. He hated being apart from you, even if it was just for a few days. Tom’s reminiscing was cut short by a hatch meow from the floor. Tom jumped, having forgotten all about the cat he had promised to watch. Oatmeal stalked over to Tom and sat down in front of him as if to mock him.

“Listen you little whore.” Tom pointed an angry finger at the car. “I’m in charge. There will be no shenanigans this week, you hear me? Not one single shenanigan. That means no scratching the furniture, no shedding, and absolutely no napping in sunbeams. And I swear to God, if you piss on my rug, I’ll kill you. I will kill you with my bare hands. You hear me?”

The silence in the room was replaced with tension as Oatmeal silently stared at Tom with narrowed eyes. Finally, he let out a soft meow.

“Shut up.” Tom jumped again. “I’ll kill you.”

Oatmeal took another step towards Tom, making Tom take a step back. Oatmeal seemed to like this and sat down again.

“Why are you staring at me?” Tom snapped. “Do you want to fight?”

Oatmeal lifted his paw and put it back down, almost like he was stamping his foot. He let out a whine and took another step towards Tom, meowing towards the bag you had given him.

“Oh. It’s 6.” Tom realized. “You’re hungry, aren’t you?”

Oatmeal meowed again, louder this time.

“Don’t use that tone with me.” Toms voice cracked. “My beloved just left and I’m very sensitive right now.”

Oatmeal tilted his head to stare at him, silently judging Tom as he wiped away a tear. Tom composed himself quickly and went over to the bag you’d left, taking out Oatmeal’s pink bowls and bag of food. Oatmeal jumped up on the counter to watch Tom as he prepared the food, both of them sneaking glances at each other every once in a while. Tom stuck his tongue out at the cat before setting his food on the ground.

“Here you go, fatass.” Tom snapped, taking a step back when Oatmeal walked over to the bowl. Oatmeal sniffed the food skeptically before looking up at Tom as if he was waiting for something.

“I’m not scratching you behind the ears.” Tom scoffed with hands on his hips. “You’re not royalty.”

Oatmeal let out a howl and pawed at the bowl, demanding his ear scratches.

“Starve, then.” Tom shrugged. “See if I care.”

Oatmeal hissed at Tom, who responded with the middle finger. He kept his middle finger up and directed at Oatmeal as he walked out of the room, going into his bed room to calm down. After five minutes of thinking, he went back to the kitchen.

“After care consideration I’ve realized Y/n will break up with me if I kill her cat, which is fair.” Tom announced as he walked to Oatmeal. “That is why I’m doing this. Not because I care about you or your well-being.”

Oatmeal meowed softly and pawed at the bowl again, making Tom roll his eyes as he crouched down.

“Here are your little bitch scratches behind your little bitch ears.” Tom grumbled as he scratched the cat. Oatmeal purred in satisfaction before eating the entirety of his bowl. Tom backed away and watched him, smiling a little at how docile he seemed. He quickly wiped the smile off his face as Oatmeal finished and looked up at him.

“I need to call my brother about a script we’re writing, not that it’s any of your business.” Tom said as he looked at the floor. “Don’t bother me while I’m on the phone.”

Oatmeal didn’t pay any attention to Tom, instead busying himself with cleaning his left paw. Tom narrowed his eyes at the cat and huffed out an angry breath.

“Whatever. I know you care You just won’t admit it because you’re jealous.” Tom laughed bitterly as he stared daggers at Oatmeal. Oatmeal continued to ignore Tom as he began licking his other paw.

“You’re jealous that I have abs and you have a flabby cat tummy that drags on the floor.” Tom continued, determined to get the cats attention. “And we both know which one Y/n prefers.”

Oatmeal flicked his eyes to Tom before lifting a leg and licking his nether regions. Tom gasped and touched a hand to his chest in offense.

“You’re disgusting.” Tom spat. “I’m leaving.”

Tom turned on his heel and heard a meow from behind him as he walked away, resembling a taunting laugh.

“Don’t follow me!” Tom called once he got to his office. He sat down at his desk and rubbed his tired eyes before dialing his brother.

Forty minutes later, Tom and Harry were knee deep in their script. They had gotten to standstill, unable to come to an agreement with where to take the story.

“Right, right.” Tom nodded as he rested his chin in his hands. “I was thinking for - - oh for Gods sake.”

Tom’s attention was claimed by Oatmeal slipping in through the crack in the door, letting out a meow to announce his presence. Harry saw Tom’s jaw clench as he stared at the cat offscreen, leaning closer to the camera to get a better look.

“Was that a cat?” Harry asked as he watched his brother swat at something to his left.

“Hey!” Tom bellowed as Oatmeal jumped up on the desk. “No feet on the table!”

“Mate, who are you yelling at?” Harry tapped the screen repeatedly to get his brothers attention.

“Oatmeal.” Tom grumbled, jerking his neck at the cat as if to challenge him to a fight.

“Y/n’s cat?” Harry chuckled, knowing all about his brothers hatred of cats. “Why is he at your place?”

“Shes at her cousins wedding this week.” Tom pouted. “I told her I’d watch the furry bastard.”

“How’s that going?” Harry smiled teasingly, already having an idea of how it was going. Before Tom could answer, Oatmeal walked in front of his phone and knocked it down with his tail. He let out a proud purr as Tom picked his phone back up.

“Shut up!” He shrieked. “I’m on the phone!”

“Tom! Stop yelling at the cat.” Harry snapped his fingers at Tom. “I asked you how it was going.”

Tom tore his eyes away from Oatmeal, who had made himself comfortable in one of Tom’s desk drawers.

“Not great, man.” Tom shook his head. “Not great.”

Monday

“I’m home.” Tom announced as he walked into his front door. “Did you kill any children and eat their souls while I was gone?”

Oatmeal didn’t come to the door right away like a dog would, making Tom worry briefly. He set his grocery bags down and knelt to the ground, patting his thighs the way he would do to call Tessa. It’s not that Tom was dying to see him, he just didn’t want to be the guy who lost his girlfriends cat. Much to his relief, Oatmeal appeared from around the corner, the bell around his neck jingling.

“There you are.” Tom sighed as he stood up. “You look like shit.”

Oatmeal hissed and pranced over to the couch, stretching out his limbs in a sunbeam before laying down. As his body his the couch, tufts of hair flew into the air. Tom’s eyes widened in surprise before running over to the couch to investigate. Even though it had been less than a day, Oatmeal had managed to get his fur all over the couch.

“Excuse me? What is this?” Tom demanded as he picked up some fur between his fingers. Oatmeal rolled onto his side and stared at Tom with unblinking eyes.

“What did I say about shedding? You think this is some brothel that you can defile with your fur? It’s not.” Tom snapped, stomping over to the hall closet to get the vacuum. He plugged it into the wall, shooting angry glared at Oatmeal every few seconds.

“Unbelievable.” Tom pretended to gag as he vacuumed up the hair. “You disgust me.”

Oatmeal flicked his tail back and forth, causing the fur Tom had missed to float into the air. Tom shook his fist at the cat before getting his food out and putting it in the bowl.

“I’m taking a shower.” He grumbled as he rinsed his hands. “Eat your damn food.”

Tuesday

“Oatmeal? Come in here.”

Tom stood with his hands on his hips, impatiently tapping his foot as he waited for the damned cat to come. When he didn’t show, Tom balled his fists in frustration and let out a silent scream.

“Oh my God. SPSPSPSPS.” Tom yelled, spit flying from his mouth as he called the cat once again. Oatmeal waltzed into the room, taking his sweet time to get to where Tom was.

“Do you want to explain to me what this is?” Tom asked angrily as he pointed to the surprise Oatmeal had left on the floor while he was working out. Oatmeal sat down and tilted his head at Tom, daring him to raise his voice.

“You’ve done it.” Tom nodded as he tightened his lips into a line. “You’ve shit on my floor.”

Oatmeal purred before turning his attention to his paw, loudly cleaning it to show Tom he had no shame.

“The disrespect you’ve shown for my hard wood is astounding.” Tom pointed a finger at him. “You’re a fiend. A sneaky, fatass little fiend.”

Oatmeal looked towards the kitchen table and meowed before looking back at Tom. He shook his body out, fur flying everywhere and settling in the air.

“Why must you insult me in this way? Why wouldn’t you go in your-“ Tom cut himself off when he looked at the litter box, still on the kitchen table where he left it. So that was what Oatmeal had been looking at.

“Oh. I told you not to put your feet on the table.” Tom realized the cat had listened to him after all. Oatmeal had pooped on the floor, but only because Tom failed to put the litter box down. Oatmeal let out a quiet meow and walked over to Tom, hitting his leg with his tail.

“No, I get it.” Tom sighed as he went to get cleaning supplies. “We were both at fault. I mean, I wasn’t the one who shit on the floor, but we both made a mistake.”

Oatmeal circled Tom’s body before taking a seat at his feet, peering up at him with wide eyes. Tom felt guilty as he looked at the animal, knowing he could never understand that he was sorry for yelling at him. He walked to the table and got the litter box, setting it down where Oatmeal could access it.

“Here.” He said softly. “Sorry about that.”

Oatmeal walked over to the box and looked up at Tom, giving Tom the impression that he was forgiven. But of course, Oatmeal still had a cold side. He hissed viciously at Tom before stepping into the littler box.

“Fine.” Tom scoffed. “I’m not sorry.”

Your cat and your boyfriend stared at each other for a long time, neither wanting to be the one to leave. That was a sign of weakness, and they were both determined to dominate the other.

“I’m getting frozen yogurt.” Tom said suddenly, unable to take the tension any longer. He grabbed his keys and left without another word.

Less than an hour later, Tom returned home with a ring of chocolate frozen yogurt around his mouth. He locked the front door and turned his light on, jumping when he saw Oatmeal sitting in the middle of the floor with a vacant stare.

“Jesus. Warn a guy, would you?” Tom rolled his eyes as he held a hand over his heart. “You could’ve given me a heart attack.”

Oatmeal stayed silent as Tom put his keys in the bowl by the door, his eyes following Tom’s every move.

“Yeah, you would’ve liked that, wouldn’t you?” Tom narrowed his eyes at Oatmeal before washing his hands in the kitchen sink. Oatmeal let out a loud hiss, making Tom jump out of his skin. He had crossed the room to get to Tom, all without making a sound, and sat himself at his feet. Tom stumbled back, only stopping when his back hit the wall. His heart pounded in his ears from the scare, and if he didn’t know any better, he could’ve sworn Oatmeal was laughing at him. Not wanting to show weakness, Tom quickly collected himself and stood up straight.

“Alright listen here you little bitch.” Tom snapped. “I don’t like you. And if I wasn’t seriously in love with your owner, I would microwave you. I would put you in the microwave and watch you rotate just like them damn rotisserie chickens until you blew up. And then I would set the microwave on fire.”

Oatmeal let out a long meow, sounding insulted by Tom’s words. His eyes softened upon hearing the hurt in the cats voice, fixing his body language to not look as menacing.

“Okay I wouldn’t do all that, but I would drive out to a really far place and leave you there. And that’s basically the same thing.” Tom shouted as he folded his arms. Oatmeal dragged his paw behind his ear and purred, taking no interest in Tom or his threats.

“Shut the fuck up.” Tom hissed. Oatmeal hissed back and swiped a paw at Tom.

“I’ll shave you.” Tom threaten as he backed away. “I will shave you bare.”

Oatmeal continued to advance on him, backing the actor into a corner.

“You don’t think I’d do it?” Tom asked with a shaky voice. “I’ll get the buzzer right now. Do you know how ugly you’ll look?”

Oatmeal stopped in his place and sat down, leaning back on his front paws to stretch.

“That’s right.” Tom laughed sharply. “You’ll look like an uncooked chicken breast. Fuck you.”

Oatmeal watched Tom curiously as he left the room, satisfied with how the conversation went.

Wednesday

Tom sat at his kitchen island, slowing sipping his fourth glass of wine. It had gotten to the point in the week where he missed you too much to do much of anything, which resulted him getting drunk early in the day. He had been locked in a staring contest with Oatmeal for quite some time, never breaking eye contact as he poured his next glass.

“What are you looking at?” Tom slurred as he brought the wine glass to his lips. Oatmeal said nothing, blinking slowly at Tom as he drank.

“So what?” Tom shrugged. “My girlfriend is gone. I can get drunk at 2 pm.”

Oatmeal tilted his head to the side, something Tom was growing to resent.

“How dare you judge me?” He spoke slowly, heavily intoxicated now. “You’re not even wearing clothes.”

Oatmeal let out a soft meow, making a smile tug at Toms lips.

“Heh heh.” He chuckled as he took another sip. “Imagine that? You’d look pretty stupid in clothes.”

Oatmeal took a few steps toward Tom, sweetly purring as he rubbed himself against Toms legs.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to call you stupid.” Tom said softly. “If anyone’s stupid, it’s me. I should’ve gone with Y/n. I miss her so much.”

Oatmeal peered up at Tom with kind eyes, the first docile interaction between them.

“Yeah.” Tom smiled as reached down to scratch his ears. “Me too.”

Oatmeal jumped onto the chair, and then into Toms lap, nuzzling himself against his neck. Tom happily stroked his soft fur, liking this newfound civility between them.

“This is gonna sound crazy, but what can I say? I’m a crazy guy.” Tom laughed heartily. “Do you want to drink with me? Do you just wanna go crazy and drink away the day?”

Oatmeal looked up at Tom and meowed, making Tom smile.

“Hell yeah!” He cheered. He picked Oatmeal up with one hand and grabbed the wine bottle with the other. After setting Oatmeal down on the ground, he poured wine into his water bowl.

“Wine is for cats! Wine is for people! Wine is for people and cats and people.” Tom sang happily. Oatmeal purred as he watched Tom, curious about the unknown liquid in his bowl.

“Thats right.” Tom agreed. “It’s also for church.”

Oatmeal sniffed the wine and pulled away, the sour smell sending a shiver through his body. He waltzed over to a sunbeam that was lighting up the floor and laid down, letting the sun warm his body. Tom stared at him for a moment before shrugging and laying down beside the cat.

“Do you believe in God?” Tom asked as he looked over at him. Oatmeal let out a small meow, to which Tom raised his eyebrows.

“You’re crazy, man.” Tom shook his head and patted his chest. “You’re a crazy dude.”

He laid in the sun with Oatmeal in silence for a moment, taking in the warmth from the floor.

“It’s so warm down here.” Tom sighed in content. “It’s like a hug from the sun.”

Oatmeal swatted his tail towards Tom, making Tom smile. Tom reaching over and rubbed Oatmeal’s tummy, his attention diverting to the bell on his collar. He took it between his fingers and saw your name and address engraved on it, sighing again as he was reminded about how much he missed you.

“I have to tell you man, I love her so much.” Tom pouted wistfully. “Y/n is the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Tom smiled as Oatmeal purred in understanding.

“You want another drink you crazy bastard?” He asked the cat as he got off the floor. He poured some wine into his glass, and then some into Oatmeal’s already full bowl.

“Me too, man. Me too.” Tom said as he took another sip and got back on the floor.

“You know, Oatmeal isn’t that bad of a name. I can see why she named you that, though.” Tom thought out loud as he stroked the cats fur. “You’re the exact color of her favorite kind. The maple brown sugar one, you know? She gets so excited in the winter when it’s one sale. I’ve seen her clear a whole shelf into her shopping cart. And then she sits down at the table when her hair is still messy and lets it warm her up. She puts her little spoon in it and blows on it even though it’s never that hot. She’s so cute, man. I love her so much. I could watch her eat oatmeal everyday.”

Oatmeal purred as he rubbed his head against Toms hand.

“I know.” Tom chuckled. “We really are lucky.”

Tom situated himself into a more comfortable position on the floor and held his hand up, letting the sun rays shine through his fingers and illuminate the cat hair in the air.

“I gotta say, you’re really onto something with this whole napping in sunbeams deal.” Tom commented. “I’m quite enjoying this.”

Tom was too busy drinking on the floor to hear his front door open. You set your bags down and went into the living room, smiling in confusion when you saw your boyfriend and your cat on the ground.

“Tom?” You laughed at the sight. “I’m home.”

Toms eyes widened as he sprang off the floor, the wine in his glass sloshing around as he stood up.

“It was his idea!” He exclaimed, pointing an accusatory finger at your cat.

“Oh really?” You humored him. “What are you guys doing?”

“We…sunbeam.” Tom explained as he weakly pointed at the sunbeam, still too drunk to form a real sentence.

“I see.” You chuckled as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You placed a welcomed kiss to his lips, immediately tasting the bitter wine.

“Are you drunk?” You asked as you finally noticed the wine glass in his hand.

“Maybe.” Tom giggled as he struggled to stand up straight.

“Never mind that.” Your eyes shifted to Oatmeal and the vacant spot next to him that your boyfriend previously inhabited. “Were you just…cuddling my cat?”

“No.” Tom said quickly. “We were both laying there and you happened to walk in during the brief moment we touched. That’s all.”

“Why were you on the floor?” You questioned as you took the wine glass from his hand and took a sip. Tom opened his mouth but found no words coming out, opting to change the subject instead.

“Come here!” He smiled as he pulled you in for a long hug. “I missed you. Tell me all about your trip.”

“I picked up food from your favorite restaurant. Let’s eat and I’ll tell you everything.” You suggested as you pulled away.

“That sounds perfect.” He sighed, suddenly realizing how hungry he was. “I’m starved.”

You pulled him in for another kiss before bending down to greet your cat.

“Hello baby.” You cooed as you scratched behind Oatmeal’s ears. “Were you a good boy for Tom?”

“He was all right.” Tom shrugged, sending a wink to the cat. “Nothing to report.”

“You spend all that time whining about watching him but you have nothing to report?” You asked skeptically as you stood back up.

“It was pretty mellow.” Tom said dismissively, not wanting to get into the multiple fights they had. You squinted at Tom as if you didn’t believe him and folded your arms.

“Hm. Maybe he did put that hex on you after all.” You teased. “I’m gonna change real quick and move my bags.”

“Okay. I missed you.” Tom pulled you by the hand and kissed you again before you could leave the room.

“I missed you more.” You gave him another quick kiss and grimaced. “You taste like alcohol.”

“I’ll set the table, princess.” He called after you as you walked towards his bedroom.

“Thank you!” You called back.

Tom got to work setting the table and putting the bag of food near the place settings. You came back in no time in one of his large T-shirts and a pair of his boxers. Tom smiled softly, always happy to see you in his clothing.

“You look comfy.” He commented as he pulled you towards him by the waist.

“I am.” You hummed. “That was such a long flight. I don’t know why I wore jeans.”

“Well at least you’re home now. I couldn’t handle us being apart for another day.” He pouted while resting his forehead against yours.

“Me either.” You smiled at him until your eyes shifted to the wall behind him, noticing something strange right away.

“Tom?” You asked as you pulled your head back.

“Yes, love?” He answered, obviously to the concerned look on your face.

“Why is there wine in Oatmeal’s food bowl?”

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