#she kept asking for my permission and help and told me my hair was pretty

[anxietyfrappuccino]

i swear, if i get sick because my little cousin coughed all over my arm 😭

[aothotties]

How they help you get over someone

| Eren| Reiner | Jean | Levi |

Word count: 624

Warnings: nerdy!armin, oral (f. receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, doggy style, hair pulling, unprotected sex, armin has an attitude :)

“Oh, Armin” you whined out as he sucked on your sensitive clit. Your fingers tangled in his blonde locks and you pushed his face deeper into your cunt 

You came to his apartment to study for your finals but as you were going over the materials you received a text from your best friend. She informed you that your situationship was seen out with someone else.

Your heart was crushed. For 1, it hurt you that he was sneaking around behind your back, but you were more upset at yourself. You knew what type of guy he was and you fell for it anyway. 

You couldn't stop the tears from falling and Armin was scrambling trying to get you to stop crying.

He listened to you tell him the story between sobs and placed his hand on your thigh to comfort you

“I'm sorry this happened to you. I'm here for you” he said to you then placed a sweet kiss on your cheek. “I wish i could make it all better for you”

And that's how you ended us spread out on his bed with him eating you like his favorite meal.

Armin slowly licked your folds and inserted a finger in your greedy cunt. He curled it upward hitting that spot while he started relentlessly sucking your clit 

“Cum on my face baby girl” he said and he continued to hit you favorite spot with his long finger

As if on command your legs began to shake as that knot in your stomach released. You came over his face as your thighs tried to close from the pleasure but he held them open. HIs tongue didn't stop until you came down from your high

Armin swiftly turned you around and lifted your ass in the air. He moaned at the sight of your pretty cunt glistening in front of him.

He inserted himself and you let out a whine as his dick filled you. Armin wasted no time fucking you, giving you hard thrusts as he watched you ass recoil against him everytime he pushed his dick in you 

You were overstimulated and tears spilled out as he fucked you.

“Better be crying over my dick and not that little boy” he said through gritted teeth

“No-not crying for him. Feel s’good baby” you moaned and buried your face in the pillow, embarrassed that the smartest, nerdiest, boy in your lecture had you in tears from his cock.

He grabbed your hair and pulled you up so that your back was against his chest 

“Let me hear you moaning my name baby ,Don't be shy” he whispered in you ear before softly nibbling at the lobe

His name rolled off your tongue over and over as he kept bullying your throbbing cunt.

The way your pussy squeezed him had him seeing stars. He just couldn't help but think that guy was dumb for not appreciating your warm wet cunt.

You couldn’t help cumming on his dick and your body shook from the feeling of you spilling onto him.

Armin groaned loudly in your ear and he quickened the pace of his hips

“You think he’d be mad if you were walking around with my baby inside you, hm? Gonna let me fill that beautiful little pussy and make me a father?” he asked you as he got closer to the edge 

Cock drunk, you told him yes and gave him permission to fill you to the brim. He pushed your head back down on the pillow and his fingers dug into your soft flesh as he came inside your needy cunt.

“He’s a dumbass, I'll never leave, I can promise you that” he said as he slipped out and laid next to you.

[mrsportgas]

The Neightbor CHAPTER 3.

Summary: The story takes place in the real world. Shanks, your unbearable neighbor, makes you a proposition that you're unsure whether to reject. It could be the start of a friendship, or maybe something more?

SHANKS X YOU

WARNING: Except for the first chapter, the rest will contain scenes of sex and violence, making this fanfic strictly +18.

TAG LIST: @buggsclownie @commanderfreethatdust

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

SHANKS POV

Everything was calm. I was at the bar, sharing laughs with my friends and a group of girls who had decided to join the conversation. One of them kept touching my arm and flirting shamelessly, but being the gentleman I am, I just keep talking to her to be nice, but my mind was elsewhere.

I watched Y/N as she walked towards the bar and I noticed something different in her face, like she was dealing with a dilemma.

She was walking quickly, with an expression of determination that intrigued me. I couldn’t help but let my eyes follow her, from her gaze to her body. Every move she made had me captivated, but I didn’t let it show on my face. I didn’t want to draw too much attention.

Before I could process what was going on, Y/N was in front of me. In a move I didn’t see coming, her hands slid up my neck, getting closer to me so quickly and decisively that I barely had time to react. I felt her lips press against mine with overwhelming passion, without a second thought.

For an instant, I froze. The initial surprise quickly faded, and my instincts took over. My hands found her waist, pulling her towards me, while my other hand went to her hair, gripping it firmly. I responded to her kiss with the same intensity, our tongues meeting in a battle of desire. Around me, I heard the cheers and laughter of my friends, but all that faded into the background. We were immersed in our own world, though I sensed there was something deeper behind this kiss.

Y/N pulled away from me, her face flushed with embarrassment. My eyes quickly met hers, but then I noticed something that disturbed me: her wrist, reddened. I lowered my gaze to it, and my expression hardened.

"Did he hurt you?" I asked, with clear concern in my voice.

She didn’t answer immediately, just lowered her gaze to her wrist. My jaw tightened. What had happened to bring her to this point?

"What happened, Y/N?" I pressed, trying to keep the irritation that was starting to bubble up inside me under control. She remained silent, but I didn’t need more to understand that someone had done something to her. The atmosphere around us started to shift. The confusion on her face told me something was wrong.

I gently took her hand and guided her to a quieter corner of the bar, where the laughter and noise of the party began to fade. I didn’t want her to feel any more pressure than necessary.

"Are you alright, pretty? Do you want me to take you home?" I asked, trying to ease the tension in the air. But she shook her head, clearly trying to compose herself.

"Who’s that guy?" I asked again, more calmly this time, moving a little closer while my hand softly caressed her back.

"He's my ex… He won't leave me alone," she admitted, closing her eyes. The exhaustion in her voice made it clear this wasn’t something new for her. But what she said next surprised me.

"I'm sorry about before… I was an idiot. I shouldn’t have kissed you without your permission."

I couldn’t help but smile inwardly. Was she apologizing for kissing me? It wasn’t necessary, but what concerned me most at that moment was the situation with that guy. My eyes scanned the room, and sure enough, there he was, watching the scene with an arrogant smile. Ah, so that’s why Y/N had done it, to get rid of him.

"I can´t handle the situation anymore, I don´t know what else to do".

I stepped closer to her, gently pushing her body with mine, my lips finding hers again. This time the kiss was more intense, full of intention. I wanted to make something clear, not just to Y/N, but to her ex. This wasn’t just a game. As we lost ourselves in that kiss once again, I was aware of her vulnerability, but also of the gaze that was watching us from a distance.

Then, with a soft whisper in her ear, I asked, "Do you trust me?" My breath mingled with the warmth of her skin as I lightly bit her earlobe. I felt her nod, surrendering completely to the moment.

I couldn’t help but smile, enjoying the control I had over the situation. Slowly, I lifted the hem of her dress a bit, sliding my hand underneath to firmly grip her ass. My fingers sank into her skin as I returned to her mouth, devouring her with a restrained desire. I knew Kid was watching, and I wanted him to know one thing: he didn’t stand a chance here.

I kissed Y/N with more intensity, feeling her body surrender to mine. My hand remained firmly on her ass, gripping her as if to mark my territory, sending a clear message to anyone watching. Her soft sighs between our kisses only fueled the fire that was burning inside me.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the boy standing there, his face twisted in fury. His hands clenched into fists, knuckles turning white as his body trembled with frustration. The sight of Y/N in my arms, especially with my hand gripping her so intimately, was pushing him to his limit. His arrogant smirk from earlier had completely vanished, replaced by a storm of rage and humiliation.

But I didn’t stop. I wanted him to feel every second of this. I wanted him to understand that Y/N was no longer his to claim or torment. Each kiss, each touch, each pull of her body closer to mine was a deliberate act of defiance.

I could feel Y/N’s heartbeat racing against my chest, the mix of adrenaline and desire palpable between us. Her breath came out in soft gasps as I broke the kiss, moving my lips down to her neck, tasting her skin. I heard her whisper my name, barely audible, as I kissed her gently, my hand still holding her tightly.

In the background, the atmosphere began to shift. Kid’s fury was hard to ignore now. He took a few steps forward, his jaw clenched, eyes burning with anger as he shouted over the noise of the party, "Get your damn hands off her!"

The tension in the air thickened, and I felt Y/N stiffen slightly in my arms. I pulled back just enough to lock eyes with Kid, who now stood glaring at me, looking ready to burst.

"What's the problem?" I asked calmly, my voice deliberately cool and collected. I didn’t move an inch, my hand still resting on Y/N, making it clear that I wasn’t intimidated.

"She's not yours!" he spat, his voice trembling with fury. "You don’t get to touch her like that!"

I smirked, tilting my head slightly, enjoying the look of frustration that crossed his face. "Looks like she doesn’t belong to you either," I replied, my tone sharp, watching the fire in his eyes grow. "Maybe you should learn to take a hint."

The words hit him hard, and I could see the veins in his neck pulsing as his rage built up. But I wasn’t about to let this escalate into a fight, not yet. I leaned closer to Y/N, pressing a soft kiss to her temple before whispering in her ear, "Stay close to me."

She nodded, her fingers tightening their grip on my shirt, as though she trusted me to handle the situation. And I would.

Kid’s temper was getting the better of him, and it was obvious he was on the edge of losing control. His eyes darted between Y/N and me, and for a second, I thought he might actually come at me. But I didn’t flinch. I knew exactly how to handle men like him, hot-headed and desperate for control.

"You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into" Kid growled, taking another step forward, his chest heaving with barely contained rage. "She’s mine. Always has been. You’re just some passing fling."

I chuckled softly, shaking my head. "No. She’s not yours. And judging by the way she kissed me, I don’t think she ever wants to be again."

The crowd around us had quieted down now, sensing the tension. My friends stood ready in case things escalated further, but I wasn’t too worried. I knew the boy would think twice before throwing the first punch in front of so many witnesses. Still, I wasn’t going to let my guard down.

"You talk a big game, but let’s face it… You’re nothing to her now," I said, keeping my eyes locked on his, the smirk never leaving my lips. "So why don’t you be smart for once, and walk away before this gets worse for you?"

Kid’s face turned crimson, his breathing heavy and erratic. He clenched his fists tighter, but after a long, tense moment, he finally seemed to realize that this was a fight he couldn’t win. Not like this.

"You’ll regret this," he hissed, glaring at me one last time before storming off, pushing through the crowd angrily.

I let out a small breath of relief as he disappeared from sight. The tension in the room began to ease, and the noise of the party slowly resumed. I looked down at Y/N, who was still holding onto me tightly, her eyes wide with a mixture of relief and lingering anxiety.

"You okay?" I asked softly, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. She nodded, still catching her breath, but there was a quiet strength in her expression now.

I smiled and pulled her close again, my hand resting on her back. "He won’t bother you anymore, I promise"

YOUR POV

When we parted, I felt as though the world around us had changed somehow, as if all the chaos surrounding us had faded away. The curious stares, the murmurs of people, even the distant echo of Kid’s fury… none of it mattered anymore. It was just Shanks and me.

“Thank you,” I whispered, barely aware that I had spoken. “For… everything.” I didn’t know how to express what I was feeling. Shanks hadn’t just defended me; he had made me feel valued in a way I hadn’t felt in a long time.

“You don’t need to thank me,” Shanks replied, his voice deep and filled with a calmness that wrapped around me. “Besides, now we’re even. A kiss for a kiss.”

I looked around, noticing how the party was slowly returning to its normal flow. Laughter and music once again filled the air, and although I could still feel the occasional glance thrown our way, I no longer cared. We walked back toward the group, and Shanks drifted off to chat with his friends while mine approached me.

"Oh my God, Y/N, are you okay? I don’t even know what just happened," Nami said, breathless.

“I’m fine, girls. I’d rather forget about it… and about Kid.”

"Yeah, let’s just go home," Nami continued.

“Actually, girls… I think I’ll stay here… with them,” Robin said casually.

“With them… or with someone specific, Robin?” Nami teased, laughing.

“Alright, just give us a call if you need anything. You’re not staying, Nami?”

“I will, but only if you don’t leave by yourself,” Nami said, winking at me.

I glanced over at Shanks. He gave me a sense of calm I couldn’t deny. I watched him from afar, talking to his friends, his relaxed and confident demeanor making it seem as though what had just happened didn’t affect him at all.

But I still felt the fire burning inside me. Not just because of what had happened with Kid, but because of what Shanks had awakened in me. From the moment his hands had brushed against my body, his mouth claiming mine, everything had changed. Something inside me had ignited, and I knew that this night wouldn’t simply end with a casual chat and goodbye.

Shanks turned back toward me, a sly smile forming on his lips as if he already knew what I was thinking. He stopped right in front of me, his gaze locked intensely on mine.

“Ready to go?” he asked, his tone casual, but the spark in his eyes told me there was nothing casual about his suggestion.

I nodded, my heart racing. I wanted to be with him, to feel the connection we had shared in every kiss, every touch.

We got into Shanks' car, a comfortable silence filling the space. He slid into the driver’s seat, and I settled into the passenger seat, still feeling the warmth of his proximity on my skin.

The engine purred softly as we pulled away from the noisy party. My gaze drifted to the city lights slowly passing by the window, my thoughts swirling in my mind. I couldn’t believe what had happened; from the kiss at the party to now, it all felt surreal.

I felt a slight brush against my leg, and when I looked down, I saw Shanks’ hand resting casually on my thigh. His touch was gentle, almost as if he didn’t want to impose anything, but at the same time, it made me feel safe, as if everything would be alright as long as he was near.

“Are you okay?” Shanks asked, his deep, soothing voice breaking the silence.

I nodded again, my heart still racing. “Yeah… I’m just a little overwhelmed by everything that happened tonight.”

Shanks glanced at me from the corner of his eye, though he kept his focus on the road. I could see the concern on his face. “You don’t need to worry about Kid anymore,” he said, his tone firm yet reassuring.

His words, though simple, filled me with relief. I knew that if anyone could make Kid back off, it was Shanks. But I didn’t want this night to revolve around that idiot.

“Thank you,” I murmured, and with a small smile, I added, “Although, to be honest, I don’t think you were just protecting me. It seemed like you enjoyed teaching him a lesson too.”

Shanks let out a soft chuckle, the sound filling the car with an unexpected warmth. “Maybe a little,” he admitted with a mischievous smile. “But mostly, I wanted to make something clear: you deserve way more than someone like him.”

My heart skipped a beat at his words. I looked at him, my gaze lingering on his profile under the flickering city lights. There was something about Shanks, a blend of confidence, strength, and a tenderness I hadn’t expected to find in someone like him. I wanted to say something, to express what I was feeling, but the words seemed to get stuck in my throat.

Before I could respond, Shanks reached into the inner pocket of his jacket and pulled out a small white card. He handed it to me without taking his eyes off the road.

“What’s this?” I asked, taking the card between my fingers.

“My work card,” he replied with a playful smile. “I don’t usually give my personal number to just anyone…” he said, laughing lightly.

I looked at the card, surprised by the gesture. It had his name, “Shanks D.,” and the details of what seemed to be a research company. My pulse quickened as I realized that he was not only trusting me with his personal number but also his work contact. It felt like a deeper connection beyond what had happened tonight.

“Thank you,” I whispered, carefully placing the card into my bag.

His gaze met mine briefly, and something in his expression made me feel a warmth I hadn’t experienced in a long time. It was as if, beneath that carefree facade, there was someone who truly wanted to take care of me.

When we arrived at his house, he parked the car and turned toward me, his hand still resting on my leg. “Do you want to stay? Or if you want to go home, I’ll understand.”

My heart melted a little at that. He was thoughtful, even though the situation was clearly leading us toward something more. But in that moment, I knew I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to keep being close to him, and I didn’t want to sleep alone in my cold house.

“Thank you,” I said once more, my voice a bit stronger. “But I’d rather not be alone tonight.”

A soft smile curved his lips as he turned off the car. “Then let’s go inside.”

His fingers briefly intertwined with mine as he guided me toward his house. When we were inside, we climbed the stairs. I stayed silent for a moment, watching him as he walked toward what I assumed was the guest room, returning moments later without his jacket. I could still feel the heat of his hand on my leg, the way his touch had both comforted and excited me at the same time.

"You can sleep in my bed, you'll be more comfortable," Shanks said softly. "I’ll head to the guest room."

As he prepared the bed, I stood in the doorway, watching him for a few moments. He seemed so focused, so considerate. But deep down, something inside me urged me not to let this night end with us in separate rooms.

When he finished arranging the sheets, Shanks turned to me with a gentle smile. “It’s all set. You can sleep here. If you need anything, I’ll be in the room at the end of the hall.”

He stood near the door, giving me a brief smile. It was almost like he was trying to wrap up the night. I could feel the hesitation in the air, as if there was something unspoken lingering between us. My heart raced, and I couldn't let him leave just like that.

"Shanks…" I said softly, taking a deep breath. "Stay with me tonight."

His hand paused on the doorknob, and I saw the conflict in his eyes as he turned to face me. For a moment, he didn’t say anything. His gaze softened as it met mine, and I could see the desire flicker across his face, but there was something else there too—something holding him back.

"You know, Y/N," he began, his voice low and rough, "there’s a lot to consider here." He hesitated, as if choosing his words carefully. "There’s an age difference between us. I’m an older than you, and… I don’t want you to regret this later."

I stepped closer to him, feeling the tension between us building. "I won’t regret it," I whispered, my voice steady. "I don’t care about the age difference."

Shanks let out a heavy breath, clearly torn. He ran a hand through his hair, glancing away for a moment, as if trying to gather his thoughts. "Y/N," he muttered, his voice slightly strained, "this is not something I take lightly. You’re young, you’ve got your whole life ahead of you. I don’t want you to feel like this is something you have to do."

I shook my head, moving even closer until I was right in front of him. "This is what I want," I said firmly, my eyes locking with his. "I want you."

Shanks looked down at me, his expression softening, but there was still that flicker of doubt in his eyes. I could see him wrestling with himself, torn between what he thought was right and what he actually desired. His hand reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from my face, his touch warm and tender.

"You don’t know how much I want this too," he murmured, his voice deep and hushed.

I could see that he was trying to protect me, to be the responsible one. But I wasn’t going to let him push me away. I reached for his hand, holding it between mine. "Then don’t overthink it," I whispered. "Fuck me"

For a long moment, Shanks didn’t move. His hand remained in mine, his gaze searching my face as if he was looking for reassurance, for permission. And then, slowly, he let out a breath, and I saw the final traces of his resistance fade. His hand tightened around mine.

"Alright," he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. "As you wish sweetheart"

As Shanks’ hand tightened around mine, the air between us shifted, charged with an undeniable energy. He leaned in slowly, his lips brushing mine with a tenderness that almost made me shiver. The kiss was slow, deliberate, as if he was savoring every second, every touch. His hand moved to cradle the back of my neck, pulling me closer as our lips moved in sync, the soft pressure of his mouth sending waves of heat through my body.

I could feel his hesitation slowly melting away, replaced by an unspoken desire. His other hand slid down to my waist, tracing the curve of my hips as he deepened the kiss, his tongue gently teasing mine. I responded in kind, my hands sliding up his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my fingers.

His lips left mine for a moment, trailing down to my jawline and then to my neck, his breath warm against my skin. Every kiss, every touch, felt like it was setting me on fire. My hands found their way to his shirt, and I began to unbutton it slowly, my fingers trembling slightly as I worked my way down. Shanks watched me, his eyes dark and focused, as if he was waiting for my every move.

When his shirt finally slid off his broad shoulders, I let my hands roam over his bare chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath my fingertips. His perfectly sculpted muscles lay beneath my hands. There was no denying that he had dedicated himself to working on that body to perfection; every muscle was perfectly defined.

I stayed admiring his body for a while. "Like what you see?" he said, raising his voice now with a cocky smile. "Now, you ask me to fuck you. Are you sure?" He said whispering in my ear

I nod and he continued " Great. Then you gonna be a good girl and do everything i say?"

I nod for a second time.

Shanks' eyes darkened with desire as he moved closer, his hands sliding up my body with a mix of passion and control. His touch sent shivers down my spine, and I felt the heat between us intensify.

Without saying a word, his fingers found the hem of my dress, gripping it firmly before pulling it over my head in one swift motion. His gaze roamed over my exposed skin, and I could see the raw hunger in his eyes as he took in every inch of me.

With a fiery determination, he reached for my bra, his movements becoming more urgent, more intense. His hands were rough but deliberate, and the way he undressed me sent waves of anticipation through me. Piece by piece, he stripped away my clothes, his fingers brushing my skin with a fierce tenderness that made my heart race.

His breathing grew heavier, and I could feel the weight of his desire in every movement. He was holding back, trying to stay in control, but I could see the fire burning behind his eyes. He wanted this just as much as I did, and I could sense the passion simmering beneath his restraint.

His eyes roamed over my body, now lying naked except for my panties, as he licked his lips. "You're stunning."

With both hands gripping my waist, he swiftly and powerfully turned me around. His left hand found its place on my neck, guiding my body toward the wall, pressing my face and chest against it.

His right hand settled on my hip, pulling me backward slightly, before slowly sliding down to my ass, delivering a quick, firm smack.

I moaned in response.

After that, his hand traveled back to my thigh, urging me to spread my legs while his fingers traced the fabric of my underwear. When they reached the center, he began moving a single finger in perfect circles over my clit.

I moaned again, needing more. "Shanks… please."

He slid his hand beneath my panties, one finger venturing lower, searching for my entrance, while the others massaged my burning clit in precise movements. When he reached my entrance, he gently slid his finger inside, searching for my G-spot. A moan escaped my lips, and Shanks let out a satisfied huff with a small smirk.

"I'm going to make you come until you can't take it anymore, and then you'll be a good girl and take all of me," he whispered, his sensual tone driving me wild.

He started moving his fingers with perfectly calculated motions. I had never felt anything like it; no one had ever been able to do this. His other hand slid up to my breasts, massaging them and teasing my nipples while he added a second finger. The room was filled with my moans and cries of pleasure.

Shanks grabbed my neck, leaning close to my ear. "You're so wet… If you're good, later I’ll let you ride me."

And that was my undoing. The ball of pleasure that had been building deep inside me exploded throughout my entire body, sending me soaring, my legs trembling, and a deep moan escaping my lips.

He grabbed me firmly, guiding me toward the bed, his strong hands turning me around again. "Lie down," he commanded in a dominant tone, his eyes filled with lust and fierceness, directing me toward the bed. He grabbed a pillow, positioning it beneath my back.

I lay down on the bed as he instructed, still trying to catch my breath, while Shanks tugged my panties down, slipping them off one leg and tossing them to the floor.

Then, he positioned himself between my legs, kissing my thighs before making his way back to my most intimate parts.

NEXT CHAPTER

[tallymonster]

Memories of Us Chapter 20 - Roses are Falling

AO3 || MASTERLIST

Sooooo this took a while 😅 been focusing on life more so the updates will take a min, also I need to finish my playthrough with Octavia to get more inspiration lmao. Anywaaayy here's the thing.

Thanks to @cheesy-cryptid for the blessing 😘

Also thanks to my besties @micropoe10 @tragedybunny and @mj-bites for hyping me up consistently while I talk to them about all my wackadoo ideas for this mess of a fic. Y'all my homegirls ❤️

Super special thanks to Rue tho, for letting me throw Colette in here. Love ya babe 😘

Soft candle light filled the room, dust particles danced in the small spotlight of sun that creeped through the shut curtains of Astarion’s office.

Astarion sat pensively behind the massive mahogany desk. Scattered around him were paperwork related to objects he’s received from a source in Reithwin, Gale’s notes about his sister’s preferences, and some other uninteresting letters to answer. He couldn't really concentrate on the task at hand, his mind still a torment of anxiety and worry.

Octavia had been back for about two weeks and Astarion felt as if she was pulling away from him a little. He wanted to ask her what was wrong, but each time he tried, she would come up with an excuse to go back to work, or somehow change the subject. She would nervously play with her hands and stammer out a reason to hide from him.

Astarion kept running through his mind, trying to find whatever moment was the catalyst towards her change in affections. He was fighting with himself to come up with a way of talking to her, when he heard a gentle rapping coming from his office door. Astarion takes his mind out of his thoughts, he takes a sharp breath, and releases a long sigh.

He groans, steadying himself and walks towards the door. Astarion runs his hands through his hair, adjusting his jacket before opening the heavy door to reveal Gale on the other side. “Oh, good afternoon, Gale. To what do I owe this pleasant visit?” Astarion steps out of the way, letting Gale pass him and take a seat in front of the desk.

“Are you busy later?” Gale asks, as Astarion makes his way over to join the younger man. “Athena and Sirilius are able to stop by the museum today, if you were available? Athena mentioned that she would much rather view the museum instead of hearing about it at dinner, if you didn't mind. I already asked Octavia and she's on board, I know I should have cleared it with you first, but isn't it you that says ‘it's better to ask for forgiveness than permission’?” he chuckles with a skewed smirk, looking up at Astarion.

Gale nervously averts his eyes from Astarion, anticipating his response; but instead of answering him, Astarion asks, “Speaking of Octavia..is she..well, has she been acting any differently towards you?”

Gale’s head tilted back a bit in surprise, “I, uh…no? She's been her usual self with me? Although, she's been a bit overly dedicated to helping me with Athena…as if she's trying to distract herself…and uh..well..I'm not sure how much I should tell you.”

Astarion’s eyes widen, his dark gray brows knit together in a worried state. He swallows nervously and responds shakily. “Go on.”

Gale nervously fiddles with his fingers before hesitantly continuing, “She seemed rather distraught when she came back from her vacation, but all she's told me is that she's been feeling pretty mournful over the sale of her childhood home. Even if it's still within her family, she feels as if that's the last part of her mother that was tangible. Now that it's gone, she felt as if everything was moving on, except for her.”

Of course it was that. How could I be so blind?

Astarion bites the inside of his cheek. He turns his head away from Gale and clears his dry throat, feeling it tighten up a bit. “Has she said anything else to you?” Astarion asks quietly, his stomach twisted as the words left his lips.

Gale is immediately suspicious; he had noticed the slight change in Octavia’s mood, but didn't think it had anything to do with Astarion. At least, not until this very moment. His eyes narrow, “What did you do, Astarion?"

Astarion’s head whips back in defense, his frown deepens and his eyebrows tilt downwards. “I didn't do anything. She won't speak to me! All she does is stare at me as if she's afraid of me! She won't say more than a few words to me, and when she does it's always ‘I’m fine, nothing's wrong, I have to get back to work.’ it's driving me FUCKING INSANE!”

Astarion stands, slamming his palms onto the cluttered desktop, making the whole thing shake. “I don't know what to do, I can't figure out what to say, how do I get her to talk to me?” He exhales a long drawn out breath, slumping back down onto his chair; his arms draped over the armrests, ego completely deflated.

After a few seconds of silence, Gale speaks, “Well, have you tried just talking to her? Really talking to her? A back and forth, listening, and supporting conversation?”

Astarion felt the underlying shame of yet again disregarding the feelings of someone he cares for. Would it be so simple as to ask Octavia how she was doing? Was he really that out of touch?

“If I may be honest?” Gale’s soft voice breaks through Astarion’s catastrophic thoughts, his red eyes meet the deep brown ones looking back at him. Astarion nods for Gale to continue.

“Put yourself back to that time where you were alone. How utterly devastating it feels to lose your home, your family, your loved ones? Yes, she has her father, she has us, but what she's truly mourning is the loss in general. Astarion, her mother was everything to her.

Give her time to process the changes happening, be there to hold her hand when she's sad, to listen to her when she's feeling lost, and for the love of all the Gods out there, tell her how you feel. Everyone can see how much she means to you. Stop denying it, welcome it.”

Astarion stared at the younger man with an open-mouthed look. He never thought that he could have that much influence over someone as headstrong and brilliant as Octavia.

“Astarion, you can have the past to look fondly on, and to reminisce, but that does not mean that the future is something you have to avoid. Moving on is a hard, painful, and lonesome thing, but it doesn't have to be so. You can help her with that. Maybe the both of you can help each other.” Gale stands and walks over to the other side of the desk, he puts a hand on Astarion’s shoulder and gives it a soft pat.

“Athena and Sirilius will be here soon, I promised to meet them for lunch, so I must take my leave. Please don't let things with Octavia dissuade you from trying. I know it's difficult, but for someone like her, I can imagine that it is very much worth it.”

Astarion takes a short breath and places his hand on Gale's, giving it an affirmative squeeze. He turns to his friend and nods, “Yes, mustn’t keep dear Athena waiting. Gods know how your sister is going to transform my museum, I'd better make a good introduction so she doesn't change it too much eh, darling?”

Gale pulls back and smiles at Astarion. He shakes his head and laughs softly, walking to the door. Before he leaves, Astarion calls out “Thank you. I very much treasure our friendship.” Gale glanced back, a sincere smile grew on his face. “As do I, Astarion.”

They nod at each other and Gale exits the room. Astarion is left alone in his spacious office, he sighs and spins his chair to face the window. By this point, the sun was well over the other side of the museum. The light that streamed through his window is now concentrated on the gardens below.

He opened the curtain to let the fresh air in, the smell of the sweet flowers that bloomed in late summer surrounded him. In his musings, he picked up a particular scent mixed into the delicate bouquet of the season’s blooms.

Astarion approaches the window, peering down onto the garden’s courtyard. There, he notices Octavia sitting on one of the benches surrounding the fountain in the middle of the yard. Her hair is down, tied away from her face with a pink ribbon, the long, blue black tresses softly dance in the light breeze that blows.

She's reading a leather bound book, flower petals are blown gently around her. As she flips the pages of her book, Astarion allows Gale’s words to sink in.

‘You can have the past to look fondly on, that does not mean that the future is something you have to avoid.’

Octavia had given him so much already, could a future be in the cards for them as well?

He kept watching her silently as she brushed a stray lock away from her face. How he wished he could be down there, enjoying the warmth of the sun and her company. He longed to feel the way he and his beloved used to.

Would she allow him to sleep nestled with his head on her lap? Would she let him explore her body in the light of the sun? His desires would remain locked up tightly in the deepest parts of himself.

Astarion kept his eyes on her, fading away into his memories when he noticed Octavia had lifted her rounded sunglasses, her bright green eyes meeting his.

Her face softened, and she smiled at him, waving sweetly at him. She closes her book and stands, walking towards the nearest entrance.

Astarion rises to his feet, and sprints out onto the main hallway. If he walks quickly enough, he can run into her before she reaches her office on the farther side of the administrative wing. As he makes his way down the hall, he can hear Octavia speaking to Colette, one of the librarians from the research library. He lingers behind a wall nearby and listens to their conversation.

“So it's true then, Gale’s sister and her fiance are actually getting married here? Mr. Ancunin allowed it? How did they manage that?” Colette asked.

“Gale had a very convincing argument. I was there when he presented the idea to Asta- Mr. Ancunin…you should have seen it. He had it all together, the whole plan and execution was definitely a team effort on his and his sister’s parts.” Octavia replies, she was clearly downplaying her own part in swaying Astarion to agree.

“Wow, must've been some argument. Mr. Ancunin isn't usually one for allowing private events, but I guess Gale is one of his favorites after all.” Colette teases, giggling while Octavia sighs and laughs softly.

“I don't know what you're talking about, Cole. I’m sure I haven't done a thing to suggest otherwise.” Octavia’s voice sounded playful, coquettish even. It gave Astarion a bit of hope that all would be fine soon.

Colette scoffs, “Yeah, I'm sure. Well, I gotta get back to work, not all of us get to help with a fancy wedding and get to spend time with the incredibly hot and sexy heads of the museum. I'm super jealous by the way, you'll have to come to my place and spill all the tea one of these days.”

Octavia laughs a bit, each time Astarion hears it, the sound sends his undead heart into a flutter.

“It probably won't be after this whole wedding business is taken care of. I won't know how long it's gonna be until I have free time. Don't worry, though, I'll keep you in the loop. Gotta have our biweekly bitch sessions right?”

The two women laugh softly and bid each other farewell. Astarion quickly and quietly makes his way towards the middle of the hallway. He looks out toward the window to make it seem as if he was lost in thought, masking his eavesdropping.

Astarion can hear the soft click of Octavia’s heels grow louder as she makes her way towards him.

She stands at his side and looks out the window with him. After a few moments, she glances at him and breaks the silence between them.

“The flowers out there are beautiful. You did a wonderful job picking them out when you built the gardens.”

Astarion smiles, he turns to look at her and finds a small white oleander flower from the shrubbery in the gardens nestled in her hair. He reaches over and gently picks it out, brushing her hair behind her ear. Octavia shudders a bit and sighs. Astarion noted her reaction, a small blush grew across her cheeks and the tips of her slightly pointed ears.

His hand lingered on her face, his thumb softly brushing her cheek. He leans in close to her neck, his breath a whisper on her skin, “You feel warm, freshly sun-kissed. Radiant like the sun itself. Absolutely resplendent.”

Octavia was glowing in return, she hadn't felt this kind of affection from Astarion before. A side of her wondered if it was part of an act, more of the lies he tells to serve his own needs. The other side melted at his touch, it bled and breathed for him. She closes her eyes, takes a deep breath and exhales slowly through her lips.

“Not at work, Star…” Octavia gently warns, she pulls away from him, trying hard to ignore the warmth that settled in her stomach.

Astarion bit his lip, he felt a small rush of anxiety run throughout his body. Calm down, she has a point. Don't want to make things more difficult.

“Right, of course, love. I’m sorry. You’ve just been so preoccupied with helping Gale. I’ve missed spending time with you. Missed being around you in general. You're kind of addictive.” He ends with a small smile, hesitant to ask her how she's doing.

“I’m sorry, Gale’s been so stressed about this whole thing going well. He wants to make sure Athena is happy and that you won't regret allowing this. He respects you so much and he doesn't want you to feel like he's taking advantage of your friendship by asking for everything he has been.

So I've been trying to lighten his load by helping him out. Athena and I have been writing to each other for a few days and I have taken the liberty of being her liaison. Half wedding planner, half museum staff. How about that?” Octavia shrugs with a tired smile. Astarion could tell both she and Gale were working themselves to the bone trying to appease everyone.

Astarion felt the seed of guilt plant itself into his heart, he is contributing to this and it's not helping anyone aside for himself and Athena.

“Don't. It should be me apologizing to you. You came back from your trip and I'm already throwing you into another complicated situation.” Astarion turns to face her fully, reaching out to hold her hand. “I’m still getting used to thinking about others' needs before my own, but I am here if you ever wish to confide in me. That has not changed. It will never change.”

Octavia keeps her gaze locked onto his face, while Astarion keeps his locked onto their intertwined hands. She tries to decipher his motives, unsure of what to say. So instead she leans in and kisses his cheek.

She pulls away and rubs her thumb on the top of his hand, feeling the small tremble that came from him slowly fade away. “How are you feeling about all of this? You'll tell me if it's too much, yes?” Astarion’s voice softly questioned.

Octavia nods, “Thank you. I will.” I'll tell you everything when I figure it out for myself.

Astarion relaxes and nods back. He glances out to the garden yet again, as he and Octavia hold hands in silence.

A few minutes pass when he feels a tingling sensation in the back of his ear, he hears Gale’s voice softly break through and speak.

~I’m back with our guests, meet me in the atrium? Bring Octavia with you, please. Athena is excited to meet her in particular.~

As convenient as those Send spells were, they always came at the worst time.

“Well, it seems our couple and Gale have arrived. Are you prepared to make this the wedding of the century?” Astarion asks Octavia, wrapping her hand around his arm and leading them towards the grand entrance of the museum.

Octavia walks beside him, matching his long strides after a second. She was a few inches shorter than him, but her heels made up for it. They walk down the hallway, a myriad of paintings and statues keep watch of them as they continue arm in arm. The hasty click of her heels muffled by the red carpets that lined the floors.

As they reach the end of the hall, Astarion turns his body towards her, pressing his back to the door. Octavia looks up at him, a puzzled expression painted on her face. “Why have you been avoiding me?”

“Astarion, I hardly think this is the time-”

“Then when?” Astarion responds, cutting Octavia off and fighting everything within him not to react harshly.

A tense silence fell between them, Octavia’s breath hitched and she huffs out in a frustrated hum. “How about tonight? After we do this whole act of being excited for people we don't know for a friend who has done so much for us?

It's the least we can do for him, and if it ends up being fun, then we go from there. I'm not trying to avoid you, really. I’m just going through a lot of shit right now, and it would be nice to forget about it for a minute? So tonight, if you’d like?”

The corner of Astarion’s lip twitches upwards, “Would you? I am willing to do anything you ask of me, have I not proven it to you yet? If I haven't, how can I?”

Octavia looked away from him, she wanted to confront him, to ask what his intentions with her were. Would he love her and leave her like he did to Tav? Would he stay? Was this even real to him?

Instead, she answers his first question, “Yes. I would. There's a place down the road from here. I used to go there when I was looking for jobs around the city. A little hole in the wall sort of place. They make really good blood sausage if you're the type that likes blood?” she ends with a smirk, attempting to push past him.

Unfortunately for her, Astarion is not only taller than her, but much stronger as well. Her efforts to shove past him end with her pressing into his chest as he blocks her way out. “And if I'm not? Would you oppose me possibly having my meal in a more intimate location? Perhaps we could have our own private tour of the grounds?”

Octavia sighs and rolls her eyes, laughing as she shakes her head. “You're shameless. Come on, let's go meet the happy couple. We can figure out the details afterwards.” she pats Astarion’s shoulder, prompting him to step out of the way. As she walks past him, his eyes linger on her body. Watching the sway of her hips and the taut fabric hugging her curves.

Trying not to stare at her was going to be difficult, good thing those sunglasses were for more than hiding his eye color. He pulls them out of his coat pocket and slips them on, the suave and aloof veil that easily becomes his face.

[anonymousbardd]

꒰ ☕ ꒱ ┊: Her

Babysitter

↳ Eli Jang x FemReader

- Eli Jang doesn't trust anyone other than hostle to protect and care for his daughter, but when he needed his daughter to be taken care of, all family members of hostle was unexpectedly busy.

It lead to Eli Jang asking for help from a classmate he had on J high from the Beauty Department.

I had expected it... Of course someone like her would be concerned about the fact that I have a daughter at such a young age.

But what surprised me is that she was willing to help and promised not to say anything unless she was given permission.

(F/n) had always been that one person my gut told me that I could trust, she isn't pushy and doesn't push boundaries.

I was hesitant but I decided to give her a high level of my trust, I trusted her to protect my daughter while I was away.

The night she came to my home, to hostle, she had packed a backpack and a list of things she wanted to ask me.

"Is Yenna allergic to anything? What type of food does she eat? When's her bedtime? What's her favourite story book? Is her skin sensitive? What time does she bathe?"

She was ready to do her part and do whatever it takes to take care of my daughter, I felt a slight relief and gave her all the information she needed to know.

I was worried that she might be weirded out due to how protective I was, but she just stood there, listening to everything I say, asking questions for clarifications.

By the time I had finished, Yenna was already tired, (F/n) smiled and picked her up, she looked at me with her (E/c) eyes, "Don't worry, Eli, you can trust Yenna with me," she smiled.

I didn't want to leave Yenna alone, but I had to, I sighed and nodded, "If something happens, call out for help from mama, and then immediately contact me."

(F/n) smiled and nodded her head, "Will do!"

I then left with Warren to finish some business that needed to be done, and as I did, I kept thinking about my daughter and how she's doing.

I was getting pretty distracted, if it wasn't for Warren reassuring me, I would have probably ran back home every chance I get just to check up on my daughter.

After a day or four of being out, I recieved a message from Sally, "Eli, when are you coming home? Yenna misses you".

By that time, Warren and I were already finished with the job anyway, I turned to the dark haired man and spoke, "Let's go back now."

He didn't get why we needed to hurry, but it was my daughter's calling that made me want to go home sooner.

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The day Eli asked me for a favour, I felt honoured to know that he trusted me to ask for my help, the moment he mentioned that he had a daughter, I felt a sudden shot of reflection.

He talked about his little girl with so much love, passion and care, he praised every little thing she does and even showed cute moments of her.

When Eli asked for my help to look after her, I couldn't say no, I just had the feeling that I had to.

I agreed to help him which seemed to surprise him, by then, I already knew the questions that ran in his head.

The night I met the young girl, I fell in love, she's beautiful, sweet, lively and adorable.

Her eyes held so much light, I couldn't help but love the little girl, Eli was understandably hesitant to have his daughter alone with a classmate he isn't too close to.

But eventually, he decided to entrust his daughter to me.

When Eli had left, I spent a lot of time playing with Yenna, I read to her, sang her lullabies.

Sally was there to help me with some stuff that I had difficulty with, over the short amount of time Yenna and I spent together, I felt bonded with the little girl.

One night, I was singing Yenna lullaby, when I had finished, I tucked her in and closed the lights, I had bought her glow in the dark stickers so that her room would have a bit of light.

As I was about to leave, Yenna cooed and sat up, she reached out her tiny hands and looked at me, her hands opened and closed.

I sighed and got walked back up to her, "Do you want me to stay?" I asked, Yenna giggled and clapped her hands, I smiled and laid down on the bed.

"I'll take that as a yes."

Yenna had been sleeping on Eli's room, she's been missing him for a while and it was obvious.

The night I slept beside Yenna, I felt something in my stomach, her tiny hands wrapped around my finger, the way she slept made my heart race.

It reminded me of a little boy, a baby boy.

My son.

Tears welled up my eyes as I remembered my baby boy, it had only been a few months after he had died, he's about a year younger than Yenna.

As I looked at the young girl in front of me, she reminded me of my dearest son, a child I hadn't planned but loved with all of my heart.

I quietly sobbed, careful not to wake up the sleeping little bean next to me.

After a while I fell asleep holding Yenna in my arms.

An hour or so later, I found myself half awake as someone entered the room, their footsteps were light and faint.

I was slightly worried not knowing who it was, but when I heard their quiet hum and I instantly knew who it was, it was Eli.

I felt him place a soft kiss on Yenna's forehead, and I felt him wipe my dried tears off from my cheek.

His touch was soft and gentle, it was like he was brushing his fingers against something so delicate.

I felt Eli lean closer, his breath tickled my ear as I laid down, "Thank you..." He whispered.

He then turned off the light and after a while, I felt him lay on the other side of the bed, I then fell asleep again and dreamt of nothing that night.

The next morning I woke uo feeling something wrapped around my waist, my eyes fluttered open and saw Eli sleeping in front of me.

His eyes were shut and he looked so peaceful.

My eyes glanced around and saw that Yenna was no longer in bed, I slightly panicked and I suppose it woke up Eli.

"What's wrong...?" He muttered, his voice was deep and raspy.

"Y-Yenna... She's not here..." I said, he he blinked a couple of times and shut his eyes again, "She's with Sally," he mumbled.

I let out a relieved sigh and looked at Eli, his hands were wrapped around me and it didn't seem like he had the intention of letting go, my face heat up as I processed what position we were in.

I tried to slowly wiggle out of his arms but he pulled me closer, his head leaned onto mt chest and he quietly whined.

"Stay... Just for a bit... I'm comfortable."

I paused for a moment and then sighed, my arms wrapped around his neck and my hands gently played with his hair.

I decided that staying in bed for a while isn't too bad, after all, Eli is a tired father trying to provide for his family.

I began to quietly hum and continued to play with his hair, he was tense but eventually fell at ease.

I felt Eli fall asleep, we were in each other's arms, I decided to suck it up and get some rest as well.

Although I did hear someone snap a few pictures from outside the door.

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[agirlwithbigdreamsforher]

LATE NIGHT CRAVINGS

THE NANNY: ONE SHOT

LATE NIGHT CRAVINGS

Pairing: Andy Barber x Annie Johnson (OFC)

Summary: Annie and her baby are very hungry.

Warnings: Language.

A/N: none.

Word count: 1728

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Right after the first horrible trimester, where Annie couldn’t hold anything in her stomach. She was now pretty much eating properly. That was until the cravings began. Andy had found her eating the weirdest combinations, pepperoni pizza with Nutella spread on top of it, fried chicken with strawberry jam, Doritos with nacho cheese and jalapeños, this one wasn’t gross, Andy tried it and actually liked it.

Until one day Andy saw her opening a jar of pickles. Her wife was sitting in one of the stools by the counter, taking a very juicy pickle out of the jar.

“What are you doing?”

“Eating, duh!”

“You hate pickles, you say they’re gross.”

“Shhh, your baby wants pickles!” She took a bite and moaned, “Why is this good?”

“They’ve always been good.”

“No, they haven’t.” She bit it again, “Something is missing.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know what, but something is missing.”

One day after work Andy found her making a sandwich. And it was by far the worst combination she had come up with. The sandwich had ham, mayo, peanut butter and pickles, and soon that sandwich was made by Annie at least once a week, and she enjoyed it every time.

It was another Wednesday at the Barber’s household, everything was silent. Andy snores filled the room and Annie was very much awake, her tummy grumbling as minutes passed.

She stood up slowly making sure Andy didn’t woke up and made her way downstairs. She opened the fridge and then the pantry to find nothing appealing for her hunger. She was thinking what she could make when the image of a fresh batch of hot steamy Mcnuggets came to her mind. Her mouth watered when she thought about the flavor of them covered in barbecue sauce. But how could she go to McDonalds without Andy noticing? She knew that if she took the car, the sound of the engine going will wake him up. She shrugged, put on her sneakers by the door, grabbed her keys and made her way to McDonalds by walking.

The streets were empty, the fresh air of the night was hitting her face, and she kept walking until she saw the yellow and red sign. She walked to the door only to find it closed, but she could see people inside, so she knocked on the window and waited for a tall curly blond haired teenager opened the door.

“How can I help you?”

“I was hoping I could get food.”

“I’m sorry ma’am, we only serve food on the drive tru at this hour.”

“Oh! Didn’t know that.”

“No problem, have good night.” And then he closed the door.

Annie stood there for a minute until she walked over the drive tru walking happily.

“Hello?” Annie said through the speaker.

“Good evening, how can we help you?”

“Hi! Yes, I want some nuggets and fries.”

“Ma’am, are you the lady who was at the front door?”

“Nop.”

“I’m seeing you through the camera.”

“Then why you ask?”

“Ma’am you don’t have a car, I told you we only…”

“Serve at the drive tru, I am at the drive tru! Listen, I’m pregnant and I have cravings for nuggets and fries, can you please, pleeeeease just give me my order. I have money, I will pay you. Just…”

“Ma’am!” A female voice talked behind her.

“Fuck!” Annie jumped, “Sorry! You scared me.”

“I’m sorry I scared you. Come with me.”

Annie walked behind her and to the front door.

“Come on in.”

“I thought I couldn’t get in.”

“Well, technically, you can’t. But I can’t leave a pregnant woman outside waiting for food, now can I?”

Annie walked in and sat at one of the tables.

“I’ll bring you your order in a moment.”

Annie waited patiently and a couples of minutes later the girl came back with a tray and her food in it.

“Here you have, 20 nuggets, large fries and a coke.”

“How did you know I wanted 20 nuggets?”

“When my mom was pregnant with my sister, she got this every now and then.”

“Smart woman! What’s your name?” Annie took one of the nuggets and dip in the sauce.

“Eva.” Annie moaned when she bit her nugget, “The other guy is Malcolm. Sorry about him by the way, he is kind of new.”

“Will you get into trouble for letting me in?”

“I hope not, you are just hungry and don’t seem dangerous.”

Andy turned on the bed to find Annie’s spot empty, he thought maybe she was in the bathroom but the light was off.

“Honey?” no response.

He got up and walked downstairs to see if she was in the kitchen, after all it wouldn’t be the first time he had found her eating at this hour. But again, she wasn’t there. Not in the living room nor the office. He took his phone and dial her number, the phone began to ring upstairs.

“Fuck, Annie!”

He then dial Anthony’s number, he knew Anthony had the night shift on this day, who rapidly answer the call.

“Hey, man! What are you calling me at this hour?”

“Annie is not in the house, are you busy?”

“Not really. Slow night, thankfully.”

“Perfect, you try to find her.”

“Andy I’m sure she is not missing. Did you really check the whole house?”

“No”

“Ok, do that and then you call me, ok?” And then he hang off the phone.

A young guy came into Anthony’s office.

“Hey we had a call from a guy at the McDonalds on Main Street, apparently a pregnant homeless woman is in there eating, think you can get a look?”

“Of course!” He was just leaving the station when Andy called him again.

“She is not in the house! Now, can you help me or not?!” Andy’s voice was loud and angry.

“Don’t worry, we’ll find her.” And again he ended the call.

Annie was half way through her nuggets when a knock on the glass door made Annie and Eva turned around.

Eva walked to the door and then Annie saw Anthony walked through the door.

“Annie?”

“Hi!” Annie waved, “Did you come for food too?”

“No, I came because a guy call to say there was a pregnant homeless woman in here.”

The three of them turned to see Malcolm behind the counter.

“What the fuck! Malcolm!” Eva said.

“You let her in and you don’t even know her!”

“She was hungry!”

“Alright! Stop, both of you! Annie, what are you doing here?”

“I was hungry.” She lifted a fry and then put it in her mouth.

“Did you tell Andy you were coming here?” Annie shook her head, “Of course not. Ok, grab your food and I’ll take you home.”

“Can I have a cone before we leave?”

“You,” Anthony pointed to the guy, “give her an ice cream.”

The two of them left the place, not without Annie thanking Eva for letting her get into the place and have her food.

Annie was licking at her ice cream, the rest of the nuggets and fries in a bag, when Anthony spoke.

“Your husband called me twice to tell me you were missing.”

“Ammm, Can I go to your place?”

“Oh no! You get yourself in this mess, he was pretty worried when he called. So you better be prepare.”

When they arrived, they both got out of the car and Anthony rang the bell, a couple of minutes passed before Andy opened the door with a worried/angry look and his hair all over the place.

 “I brought something that belongs to you.” Annie step aside and smiled to Andy.

“Get in, now.” He said through gritted teeth.

Annie walked passed Anthony, “Thank you for the raid.”

“No problem, next time just use an app to buy food this late, ok?”

“God, the app!” Annie said knowing that could’ve been a better option than walked all the way to the place.

“Have a good night.”

“Thanks for bringing her.” He shook Anthony’s hand and closed the door.

Annie walked to the kitchen and sat in one of the stools to enjoy the rest of her meal.

“I really can’t believe you! You went out to have McDonalds on your own!”

“I’m a grown woman I can buy my own food.” She bit the nugget in her hand.

“It’s fucking almost 1! You are pregnant! And I was worried!!!”

“Stop yelling, you’re going to wake Jake up.” She had a sip of her drink, “I was hungry, nothing bad happened, relax.”

“And what if it did? God! Annie you can’t be walking around in the middle of the night just because you are hungry…”

Andy kept rambling as she ate, she knew he was angry the moment he called her by her name and not honey or baby. Andy was passing in front of her still talking about how dangerous and irresponsible it was for her to be out at this hour. Annie sighed and lifted her shirt up showing her very rounded and fuller boobs to Andy, who just stop his ranting.

“That’s not fair!”

“Why not?”

“We can be having an argument and then flash me, is not fair game and you know it!”

“You were having an argument, I was eating peacefully.”

“How did they get prettier?” Andy asked curiously as Annie just shrugged.

“Are you still mad?”

“YES!” Annie jiggled her boobs, “NO! ...YES! ...fuck! you are not playing fair!”

“I’m not playing at all.”

They stayed in silence. Andy’s hands on his narrow hips as Annie took the last bite of her nuggets.

“Are you done?” Annie nodded “Good! Now go to bed and when I get there I want you naked.”

“Thought you were angry.” Annie lifted an eyebrow.

“I am angry! And I’m going to give you a lesson!”

“No, you won’t.” Annie jumped off the stool and yawned.  

“What?”

“I’m tired, I walked all the way to McDonalds. My feet hurt, and I’m sleepy… we are sleepy.” She said rubbing her bump. “So, I’m going to bed, can you throw all that,” She pointed to her trash, “for me?” Andy just stared at her. “Thanks, you are the best.”

Annie walked out of the kitchen and to the stairs.

“God, please just gimme patience.” Andy said looking up. “And you better calm down.” He said now looking down at his pants, “Cuz we both now we are not getting any tonight.”

[braveclementine]

Chapter 18

Warnings: 18+ readers only, mentions of nudity, smut

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.

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𝖂𝖊 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 in courtyard when the letter came. Hermione had been berating Harry about not concentrating on Slughorn and instead, concentrating on Malfoy. Meanwhile, Ron kept ducking behind Hermione as different girls came around the corner, always afraid that one of them would be Lavender.

"Harry Potter? I was asked to give you this." The girl said. She had straight black hair and pretty eyes. She handed a letter to Harry.

"Thanks. . ." Harry said, taking the small roll of parchment. When the girl had left he said, "Dumbledore said we wouldn't be having any more lessons until I got the memory!"

"It's not from Dumbledore." I said over Hermione's head.

"Look at this." Harry said to Hermione, handing her the letter.

I read over her shoulder:

Dear Harry, Ron, Elizabeth, and Hermione, Aragog died last night. Harry, Ron, and Elizabeth, you met him, and you know how special he was. Hermione, I know you'd have liked him. It would mean a lot to me if you'd dip down for the burial later this evening. I'm planning on doing it round dusk, that was his favorite time of day. I know you're not supposed to be out that late, but you can use the cloak. Wouldn't ask, but I can't face it alone. Hagrid.

"Oh, for heaven's sake!" Hermione said, passing it on to Ron who said, "He's mental! That thing told its mate to eat Harry, Eliza and me! Told them to help themselves! And now Hagrid expects us to go down there and cry over its horrible hairy body!"

"It's not just that." Hermione said. "He's asking us to leave the castle at night and he knows security's a million times tighter and how much trouble we'd be in if we were caught."

"We've been down to see him by night before." Harry pointed out.

"Yes, but for something like this?" Hermione asked skeptically. "We've risked a lot to help Hagrid out, but after all- Aragog's dead. If it were a question of saving him-"

"-I'd want to go even less. You didn't meet him, Hermione. Believe me, being dead will have improved him a lot." Ron said.

I privately agreed with Ron, though I hated the idea of Hagrid facing something terrible alone. Correction, something terrible for him alone. I could most definitely sneak down to see him.

"Harry!" Hermione said desperately, "You can't be thinking of going. It's such a pointless thing to get detention for!"

"Yeah, I know. I s'pose Hagrid'll have to bury Aragog without us."

"I'll go down." I said and the other three looked at me. I shrugged, "Look, I can turn into a cat. Cats are allowed past security, aren't they?"

"Ah. . ." Hermione said, looking worried.

"Nothing's going to happen Hermione." I said gently.

"Alright then." Ron said, "That sums that up."

Hermione turned to Harry. "Look, Potions will be almost empty this afternoon, with us all off doing our tests. . . Try and soften Slughorn up a bit then!"

"Fifty-seventh time lucky, you think?" Harry asked in a bitter voice.

"Lucky." Ron said. "Harry, that's it- get lucky!"

"What d'you mean?" Harry asked cautiously, knowing exactly what Ron meant.

Ron looked at him excitedly, "Use your lucky potion!"

Hermione looked at Ron in a new light, "Ron that's- that's it! Of course! Why didn't I think of it?"

"It'll work." I said confidently.

Harry looked at the three of us. "Felix Felicis? I dunno.. I was sort of saving it. . ."

"For what?" I asked, amused because I knew exactly who he was thinking about.

He didn't answer, having gone off into la la land and didn't come back until Hermione asked, "Harry? Are you still with us?"

"Wha-? Yeah, of course. Well. . . okay. If I can't get Slughorn to talk this afternoon, I'll take some Felix and have another go this evening."

"That's decided, then." Hermione said, getting to her feet and started to do pirouettes. I was quite jealous. Twycross hadn't gotten the Minister's approval for me to take the test early. "Destination. . . determination. . . deliberation. . ."

"Oh, stop that, I feel sick enough as it is- quick, hide me!" Ron cowered.

"It isn't Lavender." Hermione snapped.

"Cool. Blimey, they don't look happy, do they?"

I scoffed, "They're the Montgomery sisters, of course they aren't going to be looking happy! Didn't you hear about their brother?"

"I'm losing track of what's happening to everyone's relatives, to be honest." Ron said carelessly.

"Well, their brother was attacked by a werewolf. The rumor is that their mother refused to help the Death Eaters. Anyways, the boy was only five and he died in St. Mungo's, they couldn't save him." Hermione answered.

"He died?" Harry sounded shocked, "But surely werewolves don't kill, they just turn you into one of them?"

"It depends." I said sadly. "Sometimes they lose control. It's why dad always traveled so far during full moons. If he didn't turn me, he'd kill me, and I don't think he would've been able to keep living if he'd done either one."

"What was the werewolf's name?" Harry asked.

"Well, the rumor is that it was that Fenrir Greyback." Hermione said sadly.

"I knew it- the maniac who likes attacking kids, the one Lupin told me about!" Harry said angrily.

Hermione and I looked at him sadly. "Harry, you've got to get that memory. It's all about stopping Voldemort, isn't it? These dreadful things that are happening are all down to him. . ."

The bell rang, Ron jumping to his feet to join Hermione.

"You'll do fine." Harry said, getting to his feet as well. "Good luck."

"Hermione, you'll pass. Ron, you're going to leave half an eyebrow behind and they'll fail you if you're not careful. Remember the tips that'll keep you from splinching yourself." I said happily.

Harry and I headed to the potions dungeon and found that it was the two of us, Ernie, and Malfoy.

"All too young to Apparate just yet?" Slughorn asked, looking around, "Not turned seventeen yet?"

We all shook our heads.

"Ah well, as we're so few, we'll do something fun. I want you all to brew me up something amusing!"

"That sounds good, sir." Ernie said, rubbing his hands together, smiling.

"What do you mean, 'something amusing'?" Malfoy asked irritably.

"Oh, surprise me." Slughorn said.

I headed to the side room, pulling out a cauldron that already had ingredients in it. My Felix Felicis potion. I had started it with Severus after everyone had come back from break. I knew that we were going to need quite a bit.

But the potion needed work, only halfway done. Even with the headstart, the potion end time would be cutting close to the battle date.

Across from me, weird smells were emitting from Ernie's cauldron. It seemed he was trying to invent a potion. Draco didn't seem to be putting much work into his potion either, but Harry was working methodically on his. Occasionally, I caught brief smells of peppermint.

"Well, now, this looks absolutely wonderful," Slughorn said after an hour and a half of work, standing over Harry's potion. He clapped his hands together, staring down into Harry's cauldron. "Euphoria, I take it? And what's that I smell? Mmmm. . . you've added a sprig of peppermint, haven't you? Unorthodox, but what a stroke of inspiration, Harry, of course, that would tend to counterbalance the occasional side effects of excessive singing and nose-tweaking. . . I really don't know where you get these brain waves, my boy.. unless it's just your mother's genes coming out in you!"

"Oh. . . yeah, maybe." Harry said.

I had covered my nose discretely as the potion that Ernie had created was spewing horrid fumes.

The bell rang, Ernie and Draco left a once.

"Sir." Harry said but Slughorn was already leaving the dungeon. "Professor- Professor, don't you want to taste my po-?" Harry called desperately but the door closed.

I sighed, "No go Harry. But I'd certainly like to try some if you don't mind. You should try some too."

We both took a few sips and a familiar feeling flooded through me.

"Oh. My. God." Harry said, looking dazed. "That is amazing."

I picked up my cauldron and told Harry I'd see him later, and hurried up to Severus' office. Since class had let out, there were no students in the classroom and I passed through with no qualms.

I set the cauldron down in the corner. I noticed Severus had already labelled ingredients in different bottles and jars for me. I quickly finished adding the other ingredients and stirring. Severus came in a few minutes later.

"How was class?" He asked, taking a seat at his desk and picking up his quill.

"Wonderful. . ." I said, carefully counting the rotations as I stirred. Perfect, it had to be perfect.

There was a silence that contained scratching quills and momentary pauses where it was dipped in the pot of ink, bubbling from the cauldron, and soft breathing. But the potion Harry had made was making something weird happen to me.

I finally set everything aside. It was to sit and stew for about three and a half weeks and seven hours to the dot. I pulled out my potions calendar, marking the specific time. The good thing was my time-turner. If I didn't manage to get there the first time, I could most definitely get there the second time.

I stood up, getting ready to go down to dinner when Severus said unexpectedly, "It really was brilliant art, Elizabeth."

"Sorry?" I questioned.

Severus looked up momentarily, his black eyes boring into mine. "The portraits. They really were brilliant."

"You set yours on fire." I pointed out, my lips twitching to keep from smiling.

"Yes. . ." Severus said, turning back to his parchment. "You're going to ruin my image as a cold hearted person. People might actually think I'm soft."

I laughed, walking up behind him and hugging him from behind. "Your much softer than you let on." I kissed his cheek and then paused. Euphoria. I took the quill from his hand and turned the chair around, sitting on his lip, pressing my lips to his neck. He let out a small noise, perhaps a gasp, perhaps a moan, I wasn't sure.

Perhaps I shouldn't have taken the Euphoria potion because I seemed to have unlimited energy and didn't feel deterred by anything at all.

I slipped his robes from his shoulders, letting them fall. He pushed me off of him so that he could get out of the chair, and we stumbled through the door of the bedroom and onto the bed. I was on top of him, letting him slide into me easily. I moved with him quickly, my breasts bouncing carelessly and I barely noticed the pain. All I could think about was the enjoyment of him inside of me and my hands in his soft, silky hair. His hands reached up to cup my breasts, pulling me down slightly so his lips could kiss them. I buried my face in his neck.

He rolled over as I moaned softly, his hands clutching at my hips, moving gently now. Strange, usually we started slow and made our way up in speed. We seemed to be doing the opposite and it was lovely. He reached up with one hand to cover my breast, squeezing softly, while the other snaked around to the back of my head, bringing my head up to be closer to his.

Our lips reached the others skin at different spots, not necessarily each others lips. The small bursts of delightfulness was punctured with small bites of pain. But it was all lovely and in my current state, everything seemed heightened tenfold.

"What. . . what was that?" Severus asked, almost breathlessly as we laid there, the blankets curling around our legs, our clothes scattered on the floor.

"Harry gave me a potion of euphoria." I muttered, pent out of energy now that the effects of the potion had worn out. My cheek rested on his chest "I have no idea what just happened. . . I mean, I know what happened. . . I just don't know how it happened."

Severus chuckled, kissing my neck. I shivered slightly under his touch. Bloody hell.

"I should um- I should go down to dinner- yeah- dinner." I said, breathing normally again.

"As should I." Severus said. "Though I feel quite exhausted at the moment."

I too felt quite tired and would've liked to have laid there and fallen asleep. But I couldn't. So I giggled, moving away from the bed, and getting dressed again, before leaving the classroom to go down to dinner.

After dinner, I ducked into the bathroom and upon finding it empty, I turned into a cat and strode from the room.

I had to run from some Ravenclaw first-year girls who thought I was just a sweet little kitten, and after hiding on top of a suit of armor, finally made my way back to the entrance hall, and slipped out the door, sprinting across the lawn to get to Hagrid's house.

I transformed back outside the door- I didn't really want to face Fang as a cat.

"Yeh came!" Hagrid said, pulling me into a hug. He wasn't crying- at the moment- but his eyes were red and puffy.

"Harry'll be down soon." I said. "Ron and Hermione couldn't come though."

"Don' matter, don' matter." Hagrid said, sitting back down in a chair. I made a pot of tea and gave him a cup which he drank with trembling fingers. I waited, pacing the cabin, waiting for Harry. Fang followed me, looking for head scratches which I gave occasionally.

There was a knock on the door and Hagrid was up, opening the door. Harry stood there, his invisibility cloak held out in front of him.

"Yeh came." Hagrid repeated.

"Yeah-Ron and Hermione couldn't though, they're really sorry." Harry said smoothly. Perhaps it was my imagination, but there almost seemed a faint gold hue around Harry. But it was so slight that Hagrid had not noticed it. Perhaps it was my sight. I had noticed that my sight and hearing had changed slightly since becoming an Animagus (a side effect that wasn't mentioned anywhere in the books or manuscripts).

"Don'- don' matter. . . He'd've bin touched yeh're here, though, Harry. . ." Hagrid said with a loud sob. Harry patted his elbow gently.

"Where are we burying him? The Forest?" Harry asked.

"Blimey, no. The other spiders won' let me anywhere near their webs now! Aragog's gone. Turns out it was on'y on his orders they didn' eat me! Can yeh believe that, Harry?" Hagrid said while wiping his eyes on the bottom of his shirt.

"I think he mentioned something like that when we went to talk to him." I said casually, sitting down. Fang came over, setting his head on my knees and I grimaced at the slobber. I really had never been a dog person. And I liked the cute dogs, the little Pomeranians and huskies and retrievers and bichon frises and labs and beagles. Bulldogs, pitbulls, pugs, boarhounds, ugh.

I had gotten along with Fang in my second year, having lived in Hagrid's cabin for nearly two months because I figured living in Hagrid's cabin by myself was safer than staying in the castle with lots and lots of people. Fang could grow on you if you could get used to slobber.

"Never bin an are o' the forest I couldn' go before! It wasn' easy, gettin' Aragog's body out o' there, I can tell yeh- they usually eat their dead, see. . . But I wanted ter give 'im a nice burial. . . a proper send-off. . ." Hagrid said, not paying me any attention.

"I can't go near the centaurs anymore." I said randomly. What the hell were the side effects of the Euphoria potion?

"Professor Slughorn met me coming down here, Hagrid." Harry said, resuming the patting of the elbow.

"Not in trouble, are yeh?" Hagrid asked, so alarmed that Harry might be in trouble he stopped crying. "Yeh shouldn' be outta the castle in the evenin', I know it, it's my fault-"

"No, no, when he heard what I was doing he said he'd like to come and pay his last respects to Aragog too. He's gone to change into something more suitable, I think. . . and he said he'd bring some bottles so we can drink to Aragog's memory."

"Tha's- tha's righ' nice of him, that is, an' not turnin' yeh in either. I've never really had a lot ter do with Horace Slughorn before. . . Comin' ter see old Aragog off, though, eh? Well. . . he'd've liked that, Aragog would. . ." Hagrid muttered.

I snorted quietly and drank my tea. Then I sighed, putting my teacup down and pulled a piece of paper out of my back pocket. "Here, I drew this for you."

Hagrid took it in a shaking hand and unfolded it and started to sob. I quickly grabbed it from his hands so the charcoal wouldn't run.

"It's- it's beautiful." Hagrid sobbed and I put the drawing of Aragog up on his dresser so that he could see it. It was a horrible drawing- not because it was bad (if I may be so humble) but rather horrible in a gruesome way. The way I'd seen Aragog through my scared twelve-year old eyes. Strange, I felt so much older than sixteen now.

"Are we going to bury him here, Hagrid, in your garden?" Harry asked after a moment when Hagrid had stopped sobbing.

"Jus' beyond the pumpkin patch, I thought. I've already dug the- yeh know- grave. Jus' though we'd say a few nice things over him- happy memories, yeh know-"

There was a knock at the door and I stood, getting it and letting Professor Slughorn in. "Hagrid, so very sorry to hear of your loss."

"Tha's very nice of yeh. Thanks a lot. An' thanks fer not givin' Harry detention neither. . ." Hagrid said gruffly, all tears done and gone.

"Wouldn't have dreamed of it. Sad night, sad night. . . where is the poor creature?" Slughorn asked, his eyes roaming the cabin and settling on the drawing.

"Out here," Hagrid said, leaving the cabin. "Shall we- shall we do it, then?"

"Wonderful artwork Miss Kane." Professor Slughorn complimented, "You've got quite the eye for artistic beauty."

"Thank you Professor." I said quietly, briefly remembering that my drawing of him had him dressed in a pineapple suit, and I took up the rear of the party.

The moon was glistening on the grounds so that everything was in shadow. The moon rays mixed and intermingled with the light from Hagrid's windows just enough to make out the large boulder like shadow. There, before it, was a massive pit that was ten-feet-deep with a matching sized pile of dirt to go with it.

"Magnificent." Professor Slughorn said, striding to the front of the spider's face. I could only imagine it faking death and reaching out, snapping off a leg to feast on. I suddenly felt quite nauseous. I quickly put a hand on my stomach.

I could hear the tinkle of bottles and rolled my eyes. So the walrus had come for the Acromantula venom, was I surprised?

"It's not ev'ryone appreciates how beau'iful they are. I didn' know yeh were int'rested in creatures like Aragog, Horace."

"Interested? My dear Hagrid, I revere them." Slughorn said, taking a step back from the body. I could understand his point. It would be a horrible idea not to respect them. The same way you should revere Centaurs and Merpeople so they didn't kill you with a bow or a spear. There were a lot of rules to follow in the magical world. "Now. . . shall we proceed to the burial?"

Hagrid nodded and moved forward, pushing against the black spider's body and it fell into the pit with a crunch. I winced. Hagrid started to cry.

"Of course, it's difficult for you, who knew him best." Professor Slughorn said, patting Hagrid's elbow. "Why don't I say a few words?"

I came to stand next to Hagrid who wrapped a massive arm around my shoulders. My knees nearly buckled under the weight of the arm but I managed to keep standing though I felt as though I was carrying two bookbags with twenty textbooks in them.

"Farewell, Aragog, king of arachnids," Professor Slughorn said in an impressive voice, something like a preacher I'd heard at a church before. "whose long and faithful friendship those who knew you won't forget! Though your body will decay, your spirit lingers on in the quiet, web-spun places of your forest home. May your many-eyed descendants ever flourish and your human friends find solace for the loss they have sustained!"

"Tha' was. . . tha' was. . . beau'ful!" Hagrid sobbed and he collapsed onto the heap, crying harder than ever before. Even I had tears springing to my eyes, though I was sure that had to do more with the high emotions running around here than the actual sadness that Aragog was dead. But I hated it when Hagrid was upset.

"There, there." Slughorn said and with a wave of his wand, the earth crashed back into the grave, smoothing over the surface. "Let's get inside and have a drink. Get on his other side, Harry. . . That's it. . . Up you come, Hagrid. . . well done. . ."

Hagrid was deposited in a chair at the table. Fang came padding over and put his head on Harry's lap as usual. I think Fang liked Harry better than me and I was quite okay with that. Professor Slughorn uncorked one of the bottles he had brought.

"I have had it all tested for poison." He said in what he obviously thought a reassuring voice. "Had a house-elf taste every bottle after what happened to your poor friend Rupert."

I had many retorts for that comment, some of them about the cruelty for house-elves, and some of them about what 'Rupert's' real name was.

"One for Harry. . . one for me. . . and one for Elizabeth. . ." Slughorn said, diving the second bottle between the three of us. The first bottle had been fully deposited into Hagrid's tankard. "Well- to Aragog."

"Aragog." Harry, Hagrid, and I said together, also lifting our glasses.

Hagrid and Slughorn drank deeply. Harry didn't drink at all. I took a small sip and did not find the texture or taste to my taste. I'd never liked wine or alcoholic substances. I set the glass down on the table. I supposed I could hand it over if they wanted more drink.

"I had him from an egg, yeh know. Tiny little thing he was when he hatched. 'Bout the size of a Pekingese." Hagrid started down the tale.

"Sweet." Slughorn said.

"Used ter keep him in a cupboard up at the school until. . . well. . ." Hagrid's face darkened and a peculiar thought came over me.

If Slughorn had taught Tom Riddle, and Tom Riddle and Hagrid had gone to the school at the same time, then Slughorn had taught Hagrid as well. I found this much more fascinating than the story that was unfolding. I loved finding connections where none seemed to be. I always felt the need to share it too and on instinct, I looked over at Harry, but kept my mouth shut.

"That's never unicorn hair, Hagrid?" Slughorn asked, eyeing Hagrid's walls with interest. Hagrid collected things he found in forest- unicorn tail hair included. I'd helped him collect some. It got caught on bushes and ferns and was quite easy to pick up.

"Oh yeah," Hagrid said with indifference. "Gets pulled out of their tails, they catch it on branches an' stuff in the forest, yeh know. . ."

"But my dear chap, do you know how much that's worth?" Slughorn asked in awe.

"I use it fer bindin' on bandages an' stuff if a create gets injured. It's dead useful. . . very strong, see." Hagrid said with another shrug.

There was quite a difference between the educated and the uneducated, I noticed. Hagrid had only three years of schooling (at least at Hogwarts) and yet, he didn't see things for their monetary value. He'd even passed on some of his skills to me, using unicorn hair for bandages and other things. Slughorn on the other hand. . . Aragog's venom was rare, very expensive, very valuable. . . unicorn hair could be sold to wand makers. . .

They had ventured into tale about the Centaurs of the forest and I listened with vivid interest as Hagrid told recent stories of Ivagio, Ronan, Bane, and the others. I had missed some of them- Bane excluded- and hearing recent stories was quite nice. I thought about retelling some of the stories to Firenze, but I wasn't sure how he'd take it or if it would make him more upset.

Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Harry wave his wand slightly and the bottle on the table refilled. I said nothing, grabbing my own cup and turned the wine into pumpkin juice. Then I started to take small sips while listening to Hagrid and Slughorn trade stories about the illegal dragon trades they'd taken part of.

Harry continued to refill the bottle and they started to get drunker. They started to make random toasts to some random, some not random things. To Hogwarts, to Dumbledore, to elf-made wine, and to Harry.

"Harry Potter!" Hagrid bellowed, slopping another bucket of wine down his front. I felt how I had felt coming to Grimmauld 12 before Christmas and finding Sirius had been drinking as he had been alone for a long time. I was quite upset, watching him drink himself into oblivion, but I did nothing to interfere.

"Yes, indeed, Parry Otter, the Chosen Boy Who- well- something of that sort." Slughorn mumbled.

Parry Otter. I laughed aloud and neither seemed to notice. Harry's lips twitched for a millisecond.

Hagrid became tearful soon after, reaching up and pulling the whole band of unicorn hair off of the ceiling and gave it to Slughorn. Slughorn put it in his pocket saying, "To friendship! To generosity! To ten Galleons a hair!"

I watched the end of the unicorn hair slip into his pocket, more upset than was rational. Hagrid and I had spent classes searching for unicorn hair. While easy to take off, unicorns were usually quite careful and rarely caught their tails on bushes unless they were already loose. It was going to take ages to find more unicorn hair for bandages. What if a magical creature got hurt? We would have nothing to bind their wounds with. . . unless something else could be used? Maybe Firenze could teach me something.

They started to sing and I put my head on my arms, wondering when the night was going to end. I suppose I could've left, but I didn't want to. Something was keeping me here.

Some called him Odo the early and some called him Odo the late It's undoubtedly true he was often confused, but his deeds they were noble and great

Some name him born on a Wednesday, for he had his measure of woe. No he was born on a Thursday some say, for he'd always a long way to go.

"Aaargh, the good die young," Hagrid muttered after slumping into his chair. "Me dad was no age ter go... nor were yer mum an' dad, Harry..." More tears oozed from his eyes and he grabbed Harry's arm and shook it. I watched the scene with sadness. "Bes' wiz and witchard o' their age I never knew... terrible thing... terrible thing..."

And Odo the hero, they bore him back home To the place that he'd known as a lad, They laid him to rest with his hat inside out And his wand snapped in two, which was sad.

"...terrible." Hagrid grunted one last time before falling asleep.

"Sorry, can't carry a tune to save my life." Professor Slughorn said with a hiccup.

"Hagrid wasn't talking about your singing. He was talking about my mum and dad dying." Harry said in a soft voice, the first time he'd talked ever since coming back into the cabin.

I flinched. Mum and Dad. I felt a sudden wave of grief and longing.

"Oh. Oh dear. Yes, that was- was terrible indeed. Terrible. . . terrible. . ." Slughorn said with a horrible belch. He refilled the mugs, obviously having nothing else to say but said anyways, "I don't- don't suppose you remember it, Harry?"

"No- well, I was only one when they died." Harry said. I was looking at the floor because I was crying. "But I've found out pretty much what happened since. My dad died first. Did you know that?"

"I- I didn't." Slughorn said in a quiet voice.

"Yeah. . . Voldemort murdered him and then stepped over his body toward my mum. He told her to get out of the way. He told me she needn't have died. He only wanted me. She could have run."

I imagined for a moment, if she had stepped aside. Voldemort would have only of killed Dad and Harry. It would've been me and her. Sirius would've helped her raise me and Lupin would have too. I could've later avenged Harry's killer. Or maybe Dumbledore would have destroyed him before I was even eleven.

"Oh dear. She could have. . . she needn't. . . That's awful. . ." Slughorn murmured.

"It is, isn't it? But she didn't move. Dad was already dead, but she didn't want me to go too. She tried to plead with Voldemort. . . but he just laughed. . ."

"That's enough! Really, my dear boy, enough. . . I'm an old man. . . I don't need to hear. . . I don't want to hear. . ."

He didn't want to hear what he had done.

"I forgot, you liked her, didn't you?" Harry asked. I shot him a quick look. Slughorn doted on his mother everyday, surely Harry couldn't have forgotten that! Or perhaps he was faking it.

"Liked her? I don't imagine anyone who met her wouldn't have liked her. . . Very brave. . . Very funny. . . It was the most horrible thing. . ."

"But you won't help her son. She gave me her life, but you won't give me a memory." Harry said.

Hagrid's snoring was all that filled the room at that moment. Even Fang was silent.

"Don't say that. It isn't a question. . . If it were to help you, of course. . . but no purpose can be served. . ."

"It can. Dumbledore needs information. I need information." Harry said loudly and firmly. Harry leaned forward a little. "I am the Chosen One. I have to kill him. I need that memory."

"You are the Chosen one?"

"Of course I am."

"But then. . . my dear boy. . . you're asking a great deal. . . you're asking me, in fact, to aid you in your attempt to destroy-"

"You don't want to get rid of the wizard you killed Lily Evans?"

"Harry, Harry, of course I do, but-"

"You're scared he'll find out you helped me?"

Slughorn said nothing.

"Be brave like my mother, Professor. . ."

Slughorn lifted his fingers to his mouth as though he were trying to smoke an invisible cigar. "I am not proud. . . I am ashamed of what- of what that memory shows. . . I think I may have done great damage that day. . ."

He had.

"You'd cancel out anything you did by giving me the memory. It would be a very brave and noble thing to do." Harry said.

Would it though? Would it cancel out everything?

Hagrid twitched his sleep, his elbow nearly knocking over the tankard. I watched as though hypnotized. There was a long silence. They both waited, a type of staring contest seemed to be going on between the two of them.

Finally Slughorn touched the tip of his wand to his temple and withdrew it, a long silver thread of memory stretched until it broke. It swung from the end of the wand until Slughorn put it into a small bottle and passed it, with a trembling hand, to Harry. He had tears in his eyes, or maybe his face was just obscured by my tears.

"Thank you very much, Professor."

"You're a good boy, and you've got her eyes. . . Just don't think too badly of me once you've seen it. . ." And with that, he put his head down and with a deep sigh, fell asleep.

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[angst-king]

A man by many names pt2

(this is a continuation of my Villain deku + child reader.) (CW description of injuries, child abuse & illuding to SA)

"Mommy and Daddy don't want me anymore"

His brows furrowed hard with confusion, he tried to press for more details but you curled in on yourself shakily not giving him an answer. So he put his questions aside and told you to stay put while he got the first aid kit. When he came back you were still in the same spot and the same position. He was kneeling in front of you asking for permission to help you. You nodded, looking over your body, Izuku had to bite his tongue at the numerous injuries. There were mainly bruises and you had a busted lip though, there were two injuries that made his blood boil.

There was a burn in the shape of a handprint that wrapped around your throat, as well as on your forehead including a patch of hair that seemed to have been ripped out. The area on your scalp and the hair surrounding it had been singed. Izuku had asked if your parents had quirks, and what they were.

You told him that your mother could swap places with living things and inanimate objects, and even do it to others. As long as she could picture or see it she could swap places. Your father had a quirk that as you described could take one thing from another if he touched it and make it super-powered. Izuku had done some research and looked into it and figured out that it was an energy-transferring quirk. The user could take the energy of whatever he touched and transfer it to another object. This mainly worked with physical sources of energy like electricity, fire, and water.

Seeing these burn marks, it wasn’t hard for Izuku to know that your father had been the one to leave these burns on you. Thankfully they didn’t look too bad, still, it brought a rage Izuku was fighting to keep contained! He’d grown fond of you and rather protective as well. Sure he’d gotten to know you and some of the things you went through he didn’t know all of it, and seeing that those who called themselves heroes would do such unspeakable things to a child enraged him beyond belief. The only reason he was biting his tongue was because he didn’t want to frighten you. You’d been through enough already and seemed pretty emotionally shaken. You didn’t need his rage, you needed protection and comfort.

Once Izuku bandaged you up he offered you something to eat or drink. You accepted the juice and were now sitting on the couch curled up watching an old cartoon on the TV. There was a piece of him that was hoping someone would take you from him. Show you that heroes could be sweet and genuine but Izuku’s pessimism over road it. He knew no one would come for you, no one would help you, no one would be there for you….just like him.

Izuku could be cruel, hardly had a caring bone in his body, and he could be extremely apathetic. But that behavior was mainly aimed at adults and occasionally overly cocky teens. Children were where he drew the line that was a piece of the population Izuku would defend with his life. You could do anything you wanted with an adult as long as it didn’t involve hurting a small innocent child. Izuku couldn’t take you to the police, even if he could walk around during the day without being imprisoned due to how well he kept his identity a secret. He couldn’t risk you ending up being placed back with those people who shouldn’t be called parents. Not to mention he knew that the foster system wasn’t any better.

He had taken you in, it had been a few days since you collapsed on his doorstep and you both learned more about each other. You learned that Izuku ate weird things that he said you weren’t allowed to eat because it would make you sick. He learned that you were used to starvation, so he had to be careful with feeding you. He could just give you a whole rice bowl, he had to give you small amounts so you wouldn’t be sick. You learned that Izuku hated heroes, you didn’t mind that, it was interesting to listen to him talk about them. He learned you had awful anxiety with people, and you learned that he was very warm and would cling to him any time you went out.

Tonight he learned just how deep your trauma ran. It was the weekend and Izuku was getting ready to go out you looked at him nervously, utterly silent but the anxiety was easily seen. Izuku noticed your fidgeting, and tiny whimpers and asked you softly.

“(Y/n) what’s wrong?” You quietly clutched your shirt and looked at the ground not able to look up at the man as you stammered out.

“D-d-do i h-have t-to l-leave?” He raised a brow and got down on his knees confusedly asking you to repeat the question. You did and when he heard that he shook his head.

“No, you don’t, you’re staying here.” But then when he said that your eyes blew wide and and tears welled up. You backed away from him and cried out.

“Please I don’t wanna go in the closet, please!” Hearing this Izuku became even more perplexed as to why you were so scared and what staying home had to do with going in the closet. But you couldn’t get out anything else besides.

“I’ll be good I promise, I-I won't interrupt, just don't put me in the closet.” You continued to plead with him not to be put in the closet as tears poured down your face. You scurried towards the wall, hands over your head as if to protect yourself. You cried this until you were red in the face and trembling. Then the next set of words that came from your mouth made Izuku sick to his stomach.

“I-I’ll even let your friends play with me!” He knew what you meant by that and could feel his heart shatter into a million pieces while his rage boiled beneath the surface. He slowly reached out and pulled you to him. Holding you to his chest, he rocked his body back and forth in a slow manner. Hushing you and telling you to take in deep breaths, it took that plus humming a small tune for you to calm down.

When you weren’t screaming he softly spoke up.

“(Y/n) I won't ask you to tell me what happened for you to be afraid of me leaving but, I promise you this. You will never have to worry about that ever again. You will never have to leave just because I have someone over or have to hide in the closet. And you will never have to let any adult play with you. I will not allow it. I promise you will never have to suffer like that ever again.” You nodded quietly and leaned into Izuku’s chest, holding onto his shirt as he wiped the tears from your eyes. You apologized for your panic episode but he quickly dismissed it.

It took several minutes before he put you down and told you that he had to go.

“Alright (Y/n), I’m gonna be back most likely in 3 hours, I have to go to a meeting but I will bring you some food. You don’t have to stay up and wait for me but you can if you want.” You nodded and softly asked for him to bring back rice cakes. He gave a small smile at your request and told you he would be back soon.

[angelsanarchy]

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Dani was still in shock to be riding shotgun in Eddie's van on her way out of town with her father's permission and very strict "don't get arrested, high or knocked up" rule.

"So are you going to tell me where we're going? I mean clearly my dad knows and it's also going to be far considering he gave you a full tank and a half worth of oxygen." Dani watched Eddie get comfortable in the driver seat.

"If I told you now, a months long surprise would be ruined. Can't you just sit there and trust that I only ever have brilliant plans?" Eddie smirked. Dani let out a belted laugh flipping Eddie's smirk around.

"Brilliant plans like trying to smoke in an abandon tree fort in the woods? Or the brilliant plan of thinking no one would notice the splif in your ear because your hair was extra fluffy the other day?" Dani reached over and swatted at Eddie's hair.

"You know, I'm starting to regret this big surprise. Maybe I should turn around and take someone else who is more excited to spend some alone time with me." Eddie teased.

"Can I at least guess?" Dani asked hopeful. Eddie threw his hand up encouraging the game if it would make her less anxious. She turned in her seat towards him.

"Okay let's break this down: it's far too cold for camping, we don't have a long weekend so whatever it is must get us back before school on Monday." Eddie laughed at Dani trying deduce his plan.

"Yeah because school would be my first priority in planning." Eddie glanced over at her.

"Gareth obviously knows because he's been asking me about our plans all week and I kept telling him we didn't have any." Dani looked at the back of the van to see what exactly Eddie was bringing. It wasn't much. A cooler, a sleeping bag, a big blanket and two bags of gas station snacks.

"I can smell your brain burning Murillo and I've yet to hear one real guess." Eddie interrupted her thoughts.

"My mind is racing. This is the first time I've been allowed to really go out and do anything. I can't settle on one thing to guess." Dani admitted making Eddie laugh.

"You're so lucky you're cute. I will give you a huge hint." Eddie turned the wheel and pulled off the road so he could root under his seat for something. Dani watched as he pulled a handful of cassette tapes out before finding the one he wants and putting it in the tape player. He put both hands on the steering wheel and looked over at her as Dio started pumping through his rickety speakers. Dani furrowed her eyebrows for a moment trying to figure out how Dio could be a hint.

Then it hit her.

"We're going to see Dio?" Dani asked eyes wide with shock. He nodded with a sly grin slipping across his face as she started bouncing in her seat.

"Shut the hell up! We are not going to see Dio! They aren't playing anywhere close to Hawkins." Dani challenged. Eddie reached across her lap to open the glove box and pull the tickets out for her to look at.

"Oh my god, we're going to Chicago to see Dio?! Eddie!" Dani squeaked grabbing Eddie's face and kissing him hard on the mouth as he laughed through the kiss.

"My first concert is going to be Dio. I can't believe it! How did you-"

"Consider this a celebration gift for getting off the tank. Gareth helped me score the tickets, I talked to your dad a few weeks ago so he would have time to think about it and pretty much sell my soul to get him to trust me with your safety." Eddie explained pulling the van back on the road. Dani stared at him in awe. No one had ever done something like this for her. Dani leaned over the console of the van making Eddie turn his head confused until she put her arms around his neck.

"You must like me a whole lot huh?" Eddie briefly took his eyes off the road to look at Dani who smiled sweetly. He had never seen so much excitement in her eyes.

"Yeah you could say that." He returned her smile and she gave him a much softer kiss this time. Eddie tried to keep his eyes on the road but felt the van swerving. Dani pulled back and returned to her space on the passenger side of the van, kicking her boots off and getting comfortable as she bounced excitedly.

The rest of the drive was spent playing games and singing along to the different tapes Dani picked out. Eddie had never let the passenger pick the music in the van. Never. Dani wasn't just a passenger to him though. She certainly wasn't just a friend either. Eddie had dated plenty of girls but he's never felt like how he feels when he's with Dani.

"You still didn't answer the question." Eddie teased tapping the wheel.

"Because it's insane. You can't ask me which member of Hellfire I would eat first if we were deserted on an island." Dani exclaimed in shock.

"The answer is obvious! Gareth would have to go!" Eddie teased.

"Gareth lives on cheetos and soda. He's hardly nutritious." Dani rationalized making Eddie laugh.

"I hate to break it to you sweetheart but we all eat like garbage bags. None of us are going to taste nutritious." Eddie could feel Dani's gaze shift back to him.

"I don't know, I don't think you would taste so bad." Eddie felt Dani's fit nudge his thigh and he looked at her.

"Oh yeah? Well you're always welcome to test that theory." Eddie could see Dani considering it but she shook her head.

"I'll make a note of it." Moments like these were going to kill Eddie. The more time they spent together, the more he wanted to go out of his way to make her smile. The sound of her squeal when they parked at the venue made his heart speed up and watching her scream and grin like a child when Dio finally stepped out on stage, it made him feel things.

Thing's he had never felt but remembers when he was a kid, sitting with his mom on her deathbed as she talked about how sorry she was that she was going to miss him falling in love. The way she talked about finding someone that made you want to be a better person and how you didn't need someone to complete you but give you a reason to smile. Those were the feelings he got whenever Dani looked at him.

The intro to Fallen Angels started playing and Dani leaned back into Eddie's chest, gripping his neck to bring his ear closer to her mouth.

"I want you to play this one for me. This guitar rift is insane!" Eddie nodded at Dani with a chuckle.

"You think I can shred like Vivian Campbell?!" Dani pulled back and gave him a look like he was crazy.

"Absolutely." Dani yelled without hesitation. Eddie smiled at her sincerity and pulled her in by the back of her neck for a kiss. The way his lips moved against Dani's was hungry with appreciation and lust. Dani pulled on the ends of Eddie's hair trying not to lose her footing when he tightened his hold on her. He chanced sliding his tongue across her bottom lip and was instantly met with her own rolling around his own. Dani pulled away suddenly and held onto Eddie's shirt as she tried to catch her breath.

Eddie tilted his head down trying to catch her eyes and she shifted bashfully biting her lip before wrapping her arms around Eddie and burying her face into his chest. Eddie tightened his arms around her and could feel her laughing against his chest.

"You drive me crazy, you know that?" Eddie kissed the top of her head and she leaned her head back, still holding her arms tightly around his waist and smiled up at him.

"Yeah but you love it." She smiled, the blush having stained her cheeks. There it was. That smile. Eddie shook his head as she turned her body around to watch the rest of Dio's set, resting her body against Eddie's, making sure to lace his arms around her shoulders.

Eddie realized all he needed to survive was metal, DND and Dani. Nothing else made him feel as complete and he was totally okay with that.

[blackcatxmagic]

"Pssh, whatever," Leo scoffed playfully when Arjun started giving him a hard time. "My ego would have to get pretty big before I needed help carrying it. I mean, look at me." At this, Leo raised his free arm and flexed before curving it back downward to flex his chest and abs as well, but it was all for show because then he began to laugh. Leo wasn't vain - well, except for maybe his hair - and he actually didn't have that big of an ego at all. He was very aware of his flaws. But with Arjun, Leo was a different person, one who saw all the good things, and he thought that that was probably because he was seeing himself through Arjun's eyes. Still laughing, Leo looked over at Arjun, wanting to see his reaction to the little show he had just put on; making Arjun laugh was one of his favorite things. "Yes, majestic," Leo confirmed. "That doesn't just mean like royalty. To me, it's kind of like...just having a fuck ton of grace, dignity, poise...beauty. You know, that sort of thing." His face felt just the slightest bit hot at his comment; Leo was always saying things like this to Arjun, and he often had this reaction because it just was not like him at all, not with other people at least.

Leo thought it was difficult for Arjun to talk about his mother, so he didn't ask about her; he knew his friend would share with him what he wanted to. So it was always nice when Arjun talked about her. That was something else Leo and Arjun shared: they had both lost their mothers, and nothing had been the same since. This tragedy was one of the things that connected them. "I understand why she said that," Leo told Arjun. "She was proud of you, and I get it. I'm proud of you too." He knew how much Arjun struggled sometimes, how much he had gone through, yet he just kept going. Leo on the other hand, he was a total mess. "My mother wouldn't be proud of me," he said softly, a thought he'd never said aloud before. But Leo was thinking about her a lot today; he thought he probably always would on his birthday.

As the two of them danced, Leo thought about their first meeting, smiling at what Arjun said. "Guys do that to you a lot, don't they?" he asked, shaking his head; those guys didn't know what they were missing out on. "Their loss," he added. Laughing, he told Arjun, "But you know, at the very beginning I thought kind of the same thing. I'd let you talk, take you back to my place, and then that would be that. But then I actually listened to you, and...well, here we are, like you said." Leo wasn't sure what it had been about Arjun exactly that had made him give the guy a chance, but he was glad that he had. He'd gotten a best friend out of it.

Then Leo laughed even more when he heard Arjun's confession - that was so like his friend, very much something he would do. "So you're telling me you broke the law and entered my home without permission?" he asked, but Leo was smiling as he said this; obviously he wasn't mad. More seriously, Leo reassured Arjun, "It's okay, yeah. I wouldn't have told you where I hide my spare key if it wasn't." When he had told Arjun where they key was, Leo had known full well that his friend at some point would use it. "Plus I'm getting a birthday surprise out of it, so how could I be angry about that?"

Listening to Arjun recall birthdays past, Leo realized another thing they had in common. They'd been so isolated from their peers in their youth, though there had been well-intentioned reasons for both of them. However, that didn't take away the sense of loss they felt because of it. "The last time I had a birthday party was my seventh birthday," Leo replied. "Sometimes if I had a friend in one of the new places we'd moved to, my mom might take us to the movies or something, but usually it was just the two of us." She'd done her best to make his birthdays special though, and Leo felt a sudden wave of sorrow. But it was hard to stay sad when he had his best friend here. "I hope you know that your next birthday is going to be fucking epic," Leo told Arjun with a wide grin on his face.

Though they were still dancing, Leo said, "Arjun...I kind of want to go see my birthday surprise now. You should have known it would be all I could think about." Grinning playfully and feeling a little like a child, Leo asked, "Can we go see it? Please?" He gave Arjun his best puppy dog eyes as he asked this.

Arjun laughed at Leo’s comment about “King Leonidas” going to his head, nudging his friend as they swayed to the beat. “You’re right. If your ego grows any bigger, I’ll have to call in backup to help carry it around,” he joked. But the teasing melted into something warmer when Leo called him majestic, the weight of the words settling over him with an unexpected fondness. Thankfully, the Spock ears covered most of his ears and hid how they turned red.

“Majestic, huh? You’re the first person to ever call me that,” he admitted with a grin, his eyes fixed on Leo. “My mother would say Chand - you are my greatest success.” I don't know what I did to be a success -- but there you have it." Leo had a way of grounding him, making him feel like he could take care of the woman he missed. It was like Leo’s acceptance allowed Arjun to breathe easier, like he could let down walls he didn’t even realize he had up.

As they danced, Arjun couldn’t help but notice how natural this felt, Leo’s arms steady around him, a comforting anchor in the noisy, crowded venue. He laughed softly as they moved, glancing up with a playful glint in his eyes. “If ‘your majesty’ is going to your head, then it’s definitely worth it. A little confidence never hurt anyone.”

But as Leo admitted what he’d first thought when they met, Arjun snorted. “I thought maybe you’d be one of those guys who’d listen to my stories for an hour, humor me, and then I’d never see you again,” he said, his smile lingering as he recalled their first encounter. “But here we are.” He knew Leo enjoyed the intimacy of physical touch and connection; he didn't begrudge him that -- he did wonder though why Leo had thought of him the first time they met.

Dancing with Leo felt like the best way to celebrate his friend’s birthday—all right, really it would be the cake that he had left in Leo's fridge and hot chocolate but this was also very good. To have the cake, he'd have to admit it was there in the first place.

As they swayed to the music, Arjun finally admitted, “You know, there’s actually more waiting for you back at your place. Just a few things—I, uh, may have let myself in and decorated a little. Nothing big.” He chuckled, scratching his neck in a bashful gesture. “Hope that’s okay.”

Admitting that much felt easy with Leo, like he’d finally found someone who wouldn’t mind his quirks or small surprises. He wasn’t sure why, but something about celebrating Leo’s birthday had felt like it was something he important he wanted to do.

“This is all new for me. I never celebrated birthdays with friends growing up. My mom was amazing, and she’d fill the house with philosophers, scientists, mathematicians, even the occasional guru… anyone with a brilliant mind, but never kids my own age.” He smiled, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. “I learned a lot, but I always kind of wondered what it’d be like to have… well, a night like this, with people who actually felt like friends.

He gave Leo’s waist a playful squeeze, the honesty leaving him feeling a little overwhelmed. “So… I might have gone overboard.”

[adelheidvonschicksal]

I could do a scenario where reader loves to mess with megumi's hair, but suddenly she stops because she thinks she's bothering him.

The first time you notice how soft his hair is was when you were returning to school after a long mission.

You were riding in a car with the entire first-year gang. Nobara sat in the front seat next to Ijichi while you were placed in the back between Yuji and Megumi. The ride back was a long one. After an exhausting day of exorcising curses, you were all tired. Nobara and Yuji ended up falling asleep minutes into the ride, leaving Megumi to watch the sights passing through the window and you shyly trying to make conversation with him.

It's hard considering the strong crush you have on your fellow classmate. He was intelligent, kinder than he really let on, and fairly mature (at least compared to the people you’re usually around). His good looks were the cherry on top of the entire package. Everyone knew Megumi was a pretty boy and often teased him about it. He had fair skin, long, thick eyelashes, and your favorite being his dark hair. It looked so soft whenever your teacher would pat his head, flattening out the black tresses and ruffling them, much to Megumi’s chagrin. But you really wished you could feel as well.

You were the type of person to show your fondness for others through touch. Some people liked it, and some didn’t. For example, Yuji normally had no problem with you touching him, even welcomed it. You weren’t brave enough to ask someone like Megumi for the same sort of relationship, so you kept your hand to yourself when it came to him. At least until Megumi fell asleep, leaning against the car door for support. It’s then you saw your chance and carefully reached to touch one of the longer spikes.

The little black point wavered at your poking, lightly curling around your index finger as you swirled it around. You giggled to yourself about it. It’s thicker and fluffier than you imagined and also incredibly soft, proving Kugisaki’s theory about a ton of hairspray wrong.

Suddenly, a bump in the road cut your touching short, and you quickly jumped away when Megumi’s eyes began to flutter open.

Suspicious, he asked, “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” you said calmly despite your heart thumping under his gaze, but he dropped his interrogation as you all pulled into the school’s parking lot.

That was three months ago.

Now, the two of you were dating, and you saw that as permission to continue your physical intimacy with your more introverted boyfriend.

“Good morning, guys,” you greet your classmates and teacher with a wave, saving your happier actions for Megumi as your hand immediately goes towards his head to ruffle his hair. You pull your hand away but not before letting your fingers clasp your favorite cowlick. Giving a gentle tug, you let it bounce back into place with a smile.

Megumi groans softly, his mouth pursed into a slight frown as he goes to fix his hair back into its normal disarray.

Gojo claps, bringing your attention towards him. “Well now that everyone’s here, let’s go shopping.”

With that, the five of you head to the shopping district despite the heat bearing down on the city. You spend about an hour walking around before deciding to take a break so Nobara and Gojo can catch their breath in the shade while you return some clothes you bought a few weeks earlier across the street. Megumi and Yuji go to buy all five of you drinks, but it isn’t long before you hear Yuji yelling from outside the store.

“Sensei! Kugisaki! Fushiguro is getting hit on! We have to protect (L/Name)’s relationship!”

Before you could even stop them, they’re already up and running in Fushiguro’s direction. Sighing, you grab your card from the store owner and run to catch up with your group.

When you arrive, Kugisaki and Itadori are already clinging to him and ranting something about being in love with him before Gojo saunters up in his best casual wear to challenge them. You have to stifle back a laugh as he goes on about music practice and homewrecking before the event ends with Megumi smacking Yuji in the head as Nobara and Gojo stalk off, defeated.

Hearing your laughter, Yuji cowers behind you with tearful chibi eyes. “Do you see that, (Name)? Fushiguro is so mean. I was only trying to help him and that's the treatment I get .”

“You didn’t help at all. You were nothing short of embarrassing.”

You giggle at the two before reaching out to your silently fuming boyfriend. “No need to be so grumpy, Megumi-kun, or did Gojo give you too much violin homework,” you sing out teasingly, earning a growl about how it isn’t funny as you playfully scramble his hairstyle.

“And that! Will you stop with that?” Megumi demands and forcefully shoves your hand away. “It’s so annoying. You don’t see me petting you all day like some damn pet.”

“Oh,” you say, stepping back from him in your shock. This is the first time Megumi has brought up how you chose to dote on him. Yes, he’d quietly grumble about it from time to time like most things, but he never yelled at you about how you chose to display your affection. You guess you never really realized how much it truly bothered him. Biting back the hurt in your voice, you apologize. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you upset.”

Megumi grunts softly in response, and Yuji decides it’s probably best to ask Gojo to take you all home for today.

It isn’t long after that Megumi begins to notice your interactions with him starting to change. He apologized for yelling at you soon after the event, but you were still much less touchy with him even after accepting his apology.

Normally, you’d grab onto his hand without so much as asking or surprise him with kisses on his cheek. Now, you only hold his pinky from time to time and only if he asks. You also stop your go-to of rubbing his head when you’d greet him or playing with the ends of his hair when you were bored.

Megumi thought maybe something was bothering you, but then he noticed how you’d still laugh and joke around with Yuji and Nobara, your hand gripping onto their shoulder when they’d tell an extra funny joke or affectionately patting them on the back. That wasn’t the worst though. The worst was when you’d absentmindedly sweep Yuji’s hair back into place when it got messy from training. The jealousy it sparked in Megumi was the last straw that makes him decide to ask you what was wrong.

You’re surprised when he tugs on your sleeve, interrupting your conversation with Itadori and Kugisaki. “Hey, can we talk?”

“Sure,” you say, nodding off to Itadori and Kugisaki before following Megumi to the waterspouts outside. You both sat together on the brick square surrounding the structure. It’s a few quiet seconds of you staring at Megumi as he folds his hands in front of him and lazily taps his foot. Dark blue eyes stare at you before dropping back to the ground.

“Are you still mad at me for yelling at you the other week?”

You shake your head. “I told you it’s fine. I’m not mad at you about that.”

“Then, it’s something else,” he decides, and he desperately tries to rack his brain for what else he could have possibly done wrong, “I’m sure I didn’t forget your birthday or anything. Do you not like me anymore or something?”

Gasping, you deny his claim, “Of course I like you, why would you think I don’t?”

“Because you’re not so friendly with me anymore like the way you are with the others, so either you’re upset with me, or you don’t have the same feelings for me as you do with them.”

“It’s neither of those things. With Yuji and Nobara, they’re both sociable people, but you aren’t like them. You don’t like all that kind of stuff, and I don’t want to annoy you by doing things you don’t like.”

Megumi scowls at your confession, sighing because he remembers exactly why you must be talking like this so suddenly. He specifically called your touches annoying, and he inwardly curses at himself for it. “You’re wrong. It’s not that I don’t like it…” he begins unsurely then pauses.

“Then, what?”

Megumi groans softly, an embarrassed heat starting to build in his cheeks as he quietly croaks out, “Feels good.”

“What’s that?” you ask, scooting closer so you can hear him better.

Megumi blushes lightly and cranks his head to look away from your cutely confused blinking. “It feels good when you do it,” he repeats robotically.

“When I do what?”

“When you play with my hair,” he hesitantly explains in more detail, “When Gojo does it, it’s aggravating, but I don't mind so much with you.”

Hesitantly, you ask, “So is it okay if I do it now?”

Megumi nods. “If you want.”

Cautiously, you lift your hand, pulling back in doubt a few times before ultimately sliding your fingers through his hair and rubbing. Megumi groans softly at your touch, and you realize that all those rushed noises of aggravation were actually him moaning from how light and comforting your touch was. You move your hand forward and backward some more, massaging his head until his head starts nodding and his eyes flutter a bit.

You giggle at him. “Are you falling asleep? You’re such a kid.”

“This is exactly why I didn’t want to tell you.”

You laugh louder as he scoffs to hide his embarrassment.

“In that case, you can sleepover with me tonight, and we can do this if you want,” you offer sweetly, and Megumi glances at you, thinking it over. As your smile grows and your hand hits that sweet spot right at the nape of his neck, he couldn’t deny that he liked the idea of falling asleep with you playing with his hair.

“I’d like that.”

[lythea-creation]

Youthful Sins - Sirius Black x daughter reader

First of all thanks for the request, anon. I kinda changed it up a bit, but hope you like it anyway :)

request: Sirius meets a young girl (Friend of Fred&George) in Grimauldplace 1995, who is basically a copy of him. During the summer holidays, he tries to connect to the Reader as he realizes that the girl is his daughter. The Reader does not know about their relationship and has to deal with the reality as she overhears Remus and Sirius talking about her. (Pls Drama)

warnings: family issues, angst

word count: 2.274

Author's note: Feel free to check out my Masterlists and make requests. No reposting please! Reblogging, comments and requests are always appreciated <3 If you like the story/my writing, please don't be shy to say it via comments or asks! It takes you a few seconds and might make my day. It's the best appreciation you can show to a writer you like.

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It was strange to be back at 'home', especially because I somehow liked it. It was not nearly like twenty years before, when I had left.

It was lively in a good way. Harry, Hermione, (f/n) and the Weasleys were bringing chaos and energy into this house that had kept mostly bad memories for me until now.

(f/n) and the twins were the worst out of them, always pulling pranks on everyone with their magic and fully abusing it to be of age.

Something about (f/n) had drawn me in right from the beginning. The way she was laughing, the dazzling gray of her eyes, her black hair. But mostly it were her character and energy I could not help but envy. She was full of confidence and life, always looking for the next kick of adrenaline and fun.

That was why it hurt me to watch her. She reminded me of myself when I had been younger, before Azkaban had sucked every joy out of my body, mind and soul.

The combination with the Weasley twins was even more of a painful reminder of my time as one of the Marauders.

Currently they were watching Molly making a soup. What had they put in there?

As Molly was pouring some spices into it, it suddenly exploded making a complete mess out of the kitchen.

Her yelling and cursing echoed through the house as the trio was quietly laughing.

“Got ya”, I declared while placing my hand on (f/n)'s shoulder.

The twins immediately disapparated obviously forgetting that (f/n) could not unless she wanted to take me with her.

“See … it was all the twins idea”, she claimed innocently.

“Sure”, I replied sarcastically, an amused grin evident on my face.

“Hey, Sirius … (f/n). Have you seen the twins? Actually I assumed you three pulled a prank on me again, but it seems like my sons managed to do that all on their own this time”, she ranted.

(f/n) mustered me clearly evaluating whether I would snitch on her or not. Of course I did not. I knew exactly how it felt to be in her shoes.

“They vanished mere seconds ago”, I enlightened Molly.

“Of course they did. Thanks, Sirius”, she mumbled with a sigh.

“Thanks for not telling her”, (f/n) noted casually. It literally felt like dealing with my younger self.

“Nah … I was the same when I was your age”, I told her.

“Seriously? Would have never bet”, she mocked me.

“You're pretty feisty”, I realized.

She simply shrugged her shoulders. “So you were a rebel as a teenager or what? Wanted to oppose your parents? I bet ... since you're here. After all the Blacks are nothing I would connect to the Order”, she considered.

“I was a Gryffindor in a family full of Slytherins. You can imagine that I wasn't my parents' favorite”, I alluded.

“But having friends made it bearable, I guess?”, she suggested unimpressed.

“Yeah. I moved to my friend when I was sixteen”, I confessed.

“Well … I basically did the same. I'm at Hogwarts whenever I can and go to the Weasleys during summer break. That's the advantage when you don't have parents. You don't need to ask for permission. The orphanage I used to live in is always happy about less work”, she stated.

“Sorry … I didn't know you grew up without family”, I quickly apologized.

“Nah, it's fine. Childhood was crap. I basically grew up like a muggleborn. But since I got to Hogwarts everything improved and now I'm pretty good. I mean … it's not worth it to mourn after people who didn't want me”, she declared although her body language was showing me that it was still bothering her.

“(f/n)”, Fred whispered signaling her to come over to the stairs.

“Gotta go now”, she warned me and returned to her friends.

I could not stop thinking about her words after that. My intuition was telling me that something was off with her. Yet I had no idea what it could be.

No matter how much I thought about it during the next days I did not get any closer to an answer.

“Fred! George! (f/n)! Who of you enchanted my wool to tie me up?”, Molly inquired furiously.

I entered the living room to see the whole scene, but by now Molly had erased the spell and the trio was standing in front of her instead.

“Alright! If none of you wants to spill the beans, hand me your wands and I will take a look at it myself”, she demanded. “Now!”

They handed their wands over silently, a small nervous and yet victorious smile on their lips.

My eyes however wandered over to (f/n)'s wand that looked quite familiar.

“Hey, Molly. I will hold the wands you're finished with”, I offered.

She welcomed my offer gratefully.

Now I could take a proper look at (f/n)'s wand and suddenly I remembered where I knew it from.

It was almost an exact copy of Mary's wand.

An involuntary gasp left my lips.

“Is everything alright?”, (f/n) wondered as I was staring down at her wand.

“Sure. I just thought that your wand is pretty cool”, I lied.

“Of course it is”, she agreed with a smirk that once again reminded me of myself. And suddenly it had another impact on me than before.

I had to talk to Remus.

Once I was able to retreat I escaped to my room and began writing Remus a letter asking him to come over.

The next day he was here.

“So what was so important that I had to travel here?”, Remus questioned as soon as we were alone in my room.

“When did Mary and I break up?”, I bombarded him instead of giving him an answer.

“Mary Klentwill? Why? Oh … no! Padfoot, don't tell me …”

“Please, Moony. When?”

“1977”, he recalled.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Dammit!”, I cursed.

“Now tell me what exactly is up?”, he requested.

I told him everything I knew about (f/n). How she seemed to be an exact copy of my younger self in girl form and how her wand looked like Mary's.

“You should perform an ancestors spell on her”, Remus suggested.

“I didn't even know anything like that existed”, I admitted.

“Just get me one of her hairs and one of yours and I will test it”, he instructed me.

I told myself not to panic before knowing for sure, but I was still freaking out.

Luckily it was not hard to find one of her hairs. I could simply pick one from her pillow.

“Okay”, Remus mumbled and cast the spell.

It felt like an eternity until we got the result.

My whole world started spinning when I saw the positive result. (f/n) was my daughter. The thought alone overwhelmed me to an amount that I could barely stand straight.

“Hey, that's not too bad, is it? (f/n) and you seem to get along, don't you?”, Remus attempted to comfort me.

“But coming along and being her father are two completely different things”, I reminded him.

All of a sudden the door creaked open revealing (f/n). “What? You're my father?”, she questioned absolutely distraught.

“Yes, (f/n). Apparently I am, but ...”

Tears were welling up in her eyes as she was staring into mine. So many different emotions were displaying on her face that the sight alone made me feel lost.

“But what? You wish you didn't know? You wish you hadn't met me? You wish I wouldn't know? But what?”, she yelled at me.

The others had already begun to gather around us to see what this whole commotion was about.

I had no clue how to react to this situation, especially her outburst.

My father and I had basically hated each other. Arthur was more of a father to her than I could grasp. How was I supposed to take that role?

Now it felt like I had abandoned her. The hypothetical scenario of my life with her overpowered me. She seemed to be a great kid. It felt like I had already missed everything. Azkaban had taken even more from me than I had known.

(f/n) shook her head violently before disapparating.

Great! My first few minutes as a parent and I had already failed miserably.

The worried, shocked and disbelieving faces of the people around me did not help.

So I simply closed the door in front of their faces.

Remus was the only one left with me. He knew me well and stayed silent.

“I don't know what to do, Moony. She clearly hates me. How could she not?”, I murmured.

“She just needs some time. Trust me. She will come back. But by then you should have figured out what you want and can give her”, Remus advised me.

A knock resounded on the door followed by Molly entering the room and sitting down next to me on the bed.

“(f/n) is a great kid. She may appear to be chaotic, reckless and arrogant from time to time, but she's standing up for her friends and strangers. She tries to protect the ones who can't do it themselves. Despite losing house-points for her behavior she's actually very smart and getting good grades. But most importantly right now … she is forgiving, handing out more second chances than she should because she actually got hurt quite a lot due to it. Yet she still believes. She's strong and somehow manages to deal with every obstacle that is thrown her way. I saw her growing up and it was painful to watch from time to time. But it all made her the person she is today. (f/n) can easily live on her own. She proved that over and over again. But she doesn't have to. My family will always be hers too. The question is: Do you want to be part of it as well?”, Molly pointed out. “She would definitely add something great to your life and I'm sure you could do it the other way around too. If you really want to. Otherwise please spare her from more pain than she has to bear. She has already been through enough and I don't want to hear her crying herself to sleep when she thinks nobody notices.”

With these words Molly stood up and left me behind with more questions to answer.

(f/n) did not return for days.

Honestly I was worried sick. Now that I knew she was my daughter I wanted her to be safe and sound.

The twins promised me that she was, but all the waiting did not exactly ease my nerves.

When (f/n) finally returned after five days she greeted me with a simple: “What's up?”

I wanted to pull her into my arms right then and there, but I did not know if it was appropriate.

“Listen …”, she requested. “I'm sorry I disappeared out of the blue. I needed some time to process everything. You didn't know that you're my father, right? You just found out yourself. So … don't stress about it. I don't need a parent anymore. I have the Weasleys and learned to love them like a family. I'm not lacking anything. So if you wanna vanish completely out of my life that's fine. If you wanna watch from the sidelines that's fine as well. You could also become a major part of my life. That's up to you. I'm giving you the complete freedom to choose. I'm giving you the chance to stay with me. But I don't have control over your decision. So everything will be fine in the end.”

How could she be so mature all of a sudden? I had only known her as the confident prankster. This was a completely different side of her. It made me curious for more.

“The confrontation overwhelmed me and I didn't know what to say. You asked me 'but what?'. Apparently I'm your father, but I have no clue what I'm doing. I know nothing about being a proper dad. Mine was shitty and I never spent enough time with James' dad to build such a strong relationship with him. So I will probably fail a lot at this whole parenting thing and hurt you countless of times. I'm not sure if I want to do that to you. You would definitely enrich my life, but I just don't know if I could do the same for you or if I will pull you down”, I confessed.

“Sirius, you're getting it all wrong. I'm not a child anymore. I'm a strong, independent woman. Trust me. By now I really know how to deal with painful situations. And I don't mean to offend you, but you're a stranger to me. Your actions won't form me and it will take some time until I will take them to heart even. You need to earn my love and trust. Until then you will have enough time to learn how to deal with me”, she noted.

Molly had been right. (f/n) was incredibly smart.

“So what? Wanna pull some pranks with me?”, she suggested.

Yes. My answer to her would always be yes.

I could only hope I was nearly as strong as her to survive our from now on shared journey.

[hxney-lemcn]

No One Like You — Hunter x gn! reader

Summery: The gang tries to get Belos to end the draining spell, someone comes in last minute to save them...?

tw: Spoilers for season 2 episode 21. Panic attack, abuse, mentions of death.

a/n: Okay...I'm not gonna lie...I changed the ending so I could finish the fic now and it's not the best. Kinda seems rushed but tbf I made this fic nonstop writing for 5 days straight so give me some slack. I just wanted everyone with a happy ending :(

wc: 2.3k

Chapter Fifteen

Master List | Chapter One

I sat next to the palismen as they shivered. Willow held King, Gus was fidgeting with the mirror artifact, Amity was pacing, and Mr. Blight was driving the ship, with Hunter on his side. I held the palismen close to me, trying not to let our impending doom fill my mind. 

“I know how to fly a ship,” Mr. Blight said annoyed as Hunter kept messing with levers.

“Then fly faster,” Amity sniped back. “We’re barely halfway there! Luz could be in trouble.”

“Maybe if I took the wheel…” Hunter trailed off.

“Very eager to return to Belos, eh, Golden Guard?” Mr. Blight stabbed.

“At least I never built him an army!” Hunter retaliated. 

“Watch your tone with me young man,” Mr. Blight scolded, letting go of the steering wheel to point at him. Which led the ship to rock and the palismen scuttled closer into me. I felt my stomach lurch with the ship, I already wasn’t a fan of heights and that did not help. 

“Hey, here’s a bright idea,” Gus said, angrily standing up. “Don’t distract the pilot!”

They all started arguing and I shut my eyes trying to block out the sound. My breathing started to accelerate as their shouting overlapped and they raised their voices. I held my hands over my ears, I thought I was over this, I thought this didn’t affect me anymore. I guess I was wrong. 

Before my moms got together, it was just mom and I. Mom…had a tendency of picking pretty awful people as her partner. I didn’t blame her, she even told me that she just wanted to give me a normal family. But everyone she chose turned out to be abusive. It was never aimed towards me. The arguing always happened late at night when they thought I was asleep. I was young, and I felt helpless as I tried not to cry at the shouting. I read books to distract myself, but that didn’t do much as I heard the punch. 

I felt myself start to hyperventilate at the returning memories. Tears threatened to fall as I grabbed my hair in fistfulls to try and ground myself. I felt so embarrassed that I was reacting this way, but I couldn’t help it. 

The feeling of an arm wrapping around me brought me back slightly. I looked up with teary eyes, only to see Hunter’s concerned face. I was still hyperventilating and seeing him made a few tears fall. Holding his hand up, he started to breathe in and count to four. I tried to follow him, but it took me a few tries before I was able to steady my breathing. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” Hunter asked, a worried frown plastered on his face. 

“I’ll tell you later,” I mumbled. If there is a later, my mind pessimistically added. 

Hunter nodded and handed me a small loaf of bread and I took it gratefully. Looking around I saw that everyone else has calmed down. I nuzzled further into Hunter’s embrace, eating the bread in small bites. He was so warm and I felt myself calm down further. Mr. Blight came over and tapped Hunter on the shoulder, motioning to the wheel of the ship. Hunter looked at him in shock before looking back at me for permission. Smiling at him softly, I leaned up, pecked his cheek, and nodded.

He got up and went to steer the ship. I looked up to the sky, even if I wasn’t in danger of the draining spell, Hunter was. My parents were. People I care about are about to die if we don’t make it in time. I felt anxiety claw at my mind, the thought of watching Hunter die was a huge possibility and the thought clawed at the back of my brain. I brought my gaze to Hunter who stood proudly at the front of the ship. I know this is a pessimistic thought, but if these were going to be my last moments with him…I want to make them count.

I walked over to Hunter’s side, leaning on the panel in a way I wasn’t pressing anything. He looked at me and sent me a bittersweet smile. I sent one back.

“Are you going to be okay?” I asked quietly. “You know…we’ll have to face Belos…”

“No one’s going to be okay if the spell goes through,”  Hunter countered. “I’m gonna have to be okay.”

I clenched my fist tightly, “You don’t have to be okay. I mean yes, even if you aren’t okay we’re still facing Belos, but you don’t have to hide your emotions because of that.”

Hunter glanced down, but looked back up at our path, “...fine. I’m…scared. I…some part of me still wants Belos’ recognition and…”

“I may not understand to the full extent,” I started, not wanting to overstep boundaries. “But I know that Belos raised you, he’s like a paternal figure. It makes me so angry knowing that he’s used that to his advantage and hurt you without care. Just…you have us now, and whatever he tries, we’ll always be here for you.”

“Thank you,” He replied. “That means a lot.”

Mr. Blight came over and took over steering the ship to give Hunter a break. We stayed near the front, resting our backs against the edge of the ship. I felt Hunter's hand brush mine lightly. I glanced at him from the corner of my eye, and slowly held his hand in my own. He intertwined our fingers and I rested my head on his shoulder. It just sucks that kids have to be the ones to save the world. Isn’t it supposed to be adults? That’s how it is in the books. 

Hunter lifted his hand, breaking our hold to look at his wrist. I followed his gaze to see the coven sigil on his wrist glowing. I felt my stomach drop. We were close to the head when we were interrupted.

“Your ship has been reported stolen,” A scout shouted with a ship full of abomitons. “Land immediately!” 

“Mom,” Amity grumbled. 

Gus then made an illusion to make it look like we turned into a murder of crows. Hunter and I flew towards the other ship to try and stop the ship. Hunter wrapped the scout in their own cloak, but got slapped out of the air by one of the abomitons. I quickly flew down after him and caught him in my arms. He looked at me with a blush, but got distracted as Flapjack came back. He got back onto his staff and Amity stopped the abomitons with her dad's remote. 

“Why did I make those things so powerful?” Mr. Blight questioned as the ship appeared back. “Stupid Alador. Stupid!”

We all landed back onto the ship, only for it to be hit. Two more scout ships appeared on each side. The ship plummeted at lightning speed as the scouts fully popped the ship's balloon. Hunter held me close to himself, trying to brace for impact. I held him back, hoping to offer some sort of protection back. Hitting the ground, we flew off the ship and hit the ground hard. Hunter was under me as I stood up slowly, stupid Hunter taking the brunt of the fall. It should’ve been switched. I helped Hunter up as Mr. Blight started to take down abomitons. Amity tried to get him to come with us but Willow grabbed her as we started to run to the head of the Titan. 

Entering the ceremony was terrifying. Witches of all kinds littered the ground, their lives slowly draining from them. I kept my head up as I followed the others up onto the stage that held the head coven witches. Hunter rushed towards Darius, if I recall correctly, trying to shake him awake. But my eyes landed on Eda, her curse seeming to consume her. Amity, Willow, and I all rushed to her, holding her up as she was limp.

“She’s not waking up,” I exclaimed as Willow and I rested her to lay on the ground. 

“We have to get to the head,” Amity said sternly, pointing in the direction. “Luz could be in trouble.” 

Nodding in agreement, we stood up and I got Gus and Hunter’s attention, “We’re going to the head, let’s go.”

We flew as fast as we could into the head. My eyes kept drifting to Hunter’s arm as the draining spell crawled further up. We landed on a bridge high up and sprinted. We got to a corridor with a horrifying monster with Luz behind it. Willow held it down with vines as we stood in defense. 

“We’re here to help!” Willow exclaimed. 

“Did you really think we wouldn’t follow you?” Amity asked with a smile.

“Yeah girl,” Gus agreed. “Get with it.”

“You guys are literally the coolest!” Luz exclaimed in relief. The monster rose up and Luz explained, “We have to get him to stop the draining spell but he’s all berserk mad!” Wait so that thing is Belos?

Willow tried to get him down again with more vines, but he ended up snapping them, shaking the area around us. Amity protected Luz from some falling rocks and Hunter stood in front of me protectively. Amity and Luz tried to hold Belos down with abomination goo and ice but he broke through it. I noticed that Hunter let his branded arm go limp, the draining spell taking its toll. We ran backwards to give us some space. Gus tried to calm Belos down with memories of his past, but Belos went to attack Gus. Hunter and I quickly got him out of the way. I crouched next to Gus and Belos was suddenly in front of Hunter. His face morphed back to seemingly normal.

“Hunter, why are you hurting me?” Belos asked, I felt myself tense, crouching behind Hunter. “I only wanted to help you!”

“You’re…” Hunter trailed off, fear clear on his face. My eyes trailed to see glowing yellow like veins reaching his face and I felt like there was a hole in my stomach. “You’re lying!”

“Kill him,” Belos spoke in a demonic voice, his face morphing back to the monsters, and I pushed Hunter behind me. 

Belos stood up and roared, the blue eyes littering his body glowing. I morphed to give myself wings and claws, and flew up to him, only for one of his arms to swat me out of the air at light speed. I rolled to the side as Willow tried to grab him with her vines once more. We kept fighting and fighting, but nothing seemed to work. Belos finally managed to corner us and I wrapped my arm around Hunter. I felt tears well in my eyes as I couldn’t ignore the yellow cracks that reached the top of his head. The feeling of dread as Belos loomed above us, ready to deal the final blow. We were all going to die here. I clung to Hunter, closing my eyes tightly as I saw Belos raise his hand he morphed into a scythe. 

I waited a second, the only sounds being our heavy breathing. Why aren’t we dead? I opened my eyes only to see…a child? They held the tip of the scythe and stared at us. They wore what seemed to be pajamas that were night themed. Their face seemed to be half a sun and half moon colored, with glowing red and yellow eyes. 

“Whatcha playing?” They asked, head tilted to the side. We stared in confusion as Belos backed up.

“Collector?” Belos asked, and…did he sound scared? The Collector turned around with a frown. “You're free. Just as promised.”

“As promised?” The collector replied incredulously. “I remember someone throwing me off a bridge. I’m not angry though. Say, you wanna play tag?” They brought Belos close so they were face to face, “I’m it.” With a touch, Belos was launched as he splattered into the wall like he was a bug. If I was terrified before? I am horrified now. I glanced at Hunter to see him holding a hand over his mouth. 

“Too slow,” The Collector laughed. Turning to us, they continued, “You guys look slow too. Do you need a head start?” They walked towards us, finger held out, and I brought Hunter closer to me. 

“Whoah whoah,” King spoke up, coming out of seemingly nowhere. “Collector! Buddy, pal.”

“King!” The Collector exclaimed like they were greeting an old friend. 

“Remember what we talked about?” King asked, like he was talking to a kid. “You gotta help all my friends outside, or, uh, we won’t get to play Owl House.”

“Uh, Owl House,” Luz said stammering. “Uh, gosh. I love that game.”

“The memories last a lifetime,” Amity agreed. 

“I play it everyday!” I exclaimed with a nervous laugh. 

“I play it every hour,” Gus one upped me. Hunter just squeaked in fear. 

“I’ll explain the rules later,” King continued. “But remember, we need lots of players.”

The Collector walked towards us and we rushed out of their way. They stared out at the draining spell that was currently taking place, “Hmmm. Okay!” They then moved their finger…and the moon followed, stopping the spell. “Boop!” I smiled in relief as the yellow vanished from Hunter’s skin. 

“Hmmm,” The Collector hummed, and we inched backwards. “If we’re gonna play Owl House, we’re gonna need an Owl House!”

The Collector floated into the air and King floated towards him. 

“King!” Luz exclaimed, reaching a hand out, only for Amity to hold her back. 

Out of nowhere, King took out a disk and the Collector disappeared into it, “No! You can’t do this! You promised!”

“I’m sorry,” King apologized. “But this is for the better.”

“You liar!” The Collector shouted. “You pinky swore!” King looked away in guilt.

“I-I’m sure there’s a way we can make this better,” I said weakly. “Right?”

We all looked at each other and nodded.

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1. Sora's childhood dream job was being an Olympic champion actually! So he aimed for his dream and got fairly close! He's just not good enough at sports to really be a champion. So he trains people and coaches them instead. To him, it's pretty fulfilling work :3

2. The favor and how he ended up working for the Clan are interconnected actually! As well as Fon's escape from the Clan! Because when Fon left at 18/19, he was very lost and confused and immensely sheltered. The Clan was after him, so his stress was obvious. And a young, delinquent Sora just so happened to run into him on the street. He hid Fon in his apartment and send him off to the Triads when he thought it was safe. It wasn't.

Fon managed his escape but Sora ended up in the Clan's cross hairs and they demanded the truth. Sora held steadfast and didn't snitch so after they got bored torturing him, they wanted to kill him. Sora's soon to be girlfriend, a servant close to the Hibari Matriarch, found his resilience charming and, as she was just recently granted a wish for her outstanding servitude, she wished for Sora to be her servant. And the rest is history~

3. Yep, she died shortly after Tetsuya was born. Because she was caught attempting to help Kyoya and Kyoya's mom! Particularly his mom, cause Kyoya wasn't really self aware when he wasn't even a year old yet. She had tried to wake his mom and help her escape and Kyoya's father caught her. Sora watched her be tortured, pleaded with Ienaga and swore up and down that they'd be better. So Ienaga looked at him, slit her throat and told him to grab his son and run. Because he wanted to hunt Prey.

Luckily!! Sora was on good terms with the Triads because he sent them their best asset, Fon. And Fon personally ensured he had safe travels to Namimori. Sora has been through a lot in his life...

As for how the girlfriend was to Kyoya! She loved him like a little brother and would've wanted the best for him. Sora knows this. It's why he insisted on adopting Kyoya. Even when just giving baby Kyoya a bath was like wrestling a way-too strong cat.

4. Reborn tries to bug Kyoya or Tetsuya but Sora always finds the bugs before Reborn's finds out anything important or significant. As for when the holes where created... That is on baby Kyoya actually. He made those holes to hide in when he had bad nightmares. Sora was very upset to be filling them with cement because those belonged to his baby son! But he freaking values his privacy!

5. Actually... Kyoya isn't the one that tells him. Which makes it all so much worse! Another caretaker of Kyoya's figures out he got a tattoo and panics. So they call Sora to ask if he gave permission to which, no?! He did not!?! And who would even give Kyoya a tattoo!!! Which was a delinquent, which was fine. But then the caretaker and Sora kept talking about what other secrets Kyoya might be keeping and the caretaker basically went 'At least he told yoh of the mafia bull that's been going on...' And Sora very hoarsely replied. '.... Excuse me????'

And then he immediately packed his things to leave the Olympic training journey he was coaching to go back to Namimori. Sora isn't angry, sad or disappointed, he mostly feels betrayed that Kyoya would lie to him like this. Then he sees all the wounds Kyoya has been accumulating and he basically tries to ground him for the rest of his life. To which Kyoya freaks out and they get into a shouting matvg and Kyoya ends up going with the very clichéd. 'You're not even my real dad!' before slamming the door and disappearing into the night.

Sora cries, Kyoya cries, Tetsuya awkwardly stands there, worried out of his mind... It's a whole deal. Will sometime soon be in a story too!

6. Yep! Most of my OCs are or will be in the Igniting Embers series! :D and Skull and Kyoya and Fon's are all half brothers in that :3

When Sora realizes Skull is who he is, he is very weary and unsure of him. Because the Clan is not good news and Skull in particular was rumored to be their ultimate biological weapon. But Skull is well behaved, polite and friendly so they end up being good roommates after some growing pains lmao

7. Actually! Cooking is one of Kyoya's more calm hobbies! He likes it much more than Tetsuya and Sora combined, but they all cook equally in their household, because!! And this is important!!! Kyoya shows love via cooking for people and he receives love easiest by being cooked for. If there is no back and forth he will end up sad and grumpy about giving and never receiving.

Sora likes European cuisine, Tetsuya prefers traditionally Asia cuisine and Kyoya would be happy just making dough and grilling it over an open campfire as long as he gets to monch something! But Kyoya is a better cook than Tetsuya! They just don't make it a competition tho.

The competition wouldn't even be fair. Cause like... Aside from cooking at home, Kyoya still cooks more overall. He regularly hunts and cooks meals when he's out and about, or he just helps out at the homeless shelter or the soup kitchen. This guy very happily cooks for the people that bother to ask that off him. :'3

8. This questions was the most fun! Because Sora is shocked when he finds out about Tetsuya's crush! Not because Tetsuya has a crush on his step bro. But because Tetsuya has a crush on Kyoya who is. Not very romantically inclined as far as Sora knows. Tetsuya has his full support tho, as long as they respect each other's boundaries!

Which is made harder by the fact that Kyoya has no concept of physical boundaries. He understands no means no and that it's not okay to touch people that haven't given permission. It's just he doesn't understand that the same rules apply to him too? Someone could be feeling him up at a bar and as long as they aren't aggressive, Kyoya will just be vaguely confused. He is so darn touch starved anything that isn't an attack is welcomed. Tetsuya doesn't want that kind of relationship tho, so when he finally gathers his courage, him and Kyoya have to have a long, very confusing talk about everything. Also when told he can have boundaries himself, Kyoya goes. 'I don't wanna.' which confuses everyone.

Confuses me too btw. =. =

It's getting late and I am getting sleppy! Goodnight buddy! Sorry if the answers weren't good enough. I would love love love to get more questions on any of my OCs!

I desperately want to know more about people's khr OCs! Specifically yours @lilacdon20 and also yours @masterdisastre !!!!

But really anyone is very welcomed to reblog this with ramblings of their OCs!

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[dreamingofaizawa]

Good Kitty

Shouta Aizawa x Chubby! Kitty Hybrid! Fem! Reader

***18+ Fic***

If you are under the age of 18, leave. Thank you.

Warnings: Kitty hybrid reader, smut, fingering, unprotected sex, praise kink (?), reader has insecurities, Shouta is soft and lowkey feral?, chubby kink (sorta), reader has a heat for the first time, barely implied virginity loss, a touch of dacryphilia

Word Count: 2.4 k

Author’s Note: This is inspired by @cupcake-rogue ’s fic Not Allowed on the Bed. I got permission to use it as inspo so here we are! Tbh the orignal had me feeling all sorts of feelings because, as a very subby sub that loves to please, I definitely have a praise kink and I WILL CRY if I’m called a bad girl. HOWEVER, Katsuki being the rough-around-the-edges guy he is wanting reader regardless of size made me very happy and warm and fuzzy. 

The premise with this is pretty much the same, except I made reader a kitty hybrid...and of course I wrote for Shouta, love of my life he is. I’m such a fucking simp. I’m not the biggest fan of the ending, but this has been sitting in my WIPs for too damn long and it’s decent enough for me to feel ok posting it.

Also, for reference, reader has black fur regardless of hair color. Reader could be blonde, but still have black ears and tail. That’s just the way I’ve chosen to write this for some reason, don’t ask me why, I’m weird like that. 

I think this is the first time I’ve written for a hybrid, so cut me a little slack.

Anywho, enjoy~

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You can’t remember life outside the shelter. You’d grown up here, the caretakers said they’d found you on the street as a nearly newborn kitten and immediately scooped you up and brought you back here. That was a long time ago. Now you sit, waiting, your hopes for getting adopted diminishing with every passing day.

It’s unfortunate, but you still haven’t been adopted. It’s not that you’re bad, you always behave, you make sure you do. But you’ve overheard time and time again the people that gazed down at you and whispered about how you were too chunky, too big and too squishy for a kitty hybrid. And some even called you bad luck. The pitch black fur on your ears and tail warded off many.

Today was just the same as any other day. Wake up, get fed, wait in your room while potential owners pick and choose not you. Adults and children alike would take chunks out of their time to play with you, but they all left the shelter with another smaller cat. It was nearing bed time now, dinner just finished and the caretakers were about to start closing when the little bell on the front door jingled. Someone had just come in. You ignored it all the same.

Two pairs of footsteps began making their way past rooms, whoever it was that had entered smelled good, like coffee and tree bark. A smooth hum accompanied the caretaker’s voice, it made your ears twitch and tail sway gently. Still, you decided to just curl up in bed and try to sleep. The chance of him adopting you was slim, if it existed at all.

As you lay there your ears pick up their footsteps, the lazy set that dragged familiar, the nearly silent set less so. You listened as they came closer, never stopping as the man strode past each room and peered in the windows. You waited for them to pass right by your room, as they had been, but suddenly the footsteps halted. The caretaker spoke first.

“Y/n? You awake?” You let your eyes flutter open and sat up, tucking your legs under you and sitting up straight. They asked the man if he wanted to go in and see you, and he gave a simple nod. When he entered you finally looked up at him. The first thing you noticed were his eyes, tired and bloodshot with dark circles beneath them, a deep scar curved under his right eye. His long black hair fell around his shoulders, swaying lightly with every measured step he took toward you.

He stopped right in front of you, a large hand stretching out and you give it a small sniff before nudging your head into it, letting him pet your hair and scratch at the base of your ears. It felt nice to be getting attention like this. A small purr sounded in your chest, your tail gently swishing behind you.

“How long have you been here?” His voice is deep and calm, tired even, but it sounds so welcoming. It’s so soothing to your sensitive ears, like a warm blanket. You give a small hum before answering.

“A long time. I don’t remember anything outside this place.” At that he raised an eyebrow, turning to the caretaker with a questioning look.

“Most people look for...specific traits in the cat hybrids. Y/n here is well behaved, a perfect house kitty really,” you purred a bit at the praise, “But she’s a little larger than most. And her black fur wards off the more superstitious.” The man gives a curious hum before looking back down at you.

“Do you want to come home with me, kitty?” The question caught you a little off guard. Nobody really asked the hybrids if they wanted to go with them. You looked over to the caretaker, who nodded their head with a gentle smile, encouraging you to answer. All you could do was give a small nod, and soon you were in the car, on the way to your new home.

He’d told you to call him Shouta. He was nice, always quiet and never got mad. He never smiled, but you supposed that’s just the way he is. He gave you your own room, and always let you rub up on him when you wanted to, taking the opportunity to pet you. Occasionally you got the odd kiss on the forehead when you nuzzled into his neck. Those always made you purr. He never came seeking you out, which was good since there were times you really didn’t want to be touched. 

The longer you’re with him the closer you get, and you find yourself doing things you’d never thought to do before. Sometimes you found the floor more comfortable than the couch, and would kneel down and rub up on his leg, your tail wrapping around his ankle. There were times you’d see his fingers idly drumming on his lap, and you’d lay down and nibble on one with your little fang-like canines. He didn’t seem to mind that little oral fixation, and he always let you do whatever you wanted. All in all, life with Shouta is great.

But today you feel weird. You’d been cooped up in your room for the first hour or so of the weekend morning, not quite wanting to go out and make it known something was off. But it’s gotten abnormally hot, your face and chest especially warm, and between your legs as well. Your panties are beginning to feel damp, your thighs starting to feel humid and sticky. It’s a little uncomfortable. And your tummy is starting to boil, neediness beginning to cloud your mind. This never happened at the shelter.

Reluctantly, you step out of bed onto slightly wobbly legs and peek your head out of your door to see him sitting on the couch, a book in hand and a mug of coffee on the table. His hair is loose, his strong lean body relaxed as he read. The sight of him and his scent made the feeling worse, made your panties and thighs wetter, your chest beginning to heave with your panted breaths. 

“Sh-shouta…” Your voice came out shakier and quieter than you wanted it to, but he’d heard you regardless. He closed the book and peered over at your shaking form in the doorway.

“What is it kitty?” You nearly mewled at his voice, his heavenly smooth baritone sending a shiver down your spine through to the tip of your tail.

“Something’s wrong...I feel weird…” As you tell him about everything that’s happening to your body, he’s dragging his eyes over you, taking in every detail. Soon he’s on the phone with the doctor, you can’t quite comprehend his words, only catching snippets. ‘Help’ and ‘how long’, followed by agreeing hums. It was all jumbled after that, your mind refusing to focus as you leaned heavily on the doorframe, your quivering legs barely able to hold your body.

Shouta’s large hand came up and cupped your cheek, letting you nuzzle into his palm. When had he hung up the phone? He ordered you to sit on the bed, and you obliged, watching as he swept up his hair into a loose bun and strode over, tilting your chin to look up at him through half-lidded eyes. He’s so close, his scent overwhelming and making your brain fuzzy.

“You’re in heat, kitty.” Heat...where had you heard that before? Back at the shelter, maybe? It was all a distant, unfocused memory right now. Shouta leaned down and kissed you sweetly, lips melding with yours as you purred and mewled, your tail thrashing behind you. His hands tugged at your clothes until you were bare before him, every inch of you on display. 

“You’re such a pretty kitty, you know that? So beautiful. Lay down for me.” The praise made you purr, made a chill crawl up your spine and your tail flick wildly. You obeyed the command, laying flat in the middle of the bed and he slotted himself between your legs, plunging two fingers into your tight hole. He let out a groan, pumping and scicssoring his fingers to stretch you out. You were already a sloppy mess, loud squelches ringing through the room in between your loud, whiny mewls and panting. 

It felt so good, the heat in your belly burning and tightening until Shouta’s fingers curled up into a spot that made stars dance in your vision. The pressure in your belly snapped hard, your legs trembling as he kept fingering you through it. His fingers slowed when you whined about it being too much, too sensitive. But you still felt hot all over, now it was worse, you wanted something so bad but you didn’t know what.

He got up and undressed himself and you licked your lips at his naked body, scarred skin pulled taut over thick muscle. What stood between his legs had heat spreading like fire through your body. You’d never seen a naked man before. He was quick to return to you, slotting his hips between your thighs and guiding the thick head of his cock along your soaked folds. 

“Relax kitty. I’m gonna make you feel good.” You gave a small nod and then he was pushing his thick cock inside you, groaning at the way your pussy clamped down on him. Your tongue lolled out of your mouth as he slowly pushed and pumped his hips, cock dragging along your wet warm walls perfectly. Mewls slipped past your lips, high pitched whines and pants like music in Shouta’s ears. 

His hands wandered over your body, squishing and pulling at every piece of you he could get his calloused fingers on. It made you squirm beneath him, your own hands trying to push his away, but he wasn’t having any of it. He grabbed both your wrists and pinned them above your head in one strong hand, then went right back to groping your body with his free one.

“I can’t have you stopping me from touching you, kitty.” That’s all he said before focusing back on your body. He tugged at your belly, your sides, every place that was fatty and squishy. He’d never admit out loud how much he loved how soft you are. You’re perfect, plump and meaty, just more for him to touch, to look at, more to squeeze and pinch and pull.

He groaned out as you whined beneath him, tears beginning to clump in your lashes because he just kept squeezing, and he isn’t fucking you hard enough. Your orgasm built slowly with his languid pace, not nearly enough to get you to that peak and you were frustrated because you wanted relief but it wouldn’t come. Shouta picks up on your hips jerking and rolling, trying to get him to fucking move faster. He pulled his hips back and slammed back in, setting a brutal pace and making you whine high and long. 

Tears begin to fall from the sheer ecstasy of it, and he’s realizing how much he loves to see you cry from the pleasure he can give you. With a groan, he’s releasing your hands and wrapping his arms around your waist, burying his face into your breasts and biting and sucking at your skin as he pounds you into the mattress. He isn’t normally an impulsive man, wouldn’t let himself let go like this. But for you. For you he’d give in to his lust and ravage you like you need him to.

Your orgasm slams over your body like a tsunami, your muscles locking up and a loud yip ringing from your throat, pleasure making your whole body shake. Shouta let out a hiss, your nails digging into the muscles in his back furiously, but he wouldn’t stop for that. He never stuttered in his pace, just kept ramming his hips into yours, heavy balls slapping against your ass and lewd squelches coming from where your bodies are connected. 

You’re overstimulated, throat feeling raw and tears still falling down your heated cheeks as you thrash from another orgasm, this one just as powerful as the last and making your vision spot black. This time Shouta leans back, wrapping a hand around your throat and licking the salty trails away.

“Such a good little kitty for me, so good.” With a few more thrusts he’s spilling inside you, and you can feel the warmth spread in your belly as you lay there, boneless. He lays down on top of you, both of you sweaty and tired and he starts whispering sweet words into your twitching ears.

“So pretty. You’re so pretty, kitten.” 

“Such a good girl for me.”

“You’re all mine, kitty. So good, all for me.” Tears begin to spill from your eyes for a different reason. Up until now you’d lived your life believing nobody wanted you because there was something wrong with you. You never felt ugly, never really felt like there was something truly wrong with you, but you always felt...unwanted. Unloved. Unlovable. 

But Shouta makes you feel wanted, and loved, and pretty and all the things you always assumed you didn’t deserve. You’re his kitty now, and you’re such a good kitty for him too. He’s showering you with affection that you’d never known before and you’re shaking from all the overwhelming emotions. He can feel your body quivering, leans back to look at you and cups your face in his warm palm.

“What’s wrong, kitten? Why are you crying?” Your nose twitches as you sniffle, which he mildly notes is fucking adorable.

“Do you mean it? Am I a good kitty?” His eyebrows furrow and he rolls the both of you over so you’re on top of him. He’s peering into your big sad eyes as if reading your soul through them, trying to read the emotions you’re feeling, but it isn’t hard for him to figure out what’s racing through your mind. You nuzzle your nose into his neck and breathe in his scent, his hand coming up to pet your hair and ears.

“Of course, kitten. You’re such a good kitty.” The small reassurance makes you feel warm and happy, your tail flicking softly before curling around both your leg and Shouta’s, the end brushing his skin gently. You can’t help but want to stay with Shouta forever.

[alreadyblondenow]

Little cupid

– Jaehyun x female!reader – Single parent au, SMUT, FLUFF – 1,834k – Reader is a bit of a flirt, Jaehyun is a single father, Jaehyun is cold and grumpy at first, his daughter caught you two having sex but had no idea of whats happening because she’s very sleepy, unprotected sex, slow and deep sex ajuju, Jaehyun haven’t had sex since he become a father, making out

Being the maid of honor for your best friend’s wedding made you so excited and all giddy for three months straight, especially when she told you that the best man was very handsome and single. And being the flirty gal that you are, of course, you did your best to make a good impression. Before the wedding procession starts, you tried looking for your assigned partner to try and get to know him and you know... flirt.

“Hi, I’m Y/n. Were supposed to be partners during the wedding procession?” you decided to make the first move.

“I’m with someone else,” he said coldly and turned his back on you. Like he’s not interested in escorting you or even giving you the slightest attention.  

Your best friend was right, he is very handsome. Actually calling him handsome is an understatement but you don’t care anymore if he looked like a god. He was incredibly rude and you don’t want someone like him to ruin such a beautiful day. So just like him, you turned your back and walked away to join the others, only to find someone… unexpected at the corner of the wedding reception.

“Hi there angel, are you lost?” you offered your hand to a little girl who’s wearing a white dress a pretty flower crown. One of the flower girls or perhaps she’s the only flower girl.

“My shoe straps are loose and my daddy is talking with his friends, I don’t want to disturb them. Can you help me?” she asks nicely, pouting cutely and being so irresistible.

“Of course,” you lower yourself and reached for her shoe straps. You made small talk with her while you’re busy with your hands. Asking what she thinks about the wedding and praising her for how nice she looks today. “There, all done. Do you want to be partners for the wedding procession? I can help you with the petals” you offered and she accepted without hesitation. She gave you her basket and gave you a handful of petals.

“You’ve been busy, I’ve been looking all over for you” the familiar voice made you turned around to which gave you a great shock because the cold and grumpy man that you tried flirting with earlier is the father of this nice kid. “Made a friend?” he asks his daughter. Where did the cold and un-interested man go? You only see a warm hearted father whose smile is very handsome.

He then cleared his throat and swallowed his pride and said, “Sorry for what happened earlier. I’m Jaehyun and this is my daughter,”

“Were partners for the procession!” his daughter exclaimed excitedly, smiling so big and giggling as she should be.

“Aaw. Then what about me then?” Jaehyun pouted to his daughter.

“Alright! You three are settled. Since you’re a very cute family, you three can walk together during the procession. Okay? Okay” the wedding coordinator came out of nowhere and left without even letting you or Jaehyun speak and explain that you’re not together, and you’re most definitely not the mother of this lovely girl.

“Daddy what’s a family?” the little girl blurted out. Curious and waiting for his daddy to answer.

“Oh no, we're up next!” you tried changing the topic so Jaehyun won’t have a hard time. You stand on the other side and held the little girl’s hand, Jaehyun did the same and silently thanking you for that little save.  

The day was beautiful because of the beautiful wedding ceremony which made every teared up but you believe that your day became even more beautiful because of Jaehyun and his daughter. It was an unexpected company, and you would rather have this kind of company than flirt with a stranger just so you can score today.

But little did you know, you’re scoring on someone’s heart and you’re winning their hearts fair and square. “I like her” Jaehyun’s daughter whispered near his ear.

“Right? Me too angel, me too” he said and gave his daughter a cute wink when he saw you walking towards them.

After you deliver your speech to your best friend, you looked after Jaehyun’s daughter so he could deliver his speech to his best friend. You didn’t quite expect Jaehyun to be someone so sweet and sentimental and gave the groom a long and heartfelt speech… that his daughter eventually falls asleep in your arms.

When Jaehyun came back, you gave him the ‘sshh’ sign and pointed at the sleeping angel. “Were in trouble, I have to take her home now”

“You sure you don’t want to stay and party? I don’t mind looking after her” you offered your help once again and Jaehyun gave you a handsome smile. His redness was showing and he can’t stop it.

“It's fine you’re not her babysitter and my conscience won't let me do that to you,” he came closer to you so you can hear him better, “I’m sorry for being grumpy earlier,” he smiled once again removed his coat to put it around you and his daughter. What a smooth move, you thought. “Let’s say our goodbyes to our friends then I’ll drive you home”

And while you were saying goodbye to your friends, everyone thought that you and Jaehyun have been seeing each other and you’ve been hiding it all this time.. Which made you laugh but softly because you didn’t want the angel to wake up.

“Let’s take her home first,” you said, “I can take a cab from your house, you can drive me home next time” you said softly and bravely. Looking behind the backseat of Jaehyun’s car to check on the sleeping angel, but really it’s just to avoid Jaehyun’s eyes.

When you arrived safely at their house… you were not judging, but you notice that the place was a mess. And Jaehyun was ashamed and sorry because you had to witness his messy house. “Single parent problems- the cleaning lady isn’t available today so, I’m sorry”

“It’s okay, Jae. No problem,” you whispered and followed him to his daughter’s room. Placing her gently on her bed and Jaehyun then removed her shoes and tucked her in. When she’s all comfortable and snoring, you and Jaehyun made your way out quietly. Which made you both let out a heavy sigh, as a sign of relief because you feel so accomplished that you got her home safe.

“Want to be alone with me before I call a cab?” he whispers and puts strands of hair behind your ear. The man does know how to flirt back.

And because you and Jaehyun did not have the time to enjoy the party, you both made your own in his room with a bottle of wine. Giggling softly while you’re both sitting comfortably in his bed, listening to each other’s random stories and trying to know each other’s personalities through wild guesses. Until Jaehyun became too confident and kissed you without a warning.

It felt good but it made you push him away. “I’m sorry, I should’ve asked first” he said and turned silent. But given that he’s a nice person and he’s naturally warm and confident around you, you feel sorry for doing that to him so you reached for him, cupped his face and returned the kiss. The kiss was sweet, not because of the wine that you’ve both been drinking but because he’s kissing you slowly and whispering sweet things beside your ear that you didn’t know he’s capable of.

“I may be late, but let me just say that you were beautiful the whole day,” he said in between kissing. Smiling through the kiss and caressing your cheek with his hand. Slowly he gained the confidence to touch your body and lift your dress, to which you gave have him the permission and told him he can undress you.

Not long after a few sweet kisses, you’re now naked and fully exposed with Jaehyun in his huge bed. Smiling and giggling softly because he can’t stop kissing your neck. “I haven’t had sex ever since I had her,” he informed you. Hoping that that information did not turn you off. You showed him that you don’t care by wrapping your arms around him, keeping him closer to your body and return the kisses.

Putting an arm in between your bodies so he can reach on your wet slit, he runs his finger up and down your slit before he pumps his cock and lines it to your entrance. Pushing in slowly which made you roll your head back and moan softly and carefully because there’s someone on the other side of the room.

Jaehyun kneads your boobs and sucked your nipples until they’re swollen, kissing your body and making you want him more before he starts thrusting. And when he finally did, slow and deep Jaehyun fucked you that night. Hands on both of your legs, keeping them open for him as he thrusts deeper and watches you loose your mind.

You made him feel young again, you made him feel free again. “Fuck,” he murmured when he felt you clench around him, “Do it again?” he moaned and moaned louder when you gave his request. Bodies to bodies you were so close with each other, feeling your bodies heat up and witness each other’s orgasm build up.  

“Daddy” he giggles and kissed your lips with want.

“Did you just called me daddy?” he asks in a very sexy tone which made you open your eyes.

“That’s not me” you said with big eyes.

And in a matter of seconds, Jaehyun pulled out rolled on his side of the bed. Covering your bodies with his thick duvet and trying so hard to look decent as possible in front of his daughter. “What are you and Y/n doing? Can I sleep here?” she crawled up on the bed and lie in between you and Jaehyun. Hugging her dad first before closing her eyes and continue sleeping again.

Jaehyun mouthed an “I'm sorry” to you and kept his daughter close to him, waiting for her to sleep soundly again.

When she fell asleep again and Jaehyun put her back to her room, you and Jaehyun did not continue fucking and just laugh it all out in the middle of his kitchen so you won't wake her up again. “I’m sorry, I think we were so loud and she’s just… used to absolute silence since it’s been always us only” he pulled you close to him and planted a soft kiss on your forehead. But soon his feathery kisses around your face turned to wet and lustful ones when he reached your lips again. Obviously, he can’t stop himself.  

The night ended after your make out session in the middle of his kitchen, a few praises here and there until he finally called you a cab and watched you leave with a promise that you’ll see him again and finish what you two started in bed.