#step mommy wand au

[marvelnatswhore]

Just a thought from beach wanda fic…

- piss play, omo, wetting, mommy kink, kinda public

She took your arm pulling you back gently “Wanda I need to pee.” You laughed softly but her arm returned around your middle, holding you in her lap, almost protectively. 

“Those toilets are so far away, sweetheart. I don't want you getting sun burnt going to them.”

“But I need to go,” you muttered, feeling your voice softening.

“How much?” Wanda said and before you could respond you gasped as she pressed her hand down on your tummy and a dribble of piss escaped you, wetting through your bikini. 

“Mommy no-” you whined in a breath, and Wanda smiled at how quickly her title fell off your tongue.

“Oh? What’s wrong, sweet girl? Are you going to the bathroom on Mommy?”  

You nodded, feeling your cheeks growing red and your hips grinding against nothing.

Wanda’s hand pressed harder on your stomach and you moaned giving in to the feeling and letting a squirt of pee run down the fabric. Her spare hand cupped your pussy and wet bikini, rubbing the wet patch that’d formed and finding your clit through the fabric, giving it quick strokes as you groaned. 

“I think you need some toilet training, babydoll.” 

You know what she meant by that and you can feel your cheeks flushing at the thought.

“I won’t be mad if you have an accident, honey.” Her voice is softer, it’s almost coercing how she holds you, almost as if she knew this would happen. “I know you really need to go, and no ones watching you, pretty girl.”

You didn;t think to look around, you’d believe anything she said if she told it to you in that voice.

You moan suddenly as her hand returns to your gut with more pressure and you  feel your body betray you as you give in to the urge and warm piss gushes through your bikini, into Wanda's hand, soaking her bottoms and the chair under you. 

You moan as the final spurts wet your bottoms and come to realisation of what just happened. 

“Good girl” Wanda whispers, with a look in her eyes you had seen too many times

“I bet that feels so much better now, hmm?” She mutters against you, a tempting tone falling off her tongue. 

“Did you like that baby?..Wetting yourself on me? And with all these people that could have seen it!” Wanda feigns a gasp and you feel her hand cup your crotch again, as if the humiliation wasn’t enough by knowing what you just did, Wanda seemed intent on making it worse. 

“Don’t you worry baby, mommy knows you’re just not ready for this yet, when we’re home we can talk about this hm?”

You nod instinctively, hardly processing what she says, the soft feeling it gives you is enough for you to forget anything..

[scarletssienna]

Say, “Don’t go”

Summary - It’s been three years since you and Wanda saw each other last - Three long years. You were as good as dead to her. Figuratively, and unfortunately, literally. 6k word count

Warnings - Hurt-Comfort, angst, mommy wanda, sub!reader, grinding, car sex, fingering, hair-pulling, oral, biting, fighting, scars, AU

AN - Hey guys! Sorry, it’s been a second since I’ve posted. I cannot write anything happy apparently? It’s all just been angst. I have many ideas for some future one-shots and possible series tho! (Not all angst dw)

18+, minors + men dni

Working for the FBI was no easy feat. It often led to undercover work in many different forms. Typically you’d expect to be undercover a couple hours at most. So it was unexpected when you got a case requiring a longer period of undercover work. 3 months at most and you’d be out. This case was different from the rest. You’d been tracking a mob boss for years, every time you’d think you’d get close he’d disappear. Every time he’d come back worse than before. The goal was to gain some trust in the community and work your way up, that way you could finally track him down with confirmation. It wasn’t ideal. It was highly dangerous but you’d been training for this your entire career. When you broke the news to Wanda she was less than displeased. Since the two of you had gotten together in college you’d been nearly inseparable. Your names always followed one another’s and you were practically glued to the hip. 

Sure, you’d trained for undercover work like this, but the risk was great. There was a good chance of having to participate in illegal activities or getting hurt. Because of that, Wanda was very unhappy with you and the decision to go. The idea of being apart from you for a week, nonetheless 3 months sounded awful. You couldn’t exactly turn down this offer though. You’d waited to catch this guy for years and now it was finally within your grasp. You were too far in. The day of you leaving came quicker than anyone could have prepared for and it left you with a sinking feeling in your gut and Wanda distraught.

“I have to go, Wands.” You pleaded, trying anything you could to get her to understand. She looked away from you, wiping the tears from her face.

“No, you don’t. You could stay. We can figure it out.” She sniffled and held back a whine. “Together.” She sounded like a child begging for a toy in a store, although this was much more real. You stepped back towards her again. She stepped away but instead backed herself against a wall. 

“Wands, look at me.” You begged softly as your hands reached up, cupping her face in your hands. When she looked into your eyes, you nearly broke right then and there. The pure sadness she held was unbearable. Her green eyes were glossy - her mascara ran just below her bottom lashes. The sinking pit in your stomach grew as you opened your mouth to speak. No words came out, causing her to scowl slightly. Instead, you leaned in, kissing her as passionately as you could. She kissed back, her hands grabbing at your face, pulling you in as close as she could. When the tears began again, you had to pull back, your head falling on her shoulder. It did a poor job of muffling the sobs that left your mouth. 

“Please.” She begged. “Stay.” Her hands wrapped around you tightly, holding you against her, afraid to let go. Her fingers tangled in your shirt, creasing the fabric in her grip.

“I love you so much.” You said as you pulled back a tiny bit, just enough for your eyes to meet again. It was what confirmed it for Wanda. You were leaving. There was no more pleading and begging she could do. You had made up your mind. Her hands detached from your shirt, and she shook her head. Her arms went to her sides as her head rested behind her on the wall. “I love you, Wanda.” You repeated the words the two of you had shared hundreds of times. But this time was different: she didn’t repeat the words back. Her eyes just stared back at you, glossy, broken. Your hand dropped to your stomach, holding it slightly as the sickening feeling took over. It hit you that she wouldn’t be saying it back this time. You pushed past the billowing feeling that took over your stomach and chest. You leaned forward to kiss her one last time, but she didn’t kiss back. So, you moved and kissed her cheek tenderly before stepping away. She held her breath as a single tear rolled down her face. She held eye contact with you until you walked away, finally breaking it. You felt her gaze on you; only when you rounded the corner did it cease. She sank to her knees, her hands covering her face as she muffled her sobs. You carried on, leaving the house despite everything inside you urging you to stay. 

After three weeks of you being gone a news story broke out of an FBI agent found dead while undercover. The story that was released was gruesome. Wanda fell distraught. She was distraught you had left in the first place, but at least she had known you would be coming home. Now, with this no longer being true she was sent into more of a fragile state than ever. You had no idea that was going to happen. You had accounted for a few months of being away - at most. So it was a surprise to you too when you got a call one early morning saying there was a change of plans in your mission. It had to seem real. And to everyone else, it was real. Wanda’s grief of the love of her life was real. The woman hardly slept, yet she barely left bed. Bathing was a chore and food was an even worse one. Nightmares were common. These grew exponentially after everyone's and her own better judgment, she read your case file. She saw your name, the bloody image of ‘your’ body, the details and descriptors of how you had died, all of it, stamped a closed case. You were now deceased.

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

It’s been three years since you and Wanda saw each other - three long years. You were as good as dead to her. Figuratively, and unfortunately, literally. 

An old file was placed on Wanda’s desk one morning as she worked. 

“What’s this?” Wanda asked as confusion wrinkled across her face. She looked up, pushing her glasses to the top of her head, making eye contact with Natasha. 

“Something I thought you might be interested in.” Natasha started as she reached down and opened the file. Wanda recognized the case immediately, her bottom lip quickly tugged into her mouth as she bit down. Natasha’s fingers slid across the pages in search of a word. She paused, her fingertips halting just beneath it - Deceased. She pointed out the word, causing Wanda to flip her glasses back down, looking at the papers, curious. She just nodded and shrugged, not recognizing where it was from. 

“Okay? What about it?” Wanda pushed, trying not to get upset at the lack of details about what she was supposed to be looking at. Natasha reached over, setting another file on top opening it, flipping through, and then pointing out several points throughout the pages. 

“They’re not dead,” Natasha said while shaking her head. She sighed and knocked on the desk once as a sign she was leaving before walking out of the room. Wanda watched her exit before looking back into the folders in front of her, her face still riddled with confusion. Her jaw dropped slack as she realized Natasha was right. You're not dead.

Wanda looked through the second file on her desk quizzically. You had been dead. What she read proved otherwise. She let out a silent gasp as she read further. 

There was a file opened about a woman who was close to the man you had gone after. It was you. Though the people above in the FBI knew that. They just had to keep it under wraps for your safety. The case had been made available recently as the mob boss was dead. The woman in the file had shot him and escaped. The more Wanda read about the woman, the more she realized it was you. Techniques you had used in the past for interrogation, fighting techniques, and just genuine physical mannerisms. The woman had shown up just a month after you had been declared deceased. The thing that finally confirmed it to be you for Wanda stopped her in her tracks. There were blurry security images from the shooting. You had always managed to stay away from cameras and any photos taken staying in hiding made your undercover position easier. Wanda would always recognize you. You had to be confident you could return when this was revealed. 

She immediately reached for her phone, dialing your number and letting it ring twice before she realized. The number had been down for years and you wouldn’t just pick up like that. She set her phone down and pushed her chair back. While gnawing on her bottom lip she was in a shocked state of not knowing what to do. She left the office quickly, going home. The second she pulled into the driveway she broke down into tears. All the feelings from years ago came back. It felt unreal, untrue. She couldn’t believe it, and not in the way of denial. But protecting herself. She couldn’t go through the grief again. She dragged herself inside and simply dropped her stuff by the door. She had moved on from you. It was hard, but she had done it. 

All this brought up those emotions, she wasn’t sure how to cope. She brought herself to the bedroom and stripped off her clothes, dropping them sporadically around the room before going to the shower. She paused in front of the mirror, trying to contain her tears. She dried her face with the hand towel and sniffled before turning on the water to the shower. She stood outside the shower, waiting for it to heat up. As she stood the tears began again. When the water was to her liking she entered and stood under the water, trying to wash away all the feelings. They didn’t wash away as she had hoped. Slowly, she sunk to the ground, holding her legs just as she had done when you left. The feeling of sadness and heartbreak was all too familiar. 

The next week things were off. No one had brought you up. Not that they usually did. But Wanda had hoped someone would. Maybe if someone brought it up it would give her an excuse to share what she had found - Without fear of sounding crazy. The first year after you’d left, Wanda was in such a deep state of grief. She’d often bring up new cases, victims, or missing people, saying it may be you. She had seen the evidence of your death, but after the closed casket funeral and no true closure in the situation, it drove her wild. She settled for focusing on her work this week, pushing people away. She had to believe you were alive. The counter thought was too much. 

When you returned to Quantico you wanted nothing more than to see Wanda. Unfortunately, there was paperwork on paperwork that needed to be approved before doing so. On top of that, you also had to go through a medical check and many physical exams. While the FBI had known what you were doing, they couldn’t just pull you away for the maintenance of your health. It was debatably the longest week of your life. You spend much of it waiting in the temporary apartment they had set up for you. It was boring, mundane, and painfully long as all you could think about was seeing Wanda. When you got the go-ahead Friday night you were frantic. At a loss of what to wear, who to call, and where to even find Wanda you were lost. Decidedly, you called the only number you could seem to remember at the time, Natashas. She answered on the third ring your call from a club. She hasn't answered nearly as fast as you would have liked but supposed it was fine, this time. 

“Where is Wanda?” You wasted no time on formalities, impatiently waiting for a response. You paced back and forth between the kitchen and living room as you gnawed your bottom lip into your mouth. Natasha didn't know who was calling but answered anyway. She listened as she stepped outside. 

“Who is this? You must know that this is terrible timing. Whatever this is better be important.” She insisted as she leaned against the cold brick wall, not waiting long before you replied again. 

“Natasha.” You answered simply. “Where is Wanda?” You repeated your question with a firm tone. Suddenly, it hit Natasha on who you were. A gasp left her mouth as she stood up straight.

“No way!” She practically yelled. Of course, she knew you were alive. She had known the whole time. But it had been a long time since the two of you had spoken real words. Now here you were, asking for Wanda. Before you could yell again into the phone, she remembered your question. “She’s probably still at work. She’s been working like crazy this last week.” You didn’t even bother saying anything more before hanging up the phone. 

You pulled up the maps app on your phone and typed in Quantico. When you saw it was just a little over a mile you decided to run. You were not about to just wait around for an Uber that was for sure. Was running the best decision as it was 10:30 pm and you were last in the area several years ago? Maybe not. But you were in a wired state and would do it anyway. When you arrived you hurried to the elevator. You grumbled as you went to hit the button and realized you needed your key card. Shuffling through your pockets in a frantic state you grabbed it and swiped it, pressing the floor you needed to go. Thoughts began to flood your mind as you imagined Wanda's reaction. What if she was mad at you? What if she never wanted to see you again? You didn't have much time to worry though as the elevator dinged and opened. As the doors opened they slowly revealed the red hair you've been dying to see. An exhausted Wanda was standing outside the elevator waiting to enter. You took a second to register her in front of you, still as a statue. She hardly even looked your way, not recognizing you through the exhaustion. She shuffled into the elevator and rested her head against the wall, reaching to push the first-floor button when you cut her off. 

“Wanda,” you said, causing her head to snap towards you. Her face was riddled with confusion before her jaw dropped as she realized who was standing before her. Without a second thought, she flung herself into your arms. You held her tightly against you as your arms wrapped around her closely. “God, Wanda.” You murmured under your breath as you pressed your face into her hair, inhaling slightly. You could have melted at her touch, her scent, her everything. It was exhilarating. Her face nuzzled into your neck as if it was a perfect puzzle piece. Her soft sobs of joy are swallowed and silenced by your closeness. The doors to the elevator closed but the machine stayed in place as it hadn't been directed anywhere.

“Is it you?” She asked after several moments, pulling her face back. When her green, teary eyes met yours you smiled bigger than you had in forever. 

“It's me, Wands,” you said as you looked up into her eyes, causing her to grin. You reached both hands up, cupping her face as you wiped away her tears with your thumbs. Softly, you pressed a kiss to her nose. Her nose wrinkled at the kiss and she giggled before leaning forward and kissing you, passionately. The kiss only lasted a few moments before she was tangled around you again closely. 

“How? What?” Suddenly she began to stutter out. “Where?” The number of questions she had was too many and they were too much right now. While biting down on your bottom lip you shook your head. “Soon, so very soon.” You whispered as you placed a kiss on her temple. “I’ll tell you all about it soon.” When she began to protest your answer you kissed her softly, causing her to sigh and give in, just happy you were here. 

“Where have you been staying?” She asked before looking at the elevator as it began to move down. Slowly, she detached herself from you causing you to release her from your arms. Instead, she settled on holding your arm tightly, afraid to let go. 

“They set me up with a temporary apartment not too far from here.” You spoke in a quiet voice as the elevator doors opened. The two of you exited, carefully walking past the person entering. 

“Let me take you home.” Wanda offered. She wanted to see you for as long as she physically could but knew it was late and unrealistic to expect you to stay out doing who knows what at the spur of the moment. She looked at you as she stepped closer once again, not having let go of your arm. Suddenly, she began to stutter. “By home, I mean your apartment, not my, our, home I mean. Unless you want to go there? I mean I wouldn't mind at all! But also I would understand if you wanted to go back to,” You cut her rambling off with a soft kiss. 

“I would love to go back to our home,” You started, causing her eyes to light up. “But not tonight.” You finished and the glimmer in her eyes faded as she quickly looked away. Feeling the sudden need to clarify, you spoke quickly. “There's still some things that need to be settled and I've been running around too much, I don’t want to disturb you.”

She agreed and you went towards her car, both of you getting in when Wanda finally pried her body away from yours. It was quickly returned when you both had gotten in, her hand reaching for your leg as she drove. Your hand rested on hers. Despite having tons to talk about you drove in silence: quiet directions were the only words shared as the radio played softly in the background as you watched out the window. She drove slowly down the road, a few under the speed limit as she wanted to soak up every moment she could with you. Her hand slowly rose your thigh as she drove, her fingertips playing softly with the inner hem of your pants. There was a sudden moment of desperation that came among the two of you. Wanda pulled into the nearest empty parking lot and parked the car. The second the car was put into park the two of you practically launched yourselves at each other, kissing one another passionately. Your hands reached for her waist as hers tangled in your hair. 

Her tongue slipped across your bottom lip, eagerly seeking entrance. You obliged without a second thought, a moan immediately muffed into the kiss. Your hand snaked under her shirt, groping and grabbing at her chest through her bra. She groaned into your mouth, tugging your hair as she pulled you closer. 

“Fuck.” You mumbled as you pulled back from the kiss, locking eyes with her. You hummed and tugged at her shirt. “Get over here.” You murmured as you reached down to unbuckle your seatbelt. You moved the seat back and laid it down before turning your back to the windshield and shifting towards the front of the car. There was some awkward shifting and moving as Wanda moved into the passenger's seat, settling and leaning back in the seat. She reached forward and grabbed your shirt, pulling you on top of her. 

Your lips met instantly again and your hips found a slow pace of grinding onto her lap. Her hands reached down to your thighs, gripping them tightly as she slid her fingertips inward, dipping towards the insides of your thighs. With a groan, you broke the kiss and began kissing at her neck. Your hip movements came to a cease as you moved off her lap, now between her legs. You grumbled as the floor wasn’t as forgiving as you’d expected the fabric-covered metal to be. That wasn’t about to stop you though as you reached towards her pants. She helped with the buttons and zipper, before lifting her hips, allowing you to tug down her pants and panties with one quick motion. You moaned at the sight in front of you. Her delectable cunt waiting in front of you. She reached down, tangling a hand in your hair as she began to push your head to where she needed it most. You would never deprive her of what she wanted. Especially when your mouth practically watered for her. 

“Come on Detka. Don’t be shy, Mommy remembers how much you love eating her pussy.” She spoke sweetly, a smile on her face as she looked down at you. Your face turned to a deep blush as she spoke. In an attempt to avoid embarrassment, you settled your head between her thighs happily. Your tongue made contact with her slowly. Your tongue moved up her clit in a fashion that made her squirm. Her grip on your hair tightened as her hips rose against your face. You moaned against her as your hands gripped her thighs. The way your tongue swirled and ground against her caused her to moan out above you. “Fuck Detka.” She pulled at your hair and she let out a loud moan. “Oh, I’ve missed your tongue.” She said as her eyes screwed shut and threw her head back. You looked up from your position, smiling at the sight above you. One of your hands slid between her legs and quickly slipped inside of her. Your tongue directed all of your attention to her clit as your fingers curled and pumped inside of her. With the addition of your fingers, she rose quickly to an orgasm. Her hands tugged at your hair as her hips lifted and she let out a loud moan as she reached her peak. When she settled you took a moment to remove your fingers and lap up what you could before looking up at her with a cheeky grin.

“Fuck you’re hot.” You said as you grinned, biting the inside of your cheek before pulling your fingers to your mouth, and licking them clean. She watched you, awestruck and tired as she caught her breath. Her grip loosened in your hair and her hands reached down to your face with a new tenderness. She lifted your chin to look at you with a smile. You smiled back up at her before biting your bottom lip. You wiped your face with your shirt in a playful manner before shifting a little. She giggled tiredly and pressed her fingertip to the tip of your nose with a smile. You dried your fingers on your pants before pulling Wanda's pants and panties up carefully. She slowly shifted her body, tiredly allowing you to help her. When her pants were back in place you crawled onto her lap, straddling her. You began to pepper soft kisses across her jaw and neck. 

“I love you, Wands.” You whispered as you settled back in her lap, your head resting below her chin as her arms wrapped around you keeping you close.

“I love you too, Detka.” She said with a tired smile on her face. The slow patterns Wanda traced on your back felt hypnotizing as you never wanted to leave this moment. You had to though, so after a little while of sitting together you lifted your head. She protested with a grumble and tangled her hand in your hair, urging you to lay your head back down. Her eyes didn't open from her relaxed state. 

“Wanda let me drive us home.” You said as you placed a kiss on her lips. She nodded and slowly let go of you. You reached down and adjusted the seat so it was in a safer upright position before scooting back on her lap a little and buckling her seatbelt for her. You then smiled as her tired eyes looked into yours. “Keep looking at me like that I’m gonna have to eat you out again.” you teased, causing her to grin and giggle. You climbed into the driver's seat and set the car to defog, letting it rest momentarily as you traced patterns on Wanda's leg. When the car was defogged enough you drove the two of you home. 

Pulling into the driveway you parked the car in the garage before getting out. You hurried to Wanda's side before she could even open the door. You opened the door for her before reaching down and unclicking her seatbelt.

“Can I carry you?” you asked, causing her to grin a little out of surprise. She raised her eyebrows at you as she began to question. 

“Is that a question of your physical capabilities or are you asking for permission?” She teased as she looked up at you tiredly. “Because you have my permission, but Detka I might be too heavy,” she started but you cut her off, carefully lifting her out of the seat, watching to make sure she didn’t bump her head. She gasped surprised as she quickly hid her face in your neck, flustered. You carried her inside before setting her on the steps. Gently, you began taking off her shoes and jacket for her, hanging them up on the hook before returning and picking her up bridal style. She laughed when you picked her up again but let it happen as she wrapped her arms around your neck tightly and kissed your jaw. You brought her to the bedroom and laid her down. She made quick work of snuggling up with the pillows in the bed. 

“Don’t get too comfy Wands.” You teased as you went to the closet to find some pajamas. You bit your lip, pausing as you noticed your side of the closet had stayed nearly the same as when you had left. Slowly, you began looking through your shirts. Your fingers danced slowly over the fabric, brushing your fingertips along the patterns of one of your favorite shirts. You carefully slipped the shirt off the hanger. You glanced at the closet door, knowing Wanda’s eyes were on you before stripping your shirt off. As you reached to unclip your bra you heard her call out. 

“Come here.” Wanda’s voice was husky and full of sleep. You abided anyway and picked your shirt and a shirt for her before walking towards her. You set the shirts on her bed, blushing a light shade of pink as you stood next to her. She propped herself up a little more and reached towards you, spinning you to face away from her. Her hands slid up your back slowly before stopping at your bra. She took only a moment, unclipping your bra. You felt your breath hitch in your throat as she unclipped your bra. Her hands then slid down your back, her fingertips tracing across some scars she had never seen before. You flinched at the touch at first before relaxing into it. While biting your bottom lip you let the bra fall to the ground before turning back around to face her. She smiled at your body, only looking at you with love and adoration as she took in the sight. Her eyes on you made you blush a deeper red. When she noticed you getting more flustered she directed her attention lower. Her hands slid from your sides to the loops of your pants. Moving you closer with a soft tug she undid the button before looking into your eyes as she did the zipper. You shuffled out of the pants before reaching for her. Carefully you repeated her motions. Your fingers danced around the button to her pants as you undid them, carefully helping her slide out of them. While she took off her shirt you took a moment to fold the clothes you two had discarded. You smiled as you looked back towards her again, reaching your arms around her. Your hands slid behind her back and unclasped her bra. She let the garment fall slowly as it was now your turn to admire the sight in front of you. You sat on the edge of the bed next to her, letting a small smile show as you handed her one of your t-shirts. You pulled yours on as she put hers on. As sexual as the actions may have seemed to an outside perspective they were purely done out of innocence and genuine care. 

“Can I sleep next to you?” You spoke for the first time in several minutes. A downward smile tugged on Wanda’s lips as she grabbed at your shirt. 

“Please do.” She said as she nodded, tapping the side next to her, your side of the bed. You smiled at her response and bit your lip as you pulled the covers back. You crawled over top of her, causing her to giggle as you plopped down next to her. You took a moment to dramatically fluff up your pillow before lying down. She waited, teasingly impatient. The second your head hit the pillow Wanda’s head was right there next to you hardly inches away. Her arms wrapped around you closely and one leg pushed between yours, essentially tangling your bodies together. The closeness felt wonderful. You brushed your nose against hers with a smile on your face. She smiled and closed her eyes, feeling content and at peace for the first time in a long time. Gently you pressed a kiss to her lips. You didn’t close your eyes just yet. You watched her instead. Watching how her eyes fluttered tiredly, her breath slowly making her chest rise and fall, her breathing getting slow as she drifted asleep. When you were sure she was asleep you finally gave in to the tiredness yourself, letting your eyes close and sleep take over you. 

The next morning when you woke up Wanda was stretched out next to you but still clinging onto your shirt with one of her hands. You smiled at the sight, biting back a big grin as you watched her. Before, you were rarely awake before Wanda. She liked to get up early to get a head start on her day. Now, that had been you for the past few years. You scooted towards her, wrapping your body around her as you began to kiss her cheek and neck playfully. She stirred in her sleep and luckily remembered about the night prior before freaking out. She rolled on top of you and grinned, her eyes not yet open as she snuggled into your chest. 

“Shh, I’m sleeping.” She whispered as she wrapped her body around you. You smiled and chuckled at her. You wrapped one arm around her back, sliding it under her shirt as you rubbed up and down the bare skin. Your other hand went to her hair, tangling it softly as you massaged her scalp. She hummed and leaned into your touch, slowly falling back into sleep. While kissing the top of her head you whispered. 

“I’ll lay here a little while then I have some stuff to do okay Wands?” You wanted to work out and return some phone calls for work to get it out of the way. She just nodded and hugged you closer. You let her stay in that position for longer than you’d planned before slowly moving her next to you again and climbing out of bed. You kissed her head before going downstairs. You paused at the end of the stairs, taking a deep breath as you knew you were about to take on walking through your old house. Just as you were about to walk through the house suddenly you couldn’t do it. You put on your shoes before going for a run outside. You ran all around smelling the fresh air. It was like no time had passed. You ran a quick run before returning home to get a weight lift in. Before, you seldom did cardio and weights on the same day. But you had a new routine that made you the most fit you’d ever been. The home gym was in a room connected to the garage. You went there and did a routine before heading up to the bedroom to shower. Wanda was sitting on the bed, pillows propped up behind her as she scrolled on her phone. 

“Wow,” Wanda muttered under her breath as she saw you walk into the room, your sweaty state extremely obvious. You laughed at her reaction and dried your face off the sweat with the small towel that had been draped across your shoulder. 

“Sorry, I know I’m gross. I’m about to take a shower. Maybe you want to join me?” You asked, thinking her reaction was for you being gross but you didn’t want to pass up the opportunity of showering with her. 

“No!” She said quickly, causing you to crinkle your nose at her. She realized what she said. “I mean yes! I want to shower with you! Not no! Not yet.” She said as she got out of bed and walked towards you. Your eyebrow turned upward as she walked towards you.

“Not yet?” You questioned as your hands reached out to her waist and then slid down to her hips, holding her softly.

“Not yet.” She whispered, repeating you with a small grin on her face. She leaned down and kissed your neck softly. Your hands squeezed at her hips as you pulled her body up against yours. She bit at your neck testingly causing you to yelp and flinch in surprise. She pulled her face back to look you in the eyes. “Too much?” She asked, her hands snaking across your body. Quickly, you shook your head.

“More.” You let out in only a whisper. Her grin returned and she stepped back, grabbing you by the shirt and dragging you to the bed.

[maximotts]

*breaks down the door* MILF MOMMY WANDA WHO LOVES TO SHOW YOU OFF TO HER FRIENDS

she definitely has you wear cute little outfits around them and when you interrupt her she gets a little upset at you and always points out “they are just a little dumb doll who doesn’t think before they do anything, they always need mommy’s help”

Only Luna or Aries could make me do Doll House revival and that’s a rock fact

cw: no smut, just regular doll house!au warnings

“Come on out, sweetheart! No one will bite.”

Wanda beckoned you over from her spot on the plush living room sofa, arm stretched out to entice you from where you peeked out from around the corner. Her smile was gentle, kind, the type of smile you’d sprint towards if it'd been just the two of you.

Three unfamiliar faces looked your way as well, patiently waiting to get a better look at the girl Wanda always spoke so highly of, but anxiety kept you clung tight to the wall. Not only was it a rarity you saw anyone other than Wanda, but try as you might, you couldn't remember a time where they'd been so close. Certainly not in your home, your safe haven; the house Wanda insisted was the safest place for you at all times.

The strangeness of it all overwhelmed you terribly.

Wanda saw the shake of your head, barely caught the quiet noise of disagreement as you shuffled further away and sympathetic as she was to your hesitancy, she couldn't allow defiance of any kind. Especially in front of her friends.

"Don't take another step unless it's into this room, little one. Come to mommy... now," Back turned to the new women, Wanda's mouth fell into a hard line, one quirked brow creating that look you knew meant you were walking a fine line to being disciplined. Her finger curled, dragging you forwards before adding on a sickeningly fake sweet, "please."

Your cotton socked feet were silent on the carpeted floor, slow and careful steps taking you around the couch to stand right in front of the older woman, fidgeting nervously as you tried to stay in her good graces. "'m sorry, mommy...I'm just scared."

Hard as you tried to keep your voice low enough for only Wanda could hear, her friends' amused laughter told you they understood perfectly. "There's no reason to be scared, silly girl. Everyone came here to meet you and I dressed you up so prettily today just for the occasion!"

"And you did a wonderful job, Wands. She really is the sweetest little thing!" As you turned around, the woman with long curly hair admired you with a wide grin. The comment alone was more than enough to fluster you, but then she reached out, fingers batting at the hem of your floral dress and you squeaked in distress.

It was a rule you had yet to face until now: being mommy's perfect doll meant you were hers only, no one else was allowed to touch. Having never seen or thought about other people's existence, you rarely paid it any mind, but today, even though you backed away instantly, you feared you'd inadvertently landed yourself in hot water.

But Wanda only pulled you down to sit in her lap, letting you scramble into the safety of her arms, soothing your frantic, rambling apologies with a single finger placed upon your lips. "You're okay, I know it wasn't your fault, I'm not mad."

With as much gentleness she dealt you, Wanda gave annoyance in kind to her bold friend and you didn't miss the possessive hold she kept you in as she spoke. "Agatha, I thought I made it very clear not to touch."

"Well sorry! It's a slip of habit; I should bring my toy over one day; they'd get along well."

Admittedly, you didn't pay much attention to the conversation past that, your thoughts settling into near nothingness as you cuddled up against your mommy. The four of them spoke about people and places you'd never heard of; it was too easy to tune them out in favor of resting your head on Wanda's chest and listening to the rumbling vibrations whenever she chimed in.

You lost track of time, hadn't realized you'd closed your eyes until the words 'nap time' fell upon your ears. "Noo mama... Let me stay with you!" Your voice was weak from sleep, but insistent, unwilling to part from Wanda and the comfortable position you'd carefully nestled yourself into.

Tired as you were, you'd interrupted her mid-sentence— a rule you knew well enough not to break. But opening your mouth for apology wasn't.. working; your lips wouldn't part no matter how hard you tried. "I know I didn't hear you talking back, did I, dolly? And certainly not interrupting me?"

A few more fruitless tries of opening your jaw and you settled for a remorseful head shake, stretching up to nuzzle against her cheek and wrap your arms around her to convey how sorry you were. Humiliation poked in the back of your brain as the ladies 'aww'ed and fawned over you with pity, playfully urging Wanda to go easy on such a helpless little toy, but your mommy's forgiveness was much more important.

When you pulled away it was with pleading eyes, begging her to allow you to stay in her lap. Wanda chuckled and pinched your nose, even granting you a kiss on your warm cheek— you still couldn't speak when she muttered her firm 'no.' "She's such a dumb little doll, forgetting to think before speaking. This one always needs mommy's help, isn't that right, sweet girl?"

Your nod was a reflex, forever willing to let Wanda help you with anything from the biggest task to something as simple as tying your shoes. "And Mommy always knows best which, right now, is nap time. Please excuse me, ladies, while I put her to bed. When I come back, I'll bring the tea tray!"

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Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 544, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby

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“Flooting lan lan, Eor tail, Dum Dum fetter, Tink Bell wings, pwetty flower, app app, shoo, spin spin, map cor mir mirs, hon hon pot, baoon house, wand, snoofake, ice scate, bow aroow, pwetty flower, drag drag, leaf, castle!” giggled Baby Tommy as he played with my Disney charm bracelet tattoo that was wrapped around my left wrist.

“Yes, that’s right!” I cooed at the chubby little man in my lap, Baby Noah toddling up to us. “Oh, look at who’s here- did you by to say hello?”

“Hihi Baa bee Nono!” Baby Tommy chirped happily, sliding out of my lap.

“Baa bee Tomm Tomm, wesies taksies walksies walks?” he asked, taking his older cousin’s hand and the both of the bopping off to go on a little adventure in the backyard.

“Mommy?” I stood and went over to where Elizabeth was standing at the backdoor with an anxious look on her face. “Jonathan and Priscilla are out front.”

An ugly expression overtook my face as I stood and stormed inside the house, wondering what in the name of Saint Barnabas my sperm doner and his whore of a wife were doing back at my home again.

“What the fuck do you want?” I snarled at the two the second I met them at the front, balling my fist so tightly that I felt my fingernails drawing blood. “The both of you are not welcomed here.”

“Mary Claire, wonderful to see you again, my dear.” Jonathan nodded at me as he held Priscilla close to him. the blonde’s face wearing an ugly expression plastered across it as she very clearly sulked. “How have you and Peter been doing?”

“Fucking terrific, until you two dumb ass fuckers showed up.” I sent the two of them an irritated glare. “Now what the fuck do you want?”

“Mary Claire Bradley, don’t you dare use that kind of language with us.” Jonathan tried to establish his long since abolished right as my elder.

“Well then- fuck the ever fucking fuck off,” I snarled dangerously. “NOW.”

“Well, I don’t quite like your language, young lady,” he said, Priscila shooting me a nasty smile.

“You are not welcomed here, now get off the property before I remove you by force.”

I relaxed once my husband joined us- he had been up in little girl’s nursery, changing the triplets’ diapers. He stepped out in front of me, gently nudging me behind him as he loomed up in front of the two trespassers.

“NOW.”

I didn’t have to look to see the look of pissed rage on his handsomely bearded face, his body positioning practically screaming GET THE FUCK OFF MY LAND.

But still, Jonathan acted like an idiot.

“Ah, Peter, my boy!” he greeted my pissed off husband. “Prissy and I both heard through the grapevine that the Bradley family has newcomers- triplets, none the less! So my wife and I both took it upon ourselves to come on by with gifts and I have some advice for you-”

Peter tugged me inside the house and loudly shut the door in their faces, breathing heavily as he forced himself not to break anything.

“Hey MC, Elizabeth told us to help you,” Frank announced as he and my older six older brother wandered in from the party out in the backyard. Adam was wearing three party hats on his head, Daniel paused long enough to rap three times into the doorframe and Caleb was cradling his sleeping nephew. Gideon was carrying two of the three triplets while Benjamin was cradling the other baby. “What’s going on?”

“Jonathan and Priscila are out front, being buttheads,” I announced, not missing the look that the seven of them exchanged. “As per usual.”

“Hey, do you need us to go out and do damage control?” Adam asked as he sent the front door a withering glare.

“Oh no, please don’t,” I begged them. “Hopefully, they’ll get the hint that they are not invited soon enough.”

“Presuming that they even got any brains left in them!” Frank grumbled as he followed me back out into the backyard.

“Mama Wen Wen! Mama Wen Wen!” little girl screeched as she barreled into my legs, wrapping her arms tightly around my knees. “Time for cakesies?”

I took my cell phone out from my back pocket to glance at the time.

3:49 PM

“Heyn James? Aaron?” I called out- James had been playing a rather rambunctious game of duck-duck-goose with the kids and his husband had been sitting with an ice bag to his knee, which he pulled a few weeks ago while down at the batting range getting ready for the 2027 baseball season. “Little girl wants to know if it’s time for cake yet?”

“It’s fine by- YEEPS!” James yelped as an ambush of babies swarmed him, knocking him down into the grass before jumped on his fallen body with gleeful cackles.

“What James said!” Aaron laughed, summoning everyone to the army of frosted cupcakes that covered the concussion table.

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday to you!”

“Yay yay!” cheered Baby Tommy, bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet with Baby Noah copying him. “Yay yay!”

“Let’s make a wish!” I urged little girl, the both of us blowing out our assigned cupcuakes- mine was had pretty turquoise frosting and was wrapped in a royal blue wrapper while little girl had cupcakes that were frosted with purple and were bundled in green wrappers. I had baked enough for everyone to have multiples, knowing that Peter would probably devour at least sixteen.

“Mama Wen Wen?” I turned me face to smile at my daughter, a shocked yell fluttering out past my lips as she smashed a cupcake onto my face.

“Little girl!”

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In the DA AU, will you be writing more about Anders? Do kitten and Ransom talk about him with the children? 🥺

Oof, you're trying to make things painful, huh? Yes, they do talk about Anders. I'm going to have a special in December, The 12 Days of Christmas with the Drysdale's and there will be a part that features Anders, but let's discuss Anders. This is not necessary to read. PLEASE READ ALL TRIGGER WARNINGS!

Anders Beckett Drysdale

Summary: Ransom and you celebrate and mourn

Pairings: Ransom Drysdale X Reader

Rating: Fluff and then Explicit

Warnings: Blood, MISCARRIAGE, aftermath of a miscarriage, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.4K

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Blade kisses your belly over and over again, while Ransom just giggles at him, “Buddy,” he tries to pull him away, but Blade continues issuing his kisses, “Buddy, mommy’s got to go to the bathroom.”

“Baby,” he points at your belly, giving you his big snaggle tooth grin.

“Yes, I got a baby in there,” he gives you more and more kisses, and you laugh, just dragging him along with you, “Bladey, can mommy go pee,” with a final smooshy kiss on your belly he lets you free, and tries to continue the kisses when you come back out.  You pick him up and start pressing kisses all over him, his belly laughs reverberating through the townhouse.  “You can’t kiss there all the time, buddy.”

“My baby.”

“Yes, Bladey, they’ll be your baby.  You’re going to be the best big brother.  Come on, let’s get your sissies, we’re going to see your baby.”

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“Every time I see you there’s more children,” Dr. Fisk tells you, while Ransom helps you up on the exam table.  His other arm holding on to your little man.  “So, what do you think we’re having.”

“Baby,” Blade answers proudly pointing at your belly.

Throwing her head back Aster groans, “Not another boy.”

“Blade is cute, Azzie.”

Dr. Fisk giggles moving around the wand, Blade gasps putting his hands over his mouth when he hears the heartbeat, “Right there’s the baby.  See their head,” you point, and Blade’s eyes only get bigger.  Iris steps closer to you, but your ever dramatic child Aster sits idly.

“Iris, what do you think you’re having?  Can you tell?” the doctor asks her, and she shakes her head no.  “You’re having another baby brother.”

“Baby,” Blade screeches, “Oh baby.”

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“Kitten, what are you thinking for names?  I know you’ve been thinking,” Ransom’s lips kiss on your shoulders, his hands rubbing over the baby bump.

“Well, we have Steve and Harlan in one name.  I think it’s only fair...I want him named after Jake,” you spit out quickly and Ransom chuckles.  “What?”

“We’ll name him Jake Jensen Drysdale then,” you laugh.  “No, how were you thinking of naming him after Jake?”

“His middle name, Anders...but, you don’t think it’s too close,” you can’t look at him, you’re afraid he’ll hate the name.  Reminding him of Andy, and you couldn’t fathom Ransom not being able to say his son’s name.  “It means brave.”

“Kitten, it’s perfect,” he gives you another kiss.  “Do you remember?” you look at him confused.  “That night by the creek.  Using the cold water to create cold chills on your body.”

“Why are you even bringing that up?”

“I’d kiss up your cold skin, warming you with my lips, wanting you to feel every part of me.  Then I sunk into that tight cunt of yours...”

“Ransom, we’re naming our baby, and you're over here talking about sex beside a creek.”

“I’m getting to it, woman,” he covers your mouth with his hand, “I look up meanings to names, too.  I wanted something about a river, a creek, or brook, or something,” you swipe your tongue up his hand, “You’re disgusting.  I got better uses for that tongue,” leaning forward he gives you a filthy kiss, a kiss that’s too hot for the conversation at hand.  “Beckett.”

“Huh?” you awkwardly answer, still entranced by his mouth

“Beckett.  It means dweller by the brook,” you smile up at him sweetly.  “I watched my cum leak out of you that night.  Fingered it right back in you.”

“Such a sweet moment ruined by your horny ass.”

He deeply laughs, issuing a soft kiss to your lips, “Gotta keep you on your toes pretty girl.”

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Your eyes flutter awake, you let out a pained breath rubbing along your stomach, “Ran,” you squeak out, only for him to groan a bit.  The moonlight giving just enough light for you to see the sticky blood soaking the bed, “Ransom!  No.  No, oh god, no.”

He jerks back, feeling the mess on himself, and one glance down at how soaked the two of you are, “Kitten,” your voice cries and screams at the same time, feeling a wave of unbearable pain rush over you.

“Your mom, she’s closest.  I gotta,” another scream, exits your throat, and Ransom dials his mom quickly.

“She’s...we need...can you watch the kids?” his eyes keep flicking between your face and the deep crimson spot on the bed, his own body covered in it.

“I’ll be right there,” Linda didn’t hesitate.  She heard the fear in his voice, the pain in your cries.  When she pulls up, Ransom is walking you out to the car, as fast as possible, barely telling her a thank you.  When she opens the door the bedroom, she slams her hand on her mouth.  Unable to breath or remove her eyes from the bed.

“Bebe?” Iris rubs her eyes, walking down the hall, and Linda closes your bedroom door quickly.  “Where’s mama and daddy?”

“They had to go to the doctor.  Let’s get you back in bed,” she reads the little girl that she struggled so much to accept as her own a story.  With each word, Iris will stare up at her, giving her a sweet smile, when Linda glances down.  For too long Linda tried to push the child away, but seeing her not even realizing the mess down the hall, Iris is so content, so loving, and she decides Iris is Ransom’s.  Her little head collapsing on Linda’s lap, and she brushes back her hair.  Picking up her phone she lands on Frank’s number, “Frank?”

“Linda it’s 3:00 in the damn morning.”

“Ransom...he, he...he took Y/N to the hospital,” her hand holds onto her mouth as she cries.

Frank sits up quickly, “What’s wrong?  Linda?  What’s wrong?”

“There's blood...everywhere.  I don’t think...he’s not...I gotta get them a new bed.  New carpet.  Frank, it’s everywhere.”

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Dr. Fisk shakes his head no at you and Ransom, and you lose self-control.  Tears roll down your cheeks, you grip tightly to your bump.  Anders’ no longer moving, no heartbeat detected.  And Ransom holds you tightly, his own tears wetting your shoulder.  Of all the pain you had been through in your life, nothing prepared you for this pain.  Knowing when you woke up in the pool of scarlet that it wasn’t good.  And the only words that come out of your mouth is a repeated, “Nononononononono.”

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Your voice hoarse from the tears you’ve cried, your feet drag through the door of the townhouse, Ransom’s hand firmly in yours as he guides you in.  You shake your head no at him, because although your tired, you can’t look, can’t see.  Knowing that it’ll look like a massacre, but when you open that door, and see that it’s pristine and clean, you collapse to your knees, “He’s gone.  Ransom our baby...he’s...” Ransom falls to the floor with you holding your body as tight to him as he can get it, while he rocks you back and forth.  The two of you in an odd time loop of being numb and feeling an aching pain.

Ransom gets enough strength to lift you up, carrying you to the bed, and the two of you exhausted from the lack of sleep, let your tears and whimpers lull you to sleep.  In your world of pained dreams, Linda brings the kids back, but seeing the two of you, gathers them back up to take somewhere else, but you heard it.  That sweet little whining, “Mama,” from your baby boy.  The boy that made it.  He had never been away from you, and his pitiful cries for you, make you yearn for nothing more than your babies.  Running out of the room, Linda has no words, but those babies cling to you.  Blade holding on so tightly no one could pull him away.

“Baby,” he tries to smile, and you cry again.  “No cry.”

“Your baby...” Turning you see Ransom emerge from the bedroom.  “He’s gone.”

“No!” Iris cries, and Aster, clings tighter to you.

“I’m sorry.  I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” Ransom joins your family circle, his hands and body trying to touch every one of his babies and you.  “Thank you, mom.  I’ve got it from here.”

“I’m not leaving you guys.  I’ll cook.”

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[avasharpe]

Sugar and Salt

Chapter: Nine of Ten

Summary: The day of the wedding is here and the nerves are high! Amaya walks on air as she gets ready, but the dangerous reality weighs heavy on Zari’s heart.

Fandom: DC’s Legends of Tomorrow.

Relationship: Amaya Jiwe/Zari Tomaz,  and Sara Lance/Ava Sharpe

Characters: Amaya Jiwe, Zari Tomaz, Sara Lance, Kendra Saunders, Behrad Tomaz, Sin Lance, Kuasa, Ava Sharpe, and Damien Darhk. 

Chapter Rating: Mature.

Additional Tags: Bakery and Coffee Shop AU, Mutual Pining, Fake Marriage, But Real Feelings, Food, Wedding, Lemons, Smut, Wedding Night.

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Zari rolled over in bed and stared up at the ceiling. She knew what day it was, but a part of her wished she could stay in bed and hide from it all. Even if it meant sacrificing her future and her place in America. She was used to the anxieties that came with trying to get up in the morning. 

Yet, there was always one thing that never failed to get her up, coffee and donuts. Yesterday, she had gone to the best donut place in Star City and waited in line for an hour just to be able to get one donut. She had carefully packaged it up and placed it in the fridge for today, and she had dreamed of a powder and raspberry sauce all night. It was the one thing that got her to roll out of bed and walk down the stairs, even if she was still a zombie. 

Which was why she didn't hear Sara, Sin, and Behrad, already chatting away in the kitchen with a sizzling breakfast of eggs and pancakes. Zari stopped in her tracks when she saw Sara standing at the stove. 

“Good morning Zari,” Behrad cheerfully greeted her, holding up his plate of pancakes. “Aunt Sara made breakfast.”

“I can see that,” Zari said, walking into the kitchen. “You know, when I gave you a key for emergency purposes, this isn’t what I had in mind.”

Sara just shrugged, one hand on her back and the other holding a spatula as she flipped another pancake onto the plate. “Someone's gotta keep you on track this morning and Ray was the first one to offer, so I thought I'd save you the cheery trouble.”

Zari nodded but ignored the pancakes and went to retrieve her donut from the fridge, only to find that it was not there. She quickly spun around, ready to yell at whoever ate it, but Sara pointed towards the box on the counter. 

“I saw it in the fridge when I was getting things ready and so I put it on the counter to warm it up for you."

Zari’s anger died on her lips and she gave Sara a warm smile. “Thank you.”

Sara just smiled at her and placed a spatula of eggs onto a plate next to the turkey bacon. “Eat something other than sugar, you're gonna need it. No matter how nervous you are you should eat.”

Zari nodded and took the plate as Sara grabbed a plate for herself and sat down next to her. 

“May we be excused?” Behrad asked, looking up from his empty plate.

“Put your dishes in the dishwasher first and thank Sara for making breakfast, then you may go,” Zari nodded at him.

Sin and Behrad quickly did as they were told and put their dishes away. Sin rushed over, putting both of their hands on Sara’s belly and placing a kiss on her cheek.

“Thank you, Mommy.”

Behrad leaned over as well and kissed Sara's cheek. “Thank you, Aunt Sara.”

“You guys are very welcome,” Sara said as they quickly rushed off. “I’ll be up in a few minutes and you two will need to start getting ready.”

Zari smiled and watched them go. It was as if it was just another morning. However, the bag of makeup sitting on the counter with the shoebox and Sara's dress hung up on the door said otherwise.

“Are you okay?” Sara asked, putting a hand on her back and rubbing in slow circles. “You’ve turned pale all of a sudden.”

“I'm fine,” Zari said, taking a bite of her donut and trying to get lost in the sweet raspberry taste.

“It's okay to be anxious. I'd be worried if you weren't,” Sara said as she continued to rub up and down Zari’s spine in a comforting way. “I see how happy Amaya makes you and how happy you are together. Just think about that and focus on Amaya. Before you know it, you’ll be at the reception eating cake and laughing and you won't remember a single thing that was said at the ceremony.”

“That sounds like some good experience talking,” Zari smiled and looked over at Sara. 

“Well, I have done this before,” Sara said with a knowing smile.

“Yeah, and you just about fainted at the altar and Leonard lost his voice trying to say his vows,” Zari said, remembering the eventful ceremony at her friend's wedding years ago.

“Shut up,” Sara said, moving her hand from Zari’s back and giving her a little shove. “I was pregnant and Leonard was never good at public speaking. Besides, we still got married, but all I remember from that night was dancing in his arms, knowing he was mine forever and it made everything worth it.”

Zari nodded, she could make it through the ceremony if she focused on Amaya, besides she didn't have a choice that she wanted to stay in America.

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Amaya woke up with a smile on her face. It was her wedding day. She rolled over and looked at her wedding dress that was hung up in her closet. She couldn't help but smile wider. She was so excited for this day and it was finally here! She was marrying Zari and it was a dream come true. 

She jumped out of bed and pulled the dress off the rack, before laying it on her bed. Amaya unzipped the garment bag and pulled out the dress, just staring at it. It was so beautiful and she was so excited. Amaya couldn’t wait to get dressed and spend all day in it, but first, she knew that she had to eat something. 

Amaya danced around her room as she floated into the bathroom. She quickly checked the knots that Kendra had put in last night and undid one to see the little curls wrap around her finger. She then washed her face, before practically floating on air as she walked down the hall. Amaya wasn't surprised to see Kendra in her kitchen cooking as both kids played in the living room. 

“Happy wedding day,” Kendra smiled, placing a plate of quiche at the counter for her. 

“Thank you,” Amaya said as she sat down at the counter and took a bite of the quiche. 

“You've got that bridal glow,” Kendra said as she looked over at Amaya.

“I feel like a glowing bride and I’m just so excited. I don't know how I can wait till this afternoon.”

“Well, there's a lot to do before then, so it'll definitely fly by,” Kendra said, putting down the pot holders and turning off the oven, before calling the kids for breakfast. 

They quickly ate and went straight back to the bathroom to get ready. Kendra took out her curls as Amaya applied her moisturizer. The whole time they got ready, Amaya kept smiling. She was unable to believe that this was her reality. Every time she calmed down, something would make her smile and she would fall into another fit of giggles like a school child. Amaya was just so happy. She couldn't wait to walk down the aisle and marry Zari. 

“Amaya you need to stay still,” Kendra said, smiling as she pulled the mascara wand back, narrowly missing her nose.

“Sorry,” Amaya said, trying to school her features and hold still as Kendra quickly applied the mascara and pulled back.

“It's okay to be excited, and I'm happy that you are so happy. Even if things are a little rushed, I know the two of you are sure about this. You and Zari are meant for each other even if it took you a little while to figure it out,” Kendra teased as she leaned down to wrap her arms around Amaya’s shoulders, giving them a squeeze. 

Amaya smiled and hugged Kendra before she pulled back. Kendra finished her makeup and spun her around to look at it in the mirror. Amaya smiled as she saw how beautiful she was and looked down at the ring on her finger. Even though they had started out doing this so Zari could stay in the U.S.. Amaya was doing this now because she truly loved Zari and she would spend the rest of her days protecting her.

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As soon as Sara finished applying her makeup and put the curlers in Zari's hair they rushed out of the house to make it to the venue on time. Ava greeted them in a foyer with a clipboard and pen and smiled when she saw Sara. Sara was wearing a high waisted pleated dark blue dress that flowed over her and went down to her ankles. It matched Ava's dark navy suit that had a plunging neckline and was without an undershirt, that had drawn Sara’s eyes. 

“We’re gonna go find Kuasa, Gary, and Aldus,” Behrad said, running off with Sin before anyone could protest. 

“You look beautiful,” Ava sighed as she leaned down to put one hand on Sara's waist as she tilted her head for a quick kiss. “But you're behind schedule. Some early guests have arrived and Amaya and Kendra are already here. They’re in the room down the hall on your left and you two are on the right.”

“Don't worry, we'll be ready to walk down the aisle right on time,” Sara reassured her as she patted Ava's cheek and Ava smiled as she leaned into her touch.

“Oh I see one of the brides is running late, I hope it doesn't throw off the whole wedding.” Damien Darhk’s voice dripped with sarcasm, cold as ice.

Zari twirled around to see him standing there as he walked through the door as if he was just another guest. 

“Mr. Darhk, I don't believe I received your RSVP,” Ava said, pulling out her clipboard as she stepped in front of Zari and Sara.

“Oh well, I’m my daughter Nora’s plus one see here,” Darhk said, pulling out the RSVP card with a checkmark on the plus one.

“Nora is Ray Palmer's plus one,” Ava said, walking up and taking the card from his hand. “I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to…”

“Oh yes that Raymond fellow, well that's another matter, but that's not the reason I'm here,” Darhk said, as he looked pointedly over at Zari.

Sara wrapped a protective arm around Zari’s waist, her eyes like daggers as she glared at Darhk. “You need to leave now.”

“Oh well, then how would I know if this lovely bride gets properly married? We wouldn't want to screw up anything with immigration, now would we, Miss Tomaz?” Darkh said with a dark tone as he turned around to introduce his friend. “You've met my friend here Adrian Chase, he works at the local immigration office and is interested to see your case be presented next week.”

“It's nice to meet you Miss Tomaz, and congratulations on this wonderful occasion,” Adrian said, holding out his hand. “I look forward to presiding over your case next week after you get back from your honeymoon, of course.”

It took everything inside of Zari to shake Adrian’s hand. “It's a pleasure to meet you as well.”

“Well, we really are on a tight schedule,” Ava said, stepping in and turning Zari and Sara towards the dressing room.

Zari and Sara walked down the hall in silence as Sara guided her into the room. Zari sat down on the first chair she saw and Sara put her dress on the rack, before turning and locking the door.

“Hey it's okay,” Sara said, looking over at her and leaning down and to put her hands over Zari’s. “It's just an intimidation tactic, but it's nothing we have to worry about. You and Amaya are in love and that’s why you're getting married, it's all legal. Just focus on Amaya. All you have to do is get married to Amaya.”

Zari just looked at Sara, had no idea how she was supposed to walk down the aisle with Darkh breathing down her neck. How could she do this to Amaya? Amaya who was so perfect and selfless, who was helping her and getting all tangled up in something that wasn't her fault. Zari knew the penalty for a fake Green Card marriage and Amaya could go to jail. 

Zari looked up and saw an envelope waiting for her on the vanity. Her name was written in Amaya’s beautiful and perfect cursive handwriting, and Zari flipped it over to open it. Inside was a simple note that read. 

‘I can't wait to see you walk down the aisle, my beautiful bride. Just know that I am so happy to be doing this. I love you so much. - Amaya.’

Zari took a deep breath and took a moment to center herself. Amaya knew what she was getting herself into and Sara was right, it was just an intimidation tactic. They were doing the right thing and all she had to do was sign the marriage license.

“I can marry Amaya,” Zari said with a nod.

“Don't worry about anything else, Amaya, Kendra, Ava, and I are going to take care of it,” Sara said with a nod as she gave Zari’s hands a squeeze.

Zari stood up and went over to the garment bag. She unzipped it and pulled out the two-piece White Satin suit. Zari let her fingers drift over the fabric and pulled the pants off of the hanger before she quickly put them on. She took the jacket and pulled it on her shoulders. She pushed up the sleeves to her elbows, before turning to look in the mirror. She was ready. She sat down at the vanity and Sara started to undo the curlers from her hair. Zari was ready to be a bride, she was going to walk down the aisle and marry Amaya.

“It’s going to be okay,” Zari whispered to herself in the mirror, her lips moved but she didn’t hear the words.

Sara caught her eyes in the mirror and leaned down to tickle the back of her neck, making her smile. “There, that's what a bride should look like. It's your wedding day. You should be happy.”

Zari tried to keep a smile on her lips as she nodded, but it faded a little at the edges. She found herself fidgeting with her fingers as a knot formed in the pit of Zari’s stomach.

……………………………………………………………………

Everything was ready, everyone was in place. Zari stood in the hall and looked down at Behrad. They were the first to walk down and she took his arm. Behrad smiled up at her as they stepped forward. It was a short trip down the aisle and soon she stood next to Ray, who was set to officiate for them. 

Then Zari watched as first Kendra and Sara, then Aldus rolled down with Sin, and finally Kuasa walked down the aisle. She couldn't help but catch a glimpse of Amaya as she waited in the hall. For a moment, Zari forgot everything as she saw Amaya peak around the corner. Once Kuasa got to the end of the aisle, Mick kissed Amaya’s cheek. The music changed and it was Amaya’s turn. 

Zari looked over at all of her friends and family as they stood. They all looked so happy for her, everyone was smiling, some of them even had a few tears. ‘Just look at Amaya,’ she said to herself as she looked over at her beautiful bride. Holding on to Mick's arm, Amaya looked so beautiful, her tight curls cascaded down her back like a waterfall. Amaya’s dress fell around her with its long train. It had a V neck lace bodice with short lace sleeves that brushed over her shoulders. The skirt was long and slim, but full and flowed down her waist, accented by her long train. She was so beautiful that it was breathtaking. Amaya looked like the sun, warm and beautiful, but all Zari could think about was Damian Darhk.  

Zari looked back at Damien Darhk and Adrian Chase next to him. He gave her a hellish smile and a wink. She could feel her heart beating faster and suddenly she felt overwhelmingly hot. She was gonna get caught, and it would be all her fault. She would drag Amaya and Behrad and Kuasa down with her.

She couldn't do it. Zari couldn't do it. She couldn’t ruin their lives. She saw Amaya’s face fall as she shook her head.

“I'm sorry,” Zari whispered before she ran off. 

She heard the uproar of everyone talking as she ran off. She ran back down the hall and into her dressing room, slamming the door shut behind her. The plan now was just to grab her bag and leave. She could disappear for a few days and then come back and get Behrad and they could start over somewhere else. Zari looked around the dressing room. She had a suitcase packed for the honeymoon, so all she had to do was get it and go. She grabbed it and double checked that everything was there, then she heard a knock at the door.

“Zari it's me, please let me in and we can just talk.” Amaya pleaded to her from outside the door. 

Zari could hear multiple people talking as Amaya knocked on her door again, trying to get her to come out. She looked around the little room. There was a window, but it was just a single pane of glass and there was no way to open it. She looked around again, there was no way of getting out without going through her friends and she knew she could never face them. 

Everyone else continued to knock and try to talk to her, but Zari just sat down on the chair. She put her knees up to her chest and her hand over her face as she just sat there and cried. She cried for her life, and she cried for Behrad and Amaya and for the mess she had made of everything. When she finally cried herself out, she looked up to hear that they had stopped knocking and it was silent. She reached for a tissue and wiped her face.

Suddenly she heard the door handle rattle. Before Zari could react or protest, the door opened and Sara slipped in with a small plate. She gave Zari a knowing smile and came to sit down next to her.

“I brought you a donut,” Sara said, holding out the plate to her. On it were three powdered jelly donuts, her favorite. 

Zari just shook her head and looked down at her hands. For the first time, she wasn’t in the mood for donuts.

“I’d tell you a story about my wedding day, but this doesn't feel like wedding nerves,” Sara said, looking more pointedly over at her. “This feels like you're second guessing the whole thing.” 

“I can't do this to Amaya,” Zari looked down at the tissue in her hand. “I can't do this. I can't get her tangled up in things that are my fault.”

Sara shrugged and offered her the plate, but Zari shook her head. 

“Well, if you're not going to eat this I am,” Sara said, picking up one of the donuts and taking a bite of it. Sara sat down next to her and they just sat together in silence as Sara ate her donut. 

Zari gave in and took one of the donuts, shoving it in her mouth. It was perfect, just like Amaya, and just like everything she had ruined. She didn't chew properly and quickly swallowed. The donut formed a ball in her throat and she choked it down. As she coughed, Sara handed her a glass of water and patted her back. Once it went down, Sara put the donut plate down on the table next to them and Zari stared down at the glass of water.

“If you had to permanently tie yourself to Ava in order to protect yourself and Sin, would you do it?” Zari said as she looked over at Sara. 

She tried not to sound desperate, but she was desperate. For any way that she could do this without feeling like she was sinking to the bottom of the ocean. With a chain around her wrist and Amaya willingly tying herself to Zari. 

Sara just smiled, she stood up and put one hand on her ribs and with the other, she held her dress tightly against her lower abdomen to outline her rounded belly. Zari looked down at her stomach and then up at Sara. 

“You've gained weight, that's your answer?” Zari asked, throwing up her hands. “I mean, I know you've been hitting the sweets pretty hard, but I don't see how this relates to anything,”

“I’m not fat!” Sara said, smacking Zari's arm before she grabbed Zari’s hand and put it on her belly. Zari looked up at her, not sure what Sara was doing until she felt a jab against her hand and her eyes went wide. “I'm twenty weeks pregnant. Ava and I are having a baby. So yeah, we're tied together for the next eighteen years at least.”

Zari's jaw dropped as suddenly everything clicked. She looked at Sara's belly again and saw the clear outline of her pregnancy as Sara’s baby kicked her hand again. “You're pregnant, pregnant with Ava’s baby. Wait, what, Ava got you pregnant? Is she trans and at twenty weeks, that's like five months, which means you've been pregnant practically the entire time you and Ava have been together and you hid it from all of us?”

Sara just nodded as she sat back down next to Zari, with one hand on her belly. 

“I found out the day you and Amaya got engaged. We had to figure everything out pretty quickly and we’ve recently decided to move in together. When Ava and I met we just jumped right in and things happened so quickly. Before I knew it I was pregnant, but it worked out. Our kids love each other like siblings and we’re a family. Ava and I have taken the time to slowly fall in love too. So even though you're rushing to the altar, you and Amaya have done the same. I’ve seen you two fall in love with each other throughout this whole thing and you can make it work.”

“It’s not just that,” Zari sighed, shaking her head and looking down at her hands covered in white powdered sugar. “If I don't marry Amaya, ICE is going to deport me.”

“Oh Zari,” Sara said, looking over at her and grabbing her hand to squeeze it tightly. 

“I can't do this to her,” Zari said, shaking her head. “I can't put her through all of this.”

“You don't really have a choice,” Sara said, tilting her head from side to side and looking at Zari. “I know it doesn't seem that easy, but it is. Like you said, if you don't get married ICE is going to take you away, but you don't have to worry about Amaya. She doesn't do anything without knowing the risk first. She did this knowing everything that came with it. Regardless of that, she's crazy in love with you and she is doing this willingly.”

“But I could change my name and leave and go, somewhere.”

“And live your whole life on the run? Is that really what you want to do Zari?” Sara said looking over at her with a raised eyebrow. 

“Well, what did you do when you found out you were pregnant, surely you didn't just jump into Ava’s arms and have an instant family?”

“No, I freaked out after the test turned positive. I didn't even consider keeping them until I talked with Ava. Once I did tell her, she agreed to help me if I kept it. We talked everything over and we both knew what we were getting into with this baby. It made things easier to know that I had someone to support me. I know that you have talked this over with Amaya, she’s here to support you, and Kendra and I are here too.”

“Thanks,” Zari nodded, giving Sara a small smile and squeezing her hand. “She was the one who suggested we get married.”

“Well, there you go. You know Amaya is on your side and she knows what she’s getting into,” Sara said as she stood up and turned around to offer her hand to Zari. “Now, all you have to do is marry Amaya and live happily ever after, which I don't think will be too hard.”

Zari took a deep breath and took Sara’s hand. She stood up on her own so Sara didn’t have to bear her weight. Sara grabbed a tissue and wiped her eyes before reapplying her makeup.  The mascara Sara had applied was waterproof, so she didn’t have black tear stains on her cheeks. Zari took one look in the mirror. The evidence of her tears were gone and she ran her hands over her suit before they walked back out into the hall. 

Kendra, Amaya, Ava, and the kids were all standing in the hall talking to each other. The minute Amaya saw her, she pulled Zari into a hug. 

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Zari said as she held Amaya, perhaps a little too tightly, as all she could do was cling to her. When Zari pulled back and untangled herself from Amaya, she held her hands and looked into her eyes. “Amaya, are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yes,” Amaya said in a firm voice as she squeezed Zari’s hands. “I love you Zari and I'd go to the ends of the Earth to protect you. Let me protect you so that you can stay here in America with me and Behrad.”

“Okay,” Zari nodded, letting out a breath and smiling.

“All right, everyone lets have a wedding,” Sara said, clapping her hands and ushering everybody back into the main room.

……………………………………………………………………

Every moment of the day was seared into Zari's memory. She didn’t look at anyone else as  Amaya walked down the aisle. She let herself get lost in Amaya and it took Zari’s breath away. She barely heard a saying that the officiant said or the passages Imam read as they performed the Nikah. She felt like she couldn't breathe until they finally signed the marriage certificate. As soon as she put her pen down Amaya grabbed her hand and the officiant announced them as wife and wife. 

Amaya wrapped her arms around Zari’s neck and leaned in to kiss her. It was then that Zari smiled into Amaya's lips and she felt like she was floating on air as they kissed. The only thing that mattered in the world was Amaya's lips on hers. 

They danced down the aisle to the music that filled her ears and Amaya's hand clutched her hand as if she would never let go. Zari caught Darkh’s glare as they walked and saw Mick and Nate approach him from behind. Darkh was thrown out of the reception with little fuss, along with all of Zari’s worries. For the rest of the night, she smiled as they ate and listened to speeches and kissed Amaya.  

As the party wrapped up, they stayed on the dance floor wrapped in each other's arms as they swayed. Zari put her chin on Amaya’s shoulder and Amaya wrapped her arms around her waist and laid her head on Zari’s chest. Amaya gently played with the hairs on the back of Zari’s neck as she hummed to the lyrics of the song as they pressed up against each other. Zari was so absolutely content and happy in Amaya’s arms as they kept dancing just for one more song. 

She heard Behrad’s laughter and opened her eyes to see him run past, quickly chased by Sin, Gary, Kuasa, and Aldus. She watched as they ran in between the tables and eventually settled on an empty table. Kendra and Carter were off to the side as they sat next to each other gently whispering as they smiled. She looked over as Sara and Ava swayed next to them. Ava had her arms wrapped around Sara from behind and both of them were cradling Sara's belly as they pressed cheek to cheek. Zari closed her eyes and got lost in Amaya’s arms again. Everything felt right and as of tonight, she was safe in Amaya’s arms. 

“You two better get going if you're going to make it to the hotel before midnight,” Kendra said, gently placing a hand on Zari’s shoulders. 

Amaya nodded as they let Kendra whisk them away. Zari’s car had been wonderfully decorated with cans, balloons, and so many rose petals that she knew she'd never get them out of her back seat.

“You be good for Kendra and Sara,” Amaya said, leaning down to hold Kuasa’s cheeks and press a kiss to her forehead. 

“You too buddy,” Zari said, running her fingers through Behrad’s hair before he pushed her hand off.

“We will. We promise,” Behrad said, fixing his hair again as he shooed Zari away.

“Here you’ll need this,” Sara said, handing her a small box. Zari opened it up and to her horror inside was a pack of dental dams, lube, condoms, lace panties, and a vibrator. 

“Sara!” Zari yelled, shutting the box as Amaya laughed. Kendra and Ava, who had also gotten a glimpse of the box, giggled as well. 

“Trust me, you'll need it, especially if you don't want to take home an extra wedding present,” Sara said with raised eyebrows as she rubbed her belly.

Zari just stood there mortified as Amaya laughed, She took the box from her hand and shoved it into the back seat. “We don’t have to worry about a baby, but the protection is appreciated.”

“True, but there are some other things that I'm sure you'll enjoy.”

“Okay, enough teasing,” Ava said, putting her arms around Sara's waist. “Let them go enjoy their honeymoon.”

They both got in the car and looked back at everyone as they waved them away. The kids threw petals at the car as they pulled by the venue. Before Zari pulled the car onto the road, she looked over at Amaya and smiled. Amaya leaned in to kiss her just because she could, before she pulled back, but held her hand as they drove. 

Instead of a full vacation, they had settled on a few days at a hotel in the mountain that overlooked a waterfall. It was a short drive and the concierge got them all settled before he took them up to the honeymoon suite. It was a beautiful big room with a large bed and hot tub, and a balcony overlooking the falls, and Zari could hear the roar of the waterfall. As soon as the concierge left, Amaya grabbed Zari’s hand and smiled at her, Amaya’s eyes heavy and hot as she pulled Zari towards the bed. Zari focused on the way that Amaya looked at her, so in awe and in love that it made Zari’s heart flutter.

Amaya pulled her over and Zari sat on the bed before Amaya settled herself in Zari’s lap, grabbing a hold of both of her hands. “Are you ready?”

Zari leaned in and kissed Amaya, letting all of her passion pour out from her lips. “I want you.”

Amaya smiled into the kiss and she and Zari fell back onto the bed. Amaya reached for the hem of Zari’s shirt, pulling it over her head. She tossed it aside and reached down to pull her own top off, having forgone a bra, Amaya was half nude sitting in her lap. Zari’s breath hitched as she took in the sight of Amaya’s breasts. Beautifully round with perked nipples, Zari reached out to trace the bones of Amaya’s chest. Tracing the little scar on Amaya’s breastbone all the way down to her waist and her small belly button that was as cute as she was. Amaya had always been fit and toned as she worked out regularly. Suddenly, Zari felt self conscious about the stomach fat that she carried, mostly from all the donuts she ate.

Zari looked up to see that Amaya was just as much in awe of her as Zari was. Amaya leaned down and let her lips trace their way across Zari’s skin. She gently pressed kisses to her collarbone and her breast, gently taking them into her mouth and lightly sucking each nipple until it was hard. When she pulled away, cold air on her wet nipples made Zari shiver. Amaya continued to trace her body with her lips. Going down her abdomen, brushing against her navel and continuing to her waistband, where Amaya once again stopped and looked up at Zari for permission.

Zari nodded and Amaya carefully slipped her fingers under the hem of Zari’s pants, pulling them down. Amaya had them off quicker than Zari realized she would and she was soon sitting in between Zari’s knees. Amaya held her calves as she looked up at her again and Zari breathed heavily as she carefully parted her knees. Amaya gasped at the sight of Zari’s wet folds, and smiled brightly, gently placing a kiss to her pubic bone at the top of her folds. 

Zari leaned her head back as Amaya licked her way down, spreading Zari’s hairy folds to make room for her tongue as she gently lapped her up. Amaya had quite the talented tongue. Slowly licking Zari’s clit in gentle, slow, and steady strokes. She slowly worked her up and up, she took two fingers and gently explored Zari’s opening. Amaya glanced up at her as Zari nodded eagerly before Amaya slid the fingers inside her. Zari began to gently roll her hips as Amaya continued with her steady pace.

“I’m, I’m so close,” Zari panted.

Amaya continued with her pace, slowly working her over. Zari’s breathing became erratic and she could feel herself clinch up before her pleasure came to a head. Zari came, spilled over with a gush of warm fluid onto Amaya’s tongue. 

Zari withered on the bed as Amaya licked her through it. Amaya pulled back and wiped her chin, which was dripping with Zari’s fluids, on the back of her hand. Zari reached down and pulled her up until she was sitting on her lap as they both fiddled with the waistband of Amaya’s pants.

It wasn't exactly the best position, Zari couldn't just pull her pants down and instead, Amaya pulled back, taking her pants off before going back to sit on Zari’s lap. 

“What do you want?” Zari asked, looking up at Amaya, her hands firm on her waist.

Amaya smiled and guided her fingers to her wet folds, taking Zari’s fingers and pushing them to her labia, parting her pubic hair and finding her vulva. Amaya lifting up her hips. 

“I want to ride your fingers.”

How could Zari say no to that? Zari pushed two fingers into Amaya and stroked her clit with her thumb. Amaya's vagina was soft and warm as Zari stroked her vaginal walls. Amaya began to set a gentle pace as she rocked on Zari’s fingers. As she went up and down Zari thrust in and out in time with her hips. With her other hand, Zari gripped Amaya's hips, holding them in place as she thrust into her. 

Amaya moaned and clenched around her fingers, getting wetter and wetter as Zari’s ministrations continued. She brought her fingers out and Amaya whined, chasing her with her hips as Zari circled two fingers around her clit, teasing her. Amaya opened her eyes to see the smirk on Zari's face. Amaya moved her hands to the base of Zari’s neck and tangled them in her hair as she pulled her forward into a kiss. 

Zari forgot to breathe as Amaya kissed her. She continued the circle with her fingers around Amaya’s clit and brought her other hand down to push two fingers back inside of her. Amaya broke off their kiss with a moan and she settled her head on Zari’s shoulder. Zari quickened her pace, she could tell from Amaya's breathing that she must be close.

Amaya whined the closer she got to coming, catching her breath as Zari filled her with a particularly strong thrust of her fingers, as she groaned into Zari’s shoulder. Amaya came with a long and heavy sigh, as she clenched around Zari's fingers and a flood of fluids rushed over Zari's hand. Amaya came down from her orgasm, sitting on Zari’s lap. As Zari pulled her fingers away, Amaya untangled her hands from Zari’s hair and pulled her into a hug. Amaya gently kissed from her shoulder up her neck to her lips, before settling her head back on Zari's shoulder as they both settled into the afterglow. 

They both settled on the bed and Zari turned to watch her as Amaya smiled. Zari loved that smile and more so that Amaya hadn't stopped smiling since they got married. She was so happy, happy to be safe, happy to be here with Amaya. She didn't know how, but eventually, they both drifted off to sleep in each other's arms for the first time of many nights to come.

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Fandom: Harry Potter

Summary: Family day...

Au: Everybody lives!!!!

Couple: Fred Weasley x Hermione Granger

Word Count: 2030

-.-

Fred…

Fred…

Fred.

FRED!!!

Fred Weasley woke up with a start, he flung himself upwards clutching his nightshirt right above his heart. He reached over in hopes of looking for his partner but he came up empty. Fear overwhelmed at how cold the other side of the bed felt. Flinging the bed sheets off himself, Fred did not bother with his slippers before leaving the room with wand in hand that he got from the night table.

Walking through the home, Fred took note of all the curtains were pulled back to let in natural sunlight. This did put some ease for him, but not enough to put away his wand. He continued his way through his home, checking his children’s rooms to see they were nowhere in sight. Panic over took him and Fred quickly ran through his home as he wanted to find his family.

As Fred paced down the stairs, he heard giggles that was followed by familiar laughter that brought back his sense of peace. He hid his wand into his pants pocket and proceeded down steps and as he did, the sound of laughter only grew. On the final step, he took pause as the it got quiet and Fred had to strain his ears to hear whatever was being said. Then a burst of laughter filled the home and he couldn’t help but laugh along to it.

Continuing on, Fred made it to the kitchen to see his family enjoying breakfast. Hermione is helping their youngest, Clover with cutting up what appears to be pancakes for her. While the twins, Millie and Tillie are fighting over which persevere is better. This… this is something he always looked forward to seeing every morning and would not trade it for anything in the world.

“Morning, did we wake you?” Hermione spoke up, breaking Fred out of his thoughts.

Fred couldn’t help but grin. “Here I thought you’d be doing Minister-y work, Minister.”

Hermione could not but smile. She looked over and could tell something was off with her husband, his smile did not quite reach his eyes. He had another nightmare… maintaining her smile to not alarm the children, she pulled out a table and pilled it up with pancakes. “I decided to take the day off. I flued Shacklebolt to take care of things for today. I have the entire day planned out.”

“Oh?” Fred could not believe what he is hearing. The fact that his dear wife, who just also happens to not only be the Minister of Magic, but also the Hermione Granger-Weasley, decided to take a day off… that is huge. Of course, he supports her in all of her endeavors just as much as she supports his, it has been increasingly difficult to have time for themselves and as a family. “What’s the occasion?”

Fred did a quick search of a kitchen, expecting something or another. He paid extra focus on the calendar that placed on the top cabinet to see if anything was happening that day. Nothing. Now this did strike fear within him. Did he forget something?

“Nothing is scheduled for today. I simply wanted time with my family is all.”

“Momma, are we going to Diagon Alley today?” Millie asked excitedly at the aspect of visiting her favorite place in the entire world. “Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes!”

“Long as they don’t let out any of those Fanged Frisbees out.” Hermione gave her husband a pointed stare, who in turn, simply looked away and let out an innocent tune. “Fred.”

“Who? Me?” Fred blinked innocently at his wife. “Whatever do you mean by that?”

“No Fanged Frisbees or anything else that could harm the children.” Hermione raised an eyebrow to emphasize her point.

Fred raised his hands in a mock surrender. “I promise to make sure we put away all of those things away. No more surprise haircuts.”

“Good. Now get ready.”

-.-

Never in a million years did Fred ever believe he would have the life he has right now. No, it’s not the fact he is happily married, three loving kids, and running a business with his brother. It is the fact he is living in a muggle neighborhood, right next to his in-laws. He suspects Hermione wanted to live here after everything she had put her parents through during the way. But, he is not one to complain about it.

With Hermione becoming Minister and them taking part of the war, security measures have been placed making the area secured enough they do not need to worry. Still… the fact everytime Fred steps out his front door he could feel Grandmum Granger opening one of her curtains to see what they are doing before closing them shut once more. Yeah, that happens quite often.

“Papa! To the park!” Tillie called out, running out with her sister right at her heels.

“No, to Diagon Alley!” Millie cried out, running after his sister.

“Park!”

“Diagon Alley!”

Fred could not help but smile at the sight of his daughter bickering over what they wanted to do for the day. It reminded so much of his own siblings.

“Girls, we are going to both places, just wait.” Hermione said walking out the door with Clover in her arms. Fred hurried over to take Clover into his arms to carry her and the diaper bag from Hermione while she locked up.

“Mommy, are we going to the park?” Tillie asked her mother, tugging on the diaper bag she is carrying.

“I want to go to Diagon Alley.” Millie pouted, tugging on her mother’s long sweater.

“Girls, girls! Let’s to go the car and we’ll figure out where we are going first!” Fred started to lead the girls to the car giving Hermione enough time to properly lock things up. “Into the muggle car! Muggle car~”

“Fred, don’t call it that. The neighbors.” Hermione shot her husband a look that caused him to give her a sheepish smile. At the smile, she could not help with a smile of her own. “Into the muggle car.”

“Muggle car~”

-.-

“Do you remember when you asked me to the Yule Ball?” Hermione asked out of the blue as she drove her family to muggle London, catching Fred off-guard.

“I remember asking you. I remember not believing the fact you accepted. I remember Harry and Ron ganging up on me. I remember them threatening me over it. Ron looking disappointed and Harry didn’t know what to think or say… besides that, I don’t remember much else.” Fred said, thinking over when he had asked Hermione to the Yule Ball as his date. Not as a friend asking a friend. It was him asking her on a date, a massive on at that.

Hermione accepted and the two have been steady ever since. Sure, they had times when they butted heads. When he and George had dropped out of school after humiliating Umbridge to give an example of a reason they had fought. Luckily for everyone, Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes took off for the Weasley Twins and Fred was no longer stuck in the dog house. Or had howlers being sent to him daily.

One of their biggest obstacles the couple had faced by far, were the reputations of the Battle of Hogwarts. Neither one was the same after that, Hermione being in the forefront of it all and Fred doing his best to help any underage witches/wizards out of the castle, both doing their best to save as many as they could. Everything looked to be going their way… until Fred saw a flashing green light.

“You had that nightmare again… didn’t you?” Hermione asked, just low enough for the girls not to hear. Fred’s silence spoke volumes for Hermione. “Have you thought about talking to a professional?”

“And miss the chance to talk to you?” Fred attempted to joke but his voice sounded grimace, even to himself. He took in a deep breath when Hermione gave him a look. “I tried to make an appointment to that one placed you told me about, but I didn’t understand what they were asking of me and that they didn’t have room for me there.”

“Oh! I will talk to my father; I am sure he will talk to Dr. McCoy to schedule you in his office.”

“Isn’t that the guy that gave your mother prune juice under the guise of grape juice?”

“Yes…”

“Heh, I remember him. I like him. Funny fellow.”  

-.-

Hermione and Fred knew they were being watched by Aurors as they eat ice-cream with their children. One of the many perks of being Minister and the constant need to be vigilant. They actually found it rather hilarious for the fact that the two that are supposed to be watching of them are none other than Harry and Ron.

When the two Aurors were not looking, Fred used magic to put Puking Pastilles into their respective ice-creams. “Now… we don’t have to worry about them.”

“What happened to-”

“Uncle Ron-”

“Uncle Harry?”

The twins asked, looking over to see their uncles running out of the shop while looking rather green and holding their mouths.

“They were being noisy.” Fred replied, ignoring the looks Hermione gave him.

“You didn’t have to do that. They’ll probably send someone else to watch over.” Hermione pointed at Fred with a spoonful of ice-cream. Fred stared at the ice-cream before reaching over and gobbled up the ice-cream. “Fred, that was too much! You’ll get brain freeze.”

Fred only gave her a grin before he felt familiar pain began to overwhelm him. “Too much!”

Hermione could only let out a tired sigh before taking a large scoop of ice-cream for her to eat. She ignored Fred’s pout at seeing her able to eat ice-cream without the fear of getting a brain freeze. It also did not help how the twins could also do the same, mocking their father everytime he got a brain freeze everytime he ate too much of his ice-cream.

“Oh, Clover… It looks like it’s just you and I…” Fred sniffled while cooing over his youngest, who is sitting on a baby high chair. However, to his dismay, she had managed to take some of her own ice and pushed it into his nose. “Now I have a nose freeze.”

-.-

“I think… that’s the end of it.” Ron wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve. He should have seen that coming. Every Auror that has ever been tasked with watching over Minister Granger, they knew there is a massive chance Fred Weasley will use every trick he has under his sleeve to get rid of them. Of course, it is under the pretense if that they are unable to get away from his pranks, then how are they able to protect the Minister? His wife? Yeah… no one ever leaves unscathed. “How did he do that?”

“I don’t know…” Harry heaved out the remainder of his breakfast. “I think he did that to get us out of there. Otherwise he would have used the Fanged Frisbees against us back in the shop.”

“No, he would have used a screaming yo-yo when he caught us sneaking into ‘Wheezes.” Ron reminded him. He reached into his back pocket to take out a mint and offered one to Harry. “Do you think we should have somebody else watch over them?”

“And deal with the paperwork that comes along with it… no thanks.” Harry said, taking a mint and popping it into his mouth. From their spot, they could see the Granger-Weasley family enjoying some ice-cream after a long eventful day of being a family. He could not help but smile at the sight before them. Even from this distance, Harry could see how Fred adores Hermione, Clover, Millie and Tillie.

“I still can’t believe they ended up together…”

“Don’t tell me you are still stewing over it? After all this time?”

“No, I’m not. I just… never thought Fred had feelings for Hermione is all.”

“Hermione loves him because he makes her laugh… and something about his devious side.”

“Ugh… let’s just go already before Fred makes us eat another prank candy.”

[loveforpreserumsteve]

Summer In Your Eyes (Lifeguard!Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes Modern Summer AU)

Three:

Bucky's eyes hadn't been closed for longer than an hour before he felt someone poking an indent into his cheek. Bucky groaned for the person to leave him alone. In hopes to deter the person, Bucky turned his head so he was resting on his sore cheek. Of course, that didn't stop them. Instead, they just moved onto abusing his other cheek.

"This is why you always get a full face of shaving cream at sleep overs," a raspy voice stated in mock disappointment.

It didn't take long for Bucky's eyelids to fly open and for him to roll onto his back to get a better look of the girl sitting on the bed next to him: Natasha Romanoff. Of course, due to Bucky's abrupt action and the small bed, she nearly toppled off the side. With a giggle and a snort, she regained her balance and teased, "You excited to see me? Or am I better in your dreams?" Even wiggling her eyebrows playfully, causing Bucky to laugh.

Sitting up, Bucky accepted Natasha's invitation of a hug and wrapped his arms firmly around her torso. Although Natasha's frame was naturally tiny, she gave Bucky's body a squeeze that felt strong enough to break his ribs. If she wanted to. Luckily, Natasha didn't. Instead, she pulled back and held Bucky's shoulders as she studied him at arms-length.

Bucky wondered what Natasha saw. His hair was longer. Not too long though. Just longer than the last time she saw him last. Which was two spring break vacations ago. Bucky was taller. More gangly. More awkward. But for the most part, Bucky thought he looked exactly the same.

As Bucky's brows furrowed under Natasha's scrutiny, Natasha flashed an endearing grin and exhaled a sigh of relief, "There's James."

Playfully, Bucky rolled his eyes at Natasha using his real name and he pushed her hands off his shoulders. Natasha feigned hurt -- even pouting her lower lip for added affect -- as she asked, "Didn't you miss me in the slightest?"

"Nah," Bucky teased as he looked her over.

Natasha had changed more than Bucky had in the wake of each other's absences. Her hair was shorter, in a blunt cut that reached towards her shoulders, and had been dyed red. Not just any red. Firetruck red. Like The Little Mermaid. It suited her well.

Scratching his chin in a pensive manner, Bucky mocked, "Something's different about you, hmm? What is it?"

Natasha matched Bucky's mockery and her face scrunched the way that it typically did when she was thinking. Whether real or imaginary. "Maybe," she drawled, "It's because I've grown three inches."

Bucky pretended to think before finally shaking his head, "No, it isn't that…"

"Maybe," Natasha perked, sitting up a little straighter and glanced down at her body, "It's that I've... filled out."

With a smirk and a quirked brow, Bucky briefly broke character to glance at Natasha's chest. Indeed, her body had naturally developed predictably. Pretending to be impressed, Bucky nodded congratulatory at Natasha's natural achievement the same way that she had done when Bucky's voice started to crack all those years ago.

Natasha stood from Bucky's bed then and bowed while Bucky applauded. Even standing to give her a theatrical standing ovation. To keep up the charade, Natasha started exaggeratedly posing like a pinup model.

Giggling because of their antics, Bucky pulled Natasha in for another hug. Ruffling the red strands, Bucky told her, "It looks good. It suits you."

"Ya think?" Natasha asked, cocking her head to the side and narrowing her eyes, studying Bucky to see if he was lying to her in any way possible. Bucky nodded his confirmation and she questioned, "Why?"

With a dramatic, wistful sigh, Bucky held his hand up to his heart and set his gaze into the ceiling in far off wonderment, "Because you are the heart and soul of my existence."

Natasha cackled at that and tugged Bucky towards the door while suggesting, "C'mon, let's go to the pit."

Although Bucky would rather do anything other than hang out at the lake channel twenty minutes away, he still followed Natasha downstairs. Bucky's family was still getting situated in the house, but Natasha hopping off the second to last step caused Tibby to momentarily stop dressing Loki up as a princess.

Tibby turned, fairy godmother wand in hand, to watch the two older teens. Looking entirely surprised by Natasha not following the Barnes' rules of no jumping and no running in the house. Tibby lowered her voice, "Mommy wouldn't like that."

"It's okay," Natasha winked at Tibby and lied, "I'm a spy, so I can do whatever I want."

Good-humoredly scoffing, Bucky grabbed Natasha's arm and pulled her out of the house. Once outside, Bucky joked, "If Tibby starts climbing bookcases and back flipping off them, I’m not even going to hesitate to put all the blame on you."

"Please," Natasha playfully rolled her eyes and scoffed, "I'll be the one showing her the proper form and give her a score of straight tens."

"You're ridiculous," Bucky chuckled, dropping Natasha's arm.

Opening the driver side of her magenta 1998 Nissan Sentra, Natasha claimed, "I think you're just jealous."

"Is that so?" Bucky asked, climbing into the passenger seat.

Wiggling her eyebrows and flashing a devilish grin, Natasha confirmed, "Yup."

"Well, let's not open that can of worms," Bucky teased as Natasha started the pre-owned car and gracefully pulled out of the driveway.

"Fine," Natasha feigned exasperation and Bucky couldn't help but look at her with the utmost of adoration. Even when she purposely played the one genre of music that Bucky couldn't stand, just to mess with him while turning and taking the long way.

[ladylikepug]

Unwanted Encounter

Unwanted Encounter (Harry Potter AU) 

 Summary: In the winter, Severus Snape is house sitting for your elderly grandparents house for the whole week. While, there out on vacation. But quickly finds out about a secret that no one dares to speak. 

 AN: This takes place in Ontario, Canada and in 2018. 

 Severus was glad to be house sitting and in fact he didn’t mind it. At all. And even your son Allen Snape; your two year old son. Didn’t mind it. You worked in the De Tour Mines for a few years now. The job description read, in for two weeks and out for two weeks. The money was good, but at times Severus got very lonely in your small studio apartment that the three of you lived in.

 So, when his wife asked if he’d be comfortable house sitting for your grandparents place for the whole week. While they were on their 50 year anniversary trip to Hawaii. He quickly agreed to watch the house, he didn’t want to stuck in the small apartment again for two weeks. 

All he had to do was watch the house and take care of Sebastian. Sebastian was a red coat, nine year old Siberian Husky. That your grandparents owned.

 (Y/n) reassured that Sebastian wouldn’t give them any trouble. He was a very laid back dog because of his old age. 

 When Severus and Allen arrived at the one story home. They quickly made themselves comfortable in their new surroundings. The house consists of three bedrooms: the Master bedroom, the storage bedroom and a guest bedroom. And the outside had a small back patio. Everything was pretty normal, for a Muggle house. 

 —— 

 On the first day in the house. It was calm and relaxing. The occasional creaking of house, the howling wind was very soothing for Severus. He was in the living room on the couch, watching a nature show by himself. While his son played with Sebastian. Severus felt a small tug on his black pants. Allen had a his hat in hand. “Daddy! Outside!” He said. Severus nods “Okay, let’s go to the bathroom first” He picks him up.

 —— 

 On the small back patio Severus watches his son from a distance. After getting Allen and himself dressed up for the cold bitter cold. And Sebastian winning to him. They were finally out the house. Allen was having a absolute ball outside, playing with Sebastian and rolling around in the snow. “Da Da!” Allen points to a trail. His wife mentioned that her grandfather enjoyed snaring rabbits and made a walking trail for catching rabbits. Before Severus could say anything. His son quickly hop on the trail and started walking and Sebastian followed suit. “Allen! Wait!” He runs off the patio, through the snow and on the trail. 

 —— 

 The path was very narrow. It was obviously made for only one person. Allen walked in front of Severus and Sebastian was off the trail walking beside them. They walked was seemed like forever. Until the trail came to a dead end. Allen wanted to go more further into the forest. But Severus told him they couldn’t.

 The wind started to pick up for some reason and dark clouds formed. They should go back to the house before they get caught in the storm. How strange? The forecast said that it would be cloudy, with no storm. Odd. 

 While walking Allen was dawdling behind. Severus has to look back a few times to make sure he wasn’t too far behind. He continued walking, he was suddenly hit with this feeling of being watched. He back around and Allen was two feet away from him and he walks up to his father. “Daddy?” He asked, tugging at his long black coat.

 Severus turns to his left and sees Sebastian’s neck ruff sticking up, his teeth bare. He let out a low growling noise from his throat. Sebastian immediately stood in front of Allen and Severus. 

 The snap of a tree branch, send Sebastian into a barking frenzy. Severus never seen Sebastian act like this before. Suddenly a voice came from the trees.

It was his wife's.

 “Allen? Severus?” 

 “Love?” Severus called back.

 “Mommy!” Allen chirps in excitement. 

 Allen walked towards the sound of his mothers voice.Severus quickly grabs him and brings him close to his chest. 

 “Severus, come here”

 Severus wanted been comforted, but he couldn’t. That was his wife’s voice, but it sounded... off.

 The words were very slow and mumbled.

 “cOMe HEre...” 

 That definitely wasn’t Severus Snape’s wife. With his son, Severus started running in the opposite direction. Sebastian barking along the way. Why didn’t he think of bring his wand?! While running his foot ended up sinking in a soft patch of snow on the trail. He manages to pull himself out. 

 “Allen! Severus! Allen! Severus! CoMe HeRE...” The voice had followed them.

 He picks up son again and runs. Severus continues to until... the house! It slowly came into view, he runs up the patio steps, opens the door. Sebastian came running in and so did Severus. He slammed the door shut. 

 He collapses on his knees, out of breath. His throat was dry and sore, his lungs burned. “Daddy?”

 He looks down at his son. “I’m okay” he said. 

 What in bloody hell was that?

[marvelnatswhore]

in honour of me finally finishing that fic

pervert step mommy wanda thoughts <3

she is becoming my favourite thing again sooo here's some thoughts-

i got a little carried away -nsfw below!

a few warnings: Cnc, mommy kink, exhibitionism & tiny mentions of drugging

Wanda was very insistent you call her mommy when you met and you quickly realised how much you liked it too

She always comes into your room without warning. If she caught you naked, well, that wouldn't be such a bad thing would it?

wanda’s favourite time to visit you is at night so she can play with her pretty girl all she wants.. <3

She likes to pull you against her chest and touch you while you sleep; sometimes she just wants to grope your tits and rub your pussy to watch you whimper under her and get all helplessly wet.

sometimes she’ll have a little more fun with you and edge you slowly with her fingers being careful not to wake you up.

Even if that meant a little sleeping pill or two she needed to slip in your tea.

Wanda knows you have a crush on her and she’ll go to any length to watch you fold under her.

She’ll often masturbate to videos she's taken of herself fucking you while you sleep.

She knows you can hear her moaning and maybe she accidentally forgot to close the door all the way..

though it wouldn't be a shame if you decided to watch her. 

 Wanda makes it a habit to wear short clothing around you and sometimes just a sports bra and shorts around the house.

It's cute watching you turn all red when mommy’s boobs are out and she loves it when you stare at her.

You'd notice something was happening when you keep waking up with soaked panties and sticky sheets or sometimes you’d wake up without panties at all.

Wanda does your laundry and she always teases you for it

“Oh sweetheart it happened again? All these little wet dreams you’re having hmm, I’ve washed your panties like 10 times this week!” 

“Sorry wanda… i don’t know why-”

“Baby i told you to call me mommy didn’t i?” 

It’s hardly long before she makes a move on you. 

Wanda has all to herself for the weekend and she can't stop thinking about you. 

she spends the day teasing you relentlessly.

you’d be lying if you said all the attention she was giving you, didn’t turn you on. 

 Wanda insisted you try yoga with her, maybe it was just getting to watch you bend over in tight leggings but you enjoyed it too. 

especially when she comes up behind you to "correct your positions"

she'll press herself against your ass, and makes sure you notice the bulge in her pants

if you asked wanda what she was doing she'll cut you off by telling you to relax yourself.

She’ll pull you back up against her chest and slide her hand down your front and further into your pants until she’s cupping your soaking pussy. 

“Mommy-” 

“That’s it baby just relax ok? I’ve wanted to fuck this pretty pussy for weeks"

She’ll pull your leggings down and run her hands over your bare skin, before she fucks you with her strap until you're coming all over her, even a little longer with some praise. 

She’ll happily carry you to her bedroom and clean you up

maybe undressing herself to masturbate in front of you while you’re still a subby little mess for mommy.

God she teases you for days after

pulling you into her bedroom or the bathroom with her to kiss you and stick her hand down your pants to feel how much you want her.

and how could you not want her?

[fiction-queen-blog]

(Naruto) Hogwarts AU

A/N: I have lately been re-entering the Harry Potter fandom Genre:Magical, supernatural, comedy, action Main-pairing: Narusasu Chapter list : Chapter 1

Chapter 2  “The Last Uchiha”

Four years ago, during the dark, breezy night. Uchiha Itachi was standing on top of the astronomy tower, looking down upon the district filled with members of the great and mighty Uchiha-clan. He lowered his hood over his face and tightened the grip around his wand. His pale face seemed even fairer under the light of the full moon. His white almost perfectly straight teeth bit down his bottom lip.

He stood there, observing everybody carefully. His red, glowing eyes hidden behind the black hood.

Itachi suddenly disappeared from the top of the tower, leaving nothing behind but a dark cloud of air. He suddenly appeared in the middle of the street, causing a few people to gasp, but chuckle it off once they seemed to recognise the 13- years old boy.

“Itachi, you scared me.”

“Already proficient in teleportation? As to be expected from the heir of the clan-“The man stood still, a smile still spread across his face as it then slowly faded. His hand reached for his throat that was now revealing a deep, bleeding cut. He fell backwards and laid death on the ground.

Nobody seemed to be able to process what happened right away, they looked at the dead man before looking back at Itachi. He was holding, what seemed like an ancient dagger that now covered in the man’s blood.

A woman screamed, some people starter running; other drew their wands out of their pockets to duel Itachi.

Everything was however in vain. It took mere second and all the people once occupying the streets of the Uchiha district were lying lifelessly on the ground.

Itachi didn’t bend an eye to these people. He stepped over one of the death bodies and walked towards the large mansion at the end of the district. His red eyes didn’t look up for a second when he pulled his wand out; a green light appeared and the man that had attempted to attack him from behind was now instantly dead.

Itachi stopped walking in the middle of the street. He stood still for a mere couple of seconds. He suddenly disappeared into black air, and all that followed was the green light that re-appeared from house to house.

His body  emerged right in front of the entrance of the mansion. He walked inside, the big heavy door loudly closing itself behind him. His steps were loud on the floor, echoing through the house. He entered a room.

It was a big room, decorated with gold and silver all over the place. On the hardwood floor, laid an expensive rug and not too far from it was a big fire-place with two single chairs in front of it, both occupied.

“So…” A heavy man’s voice came from the chair on the left. “You have chosen your side in this war”

Itachi didn’t answer. He took his hoody off, revealing his dark long hair tied in a neat ponytail.  Slowly, he approached the fireplace. Now, standing in front of his parents.

Fugaku Uchiha was sitting on the left chair. Wearing his dark green robes. An Uchiha crest on the left side of his attire. His entire being screamed wealthy and powerful, as he was.

Sitting on the right chair was Mikoto Uchiha. His beloved wife; a beautiful talented witch. She wore a dark blue dress with silver linings. On her raven, thick, long hair, she was wearing a silver head chain. Her hand was holding that of her husband’s. She didn’t look at her son at first. Her eyes were fixated on her husband’s hand. I

tachi figured it she looked away purposely. Not being able to bear the sight in front of her. However, he was wrong.

Her black eyes suddenly stared up at his. She titled her head slightly. Mikoto had always been a proud woman, never looking in fear.

“We don’t run away from death, dear” she spoke.

“We greet him like our friend” Itachi softly whispered the rest of the sentence before raising his wand at her.  

“I am sorry it had to come to this, mother” he spoke the words with no emotion whatsoever.

“Darling, look away” She said, not letting go of her husband’s hand. Fugaku respected his wife wishes as he turned his head away, seeing the reflection of green light coming from the all the sparkling surfaces in the room. He felt the grip of his wife’s hand let go and he knew, she was gone.

Fugaku looked up at his son. Itachi’s wand was now pointed at Fugaku.

“You have betrayed your family…” Fugaku said. He didn’t seem as brave as his wife as he wasn’t able to look his son in the eyes. He sat back in his chair, closing his eyes.

“I am sorry, father. I really am,” Itachi whispered, “Avada kedavra” .

a green light came from his wand and hit his father right in the chest.  When Itachi lowered his wand he could see his father’s lifeless hand letting go of that of his death mother’s.

Itachi stood in front of the bodies, his red eyes didn’t seem to want to look away.

“Brother?”

Sasuke, whom was barley eight years old, stood in front of the entrance of the room. Being able to see his mother’s arm hanging lifelessly over the arm rest.

“Sasuke…” Itachi spoke, his scarlet, red eyes didn’t look away from the death bodies.

“Mommy….” Sasuke looked at the hand before feeling a force jerk him towards his brother. His eyes were filled with tears seeing his brother’s wand pointing at him.

“They are dead, Sasuke. Mother and father are dead,” Itachi said coldly, forcing the boy to look at the dead bodies. “They are dead, and they will never come back. They will never be able to talk to you; Sing to you; touch you; Love you. Your parents are gone, Sasuke. Your family is gone!” Itachi shouted the last part. If Sasuke was able to move he would have flinched from the change in volume.

Itachi put his cold hand on his little brother’s shoulder, turning his paralyzed body around and kneeling to his eye-level.

“You want to know what happened?” Itachi whispered. His red eyes, piercing into the dark ones of his brother.  Sasuke couldn’t answer; he couldn’t look away. He was forced to stare at his brother’s magical eyes that allowed him to put his little brother in a world of illusion.

Everything was a combination of red, white and black. He could see his brother standing in the middle of the street, killing everybody Sasuke once knew. From his third cousin to his own parents. He had to witness their deaths at least a thousand times. He was screaming, crying, begging for everything to stop.

He fell through his knees, panting heavily as he woke-up from the illusion. Saliva was dripping from the corner of his mouth as his throat felt numb from all the screaming.

“Why…. Itachi…. Why…” Sasuke didn’t look up at his brother. He felt his brother’s hand grab his hair and pull him up, throwing him like a bag of potatoes across the room.

“Because none of you are worthy of the pure-blood Uchiha name. You are all blood-traitors’ Itachi said, he put his hoody back on before grabbing his wand.

“You are weak, pathetic and unworthy” Itachi pointed his wand to Sasuke, moving closer to his younger brother.

“Especially you,” he spoke, “Crucio.”

A red light appeared from the tip of Itachi’s wand.

Sasuke started screaming and squirming. The pain was so intense, so all-consuming, that he no longer knew where he was... white-hot knives were piercing every inch of his skin, his body was surely going to burst with pain; he was screaming more loudly than he'd ever screamed in his life.

“You are weak; weak and foolish, Sasuke. I am ashamed to even be associated with you. Your magical ability has always been weaker than mine, weaker than any Uchiha, any wizard I have seen. You are an abomination of the entire wizarding world, Sasuke.”

Itachi lowered his wand, finally causing the pain to stop.

“Oh…Foolish little brother.”

He kneeled and grabbed his brother by his shoulder, forcing him to roll on his back. It seemed like he was no longer talking to the joy-full younger brother he knew. It felt like nothing but an empty lump of flesh.  Sasuke’s dark, now hollow, eyes stared at Itachi.

“Pathetic” Itachi stood up.

“I am not going to kill you… You are not worthy of such release. Live your pathetic live. Hate me. Hate me and know…You will never be able to defeat me.”  

With those words, Itachi kicked his brother on the side of the head, knocking him out completely.

 Oxoxox

 A small red car was taking the first exit out of the high-way. Obito was looking from the road to the wizard next to him. His grey hair was messy, and his hands were on the window as he eagerly looked outside. He almost resembled a dog enjoying a car ride.

“It is magic,” Kakashi stated as he turned his head to Obito.

“It is an engine” Obito said, rather annoyed. “What do you guys do for transportation? Broomsticks?” He joked.

“Yah” Kakashi said seriously, “that reminds me, you will need to get a broomstick too”

“I thought it was on the list as some kind of joke…Or to clean your dorm or something” Obito looked at the rear-view mirror, seeing Sasuke staring right in front of him. He seemed to be deep in thoughts, but it didn’t come as a surprise after hearing what had happened four years ago.

Even Obito still felt rather shocked after hearing the story of the massacre, not to mention the culprit was Sasuke’s brother that was still walking around freely.

“So…Shouldn’t it be easy for you wizards to catch criminals?” Obito asked.

“The problem is…That the criminals have magic too” Kakashi said, pointing at a pub. “There”.

“You brought us to a pub?” A vein popped in Obito’s head as he turned his head to Kakashi.  “He is eleven!” Obito hissed.

“They have butterbeer!” Kakashi, suddenly disappeared in thin air, causing Obito’s attempt to smack him to fail. He reappeared next to Sasuke in the back seat.

“Also, behind the shop is the entrance Diagon Alley. The only place we're going to get all this.”  He indicated to the list.

Sasuke looked at Obito from the mirror, seeing him sigh exhaustedly before getting out of the car. Sasuke followed his example and got out, holding the door open for Kakashi who didn’t seem to be able to open the door from the other side.

“Fascinating…” Kakashi whispered, seeing Sasuke close the door.

“So, we have to go in the pub? This magical shopping centre is behind this pub? This regular pub” Obito raised an eyebrow as he entered the building, seeing all these people wearing robes and pointed hats.  

“What did you say?” Kakashi past Obito.

“I feel like I am the odd one out…” Obito muttered, putting a hand on Sasuke back, guiding the kid forward.

“Hey, I think you are being very cool about all of this.” Sasuke looked at Obito, causing him to smile.  “This couldn’t be easy for you.”

“Nothing in life is…Remember that” Obito said, looking around the pub.

“Hatake, fire whiskey as usual?” the bartender asked, seeing the masked man.

“Heavy drinker, aren’t you?” Obito commented.

“You would be too if your day consisted of teaching magic to brats” Kakashi said, shaking his head to the bar tender.

“Nah, I got to get this kid ready for school” Kakashi said.

“Since when were you demoted?” The bar tended mocked as he leaned against the bar table. He was now able to see the boy behind Kakashi.

His leaned in, to get a better look. His eyes widened.

“That is an Uchiha” He said, causing suddenly the entire bar to quiet down.

“You called the last two kids that entered this pub an Uchiha too” A woman pushed the man away and stood now in his place, looking down at Sasuke.

Her expression suddenly changed, and she straightened her back, not saying anything as she turned away.

“Obito…”  Sasuke grabbed his guardian’s hand, squeezing it tightly.

“Boy, you will get a lot of this. Better get used to it” Kakashi said, walking to the back.

“That was un-called for,” Obito commented. “He is just a child.”

“I slayed dragons when I was your age” Kakashi said.  “Your brother literally slayed your clan and he was around your-“

Kakashi fell towards the trashcan after getting kicked by Obito.

“You better watch it!” Obito hissed, clenching a fist. “He. Is. Just. A. Child!”

“You are getting hotter by the minute” Kakashi muttered as he got up, feeling his back ache from the fall.

“What?” Both Obito and Sasuke asked, not sure if they heard Kakashi wrong or if they just didn’t want to hear him.

“Whatever!” Kakashi grabbed his wand and ticked at the brick wall, causing the wall to separate and reveal a shopping allay filled with witches and wizards.

“Come, come. We have a lot to do,” he said. Indicating for them to follow.

“I think my rude and not so kid friendly teacher has a crush on you…” Sasuke whispered.

“I so hope you have better teachers and this is just the odd one out,” Obito answered.

They followed Kakashi but couldn’t help to look amazed around them. All these shops, all these wizards. Some were young and walked with their parents, doing their school-shopping.  Obito stopped in front of a shop selling robes. He looked down at the price tag and then back to Sasuke.

“What is a galleon?” He asked.

“I was going to ask you what a sickle was,” Sasuke said, looking at Obito.

“You are telling me they are using a different currency?! Couldn’t that shit-head tell us before we came all the way here?”

“Who are you calling a shit-head?” Kakashi suddenly appeared between Obito and Sasuke, straddling both Uchihas.

“Stop. Doing. That!”  Obito hissed annoyed.

“We are heading to the wizarding bank. You won’t even  be needing to exchange any money-“

“How does that even work-“

“Wow, muggle, let me finish for once. Do you always let people hanging mid-way and never let them finish? I am really re-thinking my crush here.”

“Come again?” Obito cocked his head, frowning.

“Believe me I want to cum again” Kakashi muttered before he turned his head to Sasuke, “You don’t think your parents have left you with nothing? The Uchihas were a very powerful and rich clan, and you are the only heir left from the clan.”

“What about my brother?” Sasuke asked.

“You do know how to make an adult uncomfortable” Kakashi said, “I don’t know. I don’t think he is able to just walk in a bank since he is a highly wanted criminal”

“At least muggles catch their criminals” Obito commented.

Kakashi opened his mouth to say something, but then just shook his head.

“Whatever” he said, grabbing both Obito and Sasuke. “Hold on tight”

In a blink of the eye, they were inside Gringotts, the wizarding bank.

“What are those?” Obito accidently took a step closer to Kakashi, which Kakashi only took too well, wrapping his arm around Obito.

“Those are goblins. They have beauty in the inside” He said, causing Obito to hit his elbow right in Kakashi’s ribs.

“You are one feisty muggle” Kakashi moaned in pain as he approached one of the goblins that did not look happy at all. He looked mean and angry. His teeth were sharp and small.

Sasuke swallowed, moving closer to Obito.

“Sasuke Uchiha would like to make a withdrawal” Kakashi said, grabbing a key from his pocket and sliding is smoothly in front of the goblin.

The goblin however remained looking grumpy.

“There is also no beauty in the inside” Kakashi joked as he turned his head to Obito and Sasuke.

After travelling a long path in underground railway. They reached the fault. The goblin opened the door and allowed the three men to walk inside.

“Why am I thinking of a Donald Duck comic, where that one duck dives in gold?” Obito said. Everywhere he looked he could see something shine. Stacks of gold was laid everywhere, covering almost the entire ground.

“Some re-assurance that this will probably cover wizarding college” Obito joked, looking at Kakash who gave him a confused look before just ignoring the comment.

Oxoxoxox

“So, all we need is…A pet…Your books…A robe.” Obito read from the list as they took a break from all the shopping. Sasuke was drinking some pumpkin juice while Obito and Kakashi were having some tea.

“We could go to the robe store next?  How long would it take to find you some robes?” Obito asked, looking at the list.

“Uuuggghhh” Kakashi complained, causing both Obito and Sasuke to look at him.

“That will take forever. They make the robes by size-“

“He is 150cm and weights like 40 kgs. How long does it take to put a cloak around him?” Obito said sarcastically.

“If we go ahead and get the books and pet while he is getting his robes made. We can be finished by 5,” Kakashi suggested.

“Uhm…I don’t like to admit it…But he is right” Obito said, looking at Sasuke. “Will you be fine if we drop you off by….” Obito looked at Kakashi.

“Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions” Kakashi said. “Nice lady.”

“Sure, I will be fine,” Sasuke agreed.

“Then we will meet here?” Kakashi suggested, finishing his tea.

“Sure,” Sasuke said. How hard could it be to memorize the way?

“Madam Malkin’s Robes for All Occasion’s, is nearby” Kakashi got up and headed towards the store. It is down the street, the first corner on your right.

“That’s it?” Sasuke said, seeing the shop already.

“Yes, just ask for the school uniform. You will be fine” Kakashi said.

“I know” Sasuke muttered, going to the shop.

It didn’t take as long as Sasuke had expected. In less than half an hour he stood outside the shop, looking at both side of the streets.

“Down the street, first corner on your right...” Sasuke repeated. He could hear Kakashi’s voice repeating himself in his head. Only when he followed the instructions he remembered a vital part of the directions. That was towards the store…not away from it.

“Owh chips” Sasuke said out loud as he quickly turned around, but almost walked right into another wizard.

“I’m sorry” Sasuke said. He tried to walk past the man, but the man grab him by his arm.

“Hey, wait a second”

Sasuke tried to pull away, using all his weight to get the man to let go of his arm.

“You…Midnight black hair, onyx eyes, fair skin…You are an Uchiha!” The man exclaimed, causing everybody around them to stop whatever they were doing and to just stare at Sasuke.

“Get. Your hands. Off me” Sasuke gritted his teeth, his bag with his robes fell on the ground.

The man didn’t listen. He just stood there, looking at the dark eyes.

“What is happening here?” A gentle, but rather cold voice spoke from the crowd.

The man finally let go, almost immediately even once he heard the voice that seemed to have startled him.

“Nothing! Nothing at all!” The man said, smiling kindly to the man approaching the scene. He did not seem out of the ordinary…For the wizard standards at least.

He was wearing a blue robe and unlike some wizards, he did not wear a hat. He had blond hair and narrow blue eyes and a strong jawline.  He was a tall man, but rather slim.

All Sasuke could think of that it was not normal to be that level of handsome, that was not normal at all.

“Are you alright?” The man picks up the fallen bag and handed it back to Sasuke. He could Sasuke hesitate at first before carefully taking the bag.

“Nothing to see here. Continue your shopping” The man said, feeling everybody’s eyes still on the boy.

They seem to obey him right away, it made Sasuke wonder if people respected this man or feared him?

“Are you here alone?”  He asked kindly. The coldness I his voice seemed to be gone.

It seemed like a foolish question to ask.

Sasuke looked away, stubbornly.  Not wanting to talk to man.

“Sasuke!” Obito ran towards the boy, “We were looking all over for you”

“How could you mess up such simple instructions? “Kakashi shook his head.

“No wizard college for you, young man” he added sarcastically.

“Ah I see, you have met Minato Namikaze” Kakashi said, looking at Minato and shaking his hand.

“Long time no see, Hatake” Minato said with a smile on his face.

“Shopping for your son? I am surprised he was even allowed to return to Hogwarts after everything” Kakashi joked.

“Yeah, he takes after my wife in that matter” Minato looked embarrassed as he scratched the back of his head.

“This is Sasuke Uchiha. He will be joining Hogwarts this year.” Kakashi introduced Sasuke.

“Nice meeting you, Sasuke” Minato said.

“And this is his legal guardian, Obito. I know he is a muggle, but this muggle you should fear. He shot me in the arm, gave me a concussion, kicked me in the guts, gave me back pain and is going to be my future husband”

“What?”

“What?”

“What?”

Kakashi looked at all three, giving him a questionable look.

“W..What…” He tried to mislead them.

“Nice to meet you, Obito” Minato shook Obito’s hand firmly. “I know how overwhelming this all can be.”

“Really, you do?” Obito scratched the back of his head.

“Yes, I came from a mug-…A not magical family,” Minato explained. “I remember how overwhelming this world has been to my parents…And to me.” He looked at Sasuke.

“You will get used to it, believe me…I did.” Minato winked at Sasuke who felt his cheeks heat up.

The sound of a bomb exploding was heard, followed by some hard laughter. Minato turned his head around and he seemed embarrassed for a moment.

“Your son?” Kakashi asked.

“I am afraid it is my wife…” Minato said. Another explosion sound was heard, leaving a lot of wizards and witches shocked.

“Oh dear…” Minato ran to the direction where the sound came from.

“Head of the aurors, everybody” Kakashi slow clapped.

“Hey, what is that?” Sasuke looked excited at the cage Obito was carrying.

Obito smiled and showing the animal inside it to Sasuke.

“It I your pet.”

“It is a hawk!” Sasuke looked amazed at the hawk.

“And allowed on the list…. We figured a rat would die in your hands, and birds can deliver mail…Hawks are fast. We figured you would like to write a lot to Obito” Kakashi said.

“I love it!” Sasuke seemed very excited.

Read Chapter 3

[hotpotrandomfics]

Fifth Year AU: The Song Bird and Pianist

Summary: Penny and Rowan can’t seem to find Jason and it becomes very concerning. Merula asked what was bugging the “not enemies” about their goof a friend, little did she know the revelation of his absence would hurt her...

Word Count: 2,999

It was an early September evening, and all the students had been making their way to the Great Hall chatting about how their day went. Dinner was usually a fun time until the sound of hurried footsteps reached two Hufflepuffs.

"Guys," Rowan called out as he ran the entrance of the Great Hall to them half out of breath. "Do you know where Jason is? I couldn't find him after Potions class. I think it's that time again."

"Really? I saw him heading down the hall maybe to the library. Why? Is something the matter?" Penny asked as she watched Rowan with concern.

"What do you mean "it's that time again?" Tonks inquired as she looked at Rowan. "Is it important?"

"It's the anniversary of when his brother went missing. He always just ups and disappears like smoke." Rowan sighed as he rubbed his eyes.

"Hey there, what's with the sad look on your faces?" Merula walked over looking at them with a raised eyebrow. "Okay, I know just walked over here, but I don't think I need a stink eye. Where's Aurelius De Leone? Hopefully getting in trouble. Or sating is odd hunger."  

The three friends looked at each other and then at Merula unsure what to say.

"We don't know." Rowan sighed.

"What do you mean?"

"Exactly what he said Snyde, we've got no clue where he is," Tonks said as her hair changed to a shade of blue as she frowned. "As far as we know it's a sad time for him."

"Meaning what?" Merula looked at them with a confused looking with a concerning feeling growing in her gut.

"Merula, today is the anniversary of when Jacob went missing," Penny muttered softly but loud enough to be heard.

A cold wind passed by sending a chill down Merula spin. An odd feeling in her stomach accompanied it. Whatever it was made her feel sick in a way she hadn't handled unless it was the day when her parents were taken to Azkaban.

Last year...

"What do we have here?" said Emily Turnor. "Writing a letter to mommy and daddy?"

"Shut up and mind your business you blubbering sow!" Merula said as gathered her papers frantically that were scattered on the floor of the courtyard. "What I do is no concern to you, so go away."

"Then what I do is no concern to you then for that comment," the Gryffindor said with a sinister smirk, drawing her wand and lit Merula's papers ablaze. "Oops, well that is what you get you- oh my lord, she's crying." The Gryffindor laughed as everyone in the courtyard watching while joining the laughter in seeing the school's resident bully getting a taste of her own medicine.

Merula tried putting the blazes out as best she could even though the flames had consumed the parchment. Her tears fell as what seemed to be a fruitless effort if not had she been helped by a certain Slytherin boy.

"Oh look, here's resident curse boy of the school. Tell me heard anything from your brother? Oh, I'm sorry, he's probably dead like Snyde-"

"Silencio!" Jason waved his wand shutting Emily's mouth. His expression wasn't his usual gentle and innocent smile. No, it was a look of anger mixed with pain. "Anyone else has something they liked to say? Huh?!"

No other student said anything as they were so shocked to see the display. Emily was panicking while other students try to help her but weren't sure what to do. Jason and Merula made their way out of the courtyard before things escalated too bad. They made their way to an empty corridor.

"Why did you do that?" Merula looked at Jason with concern. "That was way out of character for you. I didn't ask for your help!"

Jason didn't say anything as he pulled a black and golden handkerchief from his pocket and offered it to Merula.

"What's that for?"

"Your tears." He said in a soft voice almost not audible.

"For the love- I didn't ask for your help!" She sighed as she took the handkerchief as she wiped the streaks of her tears. "Thank you, Aurelius De Leone."

"Anytime," Jason gave her a small smile. "I am curious about those papers, but I won't impose on it if it's not my business."

"It's a letter to my mum and dad — a song. I write them songs sometimes in my letters to them," Merula looked at the ground nervously as worrying to hear him laugh. Why did she tell him that? "Stupid!" She thought to herself.

"That's really sweet of you. I didn't know you wrote songs. May I hear one?" Jason asked before he could stop himself.

"You want to hear me seeing?" Merula blushed embarrassed by the request. "Why would you want to hear me sing?"

"I don't know honestly," Jason looked at her with a softer expression. "Maybe it's my curiosity getting the better of me. But something does tell me you would have a lovely voice for singing. N-not saying your normal voices isn't beautiful. Uh I mean- forget it. Forget I said anything." Jason blushed too feeling embarrassed. Why was he acting all nervous around her?

"I suppose it wouldn't be too much trouble," Merula said as she brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear looking up at Jason. "If you want to listen that is."

"I would be honored," Jason fiddled with his hair as his nerves started to run wild.

"But you have to tell me why you did that. Helping me." She mumbled as she clutched her papers close. "I don't know why you'd help me."

"I guess because I feel I can relate to you about having a rough family problem that looms over my head." Jason's expression slowly changed that of pain. "If that makes sense."

Merula will admit she does feel she can empathize with him. She and he both had their family troubles, and they knew no one could understand how it felt having people you love taken from you. The heartache of feeling something is missing.

"Well, I'd should um get going," Jason said with a soft smile as he started walking off until there was a tug on his robes. "Merula?"

"I..." she looked down feeling her face redden. "You said you'd like to hear me sing, right Aurelius?"

"W-well I wouldn't push you to sing if it makes you uncomfortable..." His heart race ever faster as she was close to him. "But I can wait until you feel confident-"

"I'm confident in my singing abilities! I just," her voice had softened, "never sang in front of someone."

The two looked through the corridor as they made their way into an empty room. It was filled with boxes and other stored supplies. Jason sat down on the floor as he looked up at Merula as she began to sing. Her voice was angelic with the hints of her Irish accent playing in a role in the flow. Each note was beautiful, and Jason's eyes could not leave her as she sang. The picture that came to him was mountains with fresh open fields of grass along with a gentle wind. Her singing reminded her of the times that she would sing with her mother while her father would play his violin. It was a simpler time, and she cherished those moments despite the pain it brought. After Merula had finished sing, she felt those memories flood over and smiled with ease.

"So, what do you- Aurelius? Are you crying?!" Merula kneeled to look at him albeit too close for comfort.

"I what?" he felt his cheek as tears ran down his face. "Guess so. You're singing is truly beautiful Merula." He mumbled as he wiped his tears. "I don't think it should be hidden but..." he smiled at her.

"Guess I'm capable of bringing you tears, right Aurelius? Don't tell anyone I sang or I'll beat you to a pulp. Got it- waaaaah!" she squealed as she fell on top of him.

"Are you okay?" Jason looked down at her blushing deeply as she laid in his chest.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Um Aurelius, could you let me go?" Merula blushed as she looked at him. Their faces were so close they felt each other's breath against each other's lips. "You're a bit too close for comfort."

"Yeah, sorry," he said as he let her go. "Smooth move," he thought to himself.

They had gotten up and made their way to the door of the supply room and had started making their way back to the common room. They were quiet for the most part until they made their way to their dorm rooms.

"Hey, Aurelius?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for helping me."

"Anytime."

Now...

"I'm gonna keep looking," Rowan said as he started off.

"Wait!" Penny and Tonks shouted. "We'll come with you."

"Thanks, the help will be appreciated. Let's split up. I'll check the west wing and his usual napping spots. Tonks, check the east wing of the castle. Penny, ask around the Great Hall, someone must have seen him."

The three ran off in each of their directions to find their missing friend. As for Merula, she stood alone outside of the Great Hall lost in her thoughts after being told that bombshell. She clutched her chest as she started walking off unknowingly wandering the corridors.

"What am I doing?" she thought as she checked door after door. She was slowly becoming frantic as she searched the halls. "Why am I looking for him? It's not like it matters all that much. Nothing weird about looking for my prefect. Yeah, he has to perform his duties." She started speeding her walk into a run as she searched the corridors after corridors to no avail. "Jason, where are you?!" She shouted feeling as her panic rose. "Why didn't he say anything? Why would you say anything to me? If..." she sighed as she stood against a wall. "If only I could find him..." she muttered.

Just then the wall behind Merula began to shift slowly until it became a door. She turned in an alarmed fashion but then looked at the door again and studied it. The Room of Requirement. She found it, or instead, it revealed itself due to her need to find Jason? Without a moment's hesitation, she pushed the door slowly open. The sound of piano escaped as she stepped in. Soft and somber tunes rang in the air. At the center of the room sat Jason, his cloak was tossed on the floor along with his sweater. His commonly styled hair was more of a mess.

"Aurelius?" Jason stopped and looked to the door seeing Merula walking toward him.

"I didn't mean to startle you. That's quite beautiful."

"I um no, it's okay," Jason muttered as he wiped his puffy eyes. "How'd you find me? The Room of Requirement only opens up to"

"To those who need it. I know, I know. Why are you here alone? Normally, you'd be eating with your friends." Merula walked closer till she was right in next to him.

"I don't really want to be near them right now. I don't want them close when I'm a mess. It's hard to open up when I get..."

"May I get close?"  she asked softly unsure how'd he react.

He nodded hesitantly as Merula sat next to him looking at him. She saw the strain in his eyes from crying for hours without a break.

"I didn't know you played the piano. You're quite good," she said as she looked at him. "What were you playing?"

"It's called Moonlight Sonata. The first song I learned from..." he started to tear up as looked down at the keys trying to make sense of his words. "From my brother. He played it so much when I was little, and I remember my mama, she said I couldn't sleep unless he played it."

Merula mouth gaped slightly as she stared at him feeling her heart was falling a thousand miles through the sky. She placed a hand onto his running her thumb in circles around his hand. Merula was unsure if she could provide any comfort to him, but she had to try.

"I'm not sure if this means much, but you shouldn't hide from your friends. They're worried about you and..." she lifted his chin offering the same smile he gave her the year before. "So am I."

"Really?"

"Really, must I repeat myself," Merula looked at him with a raised eyebrow? "It's embarrassing to say that aloud."

"Thank you," Jason smiled finally at her. "I appreciate it."

"You've helped me out when Emily Turner set my letters on fire. Don't think I forgot about that and all the times you've tried to help too." She looked into his sea-green eyes and felt her chest feel warm. "Can I ask something?"

"Sure, what is it?"

"Can I hear you play?"

"W-well I've never played for anyone but," he looked at her softly, "I'll follow the request since you let me hear you sing."

Jason placed his hands on the keys and slowly began playing the song he held dear. Each note was flowing along with the next. The melody carried itself revealing the pain Jason held inside and never showed to anyone. Merula could see as he played a rainy sky in her head and an open field as the sky roared and cried as Jason's soul had shown to her.  Was this the burden he carried but was too scared to show anyone? The song had ended, and Jason's hands left the piano as a new set of tears started to flow.

"That was beautiful," Merula took hold of his hand. "Hey, here." she dug through her cloak and pulled out a handkerchief that was purple and green, handing it to him. "I will admit, I never expected for you to know how to do something so elegant."

"Well, I'm glad to receive such compliments. There's a lot no one knows about me," he wiped his tears away as he looked at her. "Ever since our first year, I found the Room of Requirement and been doing this as my way of remembering my brother. Jacob would play for hours, and it was always more beautiful each time he played a new song."

"It seems it's the same way you and I deal with our loss is similar, wouldn't you agree?"

"I would agree."

"You don't have to hide your pain any more than I have to hide mine. Why don't we make a deal?"

"A deal?"

"Yes, your parrot. When we feel the need to let our pain out, then we meet each other. Either I will sing, or you will play. If that's agreeable."

"You'd like to hear me play again?" Jason's face lit up with a gentle smile.

"If you'd want to hear me sing again." Merula brushed her hair behind her ear while looking down hiding the blush that was coming across her face. "Your song, Moonlight Sonata, it's beautiful, but I would want to hear something more joyful."

"Something joyful?"

"Yes, you dunce because you're a joyful person. It's like staring at the sun, and you radiate so much happiness. To see you sad or witnessing you doing something sad..." Merula stopped as she noticed she'd been holding his hand for some time now and felt her face turning red. "Um, c-can I have my hand back?"

"Uh yeah!" Jason let go and looked down embarrassed. "Sorry."

The two of them looked at each other and laughed after the little awkward moment passed. Merula helped Jason gather his things and made their way back to the common room. As they made their way to separate to their dorm rooms, Merula looked at Jason as he started going through his door and grabbed his wrist.

"Merula-?!" Jason looked down at her confused until he was pulled down by his tie and kissed on his cheek.

"Don't tell anyone I did that," she threatened after letting him go while blushing. "You aren't alone, okay?"

"Yeah," he blushed as Merula waved at him goodnight as she entered her dorm room. "Buenos Noches, Merula." Jason still shocked walked into his dorm sitting down in his bed contemplating what had happened just now.

"Jason!" Rowan ran to his friend drenched in sweat. "I was looking all over for you! I was worried sick!"

"Uh sorry mate," Jason looked at his friend with a smile. "I'm sorry I made you worry."

Rowan was going on and on about how he, Penny, and Tonks were going around searching for him till they were forced to go back to their dorms. Jason tried to calm Rowan down, but he decided it was best to let his friend speak his frustration out. He was happy knowing he has such good friends and sometimes forgets that they cared very much for him.

At the same time in the girl's dorm room, Merula stood against the door feeling her heart beating faster than the wings of a golden snitch. She took her cloak and sweater off while kicking her boots into her corner.

"Hey," Ismelda looked at her from her bed. "Didn't see you at dinner. Everything alright?"

"Huh? Yeah, just had to handle something." Merula hoped Ismelda didn't notice the blush she still wore.

"Okay, well I snagged you some fruit," she pointed to Merula nightstand.

"Thanks, Ismelda," Merula plopped herself on her bed grabbing a green apple. She smiled seeing her reflection in the apple, thinking of a particular goofy giant.

She and her prefect had been at odds, but she was stunned every time he offered her a hand whenever she was in need. Jason was always a source of light and Merula despite not wanting to admit it, didn't want to see it covered by stormy clouds. No matter what.

[winchesterprincessbride]

Political Animals-Part 10

This is an A/B/O AU.  You are the Omega artist daughter of Naomi Novak, a world-class heart surgeon who is running for Mayor of New York City.  After a meeting where your mother’s advisers call you a “liability”, she tells you that if you don’t do as your told she will cut you off.  You storm out and wind up in a bar a few blocks away.

The hottest Alpha you have EVER laid eyes on with a scent so mouthwatering you’re practically drooling offers to buy you a drink.  It’s just a drink, right? What do you have to lose? Only everything.

Characters: Omega! Reader, Beta! Naomi Novak, Alpha! Castiel Novak, Omega! Meg Novak, Claire Novak, Jimmy Novak, Alpha! Sam Winchester, Alpha! Dean Winchester, Alpha! John Winchester, Omega! Jo Harvelle

Big thanks to @moansmisha  for letting me use some of her ideas from this post.

Master List

Part 1 (all parts are linked)

Parts in bold are text messages

I looked at Sam in surprise. “I’m sure it’s……I can’t be……..wait, what?”

He took my hand and kissed the top of my head.  “I said, I think you’re pregnant. I remember my Dad saying he always knew when my Mom was carrying his pup because she smelled different.“

I tilted my head, considering him. “Different how?”

Sam walked over until he was standing right in front of me. With our height difference, the top of my head reached below his shoulder. He leaned in, his lips ghosting over my cheek.

I instinctively bared my neck to him in submission. He scented the column of my neck from my ear to my shoulder.

“Normally you smell like flowers with a hint of warm vanilla thrown in. Now there’s something else. Something that wasn’t there before.” He whispered, his low voice sending shivers down my spine.

“What?” I asked curiously.

“I don’t know. Something spicy. I can’t explain it.“ Sam admitted. “But whatever it is, it’s making me want to throw you on the floor and fuck you senseless.”

“So why don’t you?” I couldn’t resist asking.

Sam closed his eyes and turned, grimacing and wrinkling his nose as if he was in pain.

“Because we’re going to the drugstore to buy a pregnancy test.”

Two hours and three pregnancy tests later we had our answer. I opened the bathroom door and mutely handed the sticks to Sam. He looked down at the two pink lines, the plus and the bold black “pregnant” and a huge smile lit his face.

“So we’re really doing this?” He asked, eyes searching my face.

“We’re doing this,” I confirmed, my voice shaking slightly.

He reached down and placed his hand on my stomach, his large palm covering most of my abdomen. “I can’t wait until your belly is big with my pup.”

A tear slipped down my cheek and Sam wiped it with his thumb. “Are you sure you are okay with this?” He asked softly. He sounded worried.

I gave a watery chuckle. “I am equal parts ecstatic and terrified, Sam. I am thrilled to be your Omega, but if the baby takes after you size-wise they may need a crowbar to get it out.”

We decided not to tell anyone until after my doctor’s appointment which I had scheduled for the next week. It was so hard not to call Cas and Meg and tell them immediately. Sam was chomping at the bit to tell his Dad and Dean.

I continued to throw up pretty much every day. I spent the morning of my doctor’s appointment puking my guts out.  Sam handed me a glass of water when I was done.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to go with you?” He asked for at least the fourth time.

I shook my head.  “You’re due in court this morning, and nothing exciting happens at the first appointment anyway.  You can come to the next one.  I’ll be fine.”

“Call me if you need anything.” He told me.

I basically had to push him out the door.  “GO Sam!”

I had told Meg my Ob-gyn was retiring and she had recommended hers. I sighed with annoyance when the perky receptionist handed me a huge stack of new patient paperwork. When they took me back the first thing they did was draw some blood to measure my hormone levels.

The nurse escorted me to an exam room to get changed into a gown.  “Open in the front, and the doctor will be in.”

There was a knock at the door and the doctor and the nurse entered. She was a kindly looking Asian woman with a long braid and a ready smile. “Ms. Novak? I’m Dr. Chung. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“You come highly recommended, Doctor,” I said, liking her immediately.

“So how have you been feeling, Y/N?”

I shook my head. “I throw up every morning. Sometimes more than once.” I confessed.

That will stop after the first trimester.  When was your last period?“ The doctor asked me, tapping some computer keys.

I thought back. That can’t be right.  “Let me check my phone.” I pulled up my calendar. And I counted……and I counted again. “Three months ago???” I looked up at Dr, Chung, surprised.

Your hormone levels are high, and your measuring big, so I’d like to have our ultrasound tech Karen take a peek if that’s okay with you?“

I nodded. The doctor stepped out and a smiley redhead came in and squirted some warm gel on my abdomen and took some measurements and printed some stuff off for the doctor. Dr. Chung came back in, smiling broadly.

"Just as I suspected.  Let me show you something.”

She squirted the gel on my belly again and rolled the wand around. “Here is your baby, Y/N. And here is your other baby. It’s twins. You’re measuring about twelve weeks so I would put your date of conception around three months ago, give or take.”

We talked about what I could expect with a twin pregnancy, and I left the office in a complete daze.  I didn’t want to disturb Sam when he was in court, so I decided to spend the afternoon in my studio.  Nothing soothed me more than a blank canvas and getting up to my elbows in paint.

The outside world ceased to exist for me as I became engrossed in the creative process.  The next time I looked at the clock several hours had passed.  My canvas was only half finished, but I was suddenly exhausted.  When I checked my phone I’d gotten a text from Sam.

Sam: How did your appointment go?

Y/N: I’ll tell you all about it when you get home. I need to take a nap :)

Sam: Go rest, Mommy

Y/N: Love you, Daddy

I laid down on Sam’s side of the bed and breathed the scent of him that lingered on his pillow.  I immediately relaxed and fell into a deep, restful sleep.  I didn’t stir again until I felt Sam’s arms around me and his lips against my hair. I stretched languidly,

Sam must have just gotten home from work.  He was still wearing his suit, but he had removed his jacket and loosened his tie.  His briefcase was thrown on the chair next to the bed.  He looked delectable.

“Sam, your home! What time is it?” I asked, sitting up and rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

“It’s after 6:00 Babe.  Court ran long and I missed the train. So how did you like the doctor?” He asked, starting to change while we talked. 

“I liked her a lot.  I think you will too.” I patted the bed next to me.  “Come sit down for a minute.  I need to tell you something.”

He stopped changing and looked at me.  “Is everything okay, Y/N?”’

I reached up and took his hand.  “Everything is fine.  More than fine, actually.  There is no easy way to say this so I’m just gonna say it.  We’re having twins, Sam.  I’m almost three months along.”

Sam said nothing for so long I began to get nervous.  Finally, I said, “Sam?  Are you okay?”

He looked up at me and I could see his eyes shiny with tears.  “Yeah, I’m fine. I was just trying to figure something out in my head.”

“What?” 

“If you are already three months along, that means you had to have conceived the night we met.”

I snorted. “Oh great! I can see it now, one of them will ask, Where did I come from? And we get to say, well now, THAT’S a story….”When Mommies and Daddies have drunk sex in bar bathrooms with people whose names they don’t even know……”

Sam grabbed me around the waist and started tickling me.  “You’re such a brat!

I shrieked with laughter and tried to pull away.  “But I’m YOUR brat.”

His eyes softened.  “Yes, you are.  I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Sam,”  I said before my smile suddenly faded.

“Is something wrong?” Sam questioned.

“It just hit me that I am going to have TWO Sam-sized babies in me at once! Forget the crowbar, I think I may need a backhoe!”

When we told Cas he hugged me so tight I thought my eyeballs would pop out. “My baby sister, having babies of her own,” he said in a choked voice.

Meg jumped up and hugged Sam, then me.  “I knew it! When you asked me about the ob-gyn I just had a feeling!”

“Feel free to use the name Castiel, I would be honored.” He teased me.

 “Even if they are girls?” I joked back.

“We haven’t talked about names but if one of them is a boy I would like to name it Charles after Dad,” I whispered.

Cas grinned at me. “Dad would have loved that.  So, not to rain on your parade, but are you gonna tell Mom?”

I shrugged. “You can tell her if you want, Cas.  But I have nothing to say to her, Cas.  We are done.  She’s made it clear she no longer wants to be a part of my life so she won’t be part of my children’s lives.”

When we told Sam’s family, John actually cried. “I just wish your mother was here.  She couldn’t wait to have grandchildren.  I am so happy for the two of you.”

Dean hugged his brother, and then me.  He leaned over and whispered in my ear.  “You are good for him.  I can’t remember ever seeing him this happy.”

Jo squealed with excitement and hugged us! “I love babies! When can we go shopping? Baby clothes are so cute! Dean and I will totally babysit for you guys.  Seriously.  Anytime.”

Dean coughed nervously. “Jo……JO! Relax! Take a breath!”

Sam grinned at his brother’s discomfort.  “Maybe it’s time for you and Jo to have one, dude.”

Dean glared at him. “Fuck off, Sam.”

I heard the mail drop through the slot so I walked over to the front door and gathered it up.  Sam subscribed to a number a law journals, so he got a lot of mail.  I gathered up the mail and sat at the breakfast bar sorting it into piles. There was a large manilla envelope with my name on it, and no return address.

That's strange, I thought to myself. I ripped open the envelope and tipped it over. Photos poured out. Pictures of me with Sam. Pictures of me at the gallery. There were even pictures of me coming out of Dr. Chung's office. Finally, a folded slip of paper fell out. I AM ALWAYS WATCHING was printed in block letters. 

 I shuddered involuntarily.  I scooped up everything, shoved in back into the envelope and threw it on the counter.  I planned on telling Sam about it later.  After dinner, Sam and I decided to catch up on House of Cards on Netflix.

I still hadn’t told him about the weird pictures. He’d had a stressful day already.  I’d tell him tomorrow.  In the middle of the second episode, Sam suddenly turned off the TV.

“I want to talk to you about something.” He said determinedly.

“Sure, what?”

“I was wondering......that is.....how do you feel about getting married?”

I just stared at him for a moment, not exactly sure where he was going with this. Finally, I spoke.  “To you specifically, or just getting married in general?”

“Marrying me, Y/N.  I’m asking if you’ll marry me.” He chuckled at my confusion.

“You’re my Alpha and I’m pregnant with your pups.  Of course, I’ll marry you, silly.” I replied, flinging my arms around his neck and kissing him.

Sam reached into his pocket and pulled out velvet jeweler’s box. He opened it to reveal a diamond engagement ring.  He slipped it on my finger and I squealed with delight.

Our celebrating was interrupted by a knock at the front door.  “Are you expecting anyone?” I asked Sam.  He shook his head no.

We walked over to the front door and opened it.  We were immediately blinded by the bright lights that were shined on us by at least 5 different TV cameras.  All these people were snapping pictures and calling my name like they knew me. 

They were pushing and shoving each other to get a better spot. The reporters were all shouting questions at me, and I froze like a deer in the headlights.

“Y/N! Y/N! Over here! Is it true that John Winchester’s son Sam is your Alpha and you are pregnant with his child?”

“Is it true that your mother has disowned you?” 

Y/N, do you care to comment on the rumor that you were seeing Sam behind your mother’s back?”

“Sam is it true that you got into an altercation at the Met gala with another Alpha over Y/N?”

Sam’s face grew dark with rage.  He pushed me back into the house.  “I am calling the police.  if you don’t get off my property you will be arrested,” He said before slamming the door.

He sent out a quick group text to John, Dean, Jo, Cas and Meg.  Press at our front door.  They know EVERYTHING.

He held me in his arms for a long time while I shook like a leaf and the tears started.  Finally, he scooped me up and carried me to bed, holding me tight until I cried myself to sleep.  Then our phones started ringing.  And they didn’t stop.

Part 11

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