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suchalonelysunflower · 2 years ago

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Had My Chances (c.h)

Pairing: Calum Hood x Fem! Reader

Requested? Yes, by the lovely @getsojaded

Summary: Based on the One Direction song "loved you first" Calum can't help but feel jealous to see you with another man.

Warnings: Angst! Language, mentions of alcohol, smoking. Some grammatical mistakes (English is not my first language, I'm sorry)

Word count: 4.6K

Author's note: I've finally wrote an angst that broke my heart again, and I'm so happy with it. Remember that REBLOGS are very IMPORTANT AND MEAN A LOT as well as COMMENTS AND INTERACTIONS. PLEASE SUPPORT YOUR WRITERS. Hope you like it and happy reading

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Calum was choking the hell out of his beer can, leaving the imprints of his fingers as evidence for the poor soul that had to clean this mess up later.

It was an unconscious type of thing - he’s been doing a lot of unconscious things lately, none of them his fault, he would argue - but the intent behind it is nothing innocent.

There was a time when he used to be the life of the party. Or at least a bit more vivid than just standing in a far-off corner glaring at someone who barely paid attention to him. He didn’t mean to glare or to even look in their direction, but it was impossible to take his eyes off them. It was almost as if he wanted to hurt so badly he’d find a way out of heartache. Battle fire with fire and those sorts of things.

“Okay, who are we hatin’?”

He didn’t even need to look to his right to know that Ashton was standing there even before he spoke. His friend - the ever more intuitive when it came to talking about heartbreak or breaking hearts - should already know the answer to his question, and Calum knows he knows. Ashton just wants him to admit it.

Still, Ashton followed his gaze till it landed on the target.

“Cal,” He sighed “You can’t keep doing this to yourself. Nor her, for that matter”

“I’m not doing anything” Calum mumbled into his drink.

“You’re overthinking”

“And you should mind your own business” He spat, leaving the poor, abused can on the shelf behind him.

Calum walked outside, trying to get some air before his hands started roaming through his pockets looking for his pack of cigarettes. He tried to quit it, and many times he tried in vain. There was always something that pulled him into the vice again. Tonight was the selfish need of having the power to hurt himself without people noticing. Something he could regret tomorrow. Something that didn’t involve making the mistake of spilling and saying what he should’ve said years ago.

The lighter provided the only gleam of the outsides that night. As Calum inhaled the toxins of his favorite weapon, he closed his eyes and hoped to wake up and let all of this be a dream. But that wish went away with the smoke he pulled out of his lungs, watching it disappear into the night till it merged with the stars above.

He was not a man used to not getting what he wanted. So is this a gut punch to his ego? Yes, of course. But had he not been in love for some time he’d believe that it’ll come to pass, ignoring the heart-wrenching reality of him not being able to lightly caress your hair with the tip of his fingers; or not care about how his body moved him toward your space every time you were around; or claim that the times you were both in a group laughing, he would stare at you, drinking on your reaction and getting drunk of your laugh, while you stared at someone else.

It was just usual for him not getting what he wanted. But this was beyond any desire of his. This, for a lack of better words, was beyond his reach. And he hated it. He hated every moment of it since the first time he realized it, hoping it’ll go away.

But what could he expect from falling for his best friend?

Calum always believed in past lives and how you’re meant to reconnect with people that have meant something important to you. Whether it was in the form of a mother, a father, a pet, a friend, a teacher, a lover… Soulmates will find their way.

He also believed that his brothers were his soulmates. He knows deep in his heart that Luke, Michael, Ashton, and himself were meant to meet in every life, making music and sharing their message across the world for other people to hear. He also believed that his dog, Duke, might’ve come to him as a guide. An old teacher who bound his life to appear in the moments he needed most. He believes that his family would always be his family, maybe in different ways, but they’ll always come together one way or another.

Now, there is one thing Calum isn’t sure of, and that is you.

What were you to him before? Why are you here with him? And why does he feel compelled to be your everything?

When you met years ago, Calum didn’t think much of that first encounter. You were just a friend of a friend, a normal acquaintance. But then you kept meeting each other, whether at a party or a concert. And every time you grew closer. Whether it was the jokes you shared, the similar tastes in music and movies, the way you made each other laugh, or the secret codes you accidentally created. He was just eighteen back then, but he knew it had to mean something.

He just couldn’t figure out what role you played in his life. Not yet, at least.

“I don’t think that because you had a bad experience with milk you become lactose intolerant,” You said casually as you applied your mascara in the mirror.

It was not unusual for Calum to find himself pressing the facetime button to call you every day now, especially given that he was on the other side of the country touring with his band. The calls would mostly consist of him telling you about his day and you doing the same as the two of you would go on with your lives as if you were in the same room together even though you’re miles apart.

The two of you would indulge in conversations that could be as deep as a puddle of water - as the one you’re having now - or as deep as the sea. Never once feeling uncomfortable or falling silent. And even in the quiet types of calls, when you only need to feel each other’s presence after a long day, you would embrace the silence as a comfort rather than an inconvenience.

And Calum loved that. He loved these little moments with you. It didn’t matter if they lasted two minutes or three hours. He just knew that talking to you was one of the top best moments of his day.

He just didn’t understand why yet

“I could be, though” He pouted, watching as you applied blush to your cheeks “And the next time you take me for ice cream I might die and it’ll be your fault for playing it down”

You chuckled “I don’t think that’s how it works, babe”

And there it was, that little, weird feeling that made him all warm and fuzzy inside, triggered by a nickname. Calum quickly swallowed it down, just marking it up as the victory that was to make you laugh.

Still, he changed the subject.

“Why are you getting all dolled up?” He asked. Ignoring the way Luke looked at him for a second before going back to playing subway surfers on his phone.

“I’m going out”

“Where?”

“Dinner I guess, probably dancing afterward” You shrugged, trying to decide on which lipstick would suit best with your outfit.

“Girls' night?”

“No, it’s more like a date, I think. Well, he didn’t actually say “date - date” but I mean, he did everything you do when you ask someone for a date and-” You looked at your phone screen “Are you okay?”

Only then did Calum realize he clenched his jaw. He blinked at you and disguised it with a fake yawn.

“I didn’t know you had a date,” He said, trying to sound uninterested, but Luke’s eyes on him told him he was a bullshit actor.

You didn’t seem to catch it, though.

“I told you I was going out with Jessie”

“I thought you meant Jessica”

“Does it matter?” You asked, cornering him to a wall - metaphorically.

Calum sighed “Nope, just be safe and have fun, alright?”

You rolled your eyes and sarcastically said “Yes, dad” as you applied some gloss. Just in time for the doorbell to ring “Oops, that’s him. Wish me luck!”

And it might’ve been your smile and the way your eyes lit up when the doorbell rang knowing it was Jessie on the other side, or it might’ve been the spoiled milk he had in his coffee earlier. But there was an uneasy, foreign feeling in Calum’s chest as you said goodbye. Almost as if he didn’t want you to go at all.

But that was crazy. It’s probably nothing. So he smiled tightly and said “Bye, Y/N/N” and watched as you faded away before the facetime call ended.

Calum closed his eyes for a moment, frowning upon discovering this sunken feeling in his chest.

However, it didn’t last much as Luke was suddenly blasting “Jessie’s girl” through the hotel room’s speakers. Calum - rightfully so - smacked him with a pillow.

“Shut up” He groaned.

“I didn’t say anything!” Luke laughed

“You were going to!”

“How the fuck should you know?!”

A string of grumbled curses left Calum’s lips as he got up from the bed and went through his suitcase.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m going out with Ash, wanna come?” He said, putting on a clean shirt.

“I didn’t know you were going out” Luke commented as he got up and went to find a shirt as well.

“We are now, c’mon”

To say the other two were surprised by Calum’s sudden need to go partying was an understatement given that Michael already was in his pajamas when the bassist went and knocked on their door, but neither of them was opposed to the idea. Soon, the whole band was dancing and drinking out at a club neither of them knew about one hour ago.

And if Calum was seen dancing and making out with a girl that looked like you, it was no one’s business but his own. And when he woke up next to a said girl a few hours later, no one needed to know.

The night was turning warmer, though that could be because of the alcohol and the three cigarettes he had since he came outside. The party was still in full swing but he wanted no part of that. Not when you were there with… him.

It’s stupid and he knows it. To have this unsolved grudge against you and every person you date.

You don’t owe him anything, no explanation or justification for any relationship you had or the one you were currently in. But he can’t help it. It’s just that every time he sees you wrapped around your partner’s arms he just wants to rip them off you and shield you from anyone’s eyes. From the moment he first noticed his feelings toward you it was clear that he couldn’t act on them to not ruin the relationship you two have.

He hates them. Every single one of them, every bloke that broke your heart or made you cry. He hates the ones you fell in love with, the ones that loved you back. The one that’s sitting on the couch next to you with his arms around your shoulder and the one that makes you laugh. He hates him the most and he’s not above showing it.

It’s not healthy but he doesn’t know how to stop.

“Why are you so protective of me?” You asked him once and he didn’t know how to tell you, so he made his heart quiet as his mind gave him a logical reason.

There were so many times when he could’ve fessed up and just tell you as it is. To make him the one that you would share your nights with instead of useless men who are not worthy of you.

Was he worthy of you?

Time for another cigarette.

Calum opened the door to find you there with a friendly smile; a pint of ice cream; a skin-care kit; and a bottle of wine. He couldn’t help but laugh as he stepped back so you could enter his house.

“I told you I’m fine,” He said, shaking his head as you made yourself comfortable on his couch, settling all the post-break-up necessities on the table.

“And I believe you,” You shrugged. “But I also know you, Cal. And you say you’re okay now but in a week it’ll all crash down as it always does because you bottle up your feelings. So let’s get them out of the way while we avoid the wreckage”

“I thought you didn’t even like her,” He said, sitting down next to you.

“I never said that!”

Calum gave you a look.

“I just didn’t think you were a good fit… that’s all” You confessed sheepishly.

Calum sighed “Well, you were right”

“I didn’t want to be” You scooted closer to him “I’m sorry, Cal. You truly seemed happy with her. And I liked seeing you happy”

He nodded but didn’t say anything. The break-up happened just a couple of days ago, and you were right when it came to talking about feelings now rather than later. But it was all so very new to him.

“I just- I never had a relationship like this before” He confessed.

“You really liked her, didn’t you?”

And yes, he did. For the first time in years, Calum could actually focus on a relationship. He had met his ex at a party, they talked all night and then he went home with her number saved on his phone. What followed were almost two years of amazing moments and memories filled with love but… something wasn’t right.

It wasn’t something any of them did, it just sort of happened. Blame the routine and the lack of effort from both parties, but they didn’t feel as if the relationship should continue. Yes, he would always feel something for her and would treasure those memories with care. Yet, he can’t say he’s sad and broken.

All his past relationships ended in heartbreak because his partners felt like a third wheel in their own relationships. And they had every right to break up with him. For all he knew, Calum just jumped into those relationships to get over you or to distract himself into loving another person that wasn’t you, all for nothing. Yet this relationship seemed like the real deal, the one that could actually sweep him off his feet and take his mind off of you, truly making him feel alive. And it worked until it didn’t. Until she called things off saying

“I don’t know if it’s me or if it’s you, but this is not working. We haven’t been working for a while now, have we?”

All he could do was agree and let her go. He loved her enough to do that without a fight. Or didn’t love her as he should. And maybe all she wanted was for him to fight for them, guess he let themselves down on that one. But if all these break-ups had something in common, is that you would always be there by his side to cheer him up.

“She deserves someone that can provide her with what she needs,” He said as you both sit with face masks and two glasses of wine filled to the brim “I guess it was not meant to be me”

“I’m sorry, Cal” You gave him a small, apologetic smile, while your hand went to his shoulder and squeezed it. His hand soon fell on top of yours “I’m proud of your decision, though, you and hers. It’s not healthy to be hung up in a relationship that’s just not going anywhere”

“Yeah, I know” He sighed, hiding the small smile that popped up when you didn’t retrieve your hand from his “It’s not like I’m heartbroken or anything, it’s just- I guess I’m just frustrated that we couldn’t make it work. None of my relationships seem to last because of that”

“Well, have you wondered why?” You sat up with interest, turning toward him and moving your hand to his thigh. Something completely innocent on your part, but that still made Calum’s heart beat a little bit faster.

“Of course I have”

“So what is keeping you from going after what you want in a relationship? Is it a previous heartbreak?”

“No… I don’t think I had one of those before” He said like a liar.

He knew that his heart was in perpetual mourning because of you, he was just too proud to admit it. All his past attempts at love were only meant to get over you and forget about the person you were currently hung up with.

Whenever you would tell him about a date or a new partner he’d made sure he’d have another story for you. Some of them made up on the spot, some taking inspiration from one of his friend’s dates, some of them real but without the same, genuine excitement you showed for your love life. A love life that didn’t include him.

Unconsciously, he made it a competition. Did you go on a date? He went on two. Did you kiss someone? He spent the night in another bed. All just so you could give him some type of reaction. Any indication that you were mad or uncomfortable about it. About him dating someone that isn't you. But every time you were supportive, feeling happy for him, and even encouraging him to call girls he didn’t even want to know more than just a one-night stand.

Calum only ever wanted for you to feel like he feels whenever he has to hear about the new guy that brought you flowers; the one that took you on a spontaneous trip to the Grand Canyon; or the one that cooked you a homemade meal for your first date. All the things that were killing him, he hoped you could feel at least a small amount of it. Waiting for you to realize it sooner rather than later.

“What?” You chuckled, nudging him with your elbow “The great Calum Hood never had his heart broken, he just breaks all the hearts along the way”

He laughed, pushing you slightly “Not all the hearts”

“Oh yeah, the other ones are Ashton’s job”

Calum just shook his head, quieting the voice in his head telling him that he didn’t break all the hearts because he was not going to break yours if given the chance to have it.

“Laugh all you want, you little gremlin,” He said

“Aww, Cal, I’m sorry” You pouted “I didn’t mean to upset you. I just really want you to be happy, you know? Find your person and all of that”

“I am happy, Y/N” He stated matter-of-factly “I have the band, the fans, Duke… I have you”

“I know, and I’m also so happy to have you” You smiled, lacing your fingers with his “But I’m talking about “the one”. You know, the one that makes your heart go crazy and the world spin around slower. The one that occupies your mind and every time you think about them you can’t help but smile. Someone that you can actually fall in love with. I’m not talking about marriage or things that we don’t believe in most of the time. But the one that makes the heartbreaks and disappointments all worth it because it led you to them”

Calum stared at you with an unreadable look in his eyes. How could you describe exactly what he was feeling but still have no idea that he has those feelings for you?

It has been a long time since he accepted you as being more than friends, or at least in his heart he knows you could be more. You were just perfect in every way, made just for him. And he loves you, he loves you so much without a hint of fear or doubt. But you just can’t see it.

“Maybe there is someone…” He mumbled, ready to spill his heart out to you on a silver platter.

But before you could register his words, your phone started ringing.

“Shit, wait a second,” You said, grabbing your phone from the table. Calum saw the small smile that formed on your lips before you declined the call “Sorry, what did you say?”

“Y/N, I-” He started again, and once again your phone interrupted him. He sighed “You should get that”

“What?” You asked, already silencing the phone again “No, it’s nothing, I promise”

“Who is it, though?”

“Oh, it’s just Matt”

“Matt?”

“Yeah, I told you about him, remember?” And he wished he didn’t.

You told him you were going on a date with someone called Matt a couple of weeks ago. He didn’t know you were still talking, let alone that you moved on to the “call” phase of the relationship. And now he couldn’t help but notice the gleam in your eyes when you said his name, a gleam that he knew would never be reserved for him.

“I forgot to tell him that he needn’t call me tonight” You sighed, already texting him. Calum could see the disappointment in your eyes.

“You should call him”

“What? No, Cal, I’m here for you and nothing is going to change that”

“I know, and thank you for that,” He said, faking his smile as much as he could “But I know you, and I know you want to call him so go ahead. I don’t mind”

You sighed “Thanks, babe. I’m just going to tell him tonight is off limits, it’ll take five minutes and then I’m all yours”

Oh and how it hurt him hearing you laugh from the kitchen as those five minutes went on. You sounded so happy and full of joy… he couldn’t take that from you now and, plus, would you even believe him?

Matt… what does he have that Calum doesn’t? Apparently, all the necessary to make you come back all giddy and blushing.

And when you sat up next to him and changed the topic back to Calum, his glass was already half empty.

“Hey, mate” Calum heard after the door slid open. Ashton soon stood next to him “Ready to go back in there?”

“Would Michael miss me if I don’t sing happy birthday to him?”

“You will break his heart” Ashton chuckled, trying to make him laugh as well but to no avail “You can’t avoid her forever, you know? She’s starting to notice”

“Well about fucking time” Calum spat, throwing the last of his cigarette to the floor.

Ashton sighed “Cal, c’mon… It’s not fair on her”

“It’s not fair to me either! What do you think, Ash? Do you think it’s funny for me to see her with him? To know every fucking detail of her happy life with Matt as if it didn’t kill me inside? It’s been years! Years where I have been so fucking close to telling her how I feel but there’s always him in the middle!”

He wasn’t crying, and he would not cry either. But he stopped hiding the rage he felt as his true feelings came spilling out of his mouth like a fountain of truth. He’d never said any of this out loud but now it seemed impossible to stop it.

“I’m just so fucking tired of seeing her with him. Seeing her kissing him, holding his hand, going on dates… All the things I should be doing with her”

“Cal…”

“No, fuck it! It’s true! It should be me! It always should’ve been me” His voice broke a little in the end “I should be the one in his place. I should’ve told her everything that night years ago, then I could be the one sitting on the couch with her, laughing and sharing those touches she thinks no one sees. But I do. All the fucking time those moments play on a loop inside my head and it’s making me want to scream. She’s the first girl I ever loved, the one that breaks my heart every single day because I keep letting her. She’s the one that’s making me feel like this without her knowing and it’s not fair! I could go in there right now and tell her how I feel but that won’t change a thing! She’ll still choose him! But I loved her first, Ash. I loved her first!”

Suddenly, all the air in his lungs was being crushed as Ashton brought him closer for a bone-wrenching hug.

For the first time that night, Calum relaxed. He let his body fall against Ashton’s frame as he hugged him back, hiding his face in his neck as the high of his confession wore off.

“I know it hurts,” Ashton said, lowly “But you can’t keep doing this to yourself, Cal”

“I know,” He sighed, pulling himself from the hug and patting Ashton’s arms “I don’t want to feel this way but I just can’t- I can’t let her go”

“Then try. You love her, do that for her”

“But what if-”

“If she feels the same and realizes that someday, then she’ll come to you. Don’t keep on waiting for an “if” Cal, you deserve more than that and so does Y/N”

Calum sighed and nodded, shaking his head a minute later from the overload of feelings. It wasn’t normal for him to snap like that, but it has been years since he kept it all in. It was bound to come out sooner or later, but he’d hope for a better outcome.

“Knock-knock!” Someone said behind them “Am I interrupting something?”

The two of them turn around to find you standing at the door, smiling at them as if nothing happened.

Immediately Calum started to panic, fearing that you’d heard everything. He said he hated your boyfriend, that he wishes he’d take his place, that he loved you… And you might’ve heard all of it while he was on a rant.

“H-hey, Y/N! Not at all, what’s up?” Ashton played the calm one, giving Calum time to freak out internally.

You were still smiling at them as you pointed back inside “We’re about to sing happy birthday, didn’t think you wanted to miss out”

You were acting so calm, with a big, kind smile on your face. Maybe you didn’t hear anything and just watched them hug awkwardly for a minute there. Calum could only hope. But then you smiled at him and nudged your head toward the party, and all he could do was breathe out and smile back, calming his nerves a little bit.

The three of you went back inside, quickly surrounding Michael as Luke brought out the cake and you all started to sing.

Calum looked back at you, standing next to Matt and leaning your head on his shoulder as your hands laced together. You looked briefly at your boyfriend and smiled, looking as happy as ever.

“Happy birthday dear Michael…”

And then it happened. For just one moment you looked back at Calum when he was already looking at you and his heart stopped.

You gave him a small, sad smile and shook your head no.

“Happy birthday to you!”

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tswhiisftteedr · 11 months ago

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NCR Staff Masterlist

ཐི♡⃟ཋྀ = NSFW ᬊ = SFW

ིྀ𖤜໋᳝݊ = Crack 𓈒ིུ𖤛 = Fluff ♬⃝ = Angst

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ཐི♡⃟ཋྀ Good Pup : ��Mean!Sciences Proffesor!Divus Crewel x College Freshman!Fem!Reader ཐི♡⃟ཋྀ

After seeing you excel in his class, Professor Crewel interest had peeked. You were not from this world, and your academic knowledge was far too different from what was taught here, too different for it to be considered fair for you to study such material at the college level, a lost cause, he thought at first. And yet, he couldn't help but feel proud as you quickly rose to become one of the top students in his class. One day after potionology you had forgotten your textbook behind, and being the great teacher that Divus Crewel is, he ought to give back to you. After looking around for a bit, then spotting in a hallway talking with your friends, he happens to overhear about your secret thoughts on him…

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ཐི♡⃟ཋྀ Personal ‘Training’ : ☆Mean!PE Proffesor!Ashton Vargas x Senior!Fem!Reader ཐི♡⃟ཋྀ

After seeing you excel in his class, Coach Vargas interest had peeked. It’s not like you were as athletic as the beastmen students, actually muscle wise, you were quite the scrawny one. But it was your determination in completing an exercise that he set out, that he found admirable. One day after PE you had forgotten your gym uniform jacket behind, and being the great teacher that Ashton Vargas is, he ought to give back to you. After looking around for a bit, then spotting in the courtyard talking with your friends, he happens to overhear about your secret thoughts on him…

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lyssak09 · 2 years ago

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Masterlist & Things I write for

AN: I automatically write the reader as female so when you re quest please please tell me what pronouns you want the reader to have. Also if requested I will and can write the reader as part of the LGBTQ+ community

Key: Italics means to be posted/its a draft

Fandoms I can write for:

Supernatural

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Night Court (1986)

Corpse Bride

Beetlejuice (both movies)

Doctor Sleep

Charmed (the original one)

The Labyrinth (David Bowie movie)

Krull (1983)

Secret Obsession (netflix movie)

Day of the Dead: Bloodline

The Walking Dead (seasons 1-7) I get pissed with the show when I get to parts of season 7 so I stop watching and restart from the beginning of the show

Umbrellas Academy

Z Nation

Warehouse 13

Repo! The Genetic Opera

Dead by Daylight

Adventure Time

The Big Bang Theory

Friends

Suicide Squad (both movies)

Futurama

Slashers: Ghostface (preferably Stu), Michael Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Jason, Brahms Hillshire

Star Trek: TNG, Voyager, Lower Decks, TOS, SNW

My Bloody Valentine: Both 1981 and 2009 movies so please be specific with which one you want

Markiplier & Jacksepticeye egos

Masterlist

Supernatural

Yandere Dean hcs

Yandere Shapeshifter hcs

Yandere Sam hcs

Yandere Archangels request

Yandere Castiel hcs

Yandere Lucifer hcs

Yandere Casifer hcs

Yandere Casifer with Trans!reader request

Yandere Archangels soulmates request

Yandere Michael!Dean w/ soulmate fem!Reader ask

Dead by daylight

Platonic Yandere killers reaction to child reader

Yandere Leon with Killer!reader request

Yandere Leon with Killer!reader pt.2 request

Platonic Yandere (HOY) Trapper & Huntress with tween!reader request

Platonic Yandere Huntress & Trapper request

Yandere Nemesis hcs request

Yandere Killers & Survivors request pt.1

Yandere Killers & Survivors request pt.2

Yandere Doctor hcs request

Plantonic yandere (HOY) Trapper & Huntress pt.2

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Yandere Jake Peralta hcs

Yandere Jake with Lawyer!reader request

Yandere Jake

Yandere Rosa

Yandere Amy

Yandere Charles request

Star Trek

Yandere Q request

Yandere William Riker

Yandere Brad Boimler

Yandere Spock (SNW)

Yandere Data

Yandere Tom Paris

Umbrella Academy

Yandere Five with Soft!reader request

Yandere Five hcs

Yandere Luther hcs

Yandere Diego hcs

The Walking Dead

Yandere Daryl with motherly!reader hcs request

Yandere Daryl motherly!reader hcs pt.2 request

Yandere Daryl

Yandere Daryl VS Rick hcs/sorta request

Yandere Rick VS Governor request

Yandere Rick hcs

Yandere Grown Carl hcs

Yandere Michonne hcs

Yandere Governor request

Tim Burton

Yandere Victor Van Dort hcs (Corpse Bride)

Yandere Emily hcs (Corpse Bride)

Yandere Beetlegleuse hcs (BeetleJuice)

Miscellaneous (Aka writing that doesn’t have their own category yet)

Yandere Brahms Heelshire (The boy)

Yandere Elliot Stabler (L&O SVU)

Yandere Mack Thompson (Z Nation) hcs

Yandere Black Mask/Roman Sionis (DC/BOP)

Yandere Pete Latimer (Warehouse 13) hcs

Yandere Homelander (The Boys) hcs

Yandere Joker (Suicide Squad) hcs (Fight me on this)

Yandere Piper Hallowell (Charmed) hcs

Yandere Leo (Charmed) hcs

Yandere Colwyn (Krull) hcs

Yandere Danny Torrance (Doctor Sleep) hcs I love Ewan McGregor

Yandere Max (Day of the dead: Bloodline) hcs

Yandere Wilford Warfstache hcs

Yandere Antisepticeye hcs

Ocs

Currently redesigning how these guys look like

Tyler from my yandere song fic

Evan ( Yandere Landlord)

Daniel (Yandere Slasher)

Hudson (Yandere Cop/Sheriff)

Luke (Yandere Childhood friend/Bully)

Damien (Yandere Teacher)

Zachary (Yandere zombie apocalypse survivor)

Derek (Yandere Hypnotist/ Therapist)

Ashton (Yandere Neighbor)

Zeke (Yandere robot boss)

William (Yandere Prisoner)

Adrian (Yandere Asylum patient)

Devon (Yandere Priest)

Jason (Yandere Step father)

Max (Yandere step brother)

Anthony (Yandere slasher/homicide survivor)

Ryan (Yandere childhood friend)

Ewan (Yandere military man)

Unnamed (Yandere boss)

Unnamed (Yandere AI robot house)

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aetheve · 3 years ago

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𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐃𝐀𝐘 :: staff.

the idea: it is bring your kid to school day at the nrc! warnings: overprotective father stuff. note from the author: i swear i have a father!sam bias oh my. bold is about the character, normal is the in general. MASTERLIST?

SAM ;⠀⠀⠀the shop will be fuller than it usually is. rumors about you coming spread for weeks before your arrival, now people just wanted to see you for themselves. the fact you were adopted didn't matter to them, you were sam's kid! wow, talk about huge feat. there will be millions of questions about having sam as a father. will be extremely excited to show you off to the other staff members. not so much the students, they can be incredibly stupid. loads off head pats. proud dad noises because he taught so you well, you didn't even need to be told what to do. he takes you out for ice cream after a good day's work, you can expect some new tarot cards as a gift as well.

DIVUS CREWEL ;⠀⠀⠀matching outfits? matching outfits! bring lysol, the simps are gonna make you sick. glaring the living shit out of the cheesy pickup lines from some of the students. vil complimenting your fashion taste and crewel taking the compliment, cause well dads are like that apparently. being teachers assistant and passing back student's grades! talking to crowley about the fact that enma yuuken doesn't have his own dorm leader outfit and offering to make him one free of charge.

MOZUS TREIN ;⠀⠀⠀getting the better side of school for the day. showing you how real school works because one can imagine you have been home schooled all of your life. petting your cat while you both glare at the class judgmentally. allowing you to stay after class to help him grade homework. complaining about students at break time 'click share on my awesomeness!' over a cup of tea.

ASHTON VARGAS ;⠀⠀⠀challenging each other to challenges you do not have the space to compete in at home. being hype man for the students, and boy did it work. idia asking you for help from behind a bush, being your talkative self you had a full on conversation that you later got scolded for. being bestowed the honor of handing out water bottles. being allowed to give the perverts their detention slips.

DIRE CROWLEY ; ⠀⠀⠀he wouldn't bring you cause it is just extra work.

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twst mermay 10 — transformation

in which floyd forgot to take his transformation potion and nearly paid the price for it in the middle of pe. ft. ruggie bucchi, floyd leech, and ashton vargas

╰┈➤ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: slight spoilers for chapter 6 (nothing that would ruin your chapter 6 experience, but better to scroll down if you want to keep your experience free of spoilers; a fast upload finally 😳 i remembered ruggie saying that he saw floyd transforming during swimming class so i wondered what would happen if it was a transformation in the middle of flying class. then in chapter 6, azul brought up floyd forgetting to take his potions, so this came to life!

╰┈➤ 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐨: mermay masterlist

It happened in the blink of an eye.

A second ago, Floyd filled the skies with his boisterous laughter, a blue blur with fins for ears zooming high above the tallest trees and performing loops and other tricks on his broom. The next thing, the laughter vanished, replaced with choked sounds that caused some students to freeze. And like a shooting star ensnared by gravity’s pull, he fell at dangerous speeds to the ground.

Of course, being the nearest one, Ruggie had to be the one to reach out his arms and catch the eel.

“Yo, yo Floyd, I’m here, okay? C-can you still speak?”

Floyd never looked so helpless and pathetic. He struggled to breathe, and his hands were reaching out for something not quite there. Ruggie did everything that he knew that should help him breathe, but his breathing was getting more ragged by the second.

“W-wa-wa—” he croaked out. His voice could barely form anything cohesive.

“What are you saying,” Ruggie exclaimed. “I can’t understand anything!”

“Floyd!” Vargas’ booming voice resounded in the field as he rushed to the scene. “Bucchi, what happened?!”

His hand brushed upon something foreign on Floyd’s side. Without hesitating, he lifted the shirt. Instead of flesh, three lengthy holes occupied the side where his ribs would be located.

“Get him to a body of water,” he yelled to the surrounding students. “Somebody help me get Floyd to the pool! Magic, anything, just give a lift!”

Immediately, the rest of his classmates rushed to lift the eel mer. Ruggie lifted Floyd’s head, and they started dashing to the river that should be located across the Mystery Shop. “It’s okay, Floyd, it’s okay, we’re almost there,” he reassured. “We’re gonna get you to a body of water right away.” Come on, come on, it’s gonna take about 5 to 10 minutes until Floyd’s done for, he frantically thought.

It didn’t take long for them to reach the river. With not a single countdown or a cue or any care, all the students dumped Floyd into the water. A teal glow emanated from the water, lasting for what seemed to be a few seconds before it faded away. The water calmed down, not a single sign of the merman resurfacing.

“I-is Floyd okay,” one of the students asked.

“He better be,” the hyena answered with a clenched fist.

As he spoke, Floyd’s head penetrated the surface. Gone was the desperate helpless look, and his iconic open-mouthed smile replaced it.

“Heyyyy, I’m alive!” he exclaimed with the wave of his hand. His clothes were no more, and his skin was no longer the more familiar pale flesh color, but tinted teal. A reminder to his peers of his otherworldly nature.

Sheer relief flooded over Ruggie. If he wasn’t surrounded by his classmates, his knees would have given way and he’d have fallen to the ground. Huge sighs simultaneously escaped him and the rest of the students.

“Y’know, that was kinda fun,” he commented with a lilt. “I hadn’t had a near death experience in so long.”

Ruggie’s jaw dropped at his words. “Dude, are you an idiot or something,” he exclaimed. “You nearly died.”

“But I turned out alive,” he replied, his smile never fading away. “All thanks to you guys.”

“Floyd!” Vargas’ voice boomed throughout the area, startling everyone as the teacher jogged to the scene. “Floyd, are you okay?”

“Never been better,” he answered happily. “It feels awesome being in the water again~.”

Vargas sighed, a hand placed on his chest. “That’s a relief. I’m glad that you’re okay.” He then crossed his arms, his expression sterner. “But let that be a reminder to not forget taking your transformation potions. We do not want to deliver any devastating news to your family. I want to see you all develop good muscles like myself, and I can only see that if you’re alive. Clear?”

“Yes, Coach Lobster…”

“Here, I have a spare potion on hand right now.” The coach bent down to Floyd, handing him a vial containing a clear blue liquid. He took it, and in a second, he opened the vial and drank its contents in one fell swoop.

The same teal glow earlier emanated from his body, but this time, Ruggie had to shield his eyes from the brightness of the light. This time, Floyd appeared in his human form, wearing the same sweaty clothes he wore before the transformation. He crawled up to the grass, stretching as he did so.

“As for everyone here, you did a fine job in saving your fellow second year,” Vargas praised, his grin almost reaching his eyes. “Especially you, Bucchi. You acted immediately, and that is what every student here should learn to do.” His gaze shifted to Ruggie, much to the hyena’s discomfort.

“Uh, thanks Coach.”

“Alright, we dawdled enough here.” He clapped his hands. “Everyone, back to the field!”

As he turned to the direction of the stairs, the students started walking. Ruggie didn’t take his eyes off of Floyd, watching him as he stood up and followed him, becoming the last person at the back of the group.

“So coach, do we get plus points,” one classmate asked in the front. His gaze appeared hopeful.

How typical. Of course Night Raven students would help if it meant they benefited somehow.

“Now where did you get that idea,” Vargas asked with a raise of his brow. “There aren’t going to be any bonus points because you saved a life.”

Collective groans echoed amongst the students.

Eventually, they returned to the field, where everyone split off to do whatever it was they needed to do. Once the area seemed enough that he knew people wouldn’t eavesdrop, Ruggie approached Floyd.

“Yo Floyd,” he said, tapping him on the shoulder.

“What’s up, Remora?”

“Y’owe me one for this, you know?” A grin rose on his face.

“Hmph, fine. You did do something for me, anyway,” Floyd said with a shrug. “Alright, what do I gotta do?”

Ruggie’s grin only grew. “So you see, I got a bit of an interest in the Mostro Lounge…”

#twisted wonderland #twst #floyd leech #ruggie bucchi #twst mermay

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tickledpink31 · 2 years ago

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Epics of Ink & Light Chapter 12: The Strange Case of the Nezumis

Summary: In which the Nezumis enter the scene.

Notes: One of the Nezumi siblings, Alexis is AMAB gender-fluid, but identifies as a girl for this chapter and will be referred to as she/her.

Just a heads-up, this chapter will contain several POV switches. It might give you a bit of whiplash.

When you see an asterisk (*), there will information about a topic that appears within the story and will be explained in the author’s notes at the end of the chapter.

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◐ ━━━━━ ºoº Crewel ºoº ━━━━━ ◑

“Good, everyone is here. Let’s begin.” Dire tapped the stack of papers against the table. He was underdressed than usual today having left his coat and top hat to hang on the coat rack. The mask still remained on his face, though.

I swear that thing is glued to his skin, thought Divus.

When Dire meant that everyone was here in the meeting room, he only meant a portion of the faculty; that is, the Dean’s most trusted allies in the school with Anais being the only extra permitted to attend. They were the higher-ups of the staff, the big dogs of the entire establishment.

There was Sam LeFacile, the eccentric shopkeeper of the campus. He was casually leaning back in his seat as he deftly twirled a pencil in his hands. To the surprise of absolutely no one, he was among the first to discover Ms. Nezumi’s family curse through his “friends” that hide among the shadows.

Mozus Trein sat in the chair next to Sam with Lucius on his lap. Divus was almost sure that pets were not allowed in the staff room, but not even the Headmaster was saying anything. Minako had him for history class and was reportedly among the few students that did not nod off at the way he drones during his lectures. (A miracle really, which is why Divus made sure to add a bit of terror— ah sorry, excitement in his classroom environment.)

Sitting to the left of Divus’ seat was Ashton Vargas, the P.E. teacher. It was astonishing to find out that Minako did very well in his class almost as much as the rugged lot from Savanaclaw, but could you blame anyone for thinking that? One would have thought that he would go easier on her when Minako was just so tiny and had a condition that made her frail, but perhaps Vargas lacked discrimination on who gets brutal training in his classes.

Last but not least, was Dr. Anais Radcliffe. It was a well-known fact that she was younger than Divus by three years and yet, many people would say that she was more suited to be the older sibling. A ridiculous notion really, but Divus will admit that she had always been mature and motherly even when she was just a child. Her intelligence combined with her big heart made her one of the most esteemed doctors on the Sage’s Island. If she were still residing in the Queendom of Roses, she might even be able to boot Dr. Rosehearts from her spot as the best doctor in the nation.

After Dire recounted the chaotic events of the past two weeks, nobody in the room looked too happy that Dire had been keeping quiet about Minako’s family curse ever since her arrival.

“Firstly, how dare you not tell the rest of us about this?” Trein clicked his tongue and Lucius mimicked his scowl. “She could have been a danger to us all. Are you so blinded by your greed when you saw an opportunity for free labour that you forgot to think with your head?”

“I wasn’t made aware of just how destructive her magic can be when her blood curse is triggered. The most I have seen is that it harms Ms. Nezumi more than it hurts others,” Dire defended.

“I wouldn’t blame her for not going into details about her condition. For the safety and reputation of the school, Ms. Nezumi would have been likely booted out of the campus had she said anything that brings up concern,” said Divus.

“Me? Kick her out? I would never! I’m far too kind to do such a thing,” Dire spluttered and squawked.

Divus ignored him in favour of talking Trein down. “You have daughters, don’t you? How would you feel if they were in this kind of predicament?”

“Divus!” Anais scolded him.

“Don’t.” Mozus’ stoic expression hardly changed, but his tone took on a dangerous edge as he spoke. “Don’t bring my family into this.” Lucius hissed to back him up. “And what do you know about taking care of children? You don’t have any of your own, and you’re hardly father material.”

Divus pressed his lips into a thin line in irritation. It wasn’t like he thought of Minako as a daughter. He just didn’t need to see someone else fully succumb to the effects of blot when his mother had already…

“Settle down! There’s no need to fight,” the Headmaster chided them. He turned his attention to Anais. “Dr. Radcliffe, do you have the notes from your interviews with Ms. Nezumi?”

Anais flipped open her dalmatian-patterned notebook to her most recent entries that she had documented in the past few days. “Minako Nenita del Rosario Nezumi, age sixteen, born on March 18th 200X. As she has told me, her home is in a country called England. Before her accidental arrival in Twisted Wonderland, she attended a magical school called Hogwarts.”

Divus inwardly snorted upon hearing the name, wondering who had the bright idea to name a supposedly esteemed school “Hogwarts.” He can’t wait to hear about its history.

“Ms. Nezumi resides with her three older siblings and her sister-in-law, all of whom are magical and do not show any symptoms of the family curse. Her late parents are both magicless, so they cannot inherit the curse themselves. With the recent revelations that Ms. Nezumi might be a descendent of the Moseley clan—”

“I knew it!” Sam triumphantly pumps his fist.

“Ahem!” Anais quickly pulled the attention back to her. “With the likelihood that Ms. Nezumi comes from the Moseley bloodline, it is possible that she may have inherited qualities of her world’s magic system and Twisted Wonderland’s magic while her siblings did not. Her lineage has been in the other world for so long that I imagine that this world’s magic must have been diluted over the years.”

“My friends and I could help confirm the family ties. Free of charge, of course,” Sam offered.

“Um… I’ll think about it,” Anais politely replied, suppressing a grimace that only Divus caught. She wasn’t too fond of the dark arts that Sam dabbled in, but the shopkeeper was plenty competent to not try anything dangerous if it was something as trivial as figuring out someone’s ancestry.

The topic made Divus wonder just how many of Minako’s ancestors fell victim to the curse. Was it even more severe than what she has now?

Anais flipped over to the next page. “According to the records that they have found from their ancestors, the curse came from her father’s side of the family. There was at least one victim in each generation before their family’s magic died off then reawakened twenty-six years ago. The victims all began to show symptoms by the time they reached their preteen years, and that brings up my theory that puberty might have a hand in activating the curse.”

“TMI, Radcliffe,” Ashton snorted.

Mozus sent him a look of disappointment. “Grow up.”

“What makes you believe in that theory, Doctor?” Dire asked, ignoring the two.

“To put it simply, the curse and an accumulation of blot are both tied to negative emotions and mental distress.” Anais adjusted her glasses and squinted her eyes at the page. “Puberty causes intense emotions and mood swings in children. Ms. Nezumi has told me about how she would rapidly shift from one feeling to another when she was eleven. It caused her accidental magic to act up and make her ill even when she was at an age where she should have it all under control. But until we know about how her ancestors were like when they got the curse, my theory still remains a theory.”

“Surely with the severity of the curse, Nezumi wouldn’t have the ability to roam around the school as if nothing was wrong,” Mozus pointed out.

“Definitely not. At least not for more than a few days,” said Anais, nose deep in her notes. “She often takes a medicinal potion and her dimension’s light spells does the bare minimum to ward off negativity. Though most recently during Mr. Rosehearts’ overblot, she was able to unlock her ability to cast a powerful charm called the Patronus charm that completely cleared the blot excess in a matter of seconds. However, it was a slow and hard process for her to finally master it.”

Seven knew that Minako was a sensitive child. She may not show it outwardly sometimes, but Divus could see the curse marks creeping on her neck if she got frustrated with a question or formula.

Ashton scratched his head. “Wait, I don’t get it. How do light spells work against blot?”

“Her world’s magic system seems to have a strong reliance on the dichotomy between light and darkness.” Anais placed her notebook down on the table, wide open at a spread where Minako’s hauntingly detailed sketches of two dark wraiths. She pointed to the cloaked, bony wraith that was fully inked with the darkest shade of black. “This is what Minako calls a Dementor. They are creatures of despair, and they suck out your souls should you fall victim to its kiss.” She pointed to the other illustrated creature, which looked really nothing more than a rippling black cape compared to its more skeletal cousin, but it was somehow just as foul. “And this is a Lethifold. It’s more of a beast rather than a ghoul considering that it preys on human bodies rather than souls.”

Everyone but Sam paled at the explanation of the kind of monsters that this other dimension had to deal with. Sam looked more invested in this meeting than he ever did with any other meeting they have had before. He leaned in closer to hear the juiciest details.

Anais continued, “Unlike our own magic, the light spells from Ms. Nezumi’s world has been used to repel spectral foes, and Dementors can be classified as ghosts themselves. Lethifolds may not be ghosts themselves, but they’re related anyway. A more difficult but powerful light charm is needed to fend these monsters off, which is, as you know, the Patronus charm.”

“And blot monsters are practically phantoms themselves!” Sam, ever the ghost expert, added enthusiastically.

“Exactly!”

Divus has heard the story about how the curse went from bad to worse before. He can’t imagine how hard it must have been for Minako. A twelve-year-old girl wallowing in her misery after losing her parents then waking up with a Dementor above her head that she had unconsciously created. Had her siblings not been sleeping next to her… well, Divus didn’t really know what would have happened.

“I knew that there was a fighter in that girl!” Vargas threw his head back, letting out a short and hearty laugh. “If that kid can take down a blot monster, that’s some insane unique magic.”

“No, it’s not her unique magic. There are other people who can cast it too,” Anais corrected him.

Crowley merely beamed. “I like to think of Ms. Nezumi as actually a blessing in disguise rather than a curse. Of all the places that she just happened to end up in, it was at our school. Imagine the kind of awards we’d be afforded now that we have an instant cure for blot.”

“Absolutely not!” Everyone jumped up from their seats in protest. That greedy fucking corvid! He was planning to make Minako his pawn.

“Giving her public attention will do more harm than good. Don’t forget that she’s as fragile as a bomb.” Divus jabbed a finger against the Headmaster’s chest, gritting his teeth as he seethed. He managed to back Dire into his seat, his shoulders tense with fright.

“And remember how malicious the media can be.” Anais’ voice was dangerously low. She had always been Divus’ patient half to a saint-like degree, but not at the moment. “If the word about the curse gets out Ms. Nezumi will be vilified. The stress it would put her through could be catastrophic.”

“And the reputation of your precious school will fall into ruins,” Crewel put in with a hiss, knowing that anything tarnishing the image of NRC would definitely touch a nerve in his boss.

“Dire, I never expected this new low, even from you,” Mozus sighed with an aggrieved shake of his head.

Dire audibly gulped down a lump in his throat. Clearly, he hasn’t thought about the consequences.

“W-well, there goes that plan.” Dire’s clawed hands collected a piece of paper with notes written on it, crumpled it up, and threw it into a rubbish bin behind him.

Grumbles and sighs of disapproval went around the room. Leave it to their incompetent headmaster to sour the mood.

“In any case,” Anais switched the topics, “I think we should provide as much support as we can for both Ms. Nezumi’s sake and ours. Be as gentle as you can and do not give her more stress than she can handle.”

Divus swivelled his chair to talk to Sam. “You will give her a job, right?” It was more of a demand rather than a question. Minako had been wanting to find another source of income other than Dire’s meagre allowance.

“I will. I’ll be able to keep an eye on her then.” Sam smiled reassuringly.

The teachers might have to go easy on course work too. Thankfully enough, the faculty did not have the misfortune of dealing with a cursed student who was a slacker. Every professor who had the pleasure of teaching Minako had unanimously agreed that she was a well-rounded student with only the rare negative comment about her poor choice in friends. Unfortunately, Minako’s diligence had its way of turning against her when work reduces her into an anxious, burnt-out mess.

“What that little fawn needs is a good workout to clear her head!” Ashton loudly announced, not so subtly flexing his biceps.

“It’s not a bad idea. Minako is an athlete,” Anais mused.

“Give her access to the brooms. She finds flying relaxing,” Divus added.

From the corner of his eye, Divus caught how Mozus brows shot up to his hairline. The rest of his expression looked as stale as ever, but Divus sensed a smirk behind that face.

“You seem to know a lot about Ms. Nezumi. I expected you to only do the bare minimum for her aside from calling in your sister, but I guess I might have to take back what I said earlier.” There was a hint of amusement in Mozus’ tone.

Divus couldn’t help but find that statement a tad snarky. How he wanted to scowl at that old fart, but he resorted to only narrowing his eyes to save face. “And what is that supposed to mean, old man?”

Once again, Anais had to interrupt to get them all back on track. “Let’s talk about the Hidden Mickeys and the ghost camera next.”

The rest of the meeting went by in a blur, making agreements on whatever they can do to reduce the amount of flare-ups and accidents. How Minako was able to see Mr. Rosehearts’ childhood memories through her family symbol would be discussed at a later date when everyone else was stumped about what it could mean right now. As everyone shuffled out of the room, Sam suddenly held Divus back by the shoulder.

“Hey, Div. Are you doing okay?” Sam looked concerned.

“I’m fine,” Divus replied plainly.

Sam didn’t look convinced. “You and Ann are doing your best. That little imp’s lucky to have you looking out for her.”

It was clear that Sam was dancing around the overblot of Baroness Crewel, also known as mother dearest. That event was an infamous story in not only the Queendom of Roses but all over the world as well. That shameful and tragic stain on their family pushed Divus to spend the next several years building back up the pride of the Crewel clan.

He felt as if he owed it to his mother to help her legacy live on. Many have told him that his mother’s demise was neither his nor Anais’ fault, and yet a part of him said that he could have comforted his mother in her time of need.

“You think so? Has she said anything about us?” For the first time in years, Divus felt unsure of himself. His talents and his connections seemed to have nothing against the Nezumi malediction. He was back to his twelve-year old self that helplessly watched his mother drown in ink.

“You didn’t hear this from me, but she’s been asking around about what kind of sweets you liked.” Sam grinned.

Raisin butter biscuits, Divus thought fondly as he resisted the urge to smile. Those biscuits that reminded him of the spots on his dalmatians.

“I’ll try to pretend to be surprised if she gives me a gift,” Divus said, making a turn down the hall with Sam.

He made up his mind: Divus swore to find a cure sooner or later. He won’t let Minako succumb to the curse when she was still so young and so scared.

◐ ━━━━━ ºoº Flor ºoº ━━━━━ ◑

For a vintage magical tool, this contacting pendant* was far more advanced than what the Wizarding community had to offer these days. It was almost unfair to know how advanced the technology was in that other realm that Ambrose called Twisted Wonderland. Even with the recent advancements in this world, many wizards and witches alike had their feet firmly planted to the ground when it came to their traditions. A bit of a detrimental move for the magical community really.

“Nothing from her yet?” Her lovely wife, Fiona, gave her a comforting smile as they walked home. Her presence alone was enough to make a rainy, autumn day brighter.

“Nothing.” Flor added nothing more, not wanting to spoil the mood.

Perhaps the necklace’s antique quality could explain why Minako had yet to reach them through her hand mirror.* There was no way she would ever neglect to call them for weeks. When she was still at Hogwarts, Minako was punctual about sending letters to home every weekend even when she was at her busiest. The connection being as shitty as a low-grade Wi-Fi service was the only way Flor could rationalize the lack of contact.

Call her paranoid, but the second Minako disappeared through the magic mirror with Headmaster Ambrose, Flor swore that she felt a cord snap within her. A connection was severed. It was the instant that Flor realized that her sister was now far off somewhere where she couldn’t reach without the mirror to the point that all traces of her magic left with her. Even the Ministry would not be able to track her down now that she was in another world. It left a hollowness in her chest that she hadn’t felt in a long time, and she was sure that the rest of the family felt it too.

The night after their parents died, Flor swore that she wouldn’t lose another loved one so soon. But how can you keep such a promise when somebody’s doom seemed inevitable?

Minako, for all her faults, did not deserve to suffer the burden of a hereditary malediction. Being the prime inheritor of this generation, her frustrations had a knack for getting the better of her, but at least she had the awareness and consideration to not upset others when she was in a bad mood. She had a rash sense of justice for someone who was sorted into Slytherin, and yet her courage to not stand by was admirable. Intelligent, responsible, and talented; Flor could go on.

What a cruel twist of the heavens to let horrible things happen to the best people.

Last summer was supposed to be fun for Minako. She was looking forward to that vacation with her friends in Romania and its dragon sanctuary. However, Minako’s little “accident” at Hogsmeade prompted the authorities to hound at their door and barred her from leaving the country’s borders. They made everything far worse than it needed to be. If it weren’t for Minister Granger’s interference, Flor was sure that her sister would have been unjustly incarcerated.

Hermione Granger, for all her competency in leading their country’s Wizarding community, could only stretch her power so thin until she was deemed unfit to be the minister then sacked from her job. Which is why Flor had no choice but to send Minako away to salvage both her family and Granger’s career. It was a fair agreement that finally got most of the harassment to subside, although the Nezumis would be kept under surveillance as long as they were within the magical areas of the British Isles.

Speaking of which… Flor reflexively turned her head over her shoulder for the umpteenth time during their walk and tightened her arm around Fiona. She had developed the habit of doing that since the Hogsmeade incident along with the rest of her siblings. They were already far off from the Ministry after leaving their Apparition point, but after that one incident where Alexis was almost followed home, it was safe to assume that someone would try it again. Fortunately, Alexis quickly caught on that somebody was pursuing her and was smart enough to flee to the police station nearby. Unfortunately, it was an event that left her hysterical and too afraid to go home by herself for a few weeks.

It got to a point where they started warding their home to a degree that could compete with Hogwarts’ level of security. Anti-Apparition charms surrounded the grounds of the Nezumi Residence. One can Apparate within the confines of the house or Apparate from inside to outside, but nobody can Apparate from outside to get inside. However, this added the extra effort of having to walk from a secret Apparition point to home so that they don’t end up breaking the Statue of Secrecy. They did the same thing with the Floo Network too by barring the way in through their fireplace in case of trespassers but still making it possible to transport from their house to elsewhere.

“There’s nobody there,” Fiona reassured her.

“Right.” They were already at Grimmauld Place, and Flor can’t risk having a stalker know their address. Feeling safe enough that nobody was following them, they climbed up the steps of their house and Flor turned the key into the lock.

Inside, they were greeted by the Victorian era decor of their humble abode. Their late paternal grandmother, the previous owner of this house, had put all of her love and care into keeping this place in tip-top shape. The intricate wooden structures still maintained its glossiness over the years, and there wasn’t a single stain on the vintage tiling complete with a few much-needed touches of modern updates. It still creaked and settled as houses do when they were nearly a century and a half old, but they were still the envy of the neighbours. Even if it was a home located at a mildly unpopular street, this house was practically ripe for selling after she left the will to the family, but the destruction of their old house and the death of their parents pushed the Nezumis to move here instead.

While Obachan’s house was arguably the nicest in Grimmauld, Minako wasn’t too keen on the idea of moving here in the first place. There was a reason why this street was called “grim old place,” and Minako seemed to be the most sensitive to whatever was lurking here. It wasn’t really a street riddled with crime, and it was relatively safe. It was just a matter of atmosphere that made house buyers reluctant to stay here. Just by comparing the gloominess of Grimmauld Place to the other shiny suburban neighbourhoods of London, it was easy to see why houses were seldom sold on this street. This was why they never had sleepovers at grandma’s house and why their visits were usually brief. Not to mention that they now lived in 11 Grimmauld Place right next to the elusive House of Black. It was ironic how Minako used to constantly fear Grimmauld Place, and now she saw it as a sanctuary to Flor’s knowledge at least.

Flor stretched and hung her coat up on a free hook. She could feel the pockets of air popping on her back. “God, I’m knackered. Want some coffee, love?”

“With some lotus biscuits, please,” Fiona gratefully accepted. “Let’s just get some takeaway* tonight. Does fish and chips sound good?”

Flor suddenly stopped in her tracks when she felt the tiny hairs on her arms bristle. She would have brushed it off as some sort of fluke, but then came the dull thud of Fiona’s Wellington boot* when it dropped from her hand and her going into “auror mode” by taking a defensive stance. An unfamiliar draft of a stranger’s magic rushed through their senses. Someone was inside their house.

“Accio bat,” Flor commanded as a cricket bat flew to her hand. Her mind tried to pinpoint where the stranger was.

The tip of Fiona’s wand took on a red glow as she placed herself in front of Flor. “It’s coming from Minako’s room.”

Flor’s stomach dropped. They probably wanted evidence against the family. Wrong move, mate. You won’t find anything useful there.

With Fiona being the auror of the family, she was the one who decided to take the lead on their ambush. They crept up the stairs in their socks, being careful to not step on the spots where the wood would groan. Once they made it under the attic’s entrance where Minako’s room was, Flor was bewildered to hear what sounded like a hurricane going around upstairs and muffled cries of a grown man. A not-so-silent intruder as it turned out.

“What in Merlin’s name?” Did he get caught in one of Minako’s traps? Well, he probably deserved it.

Fiona pulled the string down and as Flor suspected, they were met with gusts of wind and cries for help. The wind actually felt more like a vacuum about to suck them inside the attic. Flor found herself gripping onto Fiona’s arm while her wife clutched the ladder that was hanging from the attic door.

“Somebody, please help me!”

Wait, I know that voice.

“Ambrose, is that you?” Flor shouted from below, the sound of the wind nearly drowning out her voice.

“It is! The mirror won’t let me through!” Ambrose’s aging voice grunted in his grapple with whatever force was causing the wind.

“I’m going up there. Stay here until I give you a signal,” Fiona ordered her as she quickly unfolded the ladder, climbed up the steps, and disappeared into Minako’s room.

“Be careful!” Flor knew better than to argue with her wife about these kinds of things. While she was a well-seasoned dueller herself, Fiona’s combat skills and resourcefulness were more superior due to her profession. She would only slow Fiona down.

From the sounds of their struggle, it seemed that Fiona was getting nowhere in helping Ambrose get out of his predicament. And just as expected, Fiona was quick to call for backup.

“Flor, help us!”

Now it was Flor’s cue to go up. The magic mirror’s vacuum was perfectly capable of bringing her inside the attic faster while going up the ladder, but she wasn’t about to let it pull her too far. Once she made it inside, her hands found nothing to hold on to except for Fiona’s waist.

Flor gaped at the sight. Lo and behold, Headmaster Ambrose was stuck waist-deep in the magic mirror and panic-stricken by how strong the pull was. With both hands, Fiona tightened her hold on his wrinkly arms and the sleeves of his robes. The suction was so strong that it capsized the large vanity, slowly being dragged towards the mirror. The beddings on the alcove bed were askew and the curtains along with its rod looked close to being torn of the wall. It was a good thing that Minako had cleared her shelves and her vanity; otherwise, her belongings would have gone missing, or her room would be more of a mess than it already was.

Flor shook off the initial thought, knowing that just standing aside would do nothing to help. With all of her might, she firmly planted her feet on the floor and gave Fiona and Ambrose a good yank. She wasn’t sure how much that did, but she was sure that she managed to do something. She hauled them in again, her knuckles turning white. And again. Flor’s throat rumbled when she let out a strained grunt. She hastily blew away a loose strand of dark brown hair that stuck to her damp forehead.

They eventually had gotten far enough that Ambrose’s feet were still left inside the glass. They gave him one more tug and the Headmaster’s feet came out with a loud pop. And then the force of the mirror’s pull came to an abrupt halt.

Flor landed on the hardwood floor, the impact knocking the wind out of her for a moment. Fiona was able to catch herself with one palm flat on the floor that lessened the blow after being toppled over. Her other hand currently still had a hold on Ambrose. The Headmaster landed flat on his belly with a wheeze that made both women flinch, and given how old he was, they were afraid that he might have been seriously injured from the scuffle with a mirror.

“Headmaster?” Fiona gently nudged his shoulder. “Are you alright?”

He lives. Ambrose groaned and sat himself on the floor. “Ah, my hip.” He stretched his torso, sighing once an audible crack of his joints was heard.

“Ambrose, what the hell just happened?” Flor’s head frantically whipped back and forth from the Headmaster to the mirror.

Fiona shushed her and helped the old man up to his feet.

“I apologize for the intrusion and for the mess.” Ambrose sighed dejectedly as he fixed his glasses. “I also regret to inform you about some bad news I bear.”

Almost immediately, Flor felt her stomach churn and her heart sink. She wanted to vomit. She knew it was a bad idea to send Minako away!

“No, don’t tell me… She’s…” Flor’s legs turned to jelly as her head felt light.

“Oi, don’t jump to conclusions. He hasn’t said anything about Minako being dead.” Grabbing Flor by the shoulders, Fiona was quick to steer her to Minako’s swivel chair to take a seat.

“That’s right! I don’t know if she’s alive myself,” Ambrose suddenly blurted out.

“What?” Flor’s voice lowered with a growl, curling her fingers inwards that were resting on the arms of the chair. Her nails that scraped the faux leather dug so deep that they left white track marks and were dangerously close to ripping the material open. “What do you mean ‘you don’t know if she’s alive?’”

“Flor—”

“That’s Mrs. Nezumi to you,” Flor replied coldly.

When they first met, a little after the beginning of last summer vacation, Ambrose went from calling her Flordeliza before he eventually started referring to her as Flor. Mrs. Nezumi, while far too formal for her tastes, was a perfectly fitting name to call her at times like these.

“Send her to RSA,” he said! “She’ll be safer there,” he said! Not even a month went by and something already went horribly wrong. If Flor had the curse herself, she would be oozing with ink from her mouth and her skin would be corrupted.

“Please, let me explain everything,” the old man pleaded. Regret filled his eyes.

Flor straightened her posture, a scowl still marring her face. “I’m listening.”

This was turning out to be a disastrous year for the family.

◐ ━━━━━ ºoº Minako ºoº ━━━━━ ◑

Minako won’t be missing the smell of rubbing alcohol in the private infirmary. Her dorm was finally fixed to the best living conditions that it could be thanks to Crewel, and she was excited to see how it looked. She had been treated with the utmost kindness than what she had expected from a supposed villains’ school, but that only applied to Heartslabyul and a portion of the faculty. It was a welcome change of attitude after how difficult her time in Twisted Wonderland had been.

And speaking of kindness, maybe some people were a bit too kind.

“Okay, I’m pretty sure Heartslabyul only sent one gift basket that was from all of us. Where did all of these come from?” Ace scratched his head as he looked at the expanse of the private infirmary. The seats and a portion of the floor were occupied with various baskets decorated in gold and scarlet.

“The rest are from Kalim. He kept sending a gift basket every day until Jamil had to stop him,” Minako said. She sure hoped that Kalim was rich enough to not go broke.

“I swear that boy…” Riddle pinched his brow. “He shouldn’t be throwing around his money so carelessly.”

Cater’s eyes gleamed as he rummaged through one gift basket with folded towels shaped into an elephant as the centrepiece. Various expensive-looking shampoos, bubble bath soaps, and lotions were neatly organized together like pieces of a puzzle. “Ooh, bath bombs!”

“Cater, those gifts aren’t for you,” Riddle scolded him.

“You’re welcome to take the bath bombs. Just leave the pink one for me,” Minako offered.

“And don’t take the food. That’s ours,” Grim added.

Cater pouted playfully. “But the pink one is the best one.”

“Cater,” Riddle warned him.

“I’m kidding!”

Including the gift basket from Heartslabyul, Minako received five gift baskets in total. At least she didn’t have a lot of luggage to move back in her dorm. That was the plus side of getting transported into another world with only the clothes on her back and her wand. Wingardium Leviosa may be one of the most basic charms of the first year in Hogwarts, but it takes practice to focus on more than one as well as prolonging the effects of the spell. She’ll just have to ask for some help to bring all of these to Mugglesworth.

A Heartslabyul student with white rabbit ears seemingly popped out of nowhere and screeched to a halt at the infirmary’s door. “Minako…” A deep breath and a wheeze. “I’ll carry… those for you.”

“Peter, what’s the rush?” Trey asked the rabbit beastman.

“Well, you know him. Peter thinks he’s always late for something,” Ace grumbled and crossed his arms.

“I’d like to help too.” A mouse beastman sleepily poked his head in the door with his hand raised.

I guess I don’t need to ask after all. They were already offering.

Deuce sighed. “There’s only five baskets. We already have enough people to help.”

Minako wasn’t sure why the Heartslabyul students were still trying to get in her good graces. The overblot happened a week ago, and she thought that that would have been old news by now. Oh well, at least taking everything to the dorm would only take one trip.

As they walked from the palace to Mugglesworth, the wind blew the loose strands of her hair against her face. Minako spat when a few stuck to her lips. Looking up, she could see that the trees were gradually becoming brown and brittle on the edges. Her blazer now seemed too thin to keep her warm. The first notes of autumn were here.

Next would be winter. Minako’s hand instinctively reached for her neck, about to adjust a Hogwarts scarf that wasn’t there. Her hand fell dejectedly to her side upon realizing that.

“Autumn is nigh,” Crowley had said to her almost a month ago when he first led her to the former ramshackle of a dorm.

“Autumn is fast approaching,” came Trey’s comment about her pumpkin pasties.

Unlike the other dorms, Mugglesworth didn’t have the benefit of being in an environment that was at a consistent state of a nice spring day (or whatever season the other dorms decided to live in). Mugglesworth was just a part of the campus and not really a pocket dimension that can safely keep any seasonal spells from spreading too far to provide protection from the elements. Hopefully, the new renovations would not disappoint in aiding with that. She did need a coat though lest she freeze once winter hits her like a truck.

Minako beamed at the brand-new banner with the name of her dorm and mouse symbol hanging on a tree. From afar, she could see that the windows were no longer barred with planks of wood, and the tiles were not chipping away. She found Crewel and Radcliffe waiting just outside the dorm as she walked closer to the building. As soon as Crewel spotted them, he raised a sleek brow at the gifts that Minako and the Heartslabyul students had in tow.

“What’s all this?” Crewel gestured to the baskets.

“Kalim kept sending me presents while I was recovering.” Minako smiled dazzlingly, and in response, Crewel pinched his brow, mimicking Riddle’s reaction.

“You know Mr. Asim, Ms. Nezumi?” Radcliffe asked.

“I’ve had lunch with him a couple of times.” Minako decided that nobody needed to know about the fiery incident at the ceremony. She briefly wondered why the “Al-” part of Kalim’s surname was left out.

“Why are we still standing here? Are we going to see our new dorm or what?” Grim hopped on his hind paws impatiently.

“Calm down. You’ll see it in a second.” Crewel dug into his pocket then handed Minako a ring of identical keys. He stepped aside to give her access to the double doors. “Well, shall we?”

Minako couldn’t hold back her gasp as she stepped through the doors. Everything was just so clean! No more splintered or missing pieces of the floorboards, the wallpaper was no longer sagging, the groaning of the wood could not be heard. The colours were made up of muted, earthy tones. Nothing flashy or bright, just a soft and pleasant palette. The blue-and-white striped couches made a nice contrast to the juniper green walls. She could see that the designers made use of the paintings hidden away in the storage room, choosing to hang them up on the dead spaces.

“Professor, Doctor, I don’t know if I can thank you enough for this.” Minako could only think about how meagre her homemade biscuits were as a “Thank You” gift.

Radcliffe chuckled. “A simple thank you will do. Would you like to see your bedroom?”

“Yes, please.”

Their chambers had not one but two twin beds this time. Funnily enough, it looked like a married couple’s bedroom in an old sitcom where the husband and wife would sleep in separate beds. It matched the vintage style of the dorm. Grim happily squealed as he threw himself on the bed that was the farthest from the window, claiming ownership of it. He stretched and yawned, curling himself into a ball to nap.

“Asleep already?” Crewel shook his head.

“At least we know it’s comfy,” Minako giggled. “I hope the ghosts didn’t give you trouble.”

“No, they didn’t. For a bunch of poltergeists, they were well-behaved during the entire renovation process.”

If Minako had to guess, they were probably glad to have new people come over to Mugglesworth when they haven’t had guests in years. The new light fixtures might be another factor. It must be nice for them to not get scared off and cast away by her light spells.

Opening the new wardrobe, Minako was treated to another pleasant surprise. The wardrobe was filled from corner to corner with clothes. It looked bigger on the inside than it did on the outside likely due to a spatial-expansion spell just like the magic in Sam’s shop.

“How cute! Are these all for me?”

“They are. My niece has been looking to donate her old clothes for a while now,” said Radcliffe.

“Niece?” Minako turned to Crewel. “Professor, you have a daughter?”

Crewel looked surprised. “I don’t have children.”

“I’m talking about my husband’s niece,” said Radcliffe.

“I see.” Minako’s cheeks turn pink with embarrassment before she went back to leafing through the clothes. Whoever this girl was, she had good taste. “These look so new for a bunch of hand-me-downs.”

“When you know your stuff with fashion magic, you can enchant clothes to lessen the wear and tear over the years. It’s not permanent, but I can guarantee that those clothes will look as fresh as they do now in about thirty years,” Crewel said.

“How convenient. Can you teach me how to do tha— whoa!” Minako physically stopped when she came across one particular outfit hiding in the deeper part of the wardrobe.

She unhooked it from the rack just to take a good look at it, only to be taken aback by how loud the design was. This was a power suit made by Crewel for sure. The exaggerated pagoda shoulders of the blazer and the contrasting black-and-white ensemble would probably make it easy for someone to stand out in a crowd. It had various sharp angles at the top with a skirt that hugged the waist and legs too much for Minako’s liking.

Radcliffe turned to her brother with a raised brow. “Really?”

“What? Don’t look at me like that, Ann. This is one of my award-winning pieces, and it matches her dorm colours,” Crewel defended.

“I see that, but award-winning doesn’t necessarily mean it’s everyone’s flavour.”

Minako wasn’t going to argue on that. It was a nice outfit, but it really wasn’t her style. Pastels, flowy or fluffy skirts, with a touch of vintage and cottagecore spoke to her more. She kept quiet though because hurting her professor’s feelings was the last thing she wanted.

Still, it’s been a long time since she received clothes that weren’t hand-me-downs let alone designer clothes. She felt butterflies flutter in her stomach. There were a few more animal-themed clothes in the corner of the wardrobe, each one more extravagant than the last and none of which she was interested in wearing.

It’s the thought that counts.

Finally, something caught her eye—a pink faux fur coat. It looked thick and warm, enough to fight the chill of the winter weather. If it weren’t for the fact that fur or animal themes were a staple to Crewel’s work, she wouldn’t have guessed that this more subdued design was his.

Pulling it out from the wardrobe, her suspicions were confirmed when she spotted Crewel’s embroidered signature on the inside of the coat.

“Is it to your liking?” Crewel sounded eager for an answer.

“It’s beautiful!” Minako hugged the coat close to her chest, feeling the softness of the fur.

Satisfied with her answer, Crewel sent a smug smile over to his sister who only rolled her eyes in response.

“Oh, before I forget.” Minako put the coat aside then reached into her canvas bag for the homemade biscuits. Raisin butter for Crewel and ginger nut for Radcliffe, all put into two paper bags and marked with their names. “It’s just my way of saying thank you for all the help you’ve given me.”

The truth is, neither of them had any reason to help her. Minako would even argue that she had given them more trouble than they needed recently.

They both gratefully accepted the gifts. With a grin, Radcliffe peeked inside her bag. “How lovely! I love ginger nut biscuits.”

Bless Sam’s soul for telling Minako their favourite treats. He even made sure to warn her about any allergies that they had.

“Thank you. Raisin butter is my favourite.” Crewel simpered. He didn’t even look inside the bag. Did he know? Minako’s shoulders sagged. Damn it, Sam. That was supposed to be a surprise.

◐ ━━━━━ ºoº Alexis ºoº ━━━━━ ◑

Alexis was fifteen when the family curse first came to light. She was young, too young to even get an internship at St. Mungo’s. And yet, she felt as if she had failed as a healer to see that Minako’s emotional pain had manifested into something deadly.

Not long after finding out about the curse, one particularly bad flare-up sent her into a coma. She was so still, her breathing so slow. Neither Alexis nor her siblings could afford to lose their baby sister, not after losing their parents and their grandmother. It was too much.

Someone from beyond the living must have heard their prayers since Minako had woken up a week later. Not only was she alive, but she looked as healthy as she did before the tragic death of their parents. The family would soon discover that this was how the curse functioned: a happy Minako was stronger than a normal girl her age, whereas a bad mood would make her look and act like a hollow shell of herself.

Minako had described to them what the curse felt like: a thousand hot needles and knives that tore her apart inside and out. Anything and everything that grazed her skin made her feel like she was going to die, but life would not give her the pleasure to do so. Screaming and crying was futile.

She once asked, “Is this what the Cruatious curse feels like?” before Flor shushed her.

Nobody answered her, nobody wanted to. Alexis will admit that that was a little insensitive on their little sister’s part. She might have been twelve at the time, but even at that age Minako was aware that there were certain topics that you shouldn’t touch upon.

Blot, as the family curse was centred around, had a violent nature at its core. That explained why Minako’s emotions had a tendency to fluctuate along with her health. It was easy to make her happy but also just as easy to make her upset. The best days were when Minako could be running a hundred-mile marathon, and the worst days were when she was capable of creating a raging hurricane in her room.

Alexis had done her fair share of research about their ancestors who once carried the curse. Using a combination of Muggle technology and magic, she was recently able to track down their lineage to about two-hundred years in the past. The curse had come from their father’s side of the family it seemed when their ancestors attended Mahoutokoro. Each generation had an abundance of children, ranging from five to ten offspring from each set of parents. However, the only ones that do not have any records of having children were the inheritors of the family curse, which was not surprising because they had all succumbed to debilitation then death shortly after graduating from school. That was not a comforting fact to know in the least.

The one and only exception to a childless, short-lived life went by the name of Akane. She managed to sire a son out of wedlock and presumably lived up to her early forties. But having mothered an illegitimate child who was later discovered to be a Squib, no less, Akane was the black sheep of the family (like she wasn’t already relegated to that since she was the curse-heir at the time). She and all the other inheritors did not have the most pleasant temperaments, at least once they hit puberty. Akane was even reportedly abusive towards her son, constantly throwing explosive fits and verbally beating him down. It got so bad, that Akane had accidentally unleashed her curse upon the entire family, killing everyone except for her child. The one good thing that came out of this was that her son managed to find solace through marrying a childhood sweetheart and eventually changed his surname to Nezumi.

Alexis had to take a long break for herself after learning about that. Minako was once a girl with volatile emotions too as a result of the curse. She didn’t like thinking about Minako being an abuser or dying. She didn’t like how close in resemblance Akane was to Minako and her father when she looked at the antique, yellowed photos. But it plagued her mind to think about what could have been had they left the symptoms of the family curse unchecked like all of their ancestors did.

Alexis and Flor dealt with the monster that Minako was in her preteen years, respectively becoming the carrot and stick to moderate her rapid mood swings. Minako even took on a variety of hobbies to provide some distraction and fostered a better relationship between her and Kento. It somewhat worked, although it took a whole summer to minimize her raging fits and the rest of the school year to help her through a depressive episode.

Maybe it was a bad idea to send her to another world. Minako always had someone that she knew and trusted to help stabilize her moods, like Kikyo and the Scamander twins. What if she can’t control herself on her own? Alexis wanted so badly to trust her sister’s maturity and fortitude, but her worries continued to fester in her mind even as she worked and as she went home.

She was already far enough from St. Mungo’s that Alexis felt safe enough to let her hair extensions break free from the charm she had been wearing all day. Wavy, brown tresses flowed freely, reaching just below her shoulders.

A bit of lip gloss too. Why not? She opened her compact mirror then traced her lips with a glittery, strawberry-flavoured gloss from a plastic tube. She could never be allowed to look like this even today in the Wizarding community. It would be nice to go to work not typically dressed like a man without being harassed.

During her walk back home from the apparition point, Alexis did her usual routine by looking over her shoulder at least five times and keeping one hand in her pocket for easy access to her pepper spray. She can’t risk accidentally leading some stalker to her address. Not again.

She listened attentively, trying not to let the hustle and bustle of London drown out the footsteps of a predator. Look left. Look right. Look behind. Finally, she reached 11 Grimmauld Place, assured that there was nobody following her.

“How could you… what do I … I trusted you!” Flor’s muffled shouting made Alexis freeze as she turned her key in the lock.

Were Ate Flor and Ate Fiona fighting? Wait, no. Neither of them would ever shout if they ever got into a disagreement. Alexis sure hoped that it was nothing serious. Those two rarely fought.

“I’m sorry… shouting won’t help…” A new voice popped up.

Hold the phone, was that Headmaster Ambrose?

Alexis finally felt brave enough to enter the house, quickly and quietly though so that her presence wouldn’t be known. Looking over the corner of the mudroom to peer into the lounge area, her suspicions were confirmed when she saw Ambrose’s azure robes and short grey hair. His head was dipped and downcast as Flor paced around the room. Uh oh, that wasn’t a good sign at all.

“Additionally, I don’t know if this would be of importance to you, but her luggage has also gone missing,” Ambrose said with shame in his tone.

“Her luggage? Why is her luggage missing?” Fiona sat upright in her armchair.

Flor’s pacing came to an abrupt halt, her back in Alexis’ view. Alexis could not see her expression, she didn’t have to see it to know what was going on in her older sister’s head. With the way Flor was inhaling deeply and how her hands would go up to massage her face, it made Alexis’ stomach churn at what unfortunate incident had befallen upon them. Nothing seemed to ever go right with this family.

Flor’s tone sounded eerily calm. “Great, great. Minako is missing and so are her valuables.”

What? Alexis dropped her handbag, making a loud thud. Everyone’s heads jerked to the side in surprise to look at her.

Someone called her name, but she was too shocked to recognize who it was, “Alexis—”

“WHAAAAATTTT?!”

◐ ━━━━━ ºoº Che’nya ºoº ━━━━━ ◑

Che’nya expected that this suitcase would be a lot heavier, but it was as light as air. It was coated with magic, so a spell was likely used to make the luggage feel almost weightless. At least it made his job much easier to do.

He giggled to himself, just thinking about how the faculty had already lost their heads after somebody’s luggage had gone missing. That’s two birds with one stone; causing chaos while making a special delivery.

To whom, you might ask? Why the purr-tty mouse of Night Raven College, Minako Nezumi, of course. Or should he say, the purr-tty mouse of Royal Sword Academy.

Yeah, that plan was stamped on and fell through the floor. Che’nya had a hunch that she would not be welcome by his classmates now that the others know about the blot situation. It was too bad. This is why he was doing this. He might be a troublemaker, but he wasn’t at all heartless. That purr-tty mouse might be happier in NRC.

Invisible to the world, he finally located the dorm where Minako was staying. The door was left wide open to let a couple of tomcats from Heartslabyul in with gift baskets in tow. Che’nya swiftly squeezed himself and the suitcase through the door but not before impishly tugging at a rabbit’s ears. He laughed at how the rabbit beastman flinched and squealed much to the confusion of the others.

Now, where oh where do I hide this? Che’nya drummed his fingers on the leather suitcase. He spotted a more private area away from the living room and side-stepped into the entry. On the cushion of one of the armchairs is where he gingerly placed the luggage, giving it a few good pats. It won’t be long until Miss Mouse finds it.

Che’nya’s keen ears perked up at the sound of footsteps going down the stairs. Oops, that was his cue to go. And he zipped out of the dorm through the window.

◐ ━━━━━ ºoº Minako ºoº ━━━━━ ◑

Minako had thought that the gift-giving frenzy was over for the day. Well, she was dead wrong. Immediately after she gave her own gifts to the Crewel siblings, Crewel pulled an UNO reverse card on her and gifted her a phone. Not even a secondhand phone or even remotely an old model, it was a brand-new phone.

“I doubt that your magic will destroy this one given that all of our technology is run by magic. However, do let me know if you do end up wrecking it,” Crewel said to her before he and Radcliffe left the dorm.

Cater was positively green with envy when he saw Minako with the package in her hands. His eyes nearly bulged out of its sockets. “The new Pomegranate Plus 6? I’ve been saving for one of those for a while now!”

“No way! Don’t those phones cost like a thousand madols?” Ace gaped at the unopened box marked with a sliced pomegranate bleeding juice from its seeds.

Minako chuckled inwardly at how Pomegranate phones were basically the Apple iPhones of Twisted Wonderland. Of course, they took a piece straight out of Greek mythology then made it the icon of their corporate businesses. However, it surprised her that she wasn’t given a phone inspired by the poisoned apple that put Snow White to sleep. They probably existed somewhere.

Riddle crossed his arms, looking unimpressed. “Cater, why would you need another phone, especially if it’s a famously expensive one? If I recall, your current phone works perfectly fine.”

“Aw, but it has all the new features. The new camera has the best editing tools.” Cater continued to ramble on about the benefits of having the newest Pomegranate phone, but Riddle did not seem to care about his reasoning in the least.

“Hey, Minako,” Deuce called from another room. “You left a suitcase in the den.”

Minako raised her brows in her confusion. “Suitcase? I haven’t had a suitcase since I came here.” All she had was her school bag.

Deuce poked his head through the entryway of the den. “But it has your name on it.”

Minako made her way over to him just to check what her friend was talking about. Once Deuce pulled the aforementioned suitcase into her view, she gasped and froze where she stood.

That was indeed her suitcase. Her travelling suitcase that she took on every vacation and on every year going to and leaving Hogwarts. The worn-out edges and black, leather straps decorating the brown outer shell were unmistakable. What was even more damning was her name embossed on the tag that hung from the handle.

“Minako, are you alright?” Trey called out to her with concern.

“Wha— I-I thought I left that back at Hogwarts,” Minako spluttered. Her hands reached out to touch the suitcase just to make sure that it was real. Yup, it was really here.

“I don’t think there’s anything inside it though. It’s really light.” Deuce effortlessly moved the suitcase up and down.

Minako quickly recovered from her shock. “Of course it’s light. It’s been enchanted with an extension charm, so it renders anything and everything inside of it lighter.”

“Wow, you’re really heavy on the vintage aesthetic. That thing looks ancient,” Ace snidely remarked.

“Shush, my sister-in-law gave it to me.” Thank you, Ate Fiona for making her trips to Hogwarts much easier. Minako pulled the latches up and opened the suitcase. “I better check if my things are still here.”

You would think that a bunch of boys who grew up with magic their entire lives would be placid in seeing Minako sink her entire body in that tiny suitcase. Apparently, they were not.

“What are you so surprised about? Your world has extension charms too!”

“They don’t extend that much!” The boys argued.

◐ ━━━━━ ºoº Kento ºoº ━━━━━ ◑

Kento leaned back on his office chair, blowing his newly turquoise-dyed fringe away from his face. Why did the job market have to dry up so quickly? Of all the jobs he managed to snag, it was this boring desk job at the Ministry.

As a kid, watching his older sister honing her newly discovered powers made him hope for a life with excitement and adventures. He expected to grow up to become some kind of hero like Percy Jackson or the legendary Harry Potter, but his hopes were crushed as soon as he was sorted into Ravenclaw.

I should have taken Care for Magical Creatures, he thought. Magical creatures were cool, but Kento at the time didn’t have the guts to approach things that were huge and volatile. That subject was more meant for Minako who was brave enough (or was it stupid enough?) to go and pet a buck wild, fifteen-foot Occamy.

Academically, Kento was the weakest in the family and that continued to persist in his Hogwarts years. So, why was he put in Ravenclaw? Sure, he made the most of his time there by practising his Charms, but the bronze eagle at the common room entrance gave him hell for seven years all because he couldn’t answer the riddles correctly. No, he did not know what has a mouth but can’t chew. (Some bastard Ravenclaw senior rolled his eyes at Kento when he was only eleven and correctly stated that the answer was “a river.”)

At least the one good thing that came out of all of this was getting to work at a cubicle right next to her. Big-hearted, blonde, and cute—his girlfriend, Ofelia never failed to bleed colour into his dreary days at the office.

Right on the dot, Ofelia’s hand outstretched above their mutual cubicle wall holding a box of Ribena like she did every few days. Kento gratefully accepted it with a whisper of a, “Thank you.” He would kiss her if it weren’t for the strict PDA rules. Back then he wouldn’t mind getting fired, but the nosey behaviour of the magical community forced the Nezumis to be on their best behaviour.

A five-minute break was much needed. The stack of letters on his desk kept piling up, no matter how fast he toiled away on his desk. He lamented every screech of the owls swooping in with envelopes bound with twine, and would pray that those documents would not land next to him.

The last four deliveries went to Kento. He was beginning to think that this was all a prank when he started to pick up on the giggles and smirks of his co-workers, but he didn’t have any proof that most of the work was being shoved onto him. Not to mention his older sister has been fretting over how the smallest slip-up could ruin their family’s welfare. He couldn’t risk making a potentially false accusation.

Kento tore the plastic straw from the juice box with a snap from the adhesive gluing them together. He shook the box around then poked his straw through the hole. He barely even got to enjoy a sip of the sweet, blackcurrant flavour when an owl descended upon them in the office. Oh, no, no, no! Kento grimaced at the thought of having to work overtime if any more paperwork landed on his desk. He hid his face in his hands as if his pathetic hiding place could protect him from an owl’s heightened senses.

Ofelia curiously peered over their shared wall to talk to him, probably to insist that he give half of his paperwork for her to work on again. But before he could deny her help for the umpteenth time, she asked him, “Kento, isn’t that your owl?”

Kento looked up from his hands and the dread lifted from his chest when his family’s beloved snowy owl dived to his desk, a letter in her talons.

“Oh, thank Merlin. You’re a sight for sore eyes, Snowdrop.” Kento fondly scratched Snowdrop’s head, and she cooed in response. “Is that a letter for me?”

Snowdrop stepped aside and fluttered over to rest on Kento’s shoulder, leaving the letter free from her grip. Kento’s name was written on the back of the envelope in Fiona’s handwriting. With the lack of cellphone service in any magical-dominant areas, wizards resorted to written letters delivered by owl. However, it’s not like anyone can send letters to you while you’re busy at work every day, let alone every few hours like you’re sending text messages. Kento would usually get at least one letter from home every month since he started working, and he seldom sent letters to his family these days.

Kento thought nothing of what was written in the letter as he opened the wax seal. It was probably just a request for him to shop for a few things in Diagon Alley.

He adjusted the position of his spectacles then he started reading it, or… skimming was a more accurate way to describe it. Blame his short attention span, but the phrases FAMILY EMERGENCY and Minako went missing was enough to set off the alarm bells in his head.

“Shit, shit, shit!” The vulgarity of his words prompted the perplexed and annoyed faces of his co-workers to look up.

“What? What happened?” Ofelia stepped out of her cubicle.

“Family… emergency… got a lot of work to do!” Kento was aware that he was a mess. Snowdrop frantically flapped her wings as he scrambled to collect his things. Of course his family meant more to him than his job, which meant that he would and should clock out a bit early, but he did promise Flor that he wouldn’t get in trouble at work.

“I’ll cover for you. You already had overtime for the past three days.” Ofelia seized him by his shoulders. It was in no way an offer but a demand. No ifs, ands, or buts.

(Once this shitshow was over, Kento was going to treat his girlfriend for dinner even if he had to spend every galleon from his hard-earned paycheck.)

His manager was a fair woman and understood the urgency of his family crisis. Therefore, she was kind enough to let him go an hour before he was supposed to clock out. Disapparating from the office with Snowdrop and appearing at the nearest Apparition point to Grimmauld, he forwent his usual habit of looking over his shoulder for any potential stalkers as he sprinted all the way home. In his defence, no one in his family has been pursued by any nefarious miscreants since the end of July and Snowdrop was capable of pecking someone’s eyes out if anyone in the family was in danger.

Once 11 Grimmauld Place came into view, Kento skidded to a halt and nearly tumbled into a mud puddle. He shoved his key into the lock and barged through the door without much thought.

“What the fuck happened?!”

In the living room, startled heads turned to look at him and Snowdrop. His entire nuclear family was here. Well, almost everyone. He came all the way here because of her.

And Ambrose was here too? Maybe that wasn’t the most surprising thing of all since he was the man who promised to take care of Minako while she was at that flowery prince academy. Keyword: promised.

“You.” Kento pointed an accusing finger at the Headmaster. “What happened to our sister?”

“Manners!” Alexis frowned, none too pleased at the delivery of his line.

Kento glanced over at Flor seated far back on the rocking chair, her fingers massaging her temple. He imagined that she must have exhausted herself from being cross over the situation. All because of the family curse following Mom and Papa’s passing, Minako received the most mother-henning from their older sister.

Ambrose often kept his posture straight with an affable smile on his face, but now his shoulders were sagging, and his expression was full of shame. Kento almost felt bad for nearly losing his temper at him. Almost.

Fiona beckoned him over. “Sit, sit. You’re going to have a lot in.”

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There were cartons and paper bags full of fried halibut, chips, onion rings and scallops. So much food that was ordered, and yet nobody was eating.

Except for Kento. He was shamelessly helping himself to the untouched fish and chips. Look, Minako being missing for weeks was as serious as it sounded, but the panic and running all the way from the Apparition point whet his appetite.

“You must understand. When travelling mirrors break, they can be difficult to put back together, so they’re often replaced with a new mirror. But you are all aware that your mirror and my own cannot simply be replaced.” There was the slightest hint of annoyance with the way Ambrose explained their current predicament, but he still maintained the patience of a saint. Kento had to applaud the Headmaster for that because he hated repeating himself too, especially if he had to explain how he fucked things up.

“Because they’re the only replicas that can travel to different worlds,” Kento suddenly spoke up, mouth full of chips. Bad idea. The food ended up getting caught in the base of his esophagus, so he tried to force it down with a pound of his fist against his chest.

“Correct.” Ambrose poured Kento a glass of water as if he was rewarding him. “I didn’t want to risk breaking your mirror once mine was repaired, so I had to wait until most of the blot subsided in the Bridge between our realms. Even so, I was losing time and I had to come to you.”

Alexis perked up from resting her cheek on her fist. “Wait, what about that hand mirror that Minako was supposed to contact us with?”

“Gone missing, just like our sister and her luggage.” Like the sound of a slow ticking of a clock, Flor retracted her fingers from the arm of her chair then rhythmically drummed them against the fabric. Slow, tense, the temperature was lowering. Big sis may not look like she had the energy to throw a fit right now, but Kento still kept his guard up.

“Those hand mirrors are also particularly hard to come by these days,” Ambrose admitted. Ah, time was a cruel thing.

“And that entire fiasco with having to pull you out of the mirror was because the space between realms was still caked with a bit of blot,” Fiona chipped in.

Flor ran her fingers through her hair that had all but loosened from her braid. If Kento didn’t know any better, he’d think his sister would look like a cranky single mother. She let out an exasperated sigh. “Just what was she so upset about that she pretty much damaged our only means to get to her?”

“I don’t think she meant to do that,” said Fiona.

“Definitely not. I guess she was a lot more anxious about transferring schools than we thought.” Alexis nervously bounced her leg with the speed of a rabbit’s foot. “She’s been getting better at hiding her emotions.”

“Do you think she got into a row with someone before she left and didn’t make up?” Fiona suggested.

And the shock and betrayal that Kento felt when everyone in the room side-eyed him. Even Snowdrop was staring at him! He was wounded deeply.

“Hey, we didn't fight!” he defended, but then he stopped. “I think…”

Kento and Minako once had a famously hostile sibling rivalry when they were young, but he would like to think that they got along much better now that they’re older. (It helped to know that upsetting his younger sister will always end in pain.) That is not to say they didn’t fight anymore. Their spats still ran deep almost like it was second nature to fight when it came to their relationship.

Oh, God. Did he offend her somehow? Maybe he said something unintentionally hurtful. Maybe it was because he ate the last ube cream donut. The intrusive thoughts continued to race in his mind, and Kento sank in his chair out of guilt.

“In any case,” Flor began, “I think it’s time we stop sitting on our asses and actually start clearing the way.” She continued, muttering the last bit as she brandished her wand, “I’m going to shine my Patronus so hard that those blotlings go blind then tear up everything and everyone in my path to find her.”

I can’t believe this woman was sorted into Hufflepuff. Flor was loyal and hardworking for sure, but her dedication to the family was Minako’s Slytherin-like level of deadly.

“Y-yes, I suppose we shouldn’t waste any more time.” A bead of sweat rolled down Ambrose’s wrinkly temple. An esteemed and sometimes humorous Headmaster of a well-renowned school was now following the commands of an ordinary witch that was Ate Flor.

Just like mom. Flor was the spitting image of her too, and Minako was well on her way to become a more cunning version of their mother.

The women in the Nezumi family are to be feared.

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Bonus: (You can decide whether this scene is canon or not)

◐ ━━━━━ ºoº Ace ºoº ━━━━━ ◑

It took a powerhouse of a magician or two along with a large amount of time to make an extension the size of a large room let alone a pocket dimension. The spacious expanses of land in the other dorms most certainly did not take one day or even two days to finish, and you still needed a bigger object than just Minako’s suitcase to shove all of that magic in.

By all accounts, the space inside Minako’s suitcase should be too unstable to exist. And yet, Ace found himself and the others following their eccentric, otherworldly friend inside her suitcase. He might never understand how magic worked where she came from.

Minako had no right to make going inside the suitcase look so easy because the minute Ace had put his second foot in, it couldn’t find the solid ground unlike his other foot. It startled him so much that he lost his balance and fell right through the chute like the girl who fell down the rabbit hole. At least his landing was cushioned by the unexpectedly spongy floor. When his vision cleared soon after his fall, he found himself looking up at the ladder going down the chute and Minako’s laughter. He missed that by a mile.

“O-oh, my god! A-are you… ha, ha, ha! Are you—” Minako couldn’t even finish her sentence as she dissolved into a pile of laughter. Ace grumbled and shot a baleful look at her.

The next person wasn’t much better at finding the ladder himself, prompting Ace to roll out of the way when Deuce plummeted from the chute into the landing area with a scream.

“Dumbass, did you seriously go in head first coming in here?” Ace jeered.

Offended, Deuce shot back, “You fell down too! I was checking to see if there was some kind of ladder…” His face turned red. “…then I fell.”

“Sorry, there isn’t much I can do to widen the entrance. The best that we could do was make the landing soft in case if you miss the ladder,” said Minako.

Suddenly, there was a shout from outside the suitcase, “Look out below!”

With a whoop and childlike glee, Cater plunged down the chute. The force of his fall was so strong that it sent Ace, Deuce, and Minako bouncing off to the side on the spongified floor. He shook his hair around as he came down from his adrenaline high then he gleefully looked around.

“There’s so much space. You could practically live in here,” he said.

“I’ve definitely tried camping in here before. My sister freaked out when she couldn’t find me since I forgot to tell her,” Minako recalled.

Next came Trey and Riddle who were the only ones who managed to find the ladder and go down as carefully as they could. Boring. Their reactions were lukewarm. Okay, maybe not completely lukewarm. Ace had noticed that the ladder had large gaps in between the steps, and seeing Riddle struggling to find his footing on the next rung managed to get a few chuckles out of him. Minako was even more of a pipsqueak than the dorm leader. How does she even climb up and down that thing on the regular?

“Boys, welcome to my suitcase,” said Minako. Those are words that Ace would never think he would hear, but considering it was his weird witch friend, it didn’t surprise him that much.

Minako went on to describe her suitcase as more of a mobile Room of Requirement rather than a walk-in closet, whatever that meant. Ace didn’t expect there to be different rooms to separate her clothes, books, and even a potion lab marked with a neon yellow Keep Out sign. What caught his interest the most were the three brooms displayed on the rack.

It caught Deuce’s attention too, drawing his attention like a flame to a moth. “You fly these?”

“Yeah, my older brother’s great at making fast-flying broomsticks, but that Firebolt Supreme is top-notch,” Minako boasted a little, pointing to an ash wood broom with metal crossbars that Ace was going to assume are foot rests. Those weren’t normally found on brooms that he’s seen before. There were little nicks on the handle here and there telling him that it was well-used but still seemed to be in great condition and regularly cared for.

“Your brother makes brooms? Do you play Magical Shift?” Ace asked.

“I don’t know what Magical Shift is, but I play a little bit of Quidditch.”

“What’s Quidditch?” Deuce asked.

“You don’t know what Magical Shift is?” Trey gaped.

“Different worlds, remember?” Minako deadpanned.

Next, Ace spotted a desk in the corner of the suitcase that was uncharacteristically messy for someone like Minako. He walked over to it. Piles of books with foreign codes were left open, pieces of parchment were haphazardly left lying around or crumpled up on not just the desk but the floor as well, and there were empty bottles of ink that desperately needed to be thrown out.

Among the ink and papers, Ace found a gaudy mesh of colours that did not blend well at all with the “aesthetic of the suitcase. He gently pulled it out only to find out that it was a long, rainbow scarf.

Ace wasn’t a fashion guy, but his eyes work and can clearly see that there was too much going on with this apparel. “Ugh, how tacky.”

“Who are you callin’ tacky?!”

Ace let out an ear-piercing shriek and immediately threw the scarf to the ground, crawling away like he had come into contact with a spider. Gaping at the flashy accessory, he watched as the multicoloured fabric suddenly form a mouth and a pair of eyes.

What. The. Fuck?

“Ace, what’s going on over there?” Riddle sounded more annoyed than concerned for him.

“It talked!”

“Hey now, that wasn’t very nice. Can someone get me off the floor?” the scarf asked.

And then came the most jarring phrase of the day that came out of Minako’s mouth, “Oh, I see you’ve met the Scarf of Sexual Preference.”*

…

“The fucking what?”

◐ ━━━━━ ºoº ━━━━━ ◑

Notes:

*Contacting Pendant: SPOILERS FOR FUTURE EVENT!!! In the Endless Halloween night event (still exclusively in the JPN server for now), the boys on the rescue mission to retrieve the missing students were equipped a mirror pendant in order to easily contact the faculty through the hand mirror that have in their possession. Yes, it's a reference to the mirror from Beauty and the Beast. The mirror and pendant are apparently antique contacting devices long before phones took over.

*Knackered: British slang for tired.

*Takeaway: The British term for takeout food.

*Wellington boot: Also known as wellies. They are what Americans call galoshes (rubber boots) that are worn over the shoes to protect them from rain or mud.

*Ribena: A British blackcurrant beverage. I learned about this drink through Florence Pugh's mukbang video. I've never had it before, but I hear that if you get it from a bottle you have to mix the drink with water. In the video, Florence drank her Ribena from a juice box, so I'm guessing that you don't have to mix it with water when it comes in a box (otherwise what was the straw for?)

*Scarf of Sexual Preference: If you have watched the AVPM (A Very Potter Musical) series, then you know what this reference is.

Fun Facts:

The pomegranate phone is a small reference borrowed from Lore Olympus.

The actress, Emma Thompson, played both Sybil Trelawney from Harry Potter and the Baroness from Cruella. I was a bit shocked to find that out. Her acting range is amazing.

Sorry for the wait! I had a lot of family events going on and July is just filled with birthdays and family visitations. I also struggled to write how the chemistry functioned with the faculty as well the rest of the family's thoughts on the predicament. However, I did have a lot of fun writing the further development with Minako's ties with Crewel siblings.

And while I know that the MC was forced to rough it when it came when they got stranded in Twisted Wonderland, Minako in particular will be treated more nicely here by the staff and close friends. Yes, I know protagonists have to suffer, but Minako's health and everyone else's safety hinges on the stability of her emotions. They're not just going to ignore the safety precautions when they know about the consequences. But I would like to let you know that the curse won't be letting up anytime soon and that some of those who don't know Minako that well or her curse will probably subject her to some piss poor treatment.

Finally, what did you all think of the Nezumi family?

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maluminspace · 5 years ago

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5SOS FIC WRITERS COLLAB

Welcome to our first fic collab!

First of all, a quick introduction... Steff and I gathered together a group of really talented writers and gave them a choice of quote prompts. We all voted and decided on one. We then generated a bunch of AU options for each member of 5sos and the ships. Everyone chose at least one AU to write. The only rule was that it had to include the quote prompt and so everyone went away to write whatever their hearts desired.

For this event the prompt was:

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I have no idea what I’m doing. I almost never do.”

We’ve gathered everyone’s fics below.

All fics will be posted on May 12th at 5pm GMT/12 noon EST/9am WST. I will link them all at that time 💖

Please note: smut is marked with a * also check each individual fic for warnings of any explicit and/or potentially triggering content.

We hope you all enjoy all of these wonderful fics, please be sure to let each author know how much you loved what they wrote by liking/reblogging/commenting and don’t forget to reblog this Masterlist so that more people can read them all :)

Luke

Vampire - Laura @maluminspace

Bar* - Jex @5sosnsfw

Blackout/power outage* - Anna @punkrockpreferences

Calum

Royalty* - Julia @castaway-cashton

Sugardaddy/baby - Sara @spicycal

Doctor/Nurse - B @gigglyirwin

Ashton

Post Apocalypse - Lau @sexgodashton

Office - Alma @5-secondsofcolor

Friends to Lovers - Ty @mysticalhood

Baker - Claire @mermaidcashton

Michael

Bookstore - Abigail @koalacal

Roadtrip - Alma @5-secondsofcolor

Photographer - Lauren @loveroflrh

Malum

A/B/O* - Jex @5sosnsfw

Summer Camp - Lauren @calumsmermaid

Single Parent - Laura @maluminspace

Teacher - Raye @wildmichaelflower

Muke

Witchcraft - Amara @goth5sos

Animal Shelter - Steff @h0tsos

Body Swap* - Lau @sexgodashton

Mashton

Demon* - Becky @fallinluke

University/College - Jae @jae-writes-fanfiction

Roommates* - Claire @mermaidcashton

Tattoo Shop - Seb @queer-5sos

Cake

Soulmates - Alicia @adoringlrh

Ice Cream Shop* - Tanya @pinkbubbles-and-bigtroubles

Fake Dating - Shalom @shal-pal

Firefighter* - Sarah @sublimehood

Cashton

Angel* - Lucy @cashtonasfuck

Flower Shop - Sara @kingcals

Blind Date - Laura @irwinkitten

Mechanic* - Sarah @spicycal

Lashton

Ghost - Jae @jae-writes-fanfiction

Coffee Shop - Lucy @cashtonasfuck

Lashton Bad Boy - Helen @calumcest

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5sosfanfictioncatalogue · 1 year ago

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Dad!Ashton Masterlist

A Dad For Christmas (ao3) - sourscarlets Luke/Ashton, Michael/Calum T, 17k

Summary: Since the age of three all Ashton's daughter has wanted for Christmas was another father so her dad could be happy. Her Christmas wish comes in the form of a toy store owner that might just be what they were looking for.

Come On Skinny Love, Just Last The Year (ao3) - senioritastyles Calum/Ashton G, 4k

Summary: "Daddy!" Evan calls, eyes wide as he looks just past Ashton.

Ashton barely has time to turn around before his cart crashes into someone else's, his distracted walking leading him right into the collision. He looks up to apologize as Evan quietly giggles next to him, somewhat hiding behind Ashton's legs, and Ashton is met with warm dark brown eyes and golden skin and a smiling stranger who doesn't seem even remotely miffed at Ashton. The stranger is beautiful really, it's the only way Ashton can think to describe him as he fumbles trying to find his voice.

Or: Ashton is a single dad and he meets Calum by chance.

Daisy (ao3) - boomerluke Luke/Ashton M, 121k

Summary: The last thing Luke expects when he wakes up hungover in the bed of his latest one-night stand is to come face to face with a freaking kid. But there she is all wild curls, thumb-sucking, and nonstop questions. Luke can't get out of there fast enough.

Ashton isn't the type to have one-night stands. He's a parent, after all. It was a mistake, and it won't happen again. At least that's what he tells himself when he comes back from his shower to find the naked college kid still in his bed, arguing with Daisy.

They couldn't be more opposites. At 25, Ashton has the responsibilities of two parents, raising his daughter and trying to pretend like he has everything figured out. At 21, Luke is a self-proclaimed Grindr god who doesn't care about anyone or anything but himself. So why is the universe (with the help of Michael and Crystal) so hell-bent on seeing them together?

Drum Drum - @daydadahlias (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) T, 3k

Summary: Debbie, Arlette, and Lisa watch drumming videos of their friend, Ashton, from Craft Club.

Hot for Teacher (ao3) - FayeHunter Michael/Luke T, 1k

Summary: Michael doesn’t want to be up this early bringing his niece to school. At least the teacher is hot

i promise i'll keep you safe (ao3) - orphan_account implied Calum/Ashton N/R, 681

Summary: “Promise?” The young girl asked, raising her head of his chest to look at him in the eyes to make sure he was telling the truth. He nodded and kissed her forehead. “I promise, Kiddo. As long as I’m around, you will always be safe.”

where calum and ashton have adopted an anxious and emotionally broken five year old girl, and one night, she gets scared by a storm and crawls into ash and cal's bed, where ash comforts her and calum sleeps like a baby beside them.

Lily (ao3) - im_just_a_sucker_for_bromance Michael/Luke E, 49k

Summary: Luke and Michael, they used to be boyfriends, lovers and each other’s world. Michael did not know whether those things really existed but he used to think Luke was his soulmate and that they completed each other; that was until Luke left without saying anything. After many years, Luke had decided to come back home but he did not come alone; he brought along a cute little girl, named Lily. When he suddenly came across Michael, the feelings that he had forgotten started to come back. Will he be able to ignore them? Or let his heart decide for him? Although many years passed, Michael had never really been able to be with anyone else because his heart has always beat for Luke. Meeting Luke again was like a second chance to save what had been lost; he wanted to get close to Luke. Will Luke allow him into his world again? Or was it just him and Lily?

never be (ao3) - radiance OT4 G, 4k

Summary: luke, calum, michael and ashton all work on the hemmings' farm during the summer.

Smudges of Love (ao3) - larryologymajor G, 2k

Summary: 5SOS oneshot...single dad!Ashton au Luke thinks Ashton and his daughter are lonely, so he does something about it.

(Or the time Luke got Ashton's toddler daughter the best birthday gift ever!)

Take Custody Of My Heart (ao3) - ghouluke Luke/Ashton M, 18k

Summary: Luke, a child custody lawyer, takes on the case of Ashton, a scared single father, who after a rocky divorce with his ex-wife, is fighting for custody over his daughter, Lily.

take my hand, now and forever (don't ever let go) - @sup3rbloom (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor) Calum/Ashton T, 9k

Summary: Ashton is a single parent who's not had good luck with dating ever since his son was brought into his life. Then, he meets Calum, who's the first guy who's ever shown interest in him and his son.

Trouble Is I Can't Find A Way (You're Part of Me) (ao3) - sunsetmagnolia Luke/Ashton, Michael/Calum T, 24k

Summary: Ashton didn’t know what to make of the thought that Luke was here. In his city. After all the effort he’d put into making sure they were a whole country away from each other for so many years.

Where the Heart Is (ao3) - LyricalPary (hoseoky) Luke/Ashton, side Michael/Calum E, 86k

Summary: By the time that Ashton Irwin is twenty-seven years old, he's already a widower and a father of three. After his third nanny quits on him, he comes to the conclusion that life in general doesn't seem to like him very much—that is, until his luck turns around when he discovers a particular nanny by the name of Luke H.

The question now is, can a twenty-two year old man with mile-long legs and a smile made of gold really be the super nanny that Ashton needs?

Perhaps so.

you're the thing that i can't quit (ao3) - lucasfletcher Calum/Ashton T, 2k

Summary: “So, you’ve got the hots for your son’s football coach?” Michael asks from the other side of the bar, leaning on his elbows and blowing his gum in Ashton’s face annoyingly. “Shh, Michael,” Ashton looks around to make sure no one’s close enough to hear them. “And who the fuck even says ‘got the hots’ anymore?” “So you do!” he pauses and a grin takes over his features. “Also fuck you I can say whatever I want.”

or, the super cute cashton one

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drawlfoy · 4 years ago

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Wonders of Ohio - P.7

masterlist (catch up with the series here!)

request guidelines (yes i am taking them!)

pairing: draco x reader

request: no! this is my original idea

summary: american high school senior is in for a surprise when her family takes on a foreign exchange student with a mysterious past.

warnings: teen drinking, mentions of an armed robbery, language, a brief hospital visit, and descriptions of illness

a/n: hey. so. this is definitely where stuff starts to go down. thanks so much for waiting...i have so many more things planned for this series and i’m thrilled to see it come together the way that it is right now. thank you very much for reading and thank you for your patience!

taglist: @gruffle1 @missmulti @cleopatera @hahaboop @accio-rogers @geeksareunique @eltanin-malfoy @war-sword @cams-lynn @itsivyberry @ayo-cowbelly @nerd-domland @yesnerdsblog @shizarianathania @evanstanfanatic @strawberriesonsummer @hariosborn @night-ving @straightzoinked @imintoodeeptostop @icintliviinyiniilsiji @erisdogwood @loveissupernatural

word count: 6k

song recs:

murders - miracle musical

pink in the night - mitski

always, forever - cults

ice dance - ashton gleckman

enjoy!

Y/N should’ve felt cold when she awoke on the wet pavement. Despite a figure looming over her and blocking out most of the rain, the back of her neck and body was drenched in the cool water from the puddle to her right. It was easily in the mid 40s at this point in the evening, something that would ordinarily make her toes curl and her figure tremble, but it felt...different.

She felt like her insides had been scorched, like she’d downed an entire pitcher of boiling hot water. Every movement she made hurt--right down to wiggling her fingertips and her eyes. Her body was exhausted. If she hadn’t known any better, she would’ve thought that she’d just finished running a marathon in hell.

“Can you hear me?” A posh British voice cut through her musings as the figure above her came into focus.

Draco.

“Yeah. Was there a fire?” Her words left her throat painfully, scratching their way up her vocal chords.

“Er...what do you remember?”

She squeezed her eyes shut. The memories of the night slowly began trickling back--she’d done Draco’s tie, told him to watch his drink, argued with Chad about how funny he was, and walked to...Oh, yeah. The antique store. The box. The stars inside of her.

She flinched. “I fainted. I’m sorry. That was really stupid of me.”

“What?” Draco shifted back, the light from the front of the antique store catching his face. There were lines in his forehead that she’d never seen before. “Why?”

“I didn’t eat enough today,” said Y/N. Speaking was starting to feel less and less like lighting her trachea on fire. “I was really nervous and I lost my appetite. I’m an easy fainter.”

He cleared his throat. “Er, okay. Yeah. That was it. Anyways, we have to get home. You need to, uh, eat.”

“Okay.”

Y/N allowed herself to be hauled up onto her feet, swaying slightly once her full weight was on her feet. Her sense of gravity felt like it had been loosened. With every step, she felt pulled to the ground from a different part of her core.

“Steady. Don’t fall.” By some miracle, once Draco’s hands were gently guiding her shoulders, she was able to make her way to the backseat of Heather’s car before she collapsed.

“Where are we going?” asked Y/N. Despite no longer feeling like she was near death, her head was still cloudy.

“Home,” was all Draco said as he slid in on the other side of the car.

She didn’t bother putting on her seatbelt--she still felt like she was about to keel over--and rested her head on the car window. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Draco open the passenger car door for a moment, pause, shut it, and instead tug open the door across from her and slide in.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

“My insides feel like they’re on fire.” Y/N winced as she tried to shift and get the weight off of her neck. “I think I’m sick.”

“No shit, Sherlock,” said Heather from the front, her eyes catching Y/N’s from the mirror. “You were just laying down in the middle of a rainstorm. Go home and take some Zi-cam or something, jesus.”

Y/N tried to chuckle in response, but it came out as a sorry squeak instead. No one made a move to further comment on the evening’s events as Heather pulled onto the freeway and began to gain speed. The sudden lurches and changes of speed in the car set Y/N’s stomach into a churning frenzy, her head growing light again.

“Draco.”

Her voice was so soft it was hardly audible--the syllables jumbled together on her lips in a quiet mess--but he immediately snapped to attention.

“What is it?”

She took a deep breath. “I think I’m going to be sick.”

“For the love of god, at least try and hold it until we get off the freeway.”

“Shut up, Heather,” said Draco. Y/N couldn’t help but feel the slightest twinge of satisfaction as he rolled his eyes and turned his attention back on her. “Is it the motion? Are you sick from that?”

“I don’t know,” she managed.

He sighed. “Helpful.”

“Dick.”

Draco frowned at her, but she could see the slightest twinkle of amusement in his eye. “Can you move into the middle seat for me? Do you need help?”

Once Y/N had scooted over from her side, he leaned away from her and pointed up to the sunroof above them. “Go ahead and count all the lights that you can see in the sky. I promise it’ll make you feel better. Just keep your head pointed up.”

She tilted her head back. The night sky was largely gloomy, but the flickering lights of the planes that dove in and out of clouds provided some glowing dots. As she counted, Heather hit the fog strips and nearly threw her back into her original seat. She felt a warm hand wrap around her wrist and gently grip, the long fingers completely encircling it.

Y/N blinked. The nausea was gone. “What are you, a sorcerer or something?” she joked, not expecting to see Draco so frozen at the comment. “Kidding. I just feel better already. Thank you.”

He nodded and turned away to look out the window. His soft grip on her hand was long gone, and Y/N took Heather’s slightly uncoordinated driving as a cue to slide back into her seat and buckle up.

“If you really need to puke,” said Heather, “I have a Target bag back somewhere under the passenger seat. Please avoid the seats. They’re authentic vegan leather.”

“I don’t think that’s a thing.”

“Just don’t throw up, okay?”

Y/N was in Art History when it happened. The chills began, so intense and teeth-chattering that her teacher took one look at her and sent her immediately to the nurse. Sylvia offered to walk her, but she was only allowed to under the condition that she avoid all physical contact with her and sanitized each surface that Y/N touched. It was a wonder she made it to the first floor office--each step felt heavier than the last, and from the beginning she felt moments from simply passing out.

A temperature check revealed that she had a mild fever--100.3 F, to be exact--and a call home resulted in her mother’s full voicemail box and the remembrance that her parents were out for the week.

“Can someone else drive you?” Nurse Hazelwood asked as she stepped away to douse her hands in hand sanitizer. “I don’t think you should get yourself home in this state.”

After some deliberation, it was decided that Sylvia would take her home and call someone for a ride back. It was a bit overkill--but she didn’t know what else to do.

“And can you make sure Draco has a ride home today?” Y/N asked as they pulled into the driveway of the Y/L/N home.

“Stop stressing so much, dude.” Sylvia took the keys out of the ignition to give her an expectant look. “You’re sick. Go inside and make some soup or something. I’m sure your boyfriend will figure it out.”

“Now I really am gonna be sick,” said Y/N as she rolled her eyes.

The rest of her afternoon was a blur. Y/N tried to force down some chicken soup, but it took all her might to keep it from coming right back up. It was safe to say her appetite was gone.

After a failed attempt at walking up the stairs to crawl into bed, she collapsed onto the couch. The last thing she remembered was the sound of footsteps outside the front door.

Y/N hadn’t been to the hospital since she had to get stitches in middle school. Then, all she did was lie back in the chair and try to shut her eyes as the needle wove in and out of her torn thigh (bad bike accident, in case anyone was curious). But now was different.

Her eyes hurt to open, like someone had thrown soap in them and the very line where her two lids met were lined with knives. Everything inside of her was on fire--a manic, all-consuming fire that made it impossible for her to keep anything down.

The nurses and doctors were no help--not like Y/N actually had her eyes long enough to see any of them--but their voices were enough to let her know what was going on.

“Fever of 104--”

“Can’t keep anything down--”

“Severely dehydrated--”

“Tested negative for everything we tried--”

“Never seen anything like this before--”

“No viruses were detected--”

“Not mono--”

As she wove in and out of consciousness, one fact stuck in her mind: I think I might die here. Something is very wrong.

When she did dream, images of the box she picked up plagued her mind. The symbol, etched lightly into the black top, glowed menacingly in her hands. Open it, open it something around her urged, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t.

It was during one of these dreams that her world suddenly shifted back to her hospital room. She was suspended above her body, looking down at the tangle of IVs and various other wires that imprisoned her...but she wasn’t alone.

The dim lighting and darkness outside confirmed her suspicion that it was indeed late at night. A figure, tall and slim, was sitting to her left. It was whispering something unintelligible as it gently took her hand and squeezed.

If Y/N could scream, she would’ve. The sudden pull back to her body was so strong that she was yanked across the room so she just barely hovered over her corporeal form. She could feel a grip, steady and firm, wrapped around her hand as a rush of cool ran through her. Each breath, each pulse, each heartbeat pulled her back to herself. It felt like a bucket of water had been poured over--into--her, extinguishing the flames that were eating away the inside of her.

The figure’s whispering finally came to an end as she settled back into her physical body. Before she drifted off to a peaceful slumber, a familiar voice rose above the quiet whispers.

“I’m sorry.”

“Y/N!”

Her eyes shot open to see her mother, heavy eye bags and all, standing over her bed. “Hi Mo-”

“You scared me half to death!” Mrs. Y/L/N interrupted, placing her hand on her forehead. “No fever. Thank god. You know, when you were a baby, you were horribly ill with…”

Y/N sat and pretended she was listening as she relinquished in the fact that she was awake, she was here. The fire inside of her was long gone, replaced with the familiar...whatever was there before. Nothing? Maybe. Nothing was good, or at least better than the painful fire. It struck her with a sudden urgency that she had no idea what day it was, much less time. What about her homework? What about her UChicago application? Her counselor was supposed to submit her letter of rec a week ago...or a week ago from whenever she was brought to the hospital.

“Honey, are you even listening?”

“Uh, yeah,” she said.

“That’s what I thought. The food here is horrendous--of course you’re excited to go home.” Mrs. Y/L/N took her glasses off to wipe at the lens in a gesture that seemed more habitual and less effective. “You poor thing. Your father is still in New York--John simply couldn’t have him leave--but he’ll be back as soon as he can. Let’s get you out of here.”

The next few hours were a strange blur of paperwork, changes of clothes, and a bag of medication. The nurses and doctors were bewildered at her miraculous recovery and expressed this at every chance they had on her way out, reminding her to immediately seek attention if she feels anything similar again.

“What day is it?” Y/N finally asked once they were on the way home.

“Wow, you really were out of it.” Mrs. Y/L/N flicked her blinker on as she merged onto the freeway. “Sunday. You were there almost a whole week.”

“Huh? What about school? Do my teachers know? How did Draco get to school? Is he ok?”

“Of course your teachers know, hun. They’re all being very forgiving with their late work policies. As long as you’re putting effort into learning the material you missed, they have no problem letting you skip out on the homework. As for Draco...I think he’s fine. Sylvia’s family took him under their wing for the week. He’s still alive.”

And such a statement was proven when Y/N walked through the front door. Draco shot up from his seat at the living room couch the moment they locked eyes, his hands wringing back and forth.

“You’re okay.”

“You’re okay too,” she responded airily. “When I wasn’t dying I was worrying myself about how you’d do without me. I see my fears of you walking into moving traffic didn’t come true, thank God.”

His lips, tight, offered her the slightest upturn.

“Y/N, dearie, no need to harass the boy,” her mother said. “Up to your room. I’ll bring you some soup in a moment. You need to rest, young lady.”

She sent one last teasing grin at Draco before she was ushered up the steps, her mother fussing over her the entire way.

“So,” Sylvia said, crossing her legs over the other and giving Y/N a wicked look, “Consider this your last formal invitation to my Halloween party. It’s this Friday. It’s not even the night before the ED deadline. You should go.”

“I don’t know, Vy,” said Y/N. Her art history notes lay untouched in front of her as the teacher droned on about something related to how mannerism as an art style came to fame during the...Reformation? She didn’t know. “I’m kind of tired. I feel bad about leaving Draco alone, too.”

“Dude.”

“What?”

Sylvia rolled her eyes. “Will you just do us all a favor and admit that you like him? It’s getting exhausting. Just ask him to come with you.”

“You’re absolutely off your rocker if you think I’m gonna do that,” Y/N said.

“I’m just saying, you’ve done weirder things. Like almost dying from...literally nothing.”

“Hey, hey, don’t be rude. I’ll think about it but no guarantees. I don’t really think Draco is the partying type, though.”

“I’d be careful about making such a wild assumption. You never know what goes on in those posh private British schools for rich kids or wherever he went.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

Her friend laughed. “No. Just an optimist.”

Y/N swung the sleeve of her cardigan at her, whacking her pretty good on the bicep. If Sylvia was bothered by it, she didn’t show it. “Fine. I’ll ask him as a friend.”

“Pansy.”

Y/N was never the type to enjoy background noise as she worked, but there was something nostalgic about hearing the identical voices of her local news anchors in the room over as she sat at the kitchen table and worked on a last minute Physics review set.

“Hey loser,” she called out as she saw a head of blond hair pass by her to get to the kettle. “Care to join me?”

Draco turned, his mouth open and ready to issue a retort before he appeared to change his mind. He’d been oddly distant lately, avoiding her in the common spaces they often saw each other and choosing to get breakfast and his evening tea at times that he knew she wouldn’t be down in the kitchen for. Perhaps that was the reason why she was sitting at the kitchen table at present, but of course she’d never admit that. Not even to herself.

“Can’t. I’m a bit busy with work.”

“Draco,” she chided. “What work is it? I can help you, you know.”

He paused for a few seconds, taking in the scatter of papers on the table and the nearly complete review sheet. “The Physics review is taking me a bit of time,” he said, his tone forced and resigned.

“Go grab it!” She grinned as his scowl deepened. “If you’re nice I’ll let you copy.”

She lost track of time as they went over his work, his pencil marks filling the page with symbols that were unfamiliar to her.

“Your handwriting is really nice,” she noted. “Like, so nice that I feel like you could really make it as a study youtuber or a study blogger or whatever. You have that potential if you want to tap into it, dude.”

“I have no idea what that is,” he said neatly as he punched an equation into her calculator.

“Fair.”

She sat still for a few more moments, watching as her study partner’s chest rose and fell with each breath he took. Sylvia’s Halloween party was just a few days away, and she needed to ask him at some point. Every time she mustered up the courage to open her mouth and hitch her breath, the words would die on her tongue.

The silence weighed heavy in the air as the words of the news anchors floated over…”multiple reports of an armed robbery….suburbs surrounding Cincinnati...cautioned to lock doors...potential link to the missing persons case…”

“Draco,” she said finally. He jolted up from his work to gaze at her. His eyes were probably the prettiest things she’d ever seen--all pale and metallic and silvery. “Uh, I’m going to this Halloween party this Friday. You should come with me, it sounds like it’ll be fun. I think that Heather will be there.”

Y/N mentally groaned at her admission to Heather’s attendance but didn’t know what else to say. She wanted him to come--even if it was so he could spend the whole time being woo-ed over by her.

“Er,” he began, twirling his pencil around his fingers. “I don’t think that’s such a good idea. Homework, you know.”

“Just finish it before--That’s what I’m doing.”

“I think I’m go--”

The slam of the front door made both of them jump, scattering Y/N’s long forgotten work and threatening to knock Draco’s mug over.

“Hi kids,” Mrs. Y/L/N greeted as she entered the kitchen, an armful of grocery bags in tow. “Studying?”

“Yeah,” Y/N answered. “By the way, Mom, Sylvia invited me over to her house on Friday for a sort of Halloween get together. Can I go?”

Her mother was silent for a few moments as she methodically unpacked the paper bags on the counter.

“I don’t see why not. Is Draco coming too?”

“No,” he replied before Y/N even had the chance to open her mouth.

“I don’t think you should be home alone at night, my dear,” said her mother. “Have you seen the news? There’s someone on the loose. I’d feel much better if you were with Y/N--Robert and I are going to an auction that night. We won’t be around.”

“I’ll be fi--”

“If Y/N is going, you’re going,” Mrs. Y/L/N said as she finished unloading and brushed her hands off on her thighs. Her no nonsense demeanor rarely showed itself, but when it did, she was difficult to argue with.

Y/N shrunk down in her seat as Draco sent her a sour look.

Sorry she mouthed. If he noticed, he didn’t show it.

“Remind me again why we’re walking?”

Draco’s snotty tone carried through the crisp fall air as they neared the street that Sylvia lived on.

“Because,” said Y/N, “Quite frankly, I don’t think I can get through being in an enclosed space with Heather for an entire night without being at least a little buzzed. And I’m not gonna have you drive us home.”

“Hmph.” His dress shoes, odd pointed tips and all, kicked at the fall leaves below them. His costume was literally nothing different than what he wore when he arrived--a crisp white dress shirt, an oddly cut blazer, and a weird looking green and silver pin attached to his lapel.

“If anyone asks,” she had told him from the hallway as they were getting ready to go that afternoon, “Just say you’re a corporate rat or something.”

He’d snorted at her choice of clothing--a completely dark brown set up with a picture of a shoe taped to her chest.

“I’m the shoe that that Iraqi reporter threw at Bush,” she had explained.

He just stared.

“If you aren’t having fun, please just let me know,” Y/N said as they turned one of the last corners. “We can tell her our fish died or something. Sylvia would totally understand.”

“We don’t have a fish.”

“I know, genius,” she teased, giving him a little punch. Instead of balking, he just crinkled his nose. “But she doesn’t.”

“I think she does.”

“You’re missing the point. You’ll tell me if you want to go back home, promise?”

“I want to go home.”

“You’re going to be the death of me.”

He grinned as they waited for Sylvia to open the door.

The next few hours were a bit of a blur. Y/N didn’t drink much at first--maybe the equivalent of 2 or 3 shots, spaced out in between a couple of sips of water--but the energy in Sylvia’s home definitely had her more buzzed than usual. There was something about her home that always felt twice as spooky, a type of underlying energy that pulsed at the seams.

To her surprise, Draco actually took a cup of whatever Sylvia offered him and downed it. She laughed when she saw him finally lower the cup as he furrowed his brow at her.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

His features looked softer in the dim lighting of Sylvia’s living room--all the tension that he carried in his shoulders and face seemed to be gone. When he smiled at her, it was all she could do to keep herself from disintegrating into the couch.

As the night wore on, Y/N felt herself getting progressively more tipsy, and, in her haze, she could see that Draco was going down a similar path. He was touchier than she would have expected--hanging onto her elbow or sleeve whenever Sylvia or Y/N said anything funny, not moving his leg when her thigh was pressed against his, stretching his arm out behind her and resting it on the back of the couch--and she found herself wishing she was sober enough for it to feel real. Maybe she was so drunk that she was imagining it all. Maybe she was actually asleep next to her toilet at home after throwing it all up and was just dreaming.

“Fuck!” Someone exclaimed, prompting her to look up. Abby, a girl she kind of knew from her grade, had spilled the entirety of her drink on the coffee table.

“Y/N,” Sylvia whined, “I’m too tired to get the paper towels. Will you and Draco go?”

Despite the half-hearted protests from Draco, she managed to haul him up by his arm as she pushed back the pleasure that Sylvia saw them as a sort of team, a sort of unit.

“I think she keeps the extra paper towels in her pantry,” she told him as they made their way over to the quiet part of the house. The light hanging over the kitchen island was on, but the rest of the room was bathed in darkness.

“Right he--”

Y/N froze as she saw it--or, as she would come to discover, them.

Heather and Chad stared back at them, looking much more disheveled than one is permitted simply sitting on the kitchen counter. It was hard to make it out clearly, but Heather’s cheeks looked flushed. Chad’s matched.

“In a fucking kitchen? Chad, I thought you were better than this,” Y/N said, turning and grabbing the paper towels from the cabinet behind them. “Get a room, you weirdos.”

Chad laughed, a short lived and awkward sound.

Once they were back out in the living room, Y/N tossed the paper towels to Sylvia. “I think we’re gonna head back. We have to walk, you know.”

Sylvia dramatically threw herself back onto the couch. “I suppose. Thanks for coming guys, it was nice to see you outside of class again.”

“Likewise!” Y/N called over her shoulder as she walked out of the door with Draco by her side.

The walk home was silent for the first few moments. Despite the fact that it was late October, the night was pleasantly crisp and not too cold. The only sources of illumination were the scattered street lights, casting a soft orange hue on the two.

As they turn the corner onto the main street, Y/N’s shoe caught on a crack in the pavement in a movement that would’ve sent her sprawling face-first into the cold concrete if it hadn’t been for Draco’s hand grabbing her own and yanking her back up.

“Thanks,” she said. His hands were warmer than usual despite the coolness of the air.

He just sent her a small smile as he untangled their fingers and placed his hand back into his pants pockets.

“Weird to see Chad and Heather, right?” Y/N nudged him with her shoulder. To her surprise, he nudged back.

“I guess. I thought it was obvious, though.”

“What?! No way.”

“Are you blind? Heather’s been all over Chad,” he said.

“Are you? I thought she was obsessed with you!”

“No, definitely not.”

“Are you sure about that?” she asked, turning to look at him. The dim glow of the streetlights made his hair look almost like a halo. “She wouldn’t leave you alone.”

“Dunno.” Draco shrugged. It was then that Y/N remembered how much he’d had that night.

“I’m sorry. I know you’re probably not in the right mindset to be analyzing other people right now,” said Y/N.

His lips twitched upwards. “No, no, it’s ok. I’m fine. I just couldn’t be bothered over the whole ordeal. Entirely uninspiring, I think.”

“You’re such a nerd, even when you’re drunk,” teased Y/N. “It’s honestly a wonder that you spent the first month near failing physics.”

“Sod off.” He nudged her again, hard enough to make her sway. “You’re the one who’s still an insufferable smartass. I figured drinking would make you more tolerable.”

“Don’t be a dick,” she muttered as she shoved him back. “You know you love me.”

He froze in the middle of his retaliatory shove, his hand rested on her forearm.

“Sarcasm, king,” said Y/N. “I don’t mean it. I wouldn’t blame you if I were right, though. I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but I’m quite the commodity.”

“Oh, yes, most certainly.” His tone was dripping in faux genuity as he gave her a gentle push.

As he was doing this, Y/N grabbed the offending arm and took him down with her, landing in the soft garden bush in poor Ms. McCoyle’s front yard.

“Gotcha!” she cheered as he frowned from his spot on top of her. It took all her might to ignore the fact that his face was inches away. “It’s just my smart physics brain at work.”

“Your neighbor is gonna kill us.”

“She can try.”

Draco sat up, grabbing her hand and hauling her to her feet. She took the opportunity to hang onto the sleeve of his coat as a sneaking suspicion overtook her that things wouldn’t be like this again without the clever excuse of intoxication.

“What’s that?”

“What’s what?”

Y/N let go of his sleeve to look up at his face in confusion. She followed his eyes, suddenly hardened with an emotion she couldn’t quite place, to their house at the end of the street.

“You shut the door behind us, right?” Draco asked.

“And locked it.”

Their front door, hanging wide open and swinging in the breeze, told a different story.

Sobering up was easy once the police sirens showed up and searched their house. Y/N could tell the responding sheriff knew they’d been drinking, but since they weren’t driving and were speaking clearly, he didn’t mention anything.

“We’ve searched the house,” he told them as they sat together outside on the curb. “It looks like it fits the profile of the other armed burglaries in the area, but nothing was taken this time. The bedroom that looks out into the garden is completely trashed--it seems like the suspect was looking through your things for something. The bedroom across the hall was displaced a bit, but nothing compared to the first.” He took another look at his notes, adjusting the thick rimmed glasses that were perched on his nose. “You kids are lucky. Whoever this is means business. There’s unfortunately not much we can do except set up a patrol to watch over the street for now. Please give us a call if you see anything or hear anything.”

They nodded. Y/N had placed a call to their parents while they waited a safe distance from the home for the police to arrive. She’d been shaking as she pressed their number into her phone, and Draco, to his credit, rested his hand on her thigh.

“We’ll be fine,” he’d said before retracting it. “Don’t worry.”

Draco seemed considerably calm for someone experiencing a home break in in a foreign country as they made their way into the house. The first responders had left the lights on, and the wash of LED bulbs did nothing to hide the disturbance of her bedroom. Everything of hers was thrown into the middle of the room from her drawers, closet, and dresser. Her laptop, open and plugged in, was left completely untouched.

“Draco,” she said, “Can I ask you something?”

“Depends, what is it?”

Y/N noted that he was getting considerably paler as they stood in her doorway. “I don’t think I can sleep here. Knowing what happened. Especially when it’s still a disaster.”

“Understandable.”

His features looked hardened again, like he’d gone through a filter of seriousness. She decided that this was probably her last chance to ask for any act of intimacy before the effects of alcohol dissipated in his system. “And I don’t want to sleep alone.”

“Er...Oh.” He stared at her. “What?”

“I know that this is really awkward, but can I, like, sleep on your floor or something? Just for tonight.” When she swallowed her throat felt painfully dry. “I don’t snore or anything. It’ll be like I’m not even there.”

Draco sucked in a long breath, casting his eyes up to the ceiling. Y/N wished she knew what he was thinking about. “Yeah. That’s fine.”

“Thank you thank you thank you,” she sang, darting into her room to grab a blanket and a pillow as he watched wordlessly by the doorframe.

The walk to his room was dead silent except for their sounds of shock when they saw the broken glass in the middle of the floor.

“I think that was from the picture frame,” Y/N said as she carefully walked into the middle of the room. Sure enough, a framed photo of her and their late dog that had been left on the wall was face down on the carpet.

“Is this when you ask me to sleep in my bed, too?” quipped Draco as he sidestepped the wreckage and sat on the opposite side of the queen mattress.

“Um...we can make a pillow barrier so we don’t touch.”

He rolled his eyes and tossed his blazer over his chair as he took off his shoes and buttonup, leaving nothing but his undershirt and dress pants. “I’m going to get changed. If you’re asleep before I get back, this is me saying goodnight.”

With that, he grabbed something from his dresser and walked into his bathroom, Y/N ripped off the picture of the shoe and placed her phone on the bedside table. Before she knew it, she was completely passed out.

It was barely dawn when she next woke up. Her head was heavy--no doubt the beginnings of a hangover--but she’d never felt more electrified.

A small huff prompted her to look to her left where Draco was just a few movements away from her. He was very clearly still sleeping, each breath leaving his lips with a whisper. His hand, draped over the covers, was millimeters away from touching her. The pink of the sunrise made his hair, now ruffled and sticking up in the side, glitter in the light. She resisted the urge to reach out and brush it away from his face.

Y/N lay there, admiring the boy sleeping next to her, until the urgency of her situation struck her. She was absolutely parched, and if she wanted to mitigate the damage she’d already done, it was in her best interest to drink a glass of water and take 4 Ibuprofen.

With a sigh, she quietly slid out from under Draco’s covers and made her way to her room, careful to avoid the glass scattered all about. She knew she had a packet of Ibuprofen somewhere in one of her dresser drawers.

The pile in her room was bigger than she remembered. She began by just throwing her clothes that had been on the ground onto her bed, sorting through everything in rough categories. When this proved unhelpful, she turned to the mini pile by her door which, to her surprise, had a few sweatshirts that definitely weren’t hers.

Draco she thought absentmindedly as she combed through the pile. Aha. A small green pouch, just like the one she kept her over the counter medications in.

Her hands struggled to undo the tie--Did she normally knot it like that?--as she admired the lining. She never noticed that the edges had silver thread stitched in.

Once she finally opened it up, she grabbed her water bottle and prepared to be faced with a variety of pill bottles as she tipped it over; however, what came out was very different.

A collection of letters. Namely, Draco’s. She knew it was wrong, but he was sleeping, and every letter looked official, stamped with a seal and etched with some sort of crest. They couldn’t have been that personal.

After a bit of bargaining, she decided to open one. If it was personal, she made the deal with herself to put it away and never speak of it again.

The parchment was heavy and clearly expensive. Her hands were shaking as she unfolded the first one, feeling guilty the whole way.

Foreign words flooded her vision. It wasn’t like the letter was written in a foreign language--but there were so many terms she didn’t understand.

Death eater...Voldemort...Crimes against the ministry...Conspiracy against Dumbledore...Hogwarts-sanctioned punishment...

She read on until a word popped out that made sense--Magic. And there it was again--Magic. Wizard. Magic.

Swallowing hard, she shoved the letter back into the envelope and opened one more. This one was much more coherent.

“Dear Mr. Draco Lucius Malfoy of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy:

It has been made apparent to us that, while serving the punishment of your accused crimes, you have unlawfully used magic (namely, a Glamour spell) in front of a muggle. Consider this to be your first strong warning. One more slip up and the Ministry will be forced to reconsider your dropped sentence of Azkaban.

Sincerely and warmly,

The Ministry of Magic -- Justice Sector”

What. What the fuck. What the fuck.

Her racing mind was put to a screeching halt at the sound of someone clearing their throat behind her.

#draco x reader #draco malfoy x reader #draco imagine #draco malfoy imagine #draco x oc #draco x y/n #draco malfoy x oc #draco malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy #draco lucius malfoy

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suchalonelysunflower · 2 years ago

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Teach me a melody (a.i)

Pairing: Teacher! Ashton Irwin x teacher!fem! reader

Summary: Valentine's Day at school and someone has a surprise for you

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1.8

Author's note: self indulgent cause I'm a teacher that loves VDAY. might become a blurb series? REMEMBER THAT REBLOGS ARE IMPORTANT AND APPRECIATED as well as COMMENTS, LIKES AND INTERACTIONS. Please, SUPPORT YOUR WRITERS. Hope you like it and happy reading

My masterlist // taglist in comments.

Valentine’s Day, a full 24 hours where people get into a frenzy of either showing how in love they were, complaining about the capitalist propaganda, or wallowing in their own woe of not having found anyone to spend the day with. And, of course, all three scenarios prove to be true in the craziest, hormone-filled place of all: Highschool.

“I swear if Jamie got me one of those chocolate bars from the candy machine again…” You heard one sophomore complain to their friend as they passed you by in the hallway. A small smile crept on your face when you remembered Jamie carrying a toddler-size teddy bear out of their car earlier this morning.

Out of the corner of your eye you watched as the theater kids began with their annual project of singing telegrams to raise some money for their spring musical. You wondered how many renditions of Bruno Mars’s “Just the way you are” you’ll hear this year interrupting your classroom.

Contrary to popular belief, you loved it.

Ever since you were a child you loved Valentine’s Day. You enjoy watching people express their love in so many, creative ways. You like every picture, watch every video and swoon a little with the classical proposal you see at least once every February 14th. And yes, you firmly believed that love should be expressed every day and not just once a year, but there was just something so magical about this day where everyone celebrated love and the energies were filled with hopes and dreams.

You walked through the halls with ease and with a silly love song playing in your brain. You smiled at the students that were already waiting at the door of your classroom and wished them a good morning as you unlocked the door for them. There were still a few minutes before the bell rang, so there wouldn’t have been any problems for them to just take their seats a bit earlier.

“Oh my god! Who got you those flowers?” You asked one of your students as they came in carrying a whole bouquet.

“Me!” They laughed “I love me the most and I can buy my own flowers whenever I want to”

You laughed along with them “I can’t argue with that amazing logic. Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart”

“Happy Valentine’s Miss L/N!” Your student said and went in and took their seat.

In the meantime, your eyes couldn’t help but wander to the classroom in front of yours. Feeling your heart beat a little bit faster when you noticed the lovely curly-haired man that sat at the desk.

You looked at the time and bit your lip slightly. Yes, you had enough time.

“Good morning, Mr. Irwin!” You called, knocking on his open door.

The man turned at the sound of his name, a wide smile forming on his face the moment he saw you leaning against the doorframe.

Ashton Irwin, the music teacher. One of the youngest, most handsome, and most beloved teachers in the whole school. He was one of the many additions to the staff alongside yourself and a few others last year after many of the senior teachers finally retired. It would’ve been a lie to say that you didn’t fancy him from the first moment you saw him. His hazel eyes and easy smile; the way he laughed and how easy it was for him to make friends with everyone, even yourself; how all of his students love him, even the troublemakers. He was just so effortlessly cool, it would be impossible to deny your little crush on him.

“Y/N!” He said, never have been one for formalities “Good morning! I thought you were one of my students, I was about to tell you to nod off somewhere else because my first class is in the third period”

“And you need the peace and quiet to last a bit more? Ah, so easy the life of an artist. Never having to read essays about how William Shakespeare would’ve “ate” in booktok” He chuckled, you blushed “I’ll leave you to enjoy your free time”

“I never said you should leave,” He pouted “I do enjoy the company of adults in my free time” His eyes lingered on you for a bit “You look rather festive”

You looked down at your pink shirt; red, pink, and white nails with hearts drawn on them; and unconsciously touched your heart-shaped earrings as you blushed.

“Would you believe me if I say that the shirt was white until a stranger put their red socks on the washing machine?”

Ashton let out a loud laugh “I would believe anything you say, Y/N. Though I didn’t take you for someone that loved V-Day”

“I’ve always loved it,” You confessed with a shrug “It was my parent’s favorite holiday, always making a big show out of it and including me and my siblings with a big lunch before they went out on a date of their own. I loved their love and I guess that made me love love in general”

You raised your eyes and found him sitting back on his chair, eyes focused on you as a soft smile adorned his face.

“It’s silly, I know-”

“Not at all,” Ashton said, ever so calmly “I love that story, thank you for sharing it”

“What about you?” You asked, looking around the decoration-free classroom “Not in the mood for love?”

“Ehh, I didn’t put that much thought into it. I never really do unless I have someone to share it with”

“Well, I’m in the same boat as you. But I still love to celebrate it” You shrugged, ignoring the way both your eyes gleamed with something more than recognition when you both admitted to being single “Anyway, I should go to class. The bell’s about to ring”

“Y-yeah! Of course” He blushed “Have a nice day, Y/N”

“You too, Ash” You smile as you walked back to your class and ignored the “ooohs” of your students when you entered, looking back at the neighboring class to see Ashton smiling at that.

It was almost the end of the school day when someone knocked at your classroom door.

“Excuse me, Miss L/N?” One of the theater kids popped their head in “We have a very important sing-a-gram to send”

“Oh?” You asked in a teasing tone, making your students giggle “Of course, dear. And who would that be for?”

A group of teenagers came in, all wearing knowing smiles as one of them said: “It’s actually for you, miss. From a secret admirer”

The class absolutely went mad at that, cheering and hollering as the group started to sing a beautiful version of “All of Me” by John Legend. You sat there absolutely bewildered, smiling widely in awe at the gesture. You thanked them after they were done, congratulating them on their talent and wishing them a good day. And if you thought you'd seen a glimpse of a curly head watching over the door’s window, it was most likely your imagination.

As you were sorting out the last of your papers and got everything ready to go home, your ears picked up a familiar melody coming from the class across the hall. A small smile played on the corner of your lips as you ventured over there, knowing what you might find.

Ashton was sitting at the piano that stood in the middle of the room. His fingers gracefully pressed on the tiles as the melody soared. He was so concentrated that he didn’t even hear you come in.

“Cause all of me, loves all of you. Love your curves and all your edges, all your perfect imperfections” He sang.

You’ve heard him sing before, but that didn’t take away from the fact that it took your breath away each time he did. His voice was on a lower register, calm and soothing as the words dripped like honey out of him. It completely hypnotized you as you leaned against the door frame, watching over him with a new, indescribable feeling inside your heart.

“Cause I’ll give you all of me if you’d give me all of you. Cards on the table I’m showing all my hearts, risking it all for a chance…” The slight change of lyrics called your attention “Cause all of me loves all of you. You’ll be my end and my beginning if you’d have me mmm-hmm…”

He ended up humming the rest of the song, closing his eyes as he let the music move him. That is something you always admired about him; his passion for what he does. It didn’t matter if it was teaching, playing, or even talking to you about the last book he read and he thinks you might like it. Ashton’s heart always had space for more, and if he were to share it completely, you knew you’d want to be a part of it.

When he was done, his hands kept still, ghosting over the tiles. He sighed and grabbed a pen and a notebook and he started scribbling on it.

“That was gorgeous, Ash”

The sound of your voice startled him. He turned to you so quickly that you were sure it gave him whiplash. He was a blushing mess as he opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out.

“Sorry,” You said, “I didn’t mean to-”

“No!” He shouted, cringing at his own tone of voice “No, I’m sorry- I’m used to being the only one here. And-” He sighed, not knowing what else to say “Did you listen to all of it?”

“Yeah, I really liked it” You smiled softly at him, walking forwards “Must be a really special person for you to rewrite a whole song for them”

“It’s, uhm… It’s something I’ve been working on with my students” Ashton admitted “Trying to adapt songs to their own situations and feelings… It might help them connect with lyricism better”

“And your feelings are…?”

“Unrequited, I'm afraid” He smiled sadly at you as you came to stand in front of him “I don’t know how to make her notice me as something more”

“Maybe she already knows,” You said, looking at the tiles and letting your fingers grace over a few of them “You know I got that song in a sing-a-gram today, the OG version”

Ashton smiled, trying to mask his tone as he asked “Really?”

“Mmhmm, someone might’ve been listening to me talk about how that’s one of my favorite songs. The kids didn’t tell me who it was, though”

“Do you want to know who it was?”

“When they are ready to share it, yes,” You said, looking back at him and finding his eyes already on you. Gaze flickering between your eyes and your lips. You smiled “Would you teach it to me?”

Ashton smiled as he scooted over on the bench, patting the space next to him for you to sit. His hands covered yours and guided you through a dance across the piano, letting the melody say the rest.

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#ashton irwin #5 seconds of summer #5sos #suchalonelysunflower #ashton blurb #ashton irwin 5sos #5 seconds of summer ashton #valentines day #valentine blurb #5sos blurb #5 seconds of summer blurb #blurb rec #5sos ashton #ashton 5sos

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calpalirwin · 4 years ago

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Ashton Masterlist

Multi-Parts:

Insecurities

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Epilogue

You’ll Always Have Me

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Epilogue

According to Plan

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15, 16, and Epilogue

Still Into You

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Ashton and Seb (A Dad!Ashton Series)

Parent-Teacher Conference

The Math Fiasco

Sleepover

Dances, Dates, and Everything In Between

New Year’s Eve

I’ll See You Around

Every Part of You

When I Pray for You

The Promise

Part 1

Part 2

Choices

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Epilogue

Super Dork

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Betrothed

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Ashton and Zyla (sort of in collab with @frontmanash)

Somebody to You

Game Night

Ashton and Vanessa

Meet the Characters

Never Imagined We’d End Like This (Finn and Vanessa’s origin story)

Package Deal

Stamp of Approval

Thunderstorm

Blended

Morning Sickness

Bailey, Bailey, Bailey

Papa’s Job

Birthday Boy

Touring Days

Running Back to You

Fireworks

Love in a Coffee Shop (Finn and Mia’s origin story)

Snip, Snip (Finn and Mia)

This Feeling’s All I’ll Ever Need

Dog Days of Summer

Love You For the Rest of My Life

Outnumbered

First Day Blues

Blood is Thicker Than Water

Not Gay, but Thanks!

Sibling Jealousy

Full House

Christmas Firsts

Ocean Currents

Part 1

Part 2

New Beginnings

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Stand-alones:

Trying is Fun

Breathe

Ticket to LA

Reason to Stay

Basketball

Red Hair, Don’t Care

Bones

Migraine

Snow Holiday

Notice

The Game

Guys Like You

Coming Home

If You Give a Girl an Aux Cord

Cuddles

More Hearts Than Mine

I’ll Still Be Here

Sleepless

Halloween

Heartbreak Girl

I Don’t Care

How To Do An Interview

Mutual Feelings

Night Out

Midnight

The Christmas Gift

The Jumpsuit Incident

Mixtapes

Star Wars

Dance With Me

In Sickness and In Health

Yoga

Playoffs

Photographs and Tattoos

Leave Her Wild

Difficult and Stubborn

Crash and Burn

The Jeepney

Shenanigan Squad

Scream My Name

Starlight

Heavy

Artsy Folk

Home

Phone Screens

Nightmare

Missing Piece

Like Father, Like Son

Neighbors

Showmance

No Shame

Self Care Day

Drunk In Love

Working Out

I Hate California

Thrifty

Kiss It Better

Doesn’t Really Suit You

Support System (Brother!Ashton)

Adrenaline

Movie Marathon

My Damn Reflection

New Normal

Thin Pink Line

Unforgettable

Proud of You (Brother!Ashton)

Dressing Room Disaster

Same You

Lost In This Moment With You

Request where reader surprises Ashton on tour

Request in which Ashton proposes to reader at Disneyland

Request in which Ashton’s sister doesn’t like you

Request in which you and Ashton fight and he begs you to stay

Love Again

Dancing Feet and Twisted Ankles

Choosing’s For Suckers

Run Your Hands Through My Hair

Dinner Date

Love Me Like You Mean It

Celebrity Crush

Stood Up

Shiver

Forfeit

Sleeping Arrangements

Hidden Stash

Waiting Game

Allergies

Fallin’

Baby Fever

Take My Heart to the End of the World

35th Floor

Candlelight

Birds of a Feather

Matter of Time

All My Paths Lead to You

Nights in the OR

Adventurous Spirit

Are We?

See Through

Better Now

Sharing is Caring (also on my Sebastian Stan masterlist)

Subconscious Desires

Spotlight

Dangerous Games (also on my Sebastian Stan masterlist)

Hands (also on my Sebastian Stan masterlist)

New Year’s Kiss

Love in the First Degree

Addicted to Sound

#ashton irwin #ashton irwin x reader #ashton irwin x oc #ashton irwin blurbs #ashton irwin fics #ashton irwin one shots #calpal irwin

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autumnleaves1991-blog · 4 years ago

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Day 9: No, you don’t - Maxwell Lord

Pairing: Maxwell Lord x Reader

Rating: 18 +

November Writing Challenge Masterlist

Day 8: Dot, Dot, Dot - Agent Whiskey

This prompt was requested by @mandoalorian-mainblog. If you have any requests let me know- here. :D Hope you enjoy!

“Ok everyone, you need to be on your best behavior, keep your hands to yourself, raise your hand to speak, and remember to use your manners, say please and thank you. You are here to represent Eastern Elementary School, ok, let’s go,” You turn away from the bright wondering eyes of your students and towards the towering building ahead of you.

You had been selected to escort the contest winners from your school to Chimtech Consortium, the company owned by Maxwell Lord. You had never met the man in person but it was impossible not to know who he was, his infomercials were always on. You lead the group through the lobby greeting the security guard at the desk. “Hello, we are from Eastern Elementary, we are meeting with Mr. Lord at 11:00 AM,” you smile brightly at the guard who looks through the notebook in front of him before grunting, placing the phone to his cheek and calling someone down.

You turn to look at the kids and see their own excitement reflected back at you. You couldn’t deny that you had been excited about meeting Maxwell Lord. Everything you had read about him, his company, and he was pretty easy on the eyes. A few moments later a harried looking woman appeared out of the center elevator, running over to your group.

“Miss. Ashton? Eastern Elementary?” she questions before you nod, “Oh thank god! Your late and I was getting worried you wouldn’t be coming, Mr. Lord has been waiting upstairs and he HATES to be left waiting,” she gestures you all quickly to the elevator and you glance over to the other chaperone of the group Levi’s mom who laughs quietly to herself, rolling her eyes.

You bite your lip before you say something quickly ushering the students into the elevator. When you reach the top floor the doors open to an immaculate office. There is only one office on this floor and a large conference room, Maxwell Lord’s personal floor. The secretary doesn’t give you much time to look before she is all but pushing your group to the conference room. You move to the back to catch any stragglers and when you’ve counted them all there, you enter. At the front of the room in a large high back leather chair is the illustrious Maxwell Lord. His blue and white striped suit is pressed to perfection, several rings grace his thick fingers, his blonde hair with not a wave out of place, and a scowl that quickly masks into one of the fakest smiles you have ever seen. He doesn’t rise to greet anyone, only points to the chairs around the room, “Welcome everyone, why don’t you have a seat and we can get started.”

The kids run to claim their seat and you and Levi's mom take the two seats at the back. When everyone gets settled the secretary takes control of the room. “So we only have time to hear tw-” Maxwell glares at his assistant before clearing his face, “one speech, since you were late to our meeting, Mr. Lord is very busy today so please Miss. Ashton, which one is the best?”

Your mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water, and you glance around at the students. Some look at you with a matching expression of shock, others eyes have become glassy. They were all supposed to get to share their speech.

“Uhm I’m sorry you’ve mentioned several times that we are late but your letter told us to be here at 11:00 AM it’s only 10:55? Every student should have the opportunity to share their speech, they’ve worked very hard to earn this opportunity to share with you, I am sure Mr. Lord can honor the time given.”

The secretary doesn’t say anything, only furiously scrolling through her notebook before she pales, turning her eyes down to her boss. “Mr. Lord, I am so sorry sir, I made a mistake. I thought they were supposed to be here at 10:30 but I wrote it in my planner as 11. I am so sorry sir,” she begs.

He rises, and points to you, “Miss. Ashton a word in my office please?” he doesn’t wait for a response before you are running out of the room after him.

When you both reach his office the door closes with a snap behind you. “Ok listen, I do not want to waste my entire afternoon listening to these damn kids, so where do I have to sign to make them go away? You don’t make much money, name your price,” he removes a checkbook from the top desk of his drawer.

Your mouth drops open before you snap out of it, “You can’t be serious? You're honestly trying to pay me to break my students hearts? They’ve been looking forward to this for months, certainly you can understand that. It will only take thirty minutes of your time. I’m sure even you can spare thirty minutes.”

He takes a few moments before he responds, “Miss. Ashton as someone whose only job is to babysit children I am sure you can think I can spend thirty minutes listening to them but I am here to tell you I don’t. I am a very busy man,” He looks down and begins to fill out the check.

You feel your blood begin to boil and your pulse rise, and the words come spilling out of your mouth before you can stop yourself, “Are you fucking kidding me?” His head snaps up so fast he may get whiplash.

“Excuse me-”

You cut him off before he gets a chance to speak “No I don’t think I need to make any excuses or apologies, you have made it crystal clear to me that you are an asshole. Those kids,” you point back towards the conference room, “have worked so fucking hard for months! Just to come to your office and read you their speech. And now you're telling me you can’t give them thirty damn minutes of your precious time, to listen. And don’t give me any bull shit about us being late when it was your secretary who made the mistake in your schedule!”

“You don’t know who the hell you're talking to,” he stomps over to you getting in your face but you're not intimidated one bit.

“NO, you don’t understand who the hell your talking to Mr. Lord!” you don’t back down getting right back in his face, and shoving your pointer finger harshly into his chest, “I may be a low level poor public servant in your eyes but in mine I am a badass teacher who deals with privileged pricks like you on a daily basis and I am here to tell you I will not be intimidated!”

He doesn’t say anything, your both panting harshly, your faces mere inches apart, your finger is still digging into the chest of his suit. You don’t notice the change in his face quickly enough to react before you're pushed backward into the mahogany door, his mouth coming down to slant over your own. The kiss is violent and messy teeth clashing together, your hands push into his perfect hair and tug harshly, his hands cover your ass pushing into you harshly.

You come apart to breath, the back of your head hitting the door. His hands are bruising on your hips, his hair falls down over his forehead. “What...what was that?” you ask in a whisper.

He pushes forward again putting his lips on yours again, but this time it’s different. The air has shifted slightly; he's gentler and his grip has lessened to be almost a caress. Your hands wrap themselves around his neck and your tongues dance together and he lets out a groan when you roll your hips against his own.

The moment is broken by a loud knock on the door behind you, his hands tighten on you to keep you still before he clears his throat, “What is it?” he shouts.

“Uhm I am so sorry to disturb you Mr. Lord but your 11 o’clock appointment is here in conference room four,” the muffled voice of his secretary sounds through the door.

He takes a moment before answering, keeping his eyes on you the whole time, “Cancel my afternoon, I am going to listen to the children’s speeches.”

“Oh...yes sir,” she stutters before the clack of her heels drifts away.

“Why did you do that?” you whisper, “I mean I’m glad but...why?”

“Because a badass teacher told me too,” he uses his right hand pushing your hair behind your ear before lowering down to your neck. He kisses you again gently. “Now come on Miss. Ashton the children are waiting,” he straightens himself and pushes his hair back into place.

You try your best to straighten up your own appearance before you look up meeting his gaze once again, “What are you doing tonight?” he asks.

“Nothing.”

“Keep it that way...have dinner with me.” He doesn’t ask more demands and you can’t help but nod, “Excellent, now let’s go,” he pulls the door open and you follow.

When you get back to the conference room, you take your seat next to Levi’s mom who gives you a look. You just stare back, almost daring her to say something. She doesn't only winks at you smiling, you smile gently looking down at your hands, you feel eyes on you and you look up into the chocolate brown eyes of Maxwell Lord. Oh you couldn’t wait for tonight.

Day 10: Used Tea Bags- Javier Pena

#November writing challenge #maxwell lord #ww84 #Wonder woman #1984 #Day 9 #fic request #Pedro Pascal

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americancowgirl19 · 4 years ago

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She’s the Alpha - Part One

Series Summary: Gen and Y/n have been together since they were in high school. They’re true mates. Only problem is that they’re both female and are unable to satisfy the other’s heat/rut. When Gen gets a job on Supernatural they meet Alpha Jensen and his Omega Jared.

Part Summary: By the time you turned 18 you have gone through two life changing events. The first being when you presented as an alpha. The second is when you found your omega.

Warnings: Y/n treated like an OC, cursing, bullying/harassment, homophobia, angst, fluff, abuse, hint at smut/intimacy, light girl on girl,

Reader: Alpha Female Reader

Pairings: Alpha Female Reader x Omega Genevieve, Eventual Alpha Jensen x Omega Jared x Alpha Female Reader x Omega Genevieve

Word Count: 5,662

A/n: Jensen and Jared won’t show up until the next part. This chapter is character background and a lot of Gen x Reader. Possibly a 15 part series!

Masterlist

Part Two

Presenting

The weeks prior to presenting were tense to say the least. You felt as if everyone was testing your patience, especially your twin brother, Ashton. You withdrew from your friends and family. The last thing you wanted was to get into screaming matches with your parents like Ash had been doing.

Despite the obvious signs, nobody expected you to present as an alpha. Female alphas are much rarer than male omegas. Although, presenting as an omega didn’t seem likely either. You were stronger willed than the omegas your family interacted with. Becoming a beta is what was expected of you. Albeit, doing what was expected of you was never really your thing.

Frankly, you would rather be a beta than an alpha. Your family held alpha’s to a higher standard compared to beta’s and omega’s. A standard you didn’t care to be held to. To be honest, your family was ridiculous when it came to alphas.

However, all thoughts of an easy going beta life flew out the window on your 16th birthday. Finally, the moodiness and the short fuse you had recently acquired made sense.

To say that this complicated things is an understatement. Presenting as an alpha completely changed your world. One day you were the girl who remained unseen in the background. Now, you’re the girl trying to survive your alpha father and alpha brother. Three alpha’s under one roof is recipe for disaster.

Senior Year

“I cannot wait until I can pack up and leave this place in my rear view mirror,” Ash grumbles walking beside you down the road. The further the two of you walked from home the less weight seemed to be on your shoulders.

“You need a car to have a rear view mirror,” You tease him while keeping a watchful eye on your younger siblings a little ways in front of you. Ash rolls his eyes and shoves his hands in his pockets. “All I want is to get out of that damn house. I don’t care where I go,” You comment with a small shrug.

It didn’t matter if you moved into the house next door or in an apartment on the other side of the world. As long as you weren’t under your parents roof, you would be happy. You craved independence. You craved separation from your parents. Yet you didn’t want to be too far from your siblings but at the same time you didn’t mind putting more distance between you and them.

“I’m not going to be able to listen to dad’s bullshit for very much longer,” You hum in agreement. You remember a time when your dad had been your hero. Now, you couldn’t wait to get as far as possible from the man.

Your father made it his mission to make you and your brother the toughest alpha’s in town not only mentally but physically as well. He’s even tried to make you both arrogant assholes, like typical alpha’s, with all his ‘alpha’s are above others’ speeches.

There was also a point in time when your father had tried to pin you and your brother against each other. You hated to admit that it worked for almost an entire year before the two of you figured out that you were stronger when you had each others backs.

“We just have to make it through graduation,” You tell him.

“Yeah,” Ash scoffs. “Another ten damn months,”

“No one said it was gonna be easy,”

A couple minutes later you were at the school. Your two younger siblings had dashed off but you didn’t care. You made sure they got to school, your job was over.

The moment you entered the high school you sensed something was different. You didn’t know what it was and tried to ignore the feeling but it was damn near impossible.

You caught yourself looking around as you and Ash walked to your lockers. You didn’t know what you were looking for but assumed you would know when, or if, you found it.

“Do you know if anyone presented alpha recently?” You ask your brother.

“God, I hope not,” Ash groans closing the door. “The last thing we need is another damn alpha walking around,”

There’s three other alphas in your school, excluding you and your brother. One of the alpha’s, Julian, is chill and keeps to himself. The other two, however, are always competing for top dog. The last thing this school needed was yet another alpha to add into the mix.

“Why do you ask?” Ash asks, the two of you walking to your first class.

“I don’t know,” You sigh. “I just feel like something’s different,” Ash glances at you but doesn’t say anything.

All throughout the day you felt on edge. Ash could pick up on your tenseness causing his own mood to turn more alert. It wasn’t until the end of the day did you find the answer to why the both of you were so apprehensive.

You and Ash were at your lockers preparing to leave school. Ash was suggesting that you went to The Dutch, a local bar and grill. It had been a long and tense day, the last thing he wanted to do was go straight home where the environment is even more stressful.

You muttered a response not really listening to what he was saying. Ash talked 90% of the day, whether you were in class or not, and you had learned to tune him out. Instead of paying attention to Ash, your eyes were trained down the hall. In the corner stands a shorter girl with beautiful, long, dark hair. She had your complete attention from the moment you laid eyes on her.

Unfortunately, you weren’t the only one with eyes on her. Andrew, one of the schools asshole alpha’s, had her in his sights. The moment he came into your eye sight you knew what he was planning. The thought of him even standing next to her angered you.

“Y/n, where are you going?” Ashton questions when you suddenly walk away. You don’t answer him. He grumbles but quickly follows after you. It wasn’t until you got closer to the girl did you realize that she’s an omega.

“I’m not interested,” She tells Andrew. You ignore the affect that her voice has on you.

“Not yet but I can change your mind,”

“What is it with you morons and not understanding the meaning of the word ‘no’?” You ask, gaining Andrew’s attention. He turns toward you. His eyes flicker from you to Ashton, who’s standing behind you. “No, means, no, asshole,” Andrew glares at you trying to be intimidating. However, you weren’t intimidated by boys trying to be men.

“Why don’t you just move along?” Andrew suggests, wanting to continue talking to the omega but also wanting to avoid you and Ash. “I’m trying to have a conversation with her,”

“You’re not exactly conversation material,” The girl speaks up. Your gaze, along with Andrew’s, returned to the smaller girl. She spoke to Andrew before her eyes flickered to you. The moment your eyes met, a small small comes to your lips. “The last thing I want to do is lose IQ points,” She comments, looking back at Andrew. She adjusts her bookbag on her shoulders and tries to talk around him but he quickly grabs her arm. The smile that had come to your face quickly washed away when you saw Andrew grab her as roughly as he had.

His hand only held her arm for a fraction of a second before you had removed it. Your hand grabbed his wrist tight enough to leave a nasty bruise. You twisted his arm until he was forced to release her and slammed him against the lockers.

Andrew easily got out of your grip but before things could escalate Ashton jumps between the two of you. Ash knew you could handle yourself against Andrew but he also didn’t want a fight breaking out. A fight would send you to the principle which would force your father to get involved which would end in a situation neither of you wanted to be in.

“Just walk away,” Ashton advices Andrew. “We wouldn’t want a repeat of Junior year, would we?” Andrew growls stepping forward but a teacher speaks up before anything could happen.

“Life would have been much simpler if I had just been a beta,” The girl whispers under her breath. You hummed in agreement. Your eyes glancing to her when you’re confident Andrew wasn’t going to attack your brother. “Thanks,” She says, looking up at you.

“You look like you could handle yourself,” You tell her with a small smile. She blushes a bit which causes your heart to soar. The longer you stood beside her the less confident you became. Not many people made you nervous but this girl could make you weak to the knees with a single glance.

“Genevieve,” She introduces herself. She holds her hand out and you stare at it for a moment. Ash gives you a gently shove which snaps you out of your haze. Gen giggles a bit when you hand reaches out and grips her tightly. “But you can call me Gen,” She giggles again when you shake her hand quickly.

“Gen,” You whisper, smiling softly. “Oh, uh, Y/n,” You stutter while releasing her hand with a blush. “That’s uh... that’s my name,” You hand brushes through your hair.

“I figured,” Gen continues to smile at you. “It’s nice to meet you,”

Date Night

“How does this look?” You ask, your younger sister.

“Like you’re trying too hard,” Naomi comments, hanging upside down on the edge of your bed.

“Really? I think I look cute,” You say standing in front of you full length mirror. You were wearing a nice dress. It’s the most feminine thing you’ve worn in a long time.

“You’re only going to the movies,” She tells you. “Besides, it doesn’t really look like you. You should wear some leggings and that cute jacket you got last month,”

“I’m with Naomi on this,” Ash says, walking into your room. You sigh but give in knowing they were more corradiated than you.

“If he coming to pick you up?” Naomi asks shifting onto her stomach when Ash sits beside her. You share a look with your twin.

“Uh, no,” You shake your head. “I’m meeting them at the movies,” You say carefully.

Ash is the only one that knows you were going on a date with a girl. On top of that it’s an omega that had asked you out. You could only imagine the shit show that would happen if your father found out. He would go on and on about how you needed to be with a man. Once he got past that he would tell you how un-alpha-like it is to be asked out by an omega. You, being the alpha, were the one who was supposed to ask the omega out.

You knew your younger siblings wouldn’t care but they also couldn’t keep a secret. The only concern your mother would have is the fact that she wouldn’t be able to satisfy your ruts and you wouldn’t be able to satisfy her heats. It wouldn’t be a problem now, or any time soon, but down the road you would need someone to help you.

You didn’t ant to think about that right now. You just want to have fun with Gen. You liked her a lot. You could run your hands through her soft hair all day. She smelled as if she had come straight from heaven. Her skin also felt very smooth and perfect against yours.

From the moment you two met you had grown to be very close. You would stay close during school and after school you would be together at her home. Her family was much more relaxed and open than yours.

The two of you had been cuddling in her bed while watching your favorite movie when she asked you out on a date. It had caught you off guard but you accepted.

Almost everything Gen did caught you off guard, in a good way. She was so unlike any omega you had met. She was outgoing and blunt. She could hold her own and didn’t need an alpha to cling too. She didn’t need you but she wanted you. You tended to be on the more reserved side but being around Gen brought you out more.

“What movie are you seeing?” Naomi asked. You answered all her questions as you finished getting ready. Ash picked out your shoes while Naomi helped with your makeup. You didn’t wear much makeup but a little bit to stand out.

“Good luck,” Ash says, helping you leave without being noticed by your parents. Your parents knew you were leaving but you didn’t want to go through 20 questions with them.

“Thank,” You smile at him before getting into your moms car and driving to the movies. You instantly found Gen. It was like there was this magnet on her that drew you to her. “You look amazing,” You compliment. She wasn’t wearing anything too fancy but it hugged her hips.

“Thank you,” She says before inspecting your new jacket. You did a spin causing her to grin even wider. “Adorable,” She says kissing your cheek causing you to blush. She links your arms and pulls you to the ticket booth with a little hop in her step. There you insisted, and won, on buying the ticket. She ended up buying the popcorn before the two of you took your seats.

Throughout the movie the both of you shared small, yet intimate, touches. You would hold hands or rest your hand on her thigh. Eventually you wrapped an arm around her. The touches only got worse when the movie was over and you drove her home. Her mother had dropped her off allowing you the opportunity to spend more time with her.

“Hey, Y/n?” Gen asks, glancing at you as you drive down the road. You hum sparing her a glance. “What happened junior year?” She asks.

“Can you be a little more specific?” You ask, with a small laugh. “Junior year was a long year,”

“Ash said something to Andrew about not wanting a repeat of Junior year... Remember?” Gen asks, your mind goes back to when you first noticed Gen. Gen and you have been in the same school for years but you didn’t truly notice her until she presented. When she did present she ended up being an omega. There’s only 7 omega’s in the school and of course she had caught Andrew’s attention.

“Junior year Ash, Andrew, and I were still pretty new at the whole alpha thing. We’re still not perfect but junior year our emotions and instincts were all over the place. At that time Ash and I weren’t talking. We were fighting constantly and it just wasn’t a good time for us.” You begin to explain to her. “Being an alpha our natural instinct is to be the alpha. It’s an instinct my father did everything he could to amplify,”

“Why?” Gen asks frowning her eyebrows. You let out a low sigh.

“My father expects Ash and I to be the top alpha in everything we do. One of the problems with that is that feeding into our newly heightened instincts with other alpha’s under the same roof only causes disruption and chaos. The three of us were constantly at each others throats and when we went to school Ash and I were still going at it but we were also going at Andrew as well,” Gen slowly nods not completely understanding but wanting to hear the rest of it. “One day Andrew and I came to blows. I think we were fighting over something like he had sat in my seat at the cafeteria.” You said not completely sure if that was true but it was close enough. “Anyways, Andrew is stronger and a better fighter, I didn’t really have a chance but I gave it my all. Ash saw what was happening and he jumped into the fight. The two of us could just tell what the other was about to do and we worked together fluently. Kicked Andrew’s ass,” You smirk a bit. “We not only asserted our dominance as head alpha’s in the high school but it’s the first time Ash and I started to mend our relationship and work together,”

“So, now you and Ash are ok?” Gen asks. “You two seem to get along great,”

“Yeah, it took us a while to get to where we are now but now it’s just natural,” You shrug. “It’s like I have this sixth sense when it comes to Ash and him to me. Sure we have our competitive streaks but it’s all good natured,” Gen smiles at you and you glance at her. “Did I tell you that you look beautiful tonight?” You ask.

“Maybe once or twice,” Gen smiles widely. You smirk pulling into her driveway.

“I had a really great-” You said, turning your head towards her. The instant you looked at her, her lips were on yours. The two of you had yet to get out of the car and had to lean over the middle console.

Her lips were soft compared to your chapped ones. Her sweet scent seemed even more intense while kissing her. You wondered how she could get any more perfect.

“I had a great time too,” Gen whispers pulling back. “And you look just as beautiful,” She winks at you.

You didn’t care what you had to do, you had to keep her. You’d known her a little less than four months yet you were completely smitten. You were in this for the long haul.

Caught

“Hi Gen!” Naomi shouts, when you and Gen enter the house. Gen barely greets her back before your little sister darts into the next room.

“Omi! Get back here, you little shit!” You other little sister, Haley, practically screams as she races after the youngest.

“Come on,” You place an innocent hand on Gen’s back. You gently push her towards your room. The two of you have been together for a couple of months and have successfully kept it from your parents and younger siblings. Honestly, if Naomi wasn’t so gullible, you would have been found out by now.

“Are your parents home?” Gen asks, you shake your head.

“No, probably won’t be for a while,” You tell her. You shut the bedroom door behind you.

“Good,” Gen smiles turning to you. You match her grin and pull her close. “I’ve been wanting to kiss you,”

“No ones stopping you,” You whisper leaning down to connect your lips to hers. Gen cups the back of your neck and presses her hand against you chest as she leans into you. You tighten your grip around her waist. “You smell so good,” You whisper burying your head in her neck.

“Come on, we have to get started on this project,” Gen reminds you. You whine refusing to let her go. Gen laughs quietly and doesn’t attempt to leave your snug embrace.

“We can start tomorrow,” You whisper.

“Oh, no, we’re not procrastinating on this,” Gen says wiggling away from you causing you to pout. “Let’s get this started and then we can cuddle,”

“You drive a hard bargain,” You wink at her. Gen rolls her eyes and sits on your bed. You smirk and move in behind her. “Are you sure we can’t start a little later?” You ask, brushing all of her hair to one side. “Surely, we’re smart enough to get it done in a little bit,” Gen tilts her head a bit as your lips lightly press against her skin. “You’re certainly smart enough. You’re a junior in a senior science class,”

“It’s not that impressive,” Gen whispers. “There’s plenty of juniors in senior classes,”

“I’m lucky to be in the 12th grade, it’s impressive,” You tell her. “You’re so smart,” You praise. “So beautiful, kind and funny.. So talented,” Your lips travel up her neck as you hand gently grabs her chin. “So mine,”

“Alpha,” Gen whines causing you to growl and press your lips to hers. She falls back on the bed and you shift follow after her. Your entire focus was on her that you didn’t even notice your father coming to your room to talk to you.

“Y/n-” He barely gets your name out when he opens your door. Your head pulls away from Gen’s quickly and snaps towards him. Both you and Gen tense. You father looks at you in shock but the shock quickly turns into anger. “What in the damn hell is going on here?!” He shouts.

You and Gen jump off the bed. Your protective instincts kick in and you stand in front of her. She grips the back of your shirt. Her distress only amplifies your protectiveness.

“I can explain-” You try to say but your father isn’t in a listening mood. You watch as his face begins to glow red and his eyes narrow.

“The fuck were you doing with her?!” Cyrus, your father, shouts. You knew that if you tried to lie it would only be worse. You had to come clean.

“I was kissing her... my girlfriend,” You add, quietly. A deep, threatening growl leaves his chest. Your hand reaches back to rest against Gen. The movement was not only to reassure you that she was behind you but an attempt to calm you down. Gen always had a calming affect on you but with your father radiating threatening vibes being calm is the last thing on your mind.

“Girlfriend?!” He shouts marching up to you. You growl back trying to warn him to stay back.

“Yes, girlfriend!” You shout back not liking being threatened. “She’s my girlfriend, my omega!”

“She’s a girl! She cannot be your omega!”

“She is,” You tell him clenching your fists. “I know she’s my omega, my true mate.” You state with absolute certainty. You knew that same sex true mates aren’t nonexistent but they certainly weren’t heard of.

“A female alpha is never mated to an omega female! It doesn’t work!”

“It does. We work.” You insist. “She’s my girlfriend and I’m not letting her go,”

“Oh, yes you are. No daughter of mine will ever be with another girl! You’re an alpha, you need to be with a beta or male omega.”

At this point your family is gathering in the doorway. Your two little sisters were poking their heads in but mainly hiding behind the wall in the hallway. Your father took intimidation and scary to a whole new level when he’s angry. Even your mother was using the wall as a hiding spot. Your brother, however, was standing in the center of the doorway ready to help defend you and Gen if need be.

“Fuck who you think I’m supposed to be with,” You spit. “I want to be with Gen and she wants to be with me,” You growled. “And I’m not going to let you get in between us,”

“Y/n!” Gen shouts when your father grabs you shirt, rips you away from Gen and pins you against the wall. You growl slamming your head into his and manage to shove him away. He doesn’t go far but far enough for you to duck away and move from the wall.

“Alright, let’s just calm down!” Ash shouts getting between you and your father.

“Step down,” Cyrus, demands staring you twin brother down. Ash glares back fighting against the urge to move away. “I said, step down,” Cyrus snapped grabbing the back of Ash’s neck and tossing him to the side.

“Hey!” You shout shoving him away from your brother.

However, tossing him from Ash made Cyrus get closer to Gen which you didn’t like. You held your hand out and Gen instantly comes to your side. Her fingers intertwine with yours. Her arm hugs your arm while she steps a bit behind you.

“I love Gen,” You tell him as he regains his stability. “I’m going to stay with her for as long as she’ll have me. There’s nothing you can do,”

Cyrus steps toward you and lashes out. Gen whimpers holding you tightly as a stinging pain comes to your cheek. Before he could do anything else Gen is moving in front of you. She’s trembling despite the strong look she tries to display. Your heart swells at her trying to protect you but you didn’t want your father hurting her either.

“I won’t let you hurt her,” Gen whispers, pressing her back into your chest wanting to stay as far away from him but wanting to protect you as well. Cyrus is obviously taken back by Gen. Omega’s aren’t normally the ones protecting the alpha. In his eyes it’s just another disgraceful act while it only makes you fall more in love with her.

“You either get rid of Gen or you leave,” He tells you. Your heart drops. You knew he would be made but you never expected him to give you this ultimatum. You didn’t want to make the choice despite already know what you would choose.

“Dad, please,” You whisper moving back in front of Gen. “I love her and I love this family, please don’t make me choose,” You beg him. “I’m still your daughter, loving Gen doesn’t change that,”

“This is not how I raised you. This is not how an alpha is supposed to act.” Cyrus tells you. “This is unacceptable and I will not have you disgracing this family. Get rid of Gen or move out,” Cyrus says. He stands there for a moment before pushing past you and into the hall.

“Baby,” Gen whispers, moving in front of you. Your zoned out eyes focus on her. “I don’t want to get in between you and your family-”

“You are my family,” You whisper. “You’re my omega, I know you are,” You say confidently. “Am I your alpha?” You ask, trepidatiously.

“Yes, you are,” Gen nods, caressing your cheek. Her eyes soften as she looks at your reddened cheek. “I just want you to be happy... I don’t want to take you from them,” She nods towards your brother, sisters and mother.

“I’ll talk to him, ok?” Molly, your mother, speaks up, coming up to you. You stare into Gen’s eyes for a moment before turning to her. “You are not disowned and you do not have to leave Gen,” Molly gives your girlfriend a smile.

“I don’t think I can stay here mom,” You tell her. “Even if you do talk him down, things are only going to keep getting worse. Him and Ash are already to a boiling point, this is only going to push all of us over the edge. I’m not staying,”

“I don’t know how I’m going to be able to stay either,” Ash growls.

“There’s only a couple more months, just avoid him,” You advice him.

“Easier said than done,” Ash grumbles still seething at the fact that Cyrus had attacked you, again.

“I’ll keep him from you, just don’t leave yet,” Molly pleads hating the fact that her mate is chasing her children away. Ash’s face softens slightly towards his mother. He sighs but nods agreeing to stay just a little longer for her sake. “Where will you go?” Molly asks, wanting to make sure you went somewhere safe.

“She can come with me,” Gen says. You open your mouth to object but she doesn’t let you. “My mother adores you, so do my siblings. They’d love to have you around,” Knowing you needed somewhere to go, you agree.

“I love you,” Molly whispers, hugging you when you made your decision. “I’ll talk to your father, you and Gen are always welcome here,” She promises.

Claiming

“Happy birthday, baby,” Gen whispers waking you up with her light kisses. You smile snuggling into her chest. She grins holding your larger figure the best she could.

“Skip school,” You mumble. “Spend the day with me,” Gen smiles kissing the top of your head.

You and Gen have been together for over a year. You’ve graduated high school while Gen is halfway through her senior year. The two of you lived in Gen’s mother’s home. You’ve lived there since your father kicked you out.

Your mother stayed true to her word and talked to him. It took him months to even talk to you and even longer to invite you back. You never accepted his offer. The two of you had a very tense relationship and you didn’t want to go back to living under his roof with his rules.

The second you and Ash graduated, Ash moved out. He moved out of the house and out of the state. You still talk daily but you hadn’t seen him in a little bit. However, you felt happy knowing that he’s happy and much more relaxed.

While you would rather move out of this small town you were happy to be with Gen. Her mother and siblings absolutely adored you. Her two brothers were beta’s while her sister and mother were omega’s.

Having you, an alpha, around brought a sense of peace to the household. Your presence comforted the other omega’s. They felt more relaxed, more secure with you around than before you moved in. It didn’t matter that you were only romantically involved with Gen, you were still an alpha and they were still omega’s. Your presence comforted them in a way beta’s, like the brothers, couldn’t quite understand.

It took a while to gain the brother’s trusts but when they realized how much weight lifted off of their mother’s shoulders with your company and how you protective you were of the sister’s you quickly gained their approval.

At your family home you were constantly fighting to be alpha. Here, however, you quickly earned the position of alpha when you gained their trust. Gen’s mother still mothered her children but you looked after Gen’s sister and helped pay the bills while making sure the other alpha’s left the family alone.

“You, Y/n Y/l/n, are a very bad influence,” Gen whispers causing you to smirk.

“You love it,” You breathed against her neck. Gen shivers feeling your hot breath against her cool skin making you grin even wider.

“I love you,” She whispers. You lift your head and look at her through hooded eyes.

“I love you too,” You whisper puckering your lips. She giggles.

“Lazy,” She whispers, connecting your lips. “We need to brush our teeth,” She murmurs against your lips.

“We can be nasty together,” You whisper pushing her onto her back. Gen relaxes under you as your lips reconnect. Her moans encourage you to kiss her deeper.

“I want to be yours,” Gen whispers, you kiss down her neck towards her chest.

“You are mine,” You say. “Just as I’m yours,”

“Y/n,” She whispers. You lips gently pepper kisses down her chest. “Y/n,” She says sternly.

“Yes, baby?” You lift your head pinching your eyebrows at the serious look on her face.

“I want to be yours,” She stresses. It takes a moment for her words to sink in.

“Mine?” You asks and she nods biting her lip. You lean over her and press your forehead against hers. “You sure, baby? There’s no going back, no getting rid of me,” You remind her. Gen smiles gently caressing the side of your face.

She knew that ever since your father completely turned his back to you that you had developed a fear of abandonment, a fear of people pretending to want you only to change their minds. You didn’t want to trap Gen with you. You worried that down the road she wouldn’t want you and if you claimed her she wouldn’t be able to leave causing her to be unhappy. It’s the main reason you hadn’t claimed her yet.

“I love you. I want you, no one else. Please, alpha,” You eyes darken and a low growl comes from your chest. She begins to whine amplifying her scent. Your head ducks down to her neck. You breath in her sweet smell. “Please, mark me, Alpha. Please,” She begs slowly breaking your resolve. “I want to be yours, completely and forever. I don’t want no one else,” You could sense her desperation begin to rise.

“Shh, omega, I’ve got you,” You whisper, trying to soothe her. “I’ll mark you, I’ll make you mine forever,” Gen smiles, slowly relaxing. “Only if you mark me, as well,” Gen’s eyes widen.

“Are you sure?” She whispers, you nod pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

“100%... If you’re going to be mine and bare my mark, I want to be yours with your mark,” Gen slowly grins and nods.

“Ok,” She whispers. You grin and press your lips to hers.

“You’re perfect, Genevieve,” You whisper, moving your lips back to her neck. “Everything I could ever want,” Gen smiles, pulling your shirt over your head.

“Alpha, please, I need you,” She whines, clawing at your back.

“I’m right here, ‘mega... I’m right here,” You whisper, soothingly.

“Mark me, please,” She begs.

“Patience,” You whispers, a smirk on your lips. Your hands unclothe her before your eyes memorize every inch of her body. You couldn’t believe the woman in underneath you is going to be yours forever. Gen smiles, a light blush on her cheeks and her teeth chewing her lower lip.

“Alpha,” She whines, pulling you close. “Please,” You gently begin peppering her neck. You can feel her heartrate skyrocketing and her breathing escalate.

“You’re gonna be all mine, baby girl,” You whisper nipping at her neck.

“Please,” She whimpers pressing her neck against your lips. She gasps, your teeth dig into her neck. “Alpha,” She cries.

“All mine,”

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Lily and Posy were ecstatic about the upcoming holiday and the fact that it would be at your house. With Oliver being just shy of three months old, you didn’t want to take him out again after the weekend away. You spent the week before the 4th cleaning the house and picking up food from the store.

On Saturday, Ashton and KayKay came over to pick Posy up for her karate lessons. She’s been on a kick watching Kung Fu Panda and would walk around the house ‘karate chopping’ the couch and kicking pillows while shouting ‘HIYAA!’ Ashton suggested taking her, there’s a studio next to his yoga class, and Posy was more than thrilled to be doing karate with her uncle. KayKay went along when she could and cheered Posy on.

You and Luke would alternate every Saturday to go watch her as well so one of you was still at home with Oliver. Sometimes Lily would go but she was always at Cory and Ella’s on the weekends.

“Go have fun and listen to your teacher, okay?” you told her kissing her cheek. You made sure her pigtails were tightened enough.

“‘Kay mama.”

“Is it alright if I take her for lunch afterwards?” Ashton asks, lifting her in his arms.

“Yeah that’d be great, thank you,” Luke says with Oliver in his arms. Ashton’s face lights up at his nephew.

“There’s the little man,” Ashton smiles, reaching forward to stroke his cheek. Oliver stretches his arms up, his little face twisting from the touch. “He’s really getting bigger.”

“Yeah, he eats like his daddy,” you chuckle and poke Luke’s dimpled cheek.

“All right, we should get going, huh little one?” Ashton asks Posy. “See you guys later.”

“Bye daddy!” Posy waves over Ashton’s shoulder.

“Bye Pose!” he waves with a smile and then they’re out the door. He sighs. “Big cleanup day today, lovie.”

“I know. I’ll feed Olly and change him, then we’ll be out to help in the backyard,” you say, taking your son from Luke’s arms. “Hi sweet boy, did you sleep well?”

It was pretty warm out so you made sure Oliver had on a short sleeved onesie. You covered him in a blanket with a hat on and turned the small fan clipped to his carrier as you helped Luke with the pool. You vacuumed while he got the leaves out from the top. You checked on Oliver multiple times but he seemed pretty content in his carrier.

“I’ll get the tiki torches and line them around the pool,” Luke huffs, tying his hair in a bun. He tugged off his white tank top that had a sweat mark on the chest and tossed it to the grass.

Your eyebrows raise in appreciation as he turns into the shed, his butt looks really nice in his black athletic shorts. Oliver makes some noise so you go to him immediately to see if he’s all right. When you reach in to check his temperature, his little hand grasps onto your finger tightly.

“I’m right here, baby. You’re doing so good out here, yes you are,” you coo at him and kiss his forehead. You sit down in one of the patio chairs when Luke emerges with about a dozen tiki torches.

Watching him twist the torches into the ground, his back muscles flexing and glistening with sweat in the sun and his arms tightening leaves you hot and bothered. You’re transfixed by the power he wields in each one he places around the perimeter of the pool, your eyes moving over the slope of his back and you’re left with a wanting ache for him.

“Are you all right over there?” he asks, strutting his way to you with his tank top in his hand. He just put in the last tiki torch and you shook your head from being frazzled.

“Yeah, you just...you look so sexy right now, that’s all,” you shrug then look down at Olly who’s fast asleep.

“I do?” he snorts resting his tank top around his neck, he uses it like a towel to wipe at his forehead.

“Mhm,” you sigh, eyeing him up without remorse.

His eyebrows raise and he glances at Oliver then back at you. “Care to show me how sexy I am?”

You lay Oliver in his crib so he can continue his midmorning nap and Luke is quick to drag you into your bedroom, his lips on yours. It’s been well over six weeks since your C-Section and you were given the okay to have sex again.

“What time is it?” Luke mumbles, kissing your neck and pushing you to the bed.

“You have somewhere else to be?” you laugh then sigh when he starts to suck in your sweet spot.

“I’m exactly where I need to be,” he groans when you dip your hand in his shorts and start to stroke him. “Ash and Po will be coming back soon.”

“That’s right,” you sigh and plop on the bed. You gaze up at him, his blond hair slipping out from his bun and he’s breathing heavily. You wiggle your fingers between his own and pull him down on top of you. “We’ll have to be quick then.”

He smiles before kissing you, his hand tugs your shorts down and he pulls himself out of his shorts. Your kisses are frantic and just as he pulls your underwear to the side, Oliver lets out a loud wail and Petunia barks at the front door.

You groan at the horrible timing and Luke sighs on top of you.

“We weren’t fast enough,” you sigh, letting him situate yourself and shoves himself back in his pants.

“We’ll have some alone time soon, lovie,” he promises with a smile. He takes your hands pulling you in a sitting position.

“Mama! Daddy!” Posy calls.

You fix your hair and make sure your pants are buttoned and zipped before exiting the room to get back to your responsibilities.

***

It’s the morning of the 4th and you’ve just changed Oliver and put his blue overalls on with a red shirt underneath. Posy is wearing a blue dress with red sandals and you and Luke are matching in a red dress and a red tank top for him. Before your party, you’re all going to the parade in town where Cory and Ella will meet you with Lily and Violetta.

“How hot is it outside?” you ask Luke, settling Oliver in his car seat. Posy is in his arms wearing white sunglasses.

“Not too bad right now. I’ve got extra sunscreen in the bag and water.”

“All right, let’s go!”

Cory, Ella, Violetta, and Lily are already sitting down along the curb in their chairs. Lily springs up in her own blue and white dress to give you a big hug. Her hair is pulled back in a red headband.

“Hi honey!” You hug her the best you can with Oliver in your arms, Luke and Posy are behind you with the stroller. “You did such a good job saving our seats for us!”

“Look at my necklaces!” Lily shows you the red, white, and blue beads around her neck.

“Wow, you have so many! Hi guys,” you smile to Cory and Ella. Cory has Violetta in her arms and she’s in a white dress with a red bow on her head.

“Po, I have some necklaces for you!” Lily runs to her sister and takes off two of her necklaces. “Aren’t they pretty?”

“Pwetty!” Posy gasps, touching the beads lightly with her fingers.

You sit in the chair next to Ella smiling at Violetta, she’s chewing on her teething beads. Luke immediately requests a photo of all of you with Lily and Posy standing in front, their smiles wide and beautiful.

“You need a family photo,” Cory says and takes Luke’s phone.

You stand next to Luke pointing Oliver to the camera and Posy wants to be in Luke’s arms. Lily stands in front and you put your hand on her shoulder, all of you smiling.

“Beautiful,” Cory smiles.

The parade starts and the girls are excited watching the floats and bands go by. They’re especially excited when candy is tossed to them. Oliver does a decent job being content with the loud noise until the firetrucks and ambulances come by.

Lily scrambles into Luke’s lap and he puts on her sound cancelling headphones she’s used since she was a toddler at his shows. Her small hands still hold onto the ear pieces and she watches the trucks drive by. Posy on the other hand is watching in awe and waving to the people inside.

“Lily and I made cupcakes yesterday that we’re going to bring over,” Ella tells you.

“Oh, that’s great. When will you be coming by?”

“After Vi’s nap, she’s been having a hard time sleeping lately. How’s our little man doing? I love his overalls, he looks like a cute old man.”

“I know right?” you laugh stroking over his nose. “He’s doing good, eating a lot and he’s at the weight he should be.”

“Mama look at all my candy!” Posy runs up to you with her candy tucked in her dress like a sack.

“Wow! It’s just like halloween!” you smile.

When the parade is over, Posy is starting to get fussy too because you won’t let her eat her candy because she hasn’t had lunch yet.

“We’ll see you guys later,” Cory laughs watching you all leave. Posy is wriggling in Luke’s arms nearing meltdown mode.

Ever since her birthday she’s been having more meltdowns and you couldn’t agree more that it’s the terrible three’s and not the two’s. She’s learning how to test her limits with you and Luke and when it doesn’t go her way, she screams and does all the dramatics.

Posy is still whining in the car and Oliver starts to whine now too because he’s hungry. Lily is holding her ears because Oliver’s cries increase.

“We’re almost home, sweets,” Luke says and turns into the subdivision.

You’re trying to console Oliver by letting him suck on your knuckle but he just spits it out. You hate hearing your kids be upset. Luke parks in the driveway and you both scramble to get the kids out and your belongings. Luke takes Oliver and you carry a wiggling Posy inside the house.

“I’ll feed him and then we’ll have a quick lunch I made for them this morning,” Luke says, opening the fridge and taking out Oliver’s bottle.

Lily runs to her room to get away from the noise and you set Posy down on the floor. She literally collapses onto the floor, her face red and wet with her tears. You settle next to her letting her get her anger out. In a moment, she’s sniffling and coughs wiping at her cheeks.

“Are you finished?” you ask gently and she nods. “C’mere by mama.”

You help her stand up and wipe at her wet face, brushing her hair away from her forehead.

“Deep breath,” you say inhaling and she follows, then you let it out and Posy does as well. You repeat that three more times until her breathing is back to normal. “After lunch you can have one piece of candy, okay? We can’t eat candy for lunch. How about you go pick one out and I’ll get lunch started.”

“Okay mama.”

You’re gathering the lunches Luke prepared, ham and cheese sandwiches with grapes and applesauce. Lily comes running out and asks if she can help you, she’s always such a big help to you. Posy is playing with her toys in the living room when Luke comes back downstairs.

“Daddy look!” Posy jumps up from her spot holding up the red lollipop she chose to eat after lunch. “I picked this for after lunch!”

“You did! I think that’s a very good choice, do you want me to hold onto it until you’re done?”

“Yeah!” she hands him the lollipop and he pockets it, giving you a wink.

Posy climbs into her chair just as you set her plate of food down. Lily takes her place and the girls start eating.

“Is he down?” you ask Luke moving to pick up the toys Posy was playing with.

“Yup, hopefully he’ll sleep until people start coming.”

***

Your friends arrive right on time and are more than helpful with setting the food up outside and Michael has set up his music stuff in the corner. Lily and Posy are occupied by Calum and Ashton. Posy is showing off all her candy and practicing her karate moves with Ashton while Lily is telling Calum all about the parade.

“You had your headphones on right?” Calum asks and she nods.

“Yeah, they are too loud.”

“Do you have them for the fireworks?”

“In my room!”

Luke and Cory are manning the grill again, you decided on having chicken for dinner. Halfway through the party you go get Oliver and Michael comes over to say hi. You ask him how he and Crystal are doing with trying for a baby and he said they’re taking a break right now. They don’t want to stress about it too much.

When it becomes dusk, Luke lights the tiki torches and the yard is in a fantastical glow. Posy keeps asking when the fireworks will be and you tell her it will be when it’s much darker outside.

“Hey mama,” Luke murmurs in your ear, his hands wrap around your stomach. Ashton and Michael brought out the sparklers and were helping Lily and Posy with them. He kisses your cheek.

“Hey,” you smile leaning into him.

“Want to try and finish what we started yesterday?” his lips move to your shoulder and his kiss makes the strap fall down.

“Right now?”

“I meant later when the kids are asleep but if you want to try when the fireworks are going off...they’d mask how loud you are,” he teases.

“You don’t want to watch the fireworks?”

“You’re the only firework I need,” he squeezes you.

“If Lily and Posy are okay during the show, we can try and sneak away,” you promise and turn around in his arms. His nose and cheeks are a little red and you touch his face lightly. “You got sunburned today.”

“So did you,” he glances at your cleavage where you see a very noticeable line. “I’ll have to rub aloe on you later.”

“Mm, that sounds nice,” you mumble and lean up on your toes to give him a kiss, your fingers tangled in his hair. He tastes like perspiration, a shot of tequila and Luke, your favorite taste. You get lost in his kiss and his arms wrapped around you. “Wanna slip away now?” you whisper, pulling away before you get too carried away.

“I hope we aren’t too late,” a familiar voice says behind Luke.

You both look at each other before turning around to see his parents and brothers standing there. Your mouth opens in a gasp and then Lily and Posy are running to Liz shouting ‘nana!’

“Oh hello my loves!” Liz exclaims hugging them both.

“Mum? What are you doing here?” Luke asks tugging you along.

You’re all giving hugs and kisses and there’s questions about Oliver and why they didn’t tell you they’d be coming.

“Who cares, what a great surprise!” You laugh hugging Liz again. “I’m so glad you’re here, how long are you staying? Where are you staying?”

“We rented a house not too far from here and we’re staying for the whole Summer.”

“The whole Summer?!” Luke’s eyes widen and he hugs his parents again.

Lily and Posy try to get their attention but Jack quickly intercedes and asks them to show him how the sparklers work. The rest of the group come and say high and you gather Oliver in your arms so Liz can get a look at him.

“This is Oliver,” you smile and there’s tears in her eyes.

“Can I?” she asks, holding her arms out.

“Of course!” you hand him over.

“He’s just darling, and he’s so strong! You just couldn’t wait to come into the world, huh handsome boy?” Liz coos rocking him. “He looks just like Luke.”

“I think so, too,” you smile, looping your arm around Luke’s waist. There’s a firework that goes off behind you, a sign from the neighbors that their show will be starting in about ten minutes. Lily clutches to your legs, covering her ears. “It’s okay, honey, we’ll go get your headphones.”

“Already got them,” Calum grins coming out from the house with the headphones in his hands. “Do you want to watch them with me, Lils?”

“Mama can I?” she asks looking up at you.

“Of course you can, go get your blanket to lay in the grass,” you tell her.

“Help me pick a blanket, Cal!” She takes his hand and he follows her inside.

You’re more than happy for Liz to hold onto Oliver while the fireworks go off, Posy is close to her sitting in Ashton’s lap. She’s chattering about her karate class and what happened at Disney World and that nana should come with next time.

“I think that’s a great idea, bug,” Luke pinches at her cheek when he returns with a beer. He points at you. “Stand up.”

“What?”

“Up, lovie,” he smiles, pulling you up himself so he can sit in your chair. You place your hands on your hips. “Okay, sit down.” he pats his thigh and you sit down on his lap happily. “This is your seat for every firework show.”

You press your lips to his balmy forehead, it smells like sunscreen and the hot summer day that was today.

“Guess we can’t sneak away now with your family here,” you mumble.

“It’s okay. If they’re here the whole summer, I’m sure we can go away for a night just the two of us,” he pinches your hip.

“Maybe we could do a whole weekend?” you raise your eyebrows.

“You’ll be okay leaving Olly for a weekend?”

“Apart from me and you, I trust your mom. She had three kids of her own, you know.”

“Oh, I’m aware,” he laughs and gives you a kiss. “It’s a date, we’ll set something up.”

“Your birthday’s coming up,” you trace your finger along his bearded jaw.

“Mm, that’s the best birthday present I could ask for,” he smiles.

The fireworks start to go off and you look in the grass where Calum and Lily are, she’s sitting in his lap gazing up at the sky. He points to the ones way up and her mouth opens at the big ones. Posy is in Ashton’s lap and her commentary makes everyone laugh.

“That’s my favorite! I love that one! Look Unca Ash!”

“I see! These are all my favorites, too,” he comments back.

Then you look over at Oliver in Liz’s lap, she’s kissing his head and rubbing his back talking softly to him. You turn to Luke last who is already looking at you, his face lit up from the colors bursting in the sky.

“I’m so glad I married you,” you tell him, pecking his lips gently.

“I’m glad you married me, too,” he grins.

You relax against him and enjoy the rest of the display. Life is good and full of love.

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