#thank you again mali

[pretty-little-mind33]

James Potter x fem!girlfriend!reader

Summary: When your long-term boyfriend is slipped a love potion—he loses his memory of you.

Genre: Angsty Fluff (happy ending)

Warnings: intense swearing, violence, being drugged/spiking someone's drink, mentions of blood, vomiting, crying, a suggestive joke, James kinda has light trauma

~ again—to the kind anon that had this idea—thank you! ~

JAMES POTTER MASTERLIST

Everyone knew it was you and James. It has always been you and James. Ever since the third term of your second year when he'd stolen you an absurd amount of chocolates and candies from Honeydukes because you had failed an exam and were sobbing in your dorm, you knew he had you hooked around his pinky. Luckily, you had him wrapped around yours just as well.

He was yours as you were his. 

It didn't worry you that you hadn't seen your boyfriend all day because N.E.W.T's were coming up and as much as he pretends not to study or care, you've never met someone more desperate for success.

James had even left you a little note signed "only yours" telling you he'd be in the library today, so you used this time to spent the day with the girls instead. 

However, you didn't expect to see what you did when you walked into the Great Hall that evening.

Remus, Sirius, and Peter look just as dumbfounded as you when James stands from his usual seat, his arms outstretching towards another girl.

Your smile falters and you freeze up, your stomach sinking as his hands find the girl's waist and he spins her around.

"What the fuck?" Marlene mutters from next to you, her arms crossed. 

"Who is that?" Mary asks, unhooking her arm from Lily's as she sympathetically touches your shoulder. You blink, unable to look away from whatever nightmare is happening.

James would never cheat on you—especially in public like this.

Never.

"Amerie something, she's in my Potions class," Marlene whispers but her gaze is hard.

James's grin is wide and the girl—Amerie apparently—holds him closer. She's beaming as her manicured hands finds his cheeks and your entire world shatters when she presses her lips to his. James leans into her kiss, one hand at her waist while the other runs in her dark curls. 

Marlene breaks at the same time as Sirius does and they march up to the couple. You're stunned, your eyes watering as you replay how your beloved boyfriend kissed another girl in front of everyone. Including you. 

James would never cheat on you—right?

Lily takes your hand and guides you towards where everyone had gathered. Marlene is being held back by Mary, but she's furious as she screams at James and Amerie. Sirius stands next to James, his arms crossed as he stares at his best friend.

When his gaze flickers to you all calm crumbles. "James," Sirius says, interrupting Marlene's shrieks, as he sounds unusually serious, "This is wrong. What the bloody hell is wrong with you?"

James has never looked this confused in his life. "What are you talking about, Pads?" he asks innocently, his eyes scanning all his friends and their upset expressions.

They skim over you as if you were nothing to him— as if he hadn't held you close to his heart just yesterday and whispered how much he loved you into your hair. 

Amerie leans into James, her hand on his chest, and even Remus scoffs.

"You can't be serious, James?" Remus says. He stands and puts his hand on your other shoulder as Lily holds your other arm. He stands tall and looks stern, clearly unamused by whatever sick joke he thinks his best friend is playing. 

James's eyes widen but even Peter squeaks, "You have a girlfriend," as if to remind James.

"I know!!" James exclaims and turns to Amerie as he smiles like a love-sick fool. You feel like you're going to vomit all over your uniform. "Aren't I allowed to kiss my lovely girlfriend?" 

 Chaos ensues as Amerie holds James closer, her icy-blue eyes staring into yours with venom and malice as Marlene lunges for the two of them.

Marlene is pulled away by Mary and Lily and Sirius and Remus speak up with confusion as they jumble out accusations and disbelief.

You stand there, frozen, as your boyfriend looks right through you.

"She is your girlfriend, you dimwit!" Lily shouts and points to you. "Not this minger," Marlene adds with a hiss at Amerie, eyes dark. 

James finally looks at you and your breath hitches when you see the look in his eyes. There is no remorse or shame, just a blank expression as he looks you over.

"Who?" he asks as he turns to his friends with a genuine look of confusion on his face. His question brings silence to the group and you feel warm tears brim in your eyes.

Some part of you screams at you that the confusion is real. You know James and you know how he lies. But his voice rings in your ears as pain caves in your chest and you turn, breaking into an embarrassing jog as you run away. 

James would never cheat on you—right?

Lies. 

* * *

A few hours later, when Lily comes into the dorm with news that James is in the Hospital Wing, you don't want to care but you do. Just the mention of James in pain hurts you and Lily doesn't even have to convince you to come see him. 

You walk into the room and your eyes instantly widen. Dumbledore and Amerie stand in one corner. Amerie's eyes are bloodshot and she's pleading with Dumbledore—who looks absolutely furious.

Lily pulls you to the main dilemma and you see James sitting up in a bed, a bowl in his lap as he's encouraged to vomit. He's surrounded by Sirius, Remus, Peter, and Madame Pomfrey. 

Remus sees you and Lily and he walks up to you. 

"Is he okay?" you ask, your voice small and hoarse from your crying.

"Love potion," Remus doesn't waste time as he glances at Amerie in the corner, his jaw clenched, "she slipped it in his drink when we went to lunch. I lost him this afternoon after that but I thought he'd gone to find you. It's strong, well made, but Madame Pomfrey is convinced she can reverse the spell it has on him."

You let out a shaky breath, shoulders relaxing as you take in his words. A love potion? It had all been fake.

You turn to look at Amerie and anger swims through you. She'd drugged your boyfriend and taken him from you. You clench your fist.

If she wasn't with Dumbledore, you'd punch her. 

"But Y/n," Remus interrupts your violent fantasies and Lily takes your hand. Lily clearly knows the news Remus is about to break and it doesn't sound good. "The reason he didn't remember you is that the potions—well he was already in love with you so the potion messed up that chemistry and it was so strong it reversed all those emotions to Amerie. Erased any memory of you completely."

You feel like you can't breathe. 

"Madame Pomfrey doesn't think she can fully reverse his memory loss," Lily whispers and tightens her grip on your hand, "Obviously, he won't be in love with Amerie anymore but—we don't think he'll remember you either." 

You can barely hear her. Your eyes water as your eyes glaze over and you look behind Remus at James. Your James, who is puking his guts out and who doesn't have a clue who you are. He has no more memories of you. No more midnight secrets or scandalous touches. No more sweet confessions or fleeting arguments. Nothing.

And it's all her fault. 

You storm up to Amerie, ignoring the Headmaster's presence, as you see red. You grab her by the shoulder and punch her in the nose.

The sound resounds around the room as she falls back, a broken cry leaving her mouth as she holds her nose. Blood runs down her mouth and chin, her tears mixing with the crimson liquid as nurses rush to her. 

Your voice is unemotional when you snarl, "Stay away from him, you psycho cunt."

* * *

You sit in the common room, bandaging your bruised knuckles, as you let your tears fall freely. Your heart feels broken and crushed into absolutely nothing.

You don't even care about the detention Dumbledore was basically forced to assign you. "Violence, no matter how deserved, is never the answer," he had said and perhaps he had a point because breaking Amerie's nose didn't really make you feel any better.

She'd still taken your heart away from you. 

All you want is to reverse time and prevent James from leaving so early in the morning and slipping through your fingers. You hate yourself for not finding him in the library that afternoon. You should have studied with him—maybe then you could have prevented this. 

You unclench your fist and stare at James's crumbled note from a few hours earlier. 

Early morning for Quidditch then I'll be in the library studying. You can always join me, lovie, or go to Hogsmeade with the girls, I know they miss you. I can't always be selfish and have you all to myself, can I? 

I love you, my darling. 

Only yours,  

J

You choke on another sob and you resist the need to scream. 

"Hi," a familiar voice suddenly whispers from above you and you look up. Color has returned to James's cheeks and he's standing in front of you. He's so familiar and so different.

He doesn't look at you the same and you want to cry harder. He looks down at the note in your hand and holds out his hand when he sees a glimpse of his own chicken scratch. 

You hand it to him without a word, leaning back on the couch as you wipe your tears with your palms. You shut your eyes, feeling the cushions dip as James sits next to you and you can feel the tension in the air. You peek at him as he shakes the note and says, "So, this is real, hm? It's not some messed up nightmare? I- I don't even remember writing this. I remember this morning but—you aren't in the memory," his voice sounds shaky. 

"It's okay," you whisper, unable to say much more or you'll cry. 

James turns to you and shakes his head. "No. It isn't okay. I want to remember you," he whispers and takes your hand.

Your head snaps up, eyes widening at the sudden warmth of his touch. James puts the paper in your palm and closes it, squeezing your hand, "I obviously loved you a lot, and I think you loved me too—"

"Love," you whisper, looking him in the eyes, "I haven't stopped."

James makes a pained grimace and his hand loosens around yours. "I'm so sorry. I wish I could remember. I wish this never happened. I know I don't know you anymore or well, my brain doesn't know you but I still can't stand you being hurt because of this," he sighs, "Sirius told me everything. I have so many pictures of us in my room—my sheets smell like your perfume—I– I wish I could remember," he sounds so lost and your heart breaks.

You can't help yourself. You cup his cheek and lean your forehead onto his like you'd done a thousand times over the last years. James doesn't pull away. Instead he leans into you, as if your touch sparked a distant muscle memory.

"It's okay. It's not your fault. I-" you pause and then say, "I can help you remember, if you want?"

James doesn't hesitate and he nods, his breath unsteady, "I do. I don't understand why but my heart, well it misses you. I want to understand why." 

Your heart flutters at his words and you smile. You pull away and smile at him. His smile is weak and you know him all too well to let that slide. "What's wrong, James?" you ask and when his eyes shift, you can tell he's feeling guilty. 

"I'm sorry you lost your boyfriend. You didn't deserve that."

You sigh, "It's not your fault, okay?" you look him in the eyes and wait until he nods solemnly. "If we're meant to be, we'll figure this out, yeah?"

"Yeah," James whispers in agreement. 

* * * Six Months Later * * *

The snow falls around you as you and your friend return from The Three Broomsticks one Sunday evening. Sirius and Remus walk much faster than you and James as Sirius rambles wildly about this new muggle band Remus helped him discover, and Peter loiters behind you all as he hurries to finish reading his Transfiguration book due Monday morning—he seems quite discouraged considering the snow keeps ruining his pages. 

You are snuggled up against James, his arm wrapped around your shoulder as he adjusts your scarf and presses a kiss to your head. You sigh, continuing your conversation about how very clearly chocolate is the superior ice cream flavor, and James just listens even though he has no clue why you're talking about ice cream in the dead of winter. 

Suddenly, your voice dies down and you tense when you see who's walking towards you. She's with three of her best friends—snotty Ravenclaws with egos larger than their brains—and you feel sick as all those horrible feelings come bubbling up again.

Amerie had been suspended for six months after what she had done to James and while you and your friends insisted she be expelled, your outburst of violence had inevitably lightened her sentence.

Dumbledore didn't want a scandal on his hands and Amerie's parents were well off—surprisingly more so than the Potters. 

James senses your tension and he looks up too, his stomach sinking. Amerie is staring at you both and her friends are whispering. You look between her and James, sensing how uncomfortable he is with her presence and anger boils inside you. 

Six months. Six months of peace and time you had to rebuild your relationship with him. Six months you spent taking him to all your favorite places, reminding him of all those secrets he had already earned, and telling him stories he should remember.

Six months to catch up on six years, all because of her. 

You feel James's gloved hand find yours and he squeezes it, pressing his lips into your hair near your ear and he murmurs, "Ignore her, my love." His voice sounds a little strained and you look at him, the warmth of his hazel eyes calming you. 

You nod and press a kiss to his lips. You can feel Amerie's eyes on you as you pass but you just walk faster. Once she and her friends are behind you, you squeeze James's hand too. "Are you okay?" you whisper. 

James had been very open with you about how much what had happened scared him and still does. There were times he remembered snippets of you from before, but mostly nothing, and that scares him. I never want to lose you again, he had said three months into the six and you knew he meant it. 

When James Potter loved, he loved hard, and it became very obvious his feelings for you had returned even stronger than they had been. 

"Yeah," he whispers, his voice small. 

You pause, turning around and taking his cheeks in your hands, encouraging him to look at you. "Baby, it's okay if it made you feel uncomfortable to see her. It's normal," you say, kissing his forehead and leaning against it. 

James holds you close and kisses the crook of your neck, which causes you to giggle. 

"I love you," he mumbles and you grin.

"I love you," you say and kiss his lips again.

James runs a hand in your hair and sighs, lifting his head and watching Amerie and her friends disappear down the road. "As much as I hate her for what she did, I am sort of grateful," he whispers. 

"Oh?" I ask, caressing his cheek lovingly. 

"Mmhm—it was an absolute pleasure falling in love with you all over again," James says sincerely and your heart flutters at his words. 

You laugh and ruffle his messy hair. "You're such a dork," you chuckle. 

James laughs now too, "It's true!" 

Suddenly, you shriek lightly when you feel cold snow glide down your neck from inside your scarf. You and James spin around at the same time, catching Sirius as he makes another snowball and barks out a laugh, "Ooops."

Sirius smirks and as if on cue, James bends over and pats down his own snowball to throw at Sirius in your defense. 

"Keep your grubby snowballs away from my girl, Pads," James shouts in between his laughter as he runs after his best friend. You hear Sirius mumble something that sounds like, "Ooh, kinky," before James shoves snow into his mouth. 

You just smile, your heart feeling completely full.

[lordcrumps]

The Sims 2 For Rent - CC EXPANSION PACK

Sul Sul!

~ More photos under the under the cut ~

Last week the Sims 4 got a new pack, this week Sims 2 players get that same pack! In a collaboration with @platinumaspiration and @tvickiesims and a HUGE assist from @episims, we bring you "The Sims 2 For Rent CC Expansion Pack!"

This is a large set, and advisable that it does not get merged even further than it already is! - I ran into some issues when trying to do this!

When you explore this pack, please take a look at the marble ring rug, it has some surprisingly cute rug swatches! I put a swatch in it to remove the marbles themselves, so you have a cute small rug! - I only mention this as I was going to bin the rug off once uploaded, but then I found it had some lovely swatches!

FUNCTIONALITY

So most of the items will function as they should and intended as. Its just not just deco items.

There is two collection files included, separated into build buy! Please note that fences and stairs and spandrels cant be but into a collection!

The squatty toilet that took me over 12 hours to make, yeah they squat, animation can be a bit bouncy but such is life. This toilet also can be flushed, get dirty and is cleanable!

Outdoor plants are seasonal!

Counters are animated with insides built, there is no drawer on the counter, I did not want to change the shape of the unit, and saw EA did the same - ignore the fact they grab something from a non existent drawer

Wardrobes have interiors elements, and have working doors!

Each Kettle have two versions, choose only one, one for the colour traits mod / one 'normal'. They function as Tea makers! Huazzah!

Spandrels in build mode are classified as fences. I made a variant with fence / no fence.

Several of the larger deco pieces such as the Arch Gate, or umbrella are actually lights!

Radiators act like radiators!

The Aircon Unit is completely functional, doesn't lower bills, but it does lower sims temperatures!

"Water Heaters" act like solar panels, they get money off your bills!

The Electrical Fuse box has 2 versions, I kept them both in, one wall deco and one functions as a burglar alarm - I wanted more alarms.

Most Sofas / Chairs have morphs!

Slots added to the Vanity and Bathroom Cabinet!

FENCES / SPANDRELS / STAIRS OH MY!

I have included swatch images of each of the spandrels, fences and stairs and labelled them to match, this is so that you can go in and take out any of the swatches you do not want. This is because there are lot of new fences and the menu can feel cluttered with them in for some people.

DOWNLOAD

ALT - SFS

~ Credits / Thanks / List of items not converted under the cut ~

MORE PHOTOS

CREDITS

Mini fridge is cloned from Targa over at MTS - so now it works just like a regular fridge barring a few animations (get baby bottle and juggle)

Kettles were cloned from @pforestsims's kettle, link here.

@jacky93sims for the base of the squat toilet! Epi for the code edits!

THANKS

@tvickiesims, @platinumaspiration thank you soo much for helping with the objects, really couldn't do it myself!! Your amazing, awesome, and some of the best creators out there! Thank you again!

@episims - YOU ARE DA BOMB! Thank you for all your help in getting those toilets working with me, and everything else you do when you answer my little annoying questions! Appreciated like you wouldn't believe!

LIST OF ITEMS NOT CONVERTED - @sims4t2bb

Due to the sizing / functionality of these objects, they will not be included in this pack!

All Yer Fixins Untenable Food Stand

Mali's Moonlight Market Craft Stall

Vegan Vittles Night Market

Late Night Snack Dessert Stall

Rice to Meet You Night Market

The Unrestroom

Fisherman's Slats Window - Tall

The Secret Maze Window - Very Tall

The Secret Maze Window - Super Duper Tall

Stained Glass Tomarani Shutters - Tall

Stained Glass Tomarani Shutters - Tall and Open Wide

The Save Us From Ruin Tallest Cinched Wall Curtain

The How Many Times Do We Need To Tell You It's Not Silk Taller Wall Curtain

The We Are Going To Jail< Tallest Wall Curtain So You Know the Truth Curtain

[flamingoofeathers]

VK GONE SOFT || J. HOOK

pairings: james hook x mermaid!reader

part 2 of 𝗔 𝗣𝗜𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗦 𝗦𝗘𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗧

summary: Uliana finds out the big secret and goes crazy.

genre: hurt/comfort, fluff

one shot; wc: 1.7 k

main masterlist j.hook masterlist

a/n: here’s part two of the james hook x mermaid!reader, that i didnt expect to get any attention at all, so i wanted to THANK EVERYONE who read it and left a like, i really appreciate it and it gives me motivation to write. I hope you enjoy this one too!

The morning after Castlecoming was spent in Hook's dorm after they had gone back there after the dance and cuddled all night long.

Hook woke up before Y/n, stared at her with so much longing and love, yet sadness for the girl. He was worried about what's about to come, he knew that the word of his infatuation towards a certain royal would reach the whole campus, then reach Uliana, but for now all he cared was the girl wrapped in his arms, dressed in his pj's, his love, his princess, his y/n.

A small groan was heard from the girl, slowly opening her eyes and smiled when she saw her boyfriend staring at her “good morning” she rasped before snuggling back into his chest.

“morning, darling” Hook caressed her head before leaning down to kiss her forehead.

They stayed in silence, both dreading the moment they need to talk about what had happened between the two of them even if they didnt want to.

“So-“ Hook got caught off by the ear-deafening scream from outside the dorm.

“HOOK!!!”

Hook sat up immediately and grabbed the girl, pushing her towards the door “you need to go, y/n, now!”

Y/n stumbled, confused “what? Are you going to hide me again, James?” Y/n said getting madder, she thought that after what happened last night, they would be alright.

“I promise you, my love, i won’t, you know how Uliana is, i dont want you to get hurt” Hook pleaded to her as he opened the door and lead her out right as Uliana was rushing down the corridor with the rest of the Vk’s rushing from behind her.

“YOU!!” Uliana yelled pointing at Y/n.

“Go. Go! I love you” Hook kissed her cheek before urging her to run away.

“YOU! I SAID STOP” Uliana was about to run after her, but James blocked her way “you got a problem with her, you talk to me, yeah?” James said getting in Uliana’s face with a menacing glare.

Uliana was lost for words, cuz how dare he talk back to her.

“J-james, i’m sorry, we tried to stop her” Maleficent said out of breathe as she and the guys caught up to them.

“It’s fine, Mali, thank you though” James smiled at her “but we need to talk alone” he sighed as he entered his room, staring expectantly at Uliana to enter.

Uliana rolled her eyes before begrudgingly entering the dorm, slamming the door close.

“What were, no, what ARE you thinking, Hook!? Dating a royal!?” Uliana was livid, for a reason even he doesn’t know.

“Why? Why does it matter to you?” James sighed, already tired of this conversation.

“WHY!? SHE’S A ROYAL-“ Uliana got cut off.

“AND!? SO WHAT IF SHE’S ROYAL!? HMM!?” James yelled back

“YOU’RE A VILLAIN, HOOK, YOU’RE VICIOUS, YOU’RE CRUEL AND MEAN” Uliana reasoned.

“AND I AM! Just….just not with her” Hook’s voice got softer at the mention of the girl he fell in love with.

Uliana scoffed “You’re pathetic, Hook. Going all soft for that pitiful little mermaid”

“Dont. Don’t talked about her like that, when 𝘺𝘰𝘶-“ hook scoffed “you’re just 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘦 and 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 of Ursula, why? Because you’re weak and powerless compared to her. If anyone here is pathetic and pitiful, it’s 𝙮𝙤𝙪.” Hook provoked while Uliana just stared at her friend with a shocked look on her face.

“It’s her or us, Hook.” Uliana said in a tight voice.

“Get out.” Hook said opening the door.

“Her or us!” Uliana yelled.

“You know the answer to that. get out.” Hook rubbed his temple, he can feel a head ache coming.

“You really are useless” Uliana scoffed before stomping her way out the room.

After getting, basically, pushed out of her boyfriends, or at least she thinks her boyfriend, she doesnt know anymore, she walked back to her dorm.

She dropped to her bed, confused about everything that had happened, when a knock was heard. She stood up, opening the door only to be pushed back in by a pink and blue hair.

“Y/N! OH MY GOD!!” Bridget screeched as she grabbed the girls arms and shook it continuously.

“YOU AND JAMES! WHATTTT! THATS CRAZY” Bridget was overly excited while Ella on the other hand was just awkwardly smiling at her.

“YOU GUYS ARE SO CUTE TOGETHER” Bridget was jumping up and down with Ella trying to stop her.

“I’m sorry about her” Ella apologised, as she got Bridget to calm down as much as she can.

Y/n startled by what had occurred waved it off “no no, uh, dont worry about it and i’m sorry, you know, for dating one of your bullies-“ Bridget cut her off.

“Oh no, they don’t bully us, they’re just messing around” Bridget brushed off like the nice person she is, meanwhile Ella just stared at her flabbergasted.

“What she means, is that, you don’t need to apologise, you can’t control what you feel, i should know, i never thought i’d like a royalty but here i am” Ella said blushing.

“Oh, right! Congratulations to you and Charming, you guys make such a perfect couple” Y/n said, remembering the cute couple.

“Thank you, but as i was saying, he might be mean to us, but as long as he’s good to you, then that’s all that matters” Ella said as Bridget rushed to hugged the both of them, startling the both of them.

“OHHHH! YOU GUYS ARE SO CUTEEEE!” Bridget squealed as she squeeze the two girl.

When they pulled away, y/n took her hand into hers “You’ll find that perfect someone for you too, Bridget” y/n said with pity, because she knows how much the girl wanted someone.

“Don’t worry about me, y/n!” Bridget said, still cheerfully and just then door creaked as a figure emerged, It was Hook, who stood awkwardly at the door, he wasn’t expecting to see Ella and Bridget.

“Umm, you know, we should go” Ella said noticing the sudden tension, pulling Bridget with her who said “oh my god, you’re so cute together” before the door closed behind Hook.

There was a beat of silence before Hook broke it.

“Well, Bridget seems nice” he said hesitantly.

“Are you serious?” Y/n said shocked.

“I always thought she was just annoyingly positive” Hooks said explained.

“Yeah well, you would know if you actually talked to her besides making fun of her and Ella, but what do you want, Hook.” Y/n said with a hard voice as she walked towards her bed.

Hook set down the girls dress she had left there last night before kneeling down in front of the seated girl.

“Please don’t call me that, anything but Hook” he pleaded but the girl just stared at him with the same annoyed expression.

“I talked to Uliana” he explained.

“And?” Y/n said.

“Well, i guess, we’re not friends anymore” he let out a small chuckle.

“What!?” The girl said shocked “why?”

“She made me choose between you and them, Y/n” Hook said confused at the girls reaction, he thought she’d be happy.

“And…you chose me?”

“I would 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 choose you, my love” Hook said before kissing the back of her hand and the girl lets him.

“But-“ the girl was confused, so so confused “just the other day, you were ignoring me, for gods know why”

“I was a coward, ok? The day i was supposed to meet you, Maleficent stopped me, apparently she already knew about us, along with Morgie and Hades, and they’re cool about it too” he smiled at the thought of his three friends “but Uliana didn’t know and she was starting to suspect something, apparently she’s been following me around for days before that, because i was acting weirdly and i was scared that if she found out, she would hurt you, so i distanced myself from you and it got her off my back, but 𝘨𝘰𝘥, was it torture to be apart from you, for so long, i missed you” Hook said cupping the girls face and brushing off the tears that started to fall from her eyes.

“You could’ve told me, James” she whispered, afraid that her voice might break “i could’ve handled her bullying”

“Yeah, but I wouldn’t, y/n. I wouldn’t have been able to take seeing you get hurt” hook said desperately “but its okay now, because anyone who hurt you would come through me first, I don’t care anymore, y/n… i just want to love you publicly and now we can” Hook’s voice broke as tears of joy ran down his cheeks, y/n catching them before kissing him.

“Everything’s going to be okay now” Hook said to her lips.

Week’s has passed and the couple has never been happier, going out in public, sharing kisses in front of everyone, some might say that they’re worse than Jasmine and Aladdin but the two didn’t care.

There were a few of the rebels who tried to bully y/n when she was alone but Hook always arrived before anything happened. He soon found out from Morgie that Uliana was the one to send them to which Hook wasn’t even surprised. Although as time went on, the attacks soon lessened until they were left all alone.

What did surprise the couple was on one faithful day, Uliana approached them nervously with the rest if the VK’s behind her, trying to give her encouragement as she apologised for how she reacted and for the attacks she sent towards the girl.

Y/n forgave her as she noticed the honesty in the girls eyes but Hook was still skeptical of the witches behaviour.

Hook eventually forgave her and went back to being a VK.

Everything went back to normal but better. Y/n and Hook was finally together publicly and the bullying lessened, cuz they still needed to keep their reputation even if they only played harmless pranks towards Ella and Bridget.

Uliana was still weirded out to see the two but she can live with it.

They were living their best lives. Soon they finished school and went to college, relationship still going strong. It was a dream come true.

Their 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧.

[pupyuj]

dubcon!!!!

being one of the best dancers on campus, it was a given that you’d get chosen to represent the school in an upcoming dance competition,,pero the catch is…you were partnered up with maloi, your no. 1 dance rival na super pikon at mainitin ang ulo😁ohmygoshhh imagine the anger and (sexual) tension kapag you and maloi are alone in a dance room, practicing and arguing with each other😵‍💫ughhh tas ikaw na medyo tanga-tanga (reader too prideful to admit she was struggling), kept fucking up the choreo over and over again, kaya a very angry g!p maloi fucked you instead😁fuck up the choreo, get fucked by her. simple. 🤷‍♀️ and since you’re prideful nga, you couldn’t allow yourself to enjoy what maloi was doing to you (u were crying and begging her na itigil), kahit deep inside (literally) ang sarap–🥴PLEASEEEE ugh hate sex >>> throwing insults at eo while fucking >>>>> OH AND MALOI IS VV ROUGH….😁😁😁😁😁😁

with love,

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🍒 anon our lord and savior thank you for this delicious ask 🤭 you always deliver and outdo me I LOVE YOU 😭😭‼️ kinda a long one kase i love toxic yuri WOOOOO

[cw: heavy dubcon, g!p maloi.]

almost everybody agreed that it was the worst idea in the world to have you and maloi partnered up and dancing together kase they knew neither of you would cooperate to get anything done 😭 and that was exactly what happened!! 💀 you, the bida-bida na masungit and super demanding pa and maloi, who refused to listen to anything you said and actually ignored your annoying ass most of the time and did her own thing 😭😭

maloi not having the patience for any mistakes so she makes a habit of pointing out where you were wrong all the time! like your toe could be facing the wrong angle and she’d give you the lip for it 😒 ofc there’s always some back and forth too.. getting all up in each other’s face and arguing about the other being a beat too late.. but ah it was impossible for you to focus when maloi looked too good drenched in sweat 😵‍💫‼️ doesn’t help that she sometimes refused to tie her hair up so her hair would just stick to her forehead, neck, and back and you’d ogle all over her when she wasn’t looking… watching and practically drooling while she drinks water and exposes her neck that was slick with sweat.. it was rlly embarrassing to admit that you did find her rlly attractive PERO YOU HAD A COMPETITION TO WIN 😤😤😤

tanginaaa getting sooo shy and quiet whenever she wants to personally guide you through a move you were obviously having a hard time following but refused to ask for help bcs of ur pride?/!;&3’ she tells you you’re wrong, walks over to your side and grabs your arms but you literally flinch away from her and glare at her to cover up how flustered you felt.. 🫣

“ang sensitive mo naman! ikaw na nga tinutulungan, ikaw pa mag-iinarte dyan!”

“sino ba kasi nagsabi na kailangan ko tulong mo?? i don’t need you for anything, ricalde. ever.”

“ewan ko sa’yo. edi mag mukhang tanga ka nang mag-isa.”

the conversation usually ends with a roll of your eyes and maloi walking away pero one day mas sobrang nakakaasar siya 😭 it was like she loved riling you up for no reason but also rlly just loved berating you whenever you made the smallest mistakes..

“mali. mali ulit. ang dami mong mali. do you ever do anything right?? this is why i tried to help you.”

“gusto mo lang ako tuksuhin. leave me alone, i’ll get better on my own.”

“i have been leaving you alone. seems like it hasn’t been doing much naman.”

ohhh you’d be so pisseddd 😭😭😭

“fuck you, ricalde.”

and she’d be pissed too bcs wtf?/?!;!/; she only tried to help 😒😒

“say that again.”

“fuck you.”

ayun suddenly your back gets thrown against the wall and maloi’s kissing you 🫣🫣 for such a tiny thing, she sure was strong.. no matter how much you resisted, she wouldn’t budge! you were pretty sure you could throw her to the ground with one arm until now.. seems like you should never underestimate her ever again 🤭 pushing her away, trying to kick her legs, and slapping her does nothing either.. esp when she slides her tongue inside your mouth and squeezes your ass with both hands, suddenly you were moaning even tho you were still actively trying to push her off..

loi forcing you to turn around and pressing your face against the wall while she pulls your skirt up.. god you were practically begging her to fuck you! she was looking right at your drenched panties and you still had the nerve to curse at her?? and that’s why your punishment is her only rubbing her tip against your panties, not doing anything further even while you’re pushing backwards against her..

“come on.. alam mo naman kung ano sasabihin mo diba?”

“j-just.. fuck me.. you’re so annoying.”

“tsk. wrong answer.” AND EVERY TIME YOU REFUSE TO BEG NICELY SHE SPANKS YOU?? she loves the sound of her hand hitting your plump ass and how you whine so cutely… spanks you until your cheeks were red and your panties are soaked not only with your wetness but also her precum bcs maloi wanted you so fucking bad 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 because of that ofc she doesn’t actually wait until you say “please” and before you knew it her throbbing cock was inside you, sitting snug inside your tight walls and stretching you out.. hitting all the right places that it makes you moan and moan until you were merely just standing there against the tinted windows, free for maloi to use as she pleases.. 🫠

it was hard enough to focus when she’s doing so fucking good pushing you to the edge.. even harder when she’s saying such mean things to your ear 😓 “y-you will not.. embarrass me… gawin mo ng tama yung choreography o-or… fuck..! or i’ll punish you just.. like this…” knowing maloi she’s probably just staring at your reflection in the window, enamoured by your pretty expressions while she fucked you harshly 🤤

and ykw neither of you will go back to practicing bcs sex that good has to be done over and over again are you kidding 🫠🫠 esp in the dance room where there’s sooo many things you could do.. maloi’s favorite?? fucking you doggy style facing the mirror so you can watch how good you looked taking it from behind for her like the good girl you actually are 🫣🥰

[sour-leminies]

Hi, sorry to brother you I LOVE how you write and I would to make a request for you about Maleficient x reader x Hades.

How come they're in a thresome but reader fels insecure because she think they love each other more than they love you and feels like something momentary, after avoiding them for a couple of days they enter in her room and found her crying, when they start to talk and she starts to explain herself they started to feels bad and explain them how much they love her, at the end they end Up making up to her spending the rest of the day showing her how much they love her.

THANKS SO MUCH 💕

“We love you desperately.”

Paring: Maleficent x F!Reader x Hades

Summary: To find one love of your life is rare, to find two is extraordinary. Hades and Maleficent are your everything, so why would they start to leave you out? Do they even care if you’re in this relationship, you can’t help but ask yourself.

Warnings: Poly relationship established.

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You had loved Hades and Maleficent with your entire being. You loved how they would help you get out of your comfort in a good way. How they would encourage you to be the worse/best you can.

When people learned about all three of you being together everyone had decided to judge. People had expected Hades and Maleficent to be together, but you in the mix? It made people question and start rumors.

‘They were with you out of boredom.’ ‘They were playing a prank on you.’ ‘They didn’t actually care about you.’

Hades and Maleficent would always make sure to shut someone up if they dare say that. They had tried their hardest for you not to hear it, but it couldn’t be help.

You would hear them whispering. It had made your confidence dwindle, made you question yourself in a way.

In the beginning you were scared that one of you would be left out, that one of you would feel less loved. You were proven wrong though, when everything went so perfectly despite the rumors.

The three of you would have dates, take turns picking movies, help each other. Always be there for one another. For a while it was amazing.

But slowly your fear was coming true, and it was you who felt left out.

—

The three of you were walking down a path, laughing to yourselves at what happened to Uliana earlier. Turning into a pink flamingo.

You stopped once Hades pulled Maleficent hand back to him, also stopping her.

The god bent down and plucked a purple flower, handing it to the dark fairy.

You couldn’t help the little strike of hurt in your heart. “The purple flower is made for you.” It wasn’t often Hades spoke kinds words, but when he did he was always sure to be kind to the both of you.

So you felt like a fool waiting for the attention you thought he would send your way. However it felt like cold water drenched you as the two started walking again, calling out to you in a small “come on Y/N.”

—

A knock on your door drew you attention, and before you could even say come in, the person walked through. Or well people.

Hook and Morgie walked into the room, and they paused when they saw you.

You took notice of Diaval, Maleficent bird, trying to get out of Morgie’s hands while the boy struggled.

“What are you doing here?” You and Hook asked each other while Morgie continued to fight with the bird.

“This is my room.” You said, as if it was obvious. You and Maleficent had shared a dorm, for obvious reasons.

“Yeah but aren’t you on that date with Mali and Hades?” Clearly not, but what date?

James saw your confusion and felt like Hades was going to scold him, even though it wasn’t his fault the two of them didn’t invite you.

“Don’t you know?”

Is that why Maleficent left without saying anything? You had just thought she went to go hang out with Uliana. Sure you hadn’t really talked to the couple in a few days — you felt to insecure, but would they really okay with ditching you?

You could feel your self start to cry, hating it. The two villain boys also hated it cause they didn’t know what to do in this situation.

All they were doing was trying to put a bird back in its cage or very least its owners room.

James grabbed the bird out Morgie’s arm, to which the boy stuck his tongue out to the crow.

Hook tossed the crow in your direction and Diaval wasted no time in flying to your aid, cuddling up to you.

The two boys walked back out the room, and hook immediately stepped onto Morgie’s foot.

“What was that for?!”

“You started this!” Technically Hook was the one to spill. “You fix it and go tell Mali and Hades on how them leaving out Y/N is affecting them.”

Before Morgie could say no the pirate already walked away. Letting out a big sigh Morgie did as told, rubbing the spot where the crow nipped him.

—

Maleficent looked around the shops in town, sighing when she saw nothing worth getting you. Your birthday was coming up, so your two lovers had decided to go out on the town to try and find you something.

Hands wrapped around the dark fairy faced, and the voice of one of the loves of her life spoke. “Find anything?”

“No…” she sighed out. “Nothings worth it. What if we don’t find her something?”

Hades turned her around and placed a kiss on her forehead, “we’ll find something she’ll love.” He promised.

Though there little moment was interrupted by the son of Morgana.

“Y/N is upset…” he heaved out to the two. Who was now suddenly very alert. “Me and Hook told her about the date…” he heaved out again, out of breath from the running he did all around town to find the two of you. “You two are on without her.”

Hades suddenly felt like punching the two men who put something false in his girls head. It didn’t matter to him if they actually thought that — they should know better.

However Maleficent pulled him away and the two went rushing back to your room. Hoping you would listen and let them explain.

You were already acting weird enough, keeping to yourself and starting to pull away.

—

The two didn’t bother to knock, they just went into the room. Seeing you sniffling with Diaval.

His owner would be sure to give him as many treats as possible for trying to comfort Y/N.

Maleficent was the first one to sit on the bed with you, pulling you to her as you cried. “You two are going to leave me.” Your voice broke, and it ripped out their hearts.

Hades went into action and pulled both his girls to him, he was also rubbing your back as the two immediately denied your claim.

“We could never leave you.” Your beloved fairy said into your ear.

“Do you truly think us fools?” Your handsome god asked you. As if them leaving you would only be in death. And even then they would never leave you.

“Don’t lie. I know you were on a date… without me. And god saying that out loud makes me feel pathetic for caring so much.”

Despite how embarrassed you felt about how much this whole thing affected you, you could help by continue to cry, only this time quieter as you soaked in their affection.

“We weren’t on a date.” Hades was the first one to correct you, and Maleficent carried on. “We were birthday shopping for you.”

You slightly shook your head, that was still rested against Maleficent shoulder.

“Then why have you been leaving me out? Giving each other kind words, and flowers, and attention— without giving me so much as a glance longer than five seconds.”

The two powerful beings felt like such idiots. How could they be oblivious to your feelings?

“Baby, listen.” Hades started, pulling you away from Maleficent and into his lap. Making sure you looked him in the face.

“That flower I gave Maleficent, you may not realize but I’m pretty sure you’re allergic. You started sneezing when I gave them to you two before.” Now you felt like an idiot.

“I’m also sorry for not being fair. I should have realized sooner how you were feeling left out. And I’m sorry.” It was very rare for the god to apologize. To admit he was wrong — but with you it came so easily.

“I’m sorry too,” Maleficent said, turning your gaze to hers. “I don’t show love easily but I do love you. I love the both of you.”

You finally felt at peace as the god kissed your head while the fairy kissed your lips.

Hades leaned down to your ear and whispered, “we love you desperately, and we will make you believe it always.”

—

A/N: I feel like this is short, or it’s missing something so I may edit it in the future, but no matter how long I stare at it I can’t figure it out. So out my drafts it goes. ALSO THANK YOU!!!

[ljaylmaoo]

🎃Kinktober Day 5- Exhibitionism🎃

Hook x fem!reader 18+

!!UNEDITED/NOT PROOFREAD!!

warnings: Morgie and reader fight over hook (playful), classroom sex, grinding, creampie, the VKs are quite “normal” in this? lol, humiliation..?, caught..?, orgasms, creampie, etc!!

a/n: hello welcome to Kinktober day 5! I sincerely apologize for the wait 😭 I was focused on the fab 5 special and hit writers block then when I was writing them I didn’t like how they were going so i decided to completely rewrite them both. I’m still working on the fab 5 special so it may not be posted till tomorrow or the next! HAPPY HALLOWEEN! 👻

All I can say about this one is poor Morgie… 😭

word count: 2.7k

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Quickly walking out of your dorm and down to the courtyard, you attempted to pull your skirt down that was riding up your thighs just a little too high, though it was just enough to cover the bottom of your ass. It wasn’t new for you to be wearing something as revealing as this, you were always confident in your appearance and style which is what your boyfriend, James, adored about you; having a girlfriend with just as much boldness as him in terms of fashion and personality had let his own confidence bubble over (becoming a bit too much for some people to handle, though he couldn’t care any less). But knowing that you weren’t wearing anything underneath made you feel a type of nervous excitement that swarmed within. The way a simple breeze could easily divulge your dirty little secret to the whole school. It made you more excited to know that letting James in on your naughty exploit would easily play with and falter his own composure which is exactly what you wanted.

You wanted to be the one in control for once.

You entered the courtyard and strode over to your friends who were all in your usual spot at a bench in the far left corner. You made a quick glance at the others and lightly laughed to yourself as you saw that Morgie was of course bothering your boyfriend, sat on his lap and face cupped in his hands trying to kiss his cheek while Hook was trying desperately to pry him off cursing at him as the others laughed; but your main focus was on James.

The moment you made eye contact with the pretty brunette pirate his face instantly lit up and with one forceful shove he managed to push Morgie off his lap causing the boy to collapse onto the ground with a grunt. He stood up and picked you up, spinning you around, thankfully having his arms wrapped around your ass to keep the skirt from flying up at the action. You giggled and hugged him back, “Hello, darling” he smiled and began feathering kisses all over your face as a nonverbal way of saying ‘thank you’ for saving him from the previous situation he was stuck in before placing you down on the ground. “Hi” you replied still giggling, “um, were you cheating on me just now with Morgie?” You jokingly asked while gesturing behind you with your finger, pointing to the boy who had just gotten up off the ground with a pout on his face, Maleficent and Hades still getting a kick out of it. James only rolled his eyes, unamused, “haha, very funny. You know I would never.” You laughed again, “I know I’m just teasing, love.” You said, scrunching your nose playfully and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

He sat back down and pulled you on top of him by your waist and rested his hand on your thigh, the feeling of the fabric of his pants making contact with your bare core reminded you of your lack of underwear and your original plan you had for today which had brought back the fluttery feeling in your stomach. “Gross.” Morgie rolled his eyes, still holding the grudge against Hook after he had thrown him to the ground. “Aww Morgs, are you mad because you can’t sit in his lap?” Mali cooed sarcastically, keeping the bit going. Morgie crossed his arms pouting more, “yes. I am, actually.” He began, “Because he is mine.” He stated while looking directly into your eyes with a glare, making it known that the statement was directed towards you. Hook groaned in annoyance, resting his forehead against your shoulder and slowly shook his head being completely fed up with him. You tilted your head, “that’s a shame…” you exhaled in faux disappointment, “cause it’s really comfy.” You smiled taunting the boy more while snuggling your hips more into his lap, getting more comfortable and as if on cue, the two of you stuck your tongues out at each other at the same time. “Not fair. She always gets to.” Morgie mumbled while walking over to Mali who patted his head.

“Wait!” Uliana unexpectedly spoke up who was focused on watching Bridget the whole time, causing the group to jump at the abrupt sound of her voice. The action made your clit to rub against his thigh causing you to let out a small moaned gasp which James picked up on. He gave you a weird look, “are you okay?” He whispered, tuning out Uliana’s voice, you smiled at him, “yeah I just…” you trailed off, your nerves making you hesitant on whether it was a good idea anymore or not. “Just, what..?” He questioned, before you could say anything, the first bell suddenly rang. It was now or never. You quickly decided to take the opportunity and follow through with your plan. You leaned closer to his ear, lips brushing against it as you whispered, letting him in on your secret. His eyes growing wide for a second and you felt him shift uncomfortably underneath you as you pulled away and smiled in satisfaction as you watched his face flush, taking a shaky breath. You silently got off him and began to walk away behind Mali and Hades, looking over your shoulder with a wink leaving him stunned for a moment, glancing down your figure. He swiftly got up and desperately tried to catch up with you.

Once you all got to class, Morgie practically ran up to the desk beside Hook’s that was at the very back, and sat down which is when James had finally caught up. He slowly sat down, carefully watching you and Morgie’s interaction as Morgie proudly smiled up at you, “ha, beat you! maybe next time princess.” You sighed, “that’s fine, I guess I’ll just have to sit here then…” you smirked and slyly sat back down onto your boyfriend’s lap, throwing your arms around his neck and pulled him closer all while keeping eye contact with the poor boy beside you. He groaned that you had “won” once again and blew a raspberry at you. “Morgie!” He rapidly turned his head to Uliana who gained his attention and continued talking among the others about whatever her plan was for Bridget, leaving you two to your own previous conversation.

You smiled and turned to James who was already looking at you. “What?” You smirked, he looked into your eyes, “were you being serious?” He asked surprised, you nodded, “I mean you could check if you don’t believe me.” you shrugged. He secretly and carefully brought his hand up your thigh under your skirt, you felt his finger gently brush against your slit before he quickly pulled away, his breath hitching after getting the confirmation. “Fuck…” he mumbled under his breath, you felt a soft bulge grow in his pants. “Why would you do something like that? We’re in school.” You shrugged, “I guess I forgot…” you said innocently. He rolled his eyes, “yeah, right.” He scoffed, “Don’t act like you don’t like it” you cooed, “I can quite literally feel you growing hard beneath me” you lightly rolled your hips on his growing erection. He instantly stilled your hips, grabbing them harshly. “Careful darling, you’re playing a very dangerous game right now.” He growled lowly against your ear before kissing down your neck making you gasp. You tilted your head to give him more access, “that I’m pretty sure I’m winning” you teased and rolled your hips as much as you could with his strong hold on your hips. “Oh really?” He questioned before thrusting his hips up while harshly pulling you down, his bulge easily slipping through your folds from your slick making you let out a whimper then quickly covering your mouth with your hand.

This should be fun.

After class officially began, you two would take turns trying to get a sound out of each other by unexpectedly grinding or thrusting when the other wasn’t expecting it. You’d be lying if you said the risk of getting caught wasn’t turning either of you on. But the feeling slowly became too much for you both, especially James who had grown tired of the restriction of his pants and fabric straining against his rock hard member. After he had perfectly ground your clit on the tip of his cock earning a surprised gasp by you, you had then thought of an idea. As you were sat with your back on his chest, legs crossed “listening” to the lecture while seamlessly twirling your pen in your hand, you purposely dropped it on the ground in front of you under the desk. You slightly lifted your hips and bent over seductively just enough so he could see your bare and glistening pussy lips rub along him with your movement. The sound of your pen dropping had only gotten Morgie’s attention from beside you and peered over, Hook quickly grabbed your hips and harshly (yet somehow discreetly) slammed your hips back down onto him to hide both his noticeably painful erection along with your throbbing cunt. Your mouth fell open at the way your folds were split open and thankfully, from the surprise and quite hard action, only a silent and inaudible scream came out. You quickly sat back up and turned to Morgie who gave you both a suspicious glance before turning back towards the front of the class.

You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding and nudged Hook with your elbow. He didn’t react and instead held your hips up, just enough so your skirt would hide what he was doing, and quietly and quickly undid his pants, “what are you-“ you suddenly felt his cock spring up and hit your ass. You gasped and giving you no time to think, he pulled your hips down onto his leaking member. You held the side of his thigh for support, covering your mouth to keep the whiny moan from falling out at the feeling of his size entering your tight hole. You heard him sigh at the relief of feeling you around him as he bottomed out, his grip still strong on your hips. “we’re in class…” you mumbled just barely below a whisper so only he could hear you while he guided your hips to roll against him. “Exactly, so be a good girl and be quiet so we don’t get caught.” He whispered with a smirk.

You were frustrated that he managed to take control yet again and at the fact that you thought he would never do something like this. You thought teasing him today would be fun and the punishment would wait… but you were dead wrong. So now you were forced to be split on his cock in the middle of class, slowly and subtly moving your hips along his. The tip grazing perfectly along your g spot making you squeeze your thighs together and held onto his hook (that was hooked around your waist) as support. You bit down hard on your bottom lip almost enough to draw blood trying your hardest to keep your moans from escaping, but you were struggling. Quiet whines and whimpers started pouring out from your mouth and you tried to still your hips. “I can’t take it anymore, please” you whined, gripping the desk in front of you. You glanced at Morgie who seemed to be asleep, his figure quietly rising and falling against his desk. But your whine seemed to wake him up and he slowly lifted his head from his desk and you quickly crossed your legs trying to act casual. He tilted his head, “are you okay, y/n..?” He questioned. Thank god your skirt covered up his cock buried deep inside you. you smiled at him, “no, yeah I’m completely fine. James won’t stop tickling me.” You said while throwing his hands off your hips to play it off. Morgie only nodded sleepily and put his head back down.

James harshly gripped your hips and leaned closer to your ear, “keep moving or I’m not afraid to bend you over the desk and fuck you relentlessly in front of everyone.” He threatened, voice laced with lust. You nodded and continued moving your hips and his grip loosened. The continuous motion created a hot sensation to grow in your lower abdomen causing you to clench around his length and you heard his breath hitch, he began guiding you while your body started to shake, the feeling about to wash over you. He reached around and dipped his hand under your skirt, rubbing circles around your swollen clit. Your breathing began getting heavier and you covered your mouth again. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-“ You mouthed silently after a few more thrusts and came undone on top of him, your mouth dropping agape as your legs shook and body tensed while you coated his cock with your release. You melted into his chest as he continued the subtle movements. You felt him twitch and he bit down onto your shoulder to stop himself from moaning, letting out small enough whimpers that only you could hear and his breathing was growing heavy. The feeling of him twitching inside you made you squirm and you felt the hot strings of cum shoot deep inside of you cover your insides, filling you up.

You caught your breaths and realized what you both had just done. There was slight panic in your eyes, scared for him to pull out knowing that you had both made a mess (thankfully only on each other) and without saying anything, he spun you around and picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist with him still buried deep inside as he carried you out of class, both thanking to whoever was above that the door was at the back of the class leaving you both unseen by any of your classmates.

Morgie jolted awake from his deep sleep and looked around to find that your chair had been empty. He furrowed his brows in confusion as he eyed the singular drop of a white substance on the ground.

Well that plan backfired completely…

[the-californicationist]

Cali Cali bo-bali banana fana fo-fali me my mo mali! Cali!

I'm three Budweisers in and got an itch for alpha Price with a sudden need to breed (yay! Surprise rut!), and there's his sweet smelling omega neighbor who he's been keeping at arm's length because he's a professional dammit and has complete control of his urges, thank you very much.

Honestly, I just wanna see Mr. "I'm Married to My Job" lose it and show back up on base abashed and mated, and also ridiculously proud of his lil omega's claiming bite, because "she turned into a wildcat, lads. I couldn't stop her." *wink-wink*

Or not. I'm happy with any smutty Price fic you bestow on us, really. I'm just being weirdly specific because— alcohol = horny thots. 🍺😏🥴🫠

Drunken hugs 🫂 from Random Thot

RTG!! You are the most amazing person, and every time I see your pfp on AO3 or tumblr, I just get all gooey inside. Thank you for the ask! I wrote (and fully deleted) this fic three times because I wanted to get it right. I just pray that I could deliver. <3 <3 Hope this is what you were hoping for!!

MDNI/NSFW -- TW: damsel in distress, ABO dynamics, knotting, fuck-or-die scenarios, CNC, fluids, PIV sex, female OC

Glory, Glory

It was his last beer of the night, and he was ripping it apart. Curling, soggy shards of the torn label were stuck under his thumbnail, darkening the translucent edge and making it look dirty. They littered the sticky, lacquered bartop like ugly snow, falling in a tiny, chaotic mess. His hands were more than just dirty, the captain thought to himself as he used his wide thumb to itch at the glue-covered glass, rolling little, paper shards away from the smooth surface to reveal the amber liquid swirling within. The captain’s hands; they were covered in blood. Not innocent blood, but blood all the same. They’d never be clean again. 

But, that was the job, and he was good at it. His hands were a direct reflection of his hard work. Killing evil bastards kept the world safe. Some poor sob in a factory could clean out the glue-painting machine that pasted these fuckin’ labels on all of these bloody beer bottles because of one unshakable truth: John Price was good at killing evil bastards.

Unfortunately, the killing would need to wait until after the mandated leave window closed again. His argument with Kate still grated inside of his head. He could almost hear her harsh, Yank accent in his ears.

“What do you want me to tell payroll, John? You can’t be here. You’ve got too many days. Go home. See your mom.”

“I see her plenty, Katie. Let me run that ops gig with Keller. C’mon. I’ll do overwatch,” he tried his best to weasel his way back into a bit of active duty.

“You’d be the world’s most expensive overwatch. Hell no. Here’s your ticket,” she shoved an envelope in his hands, “...and your money,” another envelope, “Go the fuck home, Captain. That’s an order.”

An order. More like a toothless threat. 

But, alas, here he was, staring at a freshly shaved, buzzcut version of himself in a filthy pub mirror, undressing bottles left and right. 

“Another, mate?” The barkeep pointed to his almost-empty drink, making a slight grimace at the paper graveyard that was sprinkled across his bar.

“No,” John sighed, pulling out a few notes from his wallet, “I’m off.”

“Happy Christmas,” the barkeep took the bills and didn’t bother to look up again, setting himself to sweeping the torn strips off of the surface, preparing for the next paying customer. 

“You, too,” John muttered, tugging his black wool beanie over his ears before braving the classic cold, wet, and windy Liverpudlian night. 

He didn’t live far. John’s mum had kept up his loft down by the docks, but it certainly didn’t feel like home. Home wasn’t real. Not anymore. As he walked along the Mersey’s edge, he peered into the black water, wondering if he’d ever truly go home again. 

All of a sudden, he heard a shrill scream. Every sense that had been dulled by his lager was now as sharp as a blade and set on its edge. Again, a high-pitched shout pealed through the night air, beckoning him back to his heroism. That keening was the sound of some evil that needed stamping out, and he was hungry for it. 

He sprinted through the warehouse district, chasing the noise of scuffling, ducking behind alleys and abandoned garages, looking for the source. Finally, there was a flash of red that caught his eye, so he ran towards it, his mind making sense of the scene in front of him. 

Voices were jumbled and mashed up together, barely registering in his mind.

“Out here in a fuckin’ heat. Dumb bitch! C’mere.”

“She’s got a knife!”

“C’mere, you little slag. Get –”

In the middle of three huge, stinking Alphas, a tiny Omega was struggling, arm outstretched, brandishing her knife at them to keep them at bay. John came up behind the biggest one, some bald fuck with a dirty coat, and dropped him, cracking his spine in two places with well-placed fists, and breaking his jaw on his way down to the ground, leaving him groaning on the concrete. 

One of his mates, a older man with thick, black eyebrows, lunged at Price, a look of indignant surprise on his face. The Omega screamed, her red coat yanked back over her face by the third man, her knife clattering to her feet. Price focused on Mister Eyebrows, dodging a lazy haymaker before popping him twice in the nose, drawing out his blood and knocking out at least two of his front teeth. Then, John grabbed him by the collar, pulling his jaw into his raised knee and listening to the satisfying splash as he fell into a murky puddle. 

Finally, he set his sights on the last Alpha of the pack whose ropey arm was looped across the Omega’s neck, choking the air from her lungs. He growled at Price, his scent turning to rancid fear,

“Stay back! She’s mine, you big bastard.”

The captain had nothing to say. With a practiced ease, he side-stepped her assailant, breaking the elbow that controlled her throat, making him release her immediately. The evil bastard stumbled back, hand outstretched, bargaining for his life, 

“Wait, wait. I’ll share her with you, how’s that? I’ll even let you have first go!”

A deafening howl came out of his mouth as Price’s boot heel made contact with his kneecap, forcing it to snap at a terrible angle. John’s hand shot out and grabbed the man by the hair on the crown of his head, tugging cruelly at his scalp. Without mercy, John slammed his face into a nearby bollard, and the howling stopped.

It was quiet again aside from the Omega’s trembling breaths. She had recovered the knife and was now pointing it towards John with shaking hands and wide, determined eyes. 

“You alright, love?” Price asked, holding his hands up in a sign of peace, edging towards her in gentle, predictable steps. 

“Y-yeah… Stay! Stay right there,” her voice was bright and clear, and he could hear her strength laced through her words. He stopped in his tracks, respecting her wishes.

“What are you doin’ all the way out here, darlin’?”

“They dragged me over here from Baltic Fleet,” she straightened up, getting her bearings, wiping the blood from a small cut in her cheek, “Fuckin’ bastards. Thank you, by the way.”

“Jus’ doin’ my job,” Price shrugged, waiting for her to lower the knife even further before he continued his approach.

“Police?” She asked, a little confused. 

“Not exactly,” Price smiled, offering a hand out to her, “John Price, Captain of His Majesty’s RAF service.”

“Oh,” she studied him for a moment, and then her eyes fell to the hand, ready to bite but deciding to shake it instead. 

When he touched her skin, Price felt her fever. Shocked, he tightened his grip, not meaning to startle her but too surprised by her temperature to ignore it.

“Christ, love. You’re burnin’ up.”

As quick as a flash, she yanked her hand out of his grasp and retreated back towards the wall of the warehouse behind her, scooting her way towards the corner to get out of his range, ready to bolt. She didn’t respond, but John watched as she wiped her brow, dotted with sweat and covered in concern. 

“Hey,” he moved forward again protectively, “You can’t be out here alone. Not like this. At least let me walk with you. I’ll stay ten paces behind. It’s not safe.”

“I’m fine,” she said with more strength in her voice than what she was ready to produce.

“You’re not. You’re in a bloody heat. When did it start?” He watched as her knees began to tremble, and against her obvious wishes, he helped her sit on the warehouse deck, letting her keep the knife so she could feel safe. 

“Yesterday…” She closed her eyes, trying to shake it off, “It’s… I’m fine. It’s never this bad.”

Now that he was close to her, Price was smothered by the scent of her body. The Omegan glands in her neck smelled like thick, wild honey, and her heat was mixing with her aroma, turning an already sweet smell into a lucious, decadent gourmand, pulling him in like quicksand. 

“C’mon,” he helped her up, “Where’s your place? I’ll get you close.”

The clang of her knife made him glance up to see her eyes closed and her mouth slack. She was out, too weak to withstand the fever and the physical exertion. 

Price felt his body react to her need. He was filled with rage, white and hot, at her situation. Those goddamn monsters were trying to take advantage of her in this vulnerable state. She should be home in her nest, being taken care of by her Alpha, covered in soothing oils and cool compresses, her needy little cunt stuffed full of his knot, staving off these symptoms and enduring them for her. Instead, she’d been hunted, chased, made to fight for her dignity out here in the middle of the docks. Something else inside Price’s chest curled around his anger. 

Possession. 

He tried to shake it off, knowing it came from being unmarked, but it had been so many years as a lone Alpha that he knew how to control it. Or, at least he thought he did. 

Now, though, he found himself pulling at the neck of her coat as he held her in his arms, invading her privacy to check for a bite. He felt the shame wash over him as he covered her skin back up. He had no business searching for a mating bite. She was not his Omega, and he was not her Alpha. 

After a few minutes out in the chilled wind, he made it to his apartment. Thankfully, it was late enough that his neighbors weren’t outside to witness what looked like a literal kidnapping, and he shuffled her inside without much trouble. Price lay her down on his long, leather sofa, careful to rest her head on the soft arm. He went to the kitchen to retrieve a cold rag and pressed it to her forehead, hoping to hold back the fever for as long as he could.

“C’mon, pretty girl. Wake up,” he whispered, trying to gently shed her coat and sweater, peeling her layers off to bring her temperature down to a more manageable level. 

She moaned, her eyes wrenching shut even tighter, her face twisted in pain,

“My head…” She sighed, desperate for some relief. 

“I know, love. C’mon,” John propped her up a bit, moving the rag so that the coldest parts would be against her skin, “What’s your name? I can find an address. Do you have your purse?”

“They… took it? I don’t… I dunno…” She muttered, obviously having a hard time stringing her thoughts together, “I don’t feel so good.”

This was not ideal. Price knew what came next. A high fever, exhaustion, fatigue, nausea, increased heart rate, and then… 

“Alpha?” Her eyes were open, glassy and dark, the pupils fully blown, looking up at him with an outpouring of unfathomable need. Her scent rolled off of her in mind-altering waves, shoving Price’s carefully-built walls out of the way and sending shocks of desire straight to his heart and his fat, growing cock. 

“No, baby. I’m not your Alpha. Who is he? Can you give me a name?” John asked, checking her coat pockets in a rushed panic. He was running out of time. 

“Alpha, please… I need… Help me, please,” her shaking hands reached under his jacket and shirt, her knuckles rubbing against his furry belly, her strong fingers digging around for his belt buckle, getting right to the point. 

Price felt the room flex around him, and he tried to breathe in air that wasn’t saturated by her vanilla spice, searching in the deepest recesses of his mind for some semblance of his self control. 

“Easy, love. I can’t m–mmngh!” Her mouth slotted over his as he tried to protest, stopping his heart and his words at the same time. 

She was heaven. Her smell was making his skin tingle all over his body, down his arms and up his legs, rushing to his central, sacral core. And her taste was even better. His little cinnamon roll, so sweet and warm, burning for him like a flame, hot and ready to scar him for life. 

“Mngh… Love, mmm… Wait…” Price held her back, using more force than he thought he should need, surprised by her sudden power. 

“John…” He met her eyes and found a particular clarity within them. She was coming out of her haze. But, it wouldn’t last. This was his final chance to keep her from doing something she would regret. 

“Darlin’, I can’t. I’m not your Alpha.”

“You smell like you are,” she mewled, rubbing her wounded cheek across his engorged neck gland, spreading his scent all over herself. 

“I can’t,” he moved away from her, trying to hold her in his arms for comfort rather than to bask in her expressive heat, “My work… I can’t leave you here, pretty girl.”

She sobbed out, trying to hold back from writhing against his body, doing everything she could not to make it harder for him to turn her down. Her eyes were rimmed red and pink from exhaustion, and she was staring down at her own hands, vibrating with tremors, slurring her words,

“Just lock me in the bath. I’ll run cold water. I’ll be fine…”

Something ancient and feral snarled in Price’s mind. 

No.

“No,” he said, involuntarily, the voice in his head escaping from his throat. 

“Please… I can’t stop myself… I want your knot, Alpha. Lock me up before I do something to you… Something you don’t want…” She could barely put two words together. Every thought was a struggle. He was losing her again. 

He grabbed her and held her to his chest, clutching her like water in his palm, using all his strength to keep her with him,

“I want you, love. I want… Fuck, I need you.”

All of a sudden, the energy around their bodies stilled. That cracking, sparking electricity that bound them together was roiling just beyond John’s consciousness, ready to surge. But, he stayed perfectly still, waiting to see what she did next. She locked eyes with him and leaned in close, as if she would kiss him. But, she didn’t. She dipped her head down until she found his Alphic gland, swollen and bruised purple from him holding back his lust, nuzzling at it with the tip of her nose, rooting against him, testing his patience, checking to see if his temperament was true. Then, when he let her sniff him in his most potent spot, when she knew his soul was as pure as his scent, that he was true, she sucked his flesh between her lips, drawing his musk onto her tongue.

She’d accepted him. He reeled from it, unable to hold back a groan, his cock jerking against his zipper, thrashing to escape, flooding with hot blood and threatening to fill his knot before he’d even had a chance to taste her. 

John pulled her mouth off of him and stared at her eyes again, in awe of her beauty, his mind swirling and yet perfectly sharp, begging her darkly,

“Give me your neck, Omega.”

The ritual had begun, and as she swept her hair away from her shoulder, pulling it around her back, she bent for him, arching her head down in a submissive bow, revealing her Omegan mating line. It looked like a keloid scar, the raised skin swollen and painful, like a pounding vein that ran from below her earlobe down to the top of her shoulder, full of her hormones and thick with her magic. One bite, and he would be in her thrall, pliant to her every whim, beholden to her needs until her heat had run its course. 

Price had never given his bite to anyone. It had been easy to abstain. In fact, in his youth, he had a hard time understanding his mates’ commitments to their Omegas, scoffing at their lack of duty to their stations, doubting their commitment, and - moreover - doubting their loyalty. He remained a captain through and through, and he’d never made room for anyone or anything else. But, here he was, his teeth aching in his jaw, bigger and sharper than they should’ve been, his every sense heightened and taking her in like a drug, compelling him to punch through her delicate flesh and suck her nectar deep into his belly. 

The feeling of her skin against his lips was enough to send a chill through his body. He was cooling from the inside out, and his body needed her heat. She was forcing a rut to take hold in him, and he could feel himself changing for her. Then, he bit down as hard as he could, breaking the thin seal of her mating line with ease, feeling the searing mixture of her oil and her blood filling his mouth and throat like a ripe plum, wet and sweet, and promising pleasure if he chose to swallow her. 

He drank from her for as long as he dared, taking her in long, slurping gulps, letting her essence coat his throat, feeling the hot fluid burn inside of his chest and down into his stomach where it pooled and lingered, warming him up from the inside out. 

“Alpha…” She moaned, raising her hand to cup his cheek as he sucked her life into himself, rubbing her thumb so softly over his shut eyelashes that he barely felt it. 

John pulled away from her, his eyes fluttering open, her bright orange blood iridescent with her mating oil, making the red cells burn bright like a fresh-cracked yolk, gleaming, trapped between his teeth like gold. He watched it drip down her chest, staining her clothes, and he began to tear them off of her. She let him, limp and mute as he peeled her open, making her naked and pulling her into his arms. 

He carried her into his bedroom, kicking open the door and busting the bolt through the strike, splintering the wood and not giving a shit about the damage. John lay her in the middle of the mattress and set to surrounding her with whatever softness he could find; his shirts, his blankets, even his scarves. Anything warm and comfortable was added to the nest, giving her as much support as he could before standing back to admire his work. 

She eyed him from her recumbent throne, commanding him with her gaze. John stripped off his shirt for her, raking it up his back and over his shoulders, feeling as if he was moving his body for her and only for her. All of his motions, even his ragged breaths, were only escaping from his lungs because she wanted them to. His buckle clattered apart, and he popped open the button of his jeans, lowering the zipper in a sharp, metallic rip. 

Once free, his heavy prick flagged, leaping forward and pulsating for her, proudly showing her his gleaming head. He was drooling an unrelenting stream of iridescent precome, his balls tight and full of Alphic oil, ready to coat her warm insides with his shining sex. 

John climbed onto the bed, his face focused on her wet mound, admiring the plumpness of her, imagining her - in every delicious way - like a tender peach. He crawled to her, his mouth still stained neon orange from her gland, and he smeared her wet quim all over his lips and tongue. He wasn’t licking her so much as he was wearing her like warpaint, moving his nose and cheeks through her to ensure he was soaked in her heady slick, his body making wild, unbridled choices purely on instinct.  

“Yes, baby, please…” Her voice went straight through him like a bullet, tightening his cockhead to an uncomfortable degree, and it jerked against the mattress in protest. Her hands were in his hair, scratching through his scalp, encouraging him to sink his tongue deep inside of her hole. 

John obeyed, helpless to her desire, his mind wiping clean and being rewritten by her will. He was swimming in her scent, drenched in her slick, and gasping against her pussy, his eyes fixated on her form as it writhed above him. When she met his eyes, she bit the inside of her lip, crying out for him, rewarding him for his prostrated fealty. Then, she began to rock her hips against his jaw, fucking herself on his face, and he let her use him to her heart’s content, staying strong and sure, allowing his body to be used, objectified and glorified by it. 

When she began to come, it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He followed his tongue inside of her with two of his thick fingers, pressing against her walls, pushing her over the edge. She bolted upright, wrapping her thighs around his face, smothering him with her body, trapping him breathless between her legs. Her whole being trembled for him. He could feel the shimmer of her very soul, rattling and writhing with her siren-like keening. And just when he started to see spots in his vision, needing air just a little less than he needed to please her, she lay open for him, blooming outward like a flower, releasing him from a limbo he longed to return to, oozing with a stream of rainbow-tinted come, the Omegan oil within her womb escaping to advertise its promises to her mate. 

Without knowing why, John found himself lapping it up from her pulsing hole like a hound, swallowing mouthful after mouthful and grunting with each pass of his broad tongue. 

“John, I need... Please, put your knot inside me. I’ll be good…” She begged, tears shining at the corners of her eyes from her come-drunk bliss, her hands plucking at her nipples and trying to soothe herself down from her high. 

“My pretty girl wants this knot, yeah?” John grinned devilishly, dipping his finger into her over and over and licking it clean like she was a jar of endless honey, “Wants me to breed this gorgeous cunt…”

At that comment, she spread her legs even wider for him, opening up for him like a blossom for the sun, ready to take whatever he had to give her. It was mesmerizing for John to see her like this. Everything about her was filled with intoxication and need. He was just a vessel for her pleasure, pouring himself into her to make her full again. Dizzy and drunk with adoration, he notched his girth at her entrance, struggling to fit even his cockhead within her. 

“Fuck… so bloody warm…”

Her body was burning him with every millimeter he sank into her, the heat of her tight sex in such high contrast with his cool rut. It felt like he was swimming in a roiling pot of sugary caramel, clinging and cloying and sticking to every part of him, and yet it was not enough. He needed more. His hips thrust forward, savage yet steady, reaching deep inside of her like an anchor, rushing to settle himself within her darkness. 

The way his Omega cried out this time was different, and it snapped him to her attention, his mind immediately sensing a new need. 

“Love, tell me what you need.” He purred, his mouth kissing her lips and her neck, lapping at the now-healing wound his own fangs had made, talking to her between long licks of his tongue, “Tell me, and it’s yours.”

“You’re so big. I’ve never…” She sounded ashamed. 

Price slowed to a creeping pace, focused fully on her face, 

“Never had a knot before?”

She shook her head, her eyes full of worry. John wrapped her up in his arms, dragging himself out of her slowly before filling her up again as carefully as he could.

“Tha’s alright, baby. You’re mine, and I’ll keep you safe. I promise.”

“Feels like I’m burning alive,” she sighed, her brow furrowing with distress, “John, I need… I don’t know how…”

“Look at me, alright?” He helped her focus her eyes on his, “Don’t… Just stay with me, right here. You’re gonna come for me, and then… I’ll give you what you need.”

“Please,” she whimpered, her voice so small. 

Price set himself on a path with a purpose. He used his hand to rub small, rhythmic circles beside the rigid body of her clit, coaxing her pussy to drop even more slick around him, using every ounce of willpower he had left not to let his knot slip inside of her prematurely. His thrusts were jerky and restrained, but he felt her begin to rock back and forth with his hand’s movements, bringing her closer and closer to her glowing joy. 

“Good girl,” he praised her, watching her as she began to fall apart around him, “Tha’s my good little Omega. Come for your Alpha just like that. Just… mmf-fuck! Like that! Holy fuck.”

The feeling of her slick pussy clenching and twisting around his cock’s tugid body was enough to make him see stars. He felt almost sick with pleasure, his whole core lighting up like a roaring fire, spitting and aching to bury himself within her. 

At the end of her crescendo, he felt himself let go of the chain, and he rutted his knot inside of her, humping himself forward ruthlessly, his body contorting itself to fit her needs. His knot sealed him within her, and although he was not yet orgasming, he was filling her with his come, the creamy flow of it spilling out of his tip, filling her hole and coating his prick from inside of its hungry little sheath.

“Your come… I can feel it inside of me. Oh, my God,” she sighed with some sort of relief, her eyes rolling inside of her head, her arms losing their strength, and her back arching towards him, lifting up as if she would float right into Heaven. 

And just like that, her fever began to abate. With his knot stuffed inside of her, locking his seed within her hole, his Alphic oils could soothe her heat, bringing her back to the realm of consciousness and delivering her from her wild state. 

“John,” she lay back, her hand pressed to his cheek. 

He didn’t answer her. Instead, he bent forward on his elbows and kissed her mouth, chastely at first, and then languidly, exploring her taste. When he did finally pull away, she was awake and alert, sated and happy. He smiled down at her, 

“Hey, pretty girl,” he whispered, wiping her hair back from her face. 

“Hey,” she smiled back at him, wrapping her ankles around his back for comfort, not knowing that it was just enough to set his cock on edge again, his Alphic instinct rejoicing at the feeling of being trapped by his mate. 

“You alright?” John asked, a tinge of worry at the edge of his voice.

“I am now, thanks to you,” she sighed, tucking herself in beneath him, rubbing her hands along his ribs and the soft fur of his back and arms, feeling every bit of him as if she was seeing him with her touch, “You saved me, Alpha.”

“Aye,” he nudged her jaw with his nose, asking her wordlessly to give him the vulnerable softness of her neck. She obliged, and he spoke to her between sucking kisses, “All mine. My Omega. Innit that right, baby?”

She was practically lambent beneath the scrutiny of his possession, rolling in it like a wave in the sand, captured by it and surrendering to the riptide of his unbreakable grip. She nodded, humming her ascent, her expression turning a little rueful right at the end of his kisses. The sorrowful timbre of her voice broke his heart, 

“I’m grateful. But, I know this isn’t what you wanted, and I’m so sor–”

“No,” he kissed her words away, feeling his length throb inside of her, urging him to kiss her again, “No, love.”

“I won’t bite you,” she promised, her gaze still full of apology, “You won’t be stuck with me.”

“Bite me, Omega,” he bent his head and buried his face in her shoulder, giving her his gland in total surrender, “Go on. I’m yours.”

“John…” She hesitated, but he could feel her body flood her hole, excited beyond measure at the thought of binding him to her as her mated Alpha. 

“Go on,” he commanded in his smoky growl, holding her tighter and bracing for the ecstasy of her teeth.

He felt her lips first, and his balls tightened, ready to fling him into a messy orgasm as soon as he felt his gland shatter in her mouth. Her Omegan teeth wouldn’t break the skin, but he knew she was strong enough to crack the shell around his swollen node. The anticipation of her bite was wrecking his mind, and he was gasping for breath by the time he felt her jaw set itself against him. 

“Baby, please…” He whined in her ear, his hips thrusting in short, jerking thrusts, unable to move much with his knot still trapped up inside of her, holding his gushing come in her hole, pushing it into her womb from the sheer volume of it. 

Her teeth connected, and he could hear his unbroken shell give way beneath her strength, the hormones inside of it rushing through his system like wildfire, burning through his veins and making him scream for her. At the same time, John felt his core throw him into a raw orgasm, his whole body trembling above her, wringing himself from the inside out. 

“Alpha,” she sighed, licking his neck to comfort him, “My Alpha…”

“Yours, baby. All yours.”

— — — — — 

The new trainees filed out of the gym, sweaty, bloody, and eager to be out of the captain’s sight. Price had run them ragged, forcing them to spar with practice weapons, pitting them against each other in a strained, exhausting competition. Ghost and Soap sat with Gaz as they eyed their commander, their eyes glued to the fresh bite mark on his neck, shocked into a silent stupor. 

“I cannae believe it. Mated? To which lassie?” Soap asked, dumbfounded.

“I didn’t think he’d ever take a mate,” Gaz marvelled.

“I thought he was savin’ himself for marriage,” Ghost quipped, earning himself a scuff from Soap.

Price made his way across the mat, pulling his sweaty shirt off his back to trade it for a clean one. The red welts and nail-marks across his shoulders and down his belly made Gaz let out a low whistle. But, his commander’s glare stopped him mid-note. 

“Wha’s that, Garrick?”

“Nothin’, sir. Just… admirin’ your battle scars,” Gaz smiled, wishing his two teammates would stop snickering so loudly. 

“Looks like a hell’uva fight, Cap,” Ghost added, looking everywhere but into Price’s icy eyes. 

“Wha’s her name?” Soap asked outright, skipping over the double entendres and going right for the point. 

Their captain sighed, zipped up his gym bag, and stood in front of his three officers, glaring down at them with a look that was on the border of dead-seriousness,

“If I told you that, lads, I’d have to kill you.”

[leggerefiore]

do you suppose we could have some headcanons for Guzma coming across his S/O’s ex who, to put a fine point on it, didn’t treat them so well?

please, and thank you 💀

sorry its a little short, but I hope you enjoy still!

cw: light mentions of abuse (nothing explicit), guzma intimidating someone, threats

pairing: Guzma/Reader

💀Guzma🕶

□ Due to his affiliations with misfits around Alola, he was, unfortunately, more than inclined to hear abuse stories. Hell, he even had his own as much as he was not the type to talk about it. Your story, though, struck him harder than most. He was not going to lie and pretend that you were not clearly favourite to him, so hearing what you went through made him more frustrated than usual. Some poor random trainer got a hot battle by an angry bug man later that day to vent off the rage.

□ The details about what happened to you and anything about your ex were glued in his mind. He doubted that he would ever come across them, especially in the places that he usually roamed about. Yet, on the off chance that he did, they would get to know destruction in human form. He also let his grunts and Plumeria know about some of the details to make sure that they did not cross your path again. The last thing Guzma wanted was for you to have old trauma forced open by someone not even worthy of your presence.

□ But, as luck would have it, he caught a glance of them while he was in Malie waiting on someone. He had been leaning against the wall of the city's garden when they walked out. Guzma felt his fist unconsciously clench, and his eyes narrowed. This was the person who had caused you so much stress and suffering. Why? He felt bad when you got upset over him getting hurt after messing with that old man's cats. Purposefully drawing out that seemed painful. He strolled over to them while they were blissfully unaware.

□ Guzma easily cornered them somewhere isolated and forced himself to stand up straight to give a little extra edge to his intimidation. He was not going to be stupid and do anything that would make that old man have to come after him. No, all he was going to do was make a few things clear. His brows grew together as his lips pulled back into a harsh expression. A hand hovered over Golisopod's pokeball in case he needed an extra hand.

□ “You recall how you treated your ex?” he spoke with an edge that clearly made them want to curl away from him. Their eyes went wide at his words, and they nodded nervously. Guzma wanted to roll his own. With how you had described them, he would have thought they would have at least done more than look terrified. “Good,” he placed his hands on his hips and made himself seem bigger, “If I ever hear that you harass them again or do any of that kinda shit to anyone else, I'll completely destroy you. Got it?”

□ When they finally squeaked out a “yes,” he backed away and let them go. Quickly, they ran out of the area and into a nearby crowd of people. He almost wanted to laugh at how pitiful they ended up. Did they only want to beat down on people weaker than them? How disgusting. Guzma felt awful that you had to deal with someone like that at all – especially in a romantic capacity. He felt at ease now, at least. A feeling that they would steer clear of you entered him. And, suddenly, he had an urge to take you for a walk around the Malie Garden. Might be nice to do an actual date for a change.

[lowkeyrobin]

hello !! i saw that you write for descendants: the rise of red and saw in your rules that you do poly relationships..nothing weird promise but can you do uh uliana's crew x reader? reader is a royal (literally the only royal they like) reader is friends with bridget and ella, and the crew gets jealous so they pull a lot of pranks on bridget and ella and reader confronts them and all (how it ends is up to you) (maybe established relationship if your comfortable) thank youu sm !!

oooo okay okay! I like this and I'll definitely try to put my a game into it lmaooo ; just a lil thing that doesn't rlly matter, Maleficent and Hades (and probably morgie and hook) are the only ones together in thr actual fearful five, and they're all dating the reader (I rlly can't find myself comfortable shipping some of them together lmao) but yeah same plot, just a little disclaimer ig lol ; tysm for requesting, hope you enjoy! :)) ; also I put this into hc format but also used dividers to keep it clean, I just physically couldn't make a whole oneshot I'm sorry 💔💔💔

FEARFUL FIVE ; polycule pranks

summary ; youre the only royal that the vks like (and date for that matter) but they keep picking on your friends... not so cool

warnings ; language

word count ; 633

masterlist

okay, none of them are possessive or jealous at all

they just get pissy when you spend more time with your friends than with them

brother u got FIVE hot s/os and u wanna hang out with bridget and ella???.... okay...

maleficent cares the least, at least she has hades if you're gone. she does miss you when you're gone tho ; 4/10

hades is next, same reason as mali. he just makes you feel bad by whining and complaining about it later ; 4.5/10

morgie is sort of sad and sort of lonely. he just wants someone to talk too cause u get him the most out of the others ; 6/10

hook sort of doesn't care but rlly does on the inside and cannot pull off faking it for the life of him. he gives you the silent treatment if you accidentally (or purposefully) blow him/them off ; 7/10

uliana literally wants to throw someone down the stairs when she sees you hanging out with bridget and ella while they're all a foot away ; 7.5/10

the fact you're the only royal / AK they like is actually an accomplishment you have no idea how you achieved

like okay!

they lowkey don't understand that you still have royal duties and morals to stand on

but it's understandable

like maleficent was born a dark fae in the middle of the enchanted woods.. she don't know shit ab that

hades is the most lenient on it cause he's literally a god & he knows how it all goes

but jfc they get jealous 😭

like u don't wanna date bridge and ella, they're ur friends... friends can just be friends 🗣🗣

morgie and uliana's dumbasses were the ones to come up with the whole "prank them enough to get them away from y/n" plan

they set up an un-consented ice bucket challenge into the garden

and ella and bridget were left freezing fucking cold

"y/n, get your bullies for partners to leave us alone!"

you weren't mad at first

you were just like a parent lightly scolding a child

"dont fuck around with them guys"

and that was kinda that

hook tried giving you puppy eyes like he was asking for something but you were not falling for that

"see you guys later, I gotta help chris with his coronation things"

"bye y/n!!!!"

"morgie stfu"

the second time they all got jealous over the fact you were studying a lot more with bridge and ella and were spending a lot of time in your dorm with them

so they set up a paint-prank thing and they got covered in paint this time around...

lemme tell you... you were mad

cause wtf did they do

if they had a problem then they can take it up w you

hook once again tried using puppy eyes on you (didn't work)

maleficent and hades were just kinda ashamed that they didn't try and stop the other three

morgie literally couldn't look you in the eyes, he really felt bad (standing by the theory that he doesn't want to be bad and just wants to fit in)

uliana (as leader) was in the most trouble

yeah no, they were fucked

you decided to help your girls clean up first and then go track the gang down

and holy shittttt you didn't even know wtf to say

you actually felt so fucking bad

you couldn't apologize to them enough

their hearts literally broke because seeing you in so much emotional turmoil made them want to just wrap you in a warm hug and help you run away

but, you found them later that evening after making sure the girls were safe and sound at her home/dorm

lots of angry shouting and pissed off words

but you worked it out

relationships almost ended.

[hcppierthcnever]

“wheres the trophy? she just comes running over to me”

description… oc!olympian girlfriend x oc!f1driver boyfriend

summary… where the olympian girlfriend accidentally hard launches her relationship with the driver after winning a gold medal

authors note… I kinda dipped for over a month oops. Still very much in the olympics fever though, especially all the love around it so had to make a smau inapired by it. enjoy and as always lmk what you think🫶🏼

juliamalis

📍Paris, France

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juliamalis uh oui oui baguette?😁

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user1 GET THAT GOLD RAHHH🦅🦅

user2 Queen at the olympics!!

user3 looked at myself and sighed

juliamalis looked at you and smiled, you’re gorg🫶🏼

user3 so actually I will cry THANK YOU

__emilyfox we are gonna get that gold 🥇

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user4 Alex we see you lurking there👀

user5 girl be so for real-

user6 can’t wait for the first game🙏🏼

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alexberkshire

📍Spa, Belgium

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alexberkshire always wonderful driving (and winning ;)) on this one. Now finally onto the summer break to come back stronger as ever💪

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user7 the next world champion mark my words!!

user8 yeah sure mate, keep dreaming

user4 so heading to Paris now by any chance?

user5 not you again🤦‍♂️

user4 I’ll laugh at you when they announce it🥰

simonkingston great job mate, getting you next time though

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user10 great race Alex!!

user11 and so he takes the lead in the championship!!

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user4 THAT IS ALEX COME ON

user12 I can’t stand this soft launch any longer

alexberkshire showing my private chats darling?

juliamalis let the world know you prefer your team mate to me✋😔

simonkingston bet a tenner you will accidentally hard launch

juliamalis you underestimate my love for a soft launch

juliamalis All right bet

user13 good luck at the games!!

user14 THE MUFFIN MAN

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user4 THE MATCHING PHOTO COME ON

juliamalis no photo creds for the second one I see

alexberkshire you wanna announce us via credits?

juliamalis yappa yappa yappa 🤍

simonkingston make me win my bet thanks

alexberkshire what bet?

user15 love how everyone is by the ocean for the break except you

user16 model alarm?!

user17 wish that could be me😔

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juliamalis

📍Paris, France

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juliamalis we made it to the finals🥹 whatever happens tomorrow just know how grateful I am for this experience🫶🏼

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user18 oh to be her

user19 DESERVE IT SO MUCH

user20 go get that gold for us!!🥇

user21 GOAT

user4 who took that second photo🤭

simonkingston well deserved👏

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f1gossipofficial the young Mercedes star Alex Berkshire was seen in attendance of the semi final match today between the USA and Germany. Right after rumours of him dating the american star player Julia Malis. Are we about to have a new WAG in the paddock?

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user4 @/user5 HA

user5 I am not trusting a gossip site

user22 fact he cant even attend an event without yall making it weird

user23 that would be THE power couple

user24 I actually need them so badly

user2 LEAVE OUR GIRL ALONE

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alexberkshire so incredibly proud of you darling, I knew you could do it. Might not have planned to make it public like this but couldn’t have been more perfect. I love you forever ❤��@/juliamalis

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juliamalis I love you 🤍

juliamalis planned the soft launch out for nothing

simonkingston ay wheres my tenner at?

alexberkshire you bet on us hard launching?

simonkingston dont hate the player hate the game

user4 FINALLY YES YES YES YES @/user5 SUCK IT

user5 fine you win🙄

user18 OH TO BE HER

[bookishfeylin]

I know you don't usually do these kinds of posts, but you're probably one of the most implicated in black history month people that I follow so I wanted to ask you, as I already value your opinions in Acotar, what do you think of the documentary where actual historians claim Cleopatra was a black woman? Lately, this has been a pretty active topic on my fyp on TikTok, and I wanted to know a black woman's perspective on this.

Thank you in advance, and if you usually don't answer these questions or don't want to answer this one, I'll totally understand, and there's no problem at all.

I didn’t know there was a new documentary out, but when I saw the name Cleopatra I automatically sighed because I knew what was coming. This is a subject a know a little 🤏🏾 about, actually, because I researched it a bit myself in my last year of high school (and stopped because of the uh. NASTINESS associated with this particular subject) and though it’s been a few years I remembered some main, basic things, and I wanted to check a few things first.

At best, in the most CHARITABLE interpretation as far as I in my limited knowledge can tell, it would be correct to say that’s it’s POSSIBLE that she MAY have been mixed Black because, though she was part of the GREEK Ptolemaic dynasty that ruled Egypt (Ptolemy being one of Alexander the Great’s generals who got the Egyptian portion of his empire after Alexander died), that’s on her fathers side; her mother’s exact ethnicity isn’t known. Not that this won’t stop the hoteps from running off and claiming her and all of ancient Egypt as Black though So some have ***speculated*** that her mother—and thus Cleopatra—may have potentially been part Egyptian (and that goes into the issue of deciding that the “Egyptian” in this instance had to have been Black rather than MENA but that’s again a whole other can of worms). BUT it’s more likely that her mother was Greek due to the uh, PRACTICE™️ of inbreeding and it not being common for the dynasty to marry Egyptians. So it’s more probable that she was fully Greek/Macedonian and not part Egyptian, much less part Black. (Also some historians speculate she may have had Persian blood? I guess? Again it’s a can of worms, not something i’m digging deep into because of the nastiness that you often stumble across) Unless there’s a new study confirming her mother’s identity or something that I missed, it’s simply incorrect to claim that Cleopatra was undeniably Black, because though it is ***possible*** she most likely ***wasn’t.***

But this topic really upsets me, because there are LEGITIMATE Black kingdoms and empires who were mighty and well developed and powerful like the Aksumite empire and kingdoms of Kongo and Loango and the Great Zimbabwe empire and the empires of Ghana and Mali and Songhay and the Ashanti kingdom and the WHOLE SWAHILI COAST THAT WAS INVOLVED IN THE INDIAN OCEAN TRADE ROUTE and they had their own great rulers, their own kings and queens and emperors and empresses, their palaces and castles, their own cities and towns, their own complex civilizations and dynastic royal families that deserve the attention Cleopatra and ancient Egypt get. They were erased—and Egypt was not—by white people to prop themselves up as the only race capable of forming civilizations and advanced societies as a means of justifying colonization and imperialism to “civilize” the rest of the world and as a result many of those other empires have been erased from our education system here in the states and many people cling to ancient Egypt as proof that we’re not inferior and aren’t savages like white people claim due to believing that since Egypt’s in Africa it had to have been mostly Black when Egypt, and the Ptolemaic dynasty and Cleopatra in PARTICULAR, are literally the worst example that could’ve been chosen and were the only African kingdom spared erasure FOR A REASON.

Anyway, I don’t like it, it’s disingenuous and does US wrong because we need to give that energy to other African kingdoms that need and could use the fame Egypt + Cleopatra get, and we deserve a better education system to teach us this stuff. I hope this answers your question? And I don’t mind any kinds of asks 🥰

[mizuki-herazaki]

TWST how the characters say happy birthday to MC part 4

Hey so this is part 4 one more part to go wooo you could guess who's in the final area! Anyways this part includes Malleus and our ocean bois of Octavinelle! Yuu had a lonnng birthday day but the Climax is reaching enjoy! part 3 part2 part1

Malleus Draconia

At the end of the day comes. Yuu are heading back to Ramshackle and see Malleus admiring the gargoyles.

“Hey Mali!” Yuu shout towards him and he turns around with his casual smile. “Hello child of man, You look stunning today” He replies with a compliment. 

You nod “Yes today is my birthday so Pomefiore helped dress me up a bit” You say with a slight chuckle. 

Malleus chuckles in turn “Well then have you had a happy day of your birth?” he questions.

“Yes it was fantastic!” You say with a smile. The two of you talk a little longer mostly about how your day went and the gifts you got. “Well I must be going, but it was a lovely chat” He holds onto Yuu’s hand and raises it to his lips letting them touch before speaking again “I wish you a happy birthday and many more, hopefully I get to see you with each one” and he disappears leaving green specks of light to flutter amongst the air. Yuu smile to yourself and watch them fade into the beauty of the sunsetting sky.

Octavinelle Group

After a long day you finally step foot into Ramshackle ready to relax but as yuu enter through the doors you are met with two over towering menacing eel boys.

Floyd: Hi Shrimpy~

Jade: Hello Yuu (bows)

In a moment of shock the first question to breach your brain is “umm…am I being revoked? Did Grim sign a contract again!?” You shout.

Before you can completely panic, Azul steps forward and answers Yuu with confidence “Oh no~ Nothing of the sorts. We came to wish you a happy birthday! Also out of generosity of my ever so benevolent heart, shall I provide you with a discount at Monstro lounge for a week! Yes Yuu, you get 10% off! Hold your thanks. I know my generosity knows no bounds!” He exclaimed with a cocky smile and joy.

Floyd then chips in “Yeahhh~ Azul almost never gives deals that high~” he says in the process of picking Yuu up and giving you a light squeeze from instinct.

While still holding You up he continues talking “Happy birthday lil’ Shrimpy~ but time for us to go~” He says with his smile. 

You laugh awkwardly upon noticing he has no intention of letting you go, so you ask “Uh thanks guys, but~ where are we going exactly?”.

Azul just smiles gleefully at your question “I’m being paid a hefty amount for this~” he answered without actually answering.

In your head you have an internal freak out and shout “PAID! AM I BEING SOLD OFF!?”

Jade just smiles and replies “don’t worry I’m sure you’ll enjoy our destination” He laughs at the end of his vague sentence.

“That doesn’t comfort me at all!” You say while trying to escape Floyds grip.

Floyd smiles “Don’t struggle to much shrimpy~ or I might have to squeeze ya harder~”

[little-teacupss]

P.S - I still love you

Maleficent x Fay x Hades - Future fic

Note: Once again, thank you to @giveityourworst for inspiring this story, they are a big inspiration to me and have become the co-creditor for the Maleficent x Fay x Hades ship, as we haven't found any other people who ship this, talk about it, or anything, so I hope you enjoy as we build the lore for this story, so go show them some love as we build this ship from the ground up

Warning: AK and VK relationship, Poly, and a slight implied NSFW part if you squint it's literally gonna be in a sentence

Summary: Fay Godmother is given Maleficent when she is turnt into a lizard by Mal after she comes back from the Isle. A year later, Audrey is put under a long sleep, and Hades is called to awaken her

Note 2: If you want another past story or future story, leave requests/suggestions! Also, some dialogue comes from D3, but their in a different place there actually in Beast's study having the conversation of bringing Hades over, just for anyone who's confused, same dialogue, more people, different place

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Fay was sat on one of the couches in Beast's study as they discussed how they'd awaken Audrey, while she listened,she adjusted her purse gently, so it wasn't squished between her and the cushion, she then watches as Ben paces back and forth and says. "How are we going to wake Audrey up?"

Ben says as he wipes his hand over his mouth and runs his hand through his hair, then Mal pipes up from her seat. "There's only one person in the world who might be able to do something about this and that's Hades."

Mal says in a monotone voice as she looks to Evie and then to Ben, while Fay acts like she's fiddling with her bag to cover up the rustling noise coming from inside it, then Ben gives Mal a shocked look and says. "Hades, he wouldn't do it, and I wouldn't risk it."

Mal clears her throat as she looks up at Ben. "Actually, he might do it for me. He's my father."

Ben's mouth drops, while Evie gives Mal a worried look. Meanwhile, Fay in the back lets out a little humming sound, to which the group of teens, Beast, and Belle look at her, Mal purses her lips and crosses her arms, but Ben cuts her off before she can say anything. "Okay, well, father, we should send for Hades."

Ben says to Beast before walking out the room clearly still in shock with Evie and Mal in tow, leaving Belle and Beast staring at Fay. "So, anything you'd like to add Fay?"

Beast asked as he took a seat across from her while Belle stayed standing. "Nothing that I don't already know about."

Fay sighs as she opens her purse, so the rustling would come to an end. A small purple lizard pops out from within the purse. "Happy now Mali?"

The purple lizard cocked her head up to look at Fay before dashing out of the purse, up Fay's arm before crawling onto her chest and wiggling into place till she was comfortable, Fay gently glides her hand down the lizards back. "I bet you've missed Hades?"

Fay said as she gently petted the lizard, who lifted its head up to look at her before flicking her tongue out at Fay. "Well, I'm gonna go, Beast have fun setting up Hades' arrival."

Fay said as she made her exit with Maleficent, crawling up to her shoulder and stared at Beast and Belle as they exited the room.

"Mali, it's going to be wonderful to have us all in the same room again, I've missed you both very much over these long lonely years."

Fay told the lizard as she made her way through the halls and into Audrey's room, where Aurora and Philip were sitting on the bed where Audrey laid, while Ben and Mal stood at the center of the room. "We promise Audrey will be awoken again."

Ben said to the family as they were almost grieving their sister, daughter, and granddaughter. "I don't see why, Fay can't perform the spell. She is the fairy godmother, after all."

The family questions as all attention turned to Fay, who was currently holding the very creature that'd caused their story to begin with. "Well, my spells only last up until the clock strikes 12, so it wouldn't be that helpful."

She tries to explain to the family, but also not wanting to upset them further, as she takes a seat over by the coffee table near the fireplace.

Mal's interest suddenly peeked as she came over to sit across from Fay. "Hey, back in Beast's study, you didn't seem surprised when I told everyone who my father is, if anything, you seemed to know."

Fay gave her a nervous smile as she began to pet Maleficent again, and the lizard turned her head to look at Mal. "Well, you see, that's because I have known, since the day Maleficent found out actually."

Fay said gently as she saw the color drain from Mal's face, watching as her mouth dropped open and her eyes slightly widened, Ben giving the same expression, Fay carefully took Maleficent off her shoulder and onto her hand extending her hand towards Mal to take Maleficent. "You see long, long ago before Auradon and before the Isle, royals, commoners, mystics, and villains, all lived together, not in harmony it was anything, but perfect believe me, you could say during that time your parents were my very dear friends."

As Fay explained this, the purple lizard that was Maleficent leaped from Mal's hand and back onto Fay's. "Now, now, Mali, you have to be there for her. She needs you."

She told Maleficent, who was currently clinging onto her hand, but she looked up at Fay and shook her head before leaving back over to Mal. "Good, see, she still needs you even if she's all grown up."

Mal still stared at Fairy Godmother, unsure of what to think of her being friends with her mother. "How long have you known my mother and father?"

Fay gave her a small smile as she let out a little sigh. "A very long time."

Fay looks down at her lap, letting out a shaky breath before she looks back up to the two young adults. "But let's not dwell on the past. There's a young lady who's still in need of awakening."

As Fay said this, Beast and Belle walked in hand in hand as many guards walk in behind them, they announced. "Hades has arrived."

The two step aside, allowing more guards to spill into the room, till Hades finally walks in, with two guards on either side of him, and two behind him, he looks around the room before his eyes land on Fay, his eyes lit up and he gives a big grin. "Fairy Godmother."

Fay gives a curt smile and nod, before Hades eyes travel from her and to Mal and Ben, then they travel to the lizard resting on Mal's hand. "Didn't know you a had pet?"

Hades says genuinely before turning his attention back to the reason he was here, Mal gets up from her seat and stands in front of Hades. "Thank you for coming."

He lets out a dramatic sigh while shrugging. "Didn't get much of a choice."

Then Ben steps forward, standing behind Mal as he wears a somber expression. "Can you wake her?"

He asks as he looks from Hades to Audrey's sleeping form, Hades gives a pointed look. "Since when did heroes care about villains, I mean, some of you are decent and aren't given much of a choice in the matter."

Ben's eyes widen as he looks back and forth from Audrey to Hades before whispering. "She's."

And Hades finishes while shaking his head. "One of your own?"

He lets out a deep laugh before looking back at the group around him. "Right, when you guys try to destroy the world, it's an error in judgment, but when it's one of us, eh lock em' up and throw away the key, right Beast? You should know better than anyone, yet it didn't stop you from forcing Fay into locking us away."

Beast's eyes widened slightly, but he didn't say anything and watched as Hades held his hands up in front of him, making almost everyone jump back, and the guards pulled him back. "Yeah, I'm gonna need to use my hands."

Mal looks back at Ben, who gives her a nod of approval. The guards unshackle his hands and feet, allowing him easier movement. He shakes his right hand and cracks his knuckles before holding his palm out towards Mal, waiting for her to give him his ember, she carefully puts the ember in his hand, as he closes his fist around and moves around, fire appearing through his hair as he lets out a sigh with his eyes closed and says. "I haven't lost my touch."

He then lets out a low chuckle before turning and facing Beast. As the two face each other, the two give cold glares, and Hades begins to let out a low growl, followed by Beast's own growl, Hades breaks eye contact for a second to look behind Beast and at Fay who is now seated beside the head of Audrey's bed, everyone in the room could hear as Hades growl grew more intense and as his glare towards Beast began to fill with more hatred, it wasn't till Mal walked up to the pair and said. "Dad."

Hades rolls his eyes as he continues to glare at Beadt before walking around him and standing at the foot on Audrey's bed, Belle and Audrey's family quickly step away from Hades and the bed Audrey's laid on while Fay stays seated near Audrey.

They all watch as Hades waves the ember over Audrey's body, slightly crouching down as he waves the ember over her, the room turning a royal blue color, before he stands up straight again, Audrey lifts up immediately almost as if she was pulled up by gravity as all the magic that'd put her to sleep left her body and flowed into the ember, Mal put her hand over her mouth as she let out a gasp and watched as Audrey's family ran over and held her tightly. "Oh! Audrey, your awake."

The room could hear Audrey's grandmother say as she held Audrey in a tight embrace, Fay stands up with a hand over her chest as she looks at Audrey in awe before her eyes travel to Hades as she allowed a gentle smile to spread across her face, they hear a little voice say.

"Tell me it was all a bad dream."

Audrey looks around wth foggy eyes as she looks from Fay to Hades to Mal and Ben, who answers her with. "I wish I could, but it's over now."

Audrey sits up and closer to Mal and Ben and leans close. "I'm sorry, I wanted to hurt you both, I wanted to hurt all of you."

She says as she looks around the room to different people, then Mal steps forward and takes Audrey's hands and says. "I have owed you an apology for a very long time now."

Audrey nods as tears stream down her face, and Ben walks close to the bed and says. "And so have I."

Audrey gives a gentle smile to the pair as she gently squeezed Mal's hand, and then Audrey's grandmother says. "And perhaps I, owed you one too."

She says as she gives a small bow, which Mal returns, then in the background, Beast waves his finger signaling for the guards to take Hades. The guards approach Hades and shackle him again. "Oh, yeah, hm."

Then Fay pops up from her place near Audrey. "Actually, he's still needed."

Fay then quickly walks over to Mal, taking Maleficent off of her shirt. "We will be right back."

Fay says as she takes Hades by the shackles and towards exit to Audrey's dorm, but Beast clears his throat, to which Fay turns to him and squints her eyes. "Not now Adam."

Fay then continues her way out the door and down the hall till she finds an empty living room and leads Hades inside. "If you wanted us to be alone, you could've just asked."

Hades says with a smirk as he circles around the fairy who was standing in the middle of the room. "No, it's not like that."

Fay let's out a little sigh as her cheeks turn a light shade of pink. She holds out the hand that Maleficent is in. "Can you turn her back?"

Fay asked with desperate eyes as she looked up to Hades, noticing how he'd definitely grown taller since when they'd last seen each other soon to be two decades ago. "What do you mean her?"

Hades looks from Fay to the lizard in her hand before he starts laughing and clapping his hands. "Oh! Fay, I knew you had a sense of humor, but you mean to tell me that's Mali?"

He continues to laugh before he finally lets out a deep, shaky breath while smiling at Fay before his smile falls, seeing she isn't smile whatsoever. "That's actually her, isn't it?"

He asked as he let out a sigh and held his hands out in front of him again, Fay unshackles him before backing away. "Yeah, you're gonna need to set her down. I don't want anything happening to you."

Fay looks for a place to put Maleficent before finally setting her on one of the couches. "Does there work?"

Hades gives her a small nod before he takes the ember out from his pocket. "I gotta immediately it feels nice having my powers back."

He said with a small smile as his hair lit back on fire. He then looked into Fay's brown eyes. "You know I never stopped thinking about you."

Fay gives him a sad smile before pursing her lips and looking back at the lizard that currently was changing into a darker shade of purple to show her displeasure of Hades being present. "I think she's ready to go back to her normal self."

Fay says as she backs away, giving Hades room to work his magic she watched carefully as he closes his hand around the ember and before moving his hand in a small circular motion over Maleficent, they watch as a purple mist formed around her and expanded, slowly taking on a human form, then they heard a loud cackling come from the mist before a familiar face begins to emerge from the mist, before all of it evaporated leaving Maleficent in human form. "Why, thank you, Fay darling, for getting me back to my human form."

Maleficent said teasingly as she got up from the couch, shoving past Hades and wrapping her arms around Fay. "Although, I would have perfered if you had been the one to get me back to normal."

Maleficent, let's go of Fay, and puts a finger under her chin before turning around to stand next to Fay, but also face Hades. "Don't you have a lair to run back to?"

She says with a spiteful smirk, as she puts an arm around Fay. "Now, now my poor Fay, you've been neglected for so long. How have you been, my dear."

Fay's mouth gaped a little as she looked between Maleficent and Hades, trying to figure out what was going on between the two. "I'm doing just fine, I'm glad you were able to go back to your normal self, but I thought you two lived together on the Isle."

Fay said as she pursed her lips, still trying to figure out what happened during the time they were separated. "Well, you see Hades here decided a year into being on the Isle he no longer wanted a family and walked out, oh, but not before leaving the divorce papers on the table."

Maleficent said with her hands firmly placed on her hips as she gave a glare that was full of betrayal and hurt.

"You were becoming out of control. What did you want from me? Not only that, but you gave up on trying to find away back to Fay, I never stopped trying."

Hades argued back as he crossed his arms, the flames in his hair turning a slight red color as anger filled his system. "And look at us now back where we belong with Fay."

Fay, let's out a little breath as she listens to the two continue to bicker like old times, except it was becoming more and more like actual insults as time went on. "At least I was able to keep Fay happy while you were off trying to kill Wonderboy."

Maleficent said as she checked her nails and gave Hades a pointed look. "Fay never left me complaining."

Hades counted back as he leaned closer to the two women. Maleficent gave him a devious smirk. "And she never left my care wanting more."

Fay's cheeks turn a shade of red as she hears where their insults are going. "Bibbidi-bobbidi, I think that's enough for now, wouldn't you agree?"

Hades simply smirks back at Maleficent and looks at Fay with a teasing look. "Really, why don't we have Fay answer how she'd leave when I was done."

Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped to the ground as both VK's turned to her with matching smirks. "Yeah, I think I'm just gonna see myself out now?"

Fay said as she slowly backed away as both VK's stepped forward with every step she took back. "Now, now, like you said, you missed us so much while we're on that island. Don't you want to spend some much needed quality time with us?"

Maleficent cheekily says as she quickly steps forward, grabbing Fay's arm and spinning her around and into a hug. "Just so you know I missed you too."

Maleficent turns them around so their facing Hades as Maleficent hugs Fay from behind, Hades steps forward and wraps his arms around the two. "It's good to cya again, Godmother."

The three stand in a shared embrace in the random library as they relish each other's missed company as decades of hurting, betrayal, and misery were slowly becoming worth it now as they were in each other's arms, then Fay looks back and forth between the two before pursing her lips and whispering. "P.S. I still love you."

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I hope you all enjoy this story. It's a little different, seeing as it's based in the future, Hades and Maleficent are separated, but still have a mutual love for Fay.

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WoW Fanfic: Heroes and Other Scoundrels (SneakPeek)

There, I started writing that rebirth AU with Neltharion and Malygos. Canon Divergence/Semi-Canon-Compliable/Blizzard doesn't care about it's lore so why should I.

Below are the first 2500 words, please read and let me know if I ought to actually continue this endeavour. Thank you.

Story starts around the time of Dalaran going boom, for reference.

Warnings: Depression, Violence.

Heroes and other Scoundrels

Prologue: A Song for the Living

The rain was coming down hard.

There'd be flooding along the river to the south, and it wasn't unlikely that some bits or the cliffs north of Stormwind would get washed away.

Wind was howling and thunder was crashing, with no pause before it followed the myriads of lightning that illuminated the night.

There was a forest by the cliffs, it's trees bending and swaying violently in the raging storm, branches cracking and breaking.

One such branch the size of a horse's hindquarters broke jut as another lightning flashed, plunging to the ground.

Below, on the forest floor a large, stocky figure rolled out of the way just in time, that lightning outlining the falling mass having been a blessing in disguise.

Neltharion gasped and coughed, trying to push his human form off the muddy ground, just barely finding the strength to roll back onto his back, blinking blearily into the rain, his chest heaving with rattling breaths.

What was going on? Where was he? Why was he here?

Shouldn't he be dead?

Dead-dead at that? No take-backs, no try-agains, no second chances?

Yet here he was.

Most certainly alive, his heart beating in his throat, and the rain soaking through his clothes.

Everything hurt.

Not the familiar pain of his body falling apart, bloating and bursting at the seams. No. This was a new kind of pain, one that made his head spin and his stomach turn, yet…

He felt as if it was the pain of flesh and bones and muscles and scales knitting themselves back together the best they could, as if his body was genuinely healing for the first time in millennia.

What was going on?

He blinked again, a shudder running through his body, and, coughing, he tried once more to sit up, succeeding…

And immediately throwing up.

Pure stomach acid, his throat now sore from that and the coughing both.

Shaking and shivering he pulled his knees up, breathing as slowly as he could, trying to calm and focus.

His armor was gone, leaving him in his scaled shirt, pants and plain boots. His hair was more disheveled than ever, long strands caked with mud clinging to his face. He rose a hand, tucking them behind his ear, and frowned, running the hand over his mouth to wipe away bile.

And he paused, startled.

The metal jaw was gone. Not just the facsimile he was sporting in his Visage, but the actual one holding the sorry remains his jaw together. He could — or, well, couldn't — feel it.

With unsteady hands he reached back and felt under his shirt, along his spine.

The metal plates where still there. All of them even, it would seem.

What was going on?

He shook his head, hissing when the stinging pain of a migraine spread outward from his temples. Maybe he should —

"No. No, no, no! Not you. Not. You!" A voice, uncomfortably familiar, howled in rage, despair and agony. Neltharion didn't even manage to turn to look for the speaker when a blur of blue and white tackled him over, his assailant whaling on him with fists and claw-like nails.

He struggled— mostly to even just find the strength to fight back, to defend himself— the figure going to town on him screeching and cursing and damning his name.

A particular nasty punch and Neltharion felt his nose and cheekbone break, blood gushing out, its warmth mixing strangely with the cold rain.

He gasped, bringing up an arm finally to try and ward off the next blow, but the figure straddling his chest stopped, lowering their fist, their entire frame slumping with hiccuping sobs.

Another flash of lightning revealed the assailant's identity.

"Malygos?" the black dragon croaked, coughing out blood and spit.

Malygos glared, teeth bared, his frame still shaking.

"It should not have been you," he spat, staggering to his feet. "Had I known… It should not have been you. Never. I would not have allowed it."

"…what?" Neltharion managed, confused and disoriented.

Malygos turned to go, giving him a kick to the side for good measure.

"You should not be here," he snarled, heading deeper into the forest.

"Malygos… wait," the black dragon managed, voice cracking with anger, confusion and… guilt. Sorrow. Regret.

Malygos paused at a massive oak.

"Do everyone a favor, old friend," he hissed. "There's some cliffs nearby, go jump off them. Pull up some spiky rocks and make it count this time."

And he was gone, leaving Neltharion to his own thoughts and the elements.

~+~

Malygos stalked through the dark forest, furious and despairing.

That was not how it was meant to go. Sure, he had cast that blasted spell in a bit of a panic, but still, this was not how it was supposed to go.

Or maybe it was.

No, no, no, don't even think that. Because if the spell had worked as intended, no matter how haphazardly thrown together it may have been, that would mean that…

Malygos let out an aggravated roar, blasting a nearby tree into oblivion.

Promptly regretting it as the falling twigs and branches (thankfully no big ones) rained down on him. He sighed heavily, bravado and rage fading, and he looked around. He needed to find shelter and recover.

Stormwind was many miles to the south from here, but he doubted he'd actually be safe there. Not with other dragons frequenting the city. Fuck's sake, all things considered he'd have been safer in that city while Onyxia was pulling the strings there than now. Maybe if he'd don a different visage, but he didn't feel like he had the energy right now to mask anything but his eyes.

Pulling twigs from his air he took a deep breath, casting a small spell to guide him to a safe hearth.

The wisp-like light flickered and pulsed, flying off deeper into the forest. And away from the city.

Malygos followed.

The light dissipated at the edge of a clearing. There was a dirt road running through it, and beyond the path stood several large wooden structures: a stable, a building Malygos couldn't name what it was, and the two-storied main-building, which a wooden sign swinging nearby identified as 'Crowing Whelp Tavern & Inn'.

Well, this was in the middle of nowhere, but the building looked to be in good shape, and light was burning in the ground floor windows.

Though it didn't look as if the tavern was actually open.

But Malygos had to try at least.

Another deep breath, mask his eyes, and he hurried through the rain, slipping on the muddy ground twice.

Dirty and even more exhausted he knocked.

The door opened, and Malygos came face to face with a middle-aged, tall, well-built human with jet-black hair and a short beard, both streaked with white, dark tawny skin and several scars, a large one over his right eye.

Latter made Malygos hiss, reminding him a little too much of Neltharion right now.

But the man's eyes were of a warm, burnt amber color, looking at him very confused, but friendly and curious. And quite a bit worried.

"Gracious, man, you're soaked," the man said, pulling him into the building and navigating him into a chair by the roaring fireplace. "What happened? Are you alri-"

The man paused and looked Malygos over, gaze fixing on the blue one's hands. "You're injured, let me see to that."

Before Malygos could protest the man had ducked out of the room, and the dragon took the opportunity to actually look at himself and assess the situation.

His armor was gone, his robe caked with dirt and blood, and he was soaked and freezing. A sensation he hadn't felt in centuries. And his hand hurt. He reckoned he must have broken it when he was taking his rightful anger out on Deathwing.

"I can lend you some clothes, your's are in no state to be worn," the man noted, returning with a bowl of water, towels and bandages, kneeling down before Malygos. "May I see your hand?"

Malygos hemmed and hawed a little, figuring that this was the best choice. Not just to uphold the facade of being a harmless (though very foolish) traveler, it would also help conserve energy. Energy which he felt almost fully deprived of.

He held out his hand and the man gently took it, starting to carefully clean away the bloody. Malygos winced briefly. Apparently the hand wasn't just broken, but it wasn't just Deathwing's blood on it.

"Sorry," the man apologized.

"No… no need to. You did nothing wrong."

The man flashed him a brilliant smile which shifted into a bit of a cocky grin.

"You're a dragon, aren't you?"

Malygos blinked, alarmed. Had he failed to hide his eyes? Was his low energy revealing scales? Horns?

"…How?" he managed, blinking again.

The man carefully turned the dragon's hand around.

"You always forget the fingerprints," he chuckled, and Malygos cocked his head.

"Huh?" He raised his good hand and took a closer look. Oh.

"Huh," Malygos went again, murmuring a little sourly. "I… have to admit I was hitherto unaware my spell actually forwent that."

The man chuckled.

"And now you've given away who you are, Spell-Weaver."

Malygos sighed.

"Well, not anymore, I…"

"Oh, if you're going to start about that Kalecgos guy, don't." The man blew a raspberry. "You are you, and to my knowledge the lad is bending his knee to the Kirin Tor. What self-respecting mage does that?"

Malygos snorted a laugh.

"I should be angry at you for chiding one of my flight, but I do delight in your sentiment against those braggarts."

"I'll forward your words to my partner." The man gave a brilliant smile again, carefully wrapping up the injury.

"Oh? Why?"

"He's quite a skilled mage, and loves to ramble on about those thing, too. He wholehearted shares your sentiment regarding the Kirin Tor's Holier-Than-Thou-ness."

"I see. Though he does remember the whole bit about what I tried to…"

"He does, and he similarly loves to ramble about the math not mathing in that whole Nexus War mess."

Malygos blinked, falling silent.

There was that, yes. And it was weird. He knew what he had done, and why, but… it didn't add up, thinking about it now. Even if the Old Gods had gotten into his head there and everything, it felt… Something was off. Something felt… missing. Like a verse being omitted from a song you know by heart, yet everyone will insist the song's complete.

"Your partner seems like an formidable person," the blue dragon mumbled, carefully rubbing his injured hand.

"He is. He's one of the best things that ever happened to me," the man answered, blushing a little, before he held out his hand with a grin. "Henry Sullivan, by the way. Pleasure to meet you."

Malygos took the offered hand, a smirk flitting over his lips.

"You don't seem to be scared of me, Mr. Sullivan."

Henry waved him off. "I reckon that if you are back from the dead, looking like that, and you haven't burned my tavern to the ground yet I can trust you. One has to set simple standards and priorities, y'know."

Again Malygos snorted a laughed, and Henry rose to his feet.

"Can I offer you some tea?"

"That'd be very kind of you, thank you."

Henry nodded and ducked into the kitchen, and Malygos looked around.

It was your typical small tavern with rooms for rent upstairs, probably also some living quarters for Sullivan and his partner. Not that the blue dragon could sense anyone else in the building, which was probably the reason why the tavern wasn't open.

"Mr. Sullivan?" Malygos called.

"Yes?"

"I assume your partner is absent?"

"He is. Went up to Ironforge to do some research on things. Do you take sugar?"

"Yes, please."

There was a brief cackle, and Henry returned from the kitchen with a mug of steaming tea, handing it over.

"Here you go. It's too late to get you a bath ready, but that can wait till tomorrow. I think you need to rest."

Malygos nodded, sipping his tea, and looking out the window.

The storm seemed to be getting worse by the second, and would probably go well into the morning.

"Copper for your thoughts?" Henry said, pulling up a chair to sit opposite the blue dragon. "You look like there's something weighing heavy on your mind, and if I may take a guess it isn't wondering about how you are back amongst the living."

"Very astute, Mr. Sullivan."

"Thank you."

Malygos sighed softly.

"No it's… Well it has something to do with that though. I'm not certain you'd understand what happened."

"Well, I can guess that you know why and how you're back, I don't need to understand the rest. But if you think you shouldn't be back…"

With another sigh Malygos shook his head.

"It's not that. It's… I'm just very exhausted."

"I can see that. Guess coming back to life does that to one." Henry rose again, and patted Malygos's shoulder. "You finish your tea, warm up a bit and I get you a room ready."

A nod, and the blue one watched the human hurry up the nearby stairs.

Clutching the mug like a lifeline, Malygos stared into the flames.

Try as he may, he could only think of two options that would explain what happened: Either the spell he had cast all those years ago went wrong and brought back who Malygos had thought could help… Or the spell worked as intended, which would mean…

Thunder rattled the windows, and Malygos felt as if someone was kicking his behind to screw his head back on right.

This wasn't right. He didn't want this to be right. But for crying out loud, no matter what he told himself, he knew that spell had worked as intended. No matter how recently he had become the Aspect of Magic back then, no matter of thrown-together the spell was, he knew it worked exactly as intended.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

He groaned and downed his tea, drawing a deep breath and getting up.

"Mr. Sullivan?" he called, hurrying to the stairs. "Mr. Sullivan?"

"Yes?" Henry peered around the corned at the top of the stairs.

"Could I…" Malygos paused, mentally slapping himself both for doing what he was about to do, and for not just doing it. "Could I borrow a cloak and a lantern… There's… There's something I need to do. Posthaste."

Henry blinked baffled, but didn't ask.

"Alright? Are you sure? You don't look to be in a state to be out and about, dragon or not."

"I-I have to," Malygos pressed through gritted teeth, and Henry nodded, coming back down and waving him to follow to the kitchen.

"Here," he said, handing over a hooded oilskin cloak and taking a lantern off the hook. "Give me a moment to refill this."

While Henry rummaged through the cupboards, Malygos's gaze shifted to the hooks with the cloaks. There was another one hanging there, and Malygos drew a deep breath.

"Could I borrow that cloak as well?" he asked, words almost blurring together with how quickly he forced them out.

"Sure…?" Henry cocked his head, curiously. "I know I shouldn't ask but… Is this something that will require a second bed to be prepared?"

Malygos grumbled and stared off into the distance.

"Unfortunately."

Henry smirked, pressing the lantern into his hands.

"Then go. And hurry, the storm's getting worse and the tide's rolling in."

Malygos nodded, donned the cloak and hurried out into the night.

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Trying!Series Part Two: Trying - Will Trent x Reader

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Part One: Notions - Seeing you with a baby opens Will up to a future he never contemplated.

Faith doesn’t understand why Will’s been sullen and moody lately, not until you let her into the house one morning when you’re on your way out. She notes the watery smile, and red rimmed eyes as you slip past her, telling her to help herself to the coffee in the kitchen.

“I’ll be out in a minute.” Will calls from the bedroom and she can already tell from the agitated tone of his voice that the two of you have been fighting.

It’s unusual. The two of you are one of the most solid couples she knows, she can count on one hand the amount of times she’s witnessed any sort of disagreement between the two of you, that wasn’t professional. It isn’t until she sees the box for the pregnancy test resting on the kitchen counter that she realises what it’s all about.

When Will steps into the kitchen still buttoning up his waistcoat, his gaze comes to rest on it. The line of his jaw tightens before he clears his throat and uses his hand to sweep it into the trash.

It’s in the car, halfway to their crime scene that he finally speaks.

“We’re trying.” He tells Faith, his fingers toying with the button on the cuff of his sleeve. “But it’s not happening.”

“It can take a while.” Faith says, her gaze fixed on the road ahead.

“It’s been over a year.” He says quietly as he looks out of the passenger side window. “She wants to see a fertility doctor, get tested…”

He trails off, his voice rough when he speaks again.

“I know it’s me, that I’m the issue.”

“Will.” Faith says, her tone firm. “Do you know it’s you or do you think it’s you?”

His silence speaks volumes. She can’t imagine the weigh that he must carry, the things that considering a family of his own must bring up for him.  

“There’s something broken inside of me. I know it.” He says, his eyes stinging as he focuses on something in the distance. “What good am I as a husband, as a man if I can’t give her the baby that she wants?”

It breaks Faith’s heart because she knows that this is an echo of his past, he’s endured a lifetime of feeling unloved, unwanted. That changed when he met you but those scars, they never quite heal and now he’s faced with something he has no control over and it’s causing him to spiral.

“Shit like this it messes with you. It makes you feel redundant, inadequate and that takes you back to a place that makes you feel powerless, and you are not powerless Will, you can face this problem head on, or you can hide from it.” Faith says as she pulls onto a parking space and turns off the engine. “The Special Agent Trent that I know doesn’t run from his problems, he tackles them.”

They sit in the silence for a moment, Faith’s fingertips rapping out a tune on the steering wheel as the two of them stare straight ahead.

“Thank you.” Will says as he undoes his seat belt. “I needed the pep talk.”

“Just don’t ask me to holld your hand when you take the test.” Faith says as she opens her car door and Will let’s out a laugh. “I’m not that good of a partner.”

***

You’re asleep on the couch when he gets in that night, waiting up for him he thinks. He knows you hate leaving things unresolved. The two of you never go to bed on an argument, him and Angie used to do it all the time and it was toxic. The book you’ve been reading rests on the couch alongside of you, he tries to read the title but the words they jiggle and move, fading in and out of focus. He sighs because even now, he still hopes that one day he’ll wake up and his condition might have changed.

There’s a forty to sixty percent chance of his child inheriting dyslexia. It’s something he thinks about often, the struggles they’ll face growing up. The world is different now, he knows, it’s a recognised learning disability, there’s more resources, more knowledge but still he knows how hard it is to be different, to feel like you don’t belong.

Despite those concerns he still wants a baby with you. He doesn’t think he’s ever wanted something so badly and that’s what terrifies him, the idea of not being able to give that to you both that gift.

He kneels down alongside the couch, his fingertips brushing your hair away from your features and you stir under his touch. When you open those beautiful eyes of yours, he sees his future, the one he wants with you so badly.

“Sugar.” He says softly, his forehead coming to rest against yours. “I’ll do it. I’ll take the test.”

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That night a small form shot into the sheds with a cry of “Miss Screech!”, the Eldritch Titan catching the child effortlessly and setting her on her running board.

“Driver has told you about running in the sheds.” Screech rumbled admonishingly.

Sarah grinned unrepentantly and wrapped her arms around Screech’s nose, muffling Screech’s mock sigh.

“...it is good to see you again, little one.”

“Freda told her all the engines were done for the night and she was off before I could catch her..” Miss Lewis strode in, now wearing the Uman and Din drivers uniform, Freda, Gywn, and Miss Morgan following her.  

“You know better than to run in the engine sheds.” She said to her daughter.

Sarah ignored the reprimand, “I told you we would find her.”

Her mother shook her head fondly, “yes, yes you did.”

‘I sense this one is to be protected the same as Mali?’ the whisper asked lazily.

‘correct.’ Screech thought.

Mali poked her head out from where she was checking Avon’s lubricators, “what about me?”

‘she can hear me?’

Mali looked around in confusion.

“Apparently.” Screech said.

 “Mali can hear Screech’s whisper.” Cassandra explained to the confused engines and humans.

Mali wiped her hands on a rag as she came to the front of the shed, her tendrils floating around her head like she was underwater.

“You look like Screech!” Sarah exclaimed excitedly.

Mali smoothed down her tendrils self-consciously, “yeah, Screech made me like her to save me a few days ago…I’m still getting used to it.”

“It's been less than a week,” Abbey reassured her, “and you have as much time as you need.”

“Can you make me like you?” Sarah asked excitedly.

“No.” Screech said firmly. “It was only done to Mali out of desperation, and without Cassandra it would not have worked.”

Cassandra nodded, “Mali was already attuned to Screech beforehand, and had spent several hours being shielded by my light, and we still almost lost her.”

“We still don't know exactly how what happened will change me,” Mali said seriously, rubbing her arms as if to ward off the cold. Cassandra flicked her lamp on, warming her. Mali gave her a small smile of thanks before continuing, “all we know for certain is I'm not human anymore. Not entirely.” Her tendrils waved anxiously in a non-existent wind.

 Miss Lewis looked concerned, “what side effects have happened so far?”

“Besides the obvious?” Mali asked dryly as her eyes glew emerald, “I’m cold all the time, I don't weigh what I'm supposed to, I’m stronger than I was…Soot also wouldn't come near me for a bit.”

‘mrmmpt?’ said cat lifted her head up from where she was laid on Avon’s runningboard when she heard her name.

“What do you mean you don't weigh what you're supposed to?” Blaidd asked curiously.

Mali stepped out into the snow, but failed to sink into it, instead standing atop the snow.

“You're not entirely in this world.” Cassandra explained. “So not all of you is there to press down.”

“Well that’s comforting.” Meeka’s sighed.

Cassandra gave the engine equivalent of a shrug, “it happens with me whenever I use the Lady’s light. When I faced down the beast that wanted to hunt Stephen, it was able to knock me off the rails because of that. Luckily Gordon had heard my whistles and arrived just after.”

“You handled the creature in the scrapyard just fine.” Freda said curiously.

“Creature?” Miss Lewis asked.

Greda quickly explained about the fight with the remnant in the old scrapyard.

“You were all shielded,” Cassandra explained once she had finished. “Everyone there had spent enough time around Screech and myself to be more resistant to the effects of the Lady’s light, which allowed her to shield you from the fight.”

“The dome of light wasn't you. Not alone at least,” Gywn surmised.

Caomhnóir shook her head, “the Lady held it in place so I could focus on the fight without worrying about hurting you with her light. Driver’s clothes were burnt as is.”

Robert snorted, “Alice was not pleased to see them.”

Cassandra winced, “Sorry, I’ll…”

Robert cut her off with a snort, “she was upset with me, not you. Said I knew better than to hang about in such a fight.” He turned to Miss Morgan, “Speaking of, any luck getting permission to burn the yard?”

She nodded. “Everyone in Lloergan felt the remnant’s presence, they’re as eager to see the yard gone as we are. Saturday we’ll make sure nothing of value is left then, weather permitting, burn the rest where it stands.”