#the way finals week is keeping me from Procreate this has to be a human right violation of some kind.

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Kento Nanami

[Chapter 6] A Big Announcement Pt. 1

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Out of all the things you thought you would be doing this year, your head in the toilet bowl as you puke your guts out was the last thing you thought you’d be doing. You’re definitely past the heavy drinking stage, and you definitely weren’t expecting to get pregnant. With twins nonetheless. You liked it better when you were puking thinking you were just sick– Now technically you’ll be sick for nine months. Of course you’re a few months along so it’s a little less than nine months but you aren’t exactly thinking of that.

When you finally can stand up, you walk to your bed and lay down on your bed, an exasperated sigh leaving your lips. You still have so much time left to go and you’re so tired of everything. 

It’s a Sunday morning. Sundays are the only day of the week that you get to lay down and relax– And it isn’t every Sunday either. So it’s fair to say that you’re extremely annoyed when you hear your phone ring. And when you see your secretary’s name on your phone you find yourself even more irritated. You still end up picking up the phone,

“This better be good.” You say as you answer the phone. You don’t have much energy to deal with him, or anyone for that matter. You have lunch with your parents, and you have to save up the little energy to deal with them– And to also deal with the fact that you have to announce your pregnancy. 

Two weeks after your last meetup with them, when you found out about your pregnancy, your father is sending messages about you starting to focus on something else. Of course you’re annoyed. But you realize you have to tell them the news about your pregnancy before he threatens to give your position to someone else. While bringing the issue up to the board would be absurd, he’s very influential and everyone else respects him a little too much for your liking.

“Don’t you think we should discuss this a little bit more–” He begins and you swear you nearly see your brain from how far back you roll your eyes. Discussing your future plans is the last thing you want to do right at this moment. 

“Look, I’m fucking tired. You want to discuss this? Do it during work. I have to meet up with my parents soon.” You share, which gives him a great idea. 

“We can go together. We have to tell them eventually, and they for sure will want to know who the father is.” You swear that you’ve chosen to procreate with the dumbest human to ever walk this Earth when you hear this. You take a deep breath before you tell him,

“You’ve gone fucking insane… There’s no fucking way. First of all, they will immediately think the father is my ex-fiancé and I don’t plan on ruining their little daydreams.” You inform him, and you hear him sigh. This is worse than your work calls. Way worse.

“And you’re just going to let them live that fantasy… Until what? Until they ask Getou where your twins are at? Keeping them in the dark about all of this isn’t smart.” He tells you, and he swears that the very clever and smart boss he has been working under for some time has completely disappeared. 

“Don’t act fucking smart with me, Kento. If you were smart you would’ve used a condom. You know what? Fucking kill yourself.” You’re clearly extremely irritated before you hang up the phone on him. It doesn’t really surprise Kento though, in fact, he finds himself amused.

Around thirty minutes after you told Kento to end his life, you called him to apologize and invite him to your parents house. He, of course, accepted and now you’re on your way to your parents’ house with Kento in the passenger seat and his daughter in the backseat. He couldn’t just leave the little girl in his mom’s house for an hour or so, he had to bring her along. It all makes everything so much more complicated for you, but you’re thinking of ways to explain this situation to your parents.

Awkward silence fills the car since you opted from playing any music. You hear as his daughter hums a tune to herself, playing with the doll that she brought. You feel the tension in the air, and the worst part is that you can’t say anything because his daughter is in the backseat, and what you have to say isn’t suitable for her ears.

Kento stares out the window, watching the repetitive landscape as you drive away from town. You had to pick him up, which adds fifteen more minutes to your drive. However, today you don’t really mind having to drive longer because you have to think everything through.

“Does she know?” You ask Kento, which catches him completely off guard. He has to think about what you just asked. No, she doesn’t know. He’s been dropping subtle hints to ease into it, but he hasn’t verbally told her. 

“No, she doesn’t.” Kento responds, causing you to tense up. It makes you click your tongue against the roof of your mouth. You hold back on making the comment that goes through your mind, and you take a deep breath.

You don’t speak again for the rest of the car ride. Kento focuses on looking out the window, and he comes to the conclusion that you’re approaching the house as you begin to pass a stone wall. Although he dismisses the possibility because you drive for around two minutes in front of it, and the stone wall isn’t ending. Sure, you’re rich, but he doubts this is where your parents live. But you prove him wrong. You turn to be met by a gate, and you open it. 

“You grew up here?” Kento questions, a bit shocked. But of course you did. However, somehow he feels… relieved. He won’t be able to give his daughter this life but with your help he’d give her something similar. 

“Yeah.” You answer. Kento can’t believe his eyes as he sees how huge the place is. You park in front of the main house and exit the car, while Kento takes a moment to build his courage up.

“Okay, Asami. We’re here.” He informs his daughter, and she takes her seatbelt off and exits the car. Yet he can’t seem to leave his seat. It’s as if he’s glued to the seat. While he tries to exit the car, Asami walks to your side.

“What’s your name?” She asks, looking up at you in awe. You remind her of her doll and she’s intrigued. You look down at the little girl, trying your best to give her a smile but it comes off as insincere. The last thing you can do is put on a smile when you’re genuinely stressed. You tell her your name, and she says, “My name is Asami.”

“It’s really nice to meet you, Asami.” You tell her. You stop and look back at your car, only to realize Kento is still inside. You roll your eyes before looking at Asami, “How about we go on without him? He’ll find his way alone.”

“Okay.” She responds and begins to walk alongside you as you make your way to the front door. You get to the door and you unlock it. You allow Asami to walk inside first, and she takes a couple of steps to look inside the place, and her jaw drops. She gasps, “This is like a castle!”

You can’t help but chuckle, walking right behind her. You wish you could view the place like this. For as long as you could remember your plan was to get out of the house. “Hmm, is it?”

“Dad! I’m here!” You announce, hoping your voice is loud enough for him to hear. He’s most likely in the living room, doing whatever he does now that he’s retired. You want to walk there, but you know Kento is going to walk in and he won’t know where to walk. 

“How do you know my daddy?” Asami asks while you two wait. You both wait for your dads. You hope Asami’s will be the one to show up first, but the coward seems to be attached to his seat.

“He works for me.” You answer. You reach into your purse to get your phone, about to call Kento and yell at him. Meanwhile you chat with Asami, “Is your daddy okay? He’s taking an awful long time to walk here.”

“I don’t know… He was going to go out with the neighbor lady today but he changed his mind.” She shares, making you raise your eyebrows. You know you had nothing to do with that decision though. You have a lot of questions, but you know asking his daughter isn’t the right thing.

“Have they gone out a lot?” You question which you regret the moment the words leave your lips. She ends up nodding. You purse your lips together, can’t help but think how that’s great for him. So so great.

He finally walks through the door, all the color drained from his face. And just as he steps into the place, your father walks over to you. There’s a smile on his face but it fades and a look of confusion takes over. 

“Honey… I didn’t know you were inviting your secretary and…” Your father speaks, looking down at Asami. 

“Dad, as you know, this is Kento Nanami. And this is his daughter, Asami.” You introduce them and he greets them. Of course, that doesn’t answer anything. “Before lunch can we have a private conversation with you?”

“Private as in…?” Your father questions. You doubt Kento wants his daughter to find out that she’s becoming a big sister right now out of all times. You won’t filter your announcement now of all times, and he’ll most likely want to protect his daughter’s ears from this. 

“Can someone watch over Asami for a bit?” You ask, and he nods. While he gets someone, you look over at Kento who visibly gets worse. You sigh before you mutter, “It’ll be fine, Kento.”

You walk over to the living room and take a seat, while the two men figure out the situation with Asami. You throw your head back and close your eyes, allowing them to rest as you wait. You woke up way too early, sick. The whole entire morning you’ve been sick.

“What do you need to talk to me about?” You hear your father’s voice which causes you to open your eyes and sit up straight. You take a deep breath, watching as Kento takes a seat next to you, and your father in the armchair he usually sits on. “I don’t care for company issues. You should know that.”

“It’s not about that.” You tell him, which obviously doesn’t help his case of figuring things out. You exchange a look with Kento, who looks like he’s on the verge of passing out. Maybe this wouldn’t be so hard if your father wasn’t as powerful as he is.

“What is it about then? Why is Nanami with you?” Your father asks, getting visibly worried. “Now please don’t tell me you killed someone together and need help covering it up. I don’t have those types of connections anymore.”

“No. Quite the opposite… Dad, I’m pregnant.” You stumble over your words, but you finally spit out the confession. His eyes widen but a smile comes onto his face quickly. He stands up, walking over to you. He grabs your hands and pulls you up before he wraps his arms around you.

“Oh, honey, congratulations. I’m so happy for you.” He congratulates you, which you find awkward since you sincerely can’t feel the same way he does. He pulls away, a grin on his face before he asks, “I don’t get what Nanami has to do with this. Why did you bring him alon– Oh.”

“Yeah.” You say under your breath, looking away. “Kento is the father of my babies.”

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Hey sissy!

I wanted to ask that can you make a hc where the brothers finds that MC is pregnant after she went to human world?

Like her time in devildom ended and she was sented back there and after 1 year the brothers visit MC and sees that she has their baby!

Sorry because I said a lot and if the requests are closed then I am sorry again (I am not forcing you to do this, you can ignore this if you want!)

HELLO luv omg I am so sorry it took me so long to do this. I'm finally finishing up my backlog 😭😭

Mc now has a child: the brothers reacting to it being theirs

Written for a F!Mc

Cw: mentions of pregnancy, suggestive language, implications of sex w/ the brothers, pre-established relationships with the brothers, spoilers for lessons 16+

MINORS DNI.

Lucifer

Came to the human world on business with Diavolo and Barbatos.

Diavolo suggested paying Mc a visit since no one had seen you in nearly a year.

Lucifer was excited. He had only been able to talk to you on the phone, but opportunities have been more rare over the past couple months.

They approached the door to your home. Lucifer figured you'd be home- since the last time you spoke you had mentioned you were taking a few weeks off of work.

You opened the door, looking like you hadn't slept properly in weeks, wearing sweats and a loose t-shirt with no bra, which was much different than you would usually dress in the middle of the day...but you were still just as beautiful as you were the last time he had seen you

You squealed and practically jumped into his arms. He hugged you back tightly, littering your head with kisses.

You welcome them in and Lucifer immediately notices the plethora of baby stuff littered around your home. Diapers, burp rags, bottles, etc are EVERYWHERE.

"Mc...what's all this?"

Color drains from your face as you remembered you hadnt told him about your pregnancy, nor the child you now had that was his.

A sharp wail of a baby crying made all three of men widen their eyes.

You sigh and ask them to wait moment before exiting the room, only to return moments later with a swaddled baby that looked to be no more than 7 weeks old.

The baby had bright red eyes, little traces of jet black hair, and small curved horns protruding from the sides of its head. Tiny black feathers trailed behind you as you approached Lucifer.

Diavolo was giddy- he loved babies. Barbatos was surprised, but worried about what the consequences would be of this being hidden for so long.

Lucifer however, remained silent. Staring at the baby in your arms.

"Is that..."

"Yeah... [It's] yours."

Lucifer immediately got up and approached you and the child, reaching out to stroke its tiny cheek with his gloved hand.

He didn't realize humans and demons could procreate, otherwise he would have been much more careful during your heated night of passion 11ish months ago.

After the initial shock wore off, he would be very upset you kept this from him

You would explain that you weren't sure if you had wanted to keep it once you found out at the 4 month mark, and after you gave birth you still weren't sure if you would keep the baby- tossing around the idea of adoption

But three weeks ago it sprouted horns and the teenest traces of wings. Needless to say, you were stuck with it.

But you had already kept it from him for 10 months, and you weren't sure how to tell him.

Lucifer would calm down after hearing your reasoning, and immediately request to have Diavolo move to let you live in Devildom indefinitely.

He would also research lifespans of hybrid babies to see if he should find a way to give you Immortality, like Solomon.

Would absolutely be attentive to you and help you raise the baby however he could.

He would learn everything and become just as protective over the baby as he is toward you.

Would also probably propose shortly after you moved back to Devildom.

Overall a pretty good parent, but you are probably doing a lot of the caretaking during the day while he works.

Mammon

You were staring down adoption papers now that you had finally got the baby to go to sleep when your front door burst open.

"Oi! Mc! Where ya at?!"

Mammon trudged through your living room searching for you, completely oblivious to all of the baby stuff sitting around your flat.

You nearly collided with him as you got up and ran to meet him when he entered the kitchen.

Cue adorable lift and spin embrace. (D'awww)

Mammon would then scold you for not talking to him in damn near 3 weeks

"Why are you ignoring my phone calls?! I heard ya talking to Lucifer last night and I couldn't take it anymore!"

Little did he know that you had only been talking to Lucifer to problem solve your situation and ask how you should tell Mammon. His advice was adoption, so you decided to do that...but then three nights ago the baby sprouted horns and started flying around your apartment.

Lucifer had made plans for you to come back next week to talk through options with Diavolo but I guess Mammon beat you to the chase.

After you remained silent at his question he began to take in his surroundings. He began noticing the plethora of baby stuff, the crib that sat in the corner of the living room, the sound-proof foam that covered your ceiling, the adoption papers the fact that you were wearing only maternity bra and shorts...

"Mc...what...are ya- or, were ya..?"

You knew the gears were turning in his head and the sound of the baby screaming again once more gave him his answer.

He followed right behind you as you rushed to the crib to try to silence the baby's cries.

Mammon gasped when he saw the twisted horns, snowy white hair, bright blue eyes, and bat-like wings of the screaming baby before him.

He would hug you and the baby tight, and cry.

He would ask why you didn't tell him, but he wouldn't be too surprised.

He would immediately take you back with him to Devildom after helping you pack like 3-4 diaper bags (he would carry all of them for you)

He would lose it when Lucifer tells him the best option for both of you is adoption by demon parents.

He would fuss until he found out you agreed.

It would take a long ass time to find parents who seemed competent and had no ill intentions though- and Mammon found problems with every potential couple you found.

Eventually you would give up and raise the baby together.

You obvs would move back to Devildom

Mammon is surprisingly a really good dad and eager to learn EVERYTHING and has a really good bond with the baby.

Leviathan

Levi and the rest of his brothers came to visit you- you planned it perfectly around your maternity leave and had a full proof plan to tell him about the baby

What you didn't expect was the brothers arriving a day early to surprise you.

You answered the door while you were breast feeding, as you were expecting a friend to come help you clean up a bit.

Well, cue your shock to be fact to face with the father of your kid.

Levi would see the small purple hairs sprouting from its head, the long snake-like tail wrapped firmly around your arm, and the twig-shaped horns just starting to pop out of its skull and would immediately faint.

All the other brothers would be shocked as well. They never thought Levi would build up the courage to make any sort of move on you.

Once he came to your would explain the situation to him and his brothers.

He is terrified of the idea of being a parent, but he warms up to the thought of it once the baby wraps its tail around him and gurgles happily.

"Do you want to hold [it]?"

"C-can I? ...but what if I drop [it]?!"

You would help settle the baby in his arms to reassure him that he won't drop it.

Once he's holding the baby, good luck getting it back.

The brothers would have to pry it out of his arms in order to get a turn.

He is very giddy and excited when you tell him you want to keep it.

He would beg Lucifer to have you move back.

Though, you would stay in separate rooms for the first week or two.

Not because he doesn't want you or the baby in his room, but because he plans on surprising you!

He and Lucifer budgeted and hired contractors to completely renovate his room.

His on-brand Otaku aesthetic would still be there, but it will be much less of a baby death-trap, and there would be many new things added for the baby and for you!

Overall a decent parent, though you do have to fight with him over the compulsive video game playing sometimes.

Satan

Satan would probably have decided to Video call you rather than go on a spontaneous visit. He would also probably find out the fastest for this reason

He would catch onto your excuses to not video chat for two whole weeks and would have enough of it, demanding you video chat with him to find out what you're hiding.

He honestly had thought you were cheating on him.

He did NOT expect to be greeted on the call by you holding a blonde demon baby with horns that matched his and a bubble-wrapped tail (obv due to how sharp it is. You def got some scars from it whipping you a few times)

He would be awestruck and probably not even be able to find any words

You would def have to explain to him why you kept this hidden, and he probably wouldn't forgive you right off the bat.

"I have to admit though...[it] is pretty cute."

"Just like [its] dad."

He would ask how you would like to approach raisint the baby rather than assuming you'd just want to drop everything and move to Devildom indefinitely.

He would be glad when you say you do want to come live with him.

He would immediately go shopping for parenting books, as well as various kids books and maintaining romantic relationship books (because he absolutely wants to be a better partner to you, particularly since you had felt scared tell him about this)

He would probably move to baby proof your old room and make that your permanent living quarters with him...his room is pretty much unsalvagable lol

He would immediately forgive you for not telling him about the baby once he holds it for the first time.

He is VERY protective of both of you, and will helicopter over every brother who takes turns holding it, and immediately intervene when they overwhelm you or try to bother you when you're finally able to get some rest.

He would develop a shit-eating grin every time the baby spits up on Lucifer.

Asmo

Asmo came to the human world to surprise you with a bunch of gifts (including himself, dressed to the nines) with Solomon's help.

He hadn't seen you outside of the tiny box of his phone in so long, and hadnt really even been able to talk to you at all in about 4 weeks because you noted you were too busy - though he was so excited to see your beautiful smiling face again.

However, he was greeted by a very exhausted, disheveled, and irritable version of you.

Literally looking like you hadn't slept in weeks with how dark the circles under your eyes were, and like you hadn't changed your clothes in at least a couple days.

"Darling you look so awful! What hap-"

*cue screaming baby and a deep annoyed sigh from you.*

You invite the two in and they see that your home matches your disheveled state.

The minute you pick up the baby it stops crying. You give a half-assed explanation, not having the energy to explain the situation further, and noted the Baby demands so much attention you barely can attend to anything other than going to the bathroom and taking short naps while the baby sleeps.

Asmo feels very guilty for not being here to help you. He isn't mad that you hid this from him- he was sure you were probably worried about ruining his reputation as the heartthrob of devildom.

He didn't care about that as much as you- and now this lovely miniature version of him- though.

He offers to hold the baby and give it attention while you get rest. You give him a summary of what each cry means, how to change a diaper, and to wake you up if it needs to eat.

While you slept, Asmo gushed to Solomon about how much the demon looked like him- from the tall twisted horns, the four delicate wings, piercing coral-colored eyes, and the heart-shaped birth marks on its shoulders.

The baby was quiet as long as Asmo held it, and he definitely got a good photoshoot in to post on Devilgram with Solomon's help.

Once you got a few hours of rest and the baby became restless for some nourishment, they woke you up to breast feed and discuss what the next steps were.

Asmo refused to take no for an answer when you noted you were worried about how his fans would react to him having a baby-mamma. He was determined to have you live in with him.

He would get the brothers to help you move while he, Solomon, and the baby go on a shopping spree.

He would absolutely get matching outfits for the three of you, and would get only the best brands of care items for the baby.

He would also treat you to a spa day, taking the baby while you got your nails done, a massage, and a hair cut.

He would definitely get his own attention needs met by the baby, while the baby got its excessive attention needs met by him.

Parenting DEFINITELY became easier with his help. The baby certainly was his without a doubt with how needy it was lol.

Beelzebub

He had planned a trip to the Human world with Lucifer to come visit you since they hadn't seen you in quite a long time.

He liked being able to talk to you on the phone nearly every day, but he missed being able to hug you and take in the sweet scent of your perfume.

As they approached your door, he immediately knew something was up. There was an unusual smell coming from your home.

After you invited them in he saw the bottle you were shaking in your hand and immediately recognized the smell from when he was a baby- even though it was many, many years ago.

It was breast milk.

He nearly pushed past you in excitement to enter the room where he knew the baby would be.

Though he was still shocked when he saw the tiny red-headed being. Its face was quite chubby as it cooed at you to bring it another bottle.

"Mc...that...that baby looks just like me!"

"Well, I'd hope so. [Its] yours, after all."

Beel nearly fainted as the delight completely consumed him.

He begged you to let him feed it, and I mean...you weren't going to argue if your arms finally got a break from holding both the baby and the bottle.

Not only did it look like Beel, but it absolutely had his hunger.

Beel was absolutely glowing, giddily rocking the baby as he fed it. He had completely ignored the fact you hadn't told him about it yet, figuring you had your reasons and all that mattered was that he was here with it- and you- now.

He gushed about how they had the same wing pattern, as well as the same horns and body markings. He felt so connected to the baby and he hadn't even been here 5 minutes.

You questioned why you had been worried about telling him at all.

You chatted with Lucifer about potentially moving to Devildom and he assured you he'd figure out the logistics.

Beel was excited to have you stay with him and Belphie, getting Lucifer to arrange for renovations on their room to accommodate two more individuals in addition to him and Belphie.

Once you all actually moved in, he was very protective of the baby, only letting the brothers have limited holding time (with the exception of Belphie of course)

He always offers to feed it for you- especially after seeing how exhausted you would get holding it and having it latch onto your breasts all the time.

He would be a pro at mixing formula and would absolutely massage your shoulders while you pumped.

He is ELATED to be a dad, and he's even more happy that he gets to be a parent along side you.

Belphie

Absolutely another one who would just try to video chat with you instead of trying to make a trip to the human world.

Mehhh... loved you, but his bed was calling to him.

He would be half awake while he talked to you, but he was happy to hear your voice and see your smiling face.

"Hey Belph, I have something kind of important to tell you..."

His attention would perk up at your worried tone and he would wake up a little more, giving you his undivided attention.

You hesitated before turning the camera view around and revealing a tiny creature with dark hair, similar horns to his, dark splotches covering its body, and a long tail with a disheveled floof on the end of it, curled up in a crib.

Belphie is shocked, so much so that he's sort of in denial.

"What...what is that."

"Belphie, its our child."

"No...that can't be..."

Belphie would probably not know how to react and would probably say something mean unintentionally.

He would apologize though.

Probably not too hurt that you didn't tell him...after all, he did try to kill you at one point, so it was probably fair that you didn't want to tell him that he was your baby daddy.

Once he sees you in person though, he would be much more attentive and back to his soft and snugly self.

He would be VERY worried about hurting the baby, so he probably wouldn't want to hold it for a long time.

It will take lots of reassurance to get him to hold the baby...but once he does he will never want to let it go.

Belphie is a very protective parent, often only letting Beel get any alone time with it. He would probably growl if any of the other brothers got near it until you convince him its fine.

His cow pillow? Yeah, that's now exclusively for the baby. He'll get another one though.

Def takes naps next to the baby all the time, and will often help change diapers without question.

Though you probably would be the one doing most of the feeding- primarily because both of them have fallen asleep during feeding time.

Over all, a baby with Belphie would be a piece of cake. It tends to sleep a lot and isn't too fussy, so you both still get lots of alone time to recharge.

[elizabeethan]

The Swan and her Handler

Emma Swan was cursed, and the only way to break it is with True Love's Kiss. Try breaking a curse with True Love's Kiss when you're a damn swan.

Yes, it's true, I've written a CS AU based on Walnut the Crane, a crane who fell in love with her handler. I'm ashamed at how idiotic this is. It’s by far the dumbest thing I've ever written in all my life. It’s nothing more than crack written in about an hour, un-betaed and barely edited. Sorry, and you’re welcome.

Rated T for language

~2000 words

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These damn idiots can’t get anything right. It was bad enough when Emma showed up on their doorstep with perfectly clear care instructions that were completely ignored, but now they keep trying to get her to reproduce as if she’s some kind of zoo animal. 

  Of course, given her current living situation, it does make at least a tiny bit of sense. 

  Ever since the curse, Emma has been stuck in a wildlife refuge and has been unable to get any of her stupid caretakers to figure out how to help her. She knows exactly what she needs, but unfortunately, no one here speaks swan and she can’t exactly hold a pen. Her care instructions were translated upon her transformation, so the one thing that could have helped her now looks like chicken-- er, swan scratch. 

  “She needs a mate,” one of the jack asses points out. “She’ll probably want to mate for life.”

  True, she thinks, although, not with any of the stinky fluff balls you have sent my way.  

  First it was Neal. He tried to mate with her, so she killed him. Last week, they put Walsh in her enclosure, and she pecked at him violently until they took pity on him and sent him to the medical unit. 

  Although today seems different, because her newest caretaker has shown up, and she realizes that he just might be exactly what she’s been looking for. 

Emma Swan, unfortunately very appropriately named, requires a mate who can break her curse, True Loves Kiss the only thing that can bring her back to her truest form as a human adult woman. And when the new dark haired, stunning eyed veterinarian comes strutting into her enclosure, she hurries towards him to get a closer look at his name tag. 

  He jumps away, making some comment about her being fiery , and she blushes, squawking at him as she tries to get closer. Killian , it reads, and if she had lips and not a bill, she would smile. 

  “We think she’s depressed,” the stupid one with the big eyes says. “She’s killed every mate we’ve tried to pair her with.” 

  Good, she thinks. I must have done more damage on Walsh than I initially thought.  

  “You’re just misunderstood, aren’t you, love?” the angel-man asks, making her squawk in agreement. She thinks she could make this quick, this man obviously understanding her horrible twist of fate, so she lunges for him once more, trying hard to kiss his hand and hoping beyond hope that it will transform her back into the woman she's supposed to be. No more feathers, she prays. 

  He exclaims again, jumping and complaining of his hand hurting as she pecks him, so she rolls her eyes and squawks angrily. “Alright, darling,” he says with his hands up, his smooth, accented voice making her heart flutter inside her chest. Her breast? She knows very little about swan anatomy, despite having been turned into one. “Perhaps she’s stressed about her environment. Have you tried giving her a dark, quiet place to nest?” 

  “Not yet,” the dumbass admits. 

  The handsome one, Killian, a name she could get used to rolling off of her tongue, steps away from her, so she hurriedly follows. “Perhaps here in this corner will do.” 

  I would love to spend time in a dark corner with you, she thinks, giving the man what she hopes is a salacious smirk. She watches appreciatively as he sits down, crossing his legs as he starts to fiddle with some sticks as if she would be interested in them. Rather than helping him to make a nest out of the twigs and leaves, she plops herself right in his lap, nestling herself into his crossed legs and gazing up at his beautiful features, earning a smile from him. 

  “There we are, love,” he says happily, clearly surprised that she chose to plant herself upon him, although he shouldn't be. Just look at him, for god’s sake. “Comfortable?” 

  She squawks loudly, making him cringe, then fluffs her feathers in an attempt to gussy herself up for him. If she’s going to earn True Love’s Kiss from this perfect specimen, she’s going to have to work for it. The man chuckles as he looks down at her-- is he gazing? -- and lifts his hand slowly, placing a finger gently upon the top of her head and petting back down her neck, sending a chill down her spine, at least she thinks it’s her spine. She pushes her head towards him again, demanding more attention in an effort to get him to fall for her. It shouldn’t take long; she’s very enchanting. 

  “She’s never been this calm,” the dumb one says, making her snap her head towards him with a glare, shouting at him in disapproval. Killian shushes her soothingly, his finger softly stroking along her stupid feathers once more and making her shut her eyes. 

  “She just needed a bit of attention, it seems.” 

  “We’d best be careful,” someone else says, the bookworm who always thinks she knows everything about swan science. Of course, she probably knows more than Swan Emma. “We wouldn’t want her to imprint on you ,” she seems to joke. 

  “That’s quite alright, isn’t it love?” he asks her, essentially giving her permission to fall in love with this handsome bastard. 

  He comes by a few times a week for the next several months, each time sitting with her in her tiny, dirty nest and not seeming to care that his pants get soiled. She’s always careful to do her business elsewhere, making sure that her prince can sit in comfort when he arrives. She gets angry with him when he brings someone new, a sickly looking male named Graham who she assures is not welcome, so Killian gives up trying to get her to mate with someone. For some reason, they're concerned about her procreating, but she can assure everyone that she will not be giving birth to a damn swan baby while she’s under this curse. 

  One day, when Killian visits near the end of his shift, he’s finally alone, leaving behind the dumb one and the book worm and giving her all of the attention she desires as his strong hand softly pets along her soft feathers. She can’t wait to get rid of these stupid feathers. 

  “You’re quite funny,” he remarks as the sun starts to set. “Unlike any swan I’ve ever met.”

  She squawks at him-- I’m not a damn swan-- and he smiles. “Quire the personality. It always seems like you’re trying to communicate with me.” 

  Yes, you stupid handsome man, that’s exactly right! She tries to nod, lifting and dropping her head in quick succession and making the beauty laugh. She nudges her head against his hand in demand of more pets. 

  “What is it you want me to know, darling?” he asks gently, his voice soft and soothing and deep. 

  She groans, a sound that comes out like a pained cry, and his face shifts. “Are you alright, love?” 

  In pure frustration, Emma drops her head against the man’s chest, likely assaulting him with how badly she smells like bird shit, and he chuckles again, letting his hand run along her feathers some more. “There, there. I know life as a swan must be difficult. All you seem to want is for someone to listen.” 

  She looks up, hoping that her expression conveys her complete and utter irritation at the fact that he’s literally hitting the nail on the head and yet he has no idea. 

  “Such a personality,” he says again. “I’ve got to head home now, love. I’m looking forward to having Chinese for dinner. Perhaps I'll bring you an eggroll tomorrow, or is that insensitive?” 

  She squawks, half because she’s laughing, and half because she would quite literally kill another potential mate for an eggroll. Wanting to beg him not to go, she gives him her best sad face through her inability to emote, and nestles her head against his palm one more time. 

  “I’ll sneak you one, love,” he laughs, and as he does, he finally, finally , leans down towards her, and plants his stupid, dumb, lucious lips upon the top of her stinky bird head. 

  Cramps start to run through her whole stupid bird body, the same ones she felt when she was cursed on Halloween decades ago. He stands, not seeming to notice her pain and discomfort until he’s a few steps away, and he turns back around. “Swan, are you alright?” he asks, as if she could answer, and she shouts back at him wordlessly. 

  She praises whatever gods might be listening as she feels things start to change, her feathers shedding as her skin is exposed to the chilly fall air. The webbing between her toes retracts, her legs turning flesh colored rather than that horrifying orange. Her bill turns back into her nose and mouth, preparing her to smooch her savior rather than peck at him. Finally, she’s back!

  “Bloody fucking hell,” Killian breathes as he stares on, Emma transforming back into her old self, laying in a heap on the ground as she brushes off the dirt and twigs and leaves. 

  “You did it,” she praises before clearing her throat, raw from misuse after all these years. She grins at him as she’s been wanting to since they met, and is met with a horrified, shocked look on his face. His jaw is gaping, his eyes wide as they catch the light of the setting sun. “I knew you would.” 

  “What the fuck?” 

  “You broke the curse,” she says happily, standing up and exposing her nude form to him, cursing the lack of feathers although she vowed she never would. Immediately, he removes his jacket, despite his shock still clearly running through him, and hands it to her. 

  “I did what now?”

  “I was cursed. Why do you think I was such a miserable swan?” 

  He’s looking around, his mouth snapping shut and dropping open in succession as he tries to process the fact that there was a swan in the enclosure just a second ago, and now there’s a frankly beautiful, naked woman standing before him. “You were cursed,” he says doubtfully. 

  “Yes, I was. An evil witch cursed me on Halloween decades ago and I've been stuck in that infernal bird form ever since. All I needed was True Love’s Kiss to break it, but imaging trying to fall in love with someone as a damn bird.” 

  “So you… you fell in love… with me…?” 

  “Obviously,” she smiles, taking a step towards him on shaky legs, tripping and falling into his waiting arms as he catches her, careful not to grope her, although she isn’t sure she would mind. “And you broke the curse, so… Do I have to tell you what that means?”

  “I-- I’m having a lot of trouble processing the fact that I've evidently been in love with a swan for months.” 

  “Well, my name is Emma Swan, so you can be in love with a Swan for the rest of your life, if you’d like.” 

  “Emma,” he murmurs, staring into her eyes and smiling when he seems to recognize her. She’s never been able to see herself in the mirror, because the book worm was worried she would attack it, but based on the way he’s staring, she would guess that the evil witch let her keep her eyes. “Do you know it just happens to be Halloween tonight?”

  “Kismet,” she says softly, gazing up at him. He lifts his hand like he did while she was planted in his lap, and she’s finally able to feel his calloused finger along the skin of her cheek, then of her neck, just as he had done before. 

  “Aye,” he agrees. “The spirit of the holiday does make this whole thing a bit easier to accept.” 

  “Yeah,” she says dismissively. “Now take me home. I was promised an eggroll and I haven't eaten anything but grass and stale bread in almost thirty years.”

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[adonis-koo]

wish you were mine

Summary: in which you may or may not be secretly in love with your hybrid but you refuse to cross that line....except he’s secretly in love with you too

Pairing: Rabbit hybrid!Jungkook/Reader

Genre: hybrid AU!! fluff, smut

Word Count: 3k

Tags: jungkook is a giant flemish hybrid, so he’s ummm big, in more ways then one :’ ), masturbation, hinted subby Jungkook, talk of heats,

Note: y’all actually liked the lil blurb I did yesterday so here you go 😭 this is probably gonna be an ask based AU mainly so pop off in my inbox if y’all are curious on their dynamics after this. unless y’all really want me to commit to this as a series then 😳

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Most mornings, especially when the colder weather came around, were like this. You’d usually say goodnight to Jungkook before going to your room. But more days then less, you went to bed alone and woke up with the admittedly warm hybrid practically crushing you beneath him. Soft fuzzy ears rubbing into your skin and you could hear his teeth clicking gently in a purr of contentment.

It wasn’t really his fault, hybrids often liked sleeping with their owners, bunny hybrids particularly were high maintenance, constantly craving affection and they were massive PDA lovers, it took the first six months for hybrids to become familiar enough and comfortable to sleep with owners so Jungkook living with you for three years made sense that he’d have no problems curling up against you at night no ask needed.

“Bub, I gotta go.” You groaned as you checked your phone, Jungkook shifted on top of you as you heard a discontented sigh from him, his body curling as if to make himself smaller, sometimes you’d wake up to a little bunny sprawled out on your back, not that you didn’t think it was adorable. But Jungkook preferred being human more than rabbit.

“It’s Saturday!” Jungkook slurred with a whine, nudging against you as his fluffy ears tickled against your skin, “Can’t you skip?” He whined again as he shifted to lay completely on top of you as you huffed. Most bunny hybrids were considerably petit in nature but Jungkook...well not your Jungkook, he was a giant flemish making him...well giant...You could still remember the way he used to loathe his size, making him unsaleable to many and unwanted to venders.

But after being with you his mindset slowly changed, suddenly with your job he was glad he was tall and naturally filled with muscle.

Jungkook was a very proud hybrid now, often going to the gym when you dropped him off, always standing tall and shuffling closer anytime he thought you could be in potential danger. He secretly loved it, loved being able to completely wrap himself around. He whined once more as he felt you shift beneath him, his nose nudging back into your neck, the soft smell of jasmine and fresh rain against his nose, he often associated this smell with home... it was your scent after all.

The only thing that smelt better on you was him. “It’s mandatory Bub,” Your voice amused, no matter how big and bad Jungkook might consider himself he was still your little whiney bunny, “Come on, I need to go shower.”

After a final whine he reluctantly rolled off you and onto his back, his temperature rising quickly as pain shot through his body causing a sharp whimper to escape his lips that caught your attention as you turned to face him as you stood up, “Are you okay bub?” Jungkook debated on lying and saying no if it meant you’d stay with him, putting a hand on his forehead you sighed, “You’re burning up, it’s almost your heat isn’t it?”

You silently berated yourself on how you had forgotten, not all hybrids had monthly heats- most didn’t. But bunny hybrids had a double douse, not only was the original dog DNA the reason for all hybrid heats but also the strong urge of rabbit DNA to procreate, Jungkook had it pretty bad with monthly heats.

Luckily your friend Yoongi has a bunny hybrid as well that served as heat partners to one another. Jungkook however was...stubborn...to say the least about mating with Hyuna. Until his heat hit at least. Jungkook only curled up, grabbing your pillow as he sharply inhaled your scent that always comforted and calmed down his raging hormones. Grumbling he roughly nudged the pillow, letting you know that his shift in hormones would soon pass from whiny and clingy to aggressive and broody. It wasn’t like he could help it, not really, closer to his heat he often got aggressive over you. Aggressive and protective, always brooding and leering over your shoulder and glaring at anything he thought was a potential threat.

Clacking your tongue you made note to call Yoongi later today as you grabbed a change of clothes and walked down the hall to the bathroom to start on your shower.

He would also be aggressive towards you, never in a violent way, but it was so jarring the first time he experienced his heat while living with you, he was nothing like his usual self. But after a short research you quickly found out that it was just his animal instincts coming out, often his aggressiveness was a way of asserting his dominance over you- not that he ever got far into it before you began reprimanding him.

During the week leading up to his heat there were a lot of outlandish displays of aggression, as you had read- it was usually in show of who you belonged too and who owned you. The article nearly made you snort. This was the same man who nearly cried every time you woke up to him rutting into your back until he came himself.

Sighing you ran your hands through your hair as the warm water poured down your back. Jungkook often whined about not wanting a heat partner, ‘Why can’t you just help me?’

Tension always ensued after questions like those before you’d give a string of excuses, work being the big one but also the fact that he was a hybrid and you were a human and technically he was licensed as your pet you didn’t agree by any means with the legal system. Jungkook was living breathing human who just so happened to have two long ears and a fluffy puffball tail, but that didn’t change the fact that...that...wasn’t that technically a form of bestiality?

You mentally cringed as you began to wash your hair. Hybrid human relationships weren’t unheard of, but usually it wasn’t consenting, and if it was it would get drowned in hate and be frowned upon. It wasn’t like you didn’t want too, but that was the part that frightened you, you wanted it. And you got Jungkook didn’t see it the way you did, heat partners were very casual and Jungkook had never not once mentioned Hyuna outside of heats but…

You didn’t even want to go there with him, boundaries were good, they were healthy. And more than anything, you didn’t want to take advantage of Jungkook, who didn’t have anyone to turn to or to go too if things went sour between you both. You would never put him in a compromising situation. It was already bad enough the days you woke up to him rutting against you that you actually entertained him.

You could feel your breath hitch at so many memories of drowsily pulling his throbbing cock from his sweats, it was so thick and heavy, his size was absolutely not close to a regular human, he was 6’4 after all.

And yet despite him being able to double your weight in bench press he’d be so teary eyed and dilated while rutting his cock into your hand, you can still remember how his head was weepy with pearls of precum, the base of his cock was so tender and trying to swell into a knot. His body thrashed and he was whining and crying about wanting to cum. You groaned as you felt slick arousal form between your legs, how did you ever have the self restraint to keep yourself from crossing lines you constantly toed?

Letting your hands run up your body you squeezed your tender breasts, pinching at your nipples as your breath hitched. You’d never forgot the way he’d twist and turn and help, his hips chasing the way your hand would stroke up his cock while you edged him. God you felt sick, the sadistic side of you getting wet at the sight of his tears and his begging, it was making you wet right now and without enough time to properly take care of yourself. Groaning you let your fingers swipe through your lips, glossy arousal coating your fingers as you carefully set your leg on top of the edge of the bathtub, the hot water making your mind fog as you let your fingers circle around your sensitive little bud.

You could remember clearly that morning, the way his thick imprint was snug against your ass, his hips rutting frantically and he moaned whimpers against your neck. You had woken up tired and asking for him to stop only to realize he was asleep. It wasn’t the first and it certainly wouldn’t be the last you turned to face him and sneak your hand inside his sweats.

Your fingers quickly swiped against your clit faster as they have a seeming thrust for something that wasn’t there as you bit your lip in frustration, the memory of his high pitched moan when your hand stroked his throbbing length in his pants, hips becoming more frantic before you pulled down his pants down his hips, his cock was thick and girthy, not massive in length but a good size that complimented his insane width.

No matter how big your bunny was he was so small when you poured a little oil in your palm and stroked him, the way he’d whine and whimper waking up to his hips rutting into your hand as he moaned relentlessly.

Your free hand quickly shot down your body, your fingers frantically rubbing your clit as pleasure throbbed but it wasn’t nearly enough, pushing two fingers inside yourself you squeaked out at the feeling of your walls clenching harshly. You still remember straddling his thighs and telling him how much of a good boy he was. The way he’d curl and strain, his cheeks on fire and tears trickling down his face when you’d deny him before ruthlessly stroking his tender base that was trying to swell so desperately.

Soft moans fell from your lips, your walls clenching around your fingers as you pumped them inside you, your other hand working your clit before finding your sweet spot causing a short yelp to escape you. Just the memory of his fat purple head leaking precum was causing your thighs to shake while you stroked down to his base, gently stroking the little bump on his base as you told your good bunny to cum for you.

The way his hips lifted off the bed in chase of your hand as he sobbed, cum spewing from his little slit as pleasure took over his body in ecstasy

You let out a squeal that was a little too loud as you harshly came, your walls wrapping tight around your fingers as you moaned, slumping against the cold wall as your hips rode your fingers in chase of your pleasure. One orgasm wasn’t even close to enough to satisfy you after vividly remembering the handjob you gave Jungkook last week but you were already gonna be late as it was because of your hormones. Feeling your walls relax around your fingers before clenching you sighed. God you hated yourself.

Little did you know the bunny hybrid who always had sensitive ears could pick up on every little noise you made while shamelessly jerking himself off outside the bathroom door before cum painted against the wall.

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“Have you confessed to her yet?”

Jungkook let out a sigh as he buried into his arms, the tickle of the hair from his ears against his skin at Taehyung’s consistent pestering, the dog hybrid’s nose wrinkling a little as he spoke, “What’s the worst that could go wrong?”

Jungkook could’ve went over to see Taehyung, but he had promised you he’d stay home today, always knowing how worried you got when he went out on his own. Hybrid walkways were made to keep them safe for passage but hybrid catchers weren’t uncommon. You’d know better then anyone given that was the cases you were usually working in.

Technology was wonderful though, being able to video call Taehyung who’s owner- Seokjin who just so happened to be your partner was also at this mandatory meeting, “Oh you mean other than ruining my relationship with her as is and how she’d kick me out and tell me I’m disgusting and that she never wants to see me again?”

Jungkook deflated, growling a little as Seokjin popped up in his mind again, grinding his teeth in annoyance, you better not let him scent you or touch you at all. Realizing what he was thinking he swallowed thickly, running a hand through his wet locks from his shower as he sat up in bed. His heat was getting closer, he could tell. It was a struggle every month, Jungkook had a hard enough time as it was keeping himself off you.

It was downright humiliating the way he acted towards you every month and every month you took it graciously but it was still embarrassing for him to cling to you and get pushy and sour. He couldn’t help it, it would be so much easier if you were the one with him during his heats. He wouldn’t be so aggressive if he could just mate with the person he wanted.

“She wouldn’t do that to you!” Taehyung objected in your defense, the german shepherd hybrid loyal to the very end, to be fair Taehyung had known you longer then he had, jealousy oozing in the back of his mind at the notion, “Look, it’s just better to be honest with her about it and you guys can go from there.”

“Easy for you to say.” Jungkook grumbled as he laid back down in bed, sharply inhaling as he felt his cock stirring once again at the moans he didn’t mean to listen to this morning, but he intended on going to the kitchen to make breakfast for you when he passed by and…”She should be home soon. Look, we’ll talk later okay?”

Taehyung frowned before shrugging, “Alright cool, isn’t your heat coming up though? Are you gonna spend it with Hyuna again?

So many fucking questions, Jungkook felt annoyance prick in him the imprint became thicker, the need to ruthlessly jerk himself off raising as he replied, “Only because I don’t have a choice,” He brooded, “But yeah, should start in a few days.”

“Just talk to her man, i’ll see you later.”

Jungkook gladly ended the call as he groaned, hand immediately pushing down beneath his waistband, talk to you about it, what a joke. Leaning over he poured a little oil into his hand as he groaned, pulling his cock from the band of his sweatpants as he gave a tug at his base, thighs stiffening as his jaw clenched.

The sweet smell of jasmine suddenly hitting his nose as he jumped up from your bed, the faint sound of jingling causing him to hurriedly tuck himself back into his pants and pounce into the bathroom to clean up his hands frantically to greet you. Had the meeting get done early.

Excitement lit through his veins and his cock tightening causing a sharp whine to escape him, tugging his loose shirt down to hide the embarrassing sight before quickly walking down the hall.

“Bub I’m home- Oh!” You had your back turned to shut the door when arms suddenly wrapped around you, a cute rounded nose rubbing into your neck as you let out a laugh, “Jungkook stop!” You grabbed the large arms that wrapped around you, the loud purr erupting as his teeth clacked, furry ears rubbing along your skin before a growl escaped him, “Why do you smell like Hoseok.”

He instantly demanded, turning you around as you raised your brows, your neck bending to look up at the tall demanding bunny, “He gave me a coffee when I got to the station…?”

Jungkook was immediately back against your neck as his lips twitched, “You smell like him.” He growled lowly as he roughly rubbed his scent gland along your skin. You gave an exasperated sigh as you paused, knowing any sort of movement would be taken as resistance and would earn you a snappy snarl.

After a minute he paused before pulling a little away from you and giving you a sniff before smiling, “Better,” That earned him an eye roll from you as he gave a semi sheepish smile, feeling a lot better now that your scent was drowned in his musk to ward off any competition, “Can you make some kimbap please.” His soft doughy lips tugged into a pout as if he didn’t just snap for you to be still five seconds prior.

Sighing you offered a weak smile, “Of course bub.” You reached your hand up, not even close to reach his head but Jungkook immediately leaned down a little, a purr of his teeth clicking as you rubbed your fingers into his hair, letting your nails gently dig against the base of his ears.

After making lunch you sat out on the couch, Jungkook immediately collapsed on top of you making you wheeze, grabbing your hand he placed it on his head as he gave a little whine, the way he often did when he wanted attention, “You left me all morning! Please.” He cried out, making you chuckle before giving in, yoru fingers slating through his soft dark locks of hair before stroking against the base of his ears.

His body melted into yours before you heard a thump against the couch, the smile crinkling on your lips as you watch his foot thump, Jungkook oftened hid a lot of his more bunny tendencies outside of home, he despised being treated like the tender stereotype that was often portrayed.

But in the comforts of his home he was relaxed, loved your fingers scratching along the base of his ears, his leg thumping in contentment and a toothy purr from his mouth. He absolutely preened for your attention.

His upcoming heat was only making him more needy than usually, wanting all of your time and affection, but luckily it was the weekend and now that your meeting was over you’d be all his for the next two days. Nudging against your soft breasts Jungkook sighed, closing his eyes as he let out a whine. He didn’t want to be with Hyuna, he wanted to share his heat with you.

Maybe, Taehyung was right, maybe he’d finally have that conversation with you.

[fridayfirefly]

crushed petals, shattered glass, and other broken things

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For Maribat March Day 17 - Court of Owls

Marinette was twelve years old, and she was a knife. Delicate in her looks, deceiving in her appearance, Marinette was the most dangerous weapon in the arsenal of the Court of Owls. She was an assassin. She was a spy. She was clever, cunning, versatile. Most importantly, she was a knife, a sharp tool to be used to inflict violence. It was a role that suited her well. Marinette was training to become the Talon of the Court of Owls, and she was untouchable.

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Marinette was thirteen years old, and she wanted to know how she came to be. Procreation was easy to understand scientifically, but part of Marinette's brain objected to the idea that she had two parents. Marinette was a knife, and knives were forged by hammer and fire, sharpened to a point by tools so that it might become a tool itself. Marinette could not have come from something as human as love. Love has no role in the creation of a knife.

To settle the conflict, Marinette did what she did best - she snooped around, gathered intel, and created the most likely version of events. From what she could tell, her Grandmother, an associate of the Court of Owls but not an actual member, betrayed the Court. As punishment, Marinette was taken away from her family to be raised by the Court. Marinette's surname, kept hidden from her for thirteen years, was Dupain-Cheng.

The very concept of a surname was blasphemous. Marinette had no family. She belonged to the Court of Owls. And yet, sometimes at night, when she was alone in the dark, Marinette mouthed the words, Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Something deep within her stirred.

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Marinette was fourteen years old, and she was supposed to kill the whole family. The mother and father, Marinette knew she could kill, but to kill their three children felt inhumane. The youngest wasn't even a year old. Marinette had completed hundreds of missions identical to this one. Sneak in, poison the food, sneak out, wait for the obituary in the newspaper in a day or two. However, this time Marinette couldn't do it.

Marinette cut the tracking chip out of her neck, crushed it beneath her boot, and disappeared into the shadows of the city. It was entirely unplanned, the only reason that Marinette was able to escape. Marinette didn't know much about life in the outside world, but she knew that it had to be better than the alternative, spending the rest of her life as a tool of the Court of Owls.

What Marinette didn't know was that the city she was disappearing into had a certain reputation. Soon, as she learned the true nature of Gotham, Marinette would wish that she stayed with the Court.

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Marinette was fifteen years old, and she now knew the true depravity of man. There was so much tragedy on the streets of Gotham. Some of the tragedies Marinette was able to prevent. Knives, after all, are just as good at preventing violence as they are at inflicting it. For other tragedies, Marinette was only able to witness the aftermath. For the victims, she had nothing to give. Knives can only hurt, they cannot heal.

Marinette loathes Gotham, a hatred that burns through her down to her core. In the Court of Owls, violence was planned. On the streets of Gotham, violence was random. It was so much worse. But a safer city would be more dangerous for Marinette, who needed deep shadows to hide in.

Marinette lived on the streets. She knew that she could pickpocket enough money to rent an apartment. It would be easy, the roughest slums of Gotham, to find someone willing to rent to a child, so long as they had the money. But Marinette's fear and pain had nothing to do with the physical conditions of living on the streets. It was all psychological. The horrors that Marinette had seen haunted her like a ghost.

The worst incident was Hannah, whose death shattered Marinette to her very core. Hannah was only seventeen years old, only two years older than Marinette herself. Marinette didn't know much about the girl, other than that she was on the streets because her boyfriend had threatened to kill her and the police wouldn't do anything until there was physical proof. Except, the way Hannah explained it was that the police wouldn't get involved until she was already dead. Marinette had offered to protect the older girl, but she shooed her away. Hannah told Marinette that she wouldn't let anything happen to herself. She told Marinette that she was tough.

Evidently, Hannah wasn't tough enough for the streets of Gotham. Marinette cried over the body for thirty minutes, cried so hard for so long that she knew she wasn't a knife anymore. Knives would never cry. Knives would cut right back. But Marinette was so sick of violence, so she cried and cried. Eventually, she knocked on the door of a house down the street, asking to borrow a phone to call the police and report a murder. Hannah's body was taken away. The police were ambivalent, they didn't even ask Marinette for a statement. To the police, Hannah was another victim of Gotham and there was nothing anyone could do about it.

This world was so deeply and terribly bad that Marinette didn't know how the rest of the world could survive it. Marinette didn't know if she wanted to survive it.

-----

Marinette was sixteen years old, and she finally got herself involved in the vigilante side of Gotham. Before Red Hood entered the scene, Crime Alley was a mess of villains and vigilantes, in a constant battle between chaos and order. Marinette never got involved. She had spent many years as a weapon, long enough to learn that a weapon can only harm and can never heal.

Red Hood toed the line between villain and vigilante. His network of crime was more civilized than any other the other organizations vying for control of Gotham. He kept the streets safe by keeping the most dangerous players in line. Marinette had to admit, he did more good for Crime Alley than Gotham's actual police force.

Still, that didn't mean that Marinette wanted to get involved. She preferred to keep to herself, keep out of the way, and keep in the shadows. It was safer that way.

That November evening when Marinette met Red Hood was cold. The rain that had come in the afternoon had frozen to ice. Marinette shivered as she sat in the alleyway, back against the brick wall, arms wrapped around her knees, hugging herself into a tight little ball. Winter was fast approaching, and Marinette knew that she needed to find better shelter.

Marinette hadn't been quick enough. Marinette should have fled the alley as soon as she saw the three brutish men start walking down it, but she was so cold she wasn't sure if she would be able to get her feet to move. By the time Marinette had gotten her feet under her to stand up, the three men were surrounding her.

The man in the middle leered at her. "You look cold. Why don't you come with us? We'll keep you warm."

There wasn't a trace of a question in his voice. It was a command. However, Marinette knew what happened to the girls who took up the offer, so she vigorously shook her head. She would rather freeze to death than join him in his bed.

"That wasn't a question," he growled, reaching down to grab her and pull her to her feet.

"I wouldn't touch her if I were you," an unfamiliar voice piped up from farther down the alley. "I just might have to remove your hand if you do."

"Red Hood! I was just helping the girl to her feet. I swear I wasn't going to do anything to her." The man sounded terrified, and for good reason. The punishment that Red Hood chose for rapists was well known for its brutality.

"You should leave," snapped Red Hood. The men hurried out of the alleyway, running without looking back. Marinette watched them go, relief rushing through her.

"Do you have somewhere to stay?" Red Hood asked, offering Marinette a hand to help her to her feet.

Marinette shook her head, squeezing herself into a tighter ball.

"I can take you to the nearest homeless shelter or I can take you to the nearest of my safehouses until I set you up in something permanent."

"I'm fine here," mumbled Marinette. It was the first time she had spoken in weeks. Her own voice sounded foreign to her.

Red Hood scoffed. "You'll freeze to death out here. It's either a homeless shelter or a safehouse. I don't leave girls out on the streets. Not in Gotham. Not in Crime Alley."

Marinette shivered, feeling more than miserable. It was obvious that she wasn't going to be able to convince Red Hood to leave her. A homeless shelter might need identification, which Marinette didn't have. Going to his safehouse was her best bet. "Safehouse."

Red Hood pulled Marinette to her feet. "Alright, safehouse it is. Mind telling me your name?"

"Marinette."

"No last name?"

Marinette shook her head. She hadn't earned a surname yet.

Red Hood took her back to the safehouse and got her settled, bringing over groceries every week as he tried to tempt her into giving him more information about herself. Marinette was reticent to tell him about her past. She doubted that he would still trust her enough to leave her alone if he learned that she used to work as an assassin.

However, Marinette couldn't keep that secret for very long. Two months after meeting Red Hood, as she waited in the kitchen for him to arrive with his weekly delivery of groceries, Marinette was caught off guard as a dark figure burst through the door and attacked her. Marinette didn't want to fight the dark-haired girl, but to be honest she couldn't see any other option, considering the other girl attacked first. The girl was skilled and Marinette was out of practice, after two years away from the Court. The best she could do was hold the other girl off while she tried to figure out an escape plan.

Red Hood came in the front door, which was already ajar from the entrance of the other girl. "Black Bat, stop! Marinette is my guest here," shouted Red Hood over the commotion of the fight.

Black Bat ceased her offensive, falling back into a defensive crouch. She pointed one finger at Marinette and accused, "Talon."

Marinette cringed back. "Not anymore. Never, ever again."

Red Hood stared at Marinette in shock. "You were an assassin?"

Marinette nodded miserably, wishing she could be anywhere else. She should have escaped the safehouse when she had the chance, but her stupid brain decided that Red Hood's safehouse would be a good place as any to spend the winter months.

"Cass? Jason? Why was the door left open...?" The civilian man who walked through the open door stared at the scene in front of him in confusion.

"Aliases, Grayson!" exclaimed Red Hood, or, Jason as he had just been named. Jason took off his mask, casting it aside as he ran his hand through his hair with a groan. "Black Bat, you take Marinette back to the bedroom and help her put bruise cream on wherever you managed to hit her. Grayson, you're coming with me back to the cave so we can explain this situation to you-know-who." Jason almost reached the door before he let out a loud swear "Fuck! I cannot believe that I have to be the responsible one here."

As Jason and his friend left the safehouse, Marinette followed Black Bat - Cass - down the hallway to the bedroom. "Sit," ordered Cass, pointing towards the bed as she starting digging through the bathroom cabinet, looking for bruise cream.

Marinette stripped off her shirt so that Cass could get to the bruises. The only significant hit was a kick to the chest that knocked the breath out of Marinette. It was already turning yellow. Marinette poked it and grimaced at the twinge of pain that followed.

"Don't worry," said Cass as she started to rub the medicine onto Marinette's chest. "Jason will keep you safe."

Cass wasn't lying. Whatever Jason said or did in the hours that he was gone that day, it worked. Two days later, Marinette was moving into Wayne Manor.

Jason explained it all to her on the drive over. "Bruce - Batman - doesn't want an ex-assassin living on the streets in Crime Alley, especially not one in possession of compromising information about our identities. Given that you've already taken the first step towards reformation, Bruce is pretty confident that you're safe to live in the house. He'll help you get back on your feet, get you a new identity, an education, or anything you need."

Marinette froze for a moment, then wrapped Jason up in a hug. It was her first hug and it was better than she expected. "Thank you."

-----

Marinette was seventeen years old, and she finally had a family. The Wayne household was a chaotic place. Marinette used to think that she hated chaos, but she could now see the appeal. Coffee at midnight with Tim, practicing acrobatics with Dick, racing motorcycles with Jason, rescuing farm animals with Damian - none of it was normal, and because of that, Marinette loved it. However, when things got overwhelming and Marinette needed a break from the chaos, she always knew where to go.

Cass was one of the only quiet Waynes (the other being Alfred). In fact, she barely spoke at all. Marinette had learned that she and Cass had quite a few similarities in the nature of their childhoods. They were both taken from at least one of their parents, both raised to be assassins from a young age, both were isolated from the rest of society. Where they differed was the particulars of their education. Cass was raised without language, and she only learned how to speak after she escaped from her father's grasp.

One night, after a patrol that led to Marinette stumbling upon a body that reminded her of Hannah from all those years ago, Marinette walked through the halls of the Manor to Cass's bedroom. All anyone wanted was for Marinette to talk about it. Cass was the only person who wouldn't make that demand of Marinette.

Marinette knocked on the door, two quiet little knocks. Cass cracked open the door, then gestured for Marinette to come inside. Marinette settled down on the couch in the corner, trying to pick out the questions that she wanted to ask Cass. There were so many questions, but Marinette knew that only a few of them were worth asking. They sat in silence for a while, Marinette so lost in thought that she almost forgot that Cass was there, too. Finally, Marinette settled on the question. "Do you ever wish that you could change the past?"

Cass was silent, deep in thought for a few moments before she shook her head. "No."

"Not even if it meant that you could have had a normal childhood?"

"I had a hard childhood," Cass acknowledged. "I like where I ended up. I wouldn't be here without my childhood."

Marinette had one last question to ask. "If you're able to speak now, why do you barely talk."

"I learned to speak," agreed Cass, going silent for a moment before continuing. "I have become proficient at using words to deliver information but I lack the skill to converse with others. I find it difficult to use any more words than necessary. For that reason, people do not like talking to me. I do not talk to those who do not want to talk to me."

"I like talking to you," said Marinette, squeezing Cass's hand. "I can talk enough for the both of us. You don't mind my talking, do you?"

Cass shook her head. "I find your words tolerable. Sometimes even pleasant."

It was a high compliment from Cass. Marinette smiled. "May I hug you?"

Cass nodded, and Marinette wrapped her dearest friend up in a hug.

-----

Marinette was eighteen years old, and it was time for her to create a new identity for herself.

"Do you want a surname?" asked Bruce.

Marinette stared at the screen. There were three options in front of here. The first, to remain nameless. The second, to take on the name she was born with, Dupain-Cheng in remembrance of her parents and the childhood she never got to have. The third, to move on entirely from her past and embrace the future. "Wayne. Marinette Wayne."

@maribatmarch-2k21

[narcoticwriter]

Genshin OC Lore: Arataki Akihito

Again, I do not remember who asked, but here you go.

Personality + Traits: 

Closed off, repressed, subdued, any combination of those 

The stuff below has been buried under the aforementioned

Stands up for his fundamental beliefs, also loyal

Focused and disciplined (almost dissociatively)

Competitive (even if it's his little bro, but he'll let him try first lmao)

Secretly enjoys dance and the theater

Must be moving at all times unless he is asleep (sleep isn't easy)

Lore:

In no uncertain terms, there’s no fucking way that Itto is the last of the Arataki clan. I refuse to believe it. He can’t be all that’s left. The bloodline would likely die with him. So take my headcanons that there are at least two other ones that we know of.

He grew up secluded from others and was glad for it. He knew how humans treated oni and he wanted nothing to do with it. So he found solace in the fellow oni in that remote village. Or tried.

Because by all reasonable accounts, he shouldn’t exist. Blue oni and crimson oni have never successfully procreated before, so why the hell is he a thing?

Even amongst his own kin, Akihito found discrimination and unease. He cannot catch a fucking break. The only person he had was his mother if she wasn’t out working to provide for the both of them.

He made one friend though. A cripple from the human village a ways away. 

“Why are you not afraid of me?” “What’s there to be afraid of when you’re the first person who’s treated me like someone who was worth the time?”

Oh, they got along swimmingly like you wouldn’t believe. Until the humans found out. They threw stones at both of them. One survived, the other didn’t. Akihito was 10 at the time. 

So naturally, when he survived, he was taken by the humans and shoved into a damp dark cell. 

He wasn’t human, so they could do all sorts of things to him without feeling a shred of remorse. He was starved, beaten, hamfistedly tortured, and the like. They also sawed off his horns. 

When they finally threw him out, the only way he could still walk was out of sheer fucking will. After making his way out, he collapsed and was pretty sure that he was about to die. 

Someone from the village found him and he was dragged from the brink and slowly came back to full health. Or as healthy as you can be when your soul is gone.

Akihito stayed in his room after that, never bothering to interact with anyone or tell anyone what really happened. How could he? He was terrified of what would happen if he did.

The only time he talked to another person was when his mother brought food to his room and tried to keep him as comfortable as she could. So he slowly started to wither away as he ate and talked less.

This went on for about two years.

His Master:

One day, there was a visitor to him and his mother’s house. He heard them talking about certain topics he had no idea about, things like ‘skills’ or ‘mentoring’ or whatever. He didn’t really care though. So he simply curled up in his bed and laid there as he usually did.

When the door slid open to his room this time, there was a strange person with his mother. Akihito crawled further under his blankets, not wanting to talk to anyone that wasn’t his mother, but his mother pulled the covers from his head and body anyway.

“My old friend has decided that he wants to help you, Akihito.” “I don’t need any help with anything, I’m fine with this.” “Well, you’re going with him anyway.”

The strange man held up a hand and said that he was going to be staying with them for a week, and then he would leave. It would be Akihito’s decision to go with him or not.

Akihito did not enjoy this, but he took a closer look at the new person. They seemed strong and had a presence around them. In another life, maybe he would have approached him. But not at this moment. 

So he simply said, “I don’t care because it’s not like I’d go anyway.”

The first day was strange. He was woken up by someone making noise outside his window. Turns out the stranger was training or something if the katana he was swinging in his hands were of any indication.

The next day, he was woken up by the same thing, except this time the man was kicking trunks of trees and moving his body in a strange way. Curious, he watched intently.

The man noticed this and shouted out, “I’ll show you if you come on out of your room.”

Ah. So that was the game. He knew it was some sort of ploy, but curiosity got the best of him. So for the first time in about two years, his bare feet touched grass (LMAO) and his skin was met with the warm sun. 

Akihito watched him from a shaded spot under a tree, eventually falling asleep. He woke up in his room, not knowing who brought him there. 

On the fifth day, Akihito woke up before this man did, went out into the front yard, and - just out of curiosity he’d swear up and down - started to attempt to mimic what the man had been doing.  

However, with the way he had been living and taking care of himself, he soon collapsed from exhaustion, fatigue, and just the body saying that enough was enough. 

Akihito woke up again, but this time, he was in his room with the man sitting next to him. He had clean clothes on, some bandages were wrapped around his body for when he’d claw himself in his sleep from night terrors, and was clean for the first time in months. 

The man took him by the hand and led him to the dining room. He hadn’t been in this area for longer than two minutes in a while, and the sight of his mother laying out food for breakfast and the man beckoning him to sit with them did something fundamentally emotional to his fragile state.

He did not know when he started to cry, or when his mother’s arms wrapped around his weak skinny, sickly-looking body and his body, but he did know that his heart was allowed to break for the first time.

So he told them everything in a sobbing torrent. How he got the stumps of where his horns used to be, how he became used to the constant pain in his body and limbs, and how he hated himself for giving the humans a reason to do that to him and kill his friend.

After some time passed in order for him to calm down completely, the man asked him something: “This is hard, isn’t it?”

To which Akihito slowly nodded. 

He allows his collar to drop a little, showing an ugly wicked scar on his collarbone. “It's hard for me too. Do you want me to teach you how to make it easier?”

“Yes. Teach me please.” 

So with that, he spent the morning picking up his belongings and after saying goodbye to his mother, he left with his new master.

Vision: 

Akihito didn’t know how long he had been out there, punching the same post over and over again. He had become remarkably stuck at a certain point in his training and he had no idea where it went wrong. His master had outright refused to train him further until he could ‘stoke his spirit’.

“You have no conviction. I took you on because I thought you weren’t going to back down from a challenge. This art is not for people who want to escape.”

He had taken on everything life had thrown at him and had always gotten up to face them again. And what respectable samurai would back down from a simple challenge such as this? 

A roiling swirl of emotions threatened to break to the surface and while he’d usually shove them down, this time Akihito let them wash over him, punching the post to no end. 

A few swings at nothing but air alerted him to the fact that he knocked the post out of the ground and a good fifteen feet away. 

He went over to it, body aching, arms throbbing with pain, and blood flowing from the cuts in his knuckles, only to find a hot, glowing Pyro Vision resting within the heavy impact of where his fist landed.

[anxiouspotatorants]

HOLD UP!!! You immediately had me at the "Twilight AU but Rory is the vampire" here 👀👀👀👀. Color me intrigued AND inspired.

Ok so first off, the 'reveal' conversation. The COMEDY potential!! Just Jess being overall nervous but also pretty curious to know about what Rory as a vampire is like, whereas Rory is trying pretty hard to make him be more afraid and to hopefully get him to run away screaming so she can have some reason to tackle him, but this guy just isn't budging!

The shiny skin reveal! Like first off, THIS CAN'T BE THE SAME WITH EDWARD BECAUSE RORY'S NOT PLANNING ON STRIPPING IN FRONT OF JESS HERE (no matter how much she might like him despite her better judgement). Imagine the complete lack of suspense when she just uncovers her arm and shows Jess how it sparkles into the sunlight.

Rory: This is the skin of a killer, Jess!!

Jess: Wow, didn't know murderers had a continuous discount at Claire's for silvery glitter.

Rory: 😒

JESS WITH THE ICONIC GOOGLE SEARCH. THE DREAMS ABOUT RORY COMING IN WITH THE FULL DRACULA GETUP, MENACINGLY LEANING IN TO BITE HIM AS HE TAKES HIS "Paint me like one of your french girls" pose. Jess waking up from it not knowing whether he's scared or has just figured out a new kink for himself.

Jess dodging all of Rory's attempts to get him to stop wanting to see her by just coming in and asking her all of these questions while they're in the middle of the recess crowd in school. Rory giving up after the fourth attempt and answering all of his questions in a hushed tone.

Jess: So you can read people's minds?

Rory: Yes, except for yours. I still haven't figured out why though.

Jess: Huh, maybe Liz's all-round smoking diet during her pregnancy had its benefits after all.

Rory: Jess!!

I'm not sure whether I'd want Rory to be an older vampire like Edward or a more newly-made one, and in this case Lorelai is potentially still human but knows about Rory's condition despite Rory trying to keep her in the dark about it when she first turned. They still haven't found a way to break it to Richard and Emily though, despite their various brainstorming sessions over it.

Lorelai: We could get them drunk and just announce it to them!

Rory: Wonderful, and they'll accept their formerly estranged granddaughter as an undead creature.

Lorelai: Hey, you only asked how we should tell them, you never asked about how they'd handle it.

Jess just straight-up asking if she would eat the bullies in the high-school. Rory vehemently replying that no, she doesn't eat people, she just drinks the blood, but if he must know,......yes she drank from Chuck Presby once because she was angry and hungry and his blood almost tasted like Gatorade, so she's refrained from trying out the other bullies' blood. No, Chuck doesn't know what happened, he just thinks some girl went a bit too far with her hickey.

Jess and Rory talking to each other late at night and organizing a "studying" session where they just end up watching various B-movies, and sometimes Jess ends up falling asleep on the other side of the couch while Rory looks on at him and look, she's not being creepy here, she's just sitting on her side admiring this insane boy who still hasn't woken up one morning and decided that being friends with a vampire girl isn't in fact one of the smartest choices he could make in his life, and she can't help but like him because of that, ok? Also she really needs to hear more of his thoughts on some of the other American classics, it's imperative.

Rory ending up protecting Jess from an ongoing car that almost hits him instead of the whole "other vampire craves his blood" storyline but Jess ends up spraining his arm when he fell to the ground and Rory just feels guilty that she couldn't have saved him in a better way and tries to avoid him after that. Unfortunately she can't because this dumbass is walking along her trail in the nearby woods with his arm in a sling and goddamn it Jess, you're scaring away the deer!!

Yes. A thousand times yes. To all of this. The comedy. The pining. The Google search idea and elder Gilmore announcement. Yes to it all. But may I raise you some alternatives/more ideas:

In the books the sparkling looks more like the vampires are on fire. So when Rory reveals some skin in the sunlight, Jess is like «Shit, stop doing that do you have a death wish?!» and Rory just gives him a shit eating grin and waves her arm in and out of the sunlight. Also what if she doesn’t strip but takes of her sweater to reveal a t-shirt and Jess has a momentary heart attack thinking a vampire was about to flash him? All this being said the Claire’s silvery glitter scene is too good to replace ;-;

There just has to be a point while they’re close friends that Rory tries to impress/scare Jess by pulling him over her shoulders and carrying him while she speed runs. But when she tries to say something badass or seductive she has a brain fart and the only thing that comes out is: «Hold on tight... spidermonkey.» Jess doesn’t get to react before she runs, and when she’s finished the first thing he does is puke (apparently it’s hard to get used to that running according to SMeyer). Rory: «Oh no I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have done it, it was stupid and now you’re hurt and-»

Jess: «Spidermonkey???»

Rory: «oh, you’re fine.»

Jess: «SPIDERMONKEY????»

Rory: «I’ll just leave you here for the bears,» and walks away.

I’m not sure what her vampire origin story should be. It could be all the Gilmores are vampires and they bite each other at a certain age after procreating (and the eldest Lorelai decided to be an asshole and bite Rory early) or it could just be Rory like you said. In that case maybe Christopher became one and bit Rory because he wants her and Lorelai and him to be one big happy family of the night? But Lorelai refused and Rory protected her? Or maybe it was a stranger who passed by Stars Hollow?

Jess questions Rory’s humanity not after being saved by a car crash (pre friendship that is, I still think your idea should come in afterwards) but because he consistently skips school and on a sunny day («How can I lock myself in a stuffy dusty dark room on a day like this, uncle Luke?») he comes upon Rory hunting and eating a dear. That and/or she saves him from the swan. And because it’s Rory and she’s a clumsy new-born she saves him by speeding over and suckerpunching the swan so hard it does an action movie sweep miles into the forest.

Rory’s cover for sunny days in Stars Hollow is that she’s staying at Chilton longer for an assignment, or in the case of her still going to ST High it’s visiting their library for resources. Because she hates missing school, that cover is usually true, and she just refuses to go into any spot with sunlight:

Rory: «I have this skin condition, I have sun allergy»

Madeleine or Louise: «That’s not a thing is it»

Paris: «It is [starts infodumping]»

She usually locks herself in the darkest corner of the library and speeding away in a flash at closing time before anyone can spot her.

Rory has lost count of the amount of times Jess has dared her to drink from him. She refuses because she’s scared if hurting a friend:«What if I taste your blood and it’s so good I can’t stop? Like it tastes like heroin or ecstasy or coffee?» Jess usually counters with either «If you could resist Chuck Presby you can resist me» or «What makes you think I’d taste so good, huh?» Rory always ends up thinking she would have a blush right now if she was still human.

Jess wants to be a vampire too because hey what else does he have a chance at doing in life? But Rory refuses because she sees the potential in him and what he can be, and doesn’t want to take his chance at a good and normal life away from him. But at some point they get into a dangerous situation where Jess’ only options are death or vampyrism and Rory finally gives in. Also this is our AU and we get to decide which Twilight vampire-rules apply and in this AU vampires age mentally (it’s a bullshit excuse SMeyer and you know it).

This one depends on the origin but hey it’s an idea: While Rory was still a new new-born, her and Lorelai locked themselves up in the crap shack for a full week watching all the vampire movies they could in search of information that could help them. Rory decided to do empirical experiments too, and had garlic food, got a cross close to her, wore silver and stabbed her arm a wooden stake. The garlic food (like all food now sadly) tasted crap but didn’t kill her, nor did any of the rest. The wooden stake hurt but it healed fast.

Rory gets both Lorelai and Jess to order insane amounts of food just to watch them eat it because she misses the taste and needs to live vicariously through their tastebuds. In the AU where both Gilmore girls are vampires, they order so much food because they have no idea what the normal amount is (chaotic vampire Gilmores for the win).

Also I did not realize how well Bella and Edward’s powers fit Rory and Jess? Like of course Rory would be a mind reader and of course Jess’ thing would be an all-encompassing shield. Sometime when he’s still human and «bugging» Rory she poses the theory that maybe his head is just empty and doesn’t have any interesting ideas. Jess pretends to be hurt (okay he’s a little hurt but he’d never tell her that) and Rory immediately falls into apologetic mode.

Rory wants to go to prom because it’s a human teenage activity she refuses to miss before starts figuring out what to make out of her vampire life. Jess isn’t hyped for it but promises to get tickets. They end up both going as vampires because that altercation happens a week or so before. Jess struggles with not eating everyone in sight but he sticks close to Rory and they leave without a single drop of blood on their hands.

Also Luke as Charlie! Paying attention to the beat attacks and being the only one who noticed that Rory doesn’t actually eat the food on her plate anymore (her mom eats her own plate then switches it with Rory’s) and when Rory and Jess reveal the secret he momentarily closes down and has to take a fishing trip to process everything. But he comes back a ride or die wanting to protect the poor kids.

I also feel like there should be multiple moments where one is insanely attracted to the other and questions this attraction strongly. Like Rory crushing on Jess and wondering if it’s bloodthirst or just the last remains of her human teenage hormones. And Jess being full on into Rory while still acknowledging the fact that it could be some vampire seduction powers, but what the hell does he care? There’s a cute undead bookworm right there and if he has to go he doesn’t mind dying to be a pretty girl’s lunch meal.

[redqueen-hypothesis]

tied together pt.2 ➳ mlqc

➳ WORD COUNT: 3359

➳ GENRE: fluff

➳ SYNOPSIS: how would the mlqc boys (lucien, victor and shaw) propose?

➳ REMARKS: i seem to be obsessed with sleeping at last songs recently. they’re soothing to ears... these headcanons were inspired by heart. 

VICTOR

has been thinking about proposing for a long, long time

and by long, long time i mean, he’s been thinking about this ever since the two of you started dating

victor has a one track mind: dating, proposal, marriage. when he gets into a relationship with you, it’s all or nothing

the man might seem like he’s emotionally constipated - but he’s determined to make this relationship work, to officially join the two of you together for the rest of your lives

victor is a traditionalist romantic, he inherited that side from his mother. he’s big on romantic shows of affection and has the money to do it too, so he gets down to preparing something that will definitely blow you away

he’s brought up the idea of proposing before, wanting to wait until you’re as ready as he is about the idea of being together

when you give him positive answers, jokingly telling him that he’ll have to do all the cooking or you’d turn him down on the spot, he knows that it’s time to pop the question

gradually puts together a proposal plan after work each day, making arrangements and phone calls

goldman gets roped into helping overtime (give the poor man a raise)

aside from goldman, though, victor is determined to get this proposal down on his own: it’s his proposal, and he’ll do it with his own hands

personally goes to the florist to inspect each and every rose he’s buying (he’s buying them by the hundreds), trimming them of the thorns and bundling them into bouquets

he’s not fantastic with his hands, fumbles with the silk ribbons that seem to keep slipping through his fingers and some of the bouquets look just a little lopsided, but it’s the effort that counts for him

victor knows money can buy almost anything in the world, but he also knows more than anyone else what money can’t buy - your love, your devotion, your patience with him

finds himself reminiscing a lot about his memories with you, from the way you jammed your foot in his office door and shouted how you were going to get that funding no matter what to the way you shiver when he kisses you

gods, time works in some strange ways

you realise he’s been looking a little exhausted when you come to deliver the reports to his office, but victor waves it off, looking as put together as ever

goldman complains to you that he’s been staying up late doing extra work and that he should at least get a bonus, but victor drags him away before he can say another word

(he does get a bonus, but it’s more of hush money than anything. from then on goldman keeps his mouth faithfully shut)

one day after a work week, victor invites you to souvenir for dinner. it’s rare that he brings you there nowadays, because you’d rather just eat together in his house, but you’ve missed the place and mr mills

he sends you a dress to wear, a beautiful wine red affair that fits you like a second skin, and also a limousine to pick you up. no one but him is seeing you in that dress

you’re kind of stressed, because victor just dropped this on you out of nowhere and oh god is something big happening? the dress looks more like something you’d wear on the red carpet than a simple meal

you redo your make up five times before giving up

when you enter the limo, the chauffeur passes you a delicate jewelry box “with regards from mr li”. you open it to find a string of sparkling stones - no, those cannot be real... right?

when you think about your boyfriend though, no they’re quite definitely real

you put it on with shaking hands. victor has a penchant for giving you the strangest gifts, from a golden camel he’d found in a souvenir shop while visiting dubai to a glass jar of pink sand from the beaches of eleuthera just because you had mentioned wanting to visit in passing

but diamonds? you’re pretty sure you’ve seen this as a collector’s item somewhere... how much did they cost?

stepping into souvenir is like stepping into another world altogether - you’ve never seen it like this before

there are velvet roses decorating the small restaurant, in all manner of colour, wine red, champagne, white and pink, scented candles lighting up the room with their flickering glow

and standing in the middle of it all is victor dressed in a dark suit, holding a huge bouquet of red roses in his hands. when he sees you, his face softens ever so slightly, and he puts the flowers in your hands “here”

doesn’t so much as explain what they’re for, pulling out your chair for you. the two of you are the only ones here, and victor serves you himself

is it just you, or does the food somehow taste better than usual?

during the course of the entire dinner, however, victor looks like he wants to say something, but can’t quite open his mouth

he puts a pudding in front of you for desert, your favourite, but this time when you cut it in half with your spoon, there’s sound of metal on metal

you frown. surely victor wouldn’t have dropped one of his cuff-links inside? scooping it out, you find a single, silver band inside, a sparkling diamond resting on the top

you stare at it for a good few seconds without moving, unable to believe your eyes. you’re not hallucinating, right? that’s really a diamond ring there in the middle of your pudding?

you know it’s a proposal. you just can’t seem to shed the thickness in your throat that steals your voice, the way your hands are trembling too much to pick the ring up, the way you’re on the verge of bursting into tears

victor is a little flustered. he can’t see the ring from where he is since it’s still firmly lodged in the pudding. did you swallow it on accident?

he rises to his feet, picks up the ring (where it is, thankfully, still in the pudding and not halfway down your throat), and kneels next to where you’re seated

your eyes are wide with unshed tears, and suddenly he finds it difficult to speak

fuck, he had a speech written... he can’t remember a damn bit of it now

when he whispers your name, you look up at him with those beautiful eyes in stunned shock, and the words just tumble out.

“i know that i am not a perfect man, that sometimes we fight, and that there are times we disagree. i know all of that, but i also know that more than anything in the world, you’re the one i want to spend the rest of my life with.” words have never felt heavier on his tongue. “i love you, i really do. will you marry me?”

you’re still frozen, unable to wrap your head around this, victor is proposing to you. on the other hand, the poor man is starting to wonder if he’s given you a heart attack. “you don’t have to give me an answer right now, you can take some time to think over it more clearly. i know it’s an important decision to make, so-”

you practically knock him over with the force of your hug, squeezing him so tight to you victor almost feels like he can’t breathe

“yes.” you whisper into his ear, and he can feel your tears - warm tears of pure joy falling onto the bare skin of his neck. “yes, i’ll marry you, victor.”

ahh fuck. victor doesn’t know why he feels like crying too. he holds you tighter so you can’t see his face. “you’ll rip your dress like that, dummy.”

when the two of you finally get off the floor, he puts the ring on your finger, and you pull him in for such a fierce kiss that you almost knock him to the ground again

“dummy” he whispers again, and kisses you back just as hard

LUCIEN

surprisingly, just recently starting thinking about proposing

for him, the fact that you were already dating him was all the happiness he thought he deserved for everything he had done as ares

he knew that he had hurt you before, his betrayal, his involvement with black swan, and although he seemed perfectly fine on the outside, he would lie in bed, late at night and unable to sleep, thinking

“does a person like me really deserve such an ordinary happiness?”

everything had been about the evolution of mankind to him, survival of the fittest, leaving the weak behind

and yet nowadays when he sat on a park bench and partook in his usual hobby of people-watching, non-evolvers and evolvers alike, mingling without distinction and enjoying their time together, as friends, as family, as lovers, he couldn’t help but ache for that intangible something as well

love. a concept that had been so utterly foreign to him that he’d merely dismissed it as a survival mechanism humans had developed so that different people would take care of each other, increasing their chances of procreating and passing on their genes

until he had met you

he remembered something you had told him once

“if I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing.” it was love that made humans humane

he had dreamed so much about a future where only the best of humanity had survived, leading to a elite society of humans, but if they had to give up this love to get there, did that really make them human?

he pulled together the tiny fragments of memories he had of his parents. the way they had loved each other, the way they had loved him. the way you love him, even though there’s no logical explanation to why you would, even after all he’s done

tears slip silently down lucien’s cheeks on the park bench, alone, for the first time since that car accident when he was five

a young girl offers him a tissue, he smiles and thanks her, watching her scurry back to her family

so you were right all along, weren’t you?

when he confesses this to you one night, with your arms wrapped around his in bed, you look down at him with the most tender smile - so full of this love that he feels like he needs to look away, yet he can’t tear his eyes away from your face

“everyone deserves to be happy, lucien. and i want to be one of the reasons for your happiness, if you’ll let me.”

silly girl. you’re the reason he’s understood happiness in the first place

dating isn’t enough for him. he wants more, to be bound to you, heart, body and soul. he wants to become family, he wants to see you in a white dress. he wants to see his ring on your finger, your love belonging to him for the rest of your lives

he wants to give you the same love you’ve given him

“when two people come together in love, it grows.” you had told him gently, one day out on a date with him. “i want to make you happy because it makes me happy too.”

he’s watched plenty of romance novels in an attempt to replicate the human emotion of love, so he’s all too aware of how the sweetest of words slip out far too easily from his mouth

all those seem so trivial, so lackluster when it comes to expressing just how much he feels for you - it even scares him sometimes

proposals needs rings. that’s the easy part

but he wants to ask you in a way that means something deeper for the two of you

sometimes the old ghosts come back to haunt him and taunt, ‘look at how weak you’ve become, ares, what a fool.’ your arms and lips are there to chase the darkness away

it’s an emotional journey for the two of you

waits till it’s spring to do it

lucien invites you out on a date to a garden exhibition in the rural countryside

it’s a small, beautifully kept greenhouse (typically, it wouldn’t be open to the public, but lucien pulled a few strings with the owner)

when you step in, you’re stunned to see vibrant colours all around in this small, cozy greenhouse. beautiful doesn’t even begin to describe it

you’re already stunned enough until one of the petals flutter just a little before taking off into the air, it’s a butterfly!

your smile makes lucien smile

you run from bush to bush, from flower to flower, gushing to lucien about how beautiful they are - lucien thinks you’re far more beautiful, but just smiles and nods

“did you know that some butterflies only live for a few days after hatching?” he wonders aloud, and you turn back to see him watching two butterflies dancing together in the air. “and yet they’re still one of the most beautiful sights that nature can offer the world.”

you slip your hand into his. when he looks down at you, bemused, and you smile. “kind of like human lives, don’t you think?”

the two of you spend some time at the greenhouse before you leave, wandering along the some of the grassy fields outside. to your surprise, there’s a small stall selling handmade kites

lucien catches you looking at it, and asks if you want to fly kites. you remember your promise together, to fly kites in spring. he hasn’t forgotten it, not even once

you shout encouragement to lucien as he runs, pulling the kite along, and cheer as the purple butterfly kite soars up into the air on the stiff breeze

the two of you take turns keeping the kite in the air

doing this together makes you feel like everything is okay, as if lucien is telling you that he’s ready to put down his past as ares and move on to who he wants to be

you’re feeling just a tiny bit sad when you reel in the kite together, until you see the something shiny tied to the kite

curiously, you pull it free - and realise that it’s a ring

the gem on it is unlike anything you’ve ever seen, it looks white at first glance, but under the light it splits into a rainbow of colours

lucien speaks quietly as he slides it onto your finger. “at first, all i could see this world in was black and white. but the day when you came in my life... i saw colours for the first time. you taught me that this world was so much more than what i thought was right, helped me see the way others saw the world. you brought colour into my life.”

of course you cry. the way lucien speaks is in a way you’ve rarely heard him, his voice isn’t that smooth, composed tone you’re so used to hearing

it’s raw, emotional, and so real with you that you find yourself hanging onto every last word

“i know i don’t deserve you, or the love you give me, but can i be selfish enough to keep asking for it regardless?”

this silly man. why is he asking for it when he already has it all?

holding the kite between you, he kisses you so gently that you feel yourself unraveling under the near painful affection that you can feel from it - the end of one promise, and the forging of a new one together, one that you’ll keep for the rest of your life

SHAW

what’s marriage? is that something you eat?

shaw hasn’t thought about marriage since like... ever

he’s lived his entire life on the edge, playing with danger, coming and going like the thunder clouds before and after a storm

settling down has never been a concept he’s familiar with, but it’s one he finds himself thinking about after he started dating you

he’s kind of young for this, so he’s not sure if he’s ready to give up this flighty lifestyle - it’s all he’s known all his life

and yet, when you call for him, he’s there. when you need him for help, he appears. when you ask him to remain with you, he stays

isn’t that something similar to being chained down already? shaw wonders, but doesn’t quite understand why he doesn’t seem to mind

sometimes, he worries thinks about the fact that you’re getting older... don’t you think about settling down? didn’t one of your co-workers ask you out on a date a few days ago?

when he brings up this question with you one day, you think about it for a bit before nodding. for a second, a tiny bit of worry edges into his heart, but then you’re kissing him on the cheek gently. “whenever you’re ready.”

fuck. he’s never really cared about being a reliable person, he’s the only person who he’s had to take care of his entire life, but now he has you

he wants to be your rock. your anchor in the storm. your man.

when the fuck did he get so cheesy???

finds himself making tiny changes in his lifestyle that he wasn’t even aware of, waving away a cigarette when one of his bandmates offer him a stick, choosing to bring you out on late night dates instead of going drinking with some more uh... shady friends

starts taking on a part time job to earn extra cash (and counting his umbrellas so he stops losing them)

mayhaps he has something in mind that he wants to buy (something for you, but he’s not quite sure yet)

the necklace was an impulse purchase

he’d been skating down the streets, heading home from university one day when a pair of necklaces in the window of a shop catch his eye - they have matching charms, a small storm cloud and a sun

his first thought is: wow that’s so stupid

his second thought: you would look cute with it

he knows he’s whipped, but he’s never going to admit it

shaw finds himself buying it anyway, only to regret it immediately after

what the fuck is he doing

he chucks it somewhere into the mess of his apartment, only for it to resurface a few weeks later when you come over to bring back some clothes you’ve left over in his house

you find the jewelry box, and open it to find the necklaces

they don’t really look like shaw’s type. maybe there’s another girl wooing him?

when shaw sees you holding it he’s scrambling to explain, no it’s not a gift from a girl, it’s...

you look at him, confused. “it’s...?”

he doesn’t have much of a choice but to give it to you now. plucking out the silver chain of the sun necklace, he holds it out to you a little awkwardly

“it’s for you.”

you look into the box curiously. “but there’s another necklace...?”

he blurts out what’s been on his mind for a while

“they’re matching necklaces... for you and me.” he mumbles. you don’t think you’ve ever seen him this embarrassed before. “to chase away any bastards who think they have a chance with my girl. damn, this is stupid, i’m going to throw this-”

you grab his hands before he can move, and suddenly you’re wearing the prettiest smile as you ask him, “well, aren’t you going to put it on me?”

chewing on his lower lip, he puts it around your neck. it takes him a few tries to get the clasp right

in return, you put the other necklace around him, kissing his neck and he swallows at the warmth of your mouth

maybe it’s a little too early to start thinking about marriage, but he knows you’ll wait for him, and that he’ll get there one day

“you belong to me now, alright? no one can take you away from me.”

[ceratonia-siliqua]

Sweeter Than Sugar (Ch 4)

Collab fic with @send-me-your-hcs

Summary: Tony is a man of refinement. Only the best, the highest quality specimens get added to his collection. Peter, a beautiful and very rare male omega, quickly becomes his favorite of all his pets. The perfect omega deserves an equally-perfect alpha. (Or: An a/b/o au where pet owner!Tony forcibly mates Peter and Bucky together for his own enjoyment.)

Warnings: Underage, noncon, a/b/o au, dark!Tony, confinement, forced pet play dynamics, forced mating/in heat cycles, forced daddy kink, forced feminization, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.

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Peter is the perfect picture of obedience after that day.

He’s still shy, of course. He’ll probably always be shy. But now, when Tony enters the boy’s kennel, he doesn’t need to use the leash to drag Peter towards him, or snap his fingers to beckon Peter to come kneel at his feet. Peter is wary of him, that much is obvious, but he seems to have finally made the connection that his quality of life drastically improves each time he shows his Daddy the proper respect and affection.

Having a mate to use as leverage just makes everything easier.

Peter seems to already be head-over-heels for his beefy alpha. Tony can’t help but wonder how much of that love is chemically-induced, a biological function honed after millions of years of evolution to ensure successfully-mated pairs stay together and procreate, but he wouldn’t be surprised if the boy’s affections are genuine. He studies the pair closely when they’re together, and Bucky is…

Bucky is a dream.

The alpha is absolutely smitten. Ridiculously, almost unbelievably soft with Tony’s princess. Every one of their interactions is peppered in little acts of love that make Tony’s heart melt.

Bucky, for instance, never eats first whenever he and Peter are fed together, despite that being an evolutionary instinct bred into most alphas. They are the protectors, the providers, the hunters – they need the most food, need to refuel often to keep their energy up, to keep their packs safe, unless of course their omega is pregnant. Bucky, however, won’t even look at the food that is brought to them until Peter has eaten first, as if he’s concerned Tony isn’t feeding his favorite pet enough throughout the day.

He’ll hand-feed his little omega so tenderly, Peter tucked into his lap, often impaled on his long dick. Peter is so short compared to his tall alpha; even in his lap, the top of his head only barely brushes Bucky’s throat, his soft curls tickling the underside of Bucky’s jaw, tucked beneath his chin like Tony built them in his lab to fit together.

Sometimes he feels like he did. The pair are a match made in heaven; Peter, soft and sweet and shy, but hiding a pair of claws sharp enough to draw blood if backed into a corner. Small and unspeakably cute, with fair, feminine features and a lithe body just begging for corruption.

The polar opposite to Bucky, whose hard-shelled exterior is rough, brutish and foreboding, a human weapon on the outside, but inside, apparently the alpha is hiding a tender heart so full of love he can’t keep it all inside now that Peter has cracked his shell. Huge, hulking muscles cover every inch of his imposing body, a body capable of doing great harm, tempered by the love he clearly feels for his smaller mate.

They are a sight to behold, and oh, Tony beholds them often. He’s generous enough to let them stay together most days, but Peter is still new to his collection, and he has to be careful to make sure the boy doesn’t forget who must always remain first in his heart. To remind him, he keeps the boy upstairs with him in his penthouse for the better part of each day, making Peter earn it if he wants to spend the evenings with his alpha.

He’s not cruel about it. He doesn’t ask for anything terrible, doesn’t make Peter do anything that would infringe upon his mating bond with Bucky. He does, however – as he does with all his pets – insist upon a certain amount of physical affection from Peter that the boy has, until now, almost completely denied him.

He’s much more handsy. In the mornings, he’ll bring Peter his breakfast and pet the boy’s hair as he sits at his little table, eating from his pet bowls. Peter still grips the dishes with both hands, holding them as if he could lift them to his mouth, seemingly unable to accept that they’re magnetically stuck to the tabletop, requiring him to bend over and eat from them like the pretty little pet he is. Peter used to flinch away and refuse to eat with Tony in the room, but now, the boy obediently slurps and consumes his meal while Tony plays with his hair, petting him and stroking down his back with soft, gentle hands.

As a thank-you for each meal, Tony expectantly bends down so Peter can kiss his cheek and mutter a soft, “Thank you, Daddy,” in his sweet little voice. Sometimes he’ll ruffle the boy’s hair in return, other times he’ll kiss the back of the boy’s hand, letting his lips linger on that supple skin. It’s all about exposure. Peter needs to get used to being touched and handled by him, until it’s as natural as being touched and handled by Bucky.

Post-meal cuddles become a daily occurrence. Once Peter has polished off his dishes, Tony takes a seat on his plush pet bed, patting his lap and beckoning the boy over to him. Peter is shy about it, but he doesn’t refuse. He knows better by now. Tony only had to – lightly, mind you – threaten him once after the boy’s punishment.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he had said, voice even, gaze locked on Peter’s worried frown. “Don’t keep Daddy waiting. Don’t you want to see your alpha tonight? Daddy would hate to have to arrange another playdate like the one you had last time.”

That was all it took to make Peter scurry forward on his knees, crawling into Tony’s lap with a level of terrified desperation that made the man smile. Since then, Peter hasn’t needed any reminders – all Tony has to do is pat his thighs, and the boy obediently crawls forward, making himself at home in his Daddy’s lap right where he belongs.

Tony cuddles him long and lovingly after each meal. He’ll trail soft, tender hands over the boy’s thighs, his hips, his sides, his shoulders, arms, neck, hair. He’ll place gentle kisses everywhere his lips can reach, smiling when Peter shivers and shifts in his lap. He wonders what he smells like to a mated omega like Peter. As a beta, does he even have any scent at all? Is it threatening the way another alpha’s would be, or repulsive due to their biological incompatibility? Does Peter have to sit there and endure the scent of someone who isn’t his mate touching him, or does the lack of any scent at all remind him that Tony is not a threat to his bond, but his loving owner who gave it to him in the first place?

He doesn’t know which he prefers.

After a full week of Peter being the most gentle, the most sweet, the most perfectly obedient little pet Tony could ask for, he decides a special treat is due. Peter still needs time to realize that Tony is a loving, generous owner when his pets have pleased him, and oh, Peter has pleased him very much over the last seven days.

After the boy’s lunch, Tony sits on Peter’s princess bed, smiling as the boy straddles his lap without being asked first. Greedy little thing, plopping into Tony’s lap like he belongs there. Tony grins and gives the boy a tender kiss on his forehead, his hands brushing over Peter’s sleek metal collar, feeling that lithe body tense and quiver beneath his fingertips.

“Easy, my love,” he soothes. His thumb brushes over the fingerprint scanner – not the shock-inducer on the right, the other one, on the left – and Peter’s chain pops free from the ring at the back of his collar with a gentle click. “Daddy has a surprise for you.”

Peter eyes him warily. The only place he’s been brought so far outside of his kennel has been Bucky’s cell, and each time, the chain stayed firmly attached. Tony hasn’t removed it once since he first brought Peter home. He can tell the unfamiliarity makes apprehensive anxiety storm inside of his princess’s tiny body, and the thought of that makes his heart clench, makes him lean forward and pepper Peter’s soft eyelids with gentle kisses.

“Don’t be frightened, my sweet, beautiful boy,” he says. “This is a reward for being such a good boy for your Daddy all week. Come along.” He hoists Peter into his arms, bridal style, carrying him through the door JARVIS so graciously opens.

He’s wanted to lounge with Peter in his lavish living room for weeks, now, and the ability to finally do so makes him giddy. He smiles at how Peter’s wide-eyed gaze instantly fixates on the glass wall, peering into his own cell from the other side for the very first time. He takes in every detail, every personalized touch, not bothering to spare the rest of the room around them so much as a glance as Tony settles in on his favorite armchair, Peter nestled firmly in his lap.

Peter gives him a sweet, uncertain glance when Tony pets the boy’s naked flank.

“Do you like it?” he asks softly. His other hand comes up and plays with the bow and bell decorating the front of Peter’s slim collar. “Daddy made it just for you, princess.”

Peter glances at his cell again. Tony can tell something about his choice in décor offends him – most likely the pastel pinks and whites, the princess theme, the overly-feminine style. He suspects Peter’s been talked down to and feminized his entire life for being unlucky enough to be born such a rare, endangered gender. He wonders if anyone has ever celebrated his masculinity in a positive, nonsexual way in the boy’s entire, very short life. He doubts it.

But Peter is his good, wonderful, perfectly obedient boy, so he nods his pretty little head and softly says, “Yes Daddy, thank you,” in a tone sweet enough for Tony to overlook the obvious lie.

“I’m glad,” he says, smiling and pecking Peter on the cheek. “Get comfy, baby, you’re going to help Daddy do some shopping today.”

Peter gives him a confused look as he’s turned, sitting with his back to Tony’s chest, relaxing as best he can in the bigger man’s lap. Tony settles in against the back of his chair and parts Peter’s legs over his thighs, loving how they’re so short, Peter’s feet don’t have a hope in hell of touching the floor. He kisses the crown of Peter’s head and picks up his tablet, holding it in front of both of them so Peter can see it as he turns on the screen.

It opens to the page Tony saved earlier; a catalogue of custom alpha cock covers. Peter sucks in a shocked breath and wiggles, excited or uncomfortable, it’s too hard to tell without seeing the boy’s face. Tony hugs him a little tighter and starts scrolling through the wide selection of items on offer as he explains, “This is your surprise, baby. For being such a good boy for me, Daddy’s going to buy you and Bucky a fun toy to play with. I know sometimes you want to be knotted without making such a mess, and that’s where these come in handy.”

He can practically feel Peter’s temperature spiking a hundred degrees as he taps on one of the covers, opening a new page that displays the item up-close, along with all its details and features.

“These are custom-made covers that some bonded pairs use to prevent pregnancy. They slip right over the head – see? Some go all the way down, some are made tight enough to keep an alpha from knotting. These ones stretch at the bottom, see that? They go right over the alpha’s knot so he can still fit it inside. Some even have a strap that goes behind the balls, but, well. Poor Bucky’s balls are just too big to fit something like that, I’m afraid.” He kisses Peter’s head again, swiping left to return to the catalogue. “You’re going to pick whichever one you want.”

Peter squirms in his lap. He doesn’t take or touch the pad, seemingly frozen. “They…” he says at last, timid, frightened. “They all…um. They all look too small, Daddy. I don’t want…if it’ll hurt Bucky, I…I don’t…”

The poor thing is scared senseless. Tony chuckles softly and hugs him, cooing instantly. “Oh, baby, my darling boy, no, you needn’t worry about that. They make each one custom based on the alpha’s size. When we order one, Daddy will send in Bucky’s exact measurements to make sure they make it comfortable and pain-free. This is a reward, okay? For being so good for me. It’s not going to hurt either of you.”

His heart melts when Peter sags with relief, perhaps the most relaxed he’s ever been in Tony’s arms. “Thank you, Daddy,” he says, genuinely grateful. “I, um. I get to pick?”

Tony grins and nuzzles the back of his princess’s neck. God, he loves him. He loves him so much. “You get to pick, sweetheart.” He hands the boy the tablet, using his now-free hands to hug and hold him tight. “Whichever one you want. Go on.”

Peter mumbles another quiet thank you as he scrolls through the selection. The tips of his ears are red where they stick through his dark, chocolatey curls. Tony shamelessly buries his face in his hair and scents those soft, bouncy curls, loving the flowery scent of Peter’s specialized shampoo. He’s glad that Peter doesn’t seem to be trying to figure out how to minimize the shopping catalogue so he can make a call or send a message – not that Tony left those features enabled, mind you. Peter has no chance of asking anyone for help, but he’s proud the boy doesn’t even think to try.

They sit together for the better part of an hour while Peter browses through the different covers on offer. He seems to take his job very seriously. Tony loves that he seems to deliberate only on covers that have dual-pleasure-enhancing features; covers with ridges both inside and out, covers that vibrate, that have increased suction for the alpha’s pleasure and increased size, length and girth for the omega’s. Peter instantly dismisses every cover that is designed to only pleasure the omega partner, and the sweetness of that absolutely warms Tony’s heart.

In the end, Peter chooses a modest but very well-designed cover with all the bells and whistles. It’s a shorter model, only 14” compared to the standard 16”, with a stretch base designed to comfortably squeeze the alpha’s knot, bumps on the outside to increase the omega’s pleasure, suction inside to increase the alpha’s, and an extra inch of girth to ensure maximum fulfillment. Peter blushes as he adds the item to their cart, selecting the desired cover in a pale blue shade that Tony notices matches Bucky’s eyes.

God, his pets are so painfully cute.

“Got the one you wanted, baby?” he asks gently. Peter nods and hands the tablet back, so that Tony can enter Bucky’s exact measurements – memorized long ago, thank you very much – and finalize the order. He makes sure to pay for same-day shipping, grinning at the thought of the look on Bucky’s face when Peter shyly hands it to him that night.

“Good job, little one, you picked a very nice cover for your alpha,” he praises, smiling as Peter blushes adorably. “I’m sure Bucky will absolutely love it.”

Peter squirms, embarrassed. “I hope so…”

“I know he will.” Tony gently turns the boy in his lap, encouraging Peter to face him, loving the sight of that red, humiliated face. “Now. What do you say to Daddy for buying you such a nice gift, princess?”

Peter shyly glances up at him, but doesn’t hesitate. He places both hands on his shoulders, whispers, “Thank you for my nice gift, Daddy,” and leans up to kiss him gently on the cheek.

Tony smiles, cups the back of the boy’s head and pulls him in close. “Anything for you, kitten,” he says, holding Peter’s head absolutely still as he presses their lips together, swallowing the surprised whimper Peter makes, drinking the sound down greedily as Peter lets him cross whatever line his Daddy wants.

A very good boy, indeed.

—

The way Peter moves is nothing short of artful. Even with the shy, unsure way he takes his steps, the look of wariness in his eyes, he always moves like every motion is a piece of a greater work. As though everything good and humble and kind is contained within his body and needs to be released into the air for the rest of the world to be a part of.

When Tony hands the boy the cock cover to give to his alpha, he wasn’t expecting to be so captivated by mere movement. His baby holds it carefully, like it’s fragile, and not a piece of platinum silicone meant to withstand a knot twice Bucky’s size comfortably. Tracing every ridge like he’ll need to remember it later, Peter is fixated on the toy. It’s the only object he’s ever seen the omega react to like this, like he doesn’t believe it’s real.

He takes Peter down to the basement, carrying his princess like the precious cargo he is, nose turned into those soft, perky curls as he takes them to Peter’s mate for their reward. His darling boy was an absolute sweetheart today. Letting Tony kiss him and pet his skin, especially over his plump little cheeks. He didn’t slip Peter any tongue, or fuck his fingers into Peter. Though… the thought does occur to him that, after this mammoth of a cock cover slips into Peter, there may be room enough for a fist inside that sweet pussy of his.

Peter’s hand is small enough that his tiny fist can wear the piece as a glove, it is utterly massive for such a small thing. It has to be rigid in order for the nubs to work as intended, but Peter keeps pushing along the center of the hollowed out toy to test its give. It folds with some resistance, but not a terrible amount, just enough so as not to collapse in on itself. It pops right back into shape when Peter releases his thumbs. The omega blushes when he realizes Daddy is watching, ceasing to toy with the sleeve in his lap.

Laid next to Peter’s cock, it really is a sight. Even hard, the sleeve wouldn’t even be able to balance on his baby cock. It’s the utter opposite and reminds him just how thoroughly his baby is about to be torn open by the girth of this thing.

Down in the basement, Bucky is already waiting for them, likely smelling Peter, if not Tony as well. The alpha is prowling along the glass, keeping in pace with them, his eyes on Peter. The beta can’t help but stop, kneeling down just enough for the pair to press against the glass.

Peter makes a noise that can only be described as pure joy, it sounds like a purr mixed with that same chirping sound from their first morning together. The omega’s hands are pressed to the glass, cheek joining in as if trying to rub against Bucky through the clear pane. Bucky does something similar with his jaw pressed to the same spot as his whole body joins in, hundreds of pounds of muscle leaning on the glass.

It is darling, absolutely adorable, but nothing prepares Tony for the near heart-exploding scene that comes next. Peter, his sweet, beautiful boy, his princess, looks up at him with those large honey irises and chirps. Not quite like a bird, but similar to a cat who’s been watching birds for too long.

His heart turns to mush and, shifting Peter from bridal style to holding him under his armpits (Peter thankfully grabbing for the sleeve before it hits the ground), Tony peppers that sweet face in kisses. Such a good boy he is, asking Daddy for what he wants without even using words, looking to Daddy to fulfil his needs. It’s progress he never thought they’d reach this soon. He knows better than to assume it’ll be permanent at this stage, but it’s a win in every possible way.

Peter is sweet enough to blush, turning his eyes away as Tony coos over him, utterly smitten.

“Such a darling boy, so sweet for Daddy. Are you ready, baby? Want Daddy to have you stuffed with your mate’s delectable cock?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Even now, so shy as to speak softly. So close to having outright begged to be with Bucky, yet he stays quiet and gentle with his voice, like Daddy has asked something of him that he doesn’t quite know how to do.

Wasting no more time, he quickly enters the room. Not wanting to interfere more than necessary, he sets Peter gently on his hands and knees. Peter, unsure where to put the sleeve, tucks it under his chin as he toddles over to his alpha. Chainless, Peter is free to move around in a way Bucky can’t. They won’t be left alone unless Peter gets hooked to the wall as well, but with his watchful eyes he assumes it’ll be fine. He is desperately curious to see what Bucky will do without the limitations of the heavy iron ropes which often kept the two tethered in an unnatural way.

Bucky strides forward, meeting him halfway. His beautiful, charming beast of an alpha tucks that little nugget under him, a massive hand reaching to corral his mate under him, in no mind to worry about the foreign object Peter has brought with him. His Bucky, always so concerned with Peter these days, wanting his mate hidden beneath his torso even as they stand. Peter rotates enough to face forward, getting comfortable under the roof his mate has so graciously provided for his comfort.

Tony is disappointed when Peter doesn’t present his gift right away. Instead he beams as a large, soft tongue runs through his curls. Still, Tony can’t stay disappointed for long. He wanted a mated pair and he got possibly the most attached set of pets he could have asked for. It really can’t just be hormones at this point. Otherwise, Bucky would already be so deep inside his omega his balls would be inching their way in.

The affection is endearing, a sign that they’ll last and fuel his enjoyment for years to come. Bucky’s obsessive grooming screams “provider,” clearly someone determined to build a relationship before sex. He can’t blame his pets, not after seeing how badly his supposed brute just needed a mate to let his guard down with, and how his princess craves the safety and emotional bonding.

After a few minutes of grooming and loving touches, Peter finally presents his gift, holding it out like an offering in his small nervous fingers. Bucky stops in his tracks.

“This for me, sweetheart?”

“U-us. Daddy let me pick it. I wanted something that would make us both feel good.”

Bucky immediately descends on his baby’s neck. Nibbling and biting as a husky, “thank you, sugar,” slips into the air. Peter is squealing and giggling, clutching the cover tightly as his shoulders and throat are lovingly assaulted.

“Can I put it on you?” Peter bats his eyelashes, clearly without thought. Those doe eyes asking so politely to let him mount his new gift on that delicious cock before riding Bucky into the sunset.

“Of course, anything you want, Peter.” It’s said with so much conviction, Tony suspects that Peter could have asked to rip Bucky’s cock clean off and the alpha would have let him. Though of course, Tony would put that to a stop immediately. Maiming is a sure-fire way to get the pair separated indefinitely.

Peter shifts to face Bucky’s groin, his little rear sticking out for Tony to see in spite of the hidden installment of the cover. He’s about to get on the speaker to tell them to adjust so Daddy can see when Bucky leans down, lapping at the omega’s hole.

It’s messy, the angle more of a swiping across than over, but the alpha has one of those ripe cheeks in his hand, pulling it aside for better access and giving Daddy a perfect view of the show. It slows Peter down, the boy clearly trying to press back against the sensation as he works, torn between the attention and his own duty.

Eventually, he manages. Bucky growls and gently nips the skin near the boy’s rim. A squeak sounds from between the man’s legs and Peter scrambles backwards, tongue sticking out in a playful way at Bucky’s crass gesture. The cock cover is perfectly visible now. The prettiest of blues and, despite the massive size, still somehow looking proportional even if a bit on the heavier side. His balls finally look nearly normal when put up against that extra four inches in length and meaty inch of additional girth. The ridges on the sleeve stand out proudly, looking delectable, and leaves Tony knowing that Peter is going to be utterly and completely wrecked to near pieces after this monster ends up inside him.

Bucky, seemingly now ready to get on with the show, stalks over to Peter. The omega knows the drill, it’s already been a week of them fucking like rabbits, as Bucky has apparently been attempting to pup his pussy for the better part of it. Peter scrambles for the bed, not wanting to be fucked into the floor today (and Tony can’t blame his princess for that). Bucky is not far behind, keeping his drawn, predator pace as the cock cover forces his shaft to point downward from the weight.

With the little time he has, Peter makes himself pretty for his mate. He pushes the blankets around to give a bit more of a nest structure before laying his lithe body out on the bed. He faces Bucky, propped up on his elbows and making enticing noises trying to draw Bucky in, like the alpha isn’t clearly thinking of every way to take Peter apart already.

The second Bucky is on the bed, everything turns downright feral.

Bucky is immediately on top of Peter, humping the boy with desperate thrusts, trying to find entrance. Little moans escape as Peter hides his face in his hands, a slight tremble running through him as the alpha tries to gain entrance. Slick had started to pool after Bucky’s lapping, but even Tony doubts it will be enough out of heat. Still, his baby doesn’t complain, laying there and ready to take it like a champ.

When Bucky finds his mark, it’s all over. Peter screams. It has Tony up and out of his chair, worried his sweet, tiny, breakable Peter has just been torn up by too much too fast. He’s moving towards the door before he hears what Peter is crying out.

“Oh, Bucky, Bucky! M’ so full – Yes, yesyesyes!” His hips shake as Peter is pounded. He shouts and cries like he is being murdered, but the pleasure is so clearly written on his face Tony forces his ass back into his seat. The pair is facing him, so he can’t see the true action, but that’s what cameras are for. He pulls up a rear angle on his tablet, setting it off to the side for when he wants to see that delicate pussy stretched out so tight his rim is nearly glued to the silicone. Admittedly, watching each ridge and bump pull and push his princess’ hole to its limit is a sight, one he’ll be jacking off to for weeks to come. But really, Peter makes facial expressions that can’t be rivaled.

Under Bucky, Peter looks like a dwarf, his frame consumed by the alpha’s to a point that he looks like he would simply be too small to exist. That acting as a backdrop for the blissed out, moaning face makes the experience orgasm-worthy all on its own. Drool rolls down from the corner of his mouth as Bucky’s hips slam inside him with enough force to bruise. Just a little hazy and cross-eyed, as if he’s so drunk on cock he’s not quite there, face flushed the most delicate dusty rose color. It’s perfect. Utterly blissed out and enjoying what his body was made for, milking a cock big enough to kill him.

Tony is so laser-focused on Peter he almost doesn’t notice what Bucky is doing. The alpha is clearly close, the stretchy cover that rests over the base of his cock already filling out with the beginnings of a knot. He seems lost in what he’s doing, ravaging Peter like he owns him and Peter can take whatever he’s given, so long as it’s Bucky handing it out. When the alpha reaches down to squeeze at his knot, Tony assumes it’s an attempt to increase the pressure and moves his gaze back to Peter’s face. Which is why he knows the exact moment Bucky rips the cover off.

Peter makes a completely different sound. This one gutted and primal, the sound of someone who is receiving bare, unadulterated cock. The cover is tossed on the bed as Bucky slams into Peter so hard, his nearly-full knot pops in with one go.

The omega shouts Bucky’s name, repeating it like a prayer as his pussy is creamed and fed. Bucky still taps his hips forward as their on-looker sits in shock.

He knows Bucky is an animal, but that…was truly something else.

[handonshipper]

If I Knew Then What I Know Now: Chapter One

Time. What was time? Was it a straight line that followed cause and effect perfectly? Was it a serpent that slid around in a circle, over and over again, repeating the same events with no chance of an ending? Or was it simply an abstract concept humans invented because of their never-ending need to control everything around them?

Landon Kirby didn't know. Time had escaped him. As he walked around the city he was currently in, he wasn't entirely sure how long he had been in the prison world. He wasn't sure how long he had been away from the girl he loved with all his heart. And the reality was, he wasn't sure it mattered. Whether it was weeks, months, or years, he would love her and he knew she would love him.

Landon took a step inside a warehouse and looked around cautiously. Several of the monsters were still in Mystic Falls, but he knew some had left. Landon was not going to stop being careful. He looked around the warehouse that looked similar yet different to how it had been a year previously, when Clarke had brought him here to find the third artifact. It seemed like a lifetime ago after everything that has happened since.

"Why do you still need me?" Landon had asked, confused as to why they were still there. Why he couldn't just leave.

"I don't need you. Daddy does." Clarke had replied, siting in a chair. "You're the golden child. The one he was trying to create, remember? The perfect son. The one who could create the new bloodline. Because of you, he'll be able to launch the species."

" I'm . I'm not interested in, like, procreating or whatever, okay? Especially if it means I'm spawning an army of evil minions."

"Oh, didn't I mention? You're just the host."

"The what? "

"The host. Biologically speaking, - you're the living organism... - "

"I know what a host is! I've seen Invasion of the Body Snatchers. Are you kidding me? Tell me you're pulling some kind of lame brotherly prank right now."

"You wanted to be special, right? The foster kid looking for a family, believing that you had a purpose if only you could find it. Turns out your purpose is to be a meat suit for the most powerful monster ever to walk the earth."

And Landon had. For a short time anyway before he died in this very prison world and came back to life.

His hand lowered down a bit to the bone whip hanging down beside his leg. He remembered the first time he had seen the headless horseman. How he had let it sweep him up and carry him out there towards Malivore. He was much less equipped to fight at that time. Now, however, he knew how to fight to survive. And he had been doing it nonstop since he arrived in the prison world after escaping Malivore.

Without making a sound, Landon walked over to the shelves. It was more empty than it had been before. Some people from Triad probably had cleared it out a bit after their attack on the Salvatore School. The organization was no longer active as far as Landon knew. He picked up one of the artifacts and looked down, examining it before setting it down. His mind was turning in thought as he looked at everything that remained on the shelves, and he started walking down the aisles, trying to see if there was possibly anything he could use to get him home. He had read some books while hiding out in places, trying to find a way out. He read about a few artifacts and decided to come see this warehouse.

If there was any chance at all that there was a way out here, he had to try. Even if he had no idea if they were here or even if they would actually help him achieve his goal. But he wasn't going to sit around and wait for someone else to find him. He was going to get himself home. No matter what it took.

Suddenly, Landon felt himself still as he heard the slightest noise. He turned his head and pulled out his machete with small stains of blood on it, ready to fight. He moved silently further away from where he heard the sound, careful not to bump any of the shelves as he prepared himself to fight.

Though once he caught sight of the creature, he felt fear course through him. He recognized it. It was the same creature that had made him hallucinate getting rescued over and over again. It was the same creature that ensured he couldn't trust anything he saw. And that terrified him. Stealthily, Landon moved around as the creature got further inside. Landon gripped the blade in his hand and got behind the creature for an upper hand. He moved to strike at it but got thrown back into one of the shelves, causing artifacts to clutter to the floor.

Landon winced slightly as he felt the cut on his arm but ignored it and quickly got up before going to fight the creature. After a bit of a struggle, he cut off its head. He started counting in his head, familiar with how long it took them to resurrect, and he picked up some artifacts off of the floor. He touched one and suddenly, the room was full of a white light that sucked him in.

After blinking a little, he began to process where he was. In front of him was the familiar Mystic Grill sign on the window of the bar and grill. He stilled in confusion, wondering how he had gotten there. In his lightly visible reflection on the window, Landon noticed the bright blue coloring of the Mystic Grill uniform on his body.

"Hello?" One of the teenagers from Mystic Falls High questioned, somewhat snapping him out of his thoughts.

In front of him were two teenagers, a blonde and a brunette, both about 16. The brunette who had spoken to him looked at him with a mix of confusion, annoyance, and expectancy. It was only then that he realized he was holding a tray with two drinks. She was a customer. His customer.

This couldn't be real. It had to have been that creature messing with his mind. It didn't make sense. There was no way he could have gotten out like that. And even if he did, he was missing his outfit and his weapons, which made him feel very vulnerable. He breathed out a little and gave them their drinks before leaving without a word.

His heart was racing a little as he looked around. There were people. All sorts of people. But it wasn't the first time he had hallucinate being rescued and getting out. Though usually Hope was right there with him. He wasnt sure what was going on. But a hallucination was the only thing that made sense. He found himself a few knives, a lighter, and a change of clothes and then went towards the Salvatore School, wanting to see Hope if by some miracle it wasnt a hallucination.

Once he arrived, he froze a bit, thinking. He had to make sure nothing came with him. He would stay in the woods for now just to make sure and then he would go in once he knew it was safe. Though he would feel a lot better with his weapons and mask. Landon was still expecting himself to suddenly be pulled out of this.

Landon got passed the gate and looked around a little. He distanced himself from the school but was close enough at the moment that he could see the people walking about as he hid. He couldn't see Hope from where he was yet so he retreated further into the woods, planning to find her again soon. Make sure she was alright.

By the end of the day, he still couldn't see Hope anywhere. He hesitated before sneaking inside the school at night. He needed to make sure she was alright. Then he'd leave to finish making sure nothing had followed him. Then he'd reunite with her.

Landon moved quietly up to her room, swiftly hiding once someone was about to pass, and he finally reached her room. He quietly opened the door, knowing if she saw him that the reunion would happen sooner than he planned. But if it did, he'd just make sure to keep an eye around everything else. Though Landon still wasn't sure this was real. He kept expecting himself to snap out of the hallucination.

He creeped open the door to her bedroom and stepped inside. There was only one bed, and she was not in it. He frowned a little and gracefully moved to her desk. Her room looked quite different. Full of things he had not expected to see. He looked down at things that were on her desk, wanting to get an idea of how long he had been gone. Though that still wouldn't answer the question of why he was suddenly at Mystic Grill in his old uniform. He looked at a photo of her family and kept his gaze on it for a moment before continuing to look. He saw notes for school. Labeled with a date from three years before Landon went into Malivore. This didn't make sense. And where was Hope?

He looked around and stilled as he caught sight of himself in the mirror. He looked younger. His hairstyle, his face's shape... it was all younger. He pulled up the sleeve of his arm and noticed the lack of scars. His recent wound was no longer there. What was there was a recent cigarette burn. He ran his thumb over it gently, barely noticing the pain. Was it possible to be in the past? Was this part of a hallucination or did he somehow escape and travel back in time? It didn't make sense, but he supposed anything was possible at this point.

Landon looked around and climbed out of the window before landing down at the ground before sneaking into the office once he saw it was empty. He assumed they must be in bed, though like always, he kept his hearing alert. Trusted his instincts. He went over to the secret small room and pulled out a couple of the weapons, shoving it into a bag he had found. He closed the secret door carefully, making sure to be quiet. Looking at the desk, he found confirmation that it definitely seemed like the time when he was 15. With this in mind, he slipped out of the office and left the school. He got himself a bus ticket to New Orleans and took a seat at the bus stop. His mind brought him back to the last time he was journeying to New Orleans.

"What is this?" Landon had asked as Hope put a magical bracelet around his wrist

"Think of it like a... 'click your heels together three times' kind of thing. If you ever need me, just press it, and my bracelet will lead me to you." she had told him, looking back up at him.

She had started to leave, and he pressed the button on his bracelet. She turned to look at him.

"I wanted to see if it worked." He had explained to her, and they had rushed to each other before kissing in front of the bus that had been approaching.

He looked away and stood up as a bus arrived before getting on, ready to find Hope. He was tense and relieved that not many people were on the bus. He knew it was going to take time for him to get used to being around anyone. But right now, what mattered more than his lack of social skills and the fact this could all be fake or the possibility of being ambushed was finding Hope. Though his body didn't ease up the whole ride to New Orleans, and he kept expecting to suddenly be back at the prison world with the monster.

[another-snape-story]

Start of Term Banquet

Chapter IX

The day when school was to open its gates for the students has come, and with it came a strange uneasy feeling, which made you doubt whether you should ever sign up for this.

Wrapped in a blanket, you shielded yourself from the sunlight, which started seeping through a narrow slit between fringed heavy curtains, wishing you could stay in bed till next week – or better till next year – and skip this whole procedure of meeting children and – what seemed even more frightening – running your first class. You grabbed a pillow and pulled it over your face, letting out a loud groan of displeasure. A moment later the pillow landed back on a mattress with a hard flop and rolled across the bed, in your opinion – prohibitively wide for one person. After a split second of balancing on its edge, it fell on the floor. You didn’t care. Staring at the ceiling, you regretted staying at Snape’s for too long last night, but once this thought crossed your mind, your lips stretched in a contented smile. No, this was definitely not something you should ever regret.

One of your feet touched the rug, and soon the other one joined it, when you finally found strength to sit upright. Getting out of bed has never been an easy task for you, especially on days like this. The only thing that made you up was a chance to meet your fellow Professor, who could probably give you a piece of advice on how to survive your first day of teaching. You didn’t feel like acting all thorny and standoffish around him; you already trusted him enough to share some of your insecurities. It just happens sometimes: you meet a person, and on a level deeper than human perception allows, you somehow realize you fit together, even though you might know not much about each other or even nothing at all.

“He’s certainly not there,” you told yourself, turning the handle on the staff room door, but still hoping he was. The more space of the room the opening door revealed, the less of a hope there left within your heart, which was replaced with bitter disappointment, once you stepped inside and didn’t find him. Regrettably, there was a short stature of Professor Flitwick instead. Not that you didn’t like him – otherwise, he managed to combine intelligence with sense of humor in such a pleasingly ingenious and simple manner, you couldn’t resist his captivating charm – but at the moment you just didn’t feel enthusiastic about any abstract conversation.

“A little nervous, ain’t you?” he smiled from above the armrest of a couch.

“I am…” taken aback, you admitted hesitantly. “How did you…?”

“I always feel nervous on the first day of the term, even after all these years,” he replied in a squeaky voice.

Later you thought it was even good you met no other than this tiny man. He definitely was a better person to discuss the issue which bothered the both of you, him – clearly – to a much lesser extent. He persuaded you that there was nothing to worry about and, considering indifference the worst of vices, expressed his approval of taking things close to one’s heart.

As much as Professor Flitwick helped you overcome excitement, there still remained something that gave you no peace. It was getting dark; the students were about to arrive. Busy with start of term banquet preparations, seemingly each of your colleagues scurried through the castle making sure everything was ready; even school ghosts gathered in the Entrance Hall to greet newcomers, but Snape never showed up. Neither actually did Dumbledore, yet his absence didn’t upset you in a slightest. Hoping to chase annoying thought away, you roamed the Great Hall, admiring the view of the floating candles under the ceiling enchanted to look like the sky above. 

“Enjoying yourself?” a voice you had no trouble recognizing asked from behind your back.

“Just loitering around,” you turned to face the man wearing his regular black suit and impassive expression. No matter how hard you tried not to smile, the corners of your lips raised up slightly, and so – unable to resist – did his.

“Take your place, the students are already here.”

“Are they?” This news surprised you, since nothing betrayed someone’s presence.

“Come on,” Professor Snape hurried you, heading for the High Table. “You don’t want the crowd to trample you down,” his hand leisurely reached for your waist and froze mere inches to the small of your back, never venturing to come in contact with your body.

As the last word was spoken, children broke through huge oak doors floating the Hall and filling the air with cheerful buzz of excited voices. Amazed, you watched their chaotic maneuvers between benches in attempt to get a better place at the table, realizing how close you were to being engulfed in this swirling mass.

“I swear, Professor, if you appeared a minute later…”

“Save your gratitude for occasion more suitable in the circumstances,” he interrupted you in his typical monotonous manner, scanning the crowd with the look of anthracite eyes, which now seemed even darker than usual.

Attention switched from the man’s face, you noticed your other colleagues joining in. Headmaster was smiling broader than ever. Professor Quirrell caught his foot on the ends of his robe and almost ran into Professor Hooch, who was forced to grab him – overbearing enough – to jolt him back to balance. Aurora Sinistra, Astronomy Professor you got along quite well, happened to find her place on the other side of the table, so you had no choice but to stay where you stood, moreover, you had no reason for complaining – the company this evening prepared for you was more than acceptable.

“I can’t spot Professor McGonagall,” you whispered, leaning closer to Snape’s ear, as if it was a confidential matter.

“Of course, you can’t, because she’s not here,” was his plain answer.

Before you could open your mouth to ask for more details, the oak doors swung open again, and a line of paired up first-years entered the Hall, escorted by the one you were just talking about. Professor McGonagall led them up the teacher’s table, where the Sorting Hat was already awaiting to put children in their Houses.

“L-look at t-that young m-man in round g-glasses,” Quirinus perked up. “This is Harry P-P-Potter! I m-met him in the L-leaky C-C-Cauldron on the 31st of July! H-he was…”

“What were you doing in the Leaky Cauldron, Quirrell? You said you had some business in the Ministry,” Snape cut him short, focused on identifying the legend among other children. It wasn’t hard – he was the only one wearing round glasses. This very moment, rubbing his forehead, the boy looked in your direction. He seemed lost and confused, just like his peers waiting for their turn to be sorted.

“I d-did,” he confirmed, “it was earlier t-that d-day.”

“Don’t mind a glass of sherry before meeting authorities? You never stop surprising me,” Snape snapped disapprovingly.

“N-no, I just…”

“Harry Potter!” McGonagall called the boy’s name, and all the people – students and teachers – stared at him in at once settled silence. While the Hat took its time to decide in which House Harry belonged, Quirinus stuttered something under his breath, probably, trying to find an excuse, but no one was interested.

“Shut up, Quirrell!” you heard Snape’s annoyed hissing, and he stopped half-word, his face – paler than before – contrasting with purple of his huge turban.

“Not Slytherin, eh?” asked the Sorting Hat from the boy’s head, which almost disappeared in its shabby depth, and the man beside you grunted contemptuously, drawing your attention. But once Harry Potter was announced to be a Gryffindor, unimpressed, he pursed his lips, while the rest loudly cheered the little wizard, who walked toward his table looking like fainting from excitement.

“Wanted to have him in Slytherin?” you teased your gloomy colleague.

“Why would I even care?” Professor’s face twisted in disgust, and you giggled.

“So, you said, 31st of July. Wasn’t it that very day when Gringotts break-in took place?” you addressed Quirrell, when the last student was sorted and the feast began.

Snape, who was sitting between the two of you, frowned. “Indeed,” he confirmed.

“Did you see something strange?” your bent over the table trying to get a better view of the man’s face from behind tall black figure.

“S-strange?” he muttered, avoiding your curious glance. “I d-don’t think s-s-so. It was j-just as us-sual.”

“Just – as – usual,” Snape recited thoughtfully. “And how often do you drop in there, Quirrell… to judge about commonness of that place?”

“W-well I’ve b-been there a c-couple of t-times when I needed to f-find another b-book for my w-w-werewolves’ r-research and…”

“I thought you were studying vampires?” Snape clarified in a bored tone.

“I always t-try to l-learn something n-new, to k-keep abreast, you know…” Quirrell returned to his meal.

“So you must’ve heard they procreated a new dragon as a result of crossbreeding!” you exclaimed delightedly.

Snape’s brow arched in astonishment, as he slowly turned his head with ‘oh really?’ expression on his face to check if you’ve suddenly gone insane, or he just overheard something. Leaning on the carved backrest of your chair, you gave him a sign not to dispute, so that Quirrell couldn’t see it.

“Romanian Longhorn and Swedish Short-Snout,” curious what you were up to, Snape played along, naming first two species that came to his mind.

“Exactly! They called it Snout-Horn, but still can’t come to an agreement about its belonging to one of the countries. The argument maxed out recently! Taking into account that the dragon hatched in Slovakia, it’s quite a hot topic!”

“N-no m-matter, h-how they c-call it – it’s a b-b-breakthrough anyway!” Quirrell acknowledged, without showing much interest.

“Its horn grew way too long – and therefore too heavy – so the creature barely holds its head,” you continued vigorously. “Can you imagine!”

A master of self-control, Snape couldn’t help letting out a short snort, not believing he participated in this nonsense.

“What for was all that dragon thing?” he asked you after the feast, on the way back to your chambers.

“He never gives comprehensive answers,” you shared your assumption. “Just wanted to find out, whether he’s a fool or just pretends.”

Snape walked silently beside you.

“I got the same apprehension,” he admitted finally.

“You think he knows the one who did it? I mean… Gringotts break-in?”

“Too fast with conclusions, ain’t we?” a ghost of smile crossed the man’s face and vanished as fast as it appeared.

He was pretending too. You knew this question bothered him even more than yourself, but he wasn’t going to discuss it with you. Why? Didn’t he trust you? Did he consider it not your business? You felt hurt. You really cared about the Stone and the safety of the whole school, but no one seemed to appreciate it.

“Perhaps… Good night, Professor,” disappointed, you gave him a harsh nod.

Snape realized he’s just pushed you away – which was the last thing he wanted – but being not ready for such outcome, he couldn’t find words to fix this stupid situation.

“Good night, Professor,” he answered stiffly, surpassing your formality, and headed down the corridor to his private rooms, scolding himself for being too wary; and you remained standing where he left you – upset, frustrated.

Before offence could squeeze your heart and poison your soul with sadness and misery, Snape stopped in his tracks.  

“Don’t let him become aware of your suspicions,” he said quietly, his head just half a turn in your direction.

“Professor?” you called him softly. Desperate notes in your tone prompted him raise his glance on you, and what he saw made him feel relieved at once. You were smiling.

“Rest,” he smiled back. “Your next day’s going to be full of impressions.”

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Have you seen HARRY VANDENBERG? This THIRTY-SEVEN year old is a TROPHY HUSBAND who resides in MANHATTAN. HE has been living in NYC for TWO YEARS, and is known to be EMPATHETIC and PROTECTIVE but can also be RECKLESS and VOLATILE, if you cross them.  People tend to associate them with EXTREME SPORTS and GREEN SMOOTHIES.

I’M BACK BABEYYYY. i bet y’all thought you’d seen the last of me!! but... here i am! harry’s bio has changed a little bit so feel free to check it out if you want! other than that i am excited to be back and happy to be able to write with you all again! 

thank you so much for all the support and the patience you’ve given me these past few months. y’all are the best, and i love you with all my heart. 

about —

full name: harry bram vandenberg age: 37 birthday: august 9, 1983 (leo) sexual orientation: heterosexual gender: cis male pronouns: he/his

bio — tw: injury, infertility, cheating, pregnancy

harry has a younger brother and a half sister. his parents divorced when he was young, his father re-married and had one more kid, a girl. there was no drama between his parents, though… at least as far as the children could tell. they were civil in front of them, which is what mattered. harry and his siblings have always been friendly, even if the youngest wasn’t around as often — mostly because his mother didn’t want her around the house much. understandable, yes, but harry and his brother still managed to spend an ungodly amount of time with her growing up.

he was born in brighton, england (his parents were on a ‘last vacation before the baby comes’, and he just happened to be born during said vacation) but was raised in london. besides the abnormal family dynamic, harry had a decent experience growing up. decent in the sense that he often got himself in trouble for staying out too late, getting into fights — because he liked it. not that he was a bad kid, but he had an issue with constant boredom, which he learned to let out in strange ways such as those. in his teens, he decided to skip sixth form and join the british army as an infantry soldier.

still young and lacking tons of experience with real life, harry started a relationship with his neighbor — the girl who’d been his best friend ever since she’d moved next door. truthfully, as his mother had once said, it was only a matter of time until they started a relationship. and harry’s embarrassed protests eventually led to their marriage a year later.

it was a good marriage. they got along pretty well and loved each other pretty much. they had a flat in london where they lived. however, things began to get complicated when harry was deployed to afghanistan for a year, and after a lot of rigorous training, he got selected to join the special reconnaissance regiment — a promotion that posed a legitimate threat on his life. and this, in turn, gave harry the excitement and glee of a child with a new puppy. his wife, however, did not like this at all, and understandably so. his oncoming deployments back to afghanistan and siria really put a strain in their relationship, especially with how excited he always looked when he left, and so unenthused when he returned. this attitude of his sparked many arguments between the couple, which soon after escalated into cheating accusations, which harry both denied and ignored, for as long as he could.

INJURY TW. during a deployment to siria, harry received a bullet to the leg — during his adrenaline rush afterwards, harry kept going by foot, which ended up in a twisted knee and a ligament tear. despite many protests from the man, he had to be sent home and later on discharged from his role in the regiment, and the military altogether.

as the ‘glass half-full’ kind of person that harry’s always been, he tried to look at this sudden change in his life as an opportunity to reunite with his wife, fix his marriage. it seemed to work for the first few weeks as it was her who had to drive him to things such as rehab and therapy. but after a while, he began to realize that the two of them had very little in common anymore — and it was heartbreaking. after being a unit for the majority of his life, he suddenly couldn’t connect with his love anymore.

not to mention that, despite the fact he couldn’t do much for a while, the cheating accusations never stopped coming, even if they were slower and farther in between — he was always on his phone too much, it seemed. 

INFERTILITY TW. so of course the solution was to expand the family! of course. what else could prove that he was loyal to his wife and save his marriage all at once? a child! it hadn’t been his idea, but he agreed. harry was personally terrified of fatherhood. being in charge of your own body is one thing, but being responsible of a completely new human being seemed like a nightmare to the man — but but his wife, he would do it. so they tried — and failed. and tried, and tried, and tried, and kept failing. harry had fully healed from his injury when they decided to maybe see a doctor about it, maybe said injury had done something to harry’s ability to procreate. but it turned out it wasn’t him — and the news devastated the woman. a product of grief and frustration, their relationship only kept on crumbling.

once he was back on comission, harry landed a security job in london with the royal family. it paid well and allowed for the couple to do more things together, things to keep them distracted from the state of their relationship. this glee, however, didn’t last very long; a year into his new job the accusations of cheating began again. now, according to her, he was cheating with diplomats and princesses and so on, so forth. he couldn’t stand it anymore.

CHEATING TW, PREGNANCY TW. sooner than later, something in harry snapped, and he decided to give his wife what she so desperately wanted. she wanted him to be a cheater, so he became one. it started with one of the maids in the palace, then a nanny, then a personal assistant. and sooner than later, he found out he had accidentally gotten someone pregnant. that, for harry, was the signal he’d been looking for. he confronted his wife with the truth, and in what seemed like a minute, she filed for divorce immediately, citing “irreconcilable differences” as the cause. to harry’s luck, it seemed that the other woman in question was either hiding from him or didn’t want him to be a part of the process, which harry respected. he had to, as he had no way of reaching out to her. he met his child the day they were born, and has helped with everything he was allowed to from a distance. after all, with the job he had, he barely had time for himself anymore.

these issues with the job made harry’s time at the palace somewhat difficult, but things stabilized once he was assigned to be princess cecelia’s husband’s bodyguard. harry had never liked cecelia. she seemed spoiled, air-headed. and the things her husband said about her only fueled these thoughts. however, said thoughts went away as he spent more time with the couple, and some, erm, tension built between him and the princess — which ended up exploding into a full-fledged affair. an affair that went way further than harry expected it to; he wasn’t expecting to fall in love with her, with her children, and just… anything that involved cecelia.

PREGNANCY TW. so when she came to him with the news — she was pregnant. with his child. his divorce wasn’t even finalized, but he did not care. it was just a matter of time, right?

when cecelia decided to move to new york following the divorce, harry knew he had to go with her. he requested to be assigned as her bodyguard for the move, which was granted. their secret was safe, and he would be able to move with her.

then it came to revealing their relationship and his paternity to the public — harry knew he was in a proverbial pickle. he had to get his divorce settled and secure a new job before the baby was born. the divorce part was the hardest of both, but it was resolved in the end. job-wise, harry needed to find a new job before the truth came out, as he wouldn’t last long in the United States without one, as a holder of a work visa. thankfully, the birth of his son would help his case and make it easier for him to live in the country. he received diplomatic help, as well as having his professional record speak for him, and he somehow made his way to the nypd’s emergency unit service, where he worked for only a few months before he was terminated for the public attention harry seemed to bring to the department. 

PREGNANCY TW. cecelia told him they were expecting their second child together. he’s of course very happy, although not completely sure about how he feels about not being able to give theo his full attention — and extremely nervous about fathering a girl. the reason seems questionable even to him, as he’s raised penny (for the most part). just seems scary to have a baby so small again.

headcanons —

harry loves extreme sports and combat sports. rock-climbing is a big passion of his, boxing a close second.

he loves portraying himself as a MANLY MAN but ya boy cried at the end of toy story 3. he also cried when his son, theo, was born.

speaking of theo, henry was terrified of becoming a father. but he got some practice with jack and penny, so he thought he was out of the woods. tiny humans? easy! however, he was not expecting just how difficult caring for a miniature human would be. he still loves it, though. theo is his pride and joy.

he owns a collection of little trinkets he got from his different deployments, all in a shoebox. get a scrapbook, ya fool.

while he is slightly apprehensive about the baby, he was the same about theo, it really is only a matter of time until he warms up to the idea of being a father for the second time. what a move for a dude who didn’t want kids in the first place !

but also, scratch all that he’s married to @olliestonem​ :-)

[johntwick]

Closer

Authors note: I’m too lazy to put the approximate read time. I have suffered from some traumatic experiences lately so I probably won’t be posting a lot of writing. Thank you.

Word Count: 3.2k

Possible triggers: smut + drunk sex

The music pulsed throughout your hot and sweaty body as you danced with strangers at a dirty club. With the alcohol deep in your system you didn’t even know if you could call it dancing. It was more like being bumped by someone every second causing you to jerk around. Your arms were up in the air, you swayed your hips, stepped on feet and occasionally got smacked by someone. Although you were flat out wasted you do believe there’s more drink on you and in you. You no doubt would have fallen to the ground by now if it weren’t for being packed in this crowd like a group of sardines. Every time you almost stumble back you had someone pushing you off of them and helping you up. You danced with guys and you danced with girls. You were having a fantastic time probably the best time of your life, until you felt someone grab your wrist. You opened your eyes and looked up.

“John!” You let out a cheer and slammed yourself against his chest, not being able to support yourself fully any longer. He quickly leaned down to your ear so you could hear him.

“Come on YN it’s time to leave.”

With an extreme look of offense you shake your head in desperation.

“No!”

Your mind was swarming and you couldn’t keep a straight thought. You turned to a lady next to you and tapped on her shoulder. When she looked over to you and smiled you pulled her close to you and yelled over the music.

“Isn’t he so handsome?”

The woman was intoxicated, like the majority of everyone at the club, and just widened her smile and nodded her head. You let out a joyous laugh and started to try and dance against John’s tense form. He wanted to leave.

“This is the best song in the world!” You said to John right before he finally decided enough was enough and dragged you out of the club himself. The cold air engulfed you in an uncomfortable ice cold hug the minute you stepped outside.

“Hey! What gives? I liked that song.”

You your arms curled around yourself while John looked unamused as he stared at you.

“Home. We’re going home.”

Since at the moment you couldn’t think one rational thought, you got angry.

“No. Not us. Just me. My home. You go to yours.”

With that you started stumbling in the wrong direction to your house. John was right behind you making sure you didn’t fall as you staggered down the street.

“You’re going the wrong way.”

“Fuck you. Leave me alone.”

You didn’t want him near you. You were having fun and he ruined it, but he wouldn’t leave you alone. It was dangerous at night and weekends were even more dangerous. Plus John has to watch you tonight. He never minded because he did enjoy your presence but he would have to talk to your father if you ever decided to advance the relationship.

Your father was rich, very rich, and back then John was a young twenty five year old who wanted money. If his skills weren’t being used to kill people, why not use them to do the exact opposite and keep people safe? John ran errands for your Father time to time for lots of money. You saw him a lot when he would come meet your father for his next errand.

In your young and not so innocent eyes, you believed John to be the most splendid man you’d ever laid your eyes on. Almost every night, you would stay up late and touch yourself to the thought of him. So imagine your face when almost two years ago your father introduced you to your new bodyguard, the errand boy, Mr. Jonathan Wick.

Now for the past couple years you two had grown closer due to him being your on again off again bodyguard. You might even say you’re friends. Friends who occasionally make out, fuck and fool around with each other. You started to see John more than just the times he was paid to keep you safe. He always came to visit you when he came home after a week long job in another country and you always called him to talk on the phone. Ok maybe a little more than friends, but you weren’t exclusive. No labels and no mutual agreements to stay loyal to each other. Though John did want to put a label on it. It was tiring keeping the jealousy within when you’d dance with all types of people and he’d never voice his concerns when you weren’t even in a relationship. He even went as far as to tell your father to stop paying him. John felt uncomfortable with the thought of having sex with you and being paid to watch you. Now he was just hanging out with you, while keeping you safe.

Hot tears were streaming down your freezing cheeks now. It was cold and you couldn’t feel your nose. You hated being mad at John and so after ignoring him for ten minutes you couldn’t take it anymore and came to a sudden stop almost causing him to slam into you.

“Johnny I’m cold.”

As soon as the words left your mouth he took off his suit jacket and wrapped it around you. You tried to give him a kiss on the cheek but missed and landed one on his shoulder. That was the funniest thing in the world to you and you started laughing causing you to stumble again. John wrapped his arm around your waist.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and nuzzled your face against his chest.

“Warm.” You moaned.

John chuckled and moved to hail a cab. After waiting five minutes a cab stopped and you both got in. Of course with a little bit of a struggle from you. Although there was room in the back of the cab you smushed yourself right next to John. You sat thigh to thigh and arm to arm.

“The Continental, please.” John said in his deep voice.

His low voice was like music to your ears. So authoritative and masculine. You squeezed your legs together and let out a low moan causing John to look at you. As the cabstarted heading towards The Continental you leaned up and started kissing on John’s neck. He pushed you away lightly and murmured,

“Stop, you’re going to leave a hickey.”

You giggled and went back to making out with his neck. As you did that you brought your hand to his thigh and squeezed. John’s already tense body double in tenseness. You massaged the area for a moment before biting on his ear lobe and moving your hand to his bulge. His eyes closed for a few seconds as he took in the feeling of you rubbing him through his dress pants.

When John opened his eyes he saw the cabbie trying his hardest not to watch through the rear view mirror. You detached your teeth from his ear and pressed your nose right into his neck. His cologne was mixed with the smell of his sweat from being inside that hot ass nightclub. You let out a moan.

“Your smell so good Johnny.” You moved your hand away from his cock and rubbed his chest, biceps and shoulders.

“Such strong muscles and broad shoulders.”

“YN, shut up.”

You could tell he liked it though, by the way his eyes fluttered and his legs moved apart a fraction of an inch so it was more comfortable for his growing erection.

“You’re so much bigger than me. Such a man. All my natural, primal instincts are telling me that you’d be a fantastic mate.”

When you got drunk you had no filter whatsoever but, you were right. No matter what your preferences were somewhere, deep inside you, made you attracted to the most fit, tall and deep voiced men. It was just basic biology and humans natural desire to procreate that did it.

You weren’t as drunk as before but there was still a good amount swimming in your system. John was so turned on it was almost painful and so very thankful that you had just arrived at the hotel. He shoved you from the cab, following right behind you. He paid the driver before coming back and wrapping his arm around you, escorting you to his room.

Walking into the hotel you were hit with heat, warming you up in an instant. You sighed out in joy. From being warm and because you knew what was going to happen when you got to John’s room.

“Good evening Mr. Wick, Ms. YLN.” Charon greeted in his normal kind, but professional tone.

“Hello, Charon!” You were always excited to see and talk to your favorite hotel concierge. He gave you an all knowing smile.

“I suspect we won’t be seeing you two for the rest of the night?”

John’s hoped he didn’t look as red as he felt. You just laughed and squeezed him tighter.

“Nope!”

“Have a good night, Charon.” John said hinting that it was time to go up to his room.

“You as well. Oh, and if you’d be so inclined to keep the noise level down, it would be much appreciated. We wouldn’t like to have any noise complaints from additional guests, would we?”

John felt as though his room couldn’t be farther away. Of course you were very happy to answer him but before you could embarrass John further he held his hand up, letting Charon know his request was heard, before dragging you towards the elevator.

Right as you walked in his room John shut the door and shoved you against it. Just as you opened your mouth to say something he shoved his mouth against yours and started to make out with you like it was the last time he’d ever get the chance. John tasted the remnants of alcohol on your tongue but at the moment it didn’t matter, he just wanted you.

Your hands went into his hair and gripped, trying to bring him closer to you. John’s hands were squeezing your hips hard and you winced. Normally you guys were never this sloppy but the lust was almost suffocating he felt like he was going insane. Finally your lungs burned for air. You turned your head slightly, breaking the kiss and panting. John bit hard on your bottom lip, making you whimper. He moved his head to your neck and started to suck hard, leaving his mark.

One of John’s hands left your hip and moved under your dress, shoved your panties to the side and started rubbing your clit.You let out a loud moan and threw your head back, hitting the door with a bang, but you didn’t even care about the slight pain. It felt so good to finally feel John’s rough fingers on you. You pulled on his hair harder and he sucked a new spot onto your neck. You wiggled your hips letting John know you needed more. Your skin was on fire and you felt so good. Needing to show him, you moved your hand to John’s erection and began rubbing again. Quiet and short moans left your swollen lips and John instinctively tried to push harder against your hand and finally shoved a finger inside you. Whatever you had said in the cab sparked something within John and he wanted — no — needed you right now. He wanted to fuck you, so unhinged, animalistic, to prove that yes, he is the best mate. He pulled away from your neck and stared into your eyes as he added a second finger into your wet cunt. John’s eyes were full of lust and it overwhelmed you. You writhed against his hand.

“Bed. Please.” You gasp out while shoving at John’s chest.

John removed his hand from inside you and grabbed you with haste. In no time your ass was hitting a cushioned bed. He stood in front of you as you began to undo his belt. You helped John push his pants and underwear down. He stroked his cock a couple times and looked down at you, tilting his head. He didn’t even have to say anything you already knew.

“I want to suck your cock, Mr. Wick.” You purred while rubbing both his thighs.

John smirked at you and his hand was replaced by yours. Quiet grunts left his mouth as you jerked him off. You leaned forward and brought the tip to your mouth. Squeezing the base of his cock you licked his precum before putting the tip in your mouth and sucking. His breathing became heavy as his hands moved to grab fists full your hair. You tongued the slit before taking as much of him as you could into your mouth. You gagged when you felt his cock hit the back of your throat. You hollowed your cheeks and began bobbing your head. John pulled harder at your hair as he started to thrust into your mouth. Getting the hint you looked up at him and opened your mouth wide, allowing him to fuck your face.

“You love my cock in your mouth don’t you?” He grunted out.

God, yes you did. The taste, the smell, the slight soreness after. You also loved how just your mouth could make him go crazy. If it was socially acceptable you’d probably tell people it’s your favorite hobby. You let out a muffled ‘mhm’, causing vibrations making John grip your hair tighter and thrusted faster. Your eyes began to water as he shoved his cock down your throat. Spit was rolling down your chin, turning him on even more. Your pussy ached for him and you just wanted some kind of relief. You pushed your thighs together and John didn’t fail to notice. After a couple more thrusts he pulled his dick out of your mouth and pushed you back onto the bed.

Before you could even settle John was pushing up your dress and ripping your panties off. He moved on top of you and dipped his head to kiss you again, not caring about the spit that coated your lips and chin. While he situated himself you attempted to undo his dress shirt. You threw his tie onto the floor but left his shirt on. Half dressed looked hot on him.

John pulled away from you and gave you a good look. Your swollen lips, messy hair, hickeys all over your neck. He’d never seen anything more gorgeous in his life.

“You look really beautiful. Especially in my jacket.”

You rolled your eyes at him— always such a softy— and pulled him back down to you, reclaiming his lips with yours, teeth clinking against each other as you try to pull him closer. You feel him position his erection at your entrance and he thrusted into you. John lets out a heavy sigh against your lips. You wrap your arms around his back and hold him closer to you. After giving you a moment to adjust he slowly starts to thrust into you. The muscles in his back flexed with every thrust under your hands. John started moving faster, causing your moans to become louder.

“Look at you, you take me so well.” he cooed in your ear.

No man, woman or person could ever make you feel the way John did. He made you feel sexy, important and warm. He made you feel loved. You hoped you made him feel the same way too.

John’s thrusts become rougher has he sat up and grabbed your hips to slam himself into you. His skin had started to develop a slight sheen as he began to sweat. God it felt so good. The sound of skin smacking and muffled moans and grunts filled the room. John removed one of his hands from your hips and started to rub your clit, causing you to moan out.

“Nobody else knows your body the way I do.”

You shut your eyes as you felt your orgasm approaching.

“Nobody fucks me like you fuck me Johnny!” You choked out.

He smirked. “That’s right baby. Come here.”

John, with haste, flipped you over so you were on top of him. In no time you began to rut on his cock. It felt so good and you were so close, you couldn’t even keep a proper rhythm. John grabbed your hips and began to bounce you on his cock. You brought one of your hands down to play with your clit as the other hand squeezed his bicep. Your moans were growing louder. John’s eyes were on you, taking in every detail. Small, quiet whines were leaving his mouth. Jesus he was beautiful. Your eyes locked with his and you here getting closer, and closer and closer and then— your body spasmed as your orgasm hit you. You laid down on John’s chest, and let out a long, sinful moan. You wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to pull him closer.

God you could tell him you loved him at the moment, but that would just kill the mood wouldn’t it? Instead you hoped he could feel the love radiating off of you. John bit down on your collarbone — definitely leaving another mark — before tensing, thrusting up and pushing your hips down. He came with a muffled cry. You could feel his hot breath hitting your skin as you both laid there and came down from your highs.

John shifted to move but you squeezed him harder.

“Can we stay like this please?”

He chuckled from beneath you. “Yeah. So did I turn out to be the best mate?”

You lightly tapped him on the shoulder. “Oh shush.”

Falling back into silence, you played with the hairs on the nape of his neck as he caressed your back. John was always in your heart and mind. The love you had for him almost made you feel sick. You just wanted to be his.

“Jonathan?” You whispered against his head.

His heart always sped up when you called him by his full name.

“Yeah?”

“Do you like me?”

At this question John pushed you up so he could look into your eyes.

“What kind of question is that?” There was almost a bit of bite to his tone.

Why would he visit you right away after a job? Why would he bring you up to his hotel room to fuck you? Why would he let you call him Johnny? Of course he liked you! How could you not see that?

“It’s just you haven’t asked me to be yours. I really want that. I want you to be mine too.” Wow you really felt like crying now.

He gave you his signature goofy smile. “I’ve already been yours. If you want me to ask though, will you be mine?”

Your heart must be very strong because it was beating so fast you felt like you could’ve gone into cardiac arrest at any moment. You nodded your head up and down.

“We should probably go shower though I can feel your cum sliding down my thigh.”

John let out a loud laugh and took his shirt and kicked his pants off from around his ankles, before scooping you up into his arms.

“The shower it is.”

[flutteringphalanges]

Condemned to Motherhood

Summary: Maze finds herself in a troubling situation when she learns she is expecting. Nowhere in literature has it been said demons make good parents. With the help of her friends, both human and supernatural, can she pull off such a feat? Start the nine month countdown!

Rating: T

Read on AO3 and FFN

A/N: I've gotten requests on Tumblr for Deckerstar babies, Ella and Dan babies, but I think the baby fic writer in me has found a muse in a different character. That's right, Maze, I'm coming for you now. Welcome to parenthood you feisty demon you! There will be ten chapters, one for each month, and a final one as a sort of epilogue. If you like this story and find it interesting, please let me know and I will do my best to do frequent updates!

                           Month One, First Trimester

Cambion. A creature in late European mythology that was said to be the offspring of a human and demon. Except, Maze didn't quite remember which human it was she procreated with. Orgies were irritating in that way. Until now, she never fathomed the idea of being able to conceive. Maybe she should've been more attentive when Amenadiel managed to knock up Linda. But the demon lived on the wild side of life, and such actions were the reason she ended up in her current position.

"I'm not taking that," Maze hissed weakly, wiping her mouth with her wrist after vomiting another bout of back vile. "Go away. It's probably just the plague or something."

"I doubt that," Chloe said, holding out the pregnancy test.

Sometimes the detective could be so aggravating, it took everything within her not to embed one of her knives in her chest. No. No, she'd never do that to her. What was wrong with her? Everything hurt. Mouth burning from stomach acid. It was bitter, sour. Even though she didn't have a soul and would go nowhere if she died, Maze was beginning to wish death would take her.

"Take the test," the detective insisted. "Prove me wrong if that'll get you to take it."

"Fine!" Maze finally snapped, Chloe jumping a little as the demon snatched the pregnancy test from her roommate. "If it'll make you shut up."

Humans and their strange little inventions. She sat on the toilet, lips pulled into a frown as she read the directions. Urine. How truly pleasant. Maze did as the box asked, removing the stick and providing the bodily fluid it required. Now to wait. One. Two. Three minutes. She tapped her foot, almost nervously as she finally found the willpower to look down. Two lines. Positive. Fuck.

"It's broken," she shouted, storming out of the bathroom. She beamed the test at Chloe, the detective jumping out of the way in time. "There is no way that I am pregnant. It's impossible! I told you this was stupid!"

"If you are concerned about accuracy, we can always go to the doctor?" Chloe suggested, using a napkin to pick the test up from the floor.

"Who? Linda?" Maze inquired, narrowing her eyes.

"No, a real doctor-well, one for someone who deals with these kinds of things," the detective said, reaching her phone. "I have a gynecologist myself. Maybe she can make a recommendation."

"No," the demon grumbled. "I'm not going to any doctor. This is all so stupid. I'm staying right here until this...whatever human illness I have is over," her expression darkened. "I'm not going to the hospital."

                                                   XXX

"Congratulations, Ms. Smith, you are in fact pregnant!"

Maze glowered at Chloe as the doctor peered down at his paperwork and then at the demon. Blood tests. First urine, and then blood. She didn't dare think what else they might be able to use from her body to confirm she was pregnant. Chloe rested a hand on Maze's knee and the demon shied away, arms crossed heavily over her chest. This was not happening. This was a mistake.

"You're around five or six weeks, it may be a little too early to hear the heartbeat, but we can still do an ultrasound scan to just take a peek, see how things are looking. Are you interested in that?"

"Yes," Chloe cut in before Maze could decline. "She'd be very interested."

"Wonderful, if you'd lay back for me, we can get started," the doctor smiled, pulling over a piece of equipment that Maze thought looked more like a toture device she'd use in Hell than something to locate a baby. "Now, this might be cold."

The demon stiffened as the doctor lifted up her shirt just enough to expose her abdomen. As he rolled on his stool to adjust the transductor, the detective moved to the demon's side. Maze just stared forward towards the nearby wall. Anger was melting into anxiety and she hated feeling weak.

"Now let's just take a look around," the doctor mumbled, moving the device across Maze's stomach. "And...ah, here we go!"

An unmistakable whooshing sound filled the room. Maze looked over at Chloe, feeling a little horrified. The detective stared back and smiled, taking the demon's hand and squeezing it.

"It's okay," she assured her. "That's just the baby's heartbeat."

"And a strong one too for being so small," the doctor chuckled. "There's the sac, you can look now if you'd like, Ms. Smith."

She didn't want to look. She really didn't want to see. But something within her pulled her gaze over to the monitor. There, sitting in what looked like a tiny bubble, was a strange little blob. Maze frowned, squinting her eyes.

"What is that?"

"Your baby," Chloe exclaimed, rolling her eyes. "It's still very early, they don't exactly look like much right now."

"Is it...okay?" Maze ventured, still unable to decide how she felt about the little parasite growing within her.

"Well, based on your tests, it measures right. The heartbeat sounds good. All and all, I'd say you are on track. Which is good," he replied, noting Maze's still uncertain expression. "I can print you some images for you to take home. People like them as a keepsake."

"I don't think I have much of a choice," the demon said, eyeing Chloe. "Fine. So, I'm done here? I don't have to come back?"

"Oh of course you do!" The doctor exclaimed, looking a bit alarmed. "We need to track your progress and make sure you and the baby are healthy. If you go up front, they can schedule your next appointment. It'll be in a few weeks. You'd be surprised how much development occurs between now and then."

"Great," Maze muttered, hoping off the cot. She snatched the pictures from the man and handed them to Chloe. "I'll be going now. Come on, Chloe."

"Congratulations again," the doctor waved. "See you in a few weeks!"

The detective made the next appointment, Maze choosing to lean against the wall uninterested. How could see have been so stupid? Pregnant? A baby? Those words sounded so wrong. So foreign. When they made their way back into the car, the demon grabbed Chloe's arm before the other woman could start the engine.

"No one can know about this," she growled.

"You're going to have to tell people eventually," Chloe commented. "You can't hide this forever."

"Well, I will as long as I can," she muttered. "And for your sake, I'd keep my mouth quiet. I have hormones, I can't exactly predict my behavior. Or control it."

"And you have no idea who the father is?" Maze flinched at her words. "Sorry, I didn't mean…"

"I don't know and I don't care," the demon mumbled. "Look, I just want to go home and forget about this. Have a drink and…"

"You can't drink," the detective said firmly. "Not while you're pregnant."

Maze froze, her eyes growing wide. "Excuse me," her tone was low, frightening. "What do you mean I can't drink?!"

"It's bad for the baby," Chloe said, finally pulling out of the parking lot. "Don't worry, it'll be easier than it sounds."

The demon stared out the window, her head pounding from the overwhelming aspect of it all. Pregnant. Unable to drink. Motherhood. God smite her where she stood-or sat for that matter. The only interaction she ever had with kids were with Trixie and Charlie. Now she was being forced to have her own. What else could go wrong?

Lots.

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Glee Memories: 1x6 Vitamin D

A long, long time ago, as Glee was approaching graduation in Season 3, I found myself nostalgic with some rare free time on my hands. So I decided to rewatch the series from the beginning and jot down some memories, discrepancies that have arisen since, fave quotes, tally solos - all that good stuff, strictly for shits and giggles.

8 years later (eek!) and once more I find myself with an unexpected abundance of free time. With so many revisiting or being newly introduced to the show between binge watching during Quarantine and all the tragedy that has surrounded the show since it went off the air, I figured I’d finish what I started. And by finish, I mean go through the end of S3. Cause I truly cannot acknowledge what happened after that. Except for 5B.

Kicking this off by reposting the first 15 episodes I already went through. Enjoy!

1x6 Vitamin D Mr. Schue is worried cause the Glee club is being lazy and complacent. First time and still true until Sue came along to help the club.

Mmmmkay. And now Mercedes starts dressing kinda funky. Oh goody. :/

Ugh. Listen, I have adored Matthew Morrison since I saw him in Hairspray 10 years ago, but it’s still not at all appealing when he tries to lick that mustard off his own chin.

“I will hold my tongue no further.”

”You have to remember something: we’re dealing with children. They need to be terrified. It’s like mother’s milk to them. Without it, their bones won’t grow properly.”

“Ellen, that blouse is just insane.”

”I don’t understand how lightening is in competition with an above ground swimming pool”

BOYS V. GIRLS FOR THE FIRST TIME! <3

“Okay, split up: guys on the right side, girls on the left side…Kurt” *gestures for him to join the boys, not the girls* Kurt looks soooo pissed. And is such a baby-faced nugget!

A Mash-Up was just defined and used for the first time.

”We’re planning on smacking them down like the hand of God” yaaaaay, Sue’s Journal entries! I miss those. Hey, did she ever get that hovercraft she was working towards?

”Let me be frank: your husband is hiding his kielbasa in a Hickory Farms gift basket that doesn’t belong to you.”

”I’ve always thought the desire to procreate showed deep personal weakness. Me? Never wanted kids. Don’t have the time, don’t have the uterus.” #oops

“I think you should both pack up and move out of the district. Unless you wanna lose your man to a mentally ill ginger pygmy with eyes like a bush baby”

the Matthew Morrison mustard licking is even less appealing in slow motion. Ew.

Terri just wiped Emma’s mug off with her own spit. Even if you didn’t have OCD, that is not right.

“But you’re not a nurse. You don’t have any training…” “Oh please, Will – it’s a public school.”

Wait…Mr. Schue seems to be teaching music theory? WTF? Has this happened before? Since?

“She freaks me out in a Swim Fan kinda way”

“But her body’s smokin’…if you’re not into boobs” Finn re: Rachel

I don’t think I ever caught this before – Finn is rubbing BioFreeze on his legs and accidentally scratches near his eye…and you can see the effect set in and then he spazzes out. Ha! #BlessFinnsHeart

“My mom says I’m stretched too thin so I gave up homework but that didn’t help” #BlessFinnsHeart

“Puck, with respect, you’re more helpful when you don’t contribute”

“Where’s Quinn?” “Probably down at the mall looking for elastic waistbands”

“Let’s do the number and then build a house for Habitat for Humanity” oh, Finn on ‘vitamin d’. He has the mind of a child. Especially during this performance. Holy crap!

“No one at Glee is gonna judge you.” Oh, that will change Rachel.

Hahahaha, Quinn drew pornographic pictures of Rachel on the bathroom walls. I miss when Quinn hated Rachel. Just a little bit. Cause she did it so well and right now it would please my soul to see some of that.

Poor Howard Bamboo is so terrified of Terri and just pitiful. I just want to hug him and tell him to stand up to her! :(

“I see em’ together all the time – laughing, talking…all the stuff she never does with me”

Terri’s office looks like it’s the same as Emma’s…

“I am not built to work 5 days a week”

“I’ve been thinkin’ maybe that if you and I started seein’ each other on the side it might kinda cancel their thing out”

“She doesn’t like to be touched…by me.”

“Look at the two of us. You pregnant and me with psoriasus and one testicle that won’t descend.”

“Though I’ve been grouped with the boys, my allegiance still remains with you ladies. They declined my offer to do their hair in cornrows and all my artistic decisions have been derioted as ‘too costly’ because they involve several varieties of exotic bird feathers.”

Rachel’s goal is a Grammy, not a Tony. #oops

smack-talking Finn is a giant douche. Ugh.

“You being here is not good for our marriage.” “Spending time together is not good for our marriage?” She has a point…

“A lot of ants on the sidewalk today.” *long uncomfortable silence* “Pretty late in the season for that.”

oh, Ken proposing. I hated you from the first moment I laid eyes on you.

“Look, Emma, I know our relationship hasn’t been perfect. You won’t ride in my car. I can’t touch you above the wrist. Remember you cried for an hour that one time my elbow accidentally brushed by your breast? But I think about you all day long. I kiss that picture of us at the State Fair every night before I go to sleep. Emma Pillsbury, this is not an engagement ring – no, I mean it is, but it’s more than that. It’s a promise. Look, Emma, I know you have this thing about being clean. Now I can’t promise to pick up my underwear or squeegee the shower door, but I can promise to keep your life clean of sadness and loneliness and any other dark clouds that might float into it. It’s cubic zirconia. I know how effected you were by Blood Diamond.”

“Thankyousomuch,itreallyisapleasure.Whiletheboyschoseaselectionofsongsthatcastaneyeinwardontheirresponsiblelifechoicesandsexualhungeroftoday’smodernteens,wehavechosenaselectionofsongsthatspeakstothenationasawholeduringthesetroublingtimesfilledwitheconomicuncertaintyandunbridledsocialwoebecauseifthere’stwothingsAmericaneedsrightnow,thatissunshineandoptimism.” *awkward pause and Rachel finally breathes* “Also angels.” OMG. Maybe my favorite Rachel Berry moment ever.

Also, this was one of my fave musical moments (songs, singers, choreography) of all of Season One. Heather Morris is gangsta on this, dancing like she’s on crack. OMG. I love it. Every one of these girls is such a great dancer.

“Can you um…can you think of any other options I might have?” “Is that a reason to marry someone?” “That’s not what I’m asking.” See, Glee still does this – these weird conversations that are clearly about something else, but never really get finished and things are left in limbo but as if the akward moment didn’t happen, so I think I’m losing my mind when I look for the continuity….ugh. Headache. What just happened?

“You have no chance with my husband. Do I make myself clear? You might think there’s some kind of competition going on with you and I, but that’s like saying that a nail is competing with a hammer.”

“Do yourself a favor, honey. Marry Ken Tanaka. Oh sure, he’s dumb like sand, and his fondue pot of nationalities is gonna open your kids up to a host of genetic diseases…but he’s kind, and he’s generous. And he’s available.” I don’t like Terri but….truth.com right there.

“I need to talk to you, about the baby” “Is everything ok? You’re not having it right now, are you?” What?! No! Aren’t you supposed to be a nurse?”

“You want money from me?” “It’s gonna be your baby.” “Which means I’m gonna be paying the bills for 18 years – I think you can handle 9 months” Oh Terri.

Aw. My heart still breaks for Emma during this scene where she basically accepts Ken’s proposal and asks for a secret marriage. And says she doesn’t wanna spend the rest of her life alone. Gah – so sad! :(

“I don’t even remember performing.”

“I’m sorry for what I said the other day. For calling you contemptable and deplorable” “Ah, that’s ok. I didn’t even know what those words meant.” #BlessFinnsHeart

“My goals are too selfish.” Rachel. Why did you forget that lesson?

Howard Bamboo got arrested on suspicion of running a meth lab. Ha!

“You are oblivious to consequences” A running theme of this show.

oh Glee. Again with the weird situations…neither Will nor Emma even preTENded to be happy about her marrying Ken when she told him. How does neither of them address it? What just happened?

I remember the first time I saw this episode and I loved that Rachel Berry had changed to being a team player and making her goal about winning sectionals with the team. That didn’t last long. SOLOS: Finn (1), Artie (1), Rachel (1) MERCEDES TAKES THE GLORY NOTE: 2nd time