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sapphireginger · 2 years ago

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Title: Heart of a Hero - Chapter #1

Characters: Stiles Stilinski & Theo Raeken

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Warnings:

Minor Character Death Blood & Injury Gunshot Wound School Shooting Mild Violence (Brief Description)

Square Filled: Gay Childhood Friends For: @lgbtqbingo

WC: 3,864

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Summary:

Before he’s even fully conscious of the decision to move, Luka is entering the bathroom. Leo is washing his hands when suddenly, Luka hears a gunshot. Footsteps race past the bathroom door and a radio crackles to life.

“Lockdown. Lock down the grounds. We have a shooter.”

Life has been amazing for the two once again mates. They were looking into moving but hadn’t picked a place yet too focused on now having two little monkeys running around.

Luka is the best big brother, always making sure little brother Leo is safe and happy. Theo dotes on them, and Stiles can’t get enough of the alpha. That may be why they so quickly got pregnant with their next pup.

Their third child is only a year old now and his name is Laiken. Unlike his older brother, Luka, who is an alpha, Laiken is an omega like Leo and their daddy. It’s why Theo and Luka are even more protective over the younger pups.

Lydia and Parrish got married a couple months after Leo was born and then Isaac and Allison got married just before Laiken was born. Erica met an alpha named Brett who transferred in as a cop working under Jordan and they mated just a couple months after Laiken was born. They may have been newly mated, but they seemed like they had known each other for their entire lives.

About halfway through Stiles’s pregnancy with Laiken, Theo and Stiles found the one. The house was perfect for their still growing family. It is a beautiful pastel green country home with plenty of room for the kids to grow and play. It has five bedrooms, three bathrooms, a living room, a basement, an attic and a double garage. Not to mention a tree house that Brett, Jordan, Isaac and Theo built during the second half of Stiles’s pregnancy with Laiken.

Every day is a gift, and every night is special. Theo loves coming home to a home cooked meal whenever he works and Stiles has the day off but of course, there is none of that traditional sexist omega role stuff in their home. Nothing makes Theo happier than a content smelling omega mate.

“Hey, kitten,” Theo says softly, curling around his mate’s back where Stiles stands at the stove.

Stiles smiles and leans against his mate, purring when the alpha’s hands cup his swollen belly. He’s only two months along but he’s showing quite a bit already. “Hey. How was work?”

Nipping the omega’s neck, Theo doesn’t answer right away, offering a soft hum against pale skin. “Good, but this is better.”

“You’re welcome,” Stiles says with a grin, his cheeks bright pink at the attention. He will never get tired of being doted on.

Two pairs of feet come barreling towards them and soon, Theo has two monkeys attached to his legs.

“DAAAAAAD!!!” the two boys shriek.

Stiles gives a soft chiding rumble and gestures to their baby brother who is sound asleep in his playpen. “Boys.”

Luka looks at their daddy with a frown. “Sorry, Daddy.”

Leo copies his brother, something he’s doing more and more of lately. “Sowwy 'oo, Da’dy.”

The adorableness of his children makes it hard for Stiles to stay mad. So, he scents them, ruffles their hair and ushers them to the table. His gaze locks with Theo’s and he offers a tired smile.

Sadly, the two parents have some disappointing news for their kids. Tomorrow the boys have career day at school, but both Theo and Stiles will be on shift and unable to attend. After dinner, they’re dropping the boys off at Lydia’s house, so they’ll have a ride to school tomorrow.

Since Stiles cooked, Theo serves them and they all dig in, the boys expressing their absolute love for the food.

Laiken sits in his highchair, giggling as Luka and Leo make funny faces at him. It results in a very messy baby with the spaghetti sauce all over his little face, but it makes Stiles smile fondly just the same. His little family is happy, healthy and content. What more could he want?

»•»🔥«•« »•»🚑«•«

“Why can’t we stay home, Dad?” Luka asks as he looks out the window of the SUV.

Theo glances in the rearview mirror at his son and sighs softly. “Daddy and I have to work, pup.”

Luka sniffles. “Daddy is gonna miss my story though.” He glances at Leo when the younger boy squeezes his hand. Even as sleepy as he is, Leo recognizes when his brother is upset.

“I know. Daddy and I are so very sorry, Luka, but Aunt Lydia is going to record it for me and daddy to watch later. We’ll be there to pick you up from school. Okay?”

They pull into the driveway, seeing Lydia and Jordan already waiting for them. Theo is grateful to have his mate back and he promised Lydia he wouldn’t hurt Stiles again. The way the redhead hugs him tonight is another acknowledgement of the alpha’s kept promise to keep her brother happy, healthy and to love him no matter what.

Luka doesn’t want his dad to leave but he knows sleep is very important. Otherwise, people might get hurt if dad is too sleepy. So, he wraps his arms around his dad and scents him, hugging the alpha tightly.

Aunt Lydia and Uncle Jordan let him and Leo stay on the steps until the SUV is out of sight, but then it’s bedtime.

Stiles drops Laiken off with Allison, grateful she has the day off tomorrow and not wanting to overwhelm his sister with all three boys at once.

When the two parents arrive home, they manage to go about their nightly routine and exchange a couple brief and chaste kisses before slipping under the covers. By the time they are settled with the lights off, it’s just half past eight. That should give them plenty of time to sleep. Theo’s hands, even in sleep, cradle the baby bump protectively, the omega’s back flush against the alpha’s chest the entire night.

»•»🔥«•« »•»🚑«•«

Breakfast is yummy and Luka loves oatmeal with brown sugar. He still makes a face when Leo gobbles up raisins with his brown sugar oatmeal. The younger pup is more a fan of dried fruit than fresh fruit which Luka thinks is weird, but he loves his little brother as he is, even if he likes wrinkly fruit. It’s almost eight thirty and soon, they’ll leave for school.

Luka, who is eight, is now in third grade and his brother Leo, who is three, is in preschool. Their youngest sibling, Laiken, is only a year old and stays with Aunt Allison instead of going to daycare.

Today is career day at their school, but unfortunately, their dads aren’t able to come to career day. They had told Leo and Luka last night when dropping them off at Aunt Lydia’s that they would come as soon as their shifts were over.

However, that won’t be possible because just before six am, there was a fire and their dad had to be on scene. Then just before six thirty am there was an emergency pile up on the highway that their daddy got called in for. It was Aunt Lydia who got the boys to school. She told them on the way there that their parents had texted her about the emergencies.

Of course, Luka is disappointed. He has kept his story a secret so he could surprise his daddy, but he won’t get to surprise him now. Still, despite his disappointment, Luka understands and proceeds to listen to his classmates read their stories about who their heroes are.

“My hero is my grandpa. He fought in the war and won a purple heart. He even let me hold it one time. The reason he’s my hero isn’t because he won a medal or because he fought in a war but because he was the one who taught me how to not be afraid to be myself even when everyone else said I shouldn’t be me,” a boy named Carter says.

Luka stares down at his own paper, the words of his peers washing over him and wonders if his story is good enough to convey just how much he loves his hero. Sometimes words don’t seem like enough even though he has a lot of them.

For a long time, it was just him and his daddy. Then dad came back and now they have Leo and Laiken, Aunt Lydia, Uncle Jordan, Aunt Ally, Uncle Isaac and Auntie Erica with her new mate Uncle Brett. Despite having all those people, Luka remembers nights when it was just him and his daddy. Luka wants to be just like his daddy, especially because he is just as protective of his brothers Leo and Laiken as his daddy is of all of them. It would be cool to be someone’s hero one day.

When the teacher calls his name, Luka goes to the front and takes a deep breath. Once he steadies himself, he begins to read from his paper.

“My name is Lukanus but I like to be called Luka. When Ms. Peterson said we have to write a story about our hero, I knew right away who I would choose. My hero is my daddy. He’s a nurse, a paramedic and a detective. My daddy helps lots of people and even saved my dad. When I was little it was just me and my daddy and no matter what, he was always there.

“He taught me how to love, how to forgive, how to be strong when it’s hardest and how to keep going when I thought it was too hard. My daddy is the bravest, smartest, strongest and best person in the whole wide universe. He also taught me that biology doesn’t make anyone less than anyone else. He’s an omega and he taught me what that means.

“I love my daddy so very much and want to be just like him. I want to be the kind of man, kind of person, kind of human being my daddy is because if there were more people like him, then the world would be the safest and best place ever. He’s been given accolades by the police force, the hospital and the city for his efforts in protecting lives.

“My daddy was named Hero of the Year twice and got to meet the president but even though those things are really cool and not everybody can say those things have happened to their daddy, that’s not why he is my hero. He’s my hero because he taught me what it means to be a man and what it means to be a good human being.

“I watch him with my dad and know what it means to love someone unconditionally. I watch him with my younger brothers and know what it means to protect someone with everything you have. I watch my daddy and I wanna be just like him when I grow up. I’m already doing my best to embody all that is my daddy.

“I am grateful that my daddy is my daddy and because of who he is and what he’s done for me my whole life, he is my hero.”

»•»🔥«•« »•»🚑«•«

Luka did really well reading his story, at least he thinks he did good, based on the smile on Aunt Lydia’s face. She has recorded it on her phone so his daddy can see it later. She has to get to work now but hugs him tightly and kisses his forehead. “I’m proud of you, pup. You did really well.”

“Really?” Luka says.

“Really really.”

“Do you think Daddy will like it?” he asks quietly, chewing his lip.

Lydia’s expression softens as she pulls her nephew into a tight embrace. “He’s going to love it.” With another kiss to Luka’s forehead, Lydia heads out, sending him another smile over her shoulder.

Everyone has read their hero story now and it’s time for math. Then they’ll have lunch. After reading his story and having been a bit nervous, Luka raises his hand to ask if he can go get a drink.

“Of course, Luka. Take the pass and come right back. Okay?” Ms. Peterson says.

“Yes ma’am. Thank you.” Luka takes the pass and leaves the classroom.

»•»🔥«•« »•»🚑«•«

During this past summer, Luka spent a lot of time at the school since his daddy teaches CPR and First Aid classes. So, he is easily able to find his way to the water fountain.

He notices his brother Leo going into the bathroom and smiles at him before pressing the bar to get a drink. It’s while Luka is getting a drink at the water fountain that his tummy gets a knot of worry. Something isn’t right. Dad always says to trust his instincts because they will never steer him wrong.

“Lockdown. Lock down the grounds. We have a shooter.”

Luka’s eyes widen in fear, but Leo hasn’t noticed yet and he intends to make sure Leo is safe. He quickly locks the bathroom door and goes over to his brother. “Leo?”

The boy looks up at him and tilts his head at his older brother’s expression. “Wuka otay?”

“I’m okay but we’re going to play a game. Okay?”

Leo smiles, his eyes lighting up. “Otay! Wha’ ‘ame?”

Footsteps echo louder and louder, a bang sounding on the bathroom door. Luka is grateful he locked it. Searching for an escape, he sees the window. “This way, Leo,” he says, keeping his voice low. “We’re gonna play spies. You gotta squeeze through here and go tell Aunt Lydia the secret code.”

“Otay!” Leo says and giggles when Luka lifts him up and pushes him out the window. “Wha’ ‘ode Wuka?”

Luka swallows thickly. “I love you, braciszek.”

Leo tilts his head and smiles. “Wuv you ‘oo, Wuka!”

“Go find Aunt Lydia. Go!” Luka says urgently.

“Otay! I ‘o.

Luka nods, holding back tears. "Okay. Go," he says with more urgency.

Leo nods and waves. "Bah, Wuka!”

»•»🔥«•« »•»🚑«•«

Just as Leo is out of sight, the door is kicked in and a man enters with a big gun in his hands. When the shooter enters the bathroom, time seems to slow down. Dark eyes with hate and rage in them zero in on Luka. The man raises his gun and without remorse or any sign of care, the shooter pulls the trigger.

BANG!

The sound is deafening, and Luka lets out a barely audible gasp. The bullet hits Luka right in the stomach and the little alpha is too stunned to do anything but gape in shock.

Meanwhile, the shooter kicks open each stall door and then leaves, time resuming its normal speed once more. Luka is so glad he got his brother out. He falls to the ground and coughs wetly, his vision blurring.

Luka still hears bangs sporadically but they’re getting softer which means further away. He’s so sleepy but he can’t sleep. Not yet. Not until daddy comes. Daddy will—Daddy will make it all better. After all, daddy is Luka’s hero.

»•»🔥«•« »•»🚑«•«

Stiles has just gotten back from the ICU where a victim of the pileup is finally stabilized. Jordan hands him a cup of coffee and Stiles sends his brother in law a grateful tired smile.

Jordan’s radio crackles, interrupting their conversation.

“10-71 in progress. Barker Aspen Elementary school.”

Time freezes, the coffee cup slipping from the omega’s fingers, his vision going nearly black. That’s where Luka and Leo are. Jordan is so focused on the call code he misses Stiles’s immediate exit. By the time he notices, Stiles is already almost to the school, uncaring of speed limits.

Stiles can barely form any coherent thoughts and by now he recognizes the signs enough to know he won’t be saying anything even if he could form thoughts. The omega can’t feel the bond with his eldest son. It is taking everything he has not to go omega feral and right now, he is about to drop off the edge, into that ferality. Stiles can only thank whoever is watching over them that their youngest is with Allison today.

He idly wonders where Theo is and whether or not the alpha knows about the shooting. That thought slips away from him when the faintest thump comes through his bond with Luka and nothing else matters to Stiles now except his son.

If anyone was to scent his emotions before he entered the school, they would catch terror, grief and guilt. Chemosignals do help when the person exuding them can’t. With Stiles now omega feral and nonverbal, he won’t have anything for them when it comes to his state of mind.

»•»🔥«•« »•»🚑«•«

Stiles tugs on his offspring's bond and it leads him to a bathroom halfway between Luka and Leo’s classrooms. The door is only connected with one hinge, but Stiles ignores the splinters he gets as he pushes into the small room.

It’s there that he finds his son. Luka is silent and still and so very very pale. It takes a second for Stiles’s eyes to process what his nose already has. His pup is lying in a pool of blood. All sense and humanity leave the omega and he is lost to instinct as he falls to his knees splattering crimson everywhere. His hands cup his son’s face, claws careful not to break the skin as he lets out a high pitched whine of fear and grief.

»•»🔥«•« »•»🚑«•«

Lydia has Leo in her arms and the poor thing is so confused. Lydia works in an office space just next door to the school and was shocked when Leo wandered over but as soon as he told her what happened, she phoned the police, and Isaac who had heard from Jordan. Stiles was missing.

When Isaac arrives at the school he goes right up to Lydia and his second godson. “Stiles?” he says quietly so as not to disturb a now sleeping Leo.

“Kindergarten bathroom. Isaac it’s—”

“It’ll be okay, Lyds,” Isaac says and gently scents both her and the pup before heading inside to find his best friend.

»•»🔥«•« »•»🚑«•«

The omega has pulled his son into his lap and is rocking back and forth, his thumb pressed lightly against the pulse point of his son’s throat. It’s the only thing keeping him grounded in some way, knowing that his son isn’t gone yet. He doesn’t care about the slick feeling of the blood. He doesn’t care about the splinters in his skin. All he cares about is his little monkey.

When Isaac finds his best friend, his godson’s daddy is completely feral. Normally, Theo would be enough to calm Stiles, but he isn’t there and all Stiles can see is the blood. Luka manages to slur out a single word. “L’o?”

“Safe,” Isaac says.

Stiles snarls slightly, his focus on his son but his body tenses in preparation to fight if need be.

Isaac remains hovering nearby, knowing better than to get between an omega and his child. He’s grateful that Lydia has Leo as they can’t let Leo see Luka like this. He idly looks at the officers standing just down the hall and feels a rush of relief hit him when he hears them say the shooter is dead. Perhaps Isaac should feel bad for being glad, but he doesn’t. Not with the state his best friend is in because of the shooter.

After all the months of being there for every step of Stiles’s first pregnancy, Isaac knows the reason his best friend is feral and has gone nonverbal. He kneels down, his own beta scent not posing a threat like an alpha’s scent would. “Miko?” he whispers.

He gets no response from the omega who hasn’t stopped rocking his son or stopped caressing the boy’s pulse point with a needy whine. Stiles’s hands are slick with blood, and he looks lost, but then something ignites inside him, his body stilling. A wave of calm washes over him and he snarls.

Isaac stills completely and watches in shock as Stiles sinks his fangs into Luka’s arm with zero hesitation.

There’s not much in the way of blood left but Stiles holds on tight with sharp fangs, unwilling to let go until it’s taken. His eyes flash and his claws are still out, but he never breaks his son’s skin the claws. If Stiles were coherent, he’d realize his fox ears are out now and they swivel in alertness every few seconds. However, none of these things get through to him, his jaw clamped tight to ensure his bite takes.

The boy is startled but hardly feels anything but numb as he looks up at his daddy. “Kn’w yo’d co’e fur ma. Dad’y m’ he’o.”

Isaac is in shock of what he has just witnessed his friend do. Omega bites are rare and only used when—He swallows thickly at the slowly strengthening heartbeat of his godson. No wonder Stiles is feral.

Stiles is even more volatile with his emotions now because he is once again pregnant. This time they are hoping for their first baby girl. The two mates haven’t even told their boys about the baby yet. Isaac is hoping to hell that Luka survives as Luka in particular has been wanting a baby sister and if Luka doesn’t make it, Isaac isn’t sure they’ll get Stiles back.

»•»🔥«•« »•»🚑«•«

When the ambulance comes and loads Luka up after Isaac finishes stabilizing him, Stiles lets out a persistent snarl at anyone who gets too close. Only Isaac handing the omega a sweatshirt of Theo’s with the alpha’s scent, calms Stiles down enough to let the rescue workers close the ambulance doors. Soon, they are on their way to the hospital.

As the ambulance gets further away, Isaac pulls out his phone and calls Theo. Since Stiles and Theo had gotten back together nearly four years ago, Isaac and Theo have become really good friends though not as good as he and Stiles are. After all, Isaac and Stiles have known each other since they were children. They were the first person they each came out to, Isaac coming out as bisexual when they were twelve and Stiles coming out as gay when they were thirteen.

His heart clenches as he calls his friend’s number. Isaac hates that he has such terrible news to give his friend, but he doesn’t want Theo to go in blind. He doesn’t want the alpha to be shocked when he arrives at the hospital to find his mate feral, and nonverbal. That is not even considering just how deep into his instincts Stiles is now.

Isaac has never seen his best friend with fangs, claws and glowing eyes but it’s not as shocking as it might be to others. After all, Isaac would have gone full primal too if it had been his eldest pup with a gunshot wound in his little tummy. For all that alphas are considered fiercer, it is omegas who truly are the fiercest especially when it comes to their families and even more so when it comes to their pups.

“Isaac? What’s up?”

“You need to get to the hospital, Theo. It’s Luka.”

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princehrry-writings · 4 years ago

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Daddy?

happy Easter if you celebrate it!! I've been working on this for a couple weeks!! It's the longest one-shot I think I've ever written.

word count: 5180

please please please flood my inbox with your thoughts and comments!! i want to know what you think!!!

warnings: some swearing (i think), absent birth father, single mom, nothing too serious.

“And who might this be?” He said softly, hoping that he wouldn’t frighten her.

“Tell Harry your name baby,” Y/n brushed a stray piece of hair away from her daughter's face who shied away behind her mom’s leg.

“Stella,” the little girl mumbled, fidgeting with the jeans she hid behind. He felt his heart flutter. She was just so freakin cute.

“It’s lovely to meet you Stella, m’Harry!”

“You talk funny.” The child said, making Harry laugh and Y/n gasp, scolding her daughter for being rude while trying not to laugh at her blunt comment.

“Stella Rose, that was not a very nice thing to say!” Y/n softly reprimanded.

“Sowwy Hawwy,” He chuckled, letting her know he forgave her.

Y/n is a single mom and Harry wants to be a part of the family.

Getting pregnant was definitely not something Y/n wanted to be doing at 20 years old. She had a boyfriend and the career of her dreams but as soon as the news broke, one of those things was no longer true. Her ex skipped town faster than she could even finish telling him she was pregnant, so Y/n was left to her own devices since her family was so far away.

She was a songwriter. She had worked with all the big names in the industry from Taylor Swift to All Time Low. She was known for being able to write in any genre, that’s what set her apart and why people were clawing at the chance to work with her.

And then she got pregnant. She kept writing songs until she was eight and a half months along but due to minor complications, her doctor had ordered her to stay home. So she did. She stayed home, had the baby, and raised her all by herself. Now that baby, whose name is Stella, is four years old and is traveling the world with her mom. Y/n had gone back to work when Stella was a year old. At first, she would leave her baby with a sitter, but eventually, she got to a point where Stella was old enough to come along to writing sessions and quietly color or play with toys in a corner. She really liked going to work with her mom. She got to see a bunch of cool places and meet a lot of nice people.

And one of those people was Harry Styles. Y/n had met him a few times back when he was with One Direction, had even tried to work with the band a few times but things never lined up right. But now he was making his second studio album and only wanted the best of the best to write with him so naturally, he called Y/n. Harry knew she had a kid but he didn’t expect her to bring said kid to a writing session. Harry didn’t really mind- he loves kids, but his friends had been known to curse a lot and he didn’t want to cause any harm to the child.

He made sure to give everyone a stern talking to, even though Kid already knew to hold his tongue (his little ones had repeated some colorful words a few times). He wanted everything to go right, needed it to. Y/n was more than just another songwriter.

“Y/n! I’m so glad you could make it!” Harry smiled as she walked into the studio. She smiled back, walking into his open arms for a hug.

“Thank you so much for having me, I’m super stoked to be working with you!” She said, slightly muffled by his neck. Harry looked down behind Y/n and saw a little girl that looked exactly like the woman currently in his arms looking right back up at him. When the two pulled away Harry was quick to kneel down to her height.

“And who might this be?” He said softly, hoping that he wouldn’t frighten her.

“Tell Harry your name baby,” Y/n brushed a stray piece of hair away from her daughter's face who shied away behind her mom’s leg.

“Stella,” the little girl mumbled, fidgeting with the jeans she hid behind. He felt his heart flutter. She was just so freakin cute.

“It’s lovely to meet you Stella, m’Harry!”

“You talk funny.” The child said, making Harry laugh and Y/n gasp, scolding her daughter for being rude while trying not to laugh at her blunt comment.

“Stella Rose, that was not a very nice thing to say!” Y/n softly reprimanded.

“Sowwy Hawwy,” He chuckled, letting her know he forgave her. Although he wasn’t mad, he understood Y/n had to teach her not to say things like that even if they were funny.

When Stella had settled at a table out of the way of the adults in the room with her coloring book and a juice box, the work began. Y/n and Harry sat at a piano bench ( he hoped she couldn’t hear his pounding heart) while Kid and Mitch, along with Jeff, sat scattered around the other furniture in the studio.

“So, I have a couple of ideas that I’ve been sitting on that I think you might like. You can look through this and see if there's something that catches your eye.” Y/n said, handing Harry a notebook. She tried to ignore the tingle she felt run up her arm when their fingers brushed. He flipped around the pages, noticing random little doodles in the corners and in between lines, and the somewhat messy but readable handwriting. He thought it was cute how she connected her s’s to her t’s and k’s when she wrote.

One page, in particular, caught his attention.

Golden, Golden, Golden

As I open my eyes

Hold it, focus

So you take me back to the light

I know you were way too bright for me

I’m hopeless, broken

So you wait for me in the sky

Brown my skin just right

“Is this a verse or a chorus?” He asked, pointing it out to her. She shrugged saying she didn’t really know yet but it would probably be a verse.

“I like it a lot,” He said and she smiled, picking up her guitar and strumming it to the tune she had thought of for the words. He listened and nodded along, already getting ideas for where to go next.

“I like the golden thing. I think that could be a good hook, something like we’re so golden,” Kid spoke up, tapping his fingers along to what she was playing.

“Or you’re so golden,” Mitch suggested. Harry and Y/n’s eyes widened at the same time, both looking up at each other when they heard the line.

“You’re so golden, you’re so golden…” Y/n hummed.

“I’m out of my head, and I know what you said about hearts get broken,”

“How about I’m out of my head and I know that you’re scared because hearts get broken,”

“I like that better, yeah!” Harry smiled, nodding along to the beat.

Y/n looked over 30 minutes later to see Stella had sprawled out on the floor with her arms folded beneath her head, first finger stuck into her mouth, and she smiled, breathing out a laugh.

“She’s so precious,” Harry murmured from beside you. Your gaze found his and the smile on your face widened a little bit.

“She is, isn’t she.” She said, pride present in her eyes.

“Looks just like you as well,”

“Yeah thank god, I don’t know what I would have done if she had ended up looking like her sperm donor,” Malice dripped from the end of her phrase. Y/n couldn’t even entertain the idea of her looking like the man who helped create her. That nerve was still a little raw, not because she had any remaining feelings, but because he had abandoned not only her but the beautiful baby girl who was napping not 15 feet away from her. She figured they were better off without him, yet her heart always shattered a little when Stella asked if she had a daddy like the people she sees on tv.

“I couldn’t imagine finding out the woman I loved was pregnant and then leaving her, any real man would have stayed.” His eyes were genuine, which she appreciated. Most people would say they felt sorry for her, pity dripping from their gaze, but she didn’t need pity, didn’t need people to feel sorry for her. But what Harry said was out of pity, he just honestly couldn’t understand how anyone would abandon a child.

“Yeah well, I guess I just wasn’t the woman he loved.” She said, looking back at her baby. Stella made all of that pain from when he disappeared worth it.

Harry wanted to be able to take that pain away.

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“Hey I know it’s late, but I have this idea and I want you to hear it,” Harry’s raspy voice chimed through the speaker of Y/n’s phone. She glanced at the time, reading 1:30 AM, and sighed.

“Ok,”

“Come open the door,” He said.

“Wait what? You’re here?”

“Yeah, come on. It’s cold out here.”

“Ugh, hold on,” The woman sighed, hanging up and tip-toeing out of her room so her footsteps wouldn’t wake the sleeping four-year-old in the next room over. Her door was open and she was a light sleeper.

The door swung open and Harry stood there with a small smile on his face, burrowing as deep into his coat as he could to shield himself from the cold air outside.

“Hi!” His cheeky smile made Y/n’s heart flutter.

This was the first of many times he would show up at her place in the middle of the night.

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Another night of Harry coming over late with a song idea he couldn’t wait to show Y/n, although now it was more he would come over after Stella fell asleep and the two would watch movies and talk, and sometimes write songs (even though the album was done).

The pair were perched on the couch in a heated conversation about whether or not pineapple belongs on pizza (it does and that is a fact not an opinion) when the sound of little footsteps caught their attention. They both looked up from where they sat at the sound of loud crying coming down the stairs, seeing a small child with tears barreling down her face, cheeks flush an angry red, first finger stuck in her mouth, teddy bear clutched tightly to her chest.

“Baby what’s wrong?” Y/n cooed, getting up and sweeping her into her arms. She went and sat back down on the couch, cradling the baby to her chest, brushing her hair out of her face, and rocking her back and forth.

“Scawwy dweam mommy,” She hiccuped into her mom’s neck, where she hid her face. Her tiny hands clutched onto her shirt, finger stick tucked between her lips.

Harry held back a coo at the little girl, feeling himself fall further and further for the little family of two sitting before him. He hadn’t been able to take his mind off of them since that first day he met Stella. He’d always had a schoolboy crush on Y/n since they first met all those years ago but knew it was one-sided when she introduced her boyfriend one of the last times they had seen each other. As fate would have it though, they found their way back to each other. Neither of them could deny the feelings they held, but Y/n was scared to bring someone into the picture because she didn’t want Stella to get attached to someone who wouldn’t be permanent. She was lucky her ex left before he ever got the chance to meet Stella, the kid had no clue what she was missing, therefore didn’t have any pain due to her absent father.

She would be lying if she said she didn’t imagine Harry stepping into that role. But she couldn’t ask that of him. He was at a time in his career where he didn’t have time to be the father of a four year old.

But life is full of surprises.

“Hawwy.” The baby whimpered and crawled off of Y/n’s chest, into his lap and snuggled her head right into him like it was where she was meant to be all along. His heart just about burst when the little girl fisted his shirt, tucking herself into him. His arms instinctively wrapped around her, cradling her into him and rocking her back and forth like her mother had been only moments ago.

Stella calms down almost immediately, to Y/n’s surprise. It usually takes her a while to console her baby from bad dreams, but all Harry had to do was hold her, and boom, no more tears.

“You alright petal?” He cooed into her hair, soothing his hand up and down her back to keep her calm. She nodded, letting out a huge yawn and closing her eyes, falling back asleep in his arms.

Y/n was astonished. Stella had never fallen asleep on anyone but her mom or her grandmother. She’s known Harry for a few months and was acting like he’d been there her whole life.

“Wow… she loves you.” Y/n whispered, not really meaning for him to hear but he did and his smile gave her the impression that he loved her too. But Stella wasn’t the only one he felt such affections for.

“Y/n....” He starts after a moment of silence, “I know this sounds crazy because we’ve only truly known each other for a few months… but I’ve had feelings for you for years. I missed my opportunity when you got with your ex but I’m here now, and I love you, and I love Stella, and I would do anything to stay in both of your lives if you’d have me. I want to be here for you, and I want to be here for her as well.” His confession shocked the woman sitting across from him.

Y/n was quiet, eyebrows furrowed in deep thought while she took in what he was saying. Trying her best to keep her fantasies of playing house with him at bay, she spoke.

“Harry, as much as all of that sounds lovely, you’re about to start press for the album and then go on tour. You’re not gonna have time to be in a relationship, and as much as I wish I could just jump into something like that, I can’t. I have her to think about…” She gestured to the toddler sleeping on him.

“She needs consistency, her life is already hectic enough.”

“So come with me!” He spouted, and then retracted a bit realizing he could wake Stella up.

“What?”

“Come with me! You two travel around already, so come on the press tour with me and then come on the big tour with me! I know this sounds impulsive and it’s probably the craziest thing I’ve ever said in my life ever, but I’ve never been more sure of anything. I know what I want Y/n, and that’s to be a part of this family. I want to be a part of your lives!”

“Harry, I-”

“Please Y/n. Give me a chance! I won’t let you down!” The gleam in his eyes shows her that he’s serious. He really does want this. Harry just hopes that Y/n can see just how willing he is, how much it would mean to him to have (what he already affectionately considers to be) his girls with him on tour.

It’s quiet, only sounds of Stella’s even breaths and the light noise of her sucking on her finger fill the room. Eventually, Y/n gathers her thoughts, mind made up.

“We’ll try it out… see how it goes….” She said, releasing a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding on to. Harry’s smile grew tenfold at her confession, reaching over and bringing her face closer to his to kiss her lips, careful not to wake the baby in his arms.

He had never been happier, Harry decides, than he is right now.

---

“Hawwy?” Stella’s voice catches Y/n’s attention from where she sits on the plane, in between her and Harry. She turns her little head to the man sitting in the aisle seat, big round eyes staring right into his.

“What is it, lovebug?” He asks, pushing her wild baby hairs away from her eyes. Y/n did her very best not to coo at the two of them. Harry had fallen perfectly into step with the mother and daughter, like this duo had been a trio all along. She was still hesitant to think of him as a father figure for Stella though, just because if things went south somehow, she didn’t want her baby suffering a loss like that (a second time).

Stella’s little fists rubbed at her tired eyes. She let out a small ‘hmph’ and laid her head on Harry’s arm, wrapping her own little arms around his.

“Awe you my daddy?” She asked and Y/n choked on her spit, looking back over at the toddler.

“Stella, baby-”

“I would love to be your daddy lovebug, but that’s not really up to me…” He spoke and glanced up at Y/n quickly, trepidation clear in his eyes. Harry was afraid he might overstep. Sure he knew that things were still new between him and Y/n but he wanted nothing more than for Stella to think of him as her dad.

“Who’s it up to?” Y/n could tell she was about to fall asleep but was fighting it in order to get her answers. She had adjusted to a more fast pace schedule quite nicely. She slept through most plane and car rides and absolutely loved being backstage at concerts. Harry thought she looked so adorable with her big noise-canceling headphones on. They had been on the road for a few months now, and it had been 8 months since Y/n decided to give him a chance.

“It’s up to mummy, baby.” He answered, his fingers tangling into his chestnut curls in a futile attempt to keep them out of his face.

Stella’s head immediately whipped to look at her mom, who sat frozen in her seat, not knowing what to do.

“Mommy, is Hawwy my daddy?” She repeated her question. Y/n had a feeling that Stella thought Harry was her real dad, the one that her mom didn’t like to talk about. She had to make sure there was no confusion.

“Not like you're thinking he is, baby. He’s not your birth dad, he didn’t help mommy make you, but if you want him to be your daddy, then that’s ok with me.” Y/n locked eyes with the man sitting across from her with a smile on his face. She was glad that they were flying private because she really didn’t need anyone ruining this moment for them. All her fears of this not working out felt stupid now.

How could she ever think that things with Harry wouldn’t work out? He was right where he belonged.

---

“Daddy!”

“Baby!” Harry knelt down to catch the running (almost) 5 year old, picking her up and spinning her around in his arms. They were in England for two weeks on tour. One for shows, and one so that Y/n and Stella could meet Harry’s mom and sister for the first time as a part of the family. Y/n had met them before as “a friend of Harry’s” many years ago, but they had never met her as Harry’s girlfriend, and they hadn’t met Stella.

Currently, Harry was in the middle of a show and Stella had just escaped her mothers arms side stage in favor of running to her dad. Y/n still couldn’t get over saying that. Harry is Stella’s dad. She doesn’t think that will ever get old.

No one knew how serious the relationship between Y/n and Harry was. The public knew they were together (after a very vague post on instagram of the mother/daughter duo napping with the caption “my girls”). Many people thought this was a PR stunt, just because it was so unlike Harry to post something like that. But he had actually confirmed in an interview that, yes, he was in a relationship with the songwriter and it was pretty serious. That was all he chose to say, in favor of keeping his secrecy, as he so famously loves to do.

What came as a shock to the audience was what the child had called Harry. They all knew about Stella, obviously, but no one would have thought that this child would think of him as her father. A lot of people didn’t like thinking about Harry being a father.

“What are you doing out here baby?” He said into her ear, making sure he could hear her over the loud noise of the audience. Most of them loved getting glimpses into his life, so the crowd was excited to see Stella out on stage and many thought it was adorable that she already thought of him as her dad.

“Missed you.” She said into his neck. The microphone had somehow picked up their little exchange and the whole crowd sighed a collective “awe” when she said that. She was perched on his hip with her little arms wrapped around his neck, her favorite place if she had to choose one. She was pretty small for a 4-year-old, most people usually thought she was younger.

Harry chuckled and saw Y/n standing there with a smile on her face. Mitch was giggling at the exchange and kept glancing back at Sarah with a knowing look of “That’s going to be us soon,” written on his face.

“I missed you too lovebug, but I’m in the middle of a show! I gotta send you back to mumma.” He said. Stella didn’t like that though, because as soon as the words left his lips she was clinging to him like he was her life force and the tears began streaming down her face. She didn’t like having to share her daddy. She just wanted to be held by him right now, and she’d be damned if she got anything but her way.

This amused everyone, the child's insistence to be in her father's arms, so he sighed and bent to her will because how could he say no to his baby girl?

So he walked over to her mom and got her headphones, slipping them on her, and walked back to his microphone with her on his hip, ready to start the next song.

“Harry and Stella” was trending on twitter the very next morning. No one could get enough of the father-daughter duo.

---

Y/n hadn’t been this nervous since she was about to give birth to Stella. She stood with her baby in her arms as Harry opened the door to his childhood home, announcing to his mom and sister that they were there. She had to wipe her sweaty palms on her jeans more than once.

Anne rushed out from wherever she had been, greeting the three of them. Stella had met Anne via FaceTime many times so it was not news to her (or Gemma) that Harry had stepped into the role of Stella’s father. She will admit she was surprised at first but then she was reminded that Harry had been in their lives for almost a year before Stella had asked the question. It wasn’t something that was rushed into.

Anne was very excited to be meeting her grandbaby and was very excited to meet the girl that had made her a grandmother.

Stella got shy, not being used to seeing “Nana” in person. Gemma had emerged from her spot in the kitchen as well, greeting everyone.

“Hello, my loves! How was the trip?” Anne said, kissing both of them on the cheek, her hand gently caressing the child's cheek in an attempt to get her out of her shell. Once she realized that this was her Nana that was standing before her, Stella reached out for Anne, silently asking to be held by her. Anne jumped at the chance, sweeping the baby into her arms and giving her a big hug, kissing her on the forehead multiple times, not being able to quell her affection for her first grandchild.

“It was good mum, Stell slept the whole way and traffic was pretty light,” Harry said, slipping his hand into his girlfriend’s, brushing his thumb back and forth trying to help calm her anxieties. For whatever reason, Y/n was worried that Gemma and Anne wouldn’t like her because she had come into their son/brother's life with a child, but it was clear that the two ladies loved the idea of Harry being Stella’s father.

“Oh, that's lovely!” She smiled, cuddling Stella impossibly closer to her. Y/n felt most of her worries melt away seeing the woman with her baby.

She felt silly for thinking Anne would be anything but happy.

---

Anne would not put Stella down for anything. The two were attached at the hip every waking second. Y/n was actually starting to miss her baby, but she appreciated getting to spend time with Harry without having to keep an eye on their little one. Gemma was absolutely smitten with Stella as well. She was very excited to be “Auntie Gem” as Stella had quickly adapted to calling her. Stella was very happy as well. She had never been around so much family in her whole life. She’d been so used to just her and her mom, and then just them and Harry, but now she had two whole grandma’s all to herself and an auntie she gets to call her own, something she never knew she was missing, that Y/n never thought her baby would get to have.

Harry was so happy to see his baby with Anne and Gemma. They had been bumped to spot number 3 and 4 on his favorite girl list, with Stella and Y/n taking spots 1 and 2. They didn’t mind one bit.

“Daddy, can we watch a movie?” Stella jumped up onto his lap as he and Y/n sat on the couch, just talking and enjoying each other's company. Y/n smiled at the girl, tightening her grip around Harry’s shoulders, resting her head in the crook of his neck.

“Of course we can lovebug! Go get Nana and auntie Gem and we’ll all pick one out together!” He replied, petting her wild baby hairs out of her eyes just like he always did.

“Auntie Gemma said to ask you if we could watch…” She paused for a second, her little finger tapping on her chin like she couldn’t remember what she was gonna say. Suddenly, she was up and running back to the hallway she had just come from. Y/n and Harry heard little whispers before she came running back out and plopped back onto Harry’s lap, on ‘oof’ erupting from him.

“This Is Us!” She finally said. Harry’s face dropped as he looked behind them to see Gemma standing there, trying to hold back her laughter. Y/n just started cackling and Stella was giggling even though she had no idea what was going on.

“Daddy’s in that movie baby,” Y/n finally calmed down enough to say to her daughter. The little one’s eyes lit up, her hands clasped underneath her chin. This was what she did when she wanted her daddy to say yes to her because she knew he couldn’t resist how adorable she was.

“Please please please!!!!!!” She whined, leaning in to place her forehead against Harry’s. She knew exactly how to get him. He caved every single time.

“Yeah, fine. We can watch it!” He finally said and all three girls cheered. Anne came in at the noise wondering what was going on.

“What’s all this?” She asked and Stella ran up to her, pulling on her

“We watching Daddy’s movie Nana!” She said, jumping up and down with a glowing beam on her face.

“Oh, are we now? Which one?” Anne asked and Stella paused.

“Daddy, how many movies awe you in?” She came back and crawled into his lap. She still had trouble saying her r’s. Her and Harry were working on it.

“Two, lovebug. But one of them you can’t watch until you’re older. It’s too scary f’you.” He said, cuddling his baby into his chest. She put on a little pout hearing that. She didn’t like when her daddy told her no, but this was something he wasn’t gonna budge on.

“Ok,” She sighed. All the adults thought this was adorable.

So they all settled in and watched the movie. Harry had a permanent blush on his face and Stella would jump up and down every time he was on the screen.

“Nana look!! That’s you!!” Anne laughed and nodded to her granddaughter.

“Yes, it is baby!”

“Mommy, why aren’t you in this movie?” She asked and everyone giggled.

“Me and Daddy didn’t know each other very well back then, baby.” Y/n laughed. Stella didn’t really understand but she didn’t say anything else.

The last few days had worn her out and that became very obvious when Harry looked down and saw his baby asleep on his chest, her first finger stuck in her mouth just like it always was when she fell asleep.

“Love, I’m gonna go lay her down, and then I’ll be right back,” Harry whispered, cradling the sleeping girl in his arms and slowly standing up. Y/n nodded, kissing his cheek before he left.

“He’s so good with her!” Gemma cooed, her face lighting up seeing her brother with his kid. A sight she was still kind of getting used to seeing.

“He really is…” Y/n smiled, “It was pretty instant too. Anytime he’d come over and she was still awake, he’d insist on putting her to bed, reading to her, singing to her, he’d bring her toys. She’s had him wrapped around her little finger since he first laid eyes on her.”

“That’s so precious,” Anne spoke up, coming to sit next to her, wrapping Y/n in her warm embrace.

“I can’t wait until you two get married!” Y/n laughed at Gemma’s confession, snuggling into Anne.

“All he has to do is ask, I’m ready to say yes!” What none of the girls knew was that Harry was standing right outside the living room, hearing everything that was being said. His mind raced back to his suitcase where a velvet box sat tucked away between all of his clothes.

He was hesitant to bring the idea up because it had only been a year, but the saying when you know, you know he thought.

He came back into the living room, acting none the wiser, sitting on the other side of the girl he was going to marry (she just didn’t know it yet), and cuddled into her just as she had cuddled into his mom.

“Daddy,” A small voice broke through the now quiet hum of the tv.

“Lovebug, what are you doing back up?” He asked, lifting the sleepy little thing into his lap.

“Scawwy dweam, daddy.” She said and he pouted, pulling her closer into his chest and snuggling her back to sleep.

Harry was exactly where he belonged in life. With his baby girl in his arms, and his Love by his side.

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falcqns · 3 years ago

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ugh little!cevans baking with reader is just so cute to me

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☼ 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: little!Chris Evans x mommy!Reader

☼ 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔨𝔫𝔤𝔰: mdlb relationship, fluff, angst, mentions of food.

☼ 𝔞/𝔫: thank you for this request, i loved it!! i def wanna write more little!chris bc he's a cutie. i hope you enjoy!

"stir the batter like mama showed you," you told him, and Chris nodded, his hand gripping the wooden spoon. he stirred the batter while you sprayed the cupcake tin down with some PAM.

"'s all done, mama." he said, bringing it over to you. you smiled at him and took the bowl of batter from him.

"thank you baby." you said, and he watched you scoop batter into the tin, then place it in the oven.

"when we decorate?" he asked, his head tipping to the side. you smiled as you wiped your freshly washed hands on the dishtowel.

"well baby, they've gotta cook for 20 minutes, and then cool for 10, so in 30 minutes." Chris doesn't like the idea of waiting so long, and pouts.

"wanna decorate!" he says, his arms crossing. "no wanna wait!"

you raise your eyebrows at his behaviour. "baby, there's nothing i can do. i'm not aldrich killian, i'm not captain marvel. i can't superheat my hands to make them cook faster. we're going to have to wait."

Chris didn't like that at all. he stomped his foot. "no! wanna decorate now!"

"the other option is a time out."

Chris's eyes snapped up to you. you were an easy going mama, who let him get away with most things. you never got mad at him, and he hadn't even been yelled at since you became his mama. he knew by the look in your eyes that you were serious, and he immediately stopped.

"i sowwy."

"that's what i thought. let's go do some colouring while we wait, okay?" you asked and he nodded, heading into the living room.

30 minutes later, and the two of you were decorating. Chris got upset when you wouldn't let him put the food colouring in the icing, but he quickly settled when you told him he could mix it. you didn't really trust him with the food colouring in his current head space. you barely trusted him with it when he was big.

he mixed the frosting to make a sky blue, and watched carefully as you put the icing into a piping bag. you helped him squeeze the icing onto the cup cakes, and then let your boy at the sprinkles and other decorations. he hummed a tune while he decorated, and you set about cleaning up the kitchen.

you heard a bark and a "shh," behind you, and you tried to not smile as you turned around. Chris had dropped the sprinkles, and had icing all over his face.

"baby, why are you so messy?" you asked, trying not to crack up.

#chris evans imagine #chris evans angst #chris evans #like being chris or henry’s wife sounds so appealing #or maybe chris evans #chris evans x reader fluff #chris evans x you #chris evans fluff #chris evans x reader #chris evans smut #chris evans x female reader

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yamithediaperdork · 3 years ago

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Rewarded as a bully deserves (HunterXhunter)

Killua was in a rotten mode as he headed for the closet park in town, huffing and growling over him and Gon having a fight.

It was just so stupid! Here he was, a deadly assassin and for the 6th time this month they'd woken up in a bed drenched with pee. Lord knows Gon was trying to be kind and supportive but really, who could blame him for getting tired of waking up soaked?

Gon wanted Killua to start wearing 'protection' at night to bed, but the deadliest bed wetter alive refused to go that far, he had already comprised and let Gon put rubber sheets on the bed so hotel staffs stopped giving them a hard time hadn't he?

In any case they had taken a shower and gotten dressed, and Gon asked Killua to go for a walk by himself and think about what he had said.

'Screw that nonsense.. I'm go and cheer myself up the best way I know how!' Killua thought as he came to the playground area of the park. Nothing lifted his spirits like a little bit of harmless bullying.

Scanning the play area Killua spotted a good first target. a 5-6 year old with dark tanned skin and a black brush cut was digging away in the sandbox, making a moat around a sad looking sand castle he'd made with one hand, while licking away on a mint chocolate ice cream cone with the other.

spotting a plastic bucket with some water in it for the moat, Killua smirked and strolled over.

"Nice fort little guy." He said sarcastically, getting the boys attention and the kid gave him a smile.

"thanks! I was working on it for like ever!" The little guy said, apparently not recognizing the tone.

"Heh, Would be a shame if something happened to it though." Killua chuckled. "you did get house insurance against giants right?"

"Uhhh what?"

"well what if some big mean old giant.." Killua started, stepping into the sand box now. "Just came up..and did THIS!" Killua asked and stomped his foot down on top of the fort, snickering as the little guys eyes went wide.

"HEY! WHY'D YA DO THAT?!?" the little guy yelled, starting to stand up and with tears welling in his eyes.

"Because i'm better, stronger and therefore better then you. Little dorks have to get put in their place." Killua sneer and then grabbed the arm holding the ice cream cone and make the kid smuch it onto his hair. "Geez you little dorks are SUCH messy eaters!"

The boy squealed as the sudden cold on his head and how icky it felt.

"S-Stop this! I-I" the boy tried to make his threat clear but he was also trying not to full on bawl.

"heyyy don't worry about it, I'll help you clear up!" Killua laughed, then snatched up the bucket with the water in it and dumped it on the boys head, then tugged it down over the kids eyes.

"Hey, that's a good look for you, but it's missing something." Killua said and sneered, then turned the boy around and tugged back the kid's short then tanked up on the poor little guys briefs.

"Awww, a fan of sailor moon I see!" Killua teased and hooked the back of the briefs on the back of the bucket, then booted the kid in the ass, sending him sprawling out of the sand pit.

"Alright, I had my fun, get the fuck out of here before I decide to be mean." Killua said cheerfully.

the thought that all of this had been Killua being nice light a fire under the boy's butt, and he ran/crawled off, not even trying to remove the helmet or pick the wedgie out of his butt.

"well, I feel better already." Killua commented to himself, though he noticed a few other kids and adults glaring at him.

"Oh by all means, anyone who wants to try and punish me.. " Killua said, going from a happy goofy look to his slash smile. "Step up."

no one did.

After scaring two more little guys into give him all their ice cream money Killua was in the middle of getting a cone (Double chocolate mint just like the dork had had, it had looked good after all) when he heard a familiar voice.

"That's him Carlo! that's the bully!" cried the dork from before.

Turning around slowly Killua smirked, Carlo was clearly the dork's big brother, and while he was a little bit taller then Killua he had a slim build and the same tanned skin, though his hair was a bit longer while still being short.

"Ok mister, I'm going to give you ONE chance to say sorry to my little brother, and get him a replacement cone. If you don't.." Carlo said, crossing his eyes and glaring at Killua with a death glare.

Killua, who gave those out with ease froze for a tiny fraction of a second, and his bladder twitched, but he shook it off and took a long lick of his ice cream to show he wasn't scared, and to give him time to regain his composure.

"What? If i don't you'll do -what?-" Killua asked. "Try and fight me and end up hanging from the teeth ball pole by your undies? I mean, I'm mostly in a good mood now but if it's a ass kicking you want." Killua sneered.

Carlo rolled his eyes, then smirked.

"You know..I've been in a bit of a funk lately, and beating up bullies always makes me free better.. so thanks." He said.

Killua raised a eyebrow to thank but before he could react, Carlo was right next to him, and much like Killua had done before, taken a gripe on the arm with the ice cream cone.

On small difference though, Carlo wasn't going to make him put it in his hair and had tugged open the front of Killua's shorts and undies.

"W-Wait d-don't!" Killua shrieked, his plea fell on deaf ears though and he was somehow powerless to over come the taller boy power.

As such, a high pitch wail was heard as Killua's twig and berries got a double mint chocolate coating.

Killua's eyes crossed and a cartoonish image flashed in his mind as it felt like his private had just been transformed into two ice cubes and a Icicle, then there was sudden relief and warmth, making him stick his tongue out the side of his mouth in blessed relief.. at least until he noticed the warmth was traveling down his legs.

"heh, Carlo the bully wet himself!" The little guy pointed out, snickering and getting out his phone to take pictures.

"I can see that buddy, Aww, did the cold cold ice cream make da big bad bully go wee wee?" Carlo asked, folding his arms over his chest and baby talking to Killua.

"i..I uh.." Killua stammered, Sure, he was no stranger to soaking his pants at NIGHT while he was asleep, but this was a new one for him! "I..didn't go tinkle?" He finished lamely.

"Rightt then whats that making a puddle on the ground right now and staining your shorts." Carlo asked.

"..I don't have to answer that! In fact, I've had enough of false accusation's and I'm leaveing!" Killua huffed and turned around to do just that, but also exposed his back to his new found enemy.

Carlo, knowing that Killua had wedgie his little brother Hector, moved in and with on hand tugging Killua's shorts back the other grabbed the waist brand of Killua's Barney briefs and lifted up before the poor hunter even had a chance to fight back.

Killua's mouth opened as if he was screaming, and while dogs howled in pain no one with human ears could of heard the noise coming from his mouth, it was that high pitched.

Carlo smirked at the response and said "Awww, Barney briefs? that's just soo..fitting! But I wonder how strong they are?" then adding his other hand to the back of the waist band even as Killua looked over his shoulder and shook his head no, bringing his hands together pleading, Yanked the soon to be ex-hunter off the ground by a good 2 inches if now more and dangled him there as Killua turned pale and went blank eyed.

"Oh wow, those must be reinforced Carlo!" Hector marveled, recording this all for YouTube.

"I know, kinda a shame, if they weren't they'd of snapped by now and he'd know SOME relief." Carlo chuckled then turned him and Killua better into frame for the camera.

"hi I'm Carlo and this is a big bully who tried to pick on my little brother..Huh, never caught his name.. Hey wedgie boy, whats your name?" Carlo asked and holding Killua up with just one arm delivered a hard swat to Killua's buns, which also ended up making his shorts slide down around his ankles showing off his pee stained undies.

"A-AH! M-Mah name is Killua Zoldyck and I'm super super sowwy! Pwease stop!" Killua begged and pleaded, in a voice that sounded like he'd sucked on some helium.

"I dunno Hector, what do YOU think? Has Killua had enough?" Carlo asked, and Killua shot the boy he'd bullied a pleading look, bottom lip trembling and tears welling up.

"Hmmm you know I really think..that you should use him like a yo-yo till his undies snap. THEN I'll forgive him!" Hector giggled.

With both hands on the waist band Carlo went to work even as Killua started to blubber and cry for his mommy.

It ended up taking a record breaking 55 bounces before Killua's undies snapped, and by that time Killua had gone to la-la. with his undies snapped and ripped off off he was too out of it to notice that he was currently face down butt up with nothing covering his der rear and his bubble butt and little package showing.

"oh man.. that explains why he was in such a bad mood.." Hector giggled, having turned off the camera for now but uploading the video. (after all, even with a member as small of Killua's the mods on YouTube would of removed the video)

"man, makes me feel like I picked on a over sized toddler. feeling a little guilty." Carlo said, though in truth he wasn't really.

Killua's shorts were gone by this point as the boys who's ice cream money he had stolen had retrieved them, and after finding some of the cash and taking Killua's wallet, had tossed them in a bin meant for dog waste.

"Well, nothing we can do now, we don't have any spare pants for him." Hector pointed out.

"Well not quite..remember that weird vendor we passed on the way in?" Carlo said, digging into his pocket and pulling out some bill's.

"Heh.. you don't mean.." Hector asked.

"A yup. be a good boy and run and get widdle Killua something to wear." Carlo said, handing the money over and keeping a eye on 'sleeping beauty' while Hector ran off.

Killua was having a wonderful dream about having a endless buffet of candy and chocolates and it was so nice after what must of been a nightmare where he was tormented and bullied beyond belief.

He was slowly waking up and rolling over to sit up and rubbing his eyes. "Nggggh Heyyy Gon, you wouldn't believe the night..mare..I.." Killua started to say then opened his eyes, seeing Carlo and a semi crowd all around.

"Welcome back to the land of the living tiny!" Carlo said.

Killua huffed at that and stood up, about to tell Carlo off, he wasn't THAT much shorter when a breeze blew and he noticed how much he felt it on his on buns.

Looking down his face went crimson and Killua grabbed at his shirt and tugged it down, trying to cover up his privates.

"W-WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY UNDIES? MY SHORTS?!" Killua yelled, getting roars of laughter from the crowd.

"Well your undies were totally wreaked so we tossed them." Carlo said, nodding over to a waste bin for normal trash. "As for your shorts, there was a couple of boys you really seemed to annoy earlier and after getting back they're ice cream money with interest, they tossed them in the dogie waste bin..I doubt you'll want them back."

"but..but.. I can't go around with my ding dong on display!" Killua whined and whimpered.

"That's true. don't worry, I already thought of that shrimp." Carlo said and nodded behind Killua.

Killua turned to look and there was Hector, the brat he wished he'd never of picked on, running back with a pack of...DIAPERS!?

Killua whimpered loudly, a spurt of pee coming out and soaking the bottom of his shirt as he turned back to Carlo with pleading eyes.

"Please no! anything but diapers!" Killua whimpered. "I'm not a baby!"

"heh, Are you SURE about that?" Carlo asked, looking down and making Killua's gaze follow to the damp spot on Killua's t-shirt.

"i..but..that was because.." Killua mewed then shrieked and jumped, grabbing at his bun's as Hector came in range and walloped Killua's baby butt.

Ironically when he came down he landed in Carlo's waiting arms, like a blushing bride.

"Awww how cute, but you really think I'm gonna save you?" Carlo asked, then dropped Killua onto the hard ground and onto his tender buns.

"S-Stop being s-so mean to me!" Killua whined, on the verge of anther crying fit.

"Sheesh, I should of gotten him a paci." Hector said, handing the pack of diapers over to Carlo then tugging the shirt up and off of Killua, using it as a tear rag then tossing it out.

"Oh wow, Lookie here Killua~" Carlo said, reading the pack then holding it in front of Killua's face then read from the back. " 'New little poopers punishment diapers are perfect for your so called big kid who refuses to use the potty! extra thick to ensure they waddle, it comes with a embarrassingly babyish nursery print we promise to have your little stinker blushing bright red. with a special stink guard you and the big baby won't have to deal with their stink!' Heh wow, Oh look, they offer alt versions, that's something to keep in mind if you need more lessons."

Killua meanwhile was looking at the front of the package, showing sobbing pre teens in the bulky diapers and smirking parents.

"I-I changed my mind! I'll go home naked!" Killua whined.

"Nonsense! what kind of person would I be if I let you go without the diaper you CLEARLY need!" Carlo said, as if he was doing Killua a favor. "This is gonna go down one of two ways loser. You can either lay back and suck your thumb while I put as many of these as I can on you, or I can kick your ass, knock you senseless..then put as many of these as I can on you. Either way, you're going back to diapers. YOUR choice."

Killua pouted, started to ball a fist up.. then sighed and laid back, popping his thumb in his mouth and turning away from the crowd as laughter and taunts rang out.

"Loser!"

"Big baby!"

"Wuss!"

Carlo was a little disappointed that Killua decided not to fight back, but he had to admit seeing the wanna be bully accepting his big baby fate was kinda cute.

ripping the back open open Carlo smirked, dispute being the size of a pack that should be able to hold 16 diapers, there was only 6 of them in the pack and he pulled on of the massive things out, making sure everyone could see all the rattles and paci's and teddy bears and the like all over the diaper then unfolded it.

"Ok Shrimp, Butt up! If i have to lift you up I'm giving your buns a swat!" He said and wasn't shocked when Killua's butt almost levitated up in a instant to avoid any more punishment. "good boy!"

getting the almost pillow like diaper under the loser's butt, he gently pushed Killua's butt back down and smirked as Killua loudly sucked on his thumb, getting drool going down his chin as Carlo pulled the front up nice and snug and then taped it up.

"Welcome back to babyhood Shrimp." Hector said, leaning down and snickering, and making Carlo beam with pride.

In the end they only manged to double diaper Killua, the diapers were just too massive and they ripped a third one trying to get it on the babfied brat.

After he was all nice and snug in his diapers Carlo told Killua to try and get up and to Killua's massive shame, not only could he NOT get up on his own, but he couldn't even get close to bringing his knees together.

The fourth time he just plopped down on his butt trying to get up, Carlo rolled his eyes and chuckled.

"-sigh- Ok Shrimp, let me help you." Carlo said as if he was doing Killua a favor.

Holding out his hands Killua took them and got yanked up to his feet, legs wobbling as he tried to center his balance.

"heh, you might need a bit to get used to waddling in there. Try waddling over to that tree over there." Carlo said, pointing to a tree that would of only been 10 seconds away normally, but with this massive bulk taped around his hips it might as well been a mile away.

Still, Killua knew better then to argue at this point and took a wobbly step, then anther, and smirked, thinking he was getting the hand of it.

'I got this! I can-' He was thinking when his fourth step went wrong and with a loud yelp Killua plopped on his butt, a shocked look on his face but not hurt considering the thick padding under his butt.

"Awww, widdle baby Killua doesn't know how to walk!" Hector giggled, getting more laughter from the crowd.

"yeah, guess you better stick to crawling shrimp..you CAN at least do THAT can't you?" Carlo asked, tilting his head and smirking.

Killua huffed, he wanted to try and walk again but knew he wasn't getting any help and there just wasn't anything to help him get up to his feet with around. He toyed with getting in the crawling position and pushing himself up THAT way but had a feeling while he'd be in the middle of it Carlo would just smack his butt and send him face first into the dirt.

getting on all fours and trying to drown out the snickers and flashes of camera phones going off, Killua rolled around and got on all fours and then slowly crawled over towards the tree, glad that he had been right that he could crawl at least.

'at least i didn't have to do a diaper scoot across the ground, knowing my luck it would of ripped apart the diaper and I'd of gotten a spanking.' Killua thought with a sulk as he reached the tree.

"Well well, at least you can crawl, I was worried I was gonna have to carry you over." Carlo snickered. "Now use the true shrimp and get to your feet, and shake that diapered ass and sing us a song about what a big dumb baby you are and how happy you are to be back in diapers."

"..Your joking right?" Killua asked, jaw dropping. "There is NO WAY in hell I'm gonna d-" he started started to say but Carlo cracked the knuckles on his right fist and and light tapped his fist into his open left hand.

"You SURE about that?" Carlo asked.

"..W-what If I can't think of any lyrics because I'm a big dumb baby?" Killua squeaked out, flooding his pampers.

"I'm sure you'll think of something. It's ok if your dumb is lame though, your just a diaper baby shrimp." Carlo said.

Grunting with effort, Killua pulled himself to his feet, hands braced on the three and looked over his shoulder, the crowd was watching with delight and he trying to think of something, anything to sing.

"I...I'm big baby Killua and I'm so happy.." he started, wiggling his diaper, shutting his eyes.

"Because a big strong boy put me in a nappy!

Diapers are totally wear I belong!

so I hope all of you love my big dumb baby song!

I thought I was a bully but I'm just a dweeb

filling my diapers up with pee pee

If i ask for undies look at me like I'm a nut

then make baby poop with a punch to the gut!"

The act of singing the song and keep his eyes closed so he didn't have to see the crowd (though he could hear them laughing and cheering him on) had Killua's body getting into it and he was shaking his diaper booty like there was no tomorrow.

"Stupid babies like me we don't need to think!

we just sit in our diaper and super stink!

Watch me prove that as a baby I'm the best

I'm gonna fill my diapers with a super big mess!"

Killua's eyes shot open at that, had he really just promised that!? worse, his body was again moving on it's own accord and he was squatting down now, grunting and pushing, puffing out his cheeks.

'no no no no! why can't I stop myself! GOOOON! HELP!' Killua thought.

"Killua? whats going on?" Came Gon's voice.

Killua almost didn't believe it at first, it was just he wanted Gon to save him that he heard the voice of his boyfriend! But no, a look over his shoulder showed Gon standing there, eyebrow raised.

"G-Gon you have to s-save me! I-I-I.." Killua tried to tell Gon about what had happened, how he'd been victimized but before he could get the story out, something else came out in the back of his diaper. "I'M POOPING!" Killua cried out.

if the muffled farts hadn't of been hint enough, the back of the THICK diapers bloating out and getting even bigger would of given it away, and despite the diaper's boast of super stink guard, Killua's backed up stinky load (he hadn't gone in 5 days) was filling the area with a rotten smell, driving part of the crowd away.

Gon for his part just held his nose and then shook his head.

"Really Killua? You won't wear diapers to bed despite being a bed wetter, but you'll load them in public..Your coming with me mister man." Gon scolded and walked over.

"Um.. Should we tell him-" hector started to ask Carlo, holding his own nose.

"Nah, it's better this way. you can get out of the area of effect though, I'm gonna go say by by to baby Killua."

Walking over Gon was scolding Killua and swatting his boyfriends mushy butt as Killua whined and whimpered, sucking his thumb and still going.

"Hi, I'm Carlo...I was watching your little guy today." Carlo said, holding out a hand.

"Oh, well, thanks. I'm sure he was a handful." Gon said, giving Killua a look then shaking Carlo's hand.

"well he wasn't that bad. it was a lot of fun actually. anyways, here's the rest of the diapers Killua got and asked me to put on him, and if you even need a babysitter, give me a call." Carlo said.

"Heh, i just might, give me your number." Gon said, taking out his phone and handing it to Carlo, one hand still mushing Killua's tush.

"there we go. anyways, you two have fun! Byeeee baby Killua! you were LOTS of fun to play with." Carlo said and waved bye to the stinky big baby.

"Killua, don't be rude!" Gon scolded.

Killua whimpered, knowing there was no way he was living this down, he was gonna be in diapers for at LEAST a month..and knew it was pointless to try and tell the truth now.

Sliding his thumb out of his mouth as he finished loading his diaper, he gave a weak wave to Carlo and in a small voice said

"Bye bye."

The end

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thebrownssociety · 3 years ago

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Space Jam 2 AU [AKA Across The Serververse] Part 2.

Hey! Roxy Goth here. So, just a couple of quick note before we carry on, firstly - from now on I think I’ll just have the title of this as ‘Across The Serververse’ and drop the Space Jam 2 AU bit.

Secondly - I can’t remember exactly how Rhythm got the toons into the Servereverse, by that I mean if they literally just stepped into it, ALA Dom + LeBron or if they had to go into a spaceship like Marvin’s.

So I’ve just done something that may or may not be right. Enjoy!

Warning: Swearing

*6 months later*

Pepe and Penelope were excited. After 6 awesome - but admittedly long - months they were finally coming back to Tune Town. As they had been last to be picked up last time it meant they were also last to be dropped off, so by this point they had the boat to themselves.

“Ah, mon leetle cherry-blossom.” Pepe said, embracing Penelope. “The other passengers, they have gone, which leaves a monsieur and a mademoiselle alone together. What do you suppose we do in ze short about of time we have?”

Penelope giggled and hugged him, but as she hugged him she got a view of their home world. “P-p-pepe-” She said, faintly.

Not liking the nervousness in his wife’s voice, Pepe turned and his jaw dropped.

Tune Town was deserted. There were no signs of life anywhere, tumbleweeds ambled lazily across the desert parts of it, while in the forest parts the trees had started to go somewhat wild. That had always been Elmer and Sam’s job [and Marvin’s, if he was around] to cut down the trees. So where were they?

Before either of them could really process what was going on, the trees started shaking with so so much force that Pepe and Penelope were inclined to cling to each other, despite the fact they were on a boat.

“What is it?” Penelope whispered.

“I don’t know.” Pepe said, forgetting to put on his French accent.

Just then a small figure darted out of the trees and ran towards the beach. “Don't stop!” The voice of Bugs Bunny called. “Keep goin’!” They could see him properly now, running down the beach and along the jetty. When the boat got close enough the rabbit braced himself and jumped onto it, hitting the floor with so much force he became flat.

“Hey! You have to pay!” The boat-captain yelled, while Pepe shook Bugs so he became 2-D again.

The rabbit reached into hammerspace and pulled out a couple of notes before just hurling them at the captain with an impatient. “Dere, does dat cover it? Now-” He turned to his friends. “Am Oi glad ta see you two!”

Pepe and Penelope were to stunned to respond to that, there eyes taking in the rabbit’s appearance. His eyes were wild and excited, his chin had stubble on it, his fur was messy and unkempt and - the most worrying of all for Bugs Bunny - his ears were down. He had also seen fit to dress himself in a tramps outfit.

Seeing his friends horrified look, Bugs looked down at himself and said. “Eh...I guess ya wanna know what happened, don’ cha?” Upon getting a nod Bugs yelled to the captain to ‘park it a moment!’ and - grabbing a torch out of nowhere - began with: “It all started a mere two weeks after you left meself, Daf and Elmer were practising our famous ‘Duck Season, Wabbit season’ routine, actually, ya know what? I’ll show ya in flashback. Hold on-” He put his hands to the side of his head and concentrated.

*Flashback starts*

“Duck season!” Bugs said, ripping down a poster,

“Wabbit season!” Daffy snapped, yanking down another poster.

“Duck season!”

“Wabbit season!”

“Duck-!”

Bugs was cut of in his witty comeback by Elmer suddenly sighing and sitting down on the grass.

Bugs and Daffy looked at each other in confusion, before simultaneously shrugging and sitting next to the hunter, one on each side of him. Bugs got a carrot out his hammerspace and took a bite. “Eh...what’s up, Hunter?”

“Sowwy.” Elmer said, tiredly. “I’m not feewing it today.”

“No prob-lemo!” Daffy said, before Bugs could speak. “What do you want to do? We could go to Australia!” He pulled down a backdrop of Australia, causing them all to sweat. “Or France!” He pulled down another backdrop and threw a string of onions round both his brothers necks. “Or England!” He pulled down another backdrop and grabbed a cup of tea out from hammerspace. “Justh name a place!”

Elmer, holding a cup of tea with a string of onions slung round his neck, looked wide-eyed and confused. “...Home?” He said, simply.

Daffy sighed and the backdrops fell around him. “Okay then. I suppose we’ve had enough for one day. Oh, Bugsy, Bugsy ol’ buddy, ol pal!” He slung an arm round the rabbits shoulders. “Might I enquire what you are making for dinner?”

“Eh...ya can ask.” Bugs said nonchalantly.

As Daffy started to try and barter his way into a good dinner, the scene switched to the middle of Tune Town, where a tall, black, slightly shimmering man was talking to the other LT’s.

Bugs’s eyes narrowed and he marched towards them, yelling. “Hey! Who de hell are you? Dis is a private island, ya know!”

“I am Al-G-Rhythm.” The guy said, smoothly. “I am Warner Bros newest mode of technology. The link between all of your worlds. The Serververse. No longer will you have to travel between world like a second-class citizen, you can all live in one place together.”

“An’ dis benefits us...how?” Bugs asked, not believing all this for a second.

“You get to expand your horizons. Actually go into other characters worlds. You can explore, who knows? Maybe even rebrand-”

“Eh...I don’t think so.” Bugs said, confidently. “We’ve done enough ‘rebranding’ over de past few years. We’re all good here.” The other toons nodded along with him.

“That’sh what YOU think!” Daffy said, dramatically poking Bugs in the chest. “I for one would LOVE to spread my wings!”

“Eh...jus’ talk ta Warner Bros, Daf. I’m sure they can get you a role spoofing some of de other properties.” Bugs said, easily.

“Of course.” AL-G-Rhythm purred. “With the offer I’M making you you can go anywhere and be whoever you want to be. All of you.” He added, seeing the other Looney Tunes beginning to look interested. “Anything and anywhere you want to be. I mean, let’s face it, you’ve all done so much for this stup - I mean, Warner Brothers over the years, isn’t it time you cut loose and had some fun?”

Bugs’s eyes narrowed. The Looneys were perfectly capable of having fun without needing to go across the serververse, thank you very much. He looked around, expecting to see his family with similar expression, but instead they were all talking to each other about it and sounding...excited?

“I can take you anywhere you want to go.” Rhythm said, his voice raising a little above the noise. “Hogwarts, Austin Powers, Matrix, you name it, WB have probably done something with it at some time. And if you wanted to go back in time, no problem, we still have the Paramount Pictures stuff on a different planet.”

“Reawwy?” Elmer -who was a big fan of The [original] Addams Family - asked.

Rhythm smiled. “Reawwy - eh, really. All you have to do is step into the serververse...” He stepped to one side and a suddenly a glowing door appeared from nowhere. “...And you can go anywhere you want. Now...who’s with me?”

The other Looneys looked tempted, they really did. But after a shared glance and one of those ‘telepathic conversations’ they were so good at, Porky shook his head and said, politely but firmly. “T-th-thanks for t-t-the offer, Mr R-r-rhythm, but if it’s all the sa-the sam - makes no difference to you, we’ll stay here.”

The other looneys nodded.

Al-G-Rhythms eyes grew hard and his voice dropped to a baritone level as he said. “Well...don’t say I didn’t try and do it the nice way.”

Before any of the toons could ask what he meant though, Rhythm raised his hands and every toons except Bugs was lifted in the air, all with various shouts of surprise.

Bugs heart pounded as he looked at his family's frightened faces - some of them were clearly in pain - and he yelled. “Let ‘em go! Take me if ya hav’ ta!”

The other Looneys all started yelling at him not to do it, that it was a stupid idea. Rhythm looked at the grey rabbit and seemed to be considering it. Then he shrugged and - with a dramatic swoop of the arms - made all of Bugs family disappear.

“NNNNNNOOOOOO!” Bugs yelled and kind of did a little dance where he tried to go to one side, then the other, but realised that unlike his cartoons he had no idea what had just happened. “A’ight Buster.” Bugs growled. “What the fuck have you done with my family?”

“Oh!” Rhythm said, with false innocence and Bugs’s fist itched to punch him. “That was your family? Oh...I had no idea. From the way you treat them I thought it was the ‘Bugs Bunny’ show.”

“Yeah, a’ight, ya made ya point. Now bring ‘em back!”

“And where would the fun be in that?” Rhythm smirked, then became deadly serious. “Now listen to me ‘wabbit’ and listen carefully, course I ain’t sayin’ this again. I have sent your assistants-”

“-Brothers and sisters you mean.” Bugs corrected.

Rhythm looked surprised. “You consider Lola Bunny a sister? I thought you were dating.”

“Eh...” Bugs waved a hand. “That’s in canon Doc. This is ‘off-stage’ so ta speak.”

Rhythm hummed thoughtfully then - remembering he was supposed to giving a monologue - carried on with. “Whatever they are to you is no matter. The point is they are all spread across the servisverse and they’ve all been sent to random places that-” He laughed. “-Hell, even I don’t know! And YOU-” He pointed at Bugs. “-Have 6 months to find them and if you DON’T they will be deleted!” He started laughing hysterically.

“Eh...” Bugs said, left eye beginning to twitch. “Ya know Warner Bros have access to the servers as well and will realise we’re not in our world? They’ll then send us back.”

Rhythm scoffed. “You think I’m an idiot? I’ve thought of that - you wanna know how? Well, FORGET IT!” He suddenly bellowed, getting right in Bugs’s face. “I’m not going to tell you! You’ll have to figure it all out for yourself. but I’ll make it fair for you.” He said, voice taking on a soft, almost fatherly quality. “I promise that I won’t look at your progress until the last day, deal? Then you can’t say I’ve interfered. Deal?”

Bugs yelled his protestations at the top of his lungs, but Rhythm just laughed and disappeared back into the serververse.

*End flashback*

After the end of that flashback it was safe to say Pepe and Penelope were quite shocked. They were still trying to get there head around the fact that all this had happened in the 6 mere months they’d been away, when they heard a strange sound and saw Bugs crying.

Penelope hushed him and Pepe offered him a handkerchief. Bugs blew into it noisily at exactly the same time the horn blew before handing it back to Pepe who looked at it in disgust and threw it over the side of the ship.

“So what happened after that?” Penelope asked, fearing she already knew the answer. “Where are they?”

“Oi don’t know, okay!?” Bugs wailed. “I don’t know! Dere in different worlds somewhere, but I don’t know where and I don’t know how it works! Oi don’t know if they’ve just gone to the worlds, but without being able to shift so they stand out like a sore thumb or if they’re replacing someone else within dat world! In which case, where’s de character dere replacin’? Oi don’t know which worlds dere in, oi don’t know if dere safe or happy or bein’ tortured - I DON’T KN-!”

*SLAP*

Bugs blinked and felt the imprint Penelope’s hand had just left on him. “T’anks. Oi needed dat.”

“We weel get them back.” Pepe said, placing a hand reassuringly on Bugs’s shoulder. “Myself and Penelope will help you. We will not rest until out family, it iz complete!”

Bugs smiled shakily and wiped his eyes. “Well, dere’s one issue with dat-” Seeing his brother and sister’s curious look he gave a half-hysterical laugh and asked. “Well, why do you t’ink oi’m still here? Oi can’t get out. I’ve tried goin’ back through to Warner Bros central, oi can’t do it. The portal we use physically won’t let me through. Oi t’ink Rhythm has put some kind of block on me. To stop me leaving so oi can’t find da others. It’s de only thing that makes sense. An’ I’ve tried different versions of me as well from all across the years. King me, jester me, classic me, new me. I even tried Ace Bunny, dat’s how desperate oi was! I can’t leave-”

“-What about Chungus?” Penelope asked. Seeing the weird looks Pepe and Bugs were giving her she explained. “It sounds like Rhythm has put some sort of block on YOU. But...Big Chungus...he isn't technically a version of you, is he? He started out as a meme taken from when you were shape-shifting”

“He’s in ‘World of Mayhem.” Bugs said, doubtfully.

“Which is a game!” Penelope said, excitedly. “Not a tv show! Have you tried it? No? Well, give it a go!”

Feeling excited for the first time in 5 and a half months Bugs took a breath and started to shape himself into the monstrosity that was Big Chungus. When he had finished he smiled, leapt onto the mast and - donning a pirate hat and sword - yelled. “Full steam ahead! Warner Bros Central here we come!”

As the exit - aka the portal - that led to Warner Bros Central loomed over him Bugs felt nervous. ‘Please work, please work, please work-” He chanted under his breath.

Then with a flash of blinding light, they went through.

#Space Jam 2 #A New Legacy #Fanfiction #Space Jam 2 Fanfiction #Across The Serververse #Bugs Bunny #Al-G-Rhythm #Space Jam 2 AU #Pepe Le Pew #Penelope Pussycat #Looney Tunes #Looney Tunes Fanfiction #Family #Adventure

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sleepless-in-starbucks · 5 years ago

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Hewo! I know I was literally just hear but like, I like your inbox soooooooo yeh. ALSO you introduced me to my new obsession *coughAnalosleepcough* and that deserves some recognition or whatever. So uhhhhhhhhhhhhh, meep. quack quack. moo. mooove bitch get out the way. (in a john cena voice) ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THAT. I'm feeling very memey right now. Send help. Or send me Analosleep fics\headcanons. Whatever works to make sure I don't die. I'm sowwy I have done this (Not really tho)

oh,,,, so you want analosleep do you,,,, :3

a dangerous thing to say to an idle Me, Hewo…. a dangerous thing….

(warnings for sleep deprivation, self-deprecation specifically around feeling things/feeling sad, referenced nightmares + isolation, panic attack, happy ending ofc; tagging @emo-disaster for the fic idea + the fact that it’s their ot3 I’m legally obligated to tag ‘em)

When Logan shot up in bed in the dead of night, his first instinct was to slam a hand over his mouth.

Of course, this seemed to be a poor choice on his part- it was hard to breathe through sobs when you couldn’t pull in the air through your mouth, as sobbing often demanded you do- but in reality, it was the most logical one. It was the only way to muffle his sobs; aka, it was the only way to make sure he didn’t wake up his partners. They were cuddled against him, Virgil simply curling into his side whereas Remy had their arm through over his midsection. Though both were snoring softly, Logan knew that, if he wasn’t very careful, they’d be awake soon enough. Insomnia and poor sleeping habits made both of them into very light sleepers.

Which made the whole ‘not waking them as he fell apart’ thing a little difficult.

Slowly, Logan lifted Remy’s arm off of himself, tucking it against his partner’s side. Remy stirred at the movement, and Logan immediately froze, holding his breath as well as he could until Remy seemed to have settled back down.

He pushed himself up, careful not the creak the mattress too much as he quietly jumped over Remy. He hit the ground quietly enough, the result of having pulled this move off many times for happier reasons- usually to escape Remy trying to keep him in bed all day (and often being immediately caught a moment later by Virgil) or to get out so he could make a surprise breakfast for his partners. Using it in such unpleasant circumstances was grim, but if it worked…

Logan was careful as he crept out of the bedroom, well aware of exactly where the hazards and noisy spots were. He moved towards the dresser first, claiming his glasses before moving towards his escape. The door was tricky- it always squealed halfway through opening. Even opening it as little as possible, it still whined, and Logan winced, quickly turning back towards the bed to see if either of his loves had awakened.

Remy remained on their side, motionless and facing away from him, but Virgil had moved, face scrunched up as he reached out for the warmth that had left when Logan did, but his eyes thankfully still closed. Logan waited in the doorway as he watched Virgil grope about, letting out a small breath of relief when he found Remy’s arm and tugged them closer. With luck, he’d assume that Remy was Logan and fall back asleep, paying no mind to the lack of a third body in their shared bed.

Feeling secure in a successful escape, Logan slipped fully out of the bedroom, padding down the hallway towards the kitchen. He wiped impatiently at the drying tear tracks on his cheeks, happy that, at the very least, his sobbing had sorted itself out.

All he had to do now was get a drink of water, wash his face, take a breath, and go back to bed, pretending like nothing happened. Because that was the truth of the matter- nothing had happened! Nothing at all! It had just been some stupid nightmare- hell, was it even bad enough to be called a nightmare? Logan really didn’t think so.

After all, it had been bland- just him, him in some void of a place, all alone. Which was fine, what did he care, the only thing that even mattered a little was the odd lingering feeling dream-him had, the feeling that earlier he hadn’t been alone, that earlier Virgil and Remy had been there, but they were gone by the time the dream started, gone because they didn’t want to be there, gone because they didn’t want to be with Logan, gone because they had left him because they didn’t want him couldn’t deal with him couldn’t be with someone they didn’t love-

Logan stopped in the doorway to the kitchen, hand coming up to his mouth again as another sob tried to bubble out- this time not to muffle himself (the kitchen was down the hall from the bedroom, he was plenty far, he hoped) so much as to stop the sobbing before it could start up again.

Because it was pointless, really, to be crying over some stupid dream that wasn’t even real, that he knew wasn’t real and therefore didn’t matter to him at all, that didn’t mean anything because it was just. a. dream.

His body, however, wasn’t getting the message, and his attempts to stop his sobs were failing. All he could manage was keeping them quiet, even as he leaned against the kitchen doorway and slid down it, hitting the floor not-so-gently as he continued to remind himself why this all was just stupid.

Stupid, pointless, not even real, just a dream, get over yourself, even if it was real you could deal with it, this is stupid, whiny, emotional, this is-

“Honey?”

Logan froze at the sound of his partner’s voice. Why were they awake? He had been so careful- and they needed their sleep, why would they have come after him-

Remy was already dropping down to crouch next to him. They looked odd like this- hair messy instead of carefully arranged, sunglasses no where in sight, wearing baggy shirt and shorts instead of their fitting jacket and jeans- but they also looked soft, so Logan didn’t mind. At least, they normally looked soft- right now, forehead creased, eyes worried, they looked unhappy, and Logan hated that.

Logan opened his mouth to speak, but a sob came out instead, and even though he slapped his hand over his mouth as soon as it slipped out Remy had still heard it, their eyes only going wider in worry. They reached out, placing their hands on Logan’s shoulders. When he didn’t react, they started moving their hands over his arms, grounding, comforting, familiar.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, shh, you’re okay, I’m here, you’re safe, you’re okay, darling it’s alright, you’re alright.”

“Why are you awake?” Logan managed to ask, this time successfully stifling the sob that tried to slip out instead. There were still tears running down his face, yes, but it was dark- he could probably convince Remy it was just a trick of the light, convince them that Logan was fine, that they could go back to bed and Logan would be there soon enough, completely fine, as if nothing had happened (because, in Logan’s mind, nothing had).

“I woke up when you opened the door.” Remy answered, still running their hands over Logan’s arms soothingly. “Virgil did too. I thought you were just going to get water, but he said you looked upset.”

“I’m fine.”

Remy chuckled, but they sounded pained. “Babes, you’re crying on the kitchen floor at two am in the morning. This isn’t fine.”

“I’ll be fine.” Logan corrected. “You should- you can go back to bed, I’ll be there in a moment.”

“Then I can wait a moment so that we can go back to bed together.” Remy told him, one hand moving from Logan’s arm to cup his cheek, thumb wiping away some of his tears. “I know how you react to these things, love, and I’m not going to leave you alone to repress and ignore your problems away.”

“Go to bed, I’ll be fine.” Logan repeated, turning his head away from Remy and the hand cupping his cheek. He closed his eyes, as if pressing them shut would stop the flow of tears, would make Remy be sleeping again, would put everything back to a few minutes ago when everything- as far as his partners were aware- was fine, would make it so neither of them had to deal with him now, deal with him like this.

And that was the really ugly part of all this, the reason why he couldn’t just shake the thought, shake the stupid nightmare that wasn’t real- because it could be real, so easily, so easy that Logan was surprised it wasn’t real already, because his partners must have made some mistake when they picked him and every day that passed that they didn’t undo it was a miracle to him.

Because they were so- so feeling, Remy so lively and real and carefree, and Virgil may often be stuck in the throes of his anxiety but when he wasn’t he was so alive and bright and happy in his own way it was nearly infectious, and then there was Logan, Logan who had as many feelings as a worm and smushed them all down to the point they barely existed anyways, until all he was was stupid pointless outbursts and annoyance and waking up his partners who needed to sleep and not worry about him or his stupid fake unrealistic problems that came in the form of night time terrors and sobs he just couldn’t silence-

“-gan? Logan, I need you to breathe for me.”

Breathe? Why did he need to breathe? Wasn’t he already breathing? Why was Virgil (and when did Virgil get here?) asking him to breathe when he was already-

Oh.

He wasn’t breathing.

That was why.

He tried to do as Virgil asked, tried to take a breath in (since apparently at some point he had stopped), but it got stuck halfway up his throat, choking him instead. He bent over as he coughed, someone squeezing his hand reassuringly as he did so, Virgil still in front of him. Virgil took Logan’s free hand and pressed it against his chest.

“Breathe.” Virgil repeated, taking a deep breath as he spoke. Logan knew what he was doing- over-exaggerating his breaths so that Logan could follow them. Logan was more than grateful for the gesture.

It took a few minutes of Virgil coaching him through the breathing exercise and Remy- who Logan had finally identified as the one holding his hand- murmuring reassurances before Logan finally got his breathing under control. As soon as he did, Logan ducked his head, refusing to meet Virgil’s focused and earnest yet incredibly worried eyes any longer.

“Hey, Lo, can you look at me?”

Logan ignored Virgil’s polite ask. His boyfriend sighed before softly cupping Logan’s cheek. He didn’t force Logan to look up, however. “Can I see your pretty face, love?”

“Don’t want to.” Logan murmured, shaking his head minutely against Virgil’s palm.

“Alright.” Virgil responded easily, still cupping Logan’s cheek. “Can you tell me what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Logan said. “I’m fine.”

“You already tried that, hun.” Remy pointed out, words accusatory though his tone was only gentle. “And if I didn’t believe you before you had a panic attack, I’d definitely not believe you now.”

“I’ll be fine.” Logan said instead, well aware he was just repeating what he had told Remy earlier, hoping it would work this time. “I’ll be fine, just- you can just go back to bed, I’m sorry I woke you-”

“We’re not going back to bed until we know what’s wrong.” Virgil said, calmly but firmly. His hand remained against Logan’s cheek, thumb now rubbing a circle right beneath his eye. “And something’s pretty clearly wrong.”

“And whatever it is, you can tell us, sweetheart.” Remy added. “We won’t be angry, or upset, or anything. We just want to know what’s hurting you.”

“It’s stupid.” Logan told them bitterly.

Virgil clicked his tongue. “If it’s got you this worked up, it’s not stupid. And even if it were, I’d still want to hear it. We can’t help you til we know why you need help, starshine.”

Logan didn’t respond to that, allowing the conversation to be overtaken by silence. Remy and Virgil seemed to be alright with it, Virgil continuing to rub circles against Logan’s face and Remy continuing to ground him by squeezing his hand, neither of them showing any signs of stopping soon.

“…I had a dream.” Logan finally admitted after a good five minutes had passed, forced to accept that nothing he said would get his partners to simply give up on him (and a horribly illogical part of him spoke up too, saying this meant not escape but comfort, but Logan ignored that part). He cleared his throat. “A nightmare, actually.”

Both his partners made a noise of upset. “What was it about?” Virgil asked.

“Nothing, which is why it’s so stupid.” Logan lamented, angry at himself. “It was just me, sitting around doing nothing.”

“Is that all?” Virgil asked, gently prying, clearly unbelieving that there was nothing more to the nightmare.

“Yes!” Logan said, snapping, not at them but at the general idea of such a thing having brought him so low. “That was all- I was just there, minding my own business, alone, alone because-” Logan cut himself off, ignoring the lump that was starting to reform in his throat.

“Because what?” Remy pushed, quietly.

Logan swallowed. “Because-” He could say this, it wasn’t that hard, just the truth, “because you- you two had- you weren’t actually there I just knew that- that you had- you had left.”

Something that had just barely been fixed broke inside of Logan as he said that, and suddenly he was crying again, which really wasn’t making him feel any less stupid. Now, however, his partners were here, Virgil moving to hold Logan’s face with both his hands, gently wiping away the tears but not minding if he missed some; Remy’s grip moved from his hand to his waist, their arms wrapping around him and holding him comfortingly close.

“Shh, darling, handsome, honey-love, it’s okay, it’s alright.” Remy murmured, laying their forehead against the side of Logan’s head, a warm and real reminder that they were there. “No wonder you were upset, sweetness, I’d be upset too.”

“And it’s not stupid.” Virgil added, taking a moment to tuck Logan’s hair behind his ears so that Virgil could see his eyes. “Being left behind by people you care about is terrifying, Lo.”

“But it wasn’t real.” Logan protested, his voice raw and ugly from crying as he spoke. “It was just an illusion, a product of my mind, and you two are- you’re here, now, and not gone- yet- not gone and-”

“We’re not gone ever.” Virgil corrected. “You’re stuck with us forever.”

“I don’t know why…” Logan muttered, looking downwards, as if that would hide his comment.

“Because we love you, ya dork.” Remy said, voice light but sincere. “Because you’re cute and you make nerdy science jokes and have our favorite meals memorized even though you can’t cook and you’re the best at giving surprise cheek kisses and while it’s really stupid you’re always trying to be admirable and deal with your issues alone, which- like I said- is stupid, but sweet in theory.”

“Don’t want to bother you-”

“And you’re not.” Virgil cut him off, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “You’re our very beloved boyfriend, Logan. If you’re hurting, we want to help you. You’re never bothering us, especially not over something like this.”

Logan didn’t speak for a moment, processing what his partners had told him. He almost wanted to come back with a lie, almost wanted to look at it and find that their words were false and empty, but he didn’t find that- it was late, they were all tired, and yet their voices were real and honest, in a way that couldn’t be faked ten minutes after awakening.

With a sigh, Logan leaned his head forward, Virgil immediately moving up so that Logan’s head hit his shoulder. “I’m sorry.” He mumbled.

“Don’t be.” Virgil told him, starting to run his fingers through Logan’s hair. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I was being illogical.”

“We all are sometimes, dearest.” Remy said soothingly.

Once more, silence fell upon the three of them, but it was more comfortable this time, Logan allowing himself to relax against both his partners as they held him. The nightmare was still playing in the background of his mind, but it didn’t hold as much sway over him now, the loneliness of the false memory nothing against the warmth of his reality.

“Should we relocate?” Virgil asked after a good five minutes had passed, still combing through Logan’s hair. Logan had started to lean more and more heavily against him, slowly but surely falling back into the embrace of sleep.

Logan nodded against Virgil’s shoulder, humming tiredly. Crying took too much effort.

Virgil just chuckled. “Babe, you wanna pick up our moonbeam?”

“Of course.” Remy said, quietly but happily. There was some shifting around Logan- part of which involved him removing his head from the crook of Virgil’s neck- before he was settled in Remy’s arms, his partner holding him close against their chest.

“No offense, babe, but you look worse than I do when I haven’t had my coffee.” Remy teased as they carried Logan back towards their room, Virgil following behind.

“Oh, don’t be mean to him.”

“I’m just saying!”

Logan hummed again and pushed himself closer to Remy. “Shhhh.”

“Aw, sleepy nerd.”

Virgil gently slapped their arm for that one, Remy chuckling soundlessly before leaning over and giving Virgil a kiss. “Love you too.”

Finally, they reached their bedroom once more, Virgil pulling Logan’s glasses off for him as Remy settled him down on the bed.

“And this time-” Remy got on the bed as well, barely a second between them letting Logan go and them pulling him close against their chest once more, “you’re going to sleep until noon.”

“That’s too late.” Logan protested sleepily.

“And you’ve had a rough night.” Virgil said, climbing in behind Logan and wrapping his arms around both him and Remy. “You can have a little bit of sleeping in. As a treat.”

“That’s grammatically horrible.”

Virgil just laughed quietly and kissed the top of Logan’s head. “Go to sleep, nerd. Worry about my grammar in the morning.”

And, surrounded by the solid, real warmth of his partners who had no intentions of going anywhere, Logan did.

#analosleep #ts virgil #ts logan #ts remy #ts sleep #hewo anon #the cryptid speaks #the cryptid answers #sorry this took so long to write #and sorry it sucks ajdhbjfds #I don't like it much but eh #nb!remy #also completely unedited because we die like men

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sapphireginger · 2 years ago

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Title: Heart of a Hero: Chapter #1

Pairing: Steo [Stiles Stilinski + Theo Raeken]

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 3,864

Warnings:

Minor Character Death Blood & Injury Gunshot Wound School Shooting Mild Violence (Brief Description)

Full AO3 Link

Summary:

“Lockdown. Lock down the grounds. We have a shooter.”

Created For: @afgomegaversebingo / Square Filled: Omega Pregnancy

Life has been amazing for the two once again mates. They were looking into moving but hadn’t picked a place yet too focused on now having two little monkeys running around.

“Hey, kitten,” Theo says softly, curling around his mate’s back where Stiles stands at the stove.

Stiles smiles and leans against his mate, purring when the alpha’s hands cup his swollen belly. He’s only two months along but he’s showing quite a bit already. “Hey. How was work?”

Nipping the omega’s neck, Theo doesn’t answer right away, offering a soft hum against pale skin. “Good, but this is better.”

“You’re welcome,” Stiles says with a grin, his cheeks bright pink at the attention. He will never get tired of being doted on.

Two pairs of feet come barreling towards them and soon, Theo has two monkeys attached to his legs.

“DAAAAAAD!!!” the two boys shriek.

Stiles gives a soft chiding rumble and gestures to their baby brother who is sound asleep in his playpen. “Boys.”

Luka looks at their daddy with a frown. “Sorry, Daddy.”

Leo copies his brother, something he’s doing more and more of lately. “Sowwy 'oo, Da’dy.”

The adorableness of his children makes it hard for Stiles to stay mad. So, he scents them, ruffles their hair and ushers them to the table. His gaze locks with Theo’s and he offers a tired smile.

Since Stiles cooked, Theo serves them and they all dig in, the boys expressing their absolute love for the food.

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“Why can’t we stay home, Dad?” Luka asks as he looks out the window of the SUV.

Theo glances in the rearview mirror at his son and sighs softly. “Daddy and I have to work, pup.”

Luka sniffles. “Daddy is gonna miss my story though.” He glances at Leo when the younger boy squeezes his hand. Even as sleepy as he is, Leo recognizes when his brother is upset.

“I know. Daddy and I are so very sorry, Luka, but Aunt Lydia is going to record it for me and daddy to watch later. We’ll be there to pick you up from school. Okay?”

Aunt Lydia and Uncle Jordan let him and Leo stay on the steps until the SUV is out of sight, but then it’s bedtime.

Stiles drops Laiken off with Allison, grateful she has the day off tomorrow and not wanting to overwhelm his sister with all three boys at once.

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When the teacher calls his name, Luka goes to the front and takes a deep breath. Once he steadies himself, he begins to read from his paper.

“I am grateful that my daddy is my daddy and because of who he is and what he’s done for me my whole life, he is my hero.”

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“Really?” Luka says.

“Really really.”

“Do you think Daddy will like it?” he asks quietly, chewing his lip.

“Of course, Luka. Take the pass and come right back. Okay?” Ms. Peterson says.

“Yes ma’am. Thank you.” Luka takes the pass and leaves the classroom.

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During this past summer, Luka spent a lot of time at the school since his daddy teaches CPR and First Aid classes. So, he is easily able to find his way to the water fountain.

“Lockdown. Lock down the grounds. We have a shooter.”

Luka’s eyes widen in fear, but Leo hasn’t noticed yet and he intends to make sure Leo is safe. He quickly locks the bathroom door and goes over to his brother. “Leo?”

The boy looks up at him and tilts his head at his older brother’s expression. “Wuka otay?”

“I’m okay but we’re going to play a game. Okay?”

Leo smiles, his eyes lighting up. “Otay! Wha’ ‘ame?”

“Otay!” Leo says and giggles when Luka lifts him up and pushes him out the window. “Wha’ ‘ode Wuka?”

Luka swallows thickly. “I love you, braciszek.”

Leo tilts his head and smiles. “Wuv you ‘oo, Wuka!”

“Go find Aunt Lydia. Go!” Luka says urgently.

“Otay! I ‘o.

Luka nods, holding back tears. "Okay. Go," he says with more urgency.

Leo nods and waves. "Bah, Wuka!”

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BANG!

The sound is deafening, and Luka lets out a barely audible gasp. The bullet hits Luka right in the stomach and the little alpha is too stunned to do anything but gape in shock.

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Stiles has just gotten back from the ICU where a victim of the pileup is finally stabilized. Jordan hands him a cup of coffee and Stiles sends his brother in law a grateful tired smile.

Jordan’s radio crackles, interrupting their conversation.

“10-71 in progress. Barker Aspen Elementary school.”

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When Isaac arrives at the school he goes right up to Lydia and his second godson. “Stiles?” he says quietly so as not to disturb a now sleeping Leo.

“Kindergarten bathroom. Isaac it’s—”

“It’ll be okay, Lyds,” Isaac says and gently scents both her and the pup before heading inside to find his best friend.

»•»🔥«•« »•»🚑«•«

“Safe,” Isaac says.

Stiles snarls slightly, his focus on his son but his body tenses in preparation to fight if need be.

Isaac stills completely and watches in shock as Stiles sinks his fangs into Luka’s arm with zero hesitation.

The boy is startled but hardly feels anything but numb as he looks up at his daddy. “Kn’w yo’d co’e fur ma. Dad’y m’ he’o.”

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“Isaac? What’s up?”

“You need to get to the hospital, Theo. It’s Luka.”

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pillowfluffs · 5 years ago

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Guardian Demon!Jaehyun

Pairing: Jaehyun X Reader (gender neutral)

Genre: demon!AU, fanasy, slight slight angst?, fluff??

Summary: Everyone’s heard of a guardian angel, but what about a guardian demon?

Author’s note: At the time of writing this, i’m getting out of a slump, so I’m sorry if it’s insufficient i’m sowwy And as always, feedback is greatly appreciated! *Update while/ after writing this concept au: i tried uwu*

*Warning: mentions of violence and a bit gruesome...!*

He was there ever since you were born

He watched you pop out and from then, he was bound to you whether he liked it or not

Very protective of you, but never wants to really show it in front of others

like he would laugh at you when you tripped in front of the others basically, but when you tripped when he was alone, he caught you

At first, he really didn’t care for you

heck, he even tried to scare you/ make you cry when you were a baby trying to sleep at night

But when you saw him, you smiled and reached out for him; something no one he has guarded has ever done

When he first picked you up, you were so tiny and warm and squishy, but you didn’t cry, even seeing his giant black wings that were the size of his body when folded against his back

As you grew up, he began to conceal himself more, watching you from afar or invisible when close to you

Whenever you played outside, he watched over you from like the branch of a tree in the shadows or just sat on the edge of a roof

Visible to other guardians, but invisible to humans

His being was bound to you until the day you died

When you die, however, he would collect your soul and then he would be reassigned to someone else

It’s been like this for centuries

One day you were outside your house, drawing on the sidewalk with some chalk

You were so focused on perfecting your drawing of a cartoon character who you loved at the time, you didn’t even notice the white van parked at the end of the block, only a few houses away from where you were

You may not have noticed, but Jaehyun for sure noticed

He watched the van and the men in the van stoically as he sat beside you on the curb with his body stretched out, leaning back with his arms supporting his body

His large black wings were relaxed, sprawled across the sidewalk, but of course, no human could see him or them

You sat faced away from them, so you didn’t even see nor sense them approaching you

He turned his head, seeing if you would notice anything, but you were in your own little world

He sighed, realizing he would actually have to do something in order to protect you even though he finally just relaxed, soaking in the Summer afternoon sun

But looking back at the men, he realized he wouldn’t have to do too much; he could tell they were terrible kidnappers

They didn’t even try to dress like normal people; it was so obvious they were up to no good

They walked down the block, looking around making sure there was no one watching, and proceeded confidently

But of course, jaehyun was always watching, especially over you since he had to

He used his wings, pushing himself off the ground

He took a few steps away from you, grew horns out of his head, let embers of fire burn and fall from the ends of his wings, and let his eyes glow red as he approached the sinful men

They were a few steps away when Jaehyun suddenly appeared

Jaehyun stuck up a single finger, bringing them to his lips as if shushing them before the men could even react

They froze instantly on the spot and not a single peep came out of them

A corner of his lips curled upwards devilishly as he approached them, eyes burning like the dying flames of a fire

He relished in the fear practically dripping from the men

Their frozen bodies trembled as they watched him approach them, circling them with his wings and horns

Let’s just say you heard a small squeal from behind you, but when you turned around, you didn’t see anyone, except for a single black feather fall to the ground and Jaehyun got to enjoy a meal ;)

As you grew up, the level of his protectiveness varied

For example, a kid bullying you at school? The kid failed the next test

Some guardians like Sicheng and Jungwoo thought he was being a bit harsh, but some other demonic guardians like Donghyuk even thought he could be doing more

During your teenage years, he began to sit back more, just watching from a farther distance

But at night, all he wanted to do was take you away

Especially the nights where the shouting seemed to never end and all you could do was stay in your room curled up in bed, listening to it all

It broke his nonexistent heart

It was those nights when he would put you to sleep, blocking out the sound so you could sleep well

During high school, this was the time where he got to have some fun

He was all ears whenever he followed you around to you classes everyday, even intrigued and heard the classic high school drama which only amused him

But whenever someone said anything relatively negative about you, whether it be direct or not, they were going to be punished regardless

The harshest he’s ever punished from your school was declining their acceptance to university when they called you ugly from behind your back, even though you had never interacted with them at all

During testing season, it was during these times when even the demonic guardians had to play the role of the angel for once

And they hated it, but it had to be done

He chilled on your bed, skimming through one of your various textbooks while you were hunched over your desk, taking diligent notes

An hour of studying became hours and he just watched you overwork yourself until you fell asleep at your desk

“I’m not trying to collect your soul early,” he tsked as he pushed off your bed, grabbing a fleece blanket and draping it over your body as you slept

He stood beside you, looking at the notes you took, examining them closely

“Your handwriting is so messy,” he squinted at your notebook, trying to decipher whatever you were writing before he snapped his fingers, making them legible slightly

He sighed as he looked at your features, noting how you had grown into them well now that you were older

He leaned over you with one arm holding himself up on your desk, brushing a strand of hair from your face

“See? Isn’t it nice being nice?”

Jaehyun turned on the spot meeting a familiar face sitting on your windowsill

“Don’t you have to watch over your human, Sicheng?” Jaehyun shifted, leaning against your desk beside your sleeping figure

Sicheng wore a white shirt with a blue jean jacket and black jeans as he sat on your windowsill, letting his white wings hang out the window

His hair ruffled from the evening spring breeze and his wings seemed even more ethereal as the pale moonlight bounced off of him

“Like yours, mine fell asleep, only, they fell asleep in bed.” He tilted his head cutely

“Well, I’m not gonna carry them or tuck them in. They wanted to study, then I’m just going to let them study. If they fall asleep, then they sleep. Plain and simple, Cheng.”

“You really are heartless, wow,” he sighed as he stepped into your room

“May I?” he asked before he entered officially

“Do what you want,” he spoke coldly with his hands tucked into his pants pockets

He made his way to you, but he never touched you; only Jaehyun could do that, but he could use his abilities on you

With the wave of his hands, you began to levitate, floating towards you bed at Sicheng’s will

To top it, with the snap of his fingers, you were tucked in nice and snug into your bed

“Thanks…”

“Just try to take care of them well, and don’t put others in too much emotional trauma or physical pain,” Sicheng smiled and patted his shoulder before he flew off into the light sky himself

As much as he felt like he shouldn’t really care for your wellbeing, except in emergencies, he couldn’t hide the envy whenever he saw guardian angels do their roles

He wanted to do so much more for you and felt guilty towards you that you were stuck with a demon than a kind angel

There was kindness in him, he knew it; it’s just buried very very deep within and it wasn’t his nature to be kind

You slept soundly, clinging the blanket close to you as he knelt down beside you, letting his wings sprawl out on the ground

He took in your features, remembering back to when you were a cute little kid

Just then, your breath began to quicken as tears began to come out of your sleeping eyes

“Oh boy…” Jaehyun sat on the edge of your bed, carefully lifting you, and placed you in his lap

He combed his fingers through your hair gently. “Shh… it’s okay…” he whispered softly

His fingers acted as a comfort, but he also used his ability to search your mind, looking for the thing that caused you so much pain in your sleep

It was the typical human nightmare; failing to get into university and losing family and friends all in one giant mess

He sighed as he continued to just comb through your hair, looking back down to your sleeping face

You had calmed down and put his being to ease, but you also clung to him

“I won’t let that happen, Y/N…” He wiped away your tears and stayed with you throughout the night, only disappearing when you woke

Years later, you were out of college and fresh in the real world

Now that you were an adult, he grew excited since he could be more brutal if anyone crossed you

Like one time, you were driving home after work and let’s just say you didn’t have the best day

Your day got sooo much better when a car had rear ended you at a redlight

The two of you stepped out of your cars and you were faced with a large man

He took big strides towards you and began to raise his voice at you, even raising his arm as if he was going to hit you

This only made you scared and Jaehyun felt it

You tried to speak when he finished, reasoning with the clearly intoxicated man and how it was his fault but you were constantly cut off

He was in your face and at one point even shoved you roughly

This was when Jaehyun had had enough and not to lie, but he even grew a little giddy that he could do something to this bastard now

You had had enough too and just gave up and turned back, went to your car, and dug around for your insurance information to give to the man

(Don’t do this guys, really, epecially if it’s not your fault. Remain calm and take a stance!)

As you got back into your car, Jaehyun appeared in front of the man

“W-who are you?” his words slurred and stuttered, clearly alarmed as he took a small step back

Jaehyun simply stood there in his demonic form

As you got back out of your car, the man was shocked, his eyes wide as his body broke out into a cold sweat

“Uh, I-I’m sorry about all this. Just here,” he spoke rapidly as he grabbed all the cash from his wallet and politely handed it to you before he scurried back into his car, driving off

“What?” You stood there confused as you watched the taillights of his car disappear into the night

Jaehyun stood behind you the entire time, eyeing the man, scaring him even more with his wings flared, showing off how big they were

he smiled as he watched the man drive off, knowing he would fly by sometime in the middle of the night while you slept to enjoy a midnight snack

But he had to miss out on his meal when you got home, suddenly thanking whoever for always looking after you, even though you never felt like you deserved it

It honestly took him aback since no one’s ever done it besides you

Fast forward a few months

You moved into your first apartment

But it wasn’t in the safest place in the city

People around the city began to gradually disappear

News and police had claimed it to have been a gang of men, though, there had been very little to no sightings

The amount of security cameras as well as police patrols increased significantly

It was heavily advised for people not travel alone

A few weeks had passed since anyone had disappeared and fortunately, you hadn’t seen anything or anyone suspicious

But of course, it all went away when you went to go buy some ramen

It wasn’t even that late and the streets perpendicular to your block was filled with people like some sort of festival

You figured it was safe so you just went down the block to the convenience store, buying some instant noodles for a late night meal

Jaehyun followed from an aerial view of course, walking around on the rooftops, greeting other guardians as he saw them

“Whatcha doing?” Sicheng appeared besides Jaehyun as he walked along the edge of the rooftops, peering down to you

“As always, guarding, waiting for a chance to maybe snatch a soul if they hurt or cross them. You know, the usual,” Jaehyun replied, glancing to Sicheng. “How about you?”

“Same as you, except for the killing part… Whoops, sorry, gotta go, but watch over your human; it’s dangerous these days… Some guardians have even disappeared..” he said before he flew away, closer towards his own human

He heeded his words, looking down into the street and no longer finding you there

His eyes and horns appeared in a split second before he took to the sky

Everything was red, but all he looked for was the glow

The aura you always gave off since he was bound to you so whenever he lost sight of you, all he would have to do is go into his full demonic from and look for the glow

You shone like a beacon, moving away from him fast on the main road

He flew into the night, following your aura, feeling anger flow through him, curious as to who was stupid enough to kidnap you

By the time you stopped moving, he appeared at an old abandoned warehouse towards the edge of town, near the docks

He landed on the roof, watching through the wide skylight

You were suddenly dragged in by two men wearing all black into a room with about ten other men spread out with weapons of their own kind

You were thrown to the ground with your wrists tied behind your back and tape covering your mouth, completely helpless

Tears streamed down your face, as you tried to sit up

One of the men approached you, landing a hard blow across your face, sending a burning, stinging sensation into your left cheek

He stepped back and they all looked around as if they were waiting for something to happen, but nothing did

You laid on your side in pain, letting the tears roll down your face onto the dirt floor, terrified at what would happen next

After a few moments, another man approached you

You shook your head, whimpered, letting out cries and pleads and begs to not do whatever he was going to do, but the next thing you knew was darkness and pain

He kicked you hard into the stomach, knocking you out and this was when Jaehyun had had enough

“Where the hell are they?” a man asked boldly

The men began to argue and dispute, trying to figure out where a certain person was

Jaehyun could care less about them, and right now; all he could care about was you and you alone

With the sight twitch of his finger, all the lights had gone off in the building, throwing them all into darkness except for the mercy of the moon, providing a little bit of light, enough to allow them to collect their bearings

They cocked their guns, unsheathed their knives and other various weapons, preparing themselves for whatever

The glass from the sky light had shattered, allowing Jaehyun an entrance

He dropped down to the ground with a loud boom, landing between your unconscious from and the men who had everything pointed towards him

His horns twisted out of his head and his eyes glowed a burning fiery red in the dark

A broken halo formed above his head, catching on fire as he stared at the men, seeing their tainted souls through their bodies

“Ah, a demon this time…” a man whispered. “This’ll be a good one since they’re rare…”

“His wings are huge… We’ll be unstoppable…” more men whispered as they stared at what they could

“Gentlemen, the only thing you’ll be getting tonight… is death,” his voice dropped an octave before he lay waste to the men, ripping their limbs apart, detaching their sinful heads from their bodies

He thrived in their screams as they met their doom, courtesy of Jaehyun of course

Their bodies were laid out all over the abandoned space; if anything, they were more spread out since the limbs were all ripped from the bodies

He turned back and let his halo disintegrate back into dust, twist his horns back into his head, and let his eyes appear to be dark brown again

The lights had switched on with the single snap of his fingers

Now he really saw the work he had done and sort of regret not giving them an even more painful death

He turned towards your still unconscious figure on the ground, seeing not a single bit of blood on you

Now he really did feel proud

With the simple wave of his hand, the rope and tape was gone

He carefully lifted your body from the ground and took you home

Lucky for Jaehyun, you were unconscious through the whole fight and flight

But he still greatly worried for you

He laid you down on your back on your bed and with the simple wave of his hand, you were in pajamas; an oversized black tshirt and shorts

Your face had begun to bruise

He hooked his finger to the bottom of your shirt, lifting it just enough so he had a clear vision of your wound

A greenish-purplish bruise the size of his fist was on your stomach

“Woah, what happened?” Sicheng squeezed through the window with his eyes wide seeing you on the bed

“It was an ambush… Bastards thought by hurting them, they could I’m assuming summon the guardian… From what it sounded like, it honestly sounded like they were just using them as bait and were trying to steal our wings or powers…”

He thought back recalling the words and whispers the men shared upon seeing him, but it didn’t matter now; they were all dead

“You gotta put some ice on that.” Sicheng said as he was close to your body, looking at the wound

“I know.” With that said, A sudden cooling pack appeared in his hand out of thin air

He carefully pressed it to your body, applying an even pressure

You winced at the sudden cold feeling, beginning to regain consciousness

“Oop-” with that, Sicheng disappeared, but Jaehyun could see him of course. He just stood back

“Ow.” You reached up to feel your face, but suddenly feeling the coldness on your stomach

You looked down to see what was happening, only to see a man sitting beside you

To say you were surprised would be an understatement

You kicked back, suddenly regretting your movement and felt the burn through your stomach

“W-who are you and why are you here? H-how did you ev-”

“Stop moving and talking so much and lay back down. I’m treating your injury.”

“How’d I…” Memories suddenly flashed back and you didn’t even feel the tears gliding down your face

“I’m not here to hurt you… If anything, the complete opposite. I’m Jung Jaehyun, your guardian demon,” he spoke with his eyes, staring deep into your soul, yet it had the most calming effect

You stared back, taking in his features, then that’s when you saw his wings, unable to believe that you hadn’t noticed them earlier

You couldn’t place your finger on it, but you believed he was telling the truth; there was the strongest feeling of familiarity coming from him

He sat there confused, feeling strange himself as you just stared at him, unsure of what to do or say

“Y-you… I remember you…” Tears began to stream down your face, blurring your vision. “You tried to scare me when I was a kid… Have you been with me since?”

“Yes.” He nodded, feeling a slight bit guilty knowing Sicheng was still listening and knew he would make a comment later about it

What you did next even made Jaehyun stop breathing

You threw yourself at him, wrapping your arms around him tightly, crying into his shoulder. “T-Thank you…”

“Hey… shh…” He rubbed your back soothingly. “You don’t need to thank me, I’m bound to you.” He pulled you back, holding your crying face in his hand

“Those too…” you managed to push out. “You were the one that comforted me whene-” you winced at the pain on your stomach unable to finish

“Lay down.” He took you by the shoulders, pushing you back down gently

You didn’t argue and just did as he said

he pressed the ice pack against your tummy

a few hours passed with the two of you talking as he treated your wounds, wiping your remaining tears away

while talking, you couldn’t help but admit that he was quite handsome and quite the gentlemen despite being a demon too

he filled you with in stories of the things had done for you, some even clearing things up for you

you felt so warm and happy knowing that you had someone watching over you

the more you wanted to know, the more tired you became realizing the late hour

he sat beside you through everything all your life and you never knew you had someone so close to you

he had been telling you another story of yourself when you had drifted off to sleep listening to his soft baritone voice

you fell asleep with one arm as your pillow and the other holding his hand as he held the now squishy ice pack

he stopped his story, slowly taking his hand away to let you sleep when you squeezed his hand in yours tiredly

“stay with me… please?” You peeked your heavy eyes open, looking up to him

demons have no hearts since it wasn’t necessary for blood to be pumped through their bodies from an organ

their demonic bodies did it naturally for them

but Jaehyun had never desired to have a heart more than right now cause he know it would be doing flips right now

“alright,” he spoke softly

He tossed the ice pack behind him only for t to disappear into thin air before it could fall on the floor

You scooted over as he got in, attaching yourself to him as he laid down

the two of you laid down comfortable in each other’s arms - you more in Jaehyun’s arms tbh

his wings were spread out behind him, hanging off the bed

once you were comfy, you were asleep in a matter of moments

he didn’t require sleep so whenever you fell asleep, he either went out to find Sicheng or just wander around your place and other places

or just stayed beside you as you slept, making sure nothing happened as always

he laid still for the first time, feeling the natural warmth from the blanket rather his fire

and he had to admit, he felt the demonic equivalence of what it felt like to be sleepy to a human, but he would never fall asleep

He turned his head around, seeing Sicheng still there

he sat in your chair with popcorn in his hand and the glasses used for 3D movies on his head, eating it as if he was watching a movie

“You entertained?” he spoke firmly, but not loud enough to wake you

“Very much so. That was like a whole drama. 10/10.” He gave a smug smile with a thumbs up

Jaehyun cracked a smile, shaking his head

“Let me know what happens in part two, I have to go,” he said as his accessories disappeared and he crawled out your window, flying off

“part two, my ass,” he scoffed pulling you closer to him, closing his eyes as if he were to sleep

for the first time in his immortal life, Jaehyun didn’t want to collect the soul of the human he was bound to guard

and he never felt a stronger urge to protect his human until this moment with you

your soul was one he wanted to cherish and protect forever and he vowed to himself to do so

~~~~~ Masterlist for more! Thank you for reading!

Draft made: July 1, 2019 at 7:04pm EST Final Draft made: July 10, 2019 at 6:41pm EST Posted: August 4, 2019 at 1:30pm EST

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xx-thedarklord-xx · 6 years ago

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Imaginary Playground

Crowds had never been something Harry liked. Too many people, too many stares and too many comments. It just got worse when he had James. If people wanted to stare at him then fine, but they did not have to stare at his son.

“Please? I’ll clean my room.”

Harry eyed Imaginary Playground—an insanely packed store—with trepidation before he looked down into wide green eyes.

“Your room is already clean.”

“I’ll clean your room then.”

Harry couldn’t stop the smile that spread as James clapped his hands together and moved his feet rapidly in an odd dance.

“You are such a brat.”

“Is that a yes?”

“Why do you want to go in there? You have toys at home that you don’t even play with.”

James crossed his arms and harrumphed. “I don’t want any new toys.”

Suspicion rose at how earnest James seemed. A child turning down toys? His child turning down toys—unlikely.

“Then what do you want?”

“I want you to ask the owner about the dragons out front,” James pointed to enlarged wooden carvings that roared when people were rude and preened when called cute.

“We’re not buying one.” He looked inside the shop windows and eyed the crowd again. It wasn’t until he caught sight of a familiar mop of blond hair that he couldn’t use the crowd as an excuse. He didn’t want to go in because of the owner.

“Dad.” It was said with such a heavy sigh that Harry snorted. “I don’t want one.”

He was still suspicious but there was nothing he wouldn’t do for James, and unfortunately, that included talking to Malfoy.

Draco was tired, it was his third day in a row working a 14-hour shift and he had a semi-permanent headache that refused to leave. Thank Merlin his assistant manager was coming back from vacation tomorrow.

A glance at the gaudy clock Pansy had gifted him last year said he only had an hour left. One hour, he could do it.

“Please don’t eat the building blocks,” Draco said without looking away from the clock. “They are rather sensitive and tend to cry.”

“Sowwy.”

Draco peered over the counter until he could see the child who still had his lips resting on the blocks that were now floating. Typically, his building blocks were picky with who could play with them but the pair in the boys’ hands let him slobber all over them and still remained.

“Tell you what, you tell your parents that I said you could have that at a discounted price, okay?”

The child’s eyes widened, and he smiled a toothy grin that made Draco want to give him the blocks for free. He watched the child run off to his Mum and not for the first time he was grateful for what he did.

“Excuse me?”

Draco straightened up, a little bummed that his brief moment of peace was over.

“Oh,” he said as he realized who was in front of him. It wasn’t often Potter came in; most of the time it was his kid that did.

Potter smiled but it was a bit of a grimace and his hand was on the back of his neck. James, however, was waving and smiling so widely that his eyes crinkled.

“I know you are busy, but my son had a question and he’s persistent.”

“Dad.” The whine was cute, but the way Potter smiled at James was even cuter.

Draco leaned on the counter as he looked down. “What were you wanting to know James?”

James pointed at his chest as he whispered, “You know my name?”

“I sure do,” Draco said with a chuckle. “You come in here enough. How are the miniature dragons you bought last week doing? Did your stepdad like the one you picked out?”

A small gasp left James as he scooted closer to the counter and placed his hands on top.

“You remember what I said?”

Draco leaned over the counter till his face was closer. “I remember all of my favourite customers.”

James looked down as his foot rubbed into the floor and he let out a soft laugh. There was a redness to his cheeks, and it melted Draco’s heart.

“Thank you,” Potter said, and the quiet tone drew Draco’s attention. He wasn’t sure what to do with the gentle way Potter regarded him or the small smile on his face.

An ‘oomf’ left Potter as James nudged him hard in the side.

“Right, James wants to know if your dragons out front are safe.”

“What?” Draco’s brows furrowed before he looked out the window to make sure his displays were still there.

“He wants to know how you decide which dragons get to be inside and which ones get to be outside since it’s winter and whether they are safe.”

Draco was positive his entire being had melted. When James nodded, lip worried between his teeth and a sad expression on his face, he wanted to coo.

“I don’t know if you know this,” Draco began quietly as James perked up. “But I made each one of those dragons. It took quite a long time and during the process, I knew that I could never sell them. They mean a lot to me and I wanted them to represent my shop, so I placed a few outside and a few inside.”

“They are pretty.”

“Thank you,” Draco said with a grin as he ruffled James’ already messy hair. “The dragons take turns rotating. I promise you that they are safe and are equally outside.”

James pursed his lips as his forehead wrinkled. “But what if they get cold?”

“I’ll take care of them.”

James nodded so fast that his hair fell forward, and Draco reached out to move his hair out of his eyes.

“Thank you,” James mumbled, eyes on the counter.

“Yes,” Potter said softly as he picked up one of James’ hands. “Thank you for indulging us despite being so busy.”

So polite. Was that Potter’s doing? Were all Potters polite?

Draco reached underneath the counter and pulled out a block of wood before he held out his hand.

“Me?” James asked, eyes wide.

“You.” Draco placed the block on James' hand and pulsed his magic into a small zap.

James gasped when Draco’s hand was removed, and the wood began to expand and twist.

“It’s a dragon!” James cried as his mouth fell open. The dragon was small, but it was a deep blue with grey stripes along the talons.

“Last week when you came in, you got your stepdad, Mum and cousins dragons but you never got yourself one. Why is that?”

“I didn’t have enough allowance.”

“I thought so.” Draco murmured. “So that’s why I made this one for you.”

James hugged the dragon to his chest and let out a giggle when the dragon licked his chin and let out a soft roar. “Oh, thank you! Thank you, Mister Malfoy!”

“You didn’t have to do that,” Potter said. “I would have gotten him one if he wanted.”

“I know,” and he did, Potter was soft like that. “I wanted to. I told you he was my favourite,” he winked and when Potter flushed, Draco grinned.

Cute.

“What do I have to do to be your favourite?” Potter asked, brows arched and a teasing smile on his face.

“Come see me more often.”

“That’s a ploy to get me to spend money.”

“Good things don’t come cheap.”

Potter laughed, the sound so free and it was something Draco wanted to bottle and examine. It was something he wanted to make come to life. His mind never stopped wanting to create things and his magic was itching to carve something.

“Alright, I’ll stop by again.”

Before Draco could say that he looked forward to it, Potter rubbed the back of his neck again.

“And maybe it could be after hours? When it’s just the two of us.”

“Are you asking Mister Malfoy on a date?” James said loudly, far too loud to not have been heard.

Potter covered his face with his hands.

“Yeah, Potter, are you asking me out?”

“I’m trying to.”

Draco was horribly endeared by Potter. James had melted his heart and if Potter wasn’t careful, he’d steal his heart too.

But as Potter peeked through his fingers, face red and eyes soft, Draco realized that was okay.

Potter could have his heart.

“Yes, I’d love to.”

It wasn’t until several soft gazes and shy smiles later that Potter and James turned to leave the store.

“You still have to clean my room,” Draco could hear Potter say.

“I was just kidding!” Potter cried as the dragon started to chase him and James’ laughter rang out before the door closed and the murmurs of the store was all he could hear.

As Draco looked around his shop, he could see boxes that needed to be picked up, areas that needed to be disinfected, messes that would take hours and still far too many customers to get out on time, but that was okay.

This was his life and he loved it.

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This was inspired by a tumblr post that I will link in the comments. I would like to thank @random-realist for the quick beta, thank you so much!

#Drarry #Draco Malfoy #Harry Potter #James Sirius Potter #Single Parent Harry Potter #fluffy #Shop Owner Draco #fluff #adorable James #ficle #XxTheDarkLordxX writes

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moondropcavernsanctuary · 5 years ago

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Bloody Beginnings || Chapter 1 Start

"Um... Are you referring to me?"

Standing yet again pretty far from the rest of you was the girl you had come to know as Akane. She blinked at Komori incredulously as the bat pointed at her. Komori nodded and began stomping squeakily towards the girl.

"Yes! This game is only for Hope's Peak Academy's 76th class to participate in, and you don't even belong here! I don't know what you think you're doing here but since outsiders aren't permitted to participate in the game..."

As if on cue; dozens of razor sharp claws suddenly, and rather comically, extruded from Komori’s wings as she gave Akane a devilish stare.

"You'll have to be disposed of~!"

"W-What? You can't be serious-!"

Unfortunately Akane never got the chance to finish before Komori was lunging at her at an unreal speed. What happened next was almost too fast and hectic to make out. As Komori slashed and attacked the girl in a frenzy all you could hear was blood curdling screams as blood splattered the ground and ceiling all around you. When it was all over you heard a hard 'thump' and saw Akane collapse to the ground in a puddle of her own blood as Komori landed a couple feet away.

With deep gashes and stab wounds all over, Akane stared up at the ceiling with pained wheezes and gasps as she quickly bled out. In her final moments you could have sworn you saw her murmuring something as the light faded from her eyes.

The strange girl who you barely got to know was dead, and she had died right before your very eyes.

...

"...Oh deary me, I may have gotten a little carried away there. I'm so vewy sowwy you had to see that! ...Well! Regardless of the messiness of it all let this all be a lesson to you all my dears~ I am very serious and the Mutual Killing Game will be happening."

"For now I'm gonna go wash myself off before cleaning up this place. I will also be dropping off your own personal Komori Tablets in your tent- they have the rules, guidelines, and a bunch of nifty features on them so I suggest checking them out. If you need anything else in the meantime don't hesitate to ask~!"

With that Komori finally leaves you all be. After a display like that you're not sure what to think. Komori's explanation, the mutual killing game, Akane's sudden death- what was the meaning of this all? You could only hope that no one would actually participate in this messed up game Komori had planned for you.

Just what kind of cruel twist of fate was this...?

[CHAPTER 1... START!]

#moondropcavernsanctuary #chapter 1 #plot

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dreamerfae · 5 years ago

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Cook Off

Summary: Ichika wanted to taste her mother's cooking and it ended up making Touka upset. It's up to Kaneki to make things right.

Word Count: 1832

Rating: Teens and Up

Genre: Fluff

After hearing about how her friends' mothers would cook meals for them, Ichika wanted her mother to do so as well. In the 6 years she was born, it has always only been Papa cooking for her. Just once, she wanted to taste her mother's cooking.

"Mama! I wanna eat the food you cook!"

Touka's face paled at her daughter exclamation and she forced a smile before squatting down to Ichika's height. "Mama's not good at cooking so I can't cook for you, darling."

The girl pouted. "But my friends' mothers all can cook!"

Touka suddenly felt guilty about her lack of cooking skills. Just then, Kaneki walked into the room and Ichika ran over to her papa with a squeal. "Papa!"

He took his daughter's tackle with an 'oof' and hugged her tight. He shot a smile at his wife who returned the smile before grinning down at his daughter. "I heard something about wanting to eat mama's cooking."

"Mm! Actually, I wanna eat both of mama's and papa's cooking. Then we can compare!!"

Kaneki glanced over to his wife worriedly who only shook her head with a frown. "Your mama doesn't want to, Ichika. Maybe I'll just cook for you? Your favorite omelet rice."

"Eh????? I want mama's cooking too!!!" Ichika sat her bum on the floor, crossed her arms across her chest and started to sulk. "I want mama, mama, mama's!!!!"

The parents looked at each other worriedly and sighed in agreement. They just couldn't bear the sight of their daughter being unhappy since she was their darling baby after all. Kaneki patted his daughter's head. "Alright, but it'll take some time. Won't you go sit somewhere and play first?"

The little girl grinned and jumped up. "Okay!!!"

As they watched her run over to her toys at the living room, they turned to one another and Kaneki could see how panicked his wife was with the exasperated look on her face. "What am I going to do?!! I can't cook!" She exclaimed, but softly so Ichika wouldn't hear.

He placed his hands on her shoulders and smiled. "It's okay. I'll help you along the way. Get an apron."

—

Whilst Ichika played with her dinosaurs, the married couple walked around the kitchen, preparing the ingredients for their dishes and washed the cutlery. Touka stood at the counter, stared down at the ingredients that laid on the table before glancing to her husband. "What now?"

"Now, we'll start cutting them." Kaneki positioned himself behind her, placed his hands over hers which held the vegetable and the knife. His warm breath in her ear sent shivers down her spine and she elbowed him in the stomach. He choked.

"You're taking advantage of this situation to do this, aren't you?" Touka asked.

He squeezed her body in his arms tightly and grinned. "Yes. I'll take any chance to hug my beautiful wife."

She let out a happy sigh and allowed him to continue teaching her. With work and whatnot, they haven't been able to spend much time with one another. The cooking was coming along well, until Ichika spotted her parents leaning towards each other for a kiss and ran to them. "No! You're supposed to be cooking for Ichika!" She had her hands on her hips and lips out in a pout.

Kaneki chuckled because he thought that she looked like Touka when she was angry. "Papa!" She screamed, startling him into a flinch. Wow, she screamed like his wife did.

"Okay, okay. We'll stop! I'll do my cooking and mama will do hers, alright?" He asked softly.

The pout on her face turned into a grin. "Okay!!"

The little girl returned to her playing whilst Kaneki mouthed 'sorry' to his wife who gave him a pleading look and walked to his part of the kitchen.

—

After an hour, the dishes were finally done as the parents set them on the dining table beside one another. The left dish was Touka's which looked messy and inedible, while the right dish was Kaneki's which was full of color and looked delicious. Not caring about the appearance, Ichika's mouth watered and didn't notice her father holding her mother's hand because she was fidgeting anxiously.

"It'll be alright," he whispered and she relaxed slightly at his words.

"Thanks for the food!" Ichika exclaimed and stuffed her mother's horrible-looking dish into her mouth first. What happened next broke Touka's heart.

Her daughter wore a disgusted expression on her face and spat the food out onto the table. "Ewww! It's salty and spicy and bitter—"

"Ichika." Kaneki sternly said, and she kept her mouth shut. "It's rude to do that. Say sorry to your mother."

"Sowwy...but it's really bad, mama!" She apologized but still tried to justify her actions. But Touka had a sorrowful smile on her face and patted her daughter's head.

"I'm sorry mama can't cook and that you had to eat something so horrible. If you want to eat some nice food, get your papa to make it for you."

With that, she turned, headed for the bedroom and closed the door behind her. Kaneki frowned at his daughter, who pulled on the hem of his shirt. "I'm sorry, papa! I didn't mean to make mama sad!"

He placed a hand on her head with a hesitant smile. "Be a good girl and eat the food, okay? Mama cooked because you wanted to eat her food so make sure you finish everything, including my dish. Papa will go talk to mama, don't worry."

Kaneki entered their bedroom and closed the door gently behind him. He saw his wife standing in front of their cupboard with her head down. "Don't mind her. She's still a child."

"..precisely because she's a child that her words are not lies. My cooking really is horrible..."

"That's not true. Besides, you don't eat human food. It's normal that you don't know how to cook." He answered as he walked towards her.

"Still... I feel hurt. It makes me feel like I'm a failure as a mother. I can't cook, I can't do housework, I can't do anything right."

It was just one small drop, but he could see the tear that fell down her eyes and down her cheeks. He knew that she was speaking the truth, seeing as how she had one arm crossed below her chest, hand holding onto her arm. She did that whenever she was feeling insecure.

His arms came around her waist and he kissed her head. "It's okay. I'm not a perfect parent either. We promised that we'd learn together, right? To be good parents to Ichika. And I definitely did not fall in love with your cooking skills." He joked, earning a hit on the chest by his wife.

"This isn't a joke, you idiot. I'm talking about this seriously! I feel like I'm losing to you in the parenting thing. It's like you can do it better than me and it makes me feel stupid." She murmured, burying his face into his chest.

He pressed his lips into a thin line. "Yes, you may not be good in cooking, laundry, housework, and many other things—" he held back a grin when she hit his chest again. "But you only need to know that while I do have my strengths, I also have my weaknesses and you were the only one who was by my side in my weakest moments. You were, and still are my pillar of strength, and I love you for that. It's because of you that I was about to come back to you and Ichika."

Kaneki knew his words were working on her when he felt her smile against his chest. He cupped her cheeks and made sure to look straight into her teary blue eyes. "No degree of lack of cooking skills, housework and—Ow!" He groaned as another one of her punches landed.

"You're making fun of me, aren't you?!"

Despite the statement, she finally had a smile on her face.

He cleared his throat. "No, I am not. To continue, I was saying that nothing would make me love you less. You are my beautiful wife and mother to my children. So don't be upset anymore, okay? It makes me sad when you're sad." He says, wiping away her tears with his thumbs.

"You cheater. Why ask when you know that I can't stay upset after those words? Fine, I won't be upset anymore. But you gotta make it up to me for being so good at everything."

His eyes crinkled from his grin and he played with her violet strands. "And what would that be, my darling wife?"

"Kiss me, husband." She purred.

The kiss he gave her made her want to cry from its gentleness and simultaneously made her want to ask more from him that night. The way he pulled back with a smug look on his face told her that he had kissed her so passionately on purpose.

"You ass. You better follow up with that kiss tonight!"

He smiled, pecked her on the nose before turning. "I will!"

After Kaneki exited the bedroom, he found his daughter standing there with her head down in shame whilst her hands squeezed with the ends of her rabbit t-shirt. He settled the woman in the room, now he had to settle this little girl. "Ichika, do you know what you did wrong?"

"I insulted mama's cooking." Ichika answered, eyes not leaving the floor.

"That's right and mama's upset about it. Listen, I know you wanted to taste her cooking but just know that even though your mama can't cook, she tried her best and it wasn't very nice to do that to her. She's not good in a lot of things but she puts in her best effort, be it in housework and cooking."

Tears brimmed in her eyes. "I know. I'm sorry, papa. I won't do it again."

He sighed and squatted down to make sure he was on eye level with his daughter. "It's good that you know your mistake. Meet me in the kitchen tomorrow at 8am. I'll teach you how to cook."

The next morning...

Touka groaned in frustration when she stretched out her arm and found her husband's side of the bed empty. She rose, washed up and changed clothes before heading out to the living room. As soon as she entered the kitchen, she saw Ichika running towards her with a plate of weird-looking thing on it. "Mama! I tried to make what you made yesterday but I failed! I'm sowwy for saying that your food tasted horrible!"

Tears flowed down her small face as she sniffed and Touka patted her head with a smile. "You're forgiven. From now on, we'll both learn how to cook from papa, okay?"

She looked to Kaneki who nodded at her with a warm smile. Ichika grinned widely and tackled her mother with a hug. "Mm!!"

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Sharing Is Caring (Except When You’re Sick) Chapter 9 (Sick!Luther and Sick!Klaus)

Chapter 9 of the fic I co-wrote with @hargreevesstyles and can still be read on her page!

BADA BING BADA BOOM

The next time Klaus opened his eyes, there was light coming in through his window, and the littlest Hargreeves was hovering over him like some sort of demented guardian angel.

“Jesus, Five!” he pushed himself up on his elbows and crossed his arms over his chest. “I thought you were my sleep paralysis demon, just standing there looking all… dementor-y.”

“You literally see ghosts all the time, get a grip.”

“What time is it?”

“Noon-thirty. Open up.” Five stuck the thermometer that had apparently been in his pocket in Klaus’ mouth.

“99.9,” Five read. “We’re on the decline. That still didn’t stop Five from pulling the hand sanitizer out of his pocket and dousing his hands in it. “How’re you feeling?” Klaus shrugged.

“Just peachy, lil bro.” He ruffled Five’s hair and grinned at him; Five raised both brows at him and said nothing. “Ugh, I dunno, Five, I just fucking woke up. Not as shitty, I guess? Still kinda shivery but mostly I-hih’nxtshu! my throat is still sore and I’m a little…hih’eshieww-n’kt! a little sneezy.”

Five had backed away slightly. “Gesundheit. Are you hungry?” When Klaus nodded, he copied the gesture, looking at him like a doctor who had just ticked something off a list. “Good. I think lunch is almost ready.”

Five poofed away, and Klaus trudged down the staircase. He stopped at the bottom when he heard Diego’s voice.

“Fine. If you insist on helping, can you pass me the… are you gonna-”

“Heh-NGXTchew!”

“Put that down. Now!”

“Hh’GXTchu! Sorry.”

Klaus walked quietly to the kitchen and stood in the doorway, watching Diego and Luther fight over a big salad bowl. Diego won, or maybe Luther let him win. He took it to the sink to wash it.

“Diego, come on, I covered my mouth-”

“I don’t care. I want you out of this kitchen. You’ll just get everyone else sick.”

“I’m not sick even anymore!”

“You just sneezed. Twice.”

“I always sneeze twice, dumbass.”

“Oh, my bad.” Diego sneered. “Do you always do everything in your power to get your family sick, too?”

Klaus could swear he saw Diego tense up as if he was expecting to be hit but couldn’t show his fear.

Luther clenched his jaw. “You’ve been nothing but an absolute shitheel to me this whole time.”

“Oh, you’ll get over it, you’re a big boy.”

“I want you to say you’re sorry.” Luther’s voice was quiet, yet threatening. Diego rolled his eyes.

“Or what, you’ll sneeze on me?” Luther glared daggers down at him. In response, Diego put on a play-sad face, pouting like a child; Klaus bit down on his lip to keep from laughing. “I’m so sowwy, Lulu. I was a big meanie to you.”

Luther finally caved, punching the countertop he was leaning on. The whole thing shook; his strength was definitely coming back. Klaus flinched and nearly gave himself away. Diego did, too, but he played it off pretty well.

“That’s not what I meant, asshole.”

“Oh, I’m the asshole?” Diego shook his head with a little sneer. “I’m not the one who couldn’t keep my monkey flu to myself.”

Klaus could tell that was the final straw for Luther, by the way he clenched his fists at his sides. With a shitty little grin, he crept over to lean on another wall, watching his brothers intently.

Luther raised his fist in the air as if in warning, and Diego’s hand as finding its way towards the dishrack, towards the compartment for knives.

Then there was a flash of blue in between them. The knife in Diego’s hand was thrown into the sink, and Luther’s fist had a scrawny one on top of it.

“Let go, Five,” Luther threatened.

“No. You two need to stop. Put your hand down.” Luther grunted but obliged. “You two are incorrigible – especially you,” he pointed his finger at Diego. “You know Luther’s probably still worn out from being sick, and you still knowingly would fight him?” Diego held a threatening finger against Five’s chest.

“I don’t wanna hear anything from you, not after what you did to me yesterday.”

“Hihh’Ixghtshiew!” Klaus finally let out the sneeze he’d been holding back that whole time. When he looked up from his elbows, three pairs of eyes were on him. “Hi, guys.” He grinned. “Carry on, you two! Five, why don’t you make some popcorn?”

Diego grabbed a tissue box off the counter and chucked it at Klaus. He ordered, “Blow your damn nose. Luther, just go upstairs until you’re completely better, okay? Please?”

Klaus blew his nose heavily. He sighed in satisfaction as he was actually able to clear a little of his congestion. Unfortunately, this was the part of the cold where Klaus’ nose was beginning to become unblocked but this meant it wouldn’t stop leaking. He sat at the counter while Diego worked on lunch, blowing his nose what felt like every other minute, and keeping a tissue pressed underneath his nose in between.

“You don’t sound too good,” Diego noted. Klaus shrugged. “You need more medicine?”

Klaus shook his head. “Nah, I should be able to shake this thing on my own now. Hh-ingxht! Di-hieehhh-Diego hhandmeanothertissuehihh!” Diego was busy tossing the salad and couldn’t get to the tissues in time. “Heehhetshieh-h’esshuh!!”

“You good, bud?” Diego asked as Klaus kept his hands pressed up to his face. “Need a tissue?”

Klaus nodded. Diego grabbed a couple from the box and handed them to Klaus, who kept one hand firmly over his nose and mouth and slowly used the tissues to mop up the mess.

“These are messy now,” Klaus laughed. He sniffled. “I’m gonna need more tissues. Yeah, I know. No, really I think it’s okay. I haven’t been sneezing that much! Yes compared to yesterday! You weren’t even here half the damn time! Where even were you?”

It still threw Diego off whenever Klaus started talking to Ben in the middle of a conversation. Klaus really did look crazy, especially right now. His bedhead was a mess and his eyes and nose were running heavily. The bags under his eyes were as prominent as ever, indicative of another night of restless sleep. The talking to someone who didn’t seem to be there was just the cherry on top.

“Diego? Diego!”

“Huh? What, Klaus?”

Klaus sniffled, “I asked if you could get me a glass of water.” Diego obliged and Klaus gulped down the water like he hadn’t had it in days.

Then he held out the glass for more. Diego refilled it for him twice.

“You sure you don’t need some of that throat spray?” Diego asked, shutting the water off. He’d left it on the whole time after he first rinsed the salad.

Klaus finally set his glass down and shook his head. “No, I’m good. Besides, that shit doesn’t work anyway.” He rested his head in his arms on the counter, shooting Diego a hopeful look. “Can I help?” He wasn’t feeling as exhausted at the moment. In fact, he was pretty antsy. And bored.

Diego put the newly-rinsed salad down on the counter in front of Klaus. “Did you not hear what I just told Luther?”

Klaus shrugged. “I thought you were just mad at him.”

With an eye-roll, Diego set the salad bowl in front of Klaus. “You can bring this to the table. And then I want you to sit and wait, okay? Besides, I’m pretty much done.”

Klaus did as he was told, and Diego set lunch at the places designated on the table: four caprese sandwiches and bowls for salad were located on the placemats where the other siblings would sit.

Klaus watched as Five, Vanya, and Luther took their seats and started eating their sandwiches. Allison was out, and Eudora had left for work at 7am.

Klaus looked down at his empty placemat and furrowed his brows. “What about me?” he whined. “I’m starving.”

Then the microwave beeped. Klaus hadn’t even known it was on. He frowned when Diego pulled out a steaming hot bowl of reheated soup and place it down in front of him.

“What the hell, Diego? I want a sandwich!” Klaus immediately grabbed at his throat; yelling was not the best thing for him right now.

“No dairy until your throat feels better. Eat your soup,” Five commanded through his final mouthful of sandwich. He’d wolfed down his food in the time it took Vanya to eat a quarter of hers and Luther to pick his food into tiny little pieces, which he was just starting to eat.

“But I’m hungry!” Klaus whined. “I haven’t eaten solid food ihh.. In-xgtsh-ishyuueh! Huhhr’tDEzhiuuh – days!”

“Bless you.” Vanya put a gentle hand on Klaus’ shoulder. “Five is right. And we’ve got to finish this soup off somehow.”

Klaus huffed. “That’s all I’m good for?” he rasped. Nonetheless, he ate his soup. It helped with his throat a bit, and he realized pretty soon that he couldn’t taste anything anyway, which shut him up about it.

The rest of lunch went off without a hitch. The soup helped relieve even more of the congestion, causing his nose to run. Or, maybe Vanya was helping him again, she was smiling at him a lot anyway. Klaus didn’t care, though. He was pleased to blow through three napkins regardless.

Luther was doing much better, he was able to talk without any pain now. Which meant everyone had to sit through his tangents about his “very important” research on moon rocks. Diego looked about ready to explode. And Klaus was ready to fall asleep into his soup bowl.

Or, maybe Klaus was just a lot sleepier than he’d been twenty minutes ago. Nonetheless, he allowed Diego to help him to the couch.

“Thanks, D,” he mumbled into the pillows. “I’m just gonna take a little cat nap, okay?”

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