#who would worry his mum wouldn't love him any more

[ghostgirl101]

Hi! I saw you did a obsessed oliver quick, would you consider doing the same for felix catton?

Dating Felix Catton Would Be Like This...

A/N: I would absolutely consider it, and here you are 😎 also if anyone has any oneshot ideas for Oliver or any of the other Saltburn guys then drop them in my inbox, I wouldn't mind writing a proper imagine scenario for them too 📩 next up is more Oliver Quick stuff anyways, so go crazy. Also, why did I find this kind of hard to write? Maybe I'm just used to Oliver's craziness and not this pretty little aristocrat's 🙃

🍾• Contrary to Oliver, Felix's type of obsession would be less murderous and delusional, more realistic, kind of vain... he's a Catton, a rich boy everyone knows and loves, who wants to be him or be with him. He's used to getting his way, learning new things about people until they get boring or get on his nerves, and then life goes on.

🍾• Not this time.

🍾• You'd meet at Oxford, either by coincidence, or by getting in with his clique of friends somehow. Chances are you helped him out on a test or covered for him in a class, and so he calls you over in recognition next time he sees you, to hang out with him and Farleigh and the rest.

🍾• There's something about you that gets the pretty aristocrat interested. Maybe it's just your charisma, your beauty, some definition that makes up you. You're different from his other friends, don't follow the crowd, have a different mind, a worldview he doesn't get. And he likes it.

🍾• So prepared to be hounded with questions over a drink at the pub after classes, all curious but friendly eyes following yours as you summarise yourself, your background, your ambitions. And what are his? Well, he lives in a beautiful estate with his high-class family, goes to Oxford because he can... I never really saw that he made any plans for himself in the film, so my guess is that he's not all that bothered about it. He's got money, he's got connections, he'll do what he wants, like always... so long as it meets the Catton expectations.

🍾• Assuming you don't have the same outrageous luxuries as Felix does, he wouldn't see the need to impress you or get your attention at first, because his status is a given around school and everyone's after him. But if you're not the same as the other girls who crowd around him when they're given a good enough chance, he'll find himself keeping on calling you over, wanting you around for your input on things they do.

🍾• Probably shows off his wealth - unknowingly or not - by buying you something for an unnecessarily high price, like a designer fountain pen when yours runs out in English, and he'll shrug and smirk softly, because it's nothing, don't worry about it.

🍾• Farleigh will undoubtedly be interested in you, but I see him warming up to you instead of being mocking and sceptical like he was with Oliver. Probably because you give off a lot better vibes than Ollie, and treat his friends like normal people, not tiptoeing and aweing of them because they're all rich and popular, but getting on as well as you can. There's something special about you that Felix saw to try pulling you into his circle, so you don't have to do anything but be yourself.

🍾• And when the summer break does come by, you're invited to Saltburn with his closest; a dazzling, rare invitation from the young Catton himself, probably away from others in a nice spot around campus. He'll give you his charming smile and warm eyes as he tells you to come along with them, that his mum will like you because you're beautiful, and that he really wants you there.

🍾• Expecting you to go all squealy and eager with a dozen yeses - if you can manage it, hold that all down to give him a nod and a shrug with a light smile as you agree calmly and casually instead, because that's a whole new response he'd never expect from any lucky person he shows an interest in. How come you're not falling all over him like the whole of Oxford does just by him being there?

🍾• You'll definitely be showered with attention at Saltburn. Elspeth will marvel over your complexion or your eyes or your hair or your outfit (or all of the above). Venetia will probably be grateful to have someone around who has a proper personality that she can talk to and will make friends with you fairly easily.

🍾• You'll catch onto Felix's jealousy over the attention you get pretty quickly, because he doesn't even try to be subtle about it. He'll just shamelessly approach you and complain in his own way that you're his guest, and he brought you here so you two could hang out. His sister's annoying, Farleigh's a troublemaker, so you should probably just stick around him, right? Makes sense, doesn't it?

🍾• Sure it does, Felix.

🍾• He's a nice guy really, kindhearted and sweet enough, but at the end of the day, the world is his to play with, and so are its people. He just needs to understand that you're not a toy... you're an individual, and so if it's going to be anything like his other "relationships" where he gets bored and leaves them to it without a second thought, you're not interested.

🍾• Which is all shock and horror for Felix Catton, because is this really what a proper relationship means? Proper thought and feeling 24/7, staying with that one person instead of having flings with whoever whenever he feels like it?

🍾• So just give him a hot minute to sulk about it over there while you have a good time with his other friends and Venetia, because the more he sees you hanging around with others and being true to yourself, adjusting to Saltburn's black-tie standards but not letting it shape or belittle you, Felix has to actually realise that he hasn't got a whole lot of depth or meaning to his life if it doesn't involve you somehow, in the closeness that he wants and needs it.

🍾• Okay. Convinced. He'll give it a shot.

🍾• I think that Felix would expect it to be difficult for him, because he's used to his carefree, no-strings-attached game of life instead of anything serious. But it'd come easier than he'd think. Other people just don't interest him as much as you, simply because they're not you. They don't have the same little... thing. Girls trip over his feet and cling to him, everyone wants to be his mate, to try to fit into his rich lifestyle, but you do it all effortlessly, and it's puzzling.

🍾• And so hot

🍾• Felix would be casual and open with PDA, since everyone will come to grips with the two of you being an item after you've been dating for over the span of a few solid days. An arm slung around your shoulder, messing with your hair with a fond, teasing look, linked fingers under the table. Nine out of ten times, he'll beat you to it and reach out to you first, because whatever he says, there's a needy boy in him somewhere 😏

🍾• This guy was a complete playboy before you, so needless to say, when you're getting real close, Felix has a pretty good grasp of what he's doing, and he'll do it right. Petnames too, of course, Surprisingly - but unsurprisingly - things like darling and beautiful, but he'd probably try to make a nickname out of your name and shorten it to give you one, finding it funny if you give him a mildly annoyed and amused look because it sounds weird.

🍾• He'll be all bright eyes and grinning proudly as he takes you to his parties, to have dinner with his parents, who get on with you wonderfully, because you're polite but not a suck-up like everyone else, and can hold a good conversation with them while looking over their shallow spins on things.

🍾• Honestly though, from what I saw of Elspeth, she made me laugh out loud a good couple of times from watching, so being friends with his mum wouldn't be a bad thing at all. And Felix would like to see you getting along with his family, because it just proves that you're a perfect fit, like he knew you were.

🍾• You'd make a friend for life in Venetia if you tried to comfort and genuinely help her with her insecurities and problems, not play her like the rest... I felt so bad for her tbh

🍾• You'll never want any material thing ever again, because his money can buy pretty much anything you want. I'm pretty sure his family would give you some kind of allowance when you're serious with Felix anyway, since they can see it in him that he's serious about you too, and the whole relationship is a great step he's made in his life. Any financial support you need, you've got it. Don't even mention liking the look of something in a shop window, because chances are you won't get the item, you'll part-own the store 😭

🍾• So, basically, you don't just get a gorgeous young aristocrat who finds every little unique, original thing about you fascinating and attractive, you get the whole of Saltburn as your second home. Just try to make friends with Duncan, and you'll probably get all the dirt on them too lmao- he'd get on better with you than he did with Oliver anyway, since he apparently was the first and only one in the household to realise that there was something off about Oliver.

🍾• Ohhh, and if we're getting to the twisted-up subject of Oliver Quick...

🍾• Let's just say that it could go two ways. Either he'll be obsessed with the both of you, and treat you the same way he treats Felix, looking up to him with intense, wide ocean green eyes, shadows after him in the hallways after dark. Or, once he's done destroying Felix... his obsessive, delusion-spiked gaze will flick straight over to you.

🍾• Either way, steer clear, that's all I can tell you.

[f1fantasys]

Always and Forever

Summary: You and Charles have a long history together. Will he finally come home to you?

A long, smutty, angsty Charles Leclerc imagine.

You had known Charles since the two of you were kids. You families we close friends, so naturally your childhood meant being around Charles a lot. From a very young age you knew you had a crush on Charles, who wouldn't? Your families had always been aware of yours' and Charles' blossoming relationship, but Charles always gently shut down the thought of you getting together, using the excuse that he was older than you (only by 2 years). You had remained close friends, and when Charles started traveling more and more due to F1, you also became close friends with his brother Arthur. Arthur had always known you craved Charles more than you let on, more than anyone else in the family. He was always the one to comfort you whenever Charles had shut you down, or whenever you saw a new girl on Charles' arms in every country he visited.

When you were 22, and Charles was 24, thriving in his career, things changed between the 2 of you.

The Leclerc family had invited you and yours to their house for the annual Christmas dinner. It was a lavish dinner with the fanciest foods and the most expensive wines. You made sure to dress as sexy as you could, hoping to make an impression on the one you love. Yes, you can easily say you are in love with Charles. You opted for a satin white dress that hugged all your curves in the right places. Your heels were a high as the sky. Your hair was curled and pinned in a way that made you look stunning and your makeup was simple yet beautiful. You know you looked like a million bucks. To give you a boost of confidence, you decided to forego any panties or a bra. You boobs held the dress perfectly, and you couldn't wait to see Charles' reaction. You were no more the young Y/N, too young for him. You were now a beautiful woman, ready to take her step into the world.

As you entered the Leclerc residence in the heart of Monaco, your eyes quickly searched for him. You hadn't seen him for 6 months, him busy with F1, and you had started a new internship that was in Nice.

You heard him before you saw him, but before you could react and even look around for him, someone pulled you and whisked you away to a quiet place.

'Arthur, what are you doing' you whispered.

Arthur looked at you with sad eyes, he looked scared to even say anything.

After a few seconds of raising your brows at him, he finally started -

'Y/N, maybe we should just ditch the party and go out somewhere. We can have a nice dinner and then hit up a club with some friends.'

Confused, you questioned him again. 'why would we do that? Your parents are throwing an amazing party so why would we just up and leave to go someplace else?'

'It's...it's..-' he stammered. 'Charles. He's here with a girl. Alex.'

Your heart started to heat faster. You didn't know what to make of that. You certainly weren't prepared to see another girl on Charles' arms tonight. Not when you haven't even spoken to him for a few months, and not when you made an effort to get noticed by him, only for him not even give you a second glace.

'That doesn't mean its ok for us to leave the party. Your mum would be very upset with us' you said.

Arthur continued to look at you with a worried face.

'I'll be okay' you lied.

He simply nodded his head and took your hand, leading you back to the living room where everyone was mingling.

As soon as you entered the room you eyes found his. He flashed you his signature smile, dimples showing, eyes crinkling. You felt your heart start to beat faster. Maybe you should have taken Arthur's offer to leave. You felt him squeeze you hand, to let you know he was there for you. And you were grateful for that.

Charles and who you assumed to be Alex, made their way over to where you were standing. 'Y/N' Charles sweetly said, kissing both your cheeks and pulling you into a hug. Your body felt frozen, out of place. This was your Charles, your friend first and foremost, yet you felt like you were meeting him for the first time. 'Charles, how are you?' you managed to smile. 'All well. Oh, this is Alex by the way' he said, looking at her like she was the most beautiful thing in the room. He wasn't wrong. She was beautiful. So beautiful in fact. Her slim figure wore a lovely dress and her long hair looked so soft. You managed another smile. 'It's lovely to meet you.' Charles turned to you 'and this is Y/N, one of my first best friends.' Alex kissed both your cheeks in greeting.

You spent the rest of of the evening mingling with different people. Family members of the Leclercs, friends, when finally Joris, a very good friend of both you and Charles found his way to you. 'All okay?' He asked.

'Yep, all good. Actually getting a bit tired. I have an early drive back to Nice tomorrow to fetch some of my stuff. My internship is over so I'll be back in Monaco for a while'

'That's great. It will be nice to have to back. I miss our catchups' he smiled.

Hearing him say that made you think of the memories you had growing up alongside him and Charles. You always had the best time with them. Only now you couldn't imagine making yourself available to tag alone with them, especially with Alex at Charles' side.

'I need some air,' you croaked out and walked away.

You made your way to the back garden, desperate for some fresh air to breathe. It felt like you were holding your breath the whole evening.

As soon as you stepped outside you immediately regretted it. There was Charles. With this tongue down Alexs' throat. Hand up her dress. You wanted to be sick. This was one thing you could have gone without seeing tonight. It all happened in a matter of seconds. You hoped they didn't hear your heals clanking on the bricks. But they did. Charles' eyes immediately widened at seeing you.

'Y/N' he smiled and let go of Alex. ' I was hoping we could spend some time together. I'd love for you Alex to get to know each other better.'

What was he playing at? He knew you had a 'crush' on him, so why the fuck would he want you and his girlfriend to be friends.

'Oh, sorry for interrupting, I was just one my way out' you muttered, hoping he would shut up and leave you. You started making a beeline for your car, when he ran after you.

'Y/N what is this. You hardly talk to me for months, you somewhat ignore me all evening, and then you don't even attempt to get to know Alex better.'

By now you were fuming. You were hurt for sure, but angry.

'I have a busy life too, you know. You're busy traveling around the world, but I'm not sat here waiting to message or call you every second of the day. You could have tried to contact me too. But it all makes sense now. Alex is keeping you even busier that you can't even check up on a friend or congratulate her for graduating and getting an internship.'

'Oh yeah, it all comes down to Alex.' He scoffed. What? That was what he took away from your whole rant?

'Why can't you just be happy for me that I found someone and I'm in love?'

You felt tears start to sting you eyes.

He continued 'At least i can keep a partner and not have them cheat on me'

That was a dagger to you heart. He knew how broken you were when your ex cheated on you, then broke up with you, as if you had done something wrong. Arthur was away at the time, so it was Charles who comforted you. To have him throw those words to you, you didn't know who he was anymore.

'I need to go' you whispered as you walked past him to your car and drove off.

It was so surprise that you struggled to sleep that night. Arthur had texted, asking where you disappeared to. You told him you wanted to get enough sleep before your drive to Nice tomorrow.

You thought back at the night. It definitely didn't go the way you thought it would. But more so you were disappointed in the way Charles was towards you. Where was the boy who made you laugh, who showed you an endless amount of respect, who gave you flutters of hope every time he smiled at you. Today he only broke your little heart.

As you were deep in thought, your phone lit up and the noise of a new message. Your heart skipped a beat at the name that popped up

'CLC'

'Y/N, i apologize for my behavior tonight. You did not deserve all those things I said to you. I hope you find it in you to forgive me.'

Just as you finished reading that text, another one popped up:

'And i wish I told you in person - you looked absolutely beautiful tonight....goodnight..x'

You heart skipped a heat at reading that and you couldn't help but smile to yourself.

'Thank you, Charles. Goodnight' was all you said back to him.

A few months had passed since that night. Charles was back to his traveling, and you'd exchanged a few texts here and there, and even Face-timed once after he won a race.

One Friday night in, alone at your house in Monaco, when your phone rang with an unknown caller ID.

'Hello?'

'Y/N.' You would recognize that voice anywhere

'Charles' you smiled. 'Are you ok? Why didn't you call me from your number?'

'I uh..forgot my phone at home. Yours was the only number i remembered. I'm out at a nightclub..I wondered if you are able to come and fetch me? I really need to talk to you.'

'Of course I'll come fetch you, but is everything ok?' you panicked. But secretly felt happy that he only remembered your number.

'Everything will be better when you're here' he said into the phone.

Not 15 minutes later and you were pulling into the nightclub he was at. You saw him sitting at the curb, surprised he wasn't with any friends or anyone. As you parked, you got out the car and made your way to him.

'Charles are you ok? Why are you sitting here alone? Have you been drinking?'

He smiled 'very little, can i drive?' he stood up and took the car keys from your hand. You followed him and sat in the passengers seat.

He started the car and backed out onto the street, you noticed he was going in the direction of his house.

The car ride was silent, until you started 'Hey, what's going on?'

He looked at you. His eyes bore into yours.

'Alex and I broke up'

Oh. Oh you weren't expecting that.

'Oh, im so sorry to hear that, Charles.' To be honest, you weren't sorry.

'I'm not' he said.

You didn't really know what to say back. It was silent for few more minutes until he started again:

'Breaking up with her made me realize something'

You looked to him, waiting for him to continue.

'It's you'

Wait what? What did he just say? What's 'you'?

'Y/N, I'm sorry. I've dragged you along for too long. Given you hope. False hope. Even though I was lying to myself. I've always had feelings for you. You're always going to be my annoying little best friend, but I couldn't help falling for you.'

I'm sorry, are you hearing this right? Charles is telling you he...likes you? What? You had no words, you weren't sure if you could even voice a word right now. So you stayed silent.

He parked the car at his apartment basement and turned his body towards you.

'I know this is a lot to take in right now. But i needed you to know. I've wanted to tell you since last summer, but never had the guts to. Too scared to hear you tell me you've moved on from me. But i cant hold it in anymore. I really really like you Y/N.'

You were shocked. All you could do was smile but then a doubt crept into your mind.

'if you've felt like this since summer, why did you start dating Alex for the most part of the year?' you asked. It just wasn't adding up for you.

He sighed. 'I started dating her to try and forget about you. I couldn't bring myself to tell you how i feel and be shut down by you, so i thought finding someone else was the solution. I tried to distance myself from you.'

You didn't know what to say. Charles took you hand and kissed your knuckles.

'I still want to be with you Charles. I don't think there will be a time where i don't want to be with you.' you smiled at him.

The pair of you quickly made your way to the elevator to get up to the apartment. Everything was happening quickly. Too quickly even. But you both were so caught up with everything that was said.

The two of you stepped into the elevator. Standing close together, but before the door could even close, Charles had pushed you against the wall. His lips ghosting over yours.

'Can I?' he asked.

You couldn't form a coherent thought or word to say. You simply nodded.

His lips crashed into yours. They were soft and plump, and tasted even more delicious than you ever imagined them to be. (and yes, you imagined what they would taste like....a lot). You both smiled into the kiss. It very quickly got heated. The both of you battling for dominance. In the end, Charles won, as you opened up your mouth to him. You felt him suck on your bottom lip, before his tongue slid into your mouth, and explored you as if there was gold to find. Eventually he pulled back when the elevator dinged. You smiled at each other and walked rather quickly to his door.

As soon as the door was shut behind you, Charles scooped you up and carried you to his bedroom. He lowered you to his bed and began peeling his shirt off. All you could do was stare. Sure you had seem him shirtless before, but this was a whole new ballgame. Charles was looking at you like you were the most precious thing in the world. But he also wore a smirk, that had you wrapped around his little finger.

You took that as a new found confidence, and slowly shimmied out of your dress, completely forgetting you were alone at home before he called, and you weren't wearing any underwear.

Charles' eyes widened and you gasped, but quickly his eyes darkened, and all you could see was lust. Lust for you.

He pulled you flush against himself 'so fucking beautiful, i don't know why i waited this long to see you like this'

You felt a blush creep up your cheeks at his words. The two of you started kissing again. A dirty, sloppy kiss with teeth and tongues clashing. He moved down to your neck and very quickly found your sweet spot. That earned him the sexiest moan from you. 'Fuck' he muttered. He gently laid you down on his mattress and opened your legs up. You should have felt conscious, him staring into your most private parts, but you didn't. If anything, you felted so turned on. You'd dreamt about moments like this. To have your Charles look at your like this.

He started kissing a path up your thighs. Too slow for your liking. He was teasing you, and you both knew it. You moaned 'Charles please' and he smirked. He very quickly realized he would never tire of hearing you beg for him.

Suddenly without warning, his tongue licked a strip up your cunt. You were speechless, you couldn't even breathe properly. In no time he found your clit, sucking and pulling at it with this mouth, earning more and more moans from you. This is what you call eating your girl out. He was a professional. If it were an Olympic sport, he would win gold. Double gold even. The feeling was incredible. The noises in the room were obscene. All it took was a few minutes until you came crashing down. Charles made sure to lick up all of your warm juices, leaving nothing behind.

'So delicious Mon amour'

The nickname made your heart flutter. You grabbed his hair gentle and bought his face up to yours to kiss him. You could still taste your saltiness in his mouth. While kissing, you felt his fingers find your pussy. He slowly started rubbing circles on your clit. He kept getting close to your entrance, then moved his fingers further away. You gave him a groan 'Charles' you said breathlessly. ''What do you want Y/N.' He was smirking again.

He continued his movements, but still didn't give you what you wanted. You continued to groan, getting so worked up. 'You need to tell me what you want Y/N' Fuck this man is going to be the end of you, and is he really making you beg after making you wait practically your whole life for this day?

'Finger Charles, use your fingers, fuck'

And without a second thought the thrust two fingers at once. You both moaned in unison. You at the incredible feeling of his fingers hitting the right spots, him at the how tight you were.

You came a second and third time. Breathless, yet still needing more. You needed to feel him. In your mouth and in your cunt.

You slowly pushed him onto his back and climbed onto of him.

He took your boobs into his hands and started massaging them and pinching your pebbled nipples. 'Fuck Charles' you said as you felt him bring his lips closer and quickly take your one nipple into his mouth while he still played with the other. Once he had enough time with your boobs, you shimmied you way down his body and peeled off his jeans and boxers. His cock sprang free, smacking his stomach. He looked so painfully hard. But oh so beautiful.

'My turn to taste you' you cooed. Charles flashes you his signature smile with his dimples. 'You don't have to-' 'I want to' you interrupted him.

You took him in your hands. No surprise he was thick. And long. And there was a vein at the side that made everything that much hotter. What Charles did next sent a jolt of electricity to your core. He bent forward and let his spit dangle from his mouth down to his dick. If you weren't horny before, you definitely were now. You'd never seen anything hotter in your 24 and a half years on earth. 'Fuck me' you muttered. 'Well, that is the plan' he replied.

You lowered you mouth to take his cock inside it. Obviously, you couldn't fit all of him in, so your hand took care of the rest. You slowly licked a stripe up his shaft and suck the tip of him into your mouth. His pre-cum was already so delicious, you couldn't wait to get more.

'Hmm' you looked up to see his eyes roll to the back of his head, as he pulled your hair out of your face and held it behind your head.

'Fuck Y/N, you take me so well. You're fucking amazing at this' he muttered as you started to bob your head up and down, gagging slightly as you felt him reach the back of your throat.

'Fuck, im close Y/N'

'Come for me Charles, let go for me' and with that you tasted him. Salty and warm, and oh so delicious.

He bought you up to sit on his lap again, kissing you again for what felt like hours. Until he heard his phone ringing. Whining, you climbed off him so he could take the call. It was Arthur, you heard him speak in french 'Charles? Do you know where Y/N is? I've tried calling and texting her but she's not answering.' 'Charles had to keep a giggle in. I saw her at the club earlier, she said she was spending the night at her friends.' They're probably already sleeping, they got quite drunk' he said while sending you a wink. 'Ah okay' said Arthur, 'I wanted to invite her for Charlottes' birthday lunch tomorrow, you're coming right? It will just be the 4 of us and Enzo.' Yes, we''l be there...I mean..I'll be there' Charles said holding in a laugh. 'Great, see you tomorrow' Arthur said as he ended the call.

'How am i going to be in the same room as you and keep my hands to myself?' Charles said quickly. You could only laugh as he pulled you back into his lap, resuming his activities of kissing you as deep as he could.

You started to grind on him, and when you heard a string of french words leave him mouth, you finally, finally lifted yourself up and sank down on him. It felt like you were made for each other. He filled you so perfectly. You mind went blank, all you could think about was your Charles, finally coming home to you. He started meeting you halfway, lifting himself up and thrusting into you, as hard as he could. The room was filled more obscene noises, pants, breath, moans and swear words from the both of you. 'M close, Charles' you managed to say.

He quickly found your clit with his fingers and within seconds you came for a 4th time in one night. Your bundle of nerves were so sensitive, but you still couldn't get enough of him.

He slid out of you and switched positions. This time you were on all fours, and he slammed into you with no warning. 'Fuck, so tight, so fucking tight me ma belle' he panted.

'Charles, i'm close' you muttered, surprised your 5th orgasm was rolling around so quickly.

'Wait for me cherie' he said as he fucked harder and harder into you. By know you legs were shaking, and he had to hold you upright to balance you. You could feel his hot breath on your neck and in unison, you both came undone.

You both stayed in that position for a while, catching your breaths, until he slowly slid out of you causing the two of you to let out a groan. He quickly ran to his bathroom and came back with a warm cloth and wiped you down, leaving you feather kisses all over.

When he returned again, he climbed into the bed beside you can pulled you to his side. 'I know everything is happening rather quickly, but Y/N i want you to know i am serious about you. I've known you for a very long time and every single part of your being, inside and out, is incredible. I love you.'

You eyes started tearing up upon hearing that. You've wanted to hear those words since you found out what a 'crush' is or what 'feelings' are. You snuggled closer to him and kissed his nose. 'I love you too Charlie.' You fell asleep in each others arms.

The next morning you woke up slightly confused with where you were. Until the memories came crashing down. You tried to hide your smile before turning around in the strong arms that were around you. He was still asleep, slightly snoring. He looked as beautiful as ever, and you couldn’t believe he was yours. You took in his appearance. He had a soft smile, dimples peaking out, a good tan and the hottest jawline ever. You quickly pecked his nose as he started shuffling. His eyes flew open and within a second those dimples came to life. He gave you the biggest boyish grin and pulled you impossibly closer.

‘Good morning mom amour’ he whispered.

‘Good morning my love’

‘We’ve got lunch with the family today, care to join?’ He said, wiggling his eyebrows.

You threw him a genuine smile, secretly hoping more days like this would come.

Instead of saying anything, you kissed him. Hard and deep, and he kissed you back. He rolled onto you and removed your (his) tshirt.

Charles started meddling with your boobs, pinching your nipples and earning a moan from you.

‘I’ll never get tired of hearing that my love. It’s so fucking sexy’

To hear him say than in his raspy morning voice turned you on even more. Yes, you definitely were sensitive from last night, but you craved so much more.

Before you could continue, an idea popped into Charles’ head. He suddenly stopped his movements and swiftly removed himself from on top of you, got up and walked to the bathroom, stripping his boxers on the way. Shocked, you looked on. What is he doing you thought. He popped his head out a few seconds later.

‘Coming? Or non’.

You’ve never got out of bed faster than right now.

He had the shower turned on and once the water was nice and hot, you both stepped in. He started to shampoo your silky hair, massaging you, earning moans from you. You did the same to him in return. Suddenly your back hit the cold tiles and Charles knelt down in front of you, opening your legs. You held onto his hair, knowing what was coming. Only it wasn’t what you expected. You thought his mouth would be on you. But he angled the shower head to your most sensitive parts. You gasped as you felt the water spray on your clit. Charles gave you his signature smirk before adding his tongue, AND FINGERS to the mix.

You mind could form no coherent thoughts. You could barely hold your body up. Luckily Charles and his strong arms held you in place. He soon placed the shower head back in place and added two more fingers to you.

‘Y/N you look so fucking hot right now. Definitely a sight for sore eyes’

All you could do was nod.

As Charles felt you getting close, he stood up and replaced his fingers with his painfully hard cock. The stretch was a bit of a sting at first, but when he started pumping in and out of you, the pleasure made it all worth it. He was fucking into you harder than you’d ever had it before.

‘Fuck, Charles’ was all you could say. ‘Fuck fuck fuck’

He smiled, ‘I am fucking you mon amour. You’re taking me so well. So tight and needy for my thick dick’ he muttered, almost to himself.

Within minutes your legs were shaking and your warm cum released from you. You wanted to taste him again, so as soon as you knew he was close, you made him slide out of you and you got on your knees. Taking him as deep into your mouth as you could. Pumping what you couldn’t fit with your hands, and massaging his balls. No sooner than I minute later you could taste his deliciousness and he moaned and praised you for your activities.

You stood up and kissed him again. You could kiss him forever, as you felt his hands massaging your ass.

‘Charles I really am sore now, no more sex for a loooong while’ you said.

He laughed ‘as if. Let’s see who breaks first’

‘Is that a challenge? Let’s see who can’t keep their hands off the other at lunch later’ you wiggled your eyebrows at him.

‘Deal' he said with a smirk.

You needed to go home to change since it was already 11.30 and the lunch was for 12.15. You'd decided with Charles that he would drive the pair of you to the lunch. And if anyone raises eyebrows at the fact you came together, he would say you talked about it at the club last night.

You opted for mini summer dress that ended just above your knees, and paired it with a pair of wedges. Charles wore a simple white cotton button up and some shorts - it was just a casual lunch, nothing fancy.

As he parked the car at the restaurant, he turned to you and stopped your movements of getting out of the car. The next thing you felt were his lips on yours surely leaving a bruise. It was hard and rough, his tongue exploring your mouth once again.

Breathlessly, you both pulled away, smiling at each other.

'Just needed something to keep me going through lunch, since i can't even touch you, and until i get you back home to ruin you all over again' he said.

You felt your cheeks get red and you heart beat faster. Not knowing what you say, you smiled and sent him a wink, before climbing out of his pista.

Walking up to the table, everyone's eyes was on the two of you.

'Did you guys come together?' Lorezno asked.

'Yep,' you said, looking at Charles who had his shades on, the sneaky bugger.

'We saw each other at the club last night and decided to come together' he said back.

'Okay, Y/N, where have you been? You hair looks like its just been through a room full of fans' Arthur said, showing you a smirk. He knew something fishy was going on.

'Oh i had the window down in the pista, thats it' you said back.

Of course the only two chairs that were left were next to eachother, which meant the lunch would be 10x more difficult for you to keep your hands away from him.

'Happy Birthday Charlotte', you said kissing her cheeks and gifting her a stunning bouquet of flowers. 'I hope Enzo is spoiling you today,' you said sending a wink to Enzo.

So far the lunch was going well. Everyone was in conversation with each other and it was nice to catch up with Charlotte after a long time. The food and drinks were flowing nicely.

Nicely, until you felt somebody's hand creep up your legs, almost touching your most sensitive parts. You jumped in surprise, and started coughing, having to blame your wine go down the wrong hole. As you settled down again, it came back. This time you had to keep your blush at bay, and you sent Charles a pleading look. All he did was smirk at you, before removing his hand.

Two can play at the game you thought, as you sneakily bought you hand to rest on his bulge, feeling his dick grow hard as rock under your touch. He could barely even concentrate on what Arthur was saying, let alone engage in the conversation.

When he was sure no one was looking, he bought his lips to your ear and said 'behave, mon amour, or you'll be sorry later'

Just the thought of later caused you to squeeze your thighs shut together to release the ache between them.

'We're thinking of taking the yacht out after lunch, to watch the sunset. Care to join?' Enzo said looking at you and Charles.

You wanted to say no. To say you had someplace else to be. But they would surely notice Charles missing as well.

'Of course' you replied, while Charles gave you an annoyed look.

Some time later, all of you were out on the yacht. It was a beautiful day to be out on the waters, and you were glad you decided to come. Although you also wish you were tucked away in yours' or Charles' apartment with him inside you. Thinking about that only turned you on, and for the past 30 minutes you were having difficulty focusing on anything other than Charles and his fingers and his tongue and his dick.

A few more friends had joined your group, and Charles was currently sitting opposite you, sending what you could only describe as heart eyes in you direction. You tried to tell him to stop, but he wouldn't.

The sun was set and the sky was getting darker. Some were in the water enjoying the coolness of the water while others were just lounging around.

You decided you need some air, so you went to the other side of the boat and climbed to the bottom of the steps where the boat met the water, and dunked your feet in. It was nice and relaxing, until someone decided to join you.

'Having fun? Or would you rather be fucking' he smirked at you.

'Oh my god Charles' you whispered. 'You cant say things like that out loud. And get away from here. Its hard not being able to jump you as it is'

'Relax, amour. Everyone is in the water on the other side of the boat' he said as he slowly got into the water himself, and settled between you legs.

The last 24 hours had honestly been a dream Everything you've ever wanted had come true and you couldn't be happier.

'Are you ok, love?' Charles asked as he caught you deep in thought.

All you could do was smile and lean forward, bringing your lips to his.

It was a gentle kiss. Not heated like before. Just a gentle embrace between two people who love each other.

'i love you'' he whispered

'I love you too, my Charlie'

Things quickly took a turn as he started to slide your bikini bottoms down from under your dress.

Before you could process what was happening or worry about the others, you felt Charles gently push into you. To say the feeling was incredible was an understand.

'Fuck, mon cherie' he whispered. 'You feel so good' he said as he started to set a faster pace. You braced yourself, holding onto his shoulders, playing with his hair, moaning into his ear. Trying to be as quiet as you could.

Nothing was gentle anymore. Charles was slamming into you. Fucking into your cunt. Hitting all the right places.

'Charles' you moaned. 'I'm close'. 'Let go princess, but be quiet, unless you want the others to find me fucking you here' he whispered, smiling at you.

'Fuck' was all you could say. You were incredibly sore but you couldn't get enough at the same time.

Within minutes you reached your peak. It was so intense that you couldn't hold yourself together. Charles literally had to carry you into the water, to support you, as well as chase his own high.

'Merde' he gasped as you finally felt him splutter into you.

'You are so amazing, I cant get enough of you' he whispered as he peppered your face in open-mouthed kisses.

You could hear some voices getting closer to where the two of you were, so you quickly separated yourself from Charles and sat back on the step.

'Oooooh, whats going on here?' Arthur and Charlotte said as the approached you and Charles.

'Nothing, just chilling' you said, although your feet were inside of Charles shorts, playing with his willy, but the others' couldn't see that

Arthur gave you raised eyebrows. 'ooookay, well we are heading back now, just wanted to let you know. As he turned on his heel and pulled a confused Charlotte behind him.

'He so knows we're fucking. He knows me too well. And he knows you' you told Charles as he started getting out of the water.

He suddenly gave you a shocked look.

'What?' you almost jumped up because of the way he was looking at you.

'I took your bikini bottoms off of you and i think i let them go in the water' he said, barely holding in his laughter.

'Oh my god Charles, im wearing an almost see-through dress, and that was my favorite bikini' you said pouting.

'I'll buy you a new one amour. and wrap my towel around you. Whatever is under that dress is only to be seen by me, no one else' he said as he helped you on your feet and guided you back towards where the others were.

'Need a ride home?' Arthur asked you quietly. You felt your cheeks heating up. How could you say no without giving away the fact that your were fucking his brother?

'Um-' you started, but Charles quickly interrupted you.

'Y/N, do you still need me to take a look at the thing wrong with your car?'

Life saver.

'Yes please, if you don't mind.'

You looked at Arthur. All he did was smile and mutter 'okay'

'Thanks for the save''' you giggled to Charles as you both got settled in his pista again.

'No problem, babes'

You made a face. You weren't used to being called babes, or babe, especially by Charles, so to hear him say that made you wet. So wet. As if you've had a dry spell for the last 24 hours.

There was a sudden shift in the mood on the way back to your apartment.

'What's got you thinking so hard' you asked as you observed Charles.

He smiled a gentle smile. 'I know everything is happening really quickly, and I wouldn't change it for the world.. But i've realised i dont want to be away from you. At all times. I know that sounds crazy, because i travel so much, and although i would love for you to join me at every race, I can't expect you to leave home and work all the time. Don't get me wrong, i would gladly have you with me 24/7 if it’s something you wanted’ he paused. You waited for him to continue.

He looked at your with eyes that held so much love ‘join me for the triple header.’

You kept silent, rewarding him with a smile.

‘We just got together, and I don’t think I can go 3 whole weeks without seeing you’ he whispered.

‘Charles, I’d love to’ you gushed. Leaning forward and pecking his cheek as he showed you a full dimpled smile.

‘Mom amour’ he said softly, almost to himself.

Two days later (and A LOT of sex later) you and Charles were on a private plane to Austin. Arthur had joined you as well. You nor Charles had told him anything, just the shit-eating grin he had told you both that he knew everything.

As Charles had drifted off to sleep on the long flight, Arthur came to sit next to you.

‘Y/N, I am so happy that you finally got what you wanted. I don’t know how it happened’ he made a face ‘nor do I want to know’ he winked ‘but I’m happy. For the both of you.’ He spoke in French.

‘Thank you Arthur, and thank you for always standing by me. I appreciate you’ you said as your hugged him.

You’d arrived in Austin the day before media activities were to take place. Charles told you he wanted to take you out for an ‘Official first date’ in his words.

He wouldn’t tell you where he was talking you - all he said was ‘dress smart, as you always do’.

This time, you opted for a midi black dress that had a sexy slit on the side. You paired it with a stunning pair of black heels and decided on an up-do for your hair.

As Charles waited for you in the living room of your suite, he nearly choked on his breathe upon seeing you.

‘You know, maybe we should skip dinner. Just go straight to dessert’ he cussed in French as he approached you.

‘Charles! No. I’m very hungry and you owe me a ‘date’’ you told him.

‘Fine, but I might get arrested for public indecency’ he scoffed behind you as your closed your hotel door.

Of course, he rented a Ferrari for your time in Austin. As you settled in the car, his left hand graced your thigh the whole way to the restaurant. He tried, but failed, to get his fingers to enter your lacy panties.

Dinner was amazing. He really picked well. You chatted about everything and nothing at the same time.

Just as your were finishing actual dessert, an idea popped into your head. You excused yourself to go to the bathroom.

You don’t know where the confidence came from, you quickly removed your panties and scrunched them up in your hand. You topped up on your lipstick, and walked back to Charles with some swagger. He smiled as he saw you approach him. You held out your hand as he opened his to take what you were giving him.

When he checked what you gave him, his eyes widened in surprise.

‘Merde’ he muttered. You quickly noticed he was very ansty from then on. Mission accomplished, you thought to yourself.

Needless to say, Charles couldn’t wait to get back to the hotel. He fucked you in the car. Or rather- he made you ride him. It’s safe to say it was the hottest sex the two of you had had til today. The way his dick filled you up was no joke, especially with the limited space to move around. You were flush against him. Your nipple was in his mouth. His fingers were playing your clit. You were pulling his hair, surely leaving marks on his neck. It was hot. You moaned in unison as you came while he still slammed his thick cock into you. A few seconds later ‘fuck Y/N I’m cuming’

You stayed in your positions as you both caught your breathe. Gently kissing each other. Just as your lifted yourself up to let Charles pull out, he ordered you to open your mouth.

‘Open your pretty mouth Cherie’ he whispered. But not softly. It was harsh. You did as you were told, as Charles let his spit dangle from his mouth down into yours. The things this man comes up with. He is incredible.

Back at the hotel, you came a second, third and fourth time. This time though, not only from his cock, but from his tongue, fingers and wait for it-the shower head combo again.

Austin was an amazing race for Charles, and so was Mexico. It all came down to Brazil.

As you entered the paddock with Charles (not as a couple, yet) you couldn’t help but feel excited.

That quickly changed as you both entered the Ferrari garage and saw a familiar face. One you hoped you wouldn’t see so soon. You froze next to Charles, as you felt his face keep switching between you and the woman before you. She came up to you both and hugged him. But what caused you to shiver was the way her fingers ruffled through his hair. And he let her. You just looked at he both of them. It was like he forgot you were right beside him or something.

‘Y/N’ he started but before he could continue, you walked away. You needed some air. What is his ex doing here. Why did he let her touch him like that.

You walked through the paddock until you found a secluded area that hardly had any people. You sat down and tried to calm your breathing.

Maybe you read the whole situation. Maybe he was playing a game with you. But at the same time, he told you he loved you.

You stayed away for the remainder of the day. Charles and Arthur had called you multiple times but you told them you just need space as you returned to the hotel.

Quality was a disaster for Charles. He was started P10 for the race. You didn’t want to add to his problems because you knew he would be beating himself up for doing so bad, but at the same time your life and relationship was no joke.

He walked into your room around 7pm to find you sitting on the couch staring at the tv. He could tell you had being crying.

‘Y/N, please let me explain. What you saw was nothing. I don’t even know why or how she even was there. I guess I didn’t pull away because I was just as shocked as you were. But please believe me there is absolutely nothing going on between us. The last time I spoke to her was two weeks before we got together. I love you and only you. No-one can tell you otherwise’ he said as he sat next to you and took your hand into his.

You felt him wipe away a few tears you didn’t know were even falling.

He took your face in your hands and gentle caressed it.

‘I’m sorry if I over-reacted, but it was so hard to see the two of your together again. You sobbed into him and he hugged you.

‘And I’m sorry I caused you more stress, for not doing well in quail’

‘Whatever’ he said. ‘You will always be first’ he kissed your forehead.

Tonight was the first night since you got together that you hadn’t had some sexual activities with Charles. You just cuddled and fell asleep in each other’s arms.

The next few weeks went in a blur. Things were good with Charles, and before you knew it, it was time for the Leclerc's annual Christmas party again.

As you walked into their house hand in hand, you couldn't help but think back to a year ago. You were still pining over Charles, and he was pining over someone else. But that was then. This time, you were still pining for him, but he was yours, and finally, he was actually pining for you.

He took you up to his childhood bedroom before attacking your lips with his.

'Char,' you tried to say but he quickly swallowed your words by sticking his tongue down your throat.

'Shhhh, lets just be in the moment,' he said as he started to unzip your dress from the back.

You shimmied out of it while he got rid of his own clothes. He was not surprised to find out without any underwear.

'My girl' he smiled as he carried you to his bed and gently laid you down.

He opened your legs to find you like Niagra Falls. Juices already spilling out of you.

Confused, he looked at you.

'Are you already this wet, for me?'

'I'm always wet for you Char, you just found out sooner rather than later tonight'

He flashed you his dimpled-smile.

'I love you, and your juice, baby'

You didn't have time to say it back. He attacked your pussy with his lips. Licking and sucking, eventually sinking two fingers.

'Oh Charles, yes' you panted as you grabbed onto his bed sheets , trying to suppress your moans so no-one would hear what the two of you were up to. He continued his slaughter until you were practically shaking and whimpering underneath him.

'Fuck me' was all you could say as he bought his lips up to yours, pulling you in for a messy kiss. Cum and spit certainty ruining your makeup.

'That's the plan, amour' he said as you rolled him over so now your ass was sitting his obnoxiously large dick. You made out with him some more until you couldn't take it anymore. You needed to feel him in you.

You didn't even take off his pants or boxers properly - you practically pulled his dick out and wasting to time, you sank down on him.

Groaning in unison, Charles sat up and moved the two of you to the end of the bed. His mouth latched onto your boobs while he met up halfway to fuck into you. Once again, the room was filled with obscene sounds - bodies slamming into each other. Juices squeezes between the two of you, Charles' mouth sucking on your nipples, you panting and trying to catch a breath, moaning, and a splutter of french curses leaving his mouth.

Just as you were reaching you high, both your bodies' froze.

''Charles,' his mother knocked on his door. 'Are you inside?' she asked.

As much as you wanted , no needed, to moan, you couldn't hold back a giggle into Charles' neck.

'Yes maman, I'll be down just now' he tried, hoping she would leave.

But of course, she didn't.

'I really need to talk to you, I'm coming in' he said, oblivious to the fact that her son was fucking into his childhood friend-now girlfriend- like there was no tomorrow.

'NO! maman' but it was too late.

She walked in, to find you sat on her childs' lap, boobs in his face, while Charles looked at her with wide eyes. You, you couldn't find the courage to look back at her, so you simply hid your face in Charles' neck.

The room was silent for two seconds until Pascale finally came to terms to what she walked in on'.

'Oh my god, Charles, OH MY GOD Ý/N' she shut her eyes. 'I didn't see anything, I didn't see anything' she all but screamed, while Charles was still in pure shock, neither of you comprehending what was happening.

'Oh wow, I've waited for this day for so long. Oh no, not like that. I mean I've waited for the two of you to FINALLY accept your love for one another.' You and Charles both stayed silent. What is happening right now?

'When neither of you said anything, again, Pascale whispered, rather loudly, ' You know I think I'm gonna go now. I'll leave you two. But please don'' be long, we've got a dinner to host.' and with that she closed the door.

'Fuck me'

'I....wow. I have no words' he stared at you, heart still racing from getting caught.

You laughed into his shoulder.

Slowly, he started a good rhythm again.

'Fuck, Y/N, you don't know what you do to me' he said through gritted teeth, still making you bounce up and done his shaft.

'Char I'm close, please' you moaned into his ear as his thumb found your clit and started rubbing circles and within seconds you came undone, walls clenching around his dick.

'Merde' he all but shouted as he felt himself spill into you, both your bodies shaking from the high.

You slowly felt your movements come to a halt. Content to just give yourselves a few minutes to come back to earth.

Little giggles filled the air as you both recounted the events of the last 20 or so minutes.

'I don't know how I'm gonna look at your mum again' you shyly told Charles.

'I don't know how the fuck I'm going to. I really hope she hasn't told anyone what she walked in on. We'd never hear the end of it' he said giggling back to you.

You quickly cleaned yourselves up and made yourselves look presentable again.

Hand in hand you walked back downstairs, just in time for the arrival of the other dinner guests. You parents included.

Pascale just smiled at you and Charles whenever she made eye contact with the two of you.

The evening was filled with good food, good wine, dancing and a lot of curious eyes.

As the night was coming to an end, you and Charles bid farewell to everyone and drove off in his pista.

'Well that was an eventful evening' you cooed to him.

The roads were quiet at this time of the night-or early morning. He stopped at the side of the road and got out of the car.

He walked around your side and helped you out the pista. You took a short walk to the edge of the hill, and overlooked Monaco-how beautiful she looked all lit up.

'It's beautiful' you whispered, more to yourself, as Charles wrapped his arms around you from behind.

'It is, not more beautiful than you though, mon amour' he said as he kissed your cheek.

You smiled as you held onto his hands and squeezed them.

'Move in with me' he suddenly said. We already spend almost ALL of our time together, either at your place or mine, so why not make it permanent' he said, kissing your cheek again.

You couldn't smile a bigger smile.

'Char, I'd love that' you said, turning around so you could give him a proper kiss this time. Nothing sexual, just pure love. You ended sitting on a near by bench, just basking in each others presence and the love you had for one-another.

Things had progressed well from then-on.

You'd moved in with Charles, graced each and every corner of his apartment with unbelievably good sex, attended as many races as you could. And before you know it your one year anniversary was coming up, when you'd be in Belgium for the GP.

You were due to join Charles in Belgium in a few days.

But today you woke up feeling man down. You met Carmen, George's girlfriend for lunch but halfway through you had to excuse yourself to go to the bathroom and be sick.

Must be something you ate, you thought.

Wrong.

You were so wrong.

Carmen lightly suggested you take a pregnancy test, then it hit you. It was no secret that you and Charles had A LOT of sex. A lot of unprotected sex. You were both clean, and you were on birth control. But you should have realized sooner that its not always going to do its job to the max, especially with the amount you fucked. And now that you think out it, you have been feeling low of energy the whole week.

'Shit' you muttered to yourself. You and Charles hadn't really talked about when you'd have kids. It was more of a 'yes, we definitely want kids, in the future.' Not near future.

Carmen drove you to the pharmacy and picked up a few different brands of tests just to make sure they were consistent. Back home, she waited for you in the lounge, while you took the tests.

By now you were hyperventilating. What if they come out to be positive and Charles doesn't want it at this point of his life? What if he pushes you away too?

'Okay, calm down,' you told yourself. 'You'll be okay. You and Charles will be okay' you whispered.

You peed on the 3 sticks, and then came the waiting game. It felt like time was frozen.

The longest 3 minutes of your life, when your phone buzzed with a message from Charles: 'I can't wait to see you baby xx' That put a smile on your face and warmed you up a little bit.

Until you timer went off. Bracing yourself, you gave yourself another small pep-talk, and finally checked the tests.

Positive Positive Positive

'Pickles' you mumbled, but you couldn't keep a smile off your face.

You needed to figure out what to say to Charles. You needed to prepare yourself for happy tears or sad tears.

As you arrived in Belgium, two days later, it was also the day of your anniversary.

As soon as you got to your shared room with Charles that morning he had pulled you in and his lips were on yours instantly.

'You're finally here mon amour' he mumbled as his tongue fought yours for dominance.

'Happy Anniversary baby' you said as you pulled away and hugged him as tight as you could.

'Happy Anniversary Y/N, I love you more than life.'

His words warmed your nerves. There was no way there were going to be sad tears when you told him. Right? You could only hope and pray so.

Since media duties for the race only started tomorrow, the day started with a good round of lazy sex and a beautiful bouquet of flowers from your boyfriend. Charles then took you on an unofficial tour of the city. He'd been here for 4 GPs now, so he had a couple of his favorite spots that he wanted to show you.

You had a lovely lunch at a tapas bar and then the afternoon was filled with more touring. You were glad today was a better day and you weren't feeling so ill.

You'd decided to tell Charles the news after dinner tonight. To make it a bit special, you had a onesie made in red that had a picture of a Ferarri and 'Baby Leclerc' written on it.

Dinner was lavish. He took you to an expensive restaurant meaning you dressed extremely smart with a black satin dress that showed your curved off in the most delicious way. It was no doubt that you would forgo any underwear today. Although once you told him the news and shed happy tears, you would go and change into some teeny lingerie for him.

As you got back to the hotel room, you told Charles you needed to talk to him, just as he was about to pounce on you. He said the serious look in your face and immediately backed away. He got so worried so you had to reassure him that everything was fine and it was nothing bad.

You made him sit on the couch while you went to get his gift.

Handing him the gift bag he couldn't take his eyes off of you.

He smiled and started to open it up.

By now your heart was pumping out of your body and you were shaking.

You bit your lip as he finally took the onesie out and looked at it, with a puzzled expression.

Then, he looked at your with wide eyes. You just gave him a smile.

Then his dimples flashed out at you. 'Y/N, is this for real? Are we actually having a baby?' he talked in quick French.

'Oui, we are, Charles'

He quickly pulled you in for the tightest hug.

'Oh my god, i can't believe it' he cooed in your neck.

Then he bought his hands down to your stomach and gently rubbed it, tears stinging his eyes and yours.

Pulling back, he had a brightest smile.

'Y/N you are such an incredible person. I can't tell you how happy you make me' he said, pulling you in again, this time for a kiss.

He breaks away to look that the onesie again, smiled growing impossibly bigger.

As you watched him, you wondered how you ever let yourself think Charles would be unhappy.

'I'll be back' you mumbled as you went to the bathroom to quickly change into your lacy black lingerie.

When you walked out and Charles looked you - let's just say he would die a happy man right now.

'Fuck me. What did i ever do to deserve you?' he said as he stood up and made a beeline to you.

He pushed you to the bathroom door and kissed you. He kissed you like there was no tomorrow. Full of passion. Full of love. And full of lust.

You opened your mouth to him and he explored all of your mouth, sucking into your bottom lip before giving you a small bite.

Quickly though, he removed himself from your hold and lowered down to his knees. He touched you stomach again and started talking.

'Hi baby, it's you daddy here.' he whispered, pecking your tummy.

'Mummy is keeping you safe, and i can only hope you turn out to be as amazing as she is. I love you so much, even though i just learnt about you not 10 minutes ago' kissing you stomach again.

You giggled at his words before pulling him to stand up again.

'He, or she, is only the size of a a grape right now' you told him.

'Grape or orange, i love them all the same. And i love you Y/N, so much'

'i love you too, my Charlie. I am so incredibly happy right now. I could burst' you told him.

'Oh non, please don't burst now' he laughed before his lips were on yours again.

'Wait, is it safe for us to have sex? Oh my god we had sex this morning. Are you ok? Is the baby okay?'

You all but giggled. 'Of course its safe my love. Plus, i am incredibly horny'

He didn't need to be told twice. He scooped you off your feet and set yow down on the bed.

'Let me show you how much i love you. Oh and i'm definitely fucking you with this still on, but another day' he said, pointing towards your lingerie. He quickly removed it before settling himself between you legs, aiming himself at your cunt.

He licked a warm strip up your pussy before sucking on your clit.

'Oh Charles. Fuck. You're amazing' you moaned while tugging on his hair.

'Cherie, you are the amazing one. Merde' he whispered before sinking two fingers into you.

It didn't take long to reach your first orgasm. He continued to finger fuck before you tried to move away.

'Need to feel you in me, Charles. Please. Please fuck me'

'A bit eager today, are we?' he smirked

'You fucking better get used to it. These hormones are not playing anymore' you laughed as he settled his weight on you.

He gently slid in and set a slow pace.

'Charles?' 'Hmm?' ha answered.

'I said fuck me. Not make love to me'

And so he did. He slammed into you. Filling you up so perfectly.

'Y/N' he breathed. 'You're so tight. Clenching around me so nicely. Fuck'

His thumb found your clit and you cried out. Your orgasm fast approaching. Charles as well finished rather quickly today. His warm cum feeling better than ever.

As you slowed down and both came down from you high, he slowly slid out of you.

As you looked down on him you noticed something.

'Char, you're still so hard' you said with a shocked face.

'Y/N, you don't know how turned on i still am' he said, almost shyly.

'Oh my god, please fuck me again. But this time i want to taste you, so finish in my mouth' you said as you both quickly found your places again.

You certainly were sore and sensitive, but you still couldn't get enough of him.

In no time you were crashing down again.

'Fuck, Charles' you moaned into his ear.

You quickly felt him pull out and place his feet on the floor as you sat up and took his dick into your hands.

He held you hair out of your face as you took him into your mouth and started bopping your head up and down.

'Fuck Y/N. Yes baby. Fuck' he all but screamed as he emptied himself to the back of your throat.

You swallowed everything you could.

You both tried to catch you breath as he sat back down on the bed and took you into his arms.

You were so overwhelmed. Now, you were crying.

'Are you okay Y/N? Did i hurt you? Shit, I heard you'

He barely held in a laugh. 'No Char, you didn't. I'm just so happy. I love you and out life so much.'

He kissed your forehead.

'I've never been happier my baby'

He got up to get a cloth to clean you both up the settled back into bed.

He pulled you to his side and just cuddled you.

'I love you, and happy anniversary amour'

'Love you too Char. Happy anniversary''' you replied back.

He kissed you. Long and soft. And you both were so excited for the rest of our lives together.

THE END.

Thank you so much for reading. I hope you enjoyed it!

[galaxy-fleur]

I hope more dad leon questions are ok?

something something that's been on my mind, what if remake leon (after reaching early 30s ) suggest his s/o that they have a baby but she is reluctant and unsure about it?

while leon is craving for normalcy and an escape and his emotion got the better of him but she's afraid of not being able to do it or whether she'd be a good mum and the like

Hmm, I don't think that would be a big issue, honestly? If we take that you two assumedly have been together for a while now, it's not like you feeling hesitant about it would make him feel upset or angry with you. Yes, Leon wants a simpler, cozier life (if we're talking about a scenario of him actually having the opportunity to do that). He wants that with you, though. You're a team, and your thoughts and desires are not any less valuable than his own. I'd even say that he tends to neglect his needs sometimes.

So I can see this going two ways.

He either backpedals on the whole idea once he sees you're a bit uncomfortable and doesn't bring it back up for a while because he doesn't want to make you feel pressured, or... you two have a more open conversation about the whole thing. Granted, the first option will probably lead to the second one eventually, but still.

Having kids is scary and a lot of work. No matter how you have children. He wouldn't want you to go through with something so life-changing if you're not completely sure and eager. And if you're not, that's fine, too. He's willing to wait. To talk about it more, lay out your options and take it one step at a time instead of just jumping into this idea.

And if you'll never feel ready? Well, you'll just have to adopt a puppy. Or so he jokes while pressing a kiss to your forehead. Or perhaps a parrot. A big one. He heard those are technically like toddlers that never grow up. A perfect option. Plus, Sherry would love that.

Point is, he wouldn't want you to feel nervous of disappointing him or holding him back just because you're not as on board with it as he is. He wants a family with you because he loves you. He wants a future with you, whatever that may look like. If you'll want kids one day? Just know he'll be ecstatic to hear that. And if you don't? That means you two will get more time to spend together, with no distractions getting in the way. He'd be a damn fool to complain about that.

Either way, he will remind you that you are not alone in this. If you are just worried about not being a great parent, he'll reassure you that he'll be right there with you, every step of the way. Though the joys and the hurdles, the wins and losses. He wants it all, not just the good stuff. So you have nothing to worry about.

Adoption is always an option, too. If you are someone who headcanons his backstory as him losing his parents at a young age, that'll just makes the whole idea that much more heartwarming to think about.

[loganwalkerz]

Christmas day with the MacTavish Family.

Ghost gets invited by Soap who pleads with the luitenient to come knowing if he didn't that Simon would spend the Christmas day alone again.

Ghost who is hesitant to agree because he doesn't exactly want to barge into a family holiday without any of them meeting him before. Despite this Soap reassures him that the MacTavish know plenty bout Ghost and are very happy to welcome him.

So when they finally get the approval from Price to leave for the holidays they spend their first night in a hotel together on Christmas eve. Ghost hasn't really celebrated Christmas much before other than the time with Joseph so he's very..anxious.

He wouldn't call himself a grinch but Christmas brings bad memories up for Ghost, he already struggles with nightmares but they tend to get worse closer to Christmas.

But this time it's a little different, he's not alone in some run down hotel. He's with Soap. He's with someone he can trust. He's with family.

Ghost who lays in the bed whilst Soap reads out some traditional Christmas books that his mother always read to him on Christmas eve. A hand mindlessly running through Ghosts hair who is half awake relaxed in Soaps arms listening to him read.

Every so often Soap will check in on Ghost, a soft whisper asking if he's still comfy and Ghost grumbles in reply but snuggles closer. Enjoying the warmth his Johnny provides. Soap smiling in response giving a gentle kiss to Ghosts crown before continuing to read.

And when Ghost is fast asleep Soap finally places the book down and lays quietly at Ghosts side, holding him close before drifting off himself.

Christmas morning Soap takes the lead helping wake Ghost up, being gentle and slow. Soap and Ghost do their own mini gift exchange before getting in a car for the drive to the MacTavish house hold. Ghost wearing the Christmas jumper Soap knitted for him.

Once they arrive Ghost is standing behind Soap and holding his hand, trying to appear less intimidating. Not wanting anything to go off to a bad start. Soap has a big smile as the door opens revealing Soaps older sister who pulls him into a hug before beaming at Ghost. Introducing herself and her younger children.

Ghost settles in quickly, inside the living room where they are quite a few family members. Ghost is quick to pick up on the fact there's no signs of the mum or dad anywhere, not even in pictures on the wall. He doesn't bring it up especially since he can see how happy everyone is.

He gives a soft smile when Soaps nieces and Nephews come in and chat to him, they don't even question who he is. They just yap away. Just like how Soap does. It makes Ghost chuckle even if he didn't admit how adorable the lil family is.

The one taking lead of the cooking was Soaps younger sister who was chatting with her wife who was happy to give Ghost a gift too! Ghost had never felt so..loved before. He has always had Soap, who was his only family. And now he feels like he has others too.

Ghost even gets to talk with Soaps younger brother who seems more concentrated on the game he's playing, telling Ghost about the lore and the characters. He sits showing Ghost some TikToks too! Even if he seemed like a moody teenager he seemed happy to still chat with Ghost

Soap is sat with his oldest sister watching Ghost get to interact with the family, watching the bounce on Ghosts leg begin to stop as Ghost chats away.

His sister leaning to Soap

"You got a real nice guy this time.."

She says softly

Soap smiles a little nodding

"He's..different"

He explained

"Like genuinely this time. He's different."

He spoke, sounding lovesick

And this time his sister nods, smiling. Not the usual worried look or disappointment. This Ghost in her eyes seems like a genuinely good fellow for Soap. And that's all she could ask for

"I like him. I'm proud"

She ruffles Soaps mohawk before going into the kitchen to help out

And Soap smiles to himself, happy that his family has accepted Ghost and that Ghost accepted them. Staring at the little wrapped gift box under the tree, knowing he is more than happy to get onto one knee today. To push things to the next level. Just like he agreed with Ghost months ago. He is ready. This is what love is like.

[sunbowo-o]

⚠️ HoO Spoilers ⚠️

ok, so i just finished the last book from HoO and i need to say that, even though i LOVED this saga, i am kinda disappointed with the ending... and here is why:

(tbh, i don't know if these are controversial or general agreement topics, but pls be nice!)

i felt like a lot of things were missing, like, for example, WHY the hell didn't have a scene with Percy and his mother??? not even a LETTER?? 😭 my boy went missing for so long, his mum must be dying from worries and we don't even get a chapter with them both talking?? after everything Sally has done on the first saga?

another character that i felt was forgotten is Grover. tbf, i didn't expect like a whole scene with a long dialogue with him, but, how much it would cost just to say that, for example, Nico saw him, Percy and Annabeth talking together? the og trio. he deserved so much better 💔

ok, so we miss all these, but what do we get?? JASON AND PIPER KISSING! like, i understand the importance of the scene (a new begining and shit) but is not like we haven't seen it happening before, they say it was their first kiss but that part didn't had any impact on me like???? and they're just a OK couple, doesn't even gets close to that Percabeth kiss scene in the end of the last PJO book. so, yeah, was this REALLY necessary??

Leo's "death" was a really weak angst. don't get me wrong, leo is one of my favourite characters of all time, and i know some of the readers got really sad, but i didn't, because i knew he wouldn't die (ok, this was my fault maybe, but i saw that he was the one who narrates the last chapter) and we kinda of knew his plan, i knew he had the cure with him yk?

and, complementing topic 4, the last chapter being about him and Calipso was just 😐😐 like, everyone thinks he is dead, but we know he is not, so it doesn't have this weight anymore, and, then, he goes to Calipso... i know he is obsessed with her, and talk about her throughout all the book, but, why this was the last chapter??? A WHOLE SAGA SAYING ABOUT MONSTERS AND GAIA AND IT JUST END WITH TWO "TEENS" TALKING ABOUT OH YEAH WE DONT KNOW WHERE WE ARE GOING BY THE WAY

And, in the topic of monster and battle, the Gaia battle was SO DAMN BORING!!! Ok, so Rick passed 5 whole books saying to readers "hey, pay attention! they can't let Gaia wake up or else will be THE END OF THE WORLD" and we are like "ok lol" and then she wakes up and i was like "OH SHIT WHAT THE HELL ARE THEY GOING TO DO?? IS THE END!!! NOOOO!!!" ... she appears... they drag her to the sky... one explosion (and an unnecessary Octavian death) and BOOM! its over. "simple" like that. AND without any relevant deaths.

i am just angry because the end of PJO was wonderful. they had to do hard sacrifices, (Charlie), it had betrayal plot (Silena) and redemption (Silena and Luke). they had to use ALL the forces they could think of and still was a difficult battle. and the main villain was a TITAN!!!!! Gaia was supposed to be SO MUCH DIFFICULT, and yet, it was not. the giants were harder to fight.

and talking about fight. the way that the amazons and the hunters didn't appear back was so 😐😐 too. like, it seemed they were forgotten like Grover and Sally. not even a change of letters? just to guarantee they were ok...

my verdict: pjo CRUSHES hoo

anyway, i know that there's "more" but i also know that The Seven™ will not be all together again, so its just kinda of disappointment to know that was the end... feel free to also give your opinion (but try to avoid future spoilers please!)

(also, srr for my English! 🫶)

[extremelyblackandwhite]

pairing: dad!bucky barnes x au pair!reader

warnings: age gap (reader is 10 years younger than bucky), smut (18+, dni if under 18)

author’s note: sorry this one is a bit short. i am worrying myself silly until tomorrow.

masterlist

and wouldn't you love to love her?

Bucky didn't know if Y/N wouldn't be back. He had decided to give her space, allow her the time off since she never had any but explaining it to Sadie was, to say the least, complicated. The two year old had decided to live up to the terrible two cliche and between refusing to go to school and kicking any time he tried to bathe her. Whenever she asked when Y/N would be back all Bucky could say was that he did not know and, honestly, that was the truth. The more the days passed by and her viva examination got closer, he was starting to believe more and more that maybe she just wasn't coming back at all. I like you just the way you are, what ever happened to Hey Y/N, would you like to go for some coffee? No, he just had to be upfront about it.

As if Sadie living up to her prophecy wasn't enough, Christopher was equally on him blabbing and wondering about Y/N. He could only tlel him so much before Chris charted a jet to Ohio and he was certain Y/N would hate that more than what he told her.

Bucky was in the middle of dealing with Sadie screaming bloody murder about the pancakes not having chocolate chips when he heard the front door close. At this point, if someone came to shoot him in the head he wouldn't mind. However, it turned out to be a much pleasant sight dressed in a professional black dress.

      - Why is she crying? - Y/N drapped her coat over the chair.

      - There's no chocolate chips. - Bucky sighed both of relief that Y/N was here and of tiredness.

      - Sadie Barnes, you either eat your pancakes or there will be no TV, no tablet, no toys, no Etch-a-Sketch and definitely no Bluey, Disney + or any other streaming service your dad may be paying for. Your choice.

The redhead stared at Y/N before starting to eat her pancakes. That's it, Y/N was a witch. She had to be a witch. That's it. She was a witch, a very pretty witch who looked way too polished to have come out of an Ohio farm, but a witch.

      - How were the cows?

      - Pardon?

      - Your parents. You went to see your parents right? They live in a farm in Ohio?

      - Yeah. They were ok. Apparently mum has named them Rose, Sophia, Dorothy, and Blanche much to dad's dismay.

      - Like the Golden Girls. - he chuckled. - So, your viva is today.

      - Don't remind me. It's like walking into a slaughter house and then being denied being called a doctor. They should decapitate me, put my head on a spike, and parade me around Columbia as the massive disappointment.

      - What's decapitate? - Sadie asked.

      - It's the capital. - Bucky said not wanting to traumatise his two year old with the scenario Y/N had just described. - Go wash your hands and get your backpack, bug.

Sadie nodded but not before going over to hug Y/N's leg. Y/N ruffled her head before sending her along to wash her hands. Bucky got to making Y/N a plate, patting the chair next to him. She smiled at him before taking a seat and cutting a bit of the pancake. She stopped chewing, looking at him with a forced smile.

      - Good?

      - Buck, why are they salty? - she put a napkin in front of her mouth to spit out the pancake.

      - They're not salty. - Bucky took a forkful from her plate to try it himself.

      - We've had this discussion, Buck. Salt is in the black pot and sugar in the white one.

      - I'm gonna be a mess when you quit. - he pushed the plate away from her. - Speaking of which, I would like if you interviewed your future replacement. I trust you to pick the right person.

      - Most likely you won't need a replacement because I'm failing my viva today.

      - You are not. - Bucky put his hand on her shoulder. - You are smart, Baudelaire.

      - Baudelaire?

      - Do the scary thing first. Get scared latter.

(...)

Bucky drove Y/N down to Columbia, ensuring she got there safe and ready for her VIVA before driving down to take Sadie to school. Y/N swallowed in empty, merely staring at the hallowed halls of a building which had many notable alumni and she was now hoping she would be one. The VIVA was intense to say less and as she came out of the room, she was sweating buckets and wanting to be as far away from the building as possible.

      - Y/N! - shit. Shit, shit, shit, she'd forgotten he existed. What ever happened to men taking a hint?

      - Chris. - she turned around with a fake smile. - What are you doing here?

      - Anderson told me it was your VIVA today, I wanted to come see you. I haven't seen you in a while and Barnes said you were on holiday.

      - I thought after our last chat you wouldn't want to talk to me, Christopher.

      - It was a hurdle, Y/N. - he got closer to her. - Listen, I understand it was rough of me to attack your job like that but you have to understand it's because I care for you and that job is beneath you.

      - No job is beneath anyone, Christopher. You think that silver spoon mouthed talk is gonna make me forget you basically insulted me, my boss and the child I look after?

      - You have a Bachelors and a Masters, Y/N. You should be working internships, assistant positions to help you build your curriculum, not being a silver spoon mouthed man's child's babysitter.

      - That's all fine when you can afford to work a non paid position, Christopher.

      - I care about you, Y/N.

      - But I don't love you.

      - I don't expect you to love me yet, we haven't been seeing each other for too long and if we ...

      - Christopher. - she interrupted him. - I love someone else. It's not gonna stop.

(...)

Y/N dragged herself home. It was now a week, a week long of worrying wether she passed or not. She guessed it was better than having to do it again, heck she hoped she wouldn't have to do it again. She opened the door and heard mumbling with all the lights being off. She moved to turn the lights on, coming face to face with a home made sign and Sadie yelling surprise.

      - What is this? - she smiled, leaning down to pick Sadie up.

      - You're done, it's a party. - Bucky chuckled, pointing to the sign. - We have reservations in about 3 hours. Bought an ice cream cake and Sadie made you a card.

      - You shouldn't have done this.

      - What? After 3 years and a half of you moaning and whining over psychology, you need a nice night out.

      - You do know she'll start crying at around 10.

      - That's why we have dinner reservations at 6.30 and once she's in bed, I will allow you full control of the television. How does that sound?

      - I may not pass.

      - You got this far. You deserve a celebration just for you.

taglist: @talesofadragon @themermaidscales82 @winters1917 @vladsgirlxx @stinkerbelle007 @maybefoxysouls @blackwood-bodecker-housewife @chipilerendi @kandis-mom @belennasif @abitofblues @buckybarnessimpp

[maydaydiaz]

bts are saying all the focus on rg in the behind the scenes content means we’re getting means rg leaving in S8 and they think lfj is going to take his spot and get a series regular promotion they claim to have it confirmed

honestly anon what they fail to tell you is that it was, in fact, their cousin's mum's long-lost auntie's son's goldfish who confirmed it.

no but for real, they're just jealous that ryan is loved and adored by the entire cast and crew. he's the people's princess.

they hate that he's happy. we all know the kind of things they've been saying about him irl and his character and it just makes them more annoyed that their crusty man hasn't been seen in any s8 bts yet and that when he was in s7, he looked like he'd never known what fun was and would rather be talking to himself on a video.

their hate campaign is failing spectacularly, their ship is sinking and their holier-than-thou saviour lou is off somewhere begging for another role for his 10 seconds of fame like the d-list actor he is so they're trying to stir up things to make other people feel just as worried and anxious as they are now.

if they were confident he was coming back for s8, or that bt were endgame like they claim they believe, they wouldn't be stirring anything up.

[canirove]

Rice, Rice, baby | Chapter 27

Previous chapter | Next chapter

Masterlist

“So, are you ready to make coffee for your favourite player one last time before the little man arrives?” 

“Declan, just because I'm going on maternity leave doesn't mean I'm not allowed to make you or anyone else a coffee, you know?” I laugh. 

“I was talking about Jack, Liv” he smirks over facetime.

“You… urgh” I reply, rolling my eyes.

“But good to know I am your favourite player” he winks. 

“Maybe not anymore” I say, trying really hard to stop my cheeks from turning bright red. How can his wink affect me even through a screen? Like… how? 

“Liar” he laughs. “Anyway, there was something I wanted to ask you before me and the boys arrive tomorrow.”

“Ok.”

“Now that my family and everyone at Arsenal knows about us… About having a baby together and all that…” he says, biting his lip. He had never done that before, and it is… dear God. It is the hottest thing ever. “Would you mind if I also told the people here?”

“What?” 

“I just… It's going to be very tough to see you and not be able to act normal around you. To have to fake in front of everyone and hear them talk about you and Alex, or about him being the father of my son.”

“Alex is sick, you won't have to see him.”

“How convenient, uh?” he chuckles.

“That's what I said, yes. He's a coward, he doesn't want to have to face you.”

“Good. Because if we crossed paths and he said something to me, I don't know if I would be able to contain myself and not break his nose.”

“Leave the punching to me, please.”

“Ok” Declan smiles. “But Liv… I think it would help us both be more relaxed, you know? And it would be a way to avoid the boys who already know about it saying something they shouldn't or someone hearing them and starting a rumour.”

“I guess it makes sense… But the idea of Jack Grealish knowing about it isn't the most comforting one. He doesn't seem to be the most trustworthy person, you know?”

“Jack is a good guy, Liv. But if you don't trust him, we won't tell him anything.”

“Thank you. I don't trust any of his club teammates, to be honest.”

“Liv!” Declan laughs.

“What? Don't you read the news?”

“Ok, fine. We won't tell anything to the City boys.”

“Good. I don't like Henderson either.”

“Olivia!” he laughs again.

“It's not my fault that your teammates suck, Declan” I shrug.

“I think it would be easier if you sent me a list with who is banned and who isn't.”

“Good idea. When were you planning on telling them?”

“Liv, I was joking” he chuckles. “But you aren't.”

“I'm not, no. I'm about to have a baby for the first time, and that's scary enough already. I don't want to have to worry about people I don't like telling their wives, lovers or whatever it is they have going on, and it ending in the press. We have enough with your ex’s crazy fans.”

“Yeah, that's true” he sighs.

“I’ll send you that list later today, ok?”

“Ok.”

“Thank you, Declan.”

“No. Thank you, Liv, for allowing me to do this. I know it isn't easy for you.”

“Yeah, well… But they are your friends even if some of them are a bit questionable” I shrug. “No one is perfect.”

“I'm really close to it, tho” he smirks.

“So humble, Declan Rice.”

“The most humble one.”

“Olivia, lunch is ready!” my mum calls from downstairs.

“I have to go. I'll send you that list as soon as I can, ok?”

“Ok” he nods. “But we still are talking tonight, aren't we?”

“Of course. I wouldn't miss our night chats for anything in the world.”

“Neither would I” he smiles. And even though I like all his smiles, this one is my favourite one. Because it is a real and honest one, one that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. It probably is the one that made me fall in love with him. “See you tonight, Liv.”

“See you tonight, Declan.” 

━━━━━━❃━━━━━━

“Liv!” 

“Hello, Harry” I smile as he walks into the cafeteria.

“Oh my God” he says. “Look at you! You look beautiful!”

“Oh, stop it” I say before hugging him. “How are Kate and the kids?”

“They all are good, feeling more and more at home in Munich.”

“So glad to hear that. Tell them I miss them and that I'm looking forward to seeing them soon.”

“I wil” he smiles. “But let's talk about you! How are you feeling? And the little one?”

“We both are doing great. I get a bit more tired every day, but that's normal towards the end.”

“It is, yes. May I?” he says, nodding towards my bump.

“Of course” I smile.

“It is amazing, isn't it? You still haven't met him, and you already love him and would do anything for him.”

“Yeah” I say, trying to not get emotional.

“Declan told me you still don't have a name.”

“Nope. And if you are thinking about suggesting yours… Too late. He already did.”

“He told me you are being quite peculiar about it” he chuckles.

“Peculiar or stubborn?” I ask, arching an eyebrow.

“Well…”

“It's ok, don't worry” I laugh.

“Can I confess something?” Harry says. 

“Sure.”

“I'm glad Declan is his dad and not Alex. I've known Dec for a long time and he is one of the good ones. One of the best. He may have made some mistakes in the past, some very big ones…” Oh, he knows. Of course Harry knows about everything that has happened between us. Declan looks up to him, he is one of his role models. And he has known us both for years, basically seen us go from teenagers to adults. So if Declan was in need of advice or needed to vent, he was the perfect person to go to. “But you won't find anyone with a heart like his, Liv. He will do anything for you and the baby, to make sure you both are safe and happy. Alex, on the other hand…”

“I thought you liked him.”

“He doesn't like me, and I don't like him either. But unlike him, I'm a gentleman.”

“Touché” I chuckle. “And the others are coming” I say, looking at the door.

“I believe not everyone knows, right?”

“Yeah… I just…”

“Don't need to explain yourself, Liv. I'm their captain, I know what we are dealing with” he laughs.

“I… umm… Thank you, Harry.”

“You're welcome, Liv” he smiles, kissing my hand before some other players join us. While they all congratulate me and start talking about how the baby will be a future Tottenham star knowing how much my dad loves football and the club, I look for Declan around the cafeteria.

When I find him, he is with Bukayo and Mason, two of the people who know about us. While they talk, he is just looking at me, smiling. And it is that smile again, the one he gave me over facetime the day before and that makes me feel all the butterflies. 

━━━━━━❃━━━━━━

“Olivia, is that a piece of cake?”

“Shit!” I say, the fork slipping from my hands. “What are you doing here, Declan? Isn't the bus leaving already?”

“In five minutes” he says, picking the fork from the floor. “They needed to check something and I told them I had to go to the bathroom.”

“You are in the wrong place, then.”

“Liv, I lied. I wanted to see you before I left. Maybe get a good luck kiss?” he smirks.

“A what?” 

“Oh my God, your face just turned the same colour of my Arsenal shirt” he laughs.��

“Not funny!” I say, kicking his leg.

“Hey, I need that for later today!”

“Sorry” I shrug, eating another bite of my cake. Our chocolate cake. The national team had thrown me a little goodbye party the day before and Declan had told them to get it for me as a present because it was my favourite. Though it turned out to also be their favourite, and I had had to ask Olga to hide some slices in the kitchen just for me.

“Anyway, can I get a good luck kiss or not? On the cheek, of course.”

“Of course” I say, my face still burning. “Do I have to get up? You are too tall, Declan.”

“Ok, I'll bend down” he says, kneeling in front of me. “Better?”

“Much better, thank you. Which cheek do you prefer?”

“I don't mind. But before you do it” he says, one of his hands suddenly cupping my face while the thumb of the other moves over the corner of my mouth, making me gasp. “You have chocolate here, Liv.”

“Oh” I say. Oh. That's all I'm able to say. Because he is too close. And you all know what happens when he is that close. His eyes, his perfume, my brain and body shutting down…

“Liv…” he whispers, his thumb now over my lower lip, moving even closer. He is going to kiss me. He is. I can see his eyes moving from mine to my mouth and back up, hesitating, kind of like asking for permission.

“Declan” I whisper back, closing my eyes and hoping it will tell him that I want it. His kiss. Him. I want him. 

And when I feel his lips brushing against mine…

“Deccers!” someone calls from outside the cafeteria, making us both jump and quickly get up. Though in my case maybe not so quickly. “Deccers, where are you?”

“I… I have to go. That's Jack and…”

“Yes, of course.”

“I… umm…”

“Good luck, Declan” I say, giving him the kiss on the cheek we had agreed on once I've finally managed to stand up. 

“Thank you, Liv” he replies, still not moving.

“Deccers!” Jack says, opening the cafeteria's door. “C'mon, we are waiting for you, bro!”

“Yes, sorry, I just… I…”

“He had forgotten his ipad here earlier and came to get it back” I quickly say. 

“I don't care. Can we leave now?” Jack says.

“Jerk” I say under my breath.

“Yes, of course. I… Umm… Take care, Liv.”

“You too you, Declan. And good luck.”

“Thank you” he smiles, hitting a chair as he leaves.

“Bro, careful!”

“Sorry” Declan says, looking at me one last time before he and Jack disappear through the door, leaving me alone with my cake… and another almost kiss.

[abiiors]

maybe Jules and matty meeting each others parents for the first time 🥹 or honestly just any fluffy stuff

the meeting with matty's parents goes easy as a walk in the park. it's not planned, not really. they just show up as a surprise to one the band's big gigs. jules, who happens to be there, goes bright red the moment she runs (quite literally) into the denise welch.

she tries not to be awkward and all flustered about it, muttering apologies for knocking into her like that until a tween boy pops his head from behind her, looking adorably like a mini version of matty. jules almost coos, wanting to pinch his cheeks, but she doubts the boy would appreciate it much.

it's matty's little brother, she's soon told by her grinning boyfriend who's over the moon from this turn of events. louis, who initially makes faces at the prospect of his older brother having a girlfriend, comes around the moment they discover their shared love for video games.

matty can't stop beaming--looking between his mum and his girlfriend, getting along like a house on fire. he has no doubts that when jules gets to meet matty's dad later that month, she'd immediately take the spot of the darling of the family.

meeting jules' parents goes a differently, however.

he's bricking it, and even though he hasn't told jules about it matty's sure she can tell. he's being so obvious with wiping his sweaty palms on his (not ripped, clean) jeans every five minutes, the bouncing of his knees. the teeth gnawing on his lips.

it's not a long train ride but her parents do live down south--residents of a much posher area that he's used to. uncharted waters he thinks. next to him jules pretends to be cool and aloof, but matty knows she isn't all that happy about it either.

it's not that she doesn't get along with her parents. it's that they hardly speak, much more formal and stilted with each other. the complete opposite of matty and his family.

"they'll love you" she says, once and then twice. matty takes hold of her hand, kissing it sweetly.

"eh, i'm not so worried about that." his grin is easy going and carefree. the grin jules loves so dearly. for her sake, he will be on his best behaviour.

it goes as they both expect it. a dinner verging on formal and awkward, jules' mum and dad asking questions only when the silence gets overwhelming. other than that they're painfully cordial--all tight smiles, and polite hellos and averted eyes.

it's only when they leave for the night that jules breathes a huge sigh of relief. "thought i was going to suffocate in there, god!" she whines, turning to matty and pouting.

"i'm sorry it was a bit shit."

he's about to make a joke, something silly to get rid of his own disappointment when he sees the hurt shining in her eyes. she'd thought this would go better. that for once her family would be all warm and loud like matty's. and it hadn't.

matty takes a hold of her hand and pulls her closer, twirling her last minute before he can catch her in his arms. they're in the middle of the street, passers by giving them odd looks but he doesn't care about it. he cares that she feels appreciated.

he cares that she feels as precious as she is to him.

"posh southern people," he grins, swapping pansies out for people last minute out of respect. although he has a sneaking feeling she wouldn't have minded either way.

they walk hand in hand down the road and towards the train station, still full from the lunch and cracking up about all the awkward moments.

"can we just..."

"meet up with everyone and get drunk?" matty finishes her question. finally, her face brightens a little and jules nods.

[theonetruegnome]

Happy Critterween!

I KNOW I'M LATE, AND I'M SO SORRYYYYYYYYY! D: The ADHDemon just got into my head, and what with college and being sick I just lost all motivation. I'm really sorry guys, I'll try and do the Christmas one in time, but no promises, what with motivation and my attention span TmT Also, Really quick, big thanks to @funny-critter-blog @daydreamer36 @smilingcrittersthingig @putterpen @that1garrulousfan @ali-the-weirdo @thefoolishone666 @eggonicayto and @t-x-sc, just for being amazing moots, people in general and supporting to me/listening to my ideas/helping me to write this. I love all of you so much it hurts, and I wouldn't trade my friendship with any of you for all the rice in china or the pearls in the sea.

Edit: I AM SO SORRY, I FORGOT A MOOT-

ANYWAY-

______________________________________________________________ 'No Mom, I won't take anything homemade from strangers! I love you too.'

Eli stepped out of his house, his mother stepping outside to kiss him goodbye one more time.

'*MWAH!* Be safe Eli! And stick with the others, I don't want you to go wandering off.' 'I will mom! Jeez, it's like you've never sent me outside before!' 'Well, what kind of mother would I be if I didn't worry obsessively about you? Oh, and remember-' 'Yes, I'll go straight to Dad's house, and make sure he calls you so you know I'm safe. I knowww!' The grins and hugs him to her side quickly. '-Remember to have fun. Go on then, I won't hold you up any more...'

Beaming, she gave Eli a gentle push, which Eli responded to my running off like there were wolves at his heels.

Eli ran along the street and quickly came to the play park, where he said he'd meet the others. Almost immediately, he started to tap his foot impatiently. His hand soon followed, drumming against the park railing without any sort of rhythm. He glanced up and down the street, even though he'd only been there for about twenty seconds. His ADHD was making it incredibly hard to wait, especially since he ought to have been out harassing homeowners out of free candy. He smiled at the thought of his mum trying to get him to bed later that night...

He soon spotted a pair of smaller critters coming towards him, literally skipping hand-in-hand. It was difficult to tell who was who due to their costumes, but he had a good idea...

'Hey Eli!' 'Callum! Leah!'

He pulled them into a very very weak Eli squeeze™, though he still heard Leah whimper and squirm.

'Eli, please! I'm carrying Precious cargo here!' He released his grip on them both. 'Sorry Leah! I'm just so excited for-! Wait, what cargo?'

Leah was wearing a fuzzy bee costume, complete with a little black and yellow hat and a stinger on her butt. It was only slightly unconvincing, and that was only because she was still wearing her cardigan over the striped fabric. She held up a small belt sewn into her costume, which was holstering several jars of honey.

'OOOOHHH, right, bee... Also, may I just say, you are ADORABLE!' Leah giggled and looked away, blushing. 'No, I'm really not... I bet I look silly really...' 'No, don't say that Leah! Eli's right, you are the cutest little BeeBear I've ever seen!' 'You must not have seen many BeeBears then!' 'Leah, listen to me-' Callum grabbed Leah by the shoulders; 'We all love you dearly, you are a key member of our group, and you are an adorable little bumblebee. I don't care what you say, my opinion and everyone else's is that you are cute. Understand?' '...I Understand, Callum.' 'Ok, come here...' He pulled Leah into a cuddle, and Eli started squealing with delight. Once Callum released Leah, Eli turned to him:

'So, do you know where-' 'ELIIIIIII!'

Sunny came suddenly running up to him, and Eli was almost actually knocked over by the force of her tackle-hug.

'JESUS-'

Sunny chuckled, and quickly released him, beaming wildly.

'How the heck are you Eli?' 'I'm- I'm good... Jesus christ you scared me!' 'hehehehehe! Sorry! I just couldn't help it, it's just so exciting, don't you think?' '...Don't we trick or treat every year?' 'Well, yeah. But that doesn't mean I can't still be excited!' 'Touché, sunny. Touché... what are you supposed to be, anyways?' 'isn't it obvious?' She was wearing an ornate falcon headdress, a cardboard double crown, a short robe and carrying an ankh. '...Hawkman?' 'Wha- no, Eli, I'm Horus!' '...' 'The Egyptian sun god?' 'Yeah, I still don't know who that is.' Sunny sighed and looked over to Eli and Dandy, visibly 'Awwww!'-ing at the sight of the two of them.

After quickly complimenting Callum's Rum Tum Tugger costume and Leah's fuzzy bee threads, Sunny spoke up.

'So, anybody know where the other four of our entourage are?' 'Umm... n-no idea, sorry Sunny.' 'I was just asking the same thing.' 'Me neither.'

Everybody jumped at the sudden gruff voice. Dandy began laughing loudly and mirthfully at their surprise. She was wearing a batman costume, and blended seamlessly into the shadows.

'Oh my god, that was priceless!' Eli immediately started laughing as well, beaming 'DANDY!' 'H- Ha- how long w-were you w-w-waiting to do th-that?' She shrugged, 'I'unno. What time is it, six PM? So that's fifteen... then forty five.... about four hours-ish?' 'You were waiting to scare us for Four HOURS?!' 'Oh, no, I only concocted my master plan about three hours in when I realised how dark my costume is. On account of... I'm Batman. I already climbed the tree to wait because my feet got tired.' 'Well, may I just say, it was GENIUS! I wish I'd thought of it!' 'Thanks! But you probably don't Eli. The branches are too thin and spindly. Like Leah's arms.' 'HEY! They're not-! Wait, actually, no, you're right, they are, sorry...' 'Ok, I think that's enough discussing Dandy's genius-' 'NEVARRR!' '-Anyone seen the others?' 'Oh, yeah, Mana's just down there in the park on the swingset.' 'Oh, okay then, I'll just go get her-' 'No need Sunny, already here!' 'Right, so now we need to find Conk and Munchy. Anyone have any ideas where they could be?' 'Conk messaged me half an hour ago, if that helps?' 'Well, what'd he say?' ''Leaving the house soon, just helping Cham but on her costume.'' 'Did he-' ''Meet you guys outside the park?' I told him yes, we'd wait.' 'Ok, great! Now all that's left is to find Munchy. Any ideas anyone?' Nobody spoke up. In the meantime, Callum was suspiciously edging his way away from the group, and faced away from them, his body oddly stiff. 'Cal'?' '....Oh, I promised I wouldn't tell, but I can't do it! ' '...Munch isn't coming...' '......WHAT?!'

______________________________________________________________

[pinkydevil16]

Tyler Galpin x reader: Bunny

Tyler had staked his claim on Y/n the moment he'd met her, decided she was his bunny, his innocent bunny to nurture and protect. When he was younger he'd thought it was because he saw her like a sister, but when he grew up he realised he didn't want her to be his sister, he didn't want her to be a friend, he wanted her to be his. His dad thought it was a cute crush, happy he had friends other than the trouble making boys he hung around with, a sweet girl who made him do his homework and helped out his mum aswell. Tyler changed quickly when his mum passed away, he became meaner for a while, bullying an outcast until Y/n found out. She'd threatened to stop being his friend and that had snapped something inside of him, wanting to slam her against the wall by her throat and demand she take it back, instead he fell to his knees and cried into her stomach. Y/n's heart breaking as she pet his hair, hugging him close and apologising for being so cruel to him, he's just lost his mum and then she threatened to leave? How cruel of her.

Then he met Laurel, and he realised what had snapped that night, the night Y/n threatened to leave him his hyde had claimed her, not as a master, but as his property. Laurel showed him he could have anything he wanted, showed him how to manipulate and how to kill, she thought it was all for her, and maybe at first it was but Tyler knew every kill made Y/n run into his arms. Afraid of the creature in the woods, and Tyler was more than happy to walk her home, cuddle her whilst she talked about her day, working at the police station with his dad meant she knew a little too much but he liked it. Liked how she told him everything, his dad's pretty little secretary, he'd gotten his bunny the job by manipulating his dad and why wouldn't his dad want his son to be happy? So he ignored all the warning signs, made a few jokes about Tyler's nickname for Y/n, bunny, an odd nickname since Y/n wasn't an innocent bunny, she was funny and sparky but to Tyler she would always be that innocent girl he'd met. Didn't say anything when Tyler pushed over a boy who asked Y/n out, told the kids parents Tyler hadn't meant to, covered up his sons behaviour.

Y/n sat on the counter top of the weathervane, Tyler wiping down a few tables and chatting to the patrons, his eyes always coming back to Y/n as she swung her legs. She'd finished work, the Sheriff letting her go early before it turned dark, knowing Tyler would walk her home or she'd stay the night if she worried about Tyler walking home alone. Tyler smiled as he walked towards Y/n, pushing her legs open to slot himself between them, Y/n smiling up at him as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Do you want a new drink bunny?" Y/n hummed to herself for a moment, leaning back then nodding with a wide grin, Tyler's hands holding her upper thighs tightly as she moved, refusing to let her move an inch away from him. Tyler gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, slowly moving back so his hands grazed along her thighs, a tease he loved to do to her, watching as she tensed her thighs unable to press them together. He'd kept her his innocent bunny, any guy who came near her was quickly scared off by him or they tried to stop her being friends with Tyler which she didn't like either. Tyler flitted around behind her, typing away on her phone with her legs crossed on the counter, only a few customers left as it was almost closing, dark outside and everyone feeling the fear of whatever was in the woods creeping into their bodies. Tyler came round with her drink, Y/n uncrossing her legs allowing him to slot between them once more, her hands coming to grasp the drink, taking a quick sip before letting a small moan escape her lips. Tyler drinking in the noise, adjusting so he wouldn't be pressing against her thigh, not that she ever noticed when she cuddled up to him. 

"How was work?" Y/n placed down her cup, moving to play with Tyler's hair as she thought over his question before sighing.

"Long, another body was found out near Nevermore, i can't believe we've got some creature or animal or whatever attacking people. Your dad's really worried about it, and you, i know he's bad at showing it but he does worry about you working so late." Tyler wanted to sneer at the thought of his dad caring, he only said it to Y/n since he wanted to seem like a good guy, he'd hidden his whole past from him and then basically abandoned him when his mum died so why should his dad start caring now. Instead Tyler nodded, grasping Y/n's hips and pulling her into him so he could drop his head into her neck, her arms coming around him as he played into her sympathy.

"I can close up early if you're scared bunny, we can stay at yours and make a blanket fort?" Y/n smiled, kissing his shoulder with a nod, Tyler grinning into her neck, laying a kiss under her ear, hearing her breath stop. His hands tightening on her hips, he wanted to rock into her, mark her neck and make her cry out but he was patient, she was in the palm of his hand but he wanted her to beg for it. 

30 minutes later and Tyler was locking up, Y/n hugged close to him with his jacket around her shoulders, the cold chill setting in as well as the dark streets. Very few people walking home from work, and a police cruiser driving through the streets on patrol, Tyler placed the keys in his pocket and wrapped Y/n under his arm. The walk was quick, her apartment not far from his work and with the chilly air Y/n was lightly pulling him closer until she saw her door, parting from Tyler to open it quickly,  both of them rushing in to keep the heat inside the small apartment. Tyler helping Y/n out her coat, hanging it up with his as she flitted through the apartment checking all the heating and flicking the kettle on for a hot drink to warm them back up. Tyler followed behind her, both their shoes discarded at the door, her body leaning against the counter trying to reach her hot chocolate, Tyler pressing against her as he grasped it just above her hand. Y/n smiling as she turned in his arms, reaching for the box but Tyler held it out her way, a smirk on his face as he and Y/n fought for a moment before she gave up. Huffing Y/n crossed her arms, leaning against the counter allowing Tyler to hover over her. Patting his cheek he spoke.

"You know the price bunny." Y/n rolled her eyes, letting out a playful sigh, reaching up to kiss his cheek, Tyler turning his head so her lips met his instead. Y/n gasping and hitting his chest as he laughed, dropping the hot chocolate onto the counter as he caged her in laughing at her pout.

"Sorry bunny, too easy not to." Y/n rolled her eyes, grabbing the hot chocolate and turning back around and making two drinks, Tyler pressing against her back, arms around her waist and head in the crook of her neck. Placing a small kiss on her neck he parted from her, grabbing pillows and blankets before setting up the sofa to be extra comfy, Y/n joining with their hot chocolates and some crisps tucked under her arms. Tyler helping her as he settled into the sofa, his arms open for Y/n after she switched on the tv and dropping into his lap, protective arms around her, smothering her into his chest. When they'd finished their drinks Tyler pulled her to lay down, her head on his chest and blankets piled on top of them, half asleep Y/n kissed his chest mumbling a thank you for staying with her, Tyler smirking as he kissed his bunny on the head. 

Wednesday Taglist:

@celibacy-or-death @sarcastic-sourwolf @snips-501 @lilithskywalker @parkersmyth @hey-im-bored504 @1horrormoviewhore1 @peachycupotea @moonmaiden1996 @bebopsworld @betray-jaes@o-the-o-grim-o-reaper-o @ilovedeadguys @kaz-2y567 @darling-twh @90sgothik@thematicallythalia @cheezybread @arivh @kaz-2y567 @akinatrix @just-sana @manuosorioh@alohastitch0626 @snips-501 @lovesanimals0000 @trashmouthsahra @whatinthefreshhellisthis@elle4404 @pasta88love @sourbiscuit @sl-t4ym1r @whatinthefreshhellisthis @it-was-never-meant-to-be-boys @bringontheweirdworld @laneyspaulding19 @torirosalie @nushy @sophiexoxsblog@here4thefanfic @clevercreatornight @@here4thefanfic @runrabbitrun3 @bi-narystars@doingurmom69 @hanmashujisfuturewife @maystecc @hannaeditzs @yeehawbitchs @living-breathing-bibliophile @kissmebakugou @yunoguns @iovaki @paulina15 @hotgirlsshareaccounts@wonderlandco @kylobensgirl @tobylikesfire @cazza2009 @formulaangel55 @mxxny-lupin @nerd-queen14313 @let-love-bleeds-red @gloriousgam3r @venusandvirtue @emma-andrea1 @nega-omega@herejustforjj @moony-artemis @brittney69 @saltybeanp0le @wonwooen-reads @fanficfanatic204@jolenie @fl0r4f4wn @sidekickforlife @omgmywonderwall-blog @2234world @herejustforjj@serrinaisdying @cherryflavoureds-blog @qardasngan @b-tchymoon @potatosaladsunset@smileykiddie08 @sanguinesaint-kaleidoscopeeyes @spenglerslime @

[wolfstargazer]

What are your thoughts on Sirius and Remus openness about their sexual orientation, given the time and all? How old are they when they come out? Are they open to just the closest cirkle or do they show their love to the world? Do they agree or is this an area of conflict between them?

I love this ask! Whoa, okay, buckle in because this response is going to be long and include extended headcanon....

Sirius

My headcanon for this is that Sirius is bisexual. He has always been comfortable with sex, and could be described as bi-curious from his early teens, although it takes him until his late teens and post-Hogwarts to explore his sexuality in regards to men.

He never comes "out" in the sense that he makes an announcement, although this doesn't come from a place of shame rather a pathological dislike of explaining himself to others. He doesn't hide it, but he does tend to keep his personal life very separate from his friendships.

James has always known and, by extension, Lily. Those around him in the Order also know or at least suspect. In regards to his family I've always headcanoned that the Blacks wouldn't care and would have much more of a problem with Sirius' political opinions, his friends and being a Gryffindor than him being interested in men. Also in my headcanon the wizarding world is broadly more tolerant than it's Muggle counterpoint on things like this - and is analogous to the tacit acceptance of adolescent homosexuality as a result of the boarding school system prevalent in the upper classes in British society historically (more can be found out about this here).

Remus and more below the cut...

Remus

My headcanon for Remus is he really struggles with his sexuality. My Remus is demisexual and really struggles as a result of this, and has no clear conception of his orientation particularly as a teen. Much of this is due to his difficulty in experiencing sexual attraction as others seem to, which is a particular point of stress whilst he is a teenager. He also tries to persue romantic relationships with girls exclusively during his teenage years which never feels to him to be a natural fit. This is compounded by the intensity of his feelings for Sirius towards the end of their school days together and he struggles to understand what this means and represses this.

Much of Remus' attitudes and fears about his sexuality are compounded by both his experience of the Muggle world which is more intolerant, and his experience of his lycanthropy. Remus knows what it is like to marginalised, to be stigmatised and feared, and struggles to accept that he would be both a werewolf and be attracted to men. He also worries about intimacy, particularly sexual intimacy with others, as he doesn't trust himself easily as he fears "letting go" as a consequence of his lycanthropy. His internalised self-hatred in my mind really does run deep.

The only people in my headcanon who have a strong sense of Remus' struggles are in this regard are his mum and Lily. It is a great regret of Remus' that he was never able to talk to his mum about this before she died.

It takes Remus until his 30s, and until Sirius returns from Azkaban, to really accept his sexuality.

Does this drive conflict between Remus and Sirius?

One of the central drivers of the conflict and angst between Remus and Sirius in my work is the mis-match and tension between their feelings and attitudes towards their sexuality on an individual level, and what it means in terms of their relationship with each other.

Sirius recognises his feelings for Remus for what they are from very early on. But he does not feel Remus feels the same, and does not want to risk their friendship by expressing it in a way that he suspects his friend would reject or feel uncomfortable with. Plus, Remus' outward behaviour leads Sirius to believe he is straight.

Remus is afraid of his feelings for Sirius and does not want to be any more different than he already feels as a result of his lycanpthropy. Not only does he struggle to accept his demisexuality and same-sex attraction, but he would never in a million years feel that *the* Sirius Black would ever feel that way for him.

This tension grows and comes to a head post Hogwarts and the First War, and is a driving force behind the distance, mistrust and complete breakdown in their relationship to the point they suspect one another of being the spy.

When they are older, and post-Azkaban, things are very different. If you want to know why someone drop me an ask for part 2 of my TED Talk as I could go on about this forever! 💜

[welcometoneverland-98]

Laughter Lines // 10 - The troll situation

❂ ❂ ❂

I had pretty much begged Roman to forget about the existence of the Malfoy letter. I had talked to him every day for what seemed to be weeks and each time we talked he would just shrug me off and tell me not to worry. I hand't written to our mother about it and I was starting to worry that maybe he had said something to her, but then again if he had she would say something about it to me, at least that's what I hoped for.

    John could tell I was stressing out and of course that so could Joanne, her being as observant as she was. They would bring me to the fields more often, to try and get me distracted and not talk about the Malfoy's but then the conversation would somehow always end up there and I would just get even more distressed about the entire situation. They really tried to help me, after even trying to tell me that maybe going to the dinner wouldn't be such a good thing, but they quickly changed their minds once I told them about the whole ideals that the Malfoy family had. 

    I tried to focus only on my friends and not my problems and for a few moments everything was alright. John would be reading about constellations and I would bug him to try out for the Hufflepuff Quidditch team so we could play against each other, but he would always dismiss me of that conversation. He loved his starts and not sitting on a broom while chasing and being chased by some mean enchanted balls. He was however very supportive of me whenever I had practice, just like he had been last year when I had first met him. Joanne, just like her brother, could not be persuaded into playing the sport as she claimed that she could suffer a bad injury that could cause damage to her brain, and that was the most precious thing for her. So I gave up in trying to get them to join any team.

❂ ❂ ❂

    It was Halloween night and every student was gathered on the Great Hall as we had dinner. The hall was decorated for the festivities, with candy sprawled around the tables and pumpkins replacing the candles as they floated on the ceiling. Halloween was one of my favourite holidays, mostly because of all the prank wars that everyone would be pulling on each other. It was always more fun to watch than to be pranked and Slytherin had an open prank war with Gryffindor for ages now, and of course that the ginger twins were some of the masterminds behind all of it. 

    Everything was calm, like it had always been during dinner but then everything shifted very quickly. It started with my brother, who had been late for dinner and seemed sort of nervous when he finally took a sit next to me. I had asked him what was wrong but he just brushed me off and started to eat his meal, so I thought it was nothing to worry about. But then he started to fidget on his seat, his eyes moving from the food on his plate and then towards me, and back again and again and finally I had enough of the charades.

    "Roman what's the matter with you?" I asked, my body shifting so I could face him properly.

    He took a moment, his hands grabbing a napkin as he wiped his lips and then took a sip of the leftover pumpkin juice that was on his cup.

    "Are you gonna keep ignor-"    

    "We're going to have dinner with the Malfoy's this weekend" he interrupted me.

    My eyes went wide as my brain processed his words, letting it all sink in. 

    "Wha-what do you mean?" I asked, a million questions starting to flood my head "did you talk to mum? Did she say yes?"

    "I wrote a letter to Lucius Malfoy accepting his invitation" he said it like it meant nothing, his shoulder shrugging "mum has been warned of course"    

    "Mum as been warned?" Disbelief was now very much presence on my voice "what kind of game are you playing here Roman?"

    He had started to talk, to maybe try and give me some sort of explanation about his actions and why he had acted up when I had pretty much begged him not to but then the screams happened.

    The doors to the hall had been open with force as a distressed professor Quirell ran inside, his footsteps heavy as he kept yelling out.

    "Troll in the dungeons!" 

    The man ran erratically, yells coming out as he warned everyone about the eminent danger that we were all put in. Everyone knew that trolls were not friendly, in fact most of them were just very dangerous and aggressive towards humans, so as soon as the professor had fainted chaos installed on the room. 

    Students from every single table started to scream and get up, discarding whatever food they had been previously eating and now only focusing on where to run to and hide. My body did not react like everyone else, and I saw some people that had also remained sat down, but most of the first year's were running around the room like it had just caught on fire and it was then that Dumbledore spoke out bringing silence to a once chaotic space. He had instructed that each house was to be escorted to their common room as the professors would handle the situation themselves. 

    My brother had found my hand, clutching it on his own as we got together with the other Slytherins as we started to leave and make our way down to the common room.

    "Isn't it a bad idea for us to go to the common room?" Roman looked at me like what I had just said was he greatest stupidity ever told "I mean the troll is in the dungeons and do you know what else is there? Our bloody common room Roman."

    And as realization hit him, his hand held onto mine tighter.

❂ ❂ ❂

[sketchyfletch]

As some folks asked yesterday, time to vent. Warning for reference to death, cancer, drug use and general family messiness.

My brother has always received a lot of praise from everyone who gets to know him. He is very intelligent, has a good career, is generous to friends and family. He is also shy, stubborn, usually gets his way and usually thinks he knows best. My girlfriend does not like him, which I found a bit jarring after a lifetime of people loving him. She believes my parents give him preferential treatment and he doesn't earn the praise he gets because he doesn't really work for what he gets, and people let his less pleasant moments slide.

This hasn't been helped by the fact he uses recreationally, which is very common for his scene and I think it should be legalised anyway. But for my girlfriend, who is from a community that would be much more heavily penalised for possession than my brother likely would it he were caught, it's quite brazen. However she knows he means a lot to me and she has made efforts to reach out to him, which blew up spectacularly a few weeks ago when she and I, her cousin and her best friend, were out together and she suggested that we invite him out with us. As it turned out he was in the area at a friend's place and invited us by for drinks. I was delighted that at last my girlfriend and my brother would get some bonding time. So I was pretty enraged when we arrived to find him and all his friends off their tits with paraphernalia scattered around, especially as he had never met my girlfriend's friend or cousin before.

We also lost my girlfriend's stepmum earlier in the year very suddenly. Stress and flu put strain on her heart, she went into septic shock and from relatively healthy one week, she was dead the next. Given my partner had been worried sick about her birth mum the previous year due to cancer and other health issues, this was a massive blow. There were signs this year that the cancer might have come back, so further strain. She is currently on suppressing drugs that weaken her immune system so we are be careful in any situation that might involve passing on infection.

We were meant to go to my family's for a belated Christmas this year. My brother and his partner flew abroad for the 25th. The day before, the partner was very ill and definitely shouldn't have travelled, but went anyway. He was coughing horribly for about a week, so with that in mind my partner and I agreed that she wouldn't come down on the later day to avoid picking anything up, and I would go down. On passing this info to my family, my mum's reaction was to imply that my partner was overreacting. Given her losses this year, this was deeply insensitive, and also deepened her belief that my brother gets to do whatever he wants and doesn't think about the impact on others. I did go down in the end and just focused on enjoying the day, but it wasn't the same without her there.

We're meeting my parents in a few days to talk things out and hopefully repair that relationship. But between all of the things going on last year, plus the fun that is buying a house in London in this day and age, balancing work and an apprenticeship, and my low grade grainy depression, I am so, spectacularly, fucking tired

[kirbudo]

Knowledge is cursed

Small change, M/n is the same year as the twins. For plot reasons, since I realized Percy graduates. And the age difference.

And also, because it is canon that the twins tend to bully M/n.

TW: bullying and meltdown

Tag List: @jasperthechaosgremlin @peter-the-pan

M/n sighed bitterly as his eyes gazed over everything tiredly. Had he lost touch with himself? No, rather he felt everything too much. After the small crying session with Hagrid, he felt slightly better. The kind man expressing that he should get some help and that he would lend an ear if anything. He hugged the books closer to him. "I need to change where I hide." He whispered to himself.

The twins hung their heads as the sound of Percy shouts made them quiet and no longer smiling. "You two are ridiculously stupid!" He snapped slamming his hand on the desk for more effect. "We didn't know!" Fred spoke in a whisper. "That he'd react that way!" George mimicked but he made sure to look away. "Promise!" They both shouted, in regret. Percy scowled as he shook his head, the trouble trio watched in silence. "I've told you two to stop it! God knows when he snaps!" Percy shouts in worry. His eyes showing great grief and worry over their brother.

The twins glanced at each other. Worry filled their minds. "What do you mean?" The asked as Percy looked close to tears. "Enough... Get out." He turned his back and went into his room. Ron peered over seeing the two whispering before walking out. "Ron, I think you should check on your brother." Harry spoke up as the red head shook his head. "No, mum says that I shouldn't get close to him while here. She's worried that if I bother him too much then he'll turn into a dark wizard."

Ron paused. "... But he has always been nice to me." Harry and Hermione stared at each other. "Ron, I think the way you're treating M/n... Is a bit abusive." Ron stared in shock at Harry. "What? No! We love him, were just Gryffindor and he's just a Ravenclaw." The two friends stared at each other.

M/n walked down the halls trying to find a good place to find. He thought he was fat enough that his siblings wouldn't find him. He huddled himself into a small corner. The dictionary that his father gave him had yet been read, it was better to read such a book alone as the thought of the precious book being taken from him was hurtful.

"Look, it's the black sheep Weasley." Draco had noticed the older male's cowering. He decided that the teen was a good target, if he couldn't target the trouble trio then it's better to hit those around them. The two goons cackled as Draco went to grab things from the red head but he didn't get any reaction as they destroyed his things. This annoyed Malfoy who saw him hug the muggle book.

M/n eyes widened as it was snacked away from him, the two goons held him back as Draco ripped every page out. His eyes filled with tears as Draco discovered a weakness. Digging through his satchels, he found more muggle book. "This is disgusting. How could you even think of carrying this around in Hogwarts of all places." He ripped them apart.

"No! Please, my dad gave me those!" He spoke not once of raising his voice but as time went on, a small crowd formed, mostly Slytherin... Then a few of his house mates watch... Then some gathered around to watch in shock. "You vile son of a bitch!" M/n Weasley shouted through tears as he thrashed against the two holding him. "I'll kill you! I'll kill everyone that ever loved you! How dare you ruin those?! They were mines!" He shouted making his voice go raw.

Draco stared in shock. Everyone did.

"Percy! Hurry! Draco is bullying M/n!" A fellow year maybe shouted grabbing him by his sleeve, Percy didn't hesitate to run full speed. The twins looked at each other before following after hearing from cackling Slytherin. The trio grew concerned at the shouting and crowd before Ron dropped his things hearing his brother screams.

The brothers stared in shock at the crying and unstable M/n. Who was finally let go after growing tired. "No... No. No. No." M/n sobbed out trying to put the pages back together, some of the pages burnt but she didn't care that his fingertips were nearly burnt. "No, dad I'm sorry... I should've... I didn't mean... Dad... Dad.." His cries made everyone stop, those who did nothing starting to feel guilty, some not wanting to watch anymore quickly left. Draco swallowed his saliva. "I wanna... Go home." He whispered.

Draco heard this, he was about to reach Weasley to say something... "Get away from him!" Percy shouted shoving him away. Draco stared... Harry ran over, glaring at him. "Go. You've done enough." Draco didn't have the energy to talk back as the two goons dragged Draco away.

"Percy... I didn't mean to... Dad's gift... He tried so hard to get me these... They're gone." M/n clung to Percy who hugged him tightly, rocking back and forth. "George, Fred! Go get McGonagall!" Her ordered. "You three, clean this up." Ron was about to whine but Hermione covered his mouth and nodded. "I... I want dad..."

After many attempts, Percy got M/n to go to the infirmary, Miss Humphrey was quick to take him and treat his burns. McGonagall rushed to the infirmary and listened to Percy speak about what happened. M/n was still sobbing trying to calm himself down with the help of the kind yet stern nurse. "I want... My dad." He repeated until he grew tired from sleeping...

Did I mention I like angst? Pure love for it.

[roseofithaca]

Little Messes

Set in my Second Chances verse, the morning after Bedtimes and @idiotwithanipad 's Home Time. Annie finds herself alone with her regressed stepdaughter.

-

A brief moment passes, as soon as Silver opens her eyes, where she can't remember why she's asleep in Mum and Annie's room. Had she had a bad dream? It had happened once, after a completely random nightmare that left her screaming at the top of her tower, terrified that the Burned Mary from the other world had returned to steal her away. The two older women had let her snuggle between them, like a frightened child...

Oh, wait.

More recent memories flood back to her. Silver sits up, noticing how gigantic the bed looks before her. When she stretches out her arms, she takes in how pudgy and little her fingers are. Then there's the rest of her body. It didn't feel quite as weird as one would think, as she quickly patted her flat chest and slightly rounder stomach. Mary had been feeding her up since she'd arrived but her body had remained mostly slim. At six, she'd yet to begun subconsciously starving herself to cope with her anxiety.

On the far wall hung a full length mirror and, from this distance, her own reflection was a blur of pink and black. Stupid eyes. At least when she looked at Jess beside her, the dog was solid and clear. The pooch raised her fluffy head to look at her.

"Morning, baby girl." She hugged the dog around the head, hearing her tail thud against the sheets.

At least the sun was shining outside, lighting up the bright yellow and blue paint of the room. It gave Silver a feeling of hope that they would soon sort this mess out.

Her mess. Amy's idea, sure, but she'd been just as eager to go along with it.

"Imagine if we did! No, we couldn't...Could we?"

"I mean...technically it should be possible. Most things are here. Oh my Gods, imagine their faces!"

"Don't, I still remember Humphrey's when Alison printed the pictures of my mum's socials."

"Exactly. I can just see him melting like butter to have Little Amy in front of him! It'll make his week!"

"Alright. You've convinced me. Just for a little while, yeah?"

Little while. Two days? A week? Thirteen years? What was that within the span of eternity?

Fuck. She messed up, she knew that. Always check the small print on potions like these.

Silver took a breath and rubbed Jess' head.

Hopefully Amy's night hadn't been too bad. Mary's anger had mostly been as Silver predicted. Explosive, but not volatile. Furious in the way Mums were supposed to get angry when their child does something stupid, always on a foundation of love and worry. As she'd hoped, the frustration had lifted for Mary to appreciate this chance to have a moment with her daughter she would never have before. Reading her little girl a bedtime story and tucking her in.

Of course she could do that any time she wanted, Silver wouldn't mind. But there was something special about doing that routine with a real child...and it had felt far more authentic to Silver too. Her mum never took the time for that sort of thing, mostly leaving it up to her dad. And when he'd died, she hadn't really cared to fill the role. By then, Silver was old enough to put herself to bed, and who cared if the lonely kid quietly cried herself to sleep?

Silver shook her head. Don't think about that. Different time, different plane of existence. That was Louise's childhood. Not Silver's. What memories she can create now, no matter how brief the time will be, are what will matter to her.

Cluttering noises sounded from down the steps. Silver slid off the bed and began to make her way down to the kitchen, Jess padding along at her side. Silver giggles, one hand on her back, the average sized dog seeming like a small pony beside her. Damn, Epona is going to tower over her when she goes outside.

The wooden floorboards were naturally warm under her bare feet. No heating required in their cottage, save for the fireplaces, mostly for extra heat and ambience.

Annie is already at work in the kitchen, wearing one of her flowery dresses with wide sleeves, her dark curls hanging loose past her shoulders.

She jumps out of her skin at the sight of Silver in the doorway.

"Jesus! Oh sorry, love, my mind had completely slipped that you be..." Annie laughed, nearly having dropped a case of sausages on the floor.

"Little?"

The ex-Puritan turned wannabe-Sixties-woman snorted, nodding.

"Yous made me bare witness to too many horror flicks with scary little'ens as the villains!" She accused with a smile.

To be fair, that was a classic trope.

"S'okay. I thought it had just been a bad dream for a moment when I woke." Less 'bad' and more stupid.

"Hmm, I's had my fare share of them in my time here. Most of them after nights out drinking grog with that William fellow, in the years before Mary arrived." Annie confessed.

It was funny how the Friends of Robin seemed to gravitate to find each other here, even when they hadn't haunted the land at the same time.

"Where is Mum?" Asked Silver.

"Asleep. She were up frettin' half the night, putting letters in bottles to send down the river, hopefully to get to one of the magic wielders we think might be able to help."

Silver's stomach twisted with guilt. Mum hadn't seemed that worried when she'd tucked her in, especially not after having read Matilda. She hadn't meant for this to be anything bad.

As she twiddled with the fabric of her night gown, Annie looked over, noticing her sudden bashfulness.

"Oh, fret not, little darlin'. People done far worse things than turn themselves into kiddies." Annie prepped the pan at the stove with a dollop of oil; "To be fair, I dunnos if anyone's done that, but she weren't panicking all that much."

"She weren't 'sposed to panic at all." Silver sighed, tottering closer to the worktops; "Was 'sposed to just be fun."

"I can sees that, love. Definitely put a glow in her cheeks, readin' you that story. Nicely done." Annie winked at her and Silver blushed; "But mayhaps that's why she be eager to get you back to normal. Can see it being all too tempting to get attached to you this way."

Annie poked her nose and Silver grinned. Both her and Amy had brought up what Other Mary had tried to do, the last time they found themselves as children. Really shouldn't be something they wanted to relive but...this was different. Her Mary was different, as was Humphrey...

"I is sure one of those messages will gets a response." Annie said, optimistic, "Let's just get this morning out the way as normal as we can, yeah? We'll make breakfast, wake your mum, eat it up, walk Jess and then get to work on finding this antidote. Sound good?"

Silver nodded; "Yeah!" When put like that, it sounded so much easier.

One of the reasons she'd found herself liking Annie when she first arrived was how down to Earth she was, something both she and Mum desperately needed a lot of the time. It was like having their own rational thinking anchor.

"Groovy." She smiled, a word that had become a favorite catch phrase of hers, as she'd devoured everything on her favorite era - despite having been sucked off nearly a hundred years prior.

As she turned to place the sausages in the pan, Silver ran to the pantry, needing to move a stall so she could reach the shelves inside.

"Uhh...Silver? Love, what you after?" Annie asked.

"Getting the eggs!"

"Why?"

She turned to frown at Annie as the woman left the stove to go to her.

"I'm helping make breakfast?" Like she always does. Well, most days, when she wasn't having a lie in.

Cooking and baking was the main thing she and Annie spent time bonding over. Silver had never had anyone to teach her such skills in life, so learning to be Annie's 'apprentice sous chef' had been much appreciated.

"Oh...There's no need, sweetheart. Not in your...condition." Annie said, oddly flustered.

"M'not sick, Annie."

"I know, love, but...How about you just leave this one to me and you can....try creating some clothes to wear for today?"

That hadn't occurred to her. Had she regained enough strength in her sleep?

She opened her palm and attempted to summon something small. A button. A simple button. Should be easy enough. But as hard as she tried to focus, power merely fizzled out at her fingertips again, and a wave of exhaustion hit her as if she'd just tried moving a wardrobe on her own.

"Ah." Annie noticed.

"Maybe I need to eat first?" Silver suggested.

"Maybe..." Even Annie couldn't manage to sound too certain of that. It was clearly something she'd never come across during her time here.

"Please can I help make brekkie?" Silver asked, with a slight pout. "I still 'member everything..." She thinks. Might need some reminding, just because of how fuzzy her head felt.

Her stepmother conceded, smiling slightly.

""Course, lovely. Hows about you do the scrambled eggs while I take care of the sausages?"

-

When Annie had made that little agreement, she'd assumed it was impossible for anyone to mess up making scrambled eggs. But then she forgot she was working with a six year old.

Little Silver remembered exactly what she'd needed to do - Annie having taught her well how to cook all sorts of eggs from scrambled and hardboiled to Benedict's and omelettes. But something about her little body seemed to impede her hand to eye coordination.

Two eggs had already been dropped as she'd carried them from the pantry to the worktop. No worries, they had plenty to spare.

But then she couldn't seem to crack them properly without getting a load of shells dropped in the bowl, Annie needing to help her scoop them out.

"Sorry!" Silver had blushed.

"That's okay. We've all done it, love. Just whisk it all up so I can heat it on the stove."

Along with the sausages and beans she was also in charge of. She turned her back for a minute, just to stir the beans, when she heard a massive crash.

"Gordon Bennet, what happened?!" Annie exclaimed, turning to see the bowl on the floor and Silver jumping down from her stall, egg on her nightgown, trying to salvage what hadn't been spilled.

"Sorry, I'm sorry, I'll clean it up!"

"No, love. Just step back, leave it." Annie gently pushed her away from the spill, grabbing some paper towels; "I'll clean it up and handle the eggs. Why don't you go lay down with your mum till she wakes, if you don't wanna get dressed yet?"

She was trying her best not to lose her temper around a child. Despite her reputation as a foul mouthed wench, she reserved her sharp tongue for idiots and wicked menfolk. Never children.

But, truthfully, she had no idea how to be around kids. It had been a blessing to her that the daughter she'd happily taken in along with Mary had been mostly fully grown. Don't be mean to them was the first and only rule she knew. Everything else was a blank. But that was one of the reasons she got on so well with Silver - she didn't want another mum, merely a friend, which Annie was more than happy to be for her.

Young Silver blinked at her, eyes wide; "You don't want me to help?"

"I...I do, I just...back when you're grown up again, yeah? Right now you're just...kinda..."

"Useless?"

Definitely not the word she was going for. At least, nothing as blatantly cruel. Annie's mouth opened, wordlessly, as she saw Silver's natural brown eyes shine with tears.

"No, Silver, I-."

The child fled. But not all that far.

She merely ran to the kitchen table and crawled underneath, curling herself up into a ball.

Fuck, shit, bollocks. This is why she was rubbish with kids.

Part of her was tempted to go wake Mary up early. It was her daughter, she should be sorting this out. But...daughter or not, Silver was just as much family to her now. The Guppy Girls of Guppy Cottage, Mary's ex husband had once quipped.

Annie sighs, turning the stove off for a moment before kneeling down next to the table. Lifting up the table cloth, she smiles at the girl.

"Hey, hey, what's with the tears? No need to cry over a few broken eggs, lovely."

Silver sniffs and rubs at her face; "S'not just the eggs. I mess everythin' up! And I don' understand why. I do everythin' right. You know I cans."

"'Course I do, sweets. But your hands just be too little and weak as they are. T'is why little'ens need takin' care of. You don't has to worry about all these adult chores."

"But I can help! I want to!" She sobs, hitting her fist against the floor; "But s'like...my eyes see one thing I wanna do...and my brain n' my hands do another. Like when I try to catch something...I can never get my hands where I want them to be to grab the ball...Bri...My brother...He gets so angry when I drop it. Says its...pathetic..."

Annie blinks.

"You be talkin' as if it was occurrin' in the present, darlin'?" She frowns.

"Huh?" The child looks confused.

Maybe it was Annie who misheard. She shook her head.

"Never minds. Forget what's your brother did say. No child woulds intentionally cause themselves to fail at somethin' as simple as that, lest there be somethin' hinderin' them." Annie assures. She reaches for Silver's wrist; "Be there something you....not be too well with? Somethin' that maybe wes can fix?"

Silver sniffles and turns to face her stepmum. She points to her eyes. Naturally brown without the contacts she wore as a teen. And Annie only just noticed how the left iris seemed to drift to the centre now and then.

"Got a lazy eye. S'what Mu....what my birth mother called it. Should be wearing glasses..." She squirmed.

"Rights. Can we summon these specs for ye?"

Silver cringes; "I don't wants them. They...They were horrible. All big and ugly and...everyone laughed at me. Called me names. Pushed me and took them off and...."

"All rights, all rights..." Annie reaches to clutch at her wrist; "But I really, really do wants thee to help make your mum's breakfast. I think that would put her in a 'triffic mood for the day."

The six year old wipes her nose and blinks.

"R-really?"

"'Course! I needs my little apprentice or else I can't make it perfect! But we needs to have your eyes workin' right, don't we? So how's about...wes just gives them a new coats of paint?"

Annie held her hands out and focused as hard as she could. Having an extra two hundred years in this place more than them made her slightly more adept at summoning items.

Going purely off the vibes of her stepdaughter's outfits and bedroom, she summoned a pair of glasses with rather stylish frames, of sparkling hot pink swirls and pentacles embedded in the temples.

"Wow!" Silver gasped.

"Hope they be the right prescription. Or else we may needs to find an optician." Annie handed them to her.

The little girl inched her way out and slipped the glasses onto her head.

"Far out, my little witch chick." Annie grins, rather proud of her work. They definitely suited the child a lot more than the thick hideous frames in those photos Mary kept.

She picked Silver up so she could see herself in the mirror.

"I look so cool! Thanks, Annie!"

"Hows the vision? Reckon we can try getting this breakfast sorted together?"

Silver nods; "S'much better now but...my co...cordy-nation never got that good." She admits, rather shameful.

"No problem. We'll just take it slow. I'm sure your mum's in no rush to get up and she could do with the rest." Annie assures, setting Silver back down. "We are out of eggs though, so we're gonna have to check the hens. I'm sure Bernice and Andrea have laid a few fresh ones for us."

Silver was happy to run and fetch the basket. This was one job she was confident she wouldn't fail at. So Annie decided to leave her to it, just opening the back door so she could totter down the path towards the hutches out back.

The child was just...eager to help. To not be made to feel like she was in the way or a burden. Mary had talked to Annie before about the awful ways Silver's original family had treated her. So what if she made a few mistakes? Wouldn't help her to just push her out so Annie could get on easier without her in the way.

"I got eight eggs! And fed the hens!" Silver chirps upon her return.

"Awesome, many thanks, my love. Let's have another go at scramblin' these little buggers then. Here, how's about I try guidin' your hand for the first one?" Annie suggests, stepping behind Silver and taking her little wrist, demonstrating how to wack it just right on the rim.

The first two go in fine. When the third mostly ends up on the worktop, Silver's lip wobbles again and she looks at Annie as if expecting the woman to shout at her.

Annie merely smiles and wipes it up.

"Plenty enough eggs. Practice doth make perfection. Or at least, good enough to eat." She said, brightly, before encouraging Silver to try again.

-

Silver panted, feeling nearly wiped out from the effort, once all three plates were ready with their food warmed up and waiting to be eaten. There may be a few egg shells in the scramble, but otherwise they looked delicious.

"D'you think Mum will like it?'" Silver asked Annie.

"I reckons it shall be the finest breakfast she's ever tasted. Bet my ABBA cds on it."

Silver giggles.

"Here. A present I made for my favorite sous chef, while you was setting the table." Annie said, grabbing something from the drawer and presenting it to her.

Silver's eyes widened at the dress. Perfect for her current size. A mostly black, medieval maiden's dress with pink lace. It matched her glasses perfectly.

She bounced on her toes and quickly stripped off, raising her arms to allow Annie to place it over her head and smooth it down.

"There! Small but stunnin', my darlin'." She complimented.

Silver flung her arms around her stepmother's neck.

"Thank you, Annie. You're the bestest tutor."

She didn't think she could ever have been so lucky. Before, she'd never really thought of Annie as a mum. Neither of them seemed to have been desperate for that relationship. Silver already had Mary. But this one morning, Annie had reacted in every way she wished her real mother had when she made a mistake, had helped her far more than simply throwing money at a problem and hoping it would resolve itself.

Annie was slow to return the hug, but didn't hold back once her arms were around Silver, giving her a quick squeeze.

"C'mon, love. Let's get this food down into our bellies and we'll take your pooch for her walk. We can pass by the Bone house and see how our neighbors are getting on."

"Bone house? What's that?"

Her voice had seemed to lighten as she asked the question, innocently.

"Yeah....You know, Amy and Humphrey's little manor?" She pulled back to stare into Silver's strangely vacant looking expression.

There was a beat. And then Silver nodded.

"Oh! Hehehe, of course."

Annie tilted her head and felt Silver's forehead; "You okay, love? That's the second time you seemed a bit...confused?"

The little one gulped; "Think it's the potion. Side effects did say it can...mess up memories. Sometimes it's like...I keep expecting my...birth mum to come stormin' in, asking why I'm not ready for school....Is silly, I know."

"No, no...Makes sense." Annie smiled and rubbed her arm; "All the more important we get you girls fixed. Just...let me know if you have any more of these 'blips', yeah?"

"Okay, Annie." She nods, knowing she'd have to ask Amy if she'd suffered anything similar in the past twelve hours.