#who wants a fluffy sheep-child

[pathomannia]

Does anyone,,, want a starter from Hyggelig?

[loving-barnes]

LOGAN HOWLETT - DEFEND YOUR HONOUR

A/N: And another one-shot with my precious Logan. This has angst and some fluff. Enjoy!

Pairing: Logan Howlett x Mutant! female reader

Warning: angst, some fluff

Words: 3700+

Important note: Hugh Jackman!Wolverine (which means he's tall as fuck!)

FULL MASTERLIST | LOGAN HOWLETT MASTERLIST

LOGAN HOWLETT - DEFEND YOUR HONOUR

It was a wild, exhausting day. Well, more like five days. The last time I visited my parents was almost a year ago. They knew nothing about my new life, only the lies I told them.  That’s why I didn’t have time to see them as often as they wanted to. 

I missed them. That’s why I came back. I thought my short vacation with them in my home town would be without incidents and fights. Oh how wrong I was. 

It was eleven in the evening. I was sitting on the front porch, wrapped in a fluffy blanket. The night was cold. Autumn hit with full force. I wished I could return to the place where I felt more at home. Unfortunately, the school was over four hours drive away from my hometown. 

I had my phone in my hands, contemplating whether to call the person who could make me smile or not. My eyes were on the contact name, and I was not sure whether to press the button or forget about it and head back to bed. It was too late for a phone call even when I knew he’d be up. After a couple of deep breaths, I decided to tap the screen and call my boyfriend Logan. 

<< Hey baby. 

Hearing his voice made me smile. Logan picked up the call quickly. “Hi. I hope I didn’t wake you up.” 

<< No, of course not. I’m reading that book you got me before you left. Damn, good choice, baby. 

I laughed. “Yeah, it’s that good? Glad you like it. Maybe I’ll get you to read more. Even if they are historical memoirs or anything that has to do with history. We could start our own club, just the two of us.” I heard him laugh. Quickly, he changed the topic.

<< So, how’s the visit going? Everything good? 

I sighed, not knowing what to say to him. I didn’t want to complain. I already told him something about my parents - how they treat me even when they care about me. My relationship with my family was complicated. “It’s okay,” I said simply. “It’s okay. Really, okay.”

<< One more and I’ll believe ya.

“It is what it is. I always believe it’ll be better and it’s not,” I admitted. “Only two more days and I’ll head to the mansion. I have the bus tickets and everything planned to get back.” 

<< What happened, darlin’? You know you can talk to me.

“I know,” I kept shaking my head, nodding to no one. “I just don’t want to complain. I hate complaining. I’m a big girl. I can handle it.” 

<< I get that you hate it. But maybe it’s time you did complain a little. I am here for you, darlin’. I’ll listen and we can talk about it. I don’t want you to feel miserable. Just… can’t believe you decided to visit them when they treat you like shit. 

He was right. They always treated me like shit. As an only child, I was the black sheep of the family. Or they saw me as one. My parents didn’t mind ridiculing me in front of our other relatives or their friends. Even as an adult, they continued to do this to me. I was dumb enough to let them. 

<< Tell me what happened, Y/N.

“We visited my relatives, my father’s sister, and they all ganged up on me,” I said. My voice was low. I whispered most of the time, not to wake anyone up. 

I didn’t trust anyone from my family. They didn’t know I was a mutant, where I was working or that I saved the day multiple times since becoming an X-man. They lost my trust the moment they decided to invade my privacy as a teen and snoop around my messages, diaries and stuff. It wasn’t just that. I was ridiculed for liking books, and for being too excited about the little things in life. My taste for music was weird and laughable. My lack of interest in boys was concerning. It was a whole story. 

“My friend and I wanted to go to a concert in a few months. I got excited someone wanted to attend with me - no, baby, you don’t listen to that kind of music -  and they decided to make me feel miserable for my excitement,” I explained. 

<< Darlin’, why do you always let them do this to you? 

“Because I am dumb,” I rolled my eyes. “Because I hate fights and any type of quarrels. I don’t like conflicts.” 

Logan knew I never mentioned to my family that I was seeing someone. I wasn’t ashamed of the relationship - the opposite, honestly. My family didn’t deserve to know anything about me. 

<< I think it’s time you cut contact with them. I know it sounds horrible when I say it. As If I tried to influence you in some way. Just, fuck, I hate when they make you miserable. Baby, to me, it seems like they don’t care and don’t give a shit about your well-being. 

I knew he was right. And yet, I was afraid to do that step. “They are my parents-”

<<Whom treat you like shit, Y/N. I am so fucking angry at them. I should have come with you. I’d be there to teach them a fucking lesson about respecting the woman I love. 

Those words made me smile. Never in my life have I had someone to defend me like Logan would. The grump, my grump, was there for me when no one was. He was mine for over a year now. 

“You love me, yay,” I said happily. 

<< Baby, you know damn well I love you. I should have been there tonight. I should have been there to let them know how shitty they are. 

I hummed. “That’s okay. I know you’d defend my honour. And I love you for that. I need to survive two more days before I head back to school. The bus drive will be the best thing from this trip.” 

<< The school is your home. So, come back home. Change the bus tickets and leave. I want you here with me, darlin’. 

“No,” I shook my head. “That would be rude. I need to toughen up and survive these last two days. Afterwards, I’m done. Besides, I don’t have a good emergency story.” 

<< You don’t need one. 

“Logan, come on,” I sighed. “I’ll be back in two days. I miss you. Can’t wait to be with you. I’m staying.”

<< Miss you too, darlin’. Two fucking days.

I had to laugh. He was cute and he didn’t know that. After that, we ended the call. I remained sitting on the porch swing, looking at the silent street. Everyone was asleep. The whole neighbourhood calmed down as their residents rested for the night. 

The air got colder, so I moved from the porch, back to my old room and headed to bed. What if I was exaggerating the problem with my parents? What if it was me creating conflict when there wasn’t any? With a heavy sigh, I went to bed. 

The next day was a chaos. Around lunch, my father’s aunt and her family came to the house. “Didn’t your mother tell you? We’ll have lunch together and we wanted to be with you some more before you leave again,” my aunt chuckled at her words. 

“Great,” I said, but I wasn’t thrilled at all.

Her kids were loud, spoilt brats. They’d let them do anything they wanted. It pissed me off. I knew they were my cousins. Unfortunately. As much as I wanted to teach them a lesson and tell them no, their mother would always allow everything. 

Both boys were running around the house, screaming and throwing toys around. To calm them down, they got tablets to do whatever they wanted -  a movie, a game? Why not both? 

Logan was right. I should have left. I didn’t want to spend the rest of the day with them. And with lunch approaching, I knew it would be a stressful one. All the yelling, the bitching and moaning…

We were about to head to the dining table when we heard the doorbell ring once the food was ready to be served. “I’ll get it,” I said. I was the closest to them. 

As I walked to the door, I put my hair in a messy bun, to keep them away when I’d eat. I expected to see a neighbour or another family member that I wasn’t interested in seeing. When I opened the door, I gasped.

“Hey, darlin’.” 

Logan was leaning against the doorframe. He had black sunglasses on his face, dressed in those damn jeans and a green-blue flannel shirt. A brown leather jacket was resting on his shoulders. Dressed to kill… me. Fuck. He looked hot.

“Holy shit, what are you doing here?” My eyes widened, lips twitched because they wanted to curl into a smile. I grabbed him by the leather jacket to pull myself closer to him. He smelled like cigars and nice minty body spray. 

“I came to rescue my princess from this hellhole,” he said, voice firm and serious. 

I coughed. “What? Baby, we’re having an unexpected family lunch,” I made a face. “Holy shit, I can’t believe you are here,” I hummed with a smile. “Wait, did you ask Charles to help you get here? You went through my file!” 

“I needed to get here somehow,” said Logan innocently. “And it seems I am on time for lunch. I am starving.”

My mouth dropped to the floor when I heard him say that. I wanted to say something, anything. Unluckily, my mother decided to make herself present by approaching us. “Oh, hello, is everything okay?” she asked us. 

Logan put down his glasses and grinned at my mother. “I came to see your daughter.” 

“Oh?” 

I looked up at the ceiling, cursing mentally. I felt stress crawl up my back. Not because Logan decided to show up. It was my mother’s subtle reactions. How her brows rose, how I could sense the tension in her body. Or was it thrill?

“This… is… Logan,” I lazily turned to my mother. “He’s my boyfriend.” 

“You have a boyfriend?!” she squealed. “And you didn’t tell us?” It seemed she was offended. “You never tell us anything! Ah! This is a big deal. Oh my god!”

Deep breath in and slow exhale. I did it multiple times. Immediately, Logan approached me as I tried to calm myself down. He rested his hand on my lower back. 

One last deep breath. “Uh, we’ll be right there. I need to talk to Logan for a moment, okay?” 

My mother nodded, grinning like a maniac. She clapped her hands and ran back to the dining room. I knew she would let her mouth run wild and comment on what she saw. Lunch was about to turn into a nightmare. 

“You okay, baby?” Logan asked me gently. 

I pushed him outside and closed the door behind us. I was panicking a little. “This day is crazy,” I mumbled. “Oh my god.” I panicked a little. 

As I got closer to Logan, he wrapped his arms around my body, pressing me to his chest. “Everything will be fine,” he assured me. “You angry at me?” 

“No,” I said. “Quite the opposite. I’m glad you are here,” I inhaled his scent which helped me calm down a bit. “Fuck, you are like a gift from heaven. I should have listened to you and headed back to school. I’ve been receiving shit since the very morning. And now, my aunt and her family are here and… I want to run away.” 

He pressed a kiss on top of my head. “So, let’s go. Fuck them,” he said. “I’ll get your stuff and we are out of here.” 

“It’s not that easy,” I sighed. 

He growled, thinking. “Okay, listen to me,” he pushed me enough to look into my face. “Here’s the deal. One shit, one stupid thing from them, we are out. I don’t give a shit they are your family. They will not disrespect you. I won’t allow that.” 

I didn’t have the chance to say something. Logan took my hand and led me back into the house. He trusted his instinct which led him to a room filled with my family members. The moment we stepped into the dining room, all eyes were on us. 

First came the introductions. My father tried to be intimidating. My uncle used his dumb intelligent humour to impress Logan. Neither of us found it funny. My aunt was too touchy. I wanted to step on her foot for that. My cousins didn’t give a shit. They were interested in their mobile games. 

“How long have you been together?” 

It was the first of many questions. Logan and I sat next to each other. My mother brought a plate for him. One of his hands found my thigh, squeezing it reassuringly. “It’s been over a year now,” he said, voice low and gruff. 

“Where did you meet?” my aunt asked. 

“At work,” I said quickly. “We work in the same building.” 

“Really?” My father didn’t believe that. “He doesn’t look like someone who would work in a big corporate company.”

“Dad!” I glared at him. 

No one knew what I was, what was my real job. I told them a story about my life in New York, working for a big company. For them, I was the daughter who moved to New York. I wasn’t the mutant, the whiny girl they used to call me. Of course, Logan knew it all.

My aunt eyed Logan once more. “They take you seriously with that hair?” she asked him. 

My eyes almost popped out of my head. I couldn’t believe she dared to say it. “Excuse me?” was all I got out of my mouth.

And it got worse. 

“We always believed our Y/N would move to Europe and live her life there. Empty promises how she’d become a writer, leave the country and live a better life,” my mother laughed. “We believed she would be the one to leave the county and do great things. And here we are.” 

“Still can’t believe she didn’t settle down. But what do you want from someone who’s not fond of kids? She always hated kids, so be prepared she wouldn’t want a family with you,” said my aunt. 

“She never went to college. She lied to us about applying, her interest in decusation.” 

“Always complaining and crying.” 

“She was a sensible child.”

“She suffered from depression and anxiety.”

Logan smashed a hand against the table. All the plates and cutlery rang. I closed my eyes, ready to release my last breath from all the humiliation. My family went rampage - saying shit that even they knew was not true. But here we were. 

“Everyone shut your goddamn mouths,” he snarled, slowly rising from the table. “She is your goddamn daughter and you’ve been treating her like shit the moment I sat behind this damn table. How the fuck do you think you make her feel?” 

“Language!” my aunt glared at him. “Children are present.”

“I don’t give a fuck about your two spoilt bastards,” Logan glared at her. “You can’t even make them put the damn tablets down while eating.”

“Who do you think you are?” my mother asked. She was offended by Logan’s behaviour. 

“I am the guy who needs to put you in your fucking place. You do not respect your daughter and you keep humiliating her in front of me. Instead of saying something nice, something positive, you’ve been running your mouth off with a lot of bullshit and I am sick of it.” 

Logan grabbed me by my arm and helped me get up. I barely listened to a word they all said. My mind was spiralling. I felt like the biggest loser, the black sheep of the family. Someone who shouldn’t be born.

“Don’t you fucking dare say one more word about her,” Logan spat at them. “Or I swear, I will make your lives miserable. She’s the most amazing woman in this godforsaken world. She means the world to me. She’s the definition of goodness, kindness and love. And fuck, I don’t deserve her. But I will defend her and show her how worthy of love she is because it seems you never loved her in the first place!” 

Silence. Everyone was glaring at Logan, shocked by the words he said. As if they all forget how to speak. 

“Y/N? How can you be with this rude man?” 

“Rude?” I raised a brow. “You’ve been rude to me the whole week I was here. Logan defended me when no one else did. Even I couldn’t stand up for myself and send you to hell and back! You are the rude here, not him.” 

“That’s not true,” my uncle chimed in.

I got up from the table. “I’m gonna go pack and we’ll be on our way.” 

“I’ll wait for you in the car,” said Logan, quickly pressing a kiss to my temple as I walked by him. 

The packing took me less than five minutes. I threw everything into my suitcase. I made sure I had my documents. The moment I got downstairs with my belongings, my mother was the first by my side. 

“You can’t be serious,” she said. 

“I am.”

“And with that man?”

I stopped and glared at her. My feelings were battling inside of me. I wanted to scream, shout nasty words and throw a tantrum like a child would. However, I would never do that. I hated conflicts. I hated this moment.

“Bye, Mother,” I said and left the house. 

Once I stepped out of the house I grew up in, I felt relief and grief. A chapter, that was supposed to end sooner, finally closed. It was not a happy ending, but it had to happen to move on. Without Logan’s help, I wouldn’t be able to do that. Thank god he came here so unexpectedly. He got my back.

Logan was leaning against the car, cigar in his mouth. When I approached him, he took my suitcase and put it inside the car. 

“Thanks,” I whispered. 

I ended up in his tight embrace. The cigar long forgotten. He had to put it off on his hand. “Come on, beautiful. Let’s get going.” 

“Take me home,” I said with a broken voice. 

“Home?” I knew he was smiling when he said that.

“Yes,” I nodded. “ Like you said - the X-mansion is my home. You are my home. Not this, not here.” 

Logan lifted my head by pressing a finger under my chin. Our eyes met. “I’m sorry they never treated you right. I’m sorry they saw you as something damaged, broken, now worthy of their time” He took a deep breath. “I’ll do everything to show you, that you are the best thing that ever happened to me. You…” Logan sighed. “You are the love of my life.” 

“Logan,” I gasped. We told each other many times the three beautiful words. This was something new, deep. It was an undiscovered territory that didn’t feel intimidating. 

His lips found mine in a simple kiss. I tasted the cigars and the coke he had during unfinished lunch. It was perfect. Like a definition of our relationship. “Let’s get you home, darlin’.” 

[sweetadonisbutbetter]

Could you maybe do a child reader x Ozzie and fizzy? The details are up to you, I just want them to be my dads! Thanks❤️

AWE OMG ☹️☹️☹️☹️ MY FIRST OZZIE AND FIZZ ASK BLOWS UP (i love them a normal amount) YES!!! This will be more in a headcanon bc I have so many thoughts and if this was a fic i think i would spend a year on it LMFAOO- Reader will be around 11-13! Slightly older kid but still a kid at the end of the day!! Also because my tiktok feed is filled with lamb girl reader will also be a lambkin!! A good portion of the beginning is me explaining the lamb demon premise lol

To be love is to be changed | Fizzmodeus x Child! GN! Reader

Relationship: Familial Warnings: None!! Pretty fluffy!!

You weren’t the typical demon, looking more like the sheep in the overworld than any demon in hell. 

Soft fluffy wool covered your body, save for your face. Your rounded snout and big eyes with semi-long lashes differed from the other hellborn children. Black hooved for feet and hands, making it slightly inconvenient to do day-to-day tasks, however, your kin adapted. Visibly the image or purity in a place of debauchery. Seemingly the only speck of light in a place that was consumed with darkness.

Fizz was the one who found you in the greed ring, taking you in after seeing you steal from a Shark Demon. He liked the balls you had to do that (and was insanely worried that something would happen to you if you got caught.)

Since Fizz welcomed you with open arms, and you weren’t that much of a threat (you are literally a child lol), Asmodeus opened you with even wider arms.

Ozze is the mom while Fizz is the dad. Nothing you can say will change my mind on that.

While Fizz does fret over you, it is nothing compared to Ozzie. If Ozzie is at work and gets pulled aside to be told that you hurt yourself or are sick, he will cancel his show and head home immediately.

While Ozzie is a worryrat, he isn’t a helicopter parent. He actually believes that you need your independence, especially since you aren’t that young. However, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have the hell version of Life 360. He tracks your ass so much that if he gets the low battery notif, he is calling you to tell you to charge your phone. 

Fizz on the other hand is more of the chaotic parent. As in you both are banned from the kitchen, both separately and alone. To make a long story short, it started with the fork on fire and escalated to the hallway mat being singed. If you look under the replacement mat, you can still see the scorched marks of soot that were just too hard to get out. But that doesn’t mean Fizz can’t be stern with you. If anything, you prefer it when Ozzie is stern, since it is a little eerie to you when his smile isn’t there. 

Do not be fooled, while they will give you some of the things you want. you will not be spoiled insanely. You still have to pick up around your room (they told the staff not to clean your room), and in turn, you get an allowance so you can buy the things you want. 

If you try to hustle them and tell them that the other hasn’t paid you to get double the amount, literally do not get caught. They won’t pay you for your next allowance LMFAO.

In the beginning, you only called them Fizz and Ozzie, which they respected. It made sense in their heads since they weren’t really your dads, and they kinda just picked you off the streets. However when you got comfortable enough to refer to them as your dads? They were over the moon and cried to each other. 

How you approached the topic with them was by having them sit down in the living room with you.

Ozzie and Fizz were sitting down on the couch as you paced the floor. You had invited them to the living room stating that you needed to talk and asked them to sit. Albeit they were very confused as to what you needed to talk about, and seeing the worry on your face, didn’t really help with the nerves. They were holding one another’s hand as a comfort. There was a brief moment where you stopped and looked at them, before turning and beginning to pace again. Fizz and Ozzie looked at one another, asking if the other knew what was going on and denying it.

“Uhh��Kid?” Fizz starts after a bit, looking back at Ozzie for a moment before he looks back at your pacing figure. “Is everything alright?”

Instead of answering, you stopped and looked at the two of them. You left the room, furthering their confusion. It didn’t take long for you to come back with a laptop, the same one they had gifted you after a month of your stay. You connected it to the TV and put on display a PowerPoint.

“REASONS AS TO WHY YOU SHOULD ADOPT ME AND LET ME CALL YOU MY DADS.”

You had made a PowerPoint to talk to them and ask them if it was okay if you could call them dad

In said PowerPoint, you gave all the reasons (most of which said that you were awesome) and benefits of adopting you (benefits were that they get a cool kid in turn). You also went over the possible dad name variations for them and the reasons behind them. You even gave the origins of the names which amused Fizz to no end.

To make a long teary heartfelt story short, they adopted you. 

However, they had to do so in a way that didn’t get the media’s attention. Just because they were celebrities and figureheads, doesn’t mean they want you in the spotlight. Rather they agreed to wait until you were either close to being or were an adult to even announce that you were their kid (if you wanted to).

This also means that if you wanted to go out, you couldn’t go out with either of them, since the media knows that they were together, it wasn’t too far out of the picture for them to have a kid. This also extends to you not going to hospitals, rather they get a physician to come to their place and check on your health. It is this whole thing where they have a security check the doctor for any decisions or any stuff that could record your existence. (Said physician is threatened that if anything about you was leaked, they would hunt him down personally.) So sadly not a lot of days out together, however, they make up for it with at-home movie nights, game nights, and even sleepovers.

Very keen on your privacy, both in the public and at home. They always knock and make sure to not do anything to cross any of your boundaries. 

Ozzie has to be careful not to talk about too much of his work around you. You may not be a little kid, but you are still a kid and he believes that no kid should be exposed to his field so early in their life. Fizz is also careful not to talk about Ozzie’s work and doesn’t go too in-depth about Mammon’s treatment around you. 

If you are prone to nightmares, they will both personally comfort you. Even if you feel silly about it, since in your tween mind, you are too old to have your dads wait for you to fall asleep because you were too scared, they don’t mind. They will drop whatever they are holding if it means making you comfortable. 

Overall very lovely parents, and they love you dearly. With you in their lives, they feel that they have changed for the better and they cannot imagine their lives without you. Seeing you as their shining light, as they continue to raise you, they hope that your bright light never diminishes.

omg dude i rewrote this so mant times because the first attempts were kinda depressing bawling NAYWAYS IM SO HAPPY WITH HOW THIS CAME OUT AND HOPE U GUYS ENJOYED HEHE

[he-calls-me-kitten]

I'm back again <33

I've got more 3am thoughts and scenarios to share >:DD

Ive got 2 options for you, feel free to do the desired one, also this might a bit spicy?....

If you write for the other exchange students :

F!MC x Thirteen

(Desired characters are Barbatos ; Satan ; Solomon and Simeon but you can add or remove whoever your want cuz this is your writing and my opinion shouldn't really matter because your the one working on it and not me. )

Our lovely characters are looking for their darling human all across the RAD grounds since they have been gone since the last class and school's finished. They stroll through the halls to pause at the sounds of a familiar voice...WHIMPERING?!

DUN DUN DUNNNN

JOKING JOKING- LETS JUST CONTINUE

Peeking through the small crack in the door they witness our lovely MC layed down on one of the RAD desk, shirt unbuttoned and thrown aside, skirt flipped up, tears streaming down her flushed face, mascara running, lipstick smudged (I seem to have a thing for smudged lipstick-), quivering and trembling as they softly sob and moan Thirteen's name, their small frame trembling under the reapers touch who planted soft kisses and marks all over their body, decorating her thighs with various hickies and bite marks as she whispered sweet nothings into the humans ear, her hands gently tracing their sheep horns and fluffy tail which caused F!MC to squirm under her touch as their animals parts are especially sensetive <333

I just like making them jealous tbh

OR THE OTHER OPTION BECAUSE I'M A SIMP AND LOVE MALEWIFES :

Barbatos X F!MC X Simeon

X !!PLATONIC!! Luke

(I'LL HAVE TO MAKE THIS SHORT CUZ I NEED SLEEP 😭😭)

Luke seeing F!MC as a mother figure and his dad's just taking it as an opportunity to sweep their beloved human to themselves. Inviting her to have a sleepover at the purgatory hall for a sleepover was only innocent and all.... Till it wasn't

Simeon's bedframe collided with each of their movements, Simeon shushing their Darling with "Stay quiet little lamb, Luke's in the next room" or "Keep your voice down darling we don't want Luke to hear now so we?" While Barbatos is a little more dirty, whispering praises about how MC takes them both so well despite her small and "fragile" form, sweat dripping down their forms as her nails dig into Simeon's back, legs trembling as her brain slowly turns to mush from the pleasure, mindless moans falling from her swollen lips, during the of the moment one of then eventually slips something up like: "You easily accepted Luke as you child, I'm sure you wouldn't mind having more" or "How about we give you actual kids of your own instead?" <333

- M. 🪭🪷

M, SERIOUSLY YOU'RE TOO FULL OF AMAZING IDEAS I CANT WITH YOU😭😭😭 And since it took me so long to reply (again so very sorry) and but because there's a distinct lack of my queen Thirteen...

F!MC x Thirteen

Two Queens in a King Sized Bed

"I'll look over the classrooms once more." Barbatos sighed. "Maybe she fell asleep tired like she does in the library sometimes."

"Yes I'll go check there just for good measure." Satan shook his head.

"MC was supposed to go visit HOL with you wasn't she?" Simeon turned to Solomon.

"Well yes we were supposed to head there after this class- wait, do you hear something?" Solomon inched towards one of the empty classrooms. The rest of them followed.

Not one of them was expecting to see what they did. Their precious MC laid down on the teacher's desk with her shirt practically ripped off her and skirt hiked all the way up to the waist and panties pushed to the side.

"Thirteen..please..." You whimpered and begged underneath the reaper. She looked like she wanted to eat you whole.

"Please what, cupcake?" Thirteen smirked latching her lips to your neck as her pretty fingers plunged into your leaking hole again. You convulsed against her, moaning and clinging onto her arms.

"..too much..." You barely managed to string two words in this mindless state. She had been toying with you for an hour now, determined not to let you leave.

"Use your words, MC." She trailed a thumb over your trembling lips and down your neck and collarbone. "Else I cannot possibly help you, you know?"

"Thirteen-"

"And who knows I might make things worse?"

"Thirteen! Ahh~" You moaned as she caught you off-guard with her thumb pressing down on your puffed up clit.

"Are you perverts done enjoying the show? Cause I'm not willing to let you join." Thirteen side-eyed the door.

Satan and Simeon fall back, scrambling to get back their usual composure. The bulges in their pants are a dead give away as where they were looking the whole time. Even as you try to cover yourself up, you know they've already seen too much.

"Why you- you! How dare you!" Satan musters through unsettled breaths. He's not okay in the slightest. All he feels like doing is ripping Thirteen apart from you like an expired bandaid and lay himself down on you.

"Is a classroom really a place to be doing all this?!" Simeon smiles with gritted teeth. The nerve to just toy with an angel's will like this - to show such an irresistible side of his one temptation.

"Indeed. It is most inappropriate Thirteen. It seems I'll have to put you in detention again, please pack your things." Barbatos pretended to fix his glove as his fist tightened.

"Apologies Thirteen, I think it's almost time for another lesson with my apprentice so it's better if you get off then now." He smiled all the while a vein popped in his neck as he held out his hand to you.

Thirteen rolled her eyes, still holding you close. "Please as if you could ever pleasure MC the way I do. This cutie deserves way better than what you lot have got." She palmed your behind and gave it a gentle squeeze while smirking, watching the men fume silently in jealous rage.

"Thirteen. Detention room. Now please." Barbatos warned again. "Ugh. Demons." She pressed a sloppy kiss against your lips, before she left. "Don't worry, I'll catch you later, cupcake."

Barbatos was planning to put you in an entirely different detention room, somewhere in his quarters at the Demon Lord's Castle. Silk ropes and his ungloved hands awaited you there as he pulled you into the din lit room.

Simeon had lost all sense of personal space. He wasn't allowed you to have you in the way the others could. But there are so many ways to pleasure humans after all. His eager fingers and needy whispers had you begging for more.

Satan pounced on you at any opportunity he got. Against the bookshelves in his room, in secluded corners of the RAD library, even in a hidden alley on the way to HOL. He wouldn't stop until muffled screams slipped through your suppressed voice.

You don't remember the last time Solomon slept in his room. Every night, he towered at the end of your bed, his bare chest and shoulders glistening in the moonlight. Every night he pulled off your nightgown and rebranded you as his. No matter who had you during the day, you'd wake up the next day as his alone.

[tatumrileyslover]

Please Take Me Anywhere But Home

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ Sejanus Plinth Headcannons ˚୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

Pairing: Sejanus Plinth x Capital!Reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: nothing really it’s just fluffy, lil bit of self doubt from Sejanus, wintertime, small mention of the war :P

A/N: this is a small apology for pt2 of Capital Don’t Cry taking so long, this is kinda inspired by take me anywhere but home by Seulgi (my love) you’ll all need some cute Sejanus fluff before the angst of the next part (also none of this is proofread)

ೀ Sejanus is actually the sweetest boyfriend ever

ೀ is 100% a caregiver

ೀ you feel slightly ill he's making sure you're tucked up in bed and Ma will send an entire basket of homemade pastries

ೀ he's definitely a neat freak

ೀ if you hurt yourself in anyway at all, he has something for it

ೀ your stomach hurts, he has painkillers

ೀ you cut yourself, he has bandages

ೀ you have a killer migraine, he somehow has some morphling to help ease the pain.

ೀ and he tops it all off with a forehead kiss

ೀ definitely a paranoid type

ೀ knows you would cheat on him ever, but the second he sees you talking to someone else, he's immediately insecure

ೀ I think he feels he's not good enough for you

ೀ a successful Capital citizen, your family is very powerful, you already had your foot in some of the business your family owned.

ೀ he was just him, no matter how hard he tried, he'd never be seen as Capital, he was the black sheep of his family and the black sheep in the Academy

ೀ you never cared about his background

ೀ at the Academy he was the only person you met who wasn't self-centred and vain and that was really fucking attractive

ೀ probably thought you were only trying to be his friend because of a friend or something

ೀ definitely a bit cautious of you at first but that man is head over heels in no time

ೀ definitely the type to buy you flowers and a teddy bear

ೀ let's be honest you probably have a collection of teddy bears from every date you've ever been on

ೀ definitely love physical touch

ೀ always walking round hand in hand

ೀ loves walking you from class to class, just the feeling of your small hand in his makes his heart soar

ೀ he's also big on forehead kisses

ೀ he's definitely embarrassed of his Ma the first time you meet

ೀ she's pulling out the photo albums, all Sejanus's baby pictures on display

ೀ he genuinely wants the world to swallow him whole in that moment

ೀ assumes (incorrectly) that you'll see him as inferior, since you're seeing photos of him when he was in the district

ೀ it honestly makes you fall in love with him more, getting to see him in his childhood home

ೀ that night he walks you back to your apartment, snow falling, walking hand in hand

The Capital look beautiful at this time of year, arguably more than usual with Sejanus by your side. The cold breeze that left the tip of your nose red to the plush scarf Sejanus insisted you wear on your walk back to your apartment. The snow crunched beneath your feet, bring back memories of your childhood. Innocent memories of winters past spent making angels in the snow and the bleak, grim wintertime during the war. Although the snow brought unpleasant memories, it also brought you him.

His soft black hair had begun to turn white, sprinkled with powdery flakes. His Ma insisted he wear a woollen hat but he tore it off the second he was out of her sight. You could tell he was a bit embarrassed all night, she immediately took you in as if you were family, showing you all the family photos, including ones of him as a child.

He looked so cute, seeing him back in his home back in District Two. His Ma told stories of their town and flaunted photos of the picturesque mountains they lived near. Ma Plinth was proud of her home, and you could tell she missed it dearly. You wished you had the same type of bond with your home like she did but the Capital wasn't a place to be proud of. You felt like a songbird stuck in a cage, only to be ogled at. You wanted to be free, that's what drew you to Sejanus in the first place, he was a breath of fresh air. Lost in thought, you slowed down a bit.

"Are you alright?" Sejanus looked a bit concerned, he was convinced that his Ma's sales pitch of District Two had completely turned you off. He was almost certain that you'd never speak to him again after tonight. You turned you head to him happily humming examining his red cheeks.

"I was thinking..." Sejanus froze in his tracks, turning to face you, fearing the worst. His heart melted when he heard what came out of your mouth.

"After we graduate from the Academy, if you'd like to take a trip to Two, you could show me around the place, I'd love to learn more about where you grew up,"

"You want to visit District Two?" Sejanus was shocked, thinking the idea of visiting the districts would never cross your mind.

"Well, your Ma made one hell of a sales pitch, it sounds like the most beautiful place," you're soft hands pushed some hair out of his eyes, resting softly on his cheek, "you don't talk about it often and I know how important it is to you, I want to learn more about your life before you came here," Sejanus's hand covered your own, he looked at you in awe, he couldn't have dreamt up a better partner.

"Are you sure you want to?" You smiled brightly, nodding while pulling him closer to you. It was like a scene out of a movie, the snowflakes continued to fall in clusters across the quiet streets of the Capital, the entire city fell silent. His brown eyes bore into your soul, his hands tenderly cradled the back of your neck, pulling you in swiftly to unite your lips. He couldn't help but smile throughout the kiss, happiness radiating within him. He pulls back gently, his hand resting on your cheek, carefully examining your face.

"I'd go anywhere with you, just take me anywhere but home."

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(Author Notes)

Panel 1: (wide establishing shot) A small-town harvest festival. Tents and wooden booths are set up offering seasonal treats, trinkets, sillgoat rides, etc. Children are exclaiming over a pen of fluffy sheep available to pet. Laudna, though delighted by her surroundings, looks down attentively at Imogen, who has withdrawn into herself. Assorted townsfolk are giving them a wide berth or nasty looks, while their thoughts float around her. In the foreground a protesting half-orc child is being led away by her disgruntled family.

Laudna: Ooh, I haven’t been to a Harvest’s Close festival in so long! Do you think they have cider doughnuts? Oh, the sheep! Imogen look at the sheep!

Imogen: I see ‘em!

Half-Orc Father: Let’s go, punkin. We’ll come back tomorrow.

Half-Orc Child: No faiiiir!!

Townsfolk Thoughts: ugh my feet — goddamn witches, can’t even have a nice day out with the family — think I got cheated — what’s that Temult girl doin’ here — peculiar smell, that one — what’s goin’ on, is it them witches? — fluffy!

Laudna: What’s the matter, darling? Is it the crowds? Are their thoughts distressing you?

Imogen: Yeah they . . . don’t seem to want us here.

Panel 2: She looks down at Imogen, noting her discomfort.

Townsfolk Thoughts: That a zombie? weird mind stuff was bad enough now she’s raisin’ the dead?

Laudna: Do you want to leave? We could go elsewhere.

Imogen: No, I’m fine.

Laudna: Are you sure? I could get rid of them all if you wanted. We could have the whole fair to ourselves.

Imogen: No, that’s not necessary . . . (wait, how . . .?)

Laudna: Well, all of these gawkers should be ashamed of themselves. Panel 3: Imogen turns beet-red as Laudna addresses the crowd.

Laudna: Yes, you all heard me! You should be ashamed, every one of you!

Imogen: Laudna. Laudna, no . . .

Laudna: Imogen is the sweetest, cleverest, most talented person in this whole town, and every one of you has your nose too far in the air to notice! Shame on you!

Imogen: Laudna . . .

Laudna: You don’t know how lucky you are to have had such a treasure in your midst all these years!

Townsfolk Thoughts: well I never — the youth these days I declare — what in tarnation — Pelor’s shinin’ britches, what is that?

Panel 4: Imogen is now holding her head, still blushing furiously, but smiling a little in spite of the pain.

Laudna: Oh, I’m sorry. Did that make their thoughts worse?

Imogen: Well . . . they’re mostly thinkin’ about you now.

Laudna: Well, I stand by everything I said. Come on. Let’s try to have a good time today.

Townsfolk Thoughts: that a dead bird on her belt ugh no it’s some kinda rat?? — goodness me gave me a fright I thought that was a dead girl for a minute there — Temult know his girl’s walkin’ around town with a corpse? — how come she’s purple

Panel 5: Laudna sees something off-panel and starts off in the direction of it, dragging Imogen.

Laudna: Oh, look at the fluffy chickens!

Nearby Child: wow, a vampire!

[foxy-eva]

Cowboy Like Me

Summary: Spencer decides to fulfill a childhood dream

Author’s Note: This story is loosely based on the conversation Spencer and JJ have in S15E07 about parallel universes (a.k.a. Cowboy Spencer)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Fluff

Content Warnings: none

Word count: 1.9k

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Toy departments have always been magical for me. I clearly remember walking through them wide-eyed as a little girl, entranced by all the colorful and sparkly objects calling to me. There was nothing more exciting than to find one of them perfectly wrapped on birthdays or Christmas, waiting for me to play with it. 

Even as an adult I couldn't hide my child-like wonder as I walked along the aisles. Spencer was clearly more focussed on my reactions than on whatever toy we could pick for his godson's birthday. When my eyes landed on a particular stuffed animal, a gasp fell from my lips. 

When I reached out to hold it in my hands, Spencer chuckled, "I don't think Michael is into sheep. He's more of a dinosaur kind of boy."

I took the plushie into my hands, inspecting it thoroughly. In an instant I was taken back to childhood days, playing peacefully with a very similar one. 

"She looks just like her," I whispered. 

Spencer wasn't sure what I was talking about when he asked, "Like who?" 

"Fluffy. A sheep plushie I had as a child. I loved her so much but unfortunately I lost her when we moved."

"Awe I'm sorry to hear that. Maybe we should give this one a new home?" Spencer suggested. 

I put the toy back on the shelf and shook my head. “No, that’s okay. I’m sure it’ll make a child very happy someday.” 

Taking my hand in his, Spencer walked me to a different section of the store to find the perfect present for Michael. 

Neither of us mentioned my little anecdote again and I almost forgot about it altogether. That was until I got home from work a few days later. Spencer was waiting for me on the couch with the small sheep plushie sitting beside him. A wide smile was painted all over his face when we locked eyes. 

“What’s this?” I snickered as I took the toy in my hands to inspect it. 

“Fluffy 2.0 – or whatever you want to name it,” he said. “I had to go back to get it. You seemed so happy when you found it, so I thought it’d be nice to have it as a little reminder of your childhood.”

I found my place beside him on the couch, pressing a brief kiss on his lips to thank him. The toy not only reminded me of days long gone, it also took me back to my first ever career aspiration. 

“There’s actually more to the story,” I confessed. 

He placed his arms around my waist to bring me closer while he encouraged me to tell him about it. “I would love to hear it.”

It had always been astounding to me that even after years of knowing someone, there were still parts of their lives we had no idea about. Sometimes it made me wonder if it was even possible to know everything about our loved ones. After Spencer had surprised me with stories about his past - most of them a lot less merry than what I was about to tell him - it was my turn to let him in on this unknown side of me. 

“The reason I got Fluffy in the first place was because I was obsessed with sheep. It was all I could ever talk about. You know how most little girls want to be a nurse or a teacher or even a princess? Well, I wanted to be a shepherdess. I dreamed of living in the countryside with my flock of sheep, doing nothing all day other than walk around and pet them.”

Spencer couldn’t hide the playful tone in his voice when he chuckled, “That’s adorable.” 

I pinched his stomach, whining, “Hey, don’t make fun of me!” 

He was quick to take my hand in his, softly kissing it before telling me, “I’m not! I swear. I genuinely think that this is really sweet. So, what happened to that dream?” 

I thought about my answer for a moment until I decided to tell him the truth. “I would like to say that I grew out of it but the truth is, I still think about it sometimes.” 

Spencer seemed genuinely surprised. “You do?”

“Not about becoming a full-time shepherdess – I know that’s unrealistic for me – but I sometimes imagine us living on a little farm with a bunch of animals. Some chicken, my little flock of sheep, maybe even some alpacas,” I explained. 

I expected him to be more surprised by my confession but instead he asked, “Can I let you in on a little secret too?” 

After I nodded, he told me, “I actually like to imagine that there is a parallel universe where I’m a cowboy.” 

“A cowboy?” I giggled. “I would have never guessed that.” 

“Yeah. Maybe in this alternate reality you’d be a shepherdess and we’d fall in love after meeting at the farmer’s market,” he cooed before placing a kiss into my hair. 

I really liked this fantasy he created, I could see those alternate versions of us living a rural life. 

“I’d love that for us. We could sell milk and wool together after joining our ranches. We’d be the hottest farmers in town. The cowboy and the shepherdess.” 

Spencer laughed out loud at my words before adding, “I’m sure you’d be the hottest farmer in the whole state.”

For the following weeks we kept talking about this fantasy, adding details and creating scenarios of what we'd do in this parallel universe. It became like a nighttime routine to us to let cowboy Spencer and his wife go on adventures together. It might seem silly to anyone else but those stories became very near and dear to our hearts. 

Never had I expected that even a fraction of our fantasy world could ever come true. That was until one sunny Saturday morning when Spencer told me he had a surprise for me. It was rare for him to be the one to drive but it was even rarer for him to not tell me where we'd be going. Despite my constant pleading to let me in on his secret, he kept his lips sealed. 

I didn't recognize the roads he was taking when we left the city but I did enjoy the landscape the further we got away. After a forty-five minute drive, he pulled into the driveway of a very small but unbelievably cute ranch. There was a beautiful house with a small stable and a garden waiting to grow vegetables in it. 

Before I could wonder what we would be doing here, I took my time to take everything in. When I turned my head, I found Spencer smiling at me, curious about my reaction. I got out of the car to take a few steps towards the front door of the house. 

"What are we doing here?"

I expected him to tell me we'd spend the day here to pet some sheep and cattle. That wasn't what he had planned though. 

He was hesitant to answer me at first but when he began to explain, he did it in his usual rambling manner. "I found this little ranch for sale at a really good price. It'll need some work before we could actually live here but Morgan already offered to help us. The stable is in good shape though."

His words didn't make sense to me. I stared at him with lips agape and eyes widened. I kept looking back and forth between him and the house. 

When I finally found my voice again, I squeaked, "What? Spencer, this is crazy!"

"It's an adventure," he corrected me.

Still unsure of what to think, I breathed, "I don't know what to say."

He took my hand and gently squeezed it. "How about yes? Think about it. We're still within driving distance to both our workplaces. It's small enough to be able to take care of everything after work and who knows, maybe someday we'll actually sell our own milk and wool at the farmer's market. Just like we talked about."

Although my head was trying to come up with so many reasons why this couldn’t be a good idea, my heart screamed at me to agree with him, so I sighed, "You are very good at making compelling arguments. How could I ever say no to that?" 

"Thank god,” he groaned in relief while pointing at the stable. “I already bought two sheep." 

With a firm grip around my hand, he led me to the door where I could hear the sheep he just mentioned. 

In complete disbelief of everything that was going on, I said, "You did what? We don't even own this place yet!" 

Spencer just shrugged and mumbled, "I mean…”

"Spencer!” I reprimanded him, “You can't make big decisions like that without me! What if I had said no?"

While opening the door to the stable for me to look at the two young sheep, he said, "It was worth the risk." 

My husband must have completely lost his mind and I loved him so much for that. I stepped closer to the little creatures, reaching out my hand to make contact with their soft wool. They were very curious to get to know me, making my heart melt when they began nuzzling their little snouts against my hands. 

Spencer glanced over my face, wondering, "Are you mad at me?"

A bright smile spread across my face when I found his eyes, explaining, "I can't be mad at you for doing something so sweet. Very irrational, but sweet."

“I know it’s not a whole flock yet but it’s a start. How do you want to name them?” 

I was mesmerized by the little lambs in front of me when I cooed, “They look like little clouds.” 

“We could call them Alto and Cirro. Like the types of clouds,” he suggested.

“That’s perfect.” 

We spent the rest of the day at our future home, figuring out what exactly we wanted to do with this place. It would take at least a couple of weeks until we could move here. Even though it was impractical to have to come here every day to take care of our sheep, I was still looking forward to finally make my childhood dream to be a shepherdess come true. 

When I came home from running errands the next day, it was my turn to surprise my husband. It didn’t come close to the grand gesture of buying a ranch, but I still knew he’d appreciate it. He was reading a book about farming when I approached him in the living room, hiding a foreign object behind my back. 

With one eyebrow raised he looked at me and chuckled, “What do you have there?”

I showed him the ridiculously large cowboy hat and he broke out in laughter. 

“I know we don’t have cattle nor horses yet but I still wanted you to feel like a cowboy,” I giggled. 

When he put the hat on, my heart skipped a beat at the sight of the man in front of me. He placed a soft kiss on my lips before thanking me.

“I love it. And I love you,” he said. “How about we get going to see Alto and Cirro?” 

“I would love nothing more, cowboy.” 

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Um, so you me and this sheep am I right?

Notes: Short scenarios about you, sheep and them. Features Malleus and Riddle

Malleus Draconia ver.

“Child of man, is this a new pickup line for me?”

Well, it would be wrong to say you weren’t confused as to how this could be interpreted as a pickup line. You were truly just saying something to get out the silence the two of you had been trapped in. In the middle of Diasonmia’s lounge were Malleus, a sheep and you. Sebek had brought in this sheep after seeing its horns were similar to Malleus’ as a result, he wanted to show him. So, now that Sebek was gone it was just you two.

The sheep was very well behaved, it didn’t cause a ruckus all it did was lay there patiently. Although it was a very cute black sheep, you had wanted to know what Malleus’ thoughts were about. Did he perhaps enjoy seeing something else with horns or did he think of it as food?

You: So, where do you cross the line with your food? Would you y’know, eat this little guy? Malleus: Are you really asking if I’m going to eat my friend? You: Friend! I didn’t know you guys bonded that fast. Oh, is that why you’re now lying next to him. Malleus: Yes, now come here, it’s quite comfy on the ground. And my answer to that is no I wouldn’t. Would you eat your friend? You: Well, if rations got tough and I had this sheep, I guess it's a last resort.

Sitting down next to Malleus, you notice him shift the sheep away from you. In a very displeased voice you scoffed and said:

You: Look, I’m not actually going to eat this guy, okay. Malleus: *pouts* Are you sure, I don’t want you near the sheep if otherwise. You: I’m sure, plus he’s so cute. I mean look at him, he���s just like you, but more calm and less fiery.

With an innocent child-like smile the two of you sat on the ground petting the sheep. Turns out it was quite therapeutic to pet something so fluffy, but the moment of relaxation didn’t last long. Soon Sebek would enter and start chaos.

Riddle Rosehearts ver.

“It’s not that bad”

Today you saved a sheep, tomorrow you had to return the sheep, right now you were showing Riddle the sheep. As for the reason you had the sheep, well it’s because a farmer in town wanted a day off. So, you offered to help herd the sheep and brought them back to your dorm. Heartslabyul was a magnet for animals, which is why you didn’t hesitate to bring them. Plus, you wanted to show something new to Riddle.

The sheep were slowly munching on the rose bushes, but it wasn’t too big of a problem. If anything, you could just make the roses grow back using magic, it was your specialty. Despite not liking the rose bushes slowly disappearing Riddle was very intrigued with the strange animal.

Riddle: I’ve read about them in books, but this is my first time seeing one up close like this. You: I figured, which is why I wanted to show them to you before I return them. Here, *grabs his hand* feel the coat. Isn’t it soft? Riddle: It… really is soft, I always believed them to feel coarse since their coat seems to be in such a manner. You: I know, I thought that way too! I asked the owner, and he said it was a special kind of sheep. Supposedly it’s one special to the Kingdom of Roses, so maybe you’ll be able to see them back home? Riddle: Ah, I think I remember seeing this breed in a magazine before. Who would have thought my wish of seeing them would come true.

Watching Riddle being amazed at the sheep truly brought a smile to your face. In fact, he spent the rest of the day with the sheep. Once it was time to say goodbye the farmer offered to Riddle to see the sheep on his next free day. Which Riddle gladly followed through with as he made sure to visit them with you on the upcoming weekend.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

RoR characters reactions to teen!reader, who's from the "My Hero Academia" world?

I don't think Adam will take to kindly to the hero commission forcing his children to fight battles when they've haven't even reached adulthood yet

-When Brunnhilde brought you to Valhalla, she explained that you died in your mission, something that shocked you to no end.

-You had been on a survey mission, shadowing under a pro hero, when a villain attacked and caused the building you were hiding in, to collapse, crushing and killing you instantly.

-You looked just as you were before the accident, which you learned was your ‘prime’ which is how valkyries like her, bring warriors like you, to Valhalla.

-You were glad you still had your quirk, Wooly Sheep, having snow white, wool-like hair that you could control and make as long or short as you wanted, cut it off and immediately grow more, and a pair of sheep horns coming from the side of your head.

-When you met some of human warriors you were beyond stoked, actually getting to meet some of the strongest people in history!! However, these versions were from their ‘normal’ dimension, while you were pulled from an alternate version of earth, which explained while you still had your quirk.

-Adam couldn’t help but smile as Eve patted your wooly hair, finding it so fluffy, as did Loki, the two beaming over how soft it was before the best dad ever spoke, “What is your outfit? It is strange looking, almost like a combat outfit.”

-You beamed, flexing an arm up to show your slight muscle, “It’s my hero suit! I was training how to be a professional hero! I was killed when a villain attacked while I was learning from the hero I was mentoring under.”

-The furious aura that surrounded Adam was quick to spread around the room, “These heroes are adults right?” you nodded, question marks flying around your head, wondering why they were all made as Adam’s anger seemed to grow, “They send children to fight?!”

-You instantly pout, your cheeks puffing up a bit in annoyance, “Hey~ I’m sixteen! I’m almost an adult!”

-The others were quick to voice their own anger and outrage that my world makes children learn how to fight and even put them in dangerous situations like my own, as if it was as naturally as learning how to walk and talk!

-Hercules was disturbed to learn that you were a hero in training, you were so young, but he was the first to challenge you to a match, much to the shock of everyone around.

-Several of the gods and humans yelled at him, before turning on you when you agreed, beaming up at him like you were getting a treat.

-Your hair was unusual, you could move it at will, blocking Hercules’ blows, as you both decided to fight unarmed, your wool absorbing the impact, and then when you swung around, using your hair like a battering ram, it was as strong as steel.

-You were quick to prove that you were way stronger than you looked, and you did know how to fight, something many of them were still angry at, seeing you as nothing more as a child solider who was raised to fight.

-You were quick to find yourself adopted by all of these strange gods and humans, making you their child. You weren’t overly bothered, since you couldn’t go home, and many of them decided to train you, but not with the intent of making you fight their battles for them, just to make you stronger, which you appreciated and welcomed.

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Hello! I just want to say that I adore your death wolf fanart. I'd like to ask a question, if you don't mind. If the incarnation of death is a wolf in the Shrekverse, what would the incarnation of life be? A sheep? A rabbit? Something else? What is your opinion? Thank you again for the wonderful art!

Hello! Interesting question.. I'll even try to give a few concepts. In my view, Life is actually not much different from the image of the Wolf. In the sense that it will clearly not be someone "small and fluffy." Because Life, like Death, is not an absolutely positive or negative phenomenon. She even knows how to show her teeth (or claws) and able to both give and take away. It is clear that the same rabbits can be cruel and dangerous, but they don't work as an image. The first one that came to mind was Bear (not Goldie's mother). For the reason that these animals are extremely fiercely protecting their cubs, even if the potential threat is not a threat as such. Plus her omnivorous and craving for collecting plants, berries, mushrooms. In other words, the one who uses natural resources to the maximum before periods of hunger strike.

Next Lynx. A representative of the cat family, but having the habits of a canine. Also, like the bear, the natural rival of the wolf.

The female wolf is probably the most banal example. But I can't get out of my head Raksha Satan from The Jungle book. Who fearlessly threatened a huge tiger to protect not only her wolf cubs, but also a child of another species. Could be a symbol of life for the Wolf himself, as a member of his own species, if you know what I mean х)) This lady will definitely be of a much more dangerous nature.

The African wild dog. Representative of the canine family that lives in the south. These dogs are known for their survivability, and in terms of obtaining food, they are more successful than lions. They are also able to cooperate with other predators, such as coyotes or hyenas, that is, they are social. Which also plays as the opposite of Lone Wolf.

Stork. Trite from the theme of storks that bring children in their beaks. Specifically, the black stork is a bird listed in the Red Book. There is a legend that this is a white stork, darkened with grief, as people turn gray from suffering. "Past troubles and trials have changed not only the color of the birds, but also their character - their soul is overshadowed by sadness." Perhaps a slight reference to the Egyptian god Thoth, as he does look a little similar in appearance.

And finally, the snowy owl, like a silent and imperceptible eye that watches from above. But I was already too lazy to draw it, sorry х)

Nevertheless, if we proceed from the early sketches of the Wolf himself, who grazes and guards the lambs for their transition to the next step (as an option, as souls for the transition to the mortal world), then there is no need for the embodiment of Life. Simply because the Wolf, with all his evil and bloodthirsty appearance, controls both sides, like a neutral judge.

Thank you very much for your question! It was a pleasure to create their concepts. Even if they didn't quite go to Shrekverse in the end, he-he х) The African dog especially in my soul x) Perhaps later, their sketches will be more completed, as now I was trying not to delay too much with the answer.

[adventuringblind]

Drowning Beneath Your Weight

Fic posted on A03

Warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, The Dove Is Very Dead, R@pe/Non-con Elements, Rape, Drug Use, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Drugged Sex, Underage Drug Use, Twincest, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Child Abuse, Gaslighting, Manipulation, Ped0philia, Child Neglect, Sexual Content, Sexual Abuse, Childhood Sexual Abuse, Stalking, Alternate Universe - BDSM, Dom/sub, Self-Harm, Grooming

Synopsis:

Lando and Lexi Norris are the black sheep of their family. They learned to rely on each other because everyone else saw them as something to play with. When Lando signs a contract with his family's persuasion, he learns Zak Brown is not all that he seems. The twins are forced into a life-or-death situation and have to make adult decisions despite being so young. Nobody there to protect them, so they protect each other. As people come into their lives who see things aren't what they seem, their lives take a turn.

Follow the twins as they learn that healing is never straightforward, things are not always what they seem, and that letting other people in is necessary for their survival. Plus, a cute fluffy emotional support companion they pick up along the way.

Warning: You are meant to feel gross while reading this.

(OC is meant to be ambiguous. This is a lot for a reader insert so I've left things open for interpretation and you can decide how you'd rather read this.)

THE DOVE IS VERY DEAD! DO NOT CLICK THE LINK IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ THIS!

Read more here

I would like to mention that this is inspired by watching DTS with my momma. I've been through some shit in my life and have survived situations I'd rather not speak about. However, she was subjected to things like grooming and child sexual abuse. She saw Zak and Lando together and her reaction shocked me.

Keep in mind that I don't know these people and this is an extreme version of what can happen (not saying it doesn't). However, I also want to bring a semblance of awareness of how unfair things are still with people in charge and how it can be easy to miss things when you aren't watching.

I made myself sick writing this. It is written so that you feel gross and disturbed while reading it. That is my intention.

[richeeduvie]

Ewan wants to be mad or at least cold to baby jr in LoganWins! but he can’t because she made him a little sheep next to a big sheep with glasses with a crude flag of Canada drawing for him and so he can’t. Also he’s convinced she might be a mini wizard with how many people she’s got under her spell

"What is that?"

"Ba-ba. Fluffy cows."

The little girl says it quietly. Shyly.

"...Sheep? Do you not know what a sheep is?"

"I know. I just drew them, Uncle. But I think they should also go moo. Moo and ba-ba. So they can be friends with cows."

...Ewan doesn't agree with her existence. There's no possible way he can. It's his younger brother marrying a woman who could be one of his children. The godchild he once met.

But the child herself, she's helpless. Agreeable. Maybe it's ridiculous for him to be cold to her. Unproductive.

He takes the drawing from her.

"I see he's visually impaired. The little sheep isn't."

She nods. Ewan lowers his glasses at the messy flag.

"This is unamerican of you."

She nods happily, no understanding of her uncle's word. The little girl is just happy he puts it in his pocket.

[snoozingredpanda]

Rudy — Such a Horrifying Creature

GN!Reader

Warnings: kinda kidnapping… obsession, swearing

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 • You were a loyal knight trained for the greatest of battles. Serving your king was what you were born to do, and you took great pride in being his number one soldier.

 • So, when he ordered you to investigate a perilous mountain in which herds of sheep kept disappearing nearby, you were happy to oblige. Dressed in your shiny armor, you headed south to the rocky, traitorous, mountains in which a terrifying monster was said to reside.

 • Battling harsh winds and rain, you managed to get to a steep incline that led to a cave. Deciding to rest here for the night to let the storm pass, you enter, holding your lit torch up high as you look around.

 • To your surprise, piles and piles of gold stared back at you, rubies and emeralds and diamonds littered around as if they were worthless. What on earth had you stumbled upon? A smuggler's trove? Or perhaps a-

 • Your thoughts are interrupted by a terrible growl echoing through the cave. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up, chills running through you. Holding your sword up, you shout, "Who's there?"

 • A large shadow is cast against the rock wall, horrifyingly lizard-like. Taking a few steps back, you tried to regain composure as the sound of claws scraping against the dirty floor filled your ears.

 • "Show yourself! I'm not scared of you, monster!" You taunt.

• Bracing yourself for the worst, you gripped your sword tightly.

 • You frown, watching a... thing crawl out behind a large pile of riches. It was a human, yet it wasn't. A small raven-haired girl with large crimson eyes, but with massive, scaly red wings and a winding tail that was curled around her waist. Small black horns protruded from her matted hair, and an extra pair of fluffy-looking ears were drooped. Parts of her tan skin were covered in scales, and for love nor money could you figure out if she was a human or a dragon.

 • This was the creature that everyone was scared of?

 • She slowly tilts her head, looking at you with curiosity. She was so small, barely reaching 4'9, yet she wasn't a child. Perhaps around 18, maybe 19? It was hard to tell.

 • "Hello..." You slowly say. She doesn't reply, staring at you. "Who are you? What's your name? What... are you?"

 • "Shiny?" She mumbles, ignoring your questions as she walked forwards, a clawed hand reaching out for you. Not moving, you watch as she approaches, stopping before you.

 • She reaches a hand out, touching your chest plate. "Shiny..." She repeats, eyes wide and excited. Before you could say anything, she had grabbed your armor, pulling it and you towards her hoard. "Shiny!"

 • Gosh, you were so shiny! She loved it, she loved you! Oh, she was going to put you right where you belong with her other shinies!

 • For someone so small she has unbelievable strength, tugging you to one of the piles of gold, pushing you down into it. Before you could try to get up, she was on top of you, tail swaying and eyes full of... love?

 • "Shiny..." She purrs, rubbing her cheek against your chest plate. "Pretty."

 • Blushing, you gently try to push her off. "H-hey... off please..."

 • She frowns slightly. “But shiny…” She says softly. "My shiny..."

 • She grabs your hand and brings it to her face, nuzzling her cheek against the palm of your gloved hand. "My shiny. Mine."

 • The way her big eyes turned so suddenly aggressive made you nod quickly. "I-I... yes... your shiny..."

 • She grins widely, showing a set of razor-sharp teeth, further making you nod and agree with her.

 • "Rudy," she says, pointing to her chest. She points to yours.

 • "U-uh... Y/n..." You reply, slightly awkwardly, not wanting to do anything wrong and get an arm ripped off. She only smiles, laying down on your chest, wrapping her tail around your leg, securing you tightly.

 • Now stuck with a half-human, half-dragon who thinks you're a part of her hoard... you have no hope of getting out any time soon. But as she gently nuzzles into your neck, you can't help but close your eyes, enjoying her warmth.

[ridiasfangirlings]

I need stardew valley "AU" misaru where they have a little farm, cats, cows and chickens and a child. Sleeping in the same bed and all the fluffy things it is possible to do. And sharing a farm ofc.

Aw, like imagine cozy little farm Misaru, very slow and sedate and Fushimi complains about farm work being all stupid and messy and hot. Like imagine the two of them living in this small farming village, Yata grew up on his family’s small farm but decided to strike out on his own to make things easier for his family, since it was hard to provide for all five of them on their tiny farm. Yata saves up money to buy a little plot of land in another village and starts planting, selling his crops at the market and buying some livestock. He also meets cranky apple merchant Fushimi, who ran away from his family and who happens to live on the plot of land next to Yata with a bunch of fruit trees. Fushimi hates farming and does the bare minimum to keep his farm in shape, selling fruit and scowling at anyone who comes near his fruit. Yata thinks that guy is super annoying but his fruit is pretty good actually (and one day a prickly cat shows up at Yata’s farm and becomes Yata’s new barn cat, he names it Saruhiko).

Maybe at some point Yata is having an issue with his crops and Fushimi ends up helping him, it turns out even though he hates physical work Fushimi knows a lot about what kind of dirt is best for crops and the best way to water and plant your seeds, basically lots of technical knowledge. In return Yata helps clean up Fushimi’s farm a little and assist with the harvesting, imagine them sitting together afterward like throwing blueberries at each other and getting all messy. At this point Yata decides that Saruhiko is really cool and eventually the two of them decide to combine their farms into one, you know, for convenience, not like they’re married or anything (all the people of the town assume they’ve gotten married).

They build a little house in the middle of their land (well, Yata does a lot of the building, Fushimi supervises) and imagine them sharing a bed together, this big soft bed filled with feathers gathered up from all their chickens. Fushimi complains he’s allergic but he actually really likes how soft and comfy it is, and of course he likes being next to Misaki the most. Yata’s probably the one who gets up super early in the morning to collect eggs from the chickens and feed the animals, Fushimi shows up later all cranky and tired to check on the crops. Yata goes back to the house to make a fresh breakfast so it’ll be ready by the time Fushimi’s done doing his rounds, imagine on hot days Fushimi has a big sun hat and Yata makes sure he brings enough water and comes inside if it’s too warm. Somehow even though Fushimi complains about all the livestock all the animals love him best, when he walks by the cow pasture they all come running over mooing, Yata has Fushimi shear the sheep because they’ll all come right to him and want to get in his lap (the only animal who likes Yata best is the barn cat Saruhiko, though their second barn cat Misaki is more attached to Fushimi). It’s a lot of work but secretly even Fushimi doesn’t mind that much, as long as they have each other. 

[cathumanthing2]

Roseblings Chatfic AU Chapter 8

(TW: Implied/referenced injury, implied/referenced child abuse)

hopeless romantics

1:34 PM

elsa boi added Katherine Elizabeth to the groupchat

Katherine Elizabeth: what.

Shroom: Oh hi katherine!

elsa boi: I apologize to the groupchat for adding one of the braincells into the group but it was urgent

elsa boi: the gays were being oblivious

elsa boi: i had to act

simp for elves: fair. Anyways, i have a date with xorny i need to get to so bye

elsa boi: …YOU CANT BE DATiNG MY SIBLINg

simp for elves: but i am :3

engineer salmon: joey, please dont ever use that face ever again

engineer salmon: it feels wrong to see you use it

simp for elves: why :3

Shroom: im going to cry

Katherine Elizabeth: Nooo don't cryyyy :( 

Shroom: ok I won't i dont want to make you cry :( 

elsa boi: im starting to regret bringing katherine into the mix

magic bitches

2:02

tech wizard: gem gem gem gem gem gem gem gem gem gem gem

actual wizard: Shat.

actual wizard: Oh shoot no-

actual wizard: *what

blood sheep man: Shat.

actual wizard: Shushhhhhhh

tech wizard: gem do you wanna go see that one new version of the mermaid movie i hated when we were yougner 

actual wizard: fWhip i have too much work to do-

tech wizard: gem, the last day of school was at least a week ago

tech wizard: what work

actual wizard: 1. Summer reading, 2. An essay competition, 3. Tutoring people in a few subjects, 4. Honing my magic skills and expanding my knowledge, 5. My actual job

tech wizard: not all of that has to be done right now. Gem. please

actual wizard: I'm sorry i cant i just

actual wizard: theres too much and its better to get it done sooner than later

tech wizard: ok thats fine

mushrooms and plants belong together because they are besties :D 

2:25

Shub :D: Katherine why were you added to the simp chat?

Kath <3: Oh, scott asked me if i had a crush(which i dont) and i told him i didnt but i found this one person to be cute, and then ranted about why they were cute, and now I'm stuck in that groupchat i guess!

Kath <3: Why're you there?

Shub :D: i told him about my crush and he decided that i was a, and i quote, "useless sapphic who needs to get her shit together" and added me to the gc

Kath <3: Dang.

Kath <3: If you wouldn't mind telling me, who do you have a crush on? /nf

Shub :D: Oh i don't really want to tell, don't want it getting out to them, ya know?

Kath <3: Ok, I'll try to remember that :)/gen 

Ice elf + literal plant

2:34

literal plant: Scott, you keep saying im a simp but i dont even know what a crush feels like

literal plant: so i was wondering

literal plant: What does a crush feel like? /genq

Ice elf: A simple rule i follow to make sure i really have a crush on someone is asking myself a series of questions

Ice elf: if the answer is mostly yesses, most likely a crush

Ice elf: and i assure you

Ice elf: I myself am a simp and you are showing clear signs of the gayness

literal plant: …ITS NOT MY FAULT SHE'S ALL MUSROOM-Y AND CUTE AND FUNNY AND HER VOICE SOUNDS NICE ITS ALL AESTHETIC ATTRACTION RIGHT??

Ice elf: oh no…. You're further gone than I thought….

hopeless romantics

2:40 pm

elsa boi changed Katherine Elizabeth 's name to mushroom lover

mushroom lover: scott i will murder you. Im serious. 

elsa boi: chill. Everyone here is oblivious. No one'll understand it.

Shroom: I thought i was the ultimate mushroom lover D:

elsa boi: See?

engineer salmon: …I'm going to cry this is both beautiful and annoying at the same time

mushroom lover: So everyone is seriously oblivious? No one'll understand it?

polyamorous bisexual idiot: pretty much

mushroom lover: I don't know if I truly like them like that but Scott says im a simp, and they have the cutest voice, and her hair looks so fluffy, and their eyes are so, so bright and beautiful, and they have these little freckles on their button nose that I just want to bop, and she's so funny and kind and nice and I just don't want her to be sad because she doesn't deserve to be sad, and I just love how much light they bring everywhere

Shroom: Yeah, you like them. I feel a similar way about my crush.

elsa boi: Ohhhh my goshhhhhhhhhhhh-

engineer salmon: *facepalm*

Roseblings :D 

3:05

Tnt deer: Gem, are you ok? You've been really distant lately, it's starting to get concerning.

Magic deer: I'm fine, just busy! Don't worry about me!

Tnt deer: Ok, sure.

fWhip set down his phone and sighed.

When fWhip was younger, Gem was strong.

And she still is. She always will be. But her strength is ebbing away, fading, and she's exhausted all the time.

She was hurting, and putting piles and piles of weight on top of herself, and bending and breaking. And fWhip didn't know what to do, she was the strong one, wasn't she? 

fWhip huddled up near the wall, eyes black and blue, a small cut on his upper lip, head throbbing in pain, and a sob choked its way out of his throat. He flinched as something touched his face, expecting another blow, but instead his chin was gently cradled as soft thumbs wiped away his tears. 

He opened his eyes to see a familiar freckled face littered with bruises, her usually neat orange hair messy, her eyes watering, and he threw his arms around her for comfort.

She gave him a shaky smile. "It's ok, they're done. It's fine. We can do this, we're strong." she reassured him.

"Gem, I'm scared, they were really angry this time," his voice was muffled by her clothes.

Gem hugged him closer, sniffling. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I couldn't protect you this time…" 

She murmured a simple spell under her breath, which caused some of his bruises to lighten slightly, as they started healing.

fWhip had heard crying from her bedroom later that night.

[braveclementine]

Chapter 10

Warnings: 18+ readers only, smut

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.

"It began as a dollhouse.

"A miniature habitat carefully constructed from wood and glue and paint. Meticulously crafted to re-create a full-size dwelling in the most exquisite level of detail. When it was built it was gifted to and played with by children, illustrating daily happenings in simplified exaggerations. 

"There are dolls. A family with a mother and father and son and daughter and small dog. They wear delicate cloth replicas of suits and dresses. The dog has real fur. 

"There is a kitchen and a parlor and a sunroom. Bedrooms and stairs and an attic. Each room is filled with furniture and decorated with miniature paintings and minuscule vases of flowers. The wallpaper is printed with intricate patterns. the tiny books can be removed from the shelves. 

"It has a roof with wooden shingles each no bigger than a finger-nail. Diminutive doors that close and latch. The house opens with a lock and key and expands, though most often it is kept closed. The doll life inside visible only through the windows. 

"The dollhouse sits in a room in this Harbor on the Starless Sea. The history of it is missing. The children who once played with it long grown and gone. The tale of how it came to be placed in an obscure room in an obscure place is forgotten. 

"It is not remarkable. 

"What is remarkable is what has evolved around it. 

"What is a single house, after all, with nothing surround it? Without a yard for the dog. Without a complaining neighbor across the street, without a street to have neighbors on at all? Without trees and horses and stores. Without a harbor. A boat. A city across the sea. 

"All this has built up around it. One child's invented world has become another's, and another's, and so on until it is everyone's world. Embellished and expanded with metal and paper and glue. Gears and found objects and clay. More houses have been constructed. More dolls have been added. Stacks of books arranged by color serve as landscape. Folded-paper birds fly overhead. Hot air balloons descend from above. 

"There are mountains and villages and cities, castles and dragons and floating ballrooms. Farms with barns and fluffy cotton sheep. A working clock of a reincarnated watch keeps time atop a tower. There is a park with a lake and ducks. A beach with a lighthouse. 

"The world cascades around the room. There are paths for visitors to walk on, to access the corners. There is the outline of what was once a desk beneath the buildings. There are shelves on the walls that are now distant countries across an ocean with carefully rippled blue paper waves. 

"It began as a dollhouse. Over time, it has become more than that. 

"A dolltown. A dollworld. A dolluniverse.

"Constantly expanding." 

I took a sip of my water, looking down to see that Remus was sleepy, eyes fluttering. I smiled, kissing his forehead, watching his eyes flutter again, waiting for me to continue my story. Unlike the other times I had taken a story from my subconscious and forgot them the minute I said them, this story lingered in my mind. 

I had tried to write some of my own stories. I had always tried to describe everything effectively, but I had never managed to get the level of description as these short stories did. The words were beautiful and painted such a clear picture. . . 

"Want more?" I softly asked Remus. Without waiting for an answer, I continued the story. 

"Almost everyone who finds the room feels compelled to add to it. To leave the contents of their pockets repurposed as a wall or tree or temple. A thimble becomes a trash can. Used matchsticks create a fence. Loose buttons transform into wheels or apples or stars. 

"They add houses made from broken books or rainstorms conjured from glass glitter. They move a figure or a landmark. They escort the tiny sheep from one pasture to another. They reorient the mountains. 

"Some visitors play in the room for hours, creating stories and narratives. Others look around, adjust a crooked tree or door, and depart. Or they simply move the ducks around the lake and are satisfied with that. 

"Anyone who enters the room affects it. Leaves an impression upon it even if it is unintentional. Quietly opening the door lets a soft draft rustle over the objects inside. A tree might topple. A doll might lose its hat. An entire building might crumble. 

"An ill-placed step might crush the hardware store. A sleeve could catch on the top of a castle, sending a princess tumbling to the ground below. It is a fragile place. 

"Any damage is usually temporary. Someone will come along and provide repairs. Restore a fallen princess to her battlement. Rebuild the hardware store with sticks and cardboard. Create new stories upon the old ones. 

"The original house in the center changes in subtler ways. The furniture moves from room to room. The walls are painted or papered over. The mother and father dolls spend time separately in other structures with other dolls. The daughter and son leave and return and leave again. The dog chases cars and sheep and dares to bark at the dragon. 

"Around them, the world grows ever larger. 

"It sometimes takes the dolls quite a while to adapt." 

One of the things about these stories that I wasn't a huge fan of was the unsatisfactory endings. I wanted to know more about the dolls. Were they truly alive, or were they really carved from wood? But if they were really carved from wood, then why would the story say that it took them a while to adapt? 

"It's a metaphor for life." Severus said unexpectedly as I stood up, tucking Remus in his crib. I looked over at him as I slowly tucked the blue blanket around Remus small frame. 

"What?" I asked, tucking the panda stuffed animal right next to him. He rested his cheek against it as he snored softly. 

Severus shrugged, sticking his quill into the ink well, getting up from his chair, leaving his cloak on the back of it. "Every person we meet in life affects us in some way, whether we realize it or not. Even the ones we pass on the street without even glancing at their faces. We have some sort of subconscious thought about it all, don't we? And all of the actions of the people around us contribute to our own actions." 

"Oh?" I asked, raising an eyebrow in surprise and then smiled. What a silly thing, to look at the story at face value. Of course there was a deeper meaning. 

"What? You skeptical?" Severus asked with a small smile, putting his hands on my hips, pulling me a little closer. I leaned up, kissing him before gently biting his bottom lip, pulling it slowly as I pulled away. "Mmm." Severus hummed, leaning down to kiss me again. 

"Not skeptical. I just was looking at the story literally. You're deeper point of view threw me off just a little." I said. "But, I see what you're saying as well and it's a very good point. All of those people out there. . . right now. . . their lives are affected by people they haven't even met yet. It's not even just the present, like the opening of a door, knocking over a tree. . . it's the future too. One day a foot may step on a shop. One day. . ." 

I didn't finish the reality of the 'one day'. One day, Severus would die, looking into Harry's eyes because they were Lilys' eyes. Not mine, not Remus', but Harry's. 

I dropped my eyes, looking away from him. 

"Elizabeth?" He asked softly, cupping my cheek. "This is going to work." 

"I know." I sighed, "That's not what I'm. . . that's not what I'm brooding over." 

"Then what?" Severus asked. 

'Lie'. My brain automatically said. There was no way I was going to tell him that I was actually jealous of him wanting to see Harry's eyes for the last time. Besides, that was a vision based on a future that I wasn't apart of the timeline. Things could change and there was no reason to bring up that point. 

Besides, he would survive, so it was a moot point. 

"Um, I was thinking about October 31." I said, which wasn't exactly a lie. "My parents anniversary. . ." 

"Okay." Severus said softly, frowning a little. 

"I was just thinking that maybe I could go to Godric's Hollow, visit their grave-" 

"Elizabeth." Severus said through clenched teeth, but a soft voice. "Please tell me that you're joking." 

"I think you know very well I'm not." I said softly, looking off to the side. I walked away from him, grabbing the navy blue silk pajama bottoms to start getting ready for bed. I rubbed my stomach unconsciously, feeling hungry. Maybe I should eat something else? I had only had dinner an hour ago though. . . 

"It's to dangerous Elizabeth. You of all people know that the Dark Lord is keeping his snake there. Besides, it's not like I'll let you go alone and I can't risk it." 

"Which is why I am going alone." I said with an eyeroll, tossing the pajamas on the bed. 

"No." Severus said with a tone of finality. "You told me that you weren't leaving this room until everything was over. This is an unnecessary risk! Please Elizabeth." 

I sighed, rubbing my eyes. I was so tired and I knew that if I kept trying to argue that I'd end up losing. I couldn't think straight. But I knew that I wanted to visit them. It wasn't just that I wanted to go, it was a need. It felt like I had to go. It was a feeling. 

"I'm tired, can we talk about this in the morning?" I asked. 

"Promise me you're not going to go." Severus demanded, taking both of my hands into his. 

I reached up, kissing him, but drew away from him. "Come to bed Sev." 

"Eliz-" 

"Severus." I said seriously, cutting him off as he slid into the bed next to me. "Please? Tomorrow?" 

"Fine." Severus sighed, waving his hand at the light so that his sexy wandless magic turned the lights off. "But I'll be winning the argument." 

"Mm." I replied with doubt, snuggling up in his arms. "We'll see." 

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

"Okay." Severus muttered, looking around him once more as I turned back into a human. He had walked through Hogsmeade to the disapparation point, and then past that. I felt terrible for him, watching all of the Hogsmeade shop keepers glare at him, eyes full of hate. To afraid to say a darn thing against him in case he killed them too. 

Severus unstopped the Polyjuice potion which contained two hours worth. I doubted that we would be staying that long, but it was a necessary precaution. He drained it, wincing a little at the taste of the galaxy blue coloured liquid. 

He transformed into a tall and thin English man with curly brown hair. His eyes were the same colour as the Polyjuice potion- a turquoise galaxy colour. The accent was of a slightly different english variant. Proper London. 

"Okay, so remember." Severus said severely. "My name is Benedict." 

"Right." I nodded seriously, taking his hand. "Please Severus? I want to do this in the day." 

Severus  nodded, clenching my hand tightly and then the two of us were transported in a whirl of colour and squeezed ribs. When we landed, I found myself in a small village sort of town. 

We walked along the lane, the houses were a little farther in. The houses out here mostly had farms with sheep in the pens. Some farmers were tending to them, but most were sitting on their doorsteps. 

Kids ran up and down the street, wearing a variety of different Halloween costumes. Lots of pretend witches and cowboys and firefighters. I could pick out which kids were from magical families because they were carrying brooms as part of their costumes and had dressed up as Quidditch players. The others probably just thought they were a different form of witches. 

We walked along like we belonged. Severus kept a small smile on his face the entire time, making the forty and something year old face seem ten years younger. His smile also made him seem relaxed and laid back, but the tightness of which he squeezed my hand gave him away. 

We entered the small square, a war memorial- an obelisk covered with names- for World War II was structured there. As we got closer, the details became distorted as it switched to the real memorial. One of my father, with my mother and Harry in her arms. A perfect baby without a scar. And no daughter in sight. 

"Oh." I don't know why it surprised me, not seeing myself there. Or why it hurt so much that I wasn't represented. I shook my head a little, walking past it. I didn't want to linger. 

Severus on the other hand, pulled me into him. "It's alright to be upset." 

"I know. But I can be upset at home." I murmured, looking up earnestly into his face. He nodded and we set off at the walk again. 

The graveyard was close to the church and we entered. No one else was in here. Possibly it was to spooky to enter on Halloween, especially with the clouds coming in and the barest glimpses of not-quite-a-full-moon. 

Severus led the way, apparently having been here before and we eventually stopped in front of a large grave with my parents names engraved into the headstone. 

   James Potter                                            Lily Potter   Born 27 March 1960                        Born 30 January 1960   Died 31 October 1981                       Died 31 October 1981

The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death. 

I knelt slowly before the headstone, reaching out to touch it, convincing myself that this was real. 

The last time that I had been in Godrics' Hollow, dad and I had been in a panic over a dream. Or an event that happened in my dream and in real life at the same time. We had come to put things straight and we hadn't stayed, so I had never been to my parents grave. 

I wondered why dad had never taken me. Perhaps there had never been time? But  no, that didn't make sense. Maybe it was because I had never asked? I suppose he thought it was to depressing for a kid. 

Now, as an adult, I looked at the headstone with no recognition or particular feelings. The feelings I had were confused and complex, distorted. I couldn't recognize them. I closed my eyes, resting them for a moment. 

I heard the sounds of something crackling and opened them to find that Severus had constructed a reef of lilies and Elizabeth Magnolia flowers. I smiled a little at that, leaning my head on his shoulder. Severus hand rubbed up and down my back in a sweet way. 

"She loved you very much." Severus murmured suddenly, squeezing the side of my shoulder. 

"How do you know?" I asked softly. 

Severus was quiet for a moment and then said, "There was a time when I went back to the Order of the Phoenix Headquarters and found a letter." 

I knew which letter they were talking about. I had seen it in my head at least. 

"Anyways, she wrote about you in it." Severus whispered, looking at the gravestone. "Talked about you to Sirius. Your quirks and shyness and adorableness. So yes, she loved you very much. I knew her and I know she always wanted a daughter. And she got you." 

I wiped away a tear with the palm of my hand and nodded in silence, standing up. "We should go." 

"Yeah." Severus murmured and we both turned, before freezing. 

I don't know why neither of us hadn't heard her. But Bathilda Bagshot was hobbling towards us, her tongue poking at the corner of her mouth. Her eyes were flat and slanted in slits. 

Severus and I groped hands and then I felt him tugging me with him, apparating the two of us back to the mountain. 

My heart was thudding in my chest and I held my hand to my heart for a moment while Severus tossed water back down his throat to clash with the Polyjuice Potion and he reverted back to his normal self. He discarded the Muggle clothing he'd been wearing with a wave of his hand, redressing in his normal black. 

From there, we apparated straight into his chambers, making Trang jump, clutching Remus tighter as she fell backwards off the bed. 

"I'm so sorry Trang." I said, running over to take Remus from her arms and she sat up, wincing a little bit. 

"No worries." Trang sighed, getting to her feet. She smiled a little, looking at me with a sort of pity look. I looked away, going to lay Remus down in his crib. He was hyper though and started waving his small fist with the panda toy in it. 

Trang said nothing though, squeezing my shoulder, said quiet goodbyes to Severus, and left the room. 

"You gave yourself away." I said, the moment that the door closed. "As a muggle-" 

"It's done." Severus said sharply, which made my anger dissolve. I sighed. 

"Come here." Severus sighed, holding his arms out. 

I collapsed into them, sobbing. Severus pulled me up onto the bed and held me. All of my mixed emotions had congealed into one thing: relief. I was safe. Severus was safe. We were okay. 

Seeing my parents grave was unreal. It felt like a dream of sorts. Even now, it felt like I hadn't really gone and seen it, like it was all a dream or someone elses' memories. I wondered if it would always feel this way, or if it would go away with time. 

As I settled down, Dobby popped in with desserts. I wondered when Severus had put that order in. I glanced over at him as he summoned the tray closer and found my favorite hot fudge cakes on the tray. 

"Thank you." I whispered, kissing him on the cheek and then dug in. 

Severus rocked Remus to sleep after I breast fed him, before coming back to bed with me. He crawled up the bed, kissing me deeply, sliding his hand up under my pajama shirt. 

"How are you feeling Elizabeth?" He asked softly, his fingers running lightly across my perked nipples. I breathed in, wondering why he was asking that. 

"Good." I whispered back, before capturing my lips with his. Slowly, his hands started to pull the pajama bottoms down, my hands lifting his shirt up over his head. We pulled apart as he discarded the shirt and shucked off the bottoms. 

I took his cock in my hand, pumping it, before he pushed me back down on the bed. His fingers skimmed the inside of my leg, fingers sliding inside of my cunt. It took very little effort to work me up so that his fingers were coated in a slick substance. 

He used it as lubricant, running it over his cock, before he slowly pushed inside of me. I moaned softly, keeping my voice down as Remus slept through everything. The lights were off and I ran my fingers through his hair to pull Severus to me, kissing him again. 

I hadn't had sex since-

I gave a little start, nipping at Severus' bottom lip, now understanding his question. My heart started to pound a little more in my chest, but it relaxed a little as Severus' lips skimmed my throat and his scent washed over me. 

The pleasure ran from the tips of my toes up to the back of my spine as he bottomed out and I gasped, tossing my head back. The intrusive thoughts dissolved into nothingness as I wrapped my leg around his waist, pulling him even closer. 

"You're so beautiful." Severus whispered, kissing my cheeks. 

"How would you k-know." I said, trying to tease, but stuttered from pleasure. "It's dark." 

"Night vision." he chuckled, before rolling over and I moaned as I sunk fully on his cock. 

"Like a bat?" I teased again. 

He chuckled darkly this time, thrusting up into me at a brutal, lovely pace. 

"Oh oh oh." I whimpered, screwing my eyes shut. "Oh Severus." 

"That's it darling." Severus hummed, running a hand through my hair. "That's it. Let go for me." 

I shuddered as I fell apart on his cock, before collapsing into him. He pulled out of me gently after finishing as well, before cleaning us both up gently. Then we curled up together under the sheets. 

He fell asleep easily, snoring, his chin resting on my head. His arms slowly laxing around me as he became less conscious of his surroundings. 

I propped my chin on his chest to look up at him through the moonlight. The runes were glowing a soft blue and I ran my fingers over them. His hand grabbed mine, eyes fluttering a little, before his hand settled at his side again. 

"I love you." I whispered, before snuggling down, and falling asleep. 

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