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ellecdc · 19 days

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Hiyaa, I’m back again for another seer!reader😋

This one’s connected to the other seer!reader, I was thinking, what if mini padfoot inherits his mother’s abilities? Although he still can’t differentiate the line between his visions and dreams since he is really young. So what happened was he dreamt that a wolf was running after him and his baby sibling and he got so scared that he told his parents, then at the end they all figured out it was just a harmless dream?? Yes, angst with a happy ending please😚

Have a great day babes!🩷✨

mini-padfoot stoppppp I love them

poly!marauders x Seer!reader whose son inherits her gift of Sight

CW: hurt/comfort, fluff, Remus spiralling, continuation of this fic

If you had told Remus at any point in his life that he would one day be a doting stay-at-home-father of not one but two children, he would have called you barmy and maybe suggested you be admitted into the Janus Thickey ward at St. Mungo’s.

But alas, here he was, currently baking in his kitchen whilst his two children napped as he waited for his partners to return home from their various jobs.

And he loved it.

As if perfect timing, Remus had just slid a sheet of biscuits into the oven and set a quick timer when he heard his oldest starting to cry.

“I’m coming, cariad.” He called out as he wiped the flour off his jumper and pushed the door open to his son’s room, hoping to calm the crying before he managed to wake his younger sibling.

“Da!” Leo sobbed, holding his little arms out to Remus. Remus quickly bent down and scooped the toddler up into his arms and began shushing him and bouncing back and forth.

“You’re okay, m’love. Da’s right here.” He murmured into his head of curly black hair.

Though Remus knew toddlers and babies often cried as they woke up, Leo seemed to be particularly distressed after today’s nap.

“Hey, hey cariad; what’s the problem, hm? What’s the matter?” Remus cooed as he pulled his son away from his body to examine his face.

Remus’ heart lurched as he watched the little black-haired, grey-eyed bub rub at his eyes with pudgy fists; lip jutting out as he took in shuddering breaths.

“Saw bad.” He pouted miserably.

Remus’ heart lurched once again for the poor mini-padfoot who was plagued with his mummy’s gift of Sight.

“Did you have a bad dream?” Remus asked cautiously.

After many discussions that Sirius, James, and Remus had with you, they decided it was best to have Leo describe any potential Sights as dreams until he was old enough to be able to cope with potentially unsettling Sights; there was no use in your child stressing over things he could not control or even properly understand yet.

“Yeah.” The boy cried again.

“What was the dream about, my love?”

“Bad wolf.”

Remus felt his blood run ice cold as he stared at his son in horror.

A Bad Wolf.

“What did the bad wolf do, cariad?”

Leo let out a pitiful sniffle as his big eyes stared up imploringly at his father. “He was chasing us, me and my baby sister. I had to carry her but she wouldn’t stop crying and the wolf kept chasing us. He was growling and drooly and just very scary.” He explained, the end of his sentence punctuated with another sob.

Remus’ body seemed to move in autopilot as he pulled the child back into his chest and began rocking him back and forth, murmuring soft encouragements of ‘your safe now’, ‘da’s got you’, and ‘there’s nothing to be afraid of’ even though Remus himself was terrified.

It was him.

He was The Wolf.

He was chasing them…hunting them; his own children.

He should have known; he should have known better.

He was a monster through and through and he had no right to endanger the lives of these two innocent babes.

He felt sick and twisted even holding Sirius’ doppelganger in his arms like he had any right to tell him it was all okay and he was safe now. As if he wasn’t currently cradled in the arms of the monster he so feared.

Remus moved the child to the living room where he popped on a video of Winnie the Pooh or some other children’s cartoon on the muggle telly for him and handed him a small cup of apple slices.

He stood in the corner of the room - the closest he’d allow himself to Leo - chewing at his cuticles until James walked in the door.

“Daddy!” Leo shrieked excitedly as he abandoned the remaining apple slices in favour of launching himself at his father.

“Hey lovebug!” James cheered back, swinging the toddler back and forth in his arms before putting him back down and letting him race back off to his shows.

“‘Lo Moons! How was- is…is everything okay?” James started, but paused as he noticed Remus’ tense body language.

“Can you please watch them?” Remus whispered, referring to the one child sitting in front of the telly and the other still sound asleep within her bassinet.

“Of course.” James started, sounding like he was ready to ask Remus what was going on, but Remus never gave him the chance.

Remus swiftly moved down the hall and closed himself into their bedroom where he let out his own sob that had been stuck in the back of his throat.

The house smelled heavenly, alerting you to the fact that Remus had been playing around in the kitchen again. You’d been coming home to some of the most delectable pastries and breads that Remus always found some fault in - they were too dense, too flaky, not risen enough etc etc - but they never failed to make your mouth water each and every time.

The pleased smile that had taken over your face as you entered your home quickly vanished when you entered the living room to a tension you weren’t accustomed to in your own home.

Sirius was standing with the youngest of your two children cradled in his arms as he and James murmured solemnly back and forth, and your oldest watched cartoons completely unaware of any stress colouring the atmosphere around him.

“Hey you guys.” You offered cautiously, causing Leo to jump up to greet you.

“Hi mummy!” He shrieked, causing your daughter to stir unhappily in his papa’s arms.

“Where’s Da, pumpkin?” You asked him as he wiggled out of your grasp, clearly eager to return to his shows.

“In bed.” He responded simply, causing you to look at your husbands bemusedly.

Sirius and James exchanged a glance as James moved over to you. “He’s in the bedroom. He seemed very upset when I got home and all he told me was ‘Leo Saw something’.”

You let out a sigh as you looked over at your son, feeling horribly guilty that he was plagued by the same ‘gift’ that you were. You could remember some of your earliest sights at perhaps only slightly older than he currently was, and how upsetting not only the Sights could be, but how upsetting it could be when they happened to come true.

But, you also knew that at his age, what Remus described as a Sight could easily have been a simple dream.

You made your way down the hallway towards your bedroom, pausing to knock gently twice before letting yourself in.

Remus was sitting hunched over on the edge of the bed with his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands with his back facing you.

You aren’t sure when the last time you saw him look so dejected was, but it caused a horrible lump in your throat nonetheless.

“Moony, love?” You called quietly, moving slowly around the bed in order to stand in front of him.

He never looked up at you, but a sob escaped him at your words.

“Baby.” You cooed as you knelt; placing your hands on either side of his knee and trying to rub circles with your thumbs in an attempt to get him to look at you. “What happened, my love?”

Through quiet sobs, you managed to catch “He’s scared of me. I’m going to kill him.”

“Remus.” You said more seriously. “That’s impossible.”

“He saw the Wolf, Y/N.” Remus responded emphatically, pulling his hands away from his face to expose his reddened and swollen eyes and cheeks. “It…it was - I was chasing him, and he was carrying our sweet-” He cut himself off with a hiccup and tried to cover his face again, but you caught his hands and brought them to your cheeks instead.

“He was trying to protect his little sister, and the Wolf was hunting them. I was hunting them.”

“No Remus.” You argued, but Remus screwed his eyes shut as if your refusal to believe him caused him physical pain.

“Remus Lupin, you listen to me; you would never allow anything to happen to those kids. You love them more than anything in this world; I’ve never been more certain of their safety than when they’re with you.”

Remus didn’t seem completely convinced as he shook his head in disagreement, though he didn’t bother arguing with you.

“And even if that wasn’t true.” You began, drawing your syllables out to encourage him to return his eyes to yours, which he did. “You have three of us here who also would never allow anything to happen to them. If you don’t trust yourself, don’t you trust us?”

Remus let out a defeated sigh as he rested his forehead against yours; his hands still stationed where you were holding them against your jaw as his thumbs gently rubbed near your cheekbones.

“Besides,” You added quietly, nudging his nose gently with your own. “I’m a much better Seer than Leo; if anything were to happen to my children - I’d be the first to know.”

Remus let out a quiet snort at that, causing you to smile.

“I’m sorry you’ve had a bad day, my love.” You soothed; pulling your head back to press a kiss to his nose only for him to hold your head there and press a gentle kiss to your lips in response.

“It wasn’t a bad day.” He countered. “It was quite good, before he woke up from his nap terrified.”

You let out a sympathetic hum of acknowledgement and pressed another kiss to his lips. “It could have very well been a dream, baby.”

Remus sighed as if he knew that, but just couldn’t help being worried. You understood his dilemma.

Before either of you could respond, a cautious knock was rapped against the door as James and Sirius both poked their heads in.

“Hey, Moony.” James started, sounding all kinds of guilty.

“So, Leo told us about his dream he had this afternoon.” Sirius continued, grimacing slightly at the admission.

“Yeah! And, uhm, funny thing…that…” James soldiered on. “It turns out-”

“Red Riding Hood!” Leo squealed as he shoved his head between Sirius and James’ legs.

“What?” Remus asked in bemusement.

“Well, we had a playdate over with the Lovegood’s yesterday, right? And Xenophilius read this muggle nursery rhyme to them-”

“James…” You groaned, leaning your forehead down on Remus’ knee as he rubbed his thumbs through the baby hairs on the back of your neck.

“Why don’t you tell them what happened next in your dream, bubs. After the wolf was chasing you?” Sirius encouraged.

“Me and sissy got away from the wolf because Mama showed up with two knights and they fought the wolf! And the knights were Daddy and Da, and then we all went and rescued Papa from an evil witch who locked him in a tower!” Leo explained excitedly.

“Leo,” Remus chided jovially. “You didn’t tell me any of this when you woke up.”

“I forgot!” Leo said with a shrug before he went racing back off down the hallway.

“Cheeky bastard.” You sighed quietly causing Sirius to bark a laugh.

“Sure is; he is his father’s son, afterall.”

“I’m so sorry, Rem.” James offered guiltily. “I was just so excited to learn muggle nursery rhymes and stories; I never even made the connection of the Wolf.”

Remus shook his head at his husband in faux contempt as he turned to lean his head against yours once again. “I’m gonna kill him.”

You hummed as if in thought. “No you won’t.”

“How can you be so sure?” He asked with a smirk.

You smirked right back. “Because, I would have Seen it.”

“Fair enough.” He whispered back.

“Right. So, now that we’re all good.” Sirius began. “Can we have those biscuits you made yet? They smell bloody brilliant.

“You can.” Remus replied. “None for Prongs.”

This earned him a bark of laughter from Sirius and a horrified squawk from James.

“Ha ha. You’re in the doghouse.” Sirius taunted James, turning to flee quickly when James turned to glare daggers at him.

You knew James had caught up to him when you heard an inelegant shriek from Sirius and Leo squealing in laughter at his fathers’ antics.

“I love them so much.” You mused aloud.

Remus breathed out a laugh through his nose. “Me too.”

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six-eyed-samurai · 11 days

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Yo I think something glitched when I was making the header...didn't crop properly. Anyway, enjoy this trash and I'm sorry if it's not up to my usual standard but I just got the random idea in the middle of the night!

Note: Reader is pregnant, so therefore fem and if it makes you uncomfortable I apologise but don't read

Everyone was convinced Tomioka Giyuu hated you right from the start.

You were first introduced to the Hashira when Oyakata-sama called them all for a meeting on the latest reports of demon activity, but requested them all to stay a little longer before being dismissed. Amane gestured for you to come forward with a gentle smile and you shuffled out of the shadows with your hands clasped together in nervousness but with a bright bream upon your face. The Hashira’s eyes caught yours in surprise, wondering if you were perhaps a new Kakushi since you weren’t wearing a slayer uniform, but instead a traditional (f/c) yukata.

Then their eyes strayed downwards and changed their minds about that, but nonetheless still remained in confusion.

“This is our newest member, (y/n) (y/l/n), the (b/f) Hashira. She was supposed to join our ranks quite some months ago but due to her sudden pregnancy she will for now be an honorary member.”

The only sign of your anxiety was the blush on your cheeks and the hand rubbing at your swollen abdomen. “Hi everyone! I’m so happy to meet you all! I won’t be on the battlefield for some time and I’m sorry I can’t fight alongside you for now, but I look forward to getting to know you all. If you need anything, I’m always at the (e/n) Estate.”

The ice was broken and you were immediately approached by many of the Hashira. Himejima-san cried and wished you and your child good health, making you feel a little embarrassed but thanked him anyway. The Mist Pillar Tokito simply stared at you, then at the sky, then at you again before asking what were you doing here again (later on, he startled you by appearing behind and questioning you in that airheaded manner of his if he could talk to the baby).

You were also tackled by the Love Pillar who introduced herself as Kanroji Mitsuri and your new best friend as well as the calmer Insect Pillar, Kocho Shinobu, who despite slightly unnerving you with her smile touched you greatly when she said you could always stop by the Butterfly Mansion for checkups or simply a visit.

“How far along are you?”

“About five months, I think!”

“KYAAAAAAAAAAH! Your baby is going to be so cute! What’s it’s name? Do you know if it’s a he or a she yet? I can’t wait to be an aunt!”

“Heh, I’m not too sure yet, but I have a feeling it’s going to be a boy!”

Mitsuri squealed again, causing you to laugh at her genuine happiness. She whipped her head behind her and called out to the silently glowering Snake Pillar. “Iguro-san, don’t you think the baby will be cute? I really wish I’ll have some of my own one day!”

You and Shinobu shared a smirk as the Wind Pillar grumpily slapped his friend’s back and dragged the furiously red Iguro away, muttering viciously about not wasting any more time in hunting a Twelve Kizuki.

“Oh look, there's Tomioka-san. Why hasn't he come and said hello yet?”

“Ah well, a lone friendless wolf as always.” Shinobu didn't see you originally visibly brighten at Mitsuri’s words and turn surprised at hers.

Indeed Tomioka was standing awkwardly as always a little - long, actually - way off. What was not as always was that horrified, slack jawed look on his face instead of his usual blank, emotionless one.

“Tomioka-san? Are you alright? You've been making that face for a long time already…” Shinobu's eye twitched, but you didn't notice, suddenly preoccupied with Muichiro’s intense questioning of whether he could play with the baby when it was born.

“She shouldn't be a Hashira.”

The remaining Hashira found themselves narrowing their eyes at the Water Pillar's blunt, if not rude, words.

That would be just one of the many events that further convinced them of his intense dislike of you.

***

You started going over a lot to the Butterfly Mansion over then next few months, becoming a fast favorite among the girls for your cheerful attitude and your baby; even Kanao cracked a smile at you when you came around. When the other Hashira arrived to be healed you always made it a point to go pay them a visit and in turn you pretty soon had every one of them in your back pocket, including the harsh, loudmouthed Wind Pillar Shinazugawa who constantly gave you a jolt with the complete 360 with his attitude around you, to the point you could call him a good friend.

Being friends with him usually meant hearing him grumble about the stupid waterboy.

“Why doesn’t he ever look at you anyway, turning away like that. So rude, that little (beep) (beep) (beep)-”

“Eheh, Shinazugawa-san, don’t swear so loudly, he’ll hear you!”

You had stopped by to Sanemi’s room when Shinobu had mentioned he was there to be patched up after a mission and knowing how busy she was, had offered to go help change his bandages with the basic medical knowledge you had picked up over the years of being a slayer. Reluctantly she had agreed and so here you were, chatting away with him until he spotted Tomioka passing by (he poked his head in actually, otherwise Sanemi would never have noticed him) and started complaining about him once more, especially when you had called out to him and Tomioka had simply whipped his head to the side to stare into the distance.

Really, Sanemi wasn’t the only one to notice how Tomioka avoided you like the plague with that stupid, vacant, red expression of his.

“He’s just shy, he doesn’t mean to be rude!” You defended the poor Pillar, continuing with rewinding the new wrappings.

“Tch, you should see how he acts at the meetings, like he’s better than us or something,” was the growling reply. “(beep) doesn’t know how to (beep) talk with anyone with his (beep) attitude.”

“I don’t think he thinks he’s better than all of you, maybe it’s just something else,” You hum, finishing up. “That’s all! I’m glad the demon didn’t go any further than a scratch.”

Shinazugawa grunted, then his gaze caught yours and softened. “By the way, who’s the dad?”

“Oh, it’s -”

“(y/n)-san!” Three heads peeked in from the door shyly. “Can you come and play with us?”

“Of course! Bye, Shinazugawa!”

Like always the reply was only a “tch”.

***

Another thing was that he never stopped repeating what he said at the first time everyone met you: “She shouldn’t be a Hashira”, going as far as to attempt to prevent you from wielding a sword, although this was only noticed by Tanjiro.

You had agreed to the Kamaboko Squad’s requests (aka demands by Inosuke and begging from Zenitsu) to train together, despite Tanjiro’s worries which you brushed off. The boys were very rambunctious and did tire you out quite a bit, but you were having so much fun and they were so eager you just went on sparring with them until even Inosuke muttered a plead for a quick break, unable to beat your incredible swordsmanship.

“(y/n)-chan!!! Who’s the lucky guy you married?! You never told us and I want to know how he managed to score someone so beautiful like you so I can do it with Nezuko-chan!” Zenitsu simpered, scooting closer, ignoring Tanjiro’s scandalized look.

“What’s married?” Inosuke’s voice was muffled underneath his boar mask and the mountain of onigiri you had brought he was stuffing into his mouth, so none of you heard him.

You giggle, placing a hand on your stomach. “He’s very sweet, although he’s honestly very shy and doesn’t talk much. I’m sure you’ve met him before! Can you guess?”

“Woah, really?” Tanjiro brightened, wondering who it could be, but his next question was interrupted by an interrogative monotone.

“What are you doing? You shouldn’t be training.” Tomioka stood in front of them, the first time anyone had seen him interact with you without just staring at the ground. His face was as empty as the void but there was a tiny crease between his eyebrows and Tanjiro didn’t have to inhale to smell the worry reeking off him.

“I didn’t know you were so concerned about (y/n)-chan, Tomioka-san.” Zenitsu’s eyebrows shot up, disappearing under his hair while he glowered judgmentally.

Tomioka made no reply, only swiftly grabbing and removing the sword from your hand. “She shouldn’t be a Hashira, much less train. You nearly died fighting a demon not too long ago, you’re in no shape to be doing this.”

With that he abruptly walked off and left Zenitsu and Inosuke to scream at him for being such an un-gentleman and for not fighting with them while you looked away sadly.

Tanjiro wondered why he didn’t once smell dislike on Tomioka. Only fear.

***

“What’s he got against (l/n)?” Obanai joined in on the conversation from his perch on the tree. He’d look for reasons to hate against the Water Pillar all the time, but unlike the others this time round his hatred was justified.

Tengen rolled his eyes flamboyantly. “I know! He’s constantly acting like she’s a pest to be around, but she doesn’t seem to have beef with him. What’s wrong with that bland creature?”

“Oh come on! We don’t actually know if he hates her,” Rengoku protested mildly.

“Then why does he keep refusing to even make eye contact with her?”

“I mean, Iguro, you can’t talk, you only ever look at Kanroji” - Obanai turned away, blushing furiously as Tengen cackled - “but I get your point. The other day I walked in on them arguing. I can’t believe he would keep reminding her of past failures without keeping her current state in mind!”

“Perhaps he only wants to try and convince her to stay safe during this time and discourage her from slaying for now?”

“Rengoku, my best buddy, you’re too optimistic.”

“There’s no other reason he’d give her the cold shoulder 24/7.”

Soon the conversation drifted to other topics, but little would they know Rengoku was the closest to the truth…

***

Shinobu already had enough on her hands with all the screaming, panic and blood, but of course Tomioka just had to show up at the most inopportune moment.

It had been a relatively quiet day as the two of you sat on the engawa, exchanging war stories over tea when with a sudden cry you had doubled over in pain. Your water had broken and you were heading into labour - quickly.

Just barely the Insect Pillar had managed to get you to a bed and sent the Butterfly Girls scurrying for the necessities, hiding her uneasiness at the slight earliness of your boy’s arrival to keep you calm and help you through it. You were doing well under her coaxing to use Total Concentration Breathing, and thankfully Shinazugawa was still around to help you relax with a familiar face.

Then Aoi had burst in with a frantic expression and thundering footsteps from behind that certainly weren’t hers.

“Shinobu-san, Tomioka is demanding to be let in-”

“Keep him out!” Shinobu grimaced, returning her attention to you. She’s heard and seen what he’s like around you, and other than the fact he has no business to be here she didn’t want to send you into a further state of panic. “He doesn’t like her, and if he opens that mouth of his to say anything more I might be responsible for two deaths.”

You dug your nails into Sanemi’s proffered hand, screaming in pain. He winced but said nothing, only looking up with a determined look in his eyes at Shinobu. “I’ll go keep Tomioka out, just make sure she delivers safely.”

Without waiting for a reply Sanemi rushed out to bar the doorway, leaving Shinobu to assure and handle your birthing with the anxious assistance of the Butterfly Girls. The pain in your stomach was surely abominable, intolerable, and Shinobu found herself growing more alarmed with every minute the baby wasn’t coming out.

“(y/n), I need you to push harder, alright? Can you do that for me?”

“N-no - where is he?”

“Your husband? I’ll get someone to call him, don’t worry,” Shinobu lied with dawning horror that in the entire time she had known you…she had no actual idea who you were married to. “But he wouldn’t like you see you like this, right? You can do it. Just keep your breathing under control.”

“JUST (beep) OFF, TOMIOKA!” Shinazugawa’s voice bellowed through the Mansion. His stocky form soon appeared, stubbornly acting as an indomitable barrier against the equally stubborn Tomioka who was desperately trying to barge his way through.

“Tomioka, we don’t need unnecessary people here to worry (y/n) more-”

”THAT’S MY WIFE!”

Whether it was because Tomioka had never raised his voice before or the sheer shock of it all or the fact you reached out for his hand, Shinobu and Sanemi let him through.

“I thought I was going to lose you when I heard you screaming like that from outside.” Giyuu nuzzled deeper into your neck, absently stroking your baby’s tiny hand. “Don’t scare me like that again.”

You played with the strands of his hair with a teasing smirk. “You did to, banging into the room like that, with the “That’s my wife!”. It was very romantic of you, Giyuu~”

“I was in a rush.” Giyuu smacked his face into the pillow, embarrassed while you laugh.

“Ara ara~ Are you both done cuddling? I want to perform a quick checkup on your baby now, if you don’t mind, and all the Hashira are here to ask you a lot of things, Tomioka.” Shinobu stood at the doorway with her customary smile, a twitching eye and crossed arms. Behind her were the shadows of the others trying to peek over her shoulder or head into the room to congratulate you on your baby or beat up Tomioka (both for some).

“Ask about what?” Giyuu lifted up his head in confusion. You snort at his obliviousness, cooing at your precious sleeping baby before gently passing him to Shinobu.

“MAYBE ABOUT HOW (Y/N) IS YOUR WIFE AND YOU NEVER TOLD US?”

“KYAAAAAAAAAH! That’s so cute of you, Tomioka!”

“Do you hate us all or something?!”

“No…? No one asked and I thought (y/n) would have told you,” Giyuu said blankly, glancing at you with wide blue eyes. You sheepishly raised your shoulders.

“I tried to tell them but we kept getting interrupted or had no chance.”

“You did make us all think you hated (y/n) with your behaviour, Tomioka.” Shinobu raised an eyebrow. “After all, you rarely spoke to her and when you did it was only to reprimand her, but I can see now it was probably out of worry for your child and her…although rather harshly.”

“Oh!” You burst out laughing, shaking so hard you nearly couldn’t take back your awakening baby Shinobu was handing over. “Giyuu’s just very shy! See-”

You pressed a quick peck to his cheek.

giyuu.exe has stopped working.

#sanzuyaps #giyuu x reader #giyuu x y/n #giyuu x you #giyuu tomioka x reader #giyuu tomioka x y/n #kny x reader #giyuu x reader fluff

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perseephoneee · 1 month

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last updated: 04/15/2024

↳ as a writer, i'm always consuming things about my favs, and i thought it was time to share some of my favorites. every story here has likely been reread by moi a million times. also-- my psyche can be easily viewed by how many stories are under one individuals *cries*

SUPERNATURAL

every headcanon from @via-l0ve

her boys @octoberclidan. (tfw)

dances with team free will @octoberclidan

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꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ SAM WINCHESTER

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Christmas in dixie @fitzs-trained-monkey

bruised and battered @fitzs-trained-monkey

shots @so-long-soldier-writes

little favors @fitzs-trained-monkey

of ice skates and sugar cookies @fitzs-trained-monkey

ten minute blood stain removal @fitzs-trained-monkey

like a box of chocolates @fitzs-trained-monkey

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ KAI PARKER

for my valentine (18+) @babeydollx

lace (18+) @geminioriginalsimagines

game on (18+) @socio-kai-path1972

kisses @socio-kai-path1972

why? @socio-kai-path1972

affinity romance (18+) @socio-kai-path1972

is it hot in here? (18+) @oneirataxiahiraeth

party crasher (18+) @oneirataxiahiraeth

sex tea (18+) @oneirataxiahiraeth

say it again (18+) @oneirataxiahiraeth

the red means (18+) @oneirataxiahiraeth

the price of hatred (18+) @oneirataxiahiraeth

spoiled (18+) @oneirataxiahiraeth

birthday girl (18+) @oneirataxiahiraeth

STAR TREK

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ JIM KIRK/BONES

a well documented debacle @mybullshitsensesaretingling

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ PAVEL CHEKOV

sweatpants @youre-on-a-starship

MARVEL

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ LOKI

reformed villain squad @give-me-a-moose

overtime (18+) @cleo-fox

loki's happy ending @gingerwritess

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ BUCKY BARNES

graveyard @wkemeup

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ STEVEN GRANT/MARC SPECTOR

red flags (18+) @astroboots

HUNGER GAMES

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ FINNICK O'DAIR

oral headcanon (18+) @lucilleslore

darling and the virgin (18+) @wife-of-all-dilfs

TED LASSO

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ JAMIE TARTT

chilly cheeks @veryberryjelly

about you @buckychristwrites

saved you a seat @benedictscanvas

operation: tartt's heart @theowritesstuff

DOCTOR WHO

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ TENTH DOCTOR

family christmas @writerlyhabits

gestures and evasion @doctenwho

before you go @doctorslove

falling in love again @doctorslove

CRIMINAL MINDS

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ SPENCER REID

virgin!spence (18+) @fortheloveofwonderland

i'd bottle the feelings you gave me @spencersfunkysocks

all the women he's loved before @fortheloveofwonderland

a helping hand (18+) @sinfulspencer

second date @samuel-de-champagne-problems

preciously pure (18+) @foxy-eva

STRANGER THINGS

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ BILLY HARGROVE

two ships passing in the night @hairringtonsteve

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makeitmingi · 8 months

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Cause Baby You're My Muse [Chapter 41]

Genre: Romance, Idol!AU, Music, Slight angst

Pairing: Mingi x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Producer!Reader, IdolLyricist!Mingi, IdolProducer!Hongjoong, Idol!Seonghwa, Idol!Yunho, Idol!Wooyoung, Idol!San, Idol!Yeosang, Idol!Jongho, cameo(s) by other celebrities

Summary: You always preferred producing underground, having an unknown face and governed by your own rules. But when you start freelancing for idol groups, you say goodbye to your lone wolf lifestyle as you learn to work with idol producers and lyricists.

Word count: 3.3K

Warning(s): Indigo has a rather graphic nightmare and anxiety caused by the nightmare. Eluding to character injury and harm.

"Even if it means that having to hurt both of us, I would do anything as long as you are safe. You'll be okay without me, Mings. You'll be okay." You held Mingi's face in your hands, trying your best to form a smile like you were okay. Tears streamed down his cheeks and it broke you to know that you were the cause of them.

"Please, don't go... Don't go, baby. Don't leave me. You promised me that you would always stay." He choked, his hands gripping your wrists tightly.

"You'll be okay." You smiled through the tears. As you leaned forward to give him a final kiss, Mingi faded away.

When you opened your eyes again and looked around, you gasped. The house around you was torn to shred, the glass cracking under your shoes as you stood amongst the mess.

"Mings!" You screamed as you saw him laying there. Scrambling over to him, you brushed the glass away, not caring that it was cutting you.

"No, Mingi!" When you turned him around to lay on his back, you nearly shrieked in terror.

Mingi was almost unrecognisable, his face black and blue from injuries. But what scared you the most was the head wound, his hair stained bright red by his own blood. You moved him onto your lap, gently holding his cheek as you cried.

"Song Mingi! Please wake up, Mings. Please." You begged as you cried, head falling into his chest. How could this have happened? How could you allow this to happen to him?

You were supposed to protect him.

"I warned you." Someone said from behind you. You turned around but your tears blurred your vision, you couldn't make out who this person was.

"Take it out on me. Why did you have to do this to him?! He didn't deserve this!" You cried.

"Hurting you would be an easy way out. I need you to hurt and how else to do it other than hurting the one you love. Now you have to live with the guilt of being the reason he's hurt." The person cackled.

"No!" You sat up with a gasp. Your heart was racing in your chest, you felt almost breathless as you couldn't keept up. Cold sweat covered your forehead and tears lined your cheeks.

3 AM

Letting out a curse, you carefully slid out of bed and went to go get yourself a glass of ice cold water. Hopefully the sudden temperature would shock your brain and get rid of the anxiety that was creeping in your chest. You leaned against your kitchen wall, you just needed to stop thinking for a while.

"Ba...by...?" Mingi stumbled out of the bedroom. He stood there, eyes barely open. He let out a yawn as he scratched his arms, trying to adjust to the lights of the kitchen.

"Hey, Mings. I hope I didn't wake you. Go back to sleep." You said softly, straightening up.

"Are you alright?" He rubbed his eyes to properly focus on you.

"Yeah... I'm fine. Just came out for a glass of water." You shook the glass in your hand, the ice cubes clinking against the sides. Mingi shuffled over to you, tilting your head up to look at him.

"Did you have a nightmare? You cried..." He asked worriedly, tenderly stroking your cheek where your tears were earlier.

"Mmm but it's just a nightmare. I'll be fine." You placed your cold hand over his warm one.

"You should really sleep. We have a flight to catch and then you'll be working right away. You need to sleep as much as you can." You sighed. Tomorrow, you were following Eden, the boys and their team for their overseas music video shoot.

The boys were expected to start from the moment they land. Their managers would be the ones bringing their bags to the hotel and checking them in.

"I'm fine. Besides, I won't go back to sleep and leave you out here on your own." Mingi insisted with a frown.

"Mings..." You chewed your lip, feeling conflicted.

"I'm not saying it is your fault." He pressed his forehead against yours, his hand never leaving your cheek. You wrapped your arms around his waist, your cheek pressing against his chest.

"You'll be okay, baby. I won't let anything hurt you while I am around." He promised, stroking your head.

You and Mingi just stood there, quietly embracing each other at 3am, under the only light that was on in your apartment. He periodically pressed comforting kisses to the top of your head, a small reminder that he was still here and won't leave you. Mingi's body pressed against yours melted away your anxiety.

"Don't fall asleep on me, baby." He chuckled.

"I won't." You murmured. You felt Mingi move and his hands slid under your thighs, carefully carrying you up. With your legs around his waist, you clung to him like a koala.

"Careful." Mingi laid down with your back on the mattress and him hovering over you. He held your cheek, his eyes searching yours even in the dark.

"Don't worry anymore, hmm?" He spoke softly. Tears welled up in your eyes again, you didn't deserve him. Really.

"Shh..." He wiped your tears. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down.

"It's okay, baby. Whatever it is, we'll get through it togther." Hearing him whisper that in your ear made you cry even harder. You softly cried into his shoulder.

Mingi turned the two of you gently so his weight wouldn't crush you. But he never you go, continuing to hold you and hush you like you were a child. One hand rested on the back of your head while the other gently massaged the exposed skin of your hip.

"I'm here, I'll always be here." He kissed your forehead. With Mingi's coaxing, you fell back asleep.

When morning came around, Mingi woke up first. He wanted to let you sleep more so he washed up and changed, even made coffee before waking you up.

"Morning, baby." He planted a kiss to your temple. The smile you replied with was forced.

"Don't trip over the luggage." He cautioned. There was a distant look in your eyes, the nightmare from last night must have really affected you.

"Ugh." You held your head.

"Here, have these first. It'll help." He put two painkillers into your hand. This time, your grateful smile was a little more genuine. You popped the pills and went to get ready for the airport. You dressed comfortably, sweat pants, a hoodie, a beanie and a mask to hide your face from the paparazzi.

"I'll see you later. If you don't feel well, tell me." He said. Mingi had to get his luggage from the dorm upstairs while you were going to meet the manager downstairs to ride with the stylists and Eden.

"I will. Don't worry about me." You tiptoed to give him a kiss. With a squeeze on the shoulder, Mingi left the house.

"Let's do this." You said to your reflection before bringing your bags to the carpark downstairs.

"You look awful. Did you not sleep?" Hongjoong frowned.

"Good morning to you too, Joong." You replied bitterly. Seonghwa nudged the captain for being insensitive while Wooyoung came to hug you, snuggling into you.

"What's with this?" You lightly tugged at the way all his hair was tucked under the beanie. He leaned back before you could pull it off.

"Surprise~" He smirked. Soon, your van came. Eden waved to the boys while you loaded your bags with the help of San and Jongho. You waved and bowed to the boys before climbing in with the few stylists. They waved back as the van drove off.

"Look guys, Indigo had a rough night. So please, just tone it down a little." Mingi sighed. Yunho cleared his throat and everyone cast glances at Hongjoong.

"What? Don't look at me like that. I didn't know! And that's how she and I banter." Hongjoong sulked, crossing his arms.

"What happened? What did you do?" Seonghwa was more worried about you than anything.

"Calm down, mama bear. I didn't do anything. She had a nightmare and I think it really freaked her out. She's been a little out of it since I woke her up." Mingi waved his hands to calm Seonghwa down.

"Poor Indigo." San pouted.

"I just want her to go and relax, not having to think too much about work." Mingi said. The other boys nodded their heads in agreement.

"Luckily they booked the whole area and lodging for the duration of our stay there. So Indigo won't be bothered and she can destress there." Yunho smiled, squeezing his best friend's shoulder. When their vans were all ready, they loaded their bags into the vans and jumped in, ready to go to the airport.

"Are you alright? You look pale." Eden asked.

"Fine. Just feeling a little tired but I'll sleep on the plane." You assured him, rubbing your eyes and pulling your hood up.

"You're there to learn but also take the time to relax and rest, okay?" He nudged you playfully. You nodded with a hum. When the van pulled up, you saw all the fans waiting.

"Are they waiting for the boys?" You asked.

"Yes, it's always like that. Don't worry, just stick with us." One of the stylists smiled to you. You bowed your head gratefully.

"The fans don't usually bother the staff. We'll still try to keep you hidden." The other stylist giggled. You figured they must know about hiding your identity.

"Let's go." You all came out of the van. Thinking your van had the Ateez members, you heard the fans preamptively scream and shutters go off. Although, you were sure some people were excited to see Eden, recognising him as Ateez's head producer.

"Who is that?"

"Is there a new person joining Edenary?" Fans were whispering about you as you walked past them.

You obviously didn't look like a stylist, you weren't dressed like them and you walked beside Eden. Some fans tried to get a glimpse of you but you made it safely to the check in counter.

"Place all check in luggage here, please." The lady smiled.

"I'll do it." One of the crew helped you. You bowed and stood to the side while the stylist team checked in.

"Umm, excuse me." Someone said. You turned around, blinking. The girl and her friend jumped as you face them, obviously weirded out by how you were entirely covered except your eyes.

"Are you part of Edenary?" She asked. You stared at her, your eyes not giving anything away.

"Do you speak English?" Her friend prompted. You didn't reply, bowing your head respectfully and following the team through to the security checks. You were worried about how you were going to remove your mask now. But then, you heard screams, the real Ateez boys were here.

"Here." You handed your boarding pass and passport to the security guard, passing through the scanner quickly now that the fans' attention was directed away from the accompanying staff.

"You good?" One of the stylists asked.

"I'm fine. Thanks." You adjusted your mask. It was relatively calm after that. While waiting to board the plane, you all got coffee.

"My name is Indigo. Part of the producing team." You introduced yourself softly. They were all friendly, all introducing themselves with kind smiles.

"Do you always wear a mask?" Sohee, another stylist, asked.

"Ah... Yes... I keep my identity hidden from public eye." You replied, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed. You didn't want them to think you were a diva or conceited.

"That's smart. We should have done that from the start. Now fans know what we look like and some of them like to ask us for favours or information." One of the film crew people shook his head with a sigh of dismay. The others nodded in agreement.

"By the way, I know what you're all thinking but Indigo isn't my apprentice." Eden added with an amused smile and his arms crossed.

"She's not?"

"No, I'm not. I mean, I work with Edenary but I was brought into KQ by Eden as a freelancer. Actually I've been producing for a while now. Just underground." You explained.

"You all definitely know her songs. Her signature is 'not your indigo child'." Eden explained. You punched his shoulder to stop exposing you.

"Oh my gosh! I love your songs. You used to work with that R&B singer, Dean, right?" Soon, everyone was fawning over you. You were flustered, not used to so much attention being on you.

"It's an honour." They suddenly wanted to shake hands with you.

"No, please. I'm still learning a lot from Eden and Edenary members. I barely know anything about what it's really like in the industry above ground. That's why I'm here, to learn from all of you on this entire process." You shook your hands to. Luckily your mask was covering your cheeks.

"I've always wanted to know what your signature means." Jihyun, the makeup artist, leaned on her hands.

"It was just something silly I came up with when I was younger. Indigo children are known to possess special traits and abilities. I wanted to show that I made it myself." You coughed.

"I'm not anyone's apprentice or student, I'm not their 'indigo child' for them to take credit for." You rubbed the back of your neck.

"Wah, that's genius."

"It's really not." You mumbled. Soon, there was some loud chatter, making you look up. The Ateez boys were huddled in a group, with their managers and bodyguards.

"There are still fans on the inside?" You asked, noticing the girls that were following the group all the way to the gate.

"Some fans try to buy tickets on the be on the same flights as the boys but don't worry, the airline blocks an area for all of us and the artists. The fans aren't allowed to enter that section of the plane." Sohee assured. You nodded your head slowly.

"We should board soon." Someone said. You all gathered your bags and queued up behind Ateez for the airport staff to do a final check before you could board.

"Stay close." Jihyun tugged you in so the fans wouldn't maul you. You briefly met eyes with Mingi. His eyes were soft, full of concern.

"Omg, Mingi oppa!" The fans waved, thinking he was looking at them.

"Have a nice flight." The person handed you your ticket and passport after checking. You bowed and walked in. The guards there directed your entire group to the blocked off cabin.

"Indigo, I got us upgraded to business class." Eden informed. Your new friends pouted at your departure.

"Come on, we need to work with Hongjoong." Eden chuckled. You nodded and waved to your friends with a promise to see them later. Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you went with Eden to the business class cabin where the Ateez boys were settling in. They all waved excitedly when they saw you.

"We told Eden hyung to move you up here so you can remove your mask and rest properly." Hongjoong smiled softly.

"Thanks, Joong. I really appreciate it." You removed your mask and went to the spare seat. You were in the middle aisle, with Mingi on your left across the aisle and Seonghwa directly on your right.

"Hyung, change places with me." Mingi said.

"No chance." Seonghwa scoffed, making you giggle. Mingi sulked while you reached over to pat his hand.

"I'm still next to you, Mings." You comforted. From beside Mingi, Yunho nodded in agreement and gave you a thumbs up. Mingi glared at his best friend.

"I know they will be serving the meals after but here." Seonghwa got your attention, offering gummies.

"Candy for breakfast, Hwa?" You teased.

"You want them or not?" He gave you a deadpanned look. You nodded and took a few gummies to eat. Although you didn't mention it, this was the first time you have ever left Korea and been on a plane. Your heart pounded with nerves.

"Never flown before?" Seonghwa asked softly, his hand coming to hold yours.

"That obvious?" You winced. He chuckled, reaching out to pat your head but he didn't say anything more. After the safety video played, the plane started to move.

"You should have asked for a window seat." Seonghwa whispered. He felt you subconsciously squeeze his hand.

"Would that have helped?"

"I think it makes you feel less claustraphobic and knowing where you are in the take off might help. Or else you don't really know where you are yet. In the sky? Still ascending?" He theorised.

"That makes sense." You hummed. Seonghwa continued to offer you gummies to make you feel more at ease.

Not once did Seonghwa ridicule or question you about this being your first time flying. He didn't judge. So what if you have never been in a plane before? That's nothing to be ashamed of. Everyone has their own reasons. And it helped that Seonghwa knew what kind of parents you grew up with.

"There we go." The seatbelt sign turned off and you let go of Seonghwa's hand with a sigh of relief. As if it were routine, the boys stood up to get their stuff from the overhead.

"Do you still have a headache?" Mingi crouched down in front of you, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb.

"I'm alright, Mings. Don't worry." You smiled.

"If you need me, at any time..." He trailed off, opting to kiss your fingertips. Seonghwa cleared his throat at Mingi's bold action. Your cheeks heated up.

"The attendants are going to come in for the first round of drinks soon, Mingi ah." Seonghwa reminded.

"Right." Mingi shot you another adoring look, stroking your head before returning to his seat. You pulled your mask up.

"This is the menu. In the meantime, would you like something to drink?" The attendant asked.

"Orange juice would be good. Thanks." You bowed your head as you received the inflight menu. She placed the orange juice down on top of a napkin. After that, she moved on the the next person. You looked over at Seonghwa.

"Not sure what to eat?" He knew you too well. You nodded, hiding behind the menu in embarrassment. Seonghwa recommended you his favourite items on the menu.

"They have this really nice cheese bread. It's served warm which makes it nice." He recommended.

Of course you couldn't go wrong with Seonghwa's food recommendations. Everything you got was surprisingly good, you enjoyed every course and dish that was served to you. .

"I bet you thought airplane food was gonna be bad." He chuckled, reaching out to wipe a crumb away from your lip. You nodded sheepishly.

"Television doesn't portray it as being the best."

"True. I guess a lot of airplane food can be quite terrible. But we We are in business class and we know what to order so that helps." He said, taking a bite of his pasta. With your meal, you ordered a glass of red wine, hoping that the little bit of alcohol will help keep you asleep for the rest of the flight.

"I'm so full. I think I can sleep now." You yawned. The flight attendant came to clear your empty trays and you got ready to sleep. You reclined the seat and put your Airpods in to sleep.

"Is she asleep?" Mingi asked as you were facing away from him. Seonghwa nodded, putting a finger to his lips.

"Mingi." Seonghwa cautioned when Mingi stood up from his seat and stood by your side.

"I'm not going to do anything, hyung. And everyone else is asleep." Mingi gestured to the cabin. He adjusted your blanket and looked at your sleeping face.

"Sleep well." He kissed your head before returning back to his seat.

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teddyeyeseddie · 1 year

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The Draft

Part of the ❤️‍🩹🏒🦇Steddie Hockey AU!🦇🏒❤️‍🩹

A series by Teddyeyeswinchester x @lfaewrites

2.2k of tooth rotting fluff and smut

(A/N: I have slaved over this for days and days trying to get it perfect! Thank you to my lovely best friend @lfaewrites for writing this series with me and encouraging me while I wrote this. Hope you all enjoy this glimpse into the life of Bijou and Eddie!)

CW: fluff, nicknames (bonehead, bijou, sweets), eddie's missing teeth, oral ( fem & male rec), p in v, breeding kink, daddy!kink vibes, minors dni

I'd be so good to Ya- By @lfaewrites

You’re with him when he gets the call, the call that changed his life and set him off into a whirlwind of ice and pucks.

It sets a fire in his veins, and everything he has worked for is placed in front of him. His hard work all paid off when he heard the first ring. He answers the unknown call on your home phone with trembling fingers, your heart stops when you hear his voice croak out a soft, scared “Hello”.

Your heart picks up speed, and beats out of your chest when you see his mouth turn up into a huge Cheshire grin, his missing teeth on full display as a passionate “YES!” echoes off the walls and rings in your ears.

Shortly after he sees his picture displayed on your TV screen, fake teeth in, a smile on full display.

“And the first draft pick for the Hawkins Tigers…#69 Eddie ”The Monster” Munson!”

Wayne cries when he sees his picture, his Hoosier senior hockey picture bright on the screen.

Eddie hangs up the phone in enough time to see himself on the screen in your small house, he runs to you and picks you up off your feet, swinging you around with his forehead pressed against yours.

He's still swinging you around when he hears, “And the first draft pick for the Chicago TImberwolves #17 Steve “Le Loup Bleu Du Québec” Harrington!”

The next thing he can hear is the blood rushing in his ears, the squealing and jumping you are doing left to the back burner as his gaze is caught by the TV screen, a boy with perfect hair and the pinkest lips. He snaps out of it as fast as he fed into it, a familiar feeling of guilt and shame settling low in his belly when he looks at you, smiling up at him and smiling at the screen.

“That’s my Stevie! We grew up together, oh I’m so proud of him Eds!” He quickly settles down on the couch, nursing a beer as you skip to the kitchen to grab more wine for yourself.

In between wine and beer and soft kisses, you manage to squeeze Eddie into an old Hawkins Tigers jersey he had laying in his closet, polaroid out to take pictures of the boy. His smile is so bright it makes your heart bloom. He was so into the moment, he didn’t even bother to put in his fake teeth.

The two of you continue to sip your drinks, knotted up together on the couch and stealing kisses as he watches the rest of the draft. Wayne heads out halfway through, bidding you both a small “Goodnight” and jetting home.

As the draft bleeds into reruns of wheel-of-fortune, Eddie is distracted enough that he doesn’t even notice you slipping off the couch and into your shared bedroom.

You clear your throat, arms crossed as you look down at Eddie, his head shoots up, a smile cracking at his face as he realizes what you have on.

He lets out a goofy giggle, standing to grab your hand and place a kiss to it.

“Got one of my old Hawkin’s Tigers jerseys? Don’t even gotta worry about that old thing anymore, s’ from my fan days. Daddy’s on the team now- gonna have you decked out in all kinds of stuff, sweets,”

You shake your head, gripping his hand as you do a little twirl so your back is facing Eddie.

Hopper, being like a second dad to you and coach for the Hawkin’s Tigers, gave you the inside scoop on just who he was aiming for in his first draft pick. You immediately take this information and march to Joyce’s office, begging her to order you a jersey for a “special occasion”.

MUNSON

“Oh we’re so gonna sixty-nine..” He wolf whistles and spins you around, the oversized jersey skimming against your bare legs.

“Got another little surprise for you, bonehead,” You grab the edge of the jersey, lifting it just enough, pretty white lace thinly covering your center making Eddie’s legs go weak.

“S’ for me Bijou?” He questions, skin burning bright red on his cheeks.

“S’ always for you, Eds, My mean ol’ hockey player,” he grins at your words, hands gently extending to rest against your hips.

He whimpers at your words, his teddy bear eyes begging you to show him something more.

“Cmon’ now big boy, don’t get all shy on me…” You grab his hand, pulling him behind you as you guide him into the bedroom. You lead him to the bed, forcing him to sit down before you slot yourself between his legs and play with the hem of his jersey.

“M’ so proud of you baby,”

You pull at his top, striping it from his body before you lean down to kiss his full lips. You push at his chest, Eddie dramatically falling back with a little “oof”. Your hands rake down his sides, drinking in the ripples in his muscles, fingers tracing at scars, lips pressing into them softly which only makes him writhe.

“Please Bijou, need you so bad,” he gasps from above you, hips bucking off the mattress to chase some sort of friction. Your hands dip into his sweatpants pulling out his cock. It’s always been one of your favorite parts of him. So soft, thick and long.

You place kisses down his shaft, moaning loudly at how perfect he feels in your hand. You slowly move your hand up and down, his precum doing an ample job at reducing the friction that comes from tugging on his cock.

You lean down a little, taking one of his balls into your mouth, chin tickling against his hole. A moment flashes behind his eyes of the pretty little thing on his TV screen, slotted between his legs with you. He shoos the thought away, feeling guilty at the idea that he’d want two people in the bedroom. You’ve always been enough, why is he thinking about someone else in the equation, especially a man.

After he wills away the thought, bucking his hips up, cock hitting the back of your throat causing you to gag. You pull away from him and he takes advantage of the little distance between the two of you, sitting up and grabbing you under your arms. He lifts you, with ease, and plants you back onto the bed where it's his turn to kneel between your legs.

He licks a fat stripe from your hole to your clit, cherry red lips suckling around the hardened nub. Your hands card through his hair, tugging softly at his curly locks to which he offers the neediest moan. Eddie, if one thing, is a whore for having his hair pulled. Once you tugged on the hair at the base of his neck when locked in a kiss and a new door slowly opened for the two of you to explore. It was after one of the most important college games of the year, you had a whole “celebration” planned for when you got home but Eddie couldn’t make it there. He took you in the back of his truck, you riding him as you tugged at the same hairs adorning the nape of his neck. He never came as hard as he did that night.

Eddie continues sucking on your clit, calloused hands teasing their way up to your hole, fingers swiping through your mess before pushing one finger in. His college championship ring cold against you as he slowly fucks the digit in and out. Upon realizing his ring is still on he takes it off, leaning up to take your ring finger in his hand before sliding the band onto your left hand.

“One day you’re gonna have a rock on that hand, sweets. Gonna buy you the biggest diamond, gonna be able to flash that thing at me while I’m on the ice, you’d like that huh? A little symbol showing everyone you’re mine?”

You nod dumbly, the tables turning as you let Eddie take the reigns in order to take care of you. He slots himself back between your thighs, pressing kisses from your knee back to your center. His fingers find their way back inside you, this time there are two petting at your velvety walls. He draws circles on your clit, fingers fucking into you at a consistent pace bringing you closer to the edge. You come with his name on your lips like a prayer, soft whimpers of “Daddy” coursing through the air and into Eddie’s mushy brain.

He pulls up once he's content with how much your thighs are shaking, little shocks running through them as you try to come down from your high. His hand raises to wipe at the bit of slick that had dripped down onto his chin, his stubble catching most of it and soaking the hair.

“Gonna fuck you now, flip you over and come all over this pretty little number you got on.”

You whimper at his words, flipping over willingly and pushing back against his groin.

“Or would you want me to come inside? Get you all round with my babies? Jus’ another way to let everyone know what's mine.”

He discards your underwear, the tip of his cock bumping against your hole, his large hand gripping the base and guiding it into you. He bottoms out, pistoning in slowly as to let you adjust to his size. No matter how may times Eddie fucked you, you always needed time to adjust to his size.

“You can move faster, bonehead,” you moan out, a little bite to your words causing Eddie to harshly snap his hips into you.

“Mm nope. Gonna take it slow tonight. Want you to feel how much I love you. Gonna take my time,” He picks up the pace just a tiny bit, the new speed still slow and sensual but doing the job.

You’re a blubbering mess by the time he has you on the edge, whimpers being muffled by the crumpled up bed spread. Sweat beads at the dip of your back, Eddie’s hand leaving your hip to wipe at his forehead. It’s been what feels like hours of Eddie pushing and pulling you toward and away from your orgasm.

“Think I’ve teased you enough, sweets? Gonna let you come now, come on baby come all over Daddy’s cock, you can do it Bijou,” His hips snap into yours at a much faster, relentless pace. It finally puts you over the edge, fire igniting and rushing through your belly as you clench around him. The pressure that's built up in Eddie’s admoned is about to snap. He pulls out briefly before little begs of “Inside, please Daddy inside,” come from your lips.

He places himself back inside you , hips moving at a consistent pace before he starts to stutter.

“Fuck Bijou, gonna come,” he keens before emptying himself inside you. He stills for a moment, his breath ragged as he tries to regain some composure and energy. Eddie finally pulls out a few moments later, his fingers coming to collect some of his cum and your release, pushing it back inside you.

He pulls his fingers out, flipping you back over and raising your leg to press a soft kiss to your ankle. He retreats to the bathroom , returning with a warm cloth. Slowly and gently, he wipes at your center, the warmth doing little to nothing to soothe the ache between your legs.

He’s quiet as he gathers clothes for the two of you. He offers you a pair of his boxers and an old Hoosier’s tee before climbing into bed beside you.

“How’d you know I was gonna get drafted by the Tigers?” He finally asks as he props himself up on his elbow and smiles down at you.

“A little birdie told me, duh Eds,” You quip back with a small giggle.

“A little birdie named Hopper?” he questions, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before turning over and cutting off the lamp on his bedside table.

“Yes bonehead, a little birdie named Hopper,”

That night he dreams, dreams of ice and pucks. Dreams of you in white. Dreams of you and your kids happily playing in a big backyard. But, what throws him for a loop the next morning, is the pink lipped stranger that weaseled his way into every dream he had that night.

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iloveyousmmm · 11 months

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TOA HEADCANONS

uhmm

idk…

i have a lot

but here’s some head canons!!🥰😘

no they’re not organized.

i’m not really adding any ROTT hcs because i haven’t watched that in 2 years…i’m too scared to watch it again.

jim is bi or pan 100%

when toby was 10-13 he would literally go weeks without showers..

Bular isn’t straight either. he’s like under the bi umbrella.

dictatious is gay because like…yea

Gunmar slept with men because women were scarce.

blinky and dictatious both have audhd.

claire isn’t straight either. nobody in toa are straight…

angor called morgana mom more than 4004838 times.

angor is unlabeled.

gunmar and dictatious had a thing while in the darklands… but when they got out gunmar like got colder towards diccy max obvi.

when james sr left it took barbara years to try to get back into dating. like she started to date again when jim was 13.

y’all remember that one gumm-gumm troll who was crying when the nyarlagroths died? his name is jeram. literally sounds like how it looks.

anyway jeram and bular had a “connection” before the killahead bridge battle..iyk;)

bular can actually cook really good troll food (he makes really good…fleshy meals…if your a troll..)

dictatious knew angor rot in the past and they were actually really good friends. prolly more.

douxie used to trip over his staff many times cause he would all ways forget to put it in his bracelet thingy.

Bular was forced(by strickler) to wear a winter coat, pants, boots that were made for him, and a lil beanie when it was snowing outside even though he was used to the snow.

if bular knew what it was he’d definitely play electric guitar.

when given catnip, bular and gunmar(or any other gumm-gumm’s) will go crazy😪

jim hates his full name(James Lake Jr) because he was literally named after his dum dum dad.

toby has a full drawer of phones.

claire used to be a wolf/galaxy girl in elementary or middle school.

steve looked…questionable in middle school.

bular missed jeram every day.

gunmar actually cried alone about his sons death. if you caught him or anyone for that matter he’d kill you.

if bular was human in wizards he’d be some angsty teen.

bular would most definitely listen to queen, korn, mindless self indulgence, and MCR.

jim DOES listen to queen. that’s all he listens too.

jim would cry to the song beautiful boy by john lennon because it’d remind him of his dad in the past.

gunmar was good but tough to bular.

bular would have a love hate relationship with ice cream. he’d hate chocolate but love vanilla.

angor did the whip and nae nae once.

dictatious had a pet goblin who’d he take care of…a lot.. till gunmar ‘accidentally’ stepped on it. diccy was crushed.

dictatious and angor would definitely binge watch steven universe.

THATS ALL!! for now😈😈😈

#gunmar #trollhunters #dictatious #bular the butcher #angor rot #bular #claire nuñez #jim lake jr #toby domzalski #morgana #tales of arcadia #headcanons #toa headcanon #long post #gay #guntatious #dicrot

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1st-poet-on-the-moon · 9 months

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My original poem about Remus Lupin and Sirius Black because these fictional people broke me:

The Moon And The Star

Hands that are ice, eyes that are kind

Insides so ruined for a soul so bright

A heart takes shelter, a beast wants out

The same ribcage,

Broken bones,

Blood in his mouth

Fool me once, fool me twice

Keep the secret until it dies

Moonlight fills in the cracks that it left

Stealing his soul was the cruelest theft

How many more till you drown in the lies you're full of?

Who would hear the screams of the boy who cried wolf?

A star shines through the cold black night

No other light to keep it company in plain sight

A soul made of shadows and untamable seas

A sculpted wildfire, going mad with the slightest breeze

But a dutiful heir of a cursed throne is what everyone sees

His collar ripped away from clawing hands

By the ghost of a plea to be loved, to be saved

For all of his lightning

From all of his darkening

All in the same damned breath

The blending of two broken souls

The mending of all of their broken bones

Beneath the cracks, the warmest of light grows

Castles burning down to let each other in

Finally finding solace in the enchantment of being seen

My poem: the moon and the star

#wolfstar #marauders #remus lupin #sirius black #poetry #writing #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writers and poets #writerscommunity #poem #poets on tumblr #original poem #james potter #regulus black #lily evans #jily #jegulus #rosekiller

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paisholotus · 7 months

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Chapter Five

୨⎯ Narrative ⎯୧

"Be still, stranger, or you'll never move again." The wolf said, growling at Edmund. "Who are you?" The wolf asked.

"I'm Edmund! I met the Queen in the woods! She told me to come back here! I'm a Son of Adam!" Edmund frantically told him, shaking from the cold.

"Hmm. My apologies, fortunate favorite of the queen. Or else, not so fortunate." Laughed lowly, backing up. "Right this way." He said, nodding towards the palace doors.

The wolf walked Edmund into this big room, where the tall icy throne sat.

"Wait here." The wolf said, walking off to get the Queen.

Edmund peeked around the corner and walked up the steps to the icy throne cover in animal pelts. He sat down and smiled lightly, shimmying to get comfortable.

"Like it?" The Snow Witch said, coming from behind Edmund, scaring him.

"Uh... Yes, Your Majesty." Edmund said, nervously.

"I thought you might. Tell me, Edmund...Are your sisters dead?" The Witch said, smiling down at Edmund.

"No." He said, quietly.

"And your brother, is he..." She trailed off.

"...unintelligent? Well, I think so. But Mum says..." He said, smiling, but it faded once he saw how angry she was getting.

"Then how dare you come alone?!" She yelled, at Edmund, hitting her staff on the ground, cracking it.

"I tried!" Edmund yelled, backing into the chair, trying to reason with her.

"Edmund, I asked so little of you." She said, glaring at the frightened boy.

"They just don't listen to me!" He said, now breathing heavy.

"You couldn't even do that." She said, towering over Edmund, pointing her staff in his face.

"I did bring them halfway. They're at the little house at the dam with the Beavers." He said, frantically, with teary eyes.

"Well. I suppose you're not a total loss then, are you?" She said, dropping her staff, smiling at him.

"Well, I was wondering, could I maybe have some more Turkish delight now?" Edmund asked, wiping his eyes and nose.

"Our guest is hungry." The Witch said, to the wolf from earlier.

"This way for your num-nums." Maugrim said, pushing Edmund out the Throne room.

"Maugrim?" The Witch called, making the Wolf stop in its tracks.

"You know what to do." Maugrim bowed and continued to push Edmund out.

The wolf walked Edmund down long hallways, with all kinds of portraits of the Witch on the walls. They make it to the end of the hall of two tall doors being guarded by wolves, the wolves snarl and growl at Edmund, making him stop.

"Hey, you want your treats, don't you?" Maugrim asked, Edmund, who looked back at him terrified.

Maugrim nudged Edmund again, "then get moving! Queens orders." He said, making Edmund jump and start walking again.

They walked down spiral ice steps, until they reached the bottom.

Edmund's heart sank as he realized where he was.....a dungeon.

The wolf shoved Edmund into the cell, slapping shackles on his wrists and feet.

"WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN TO MY SIBLINGS!?" Edmund cried out.

Maugrim closed the door, locking, and scoffed shaking his head at Edmund.

"How, pathetic of you, kid. Sold out your own family. But I wouldn't worry your pretty head, they'll about to meet the same fate as you." He said, loudly laughing, walking away.

Edmund pulled his knees to his chest and cried.

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" so how did you meet luffy && zoro ? " // planned starter for @1pieced !!

#( ic. // the boy who cried wolf. )#1pieced #// tbh they deserved more interaction and i think they could be good friends

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iadoremik3y · 1 month

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CONTAGION

CHAPTER 1

INTRODUCTION <

next chapter >

WARNING THIS CHAPTER INCLUDES

#torture #death #rapenoncon #underagesex and probably more

IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18 DO NOT READ!

Have you ever heard Of the boy who cried Wolf?

I hadn't, so when I went to my parents crying, they told me I was insane.

That's how I ended up here, in this room, with this boy across from me.

Not one of us wanting to break the ice, the man who threw me in here spoke first.

Pointing at the young boy who sat across the room, he spoke "that's my son, good luck with him, he's insane" the man with glasses spoke as he walked out of the room, not before throwing clothes at my naked body.

Dizzy I could no longer hold on as I gave up and passed out.

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Half an hour before that!

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Snappy water splashed on your frail body as you swallowed your cry.

Bringing your exposed arms around your small naked body you hugged yourself tight as another bucket of water was being lifted over your teenage head.

Another whimper was forcefully swallowed as you tilted your head upward.

Gathering the courage to look at your doctor.

"Almost done" came the feminin hum as she removed her white slippery gloves off her slim fingers, her blonde locks getting caught in her rubber gloves, she groaned as she got them loose.

The huge door to the room opened as you stared at the entrance, your fingernails digging into your knees as you locked eyes with the tall man that entered.

Afraid he will see your clothe-less body you grit you teeth and huddled closer.

A sigh left his mouth as he stared at your pathetic form, his dark black locks framing his face became uneven as he tilted his head, grimacing at the sight.

Composing himself he adjusted his glasses as he sighed again, "Karin! Did you have to strip her?" The man spoke as he started at your body a little too long for your liking.

"She needs to understand! Demons are not real, the only way she can understand is if we teach her Hanemiya-San" the woman smiled as she walked over to a small cabinet.

Grabbing another pair of gloves, this time a Pink hue, she placed them on her hands.

You looked away as you heard the sound of the rubber connecting harshly with her wrist, looking back you saw her grab a vase.

Walking towards you, she opened the vase up, pouring its dry grey like powder onto you.

You stared at her confused, 'what was this? Cement?'

After a few seconds she poured some more freezing water on you.

You shivered as you spoke, "what was that?" You cried as she gave you a look of disgust.

"What you can't even realize what water is? Gosh!" She flipped her hair, "you are far from saveable" she laughed as you spoke up again, ignoring her rude remarks.

"No, the powder!" You questioned, your voice small.

"Oh, ashes"

'What?'

She laughed again as you stared at her unmoving.

'Did this fucking woman just pour some random dead persons ashes on you?'

You started to cry as you realised she only poured a little water on you, it was most likely still in your h/c locks.

"Okay you can take her from here sir" she smiled as the man from before sighed, yet again.

"Come here" he spoke as you got up, too scared to disobey his orders.

You followed him to another room, this one only harbouring a bed.

"Lay on it" he spoke, you felt tears run down your face as you slowly got on the bed.

The next few hours were a blur to you, all you remembered was how you got here, what that blonde woman did you to, and what this man did to you.

How you had just been living with your parents at the farm only a week ago.

How your parents willingly took you to this insane, insane asylum and paid for you to be 'rescued'

How your 'doctor' had stripped you and poured cold water, ashes and more cold water on you.

How this man had raped you.

okay so just to clarify, the rape I haven't included a detailed scene for that as it maybe disturbing to some people.

You can already guess who Karin is and Hanemiya-San is.

This story will include abuse and other horrible shit like that.

But don't think this story's all going to be about that! It's also going to have some fluff!!

I'm not going to spoil anything for you! Let's just say, we love the crazy people in tokyorev, let's give them some justice.

But I am going to say that this place were y/n is held is not a hospital, they are horrible people that like to torture people.

I will include a chapter of y/ns backstory.

Y/n isn't insane, neither will any of the love interest, they just have a lil trauma!

#rapenoncon #rape #kazutora x you #underagesex #18+ only #kazutora hanemiya #contagion #izana kurokawa x reader #sanzu haruchiyo #tokyo revengers smut #tokyorevengers

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notquitecharlie · 4 months

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1/22/24

(I wrote this on paper last night or technically early this morning. Im doing a little better now. Not much but a little, I'm gonna transcribe it best I can because parts are rambly, I'm sorry)

Dear Friend,

I dont think i can do this anymore. I fucking know that I can't. I'm going back to the homeschool program that I used to do. I feel like the boy who cried wolf with every one of these letters but sometimes writing to you makes me feel ok for a little bit. I know how i'd do it. Wanna know something funny? I'm the problem! I mean that with sincerity. My parents rules aren't unrealistic. they just want me to be straight and normal. They just always want ti know who I'm with, where I am and what I'm doing and saying. It's not unrealistic. They're just caring and thats so good and ice and I'm so grateful that I have people that that that that that that care you know. It's makes me so happy. So happy. It's my fault. Isn't that silly? Are you laughing friend? I feel bad I never make you happy. You make me so happy, you're who I have and i just say sad sad sad sad fucking things alllll the time. But its funny you seem to care about me. You say nice things and you click the little heart but thats just becuase you dont know me. You care (or at least let me think you care) about some stupid 17 year old that's fucked up in the head and I don't know where I'm going with this. I'm so sorry. Why do you deal with me? I don't make anything better or nice or good. I am un-loveable. I am useless. I don't deserve to be alive. Why do you let me pretend people care? That's so kind. It's 2 a.m. I've been sitting in a corner of my bed since about 10 p.m. I haven't been reading, I've just been sitting here scared of myself. Too scared of myself to let myself get out to where the sharp things and the painkilling things are. I found this old notebook by reaching under my bed a minute ago. Imagine if someone I live with read this! That's be so silly friend. Everythings so silly. My parents said if I finish my associates degree before I'm 18 and I move out for college they won't support me or have a relationship with me. That's fair. A bit of bad timing though because I have a semester and a half of credits to complete. I'm so hungry and cold. Ha. Imagine if i died that way. I'm only 10 pounds underweight. I could be like the guy in Elevation by Stephen King and just watch it keep going down until it's time to die. That'd be funny. I don't remember the last time I felt hungry though. I don't eat much but I never get hungry either. This is odd. odd. odd. odd. odd. odd. But i can't get up and leave the bed. Writing has made it a little better but the kitchen? Where all the best things are? No. I'll be fine. I don't know what I'd eat anyways. I'm so sorry. I know it's bad to complain about hunger. I'm so sorry. I don't deserve food yet theres so much. I feel so bad about that. So bad. I hope you'll forgive me. And I don't know why I just complained about being cold when I have blankets. I'm so fucking ugrateful. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry. I am. I'll do better. I'll be better. I'm sorry.

Love always,

#diary #perks of being a wallflower #letters #teen #my journal #true

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ecoamerica · 2 months

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Oh my god, your idea about Toto already having the wolf and tiger print tattoo and then getting a peacock and a mouse because Seb insisted is so cute! Like, maybe Toto gets the wolf and tiger print because he always wants him and Seb to be together, and he also wants to show Seb how much he means to him. He initially thinks about getting the tattoo over his heart, very symbolic, but then decides to have it put on his wrist so he can see it more often.

I feel like Nico would love the tattoo as well. Even when Seb is being a little grumpypants and hating Nico, one of Nico's favorite things about Toto is his absolute devotion to Seb, so he loves seeing that in tattoo form.

And then Seb being the one to insist that Toto get it updated 🥹😭! That's just the sweetest thing ever. Seb begging momma or papa to take him to the library for research but not letting them know what he's looking up. Seb is so careful in his research and finds out what a peacock print and a mouse print would look like and carefully copies them out onto a piece of paper. He then does his very own little business pitch to papa where he insists that because they're a family now, papa has to have all of them on his wrist and it isn't fair to momma or mousy if they're not on there. Of course Toto agrees and has the tattoo updated. Nico is so touched and Nicky would be totally fascinated by it. Maybe when Toto has the jewellery made for Nico they get a couple made for the pups too

Plss!! Toto loves his cub so much and Sebby is a papa's boy but Toto knows he is sometimes anxious and thinks papa will one day leave him! Toto getting thr tattoo to show Seb he is part of Toto'a life, that they will always be together and Seb is so happy and in awe!

Nico is so soft when Toto explains the tattoo to him (probably after seb pointedly pointed at papa's wrist just so nico knows who is most important sksks). Seb being a grumpy pants but Nico endures it because he loves what a devoted papa Toto is and he hopes one day Seb will accept him too!

Seb deciding that Nico isn't so bad and now he has a mousy brother too which is fun so ofc papa needs to up his game and update the tattoo! He goes and research the prints in the library with uncle Kimi and carefully traces the paw prints before taking the paper to papa and telling him ghe tattoo needs to be complete!

Seb going with papa to approve the design (but Kimictakes him for ice cream whilr Toto gets the tattoo done) and Seb is so happy seeing momma and nicky's pawprint on Toto's wrist too!

Toto going home and showing Nico firdt who definitely cries because he is so happy, and then they show mousy who would hug papa so tight!! He has a real family now!!

Toto gifting Nico a necklace with the prints and the pups get lil bracelets they can wear? So they all match!

#asks #stepmom nico

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applesfallingfromblondehair · 1 year

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I think Matt’s biggest issue is he tries way too hard to be edgy and witty, and took it too far this time. He has also made a few misogynistic comments in the past, so I’m not surprised.

He was definitely trying too hard, but "being witty" definitely wasn't his goal during that ridiculous conversation between horny thirteen-year-olds we've had the displeasure to listen to last Friday.

He was trying too hard to fit in with the lads and that translated into taking a series of distasteful, puerile, and straight-up offensive jokes way too far.

I'm very happy that he seems to be on thin ice, at least. He looked completely sober last night and he was obviously sweating bullets during his poor excuse for a speech.

I really hope they won't let him get away with this kind of behaviour any longer.

If it was a cry for attention, he definitely got it—but I'm pretty sure even he can see how this once it completely backfired. It's a 'boy who cried wolf' thing, after all: he can joke about being cancelled all he wants, but the moment when he actually does deserve to be cancelled people won't be holding back from commenting on his poor life and friendship choices just because he's built this phony carapace for himself over the years.

We weren't laughing with him, this time. He was laughing at us. And being the member of a band who exists at the level that it does almost exclusively thanks to the fans, this is completely unacceptable.

TL;DR, I'd love an apology and I'd love for him to get better friends who can keep him in line and not enable the worst sides of him.

#answered #the 1975 #matty healy #fuck's sake matthew

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said i’d type up some werewolf au stuff for @hellmo, so here’s an incoherent, disorganized post.

robin’s parent’s actually aren’t assholes here. i don’t know how much basis there is for it in the show/book, but since i see it in every fic, i’m breaking the mold. they’re frequently out of town because they’re trying to find a cure for robin’s affliction, or at least something that will hopefully make her transformations more bearable + give her some control over her wolf side. they’re the ones who werewolf-proofed the basement at robin’s request. they love her regardless of the curse, but they’ve seen first-hand how much it upsets her and want to do all they can.

nancy obviously sees robin as being no less human even in spite of the curse. early on, she once compared it to menstruation (”since that also happens monthly”) and robin choked on her own laughter before going, “that might be worse, actually.”

robin’s werewolf abilities don’t carry over outside of the full moon with the exception of her hearing and sense of smell, which tend to be heightened (although still aren’t as strong as when she’s a wolf), especially during the few days directly before and after her transformation. she explains to nancy that a dog could still out-track her, but with some effort, she could still probably find nancy in town if given a shirt of hers or something.

at her full height, on her hind legs, werewolf robin measures in at a huge 10'3″, but since she tends to stand on two legs with a bit of a hunch, it’s probably closer to 10′. on all fours, she’s around roughly half of that at poor nancy’s size of 5′3″.

the public are very much aware of werewolves, just like they are of witches, vampires etc. but there tends not to be a great deal of them around. witches are arguably the most accepted being, since they aren’t exactly far removed from 'regular’ humans, but they still face plenty of prejudice, especially in a backwater town like hawkins during the 80s. nancy didn’t realize she had any kind of magical capability until she was 13 and accidentally blew up a water cooler in frustration when a boy in her class wouldn’t stop telling her how wrong she apparently was about something and then mansplaining to her.

the hospital staff who treat nancy after her escape from wolf!robin know that her claw marks are reminiscent of those sustained during a werewolf attack, but since even fully grown ass men almost never survive those, they can’t fathom how tiny little nancy wheeler would and subsequently go along with her story about a bear. besides, there aren’t any werewolves that they know about in hawkins.

as i mentioned in my original post, one of nancy’s moonwane potion prototypes does the exact opposite of what she’s aiming for and makes poor robin’s transformation 100x more painful. unsurprisingly, another side effect is that her wolf form ends up being even more aggressive than usual. when robin comes to the next morning, she discovers in horror that one of her shackles has actually been ripped out of the concrete, and the other wasn’t far from coming free too.

steve (way before he ever found out the truth) once called robin dog-breath, and she cried. (largely because she thought he’d worked out her secret.) he panicked, having no idea it would upset her so much, and bought her ice-cream everyday for two weeks to make up for it.

#ronance #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #werewolf!robin #sorry this is short #my mind is So blank today for some reason #also for the first bullet #i gen. don't know anything about robin's parents #i would never try to like redeem abusers or anything #but sometimes i like to explore alternate family dynamics #anyway they're not usually around so it isn't Really important either way #but i feel like if they were written the way i often see them #there is no way werewolf robin wouldn't be on the streets so

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I Hope You Grow Old Enough to Be Imperfect

Prologue/? AO3

On the 12th hour of the first day of October 1989, 43 women around the world gave birth.

This was unusual only in the fact that none of these women had been pregnant when the day first began.

Sir Reginald Hargreeves, eccentric billionaire and adventurer, resolved to locate and adopt as many of the children as possible.

He had just found his fourth child.

"No!" Rachel Herschberger had just given birth. She certainly had not been pregnant when the day first began, thank you.

Rachel Herschberger had just given birth and her parents were selling her son to a billionaire for three thousand dollars.

"No! He's not for sale." She clutched the child close, shielding him from the prying eyes of Sir Reginald Hargreeves.

Her mother and father turned to look at her, aghast, both at the explosiveness of her reaction and her disobedience.

"Rachel," Her mother hissed, putting a firm hand on her shoulder, pushing both Rachel and her baby forward from the bed.

"This is what must be done." Her mouth closed in a hard line, matching the hard lines on her face. The only place of pity Rachel could find was in her eyes, ringed red and wet with tears yet to fall.

Her child had been born just as a baby should, despite the abrupt and fantastical nature of his birth. Ten fingers, ten toes, fists scrunched up beneath his chin, just as God intended.

But then there were the wails. Rachel had never heard an infant make such horrid sounds before. She didn't know such a little body was capable. The boy had cried and cried and cried, right through Sir Hargreeves entrance, right through the attempted negotiations.

"Now, if you just sign here, Mr. Herschberger, I will be able to give you some peace and quiet, eh?" Hargreeves quipped, patience running thin. The patriarch of the Herschberger clan lowered the pen to paper.

"No!" Rachel yelled again fiercely. Hargreeves' cold stare turned onto her and she felt herself freeze beneath it.

"No." She said again. "My child is not for sale." They would need the mother's signature to make the adoption legal, Hargreeves had said so himself. It didn't matter if the child was out of wedlock, or that the mother was still under the control and protection of her parents.

"Excuse me?" Hargreeves stepped between Rachel's parents towards the bed, smile ice cold. This man was so cold.

"Trust me, my dear, this will benefit you just as much as I." He peered down at the baby, who had cried himself into a fitful sleep.

Hargreeves looked at Rachel's child the way a wolf eyes its prey. Hungry, but excited just as equally by the chase as the reward. Rachel held her son closer. She was trembling.

"You can't have him. You can't have my son."

"Four thousand for the boy."

Rachel stayed firm. Silent, watching.

"Five!"

"Rachel, stop this nonsense--" Her father commanded.

"I don't have all day, ten, ten thousand for the child!"

The commotion stirred the child from his shallow slumber. Green eyes that hadn't quite settled on a shade opened. He looked up at his mother, he stared at Reginald Hargreeves. His gaze settled between the two at a figure no one else could see.

The boy howled.

Reginald was just barely missed by a falling wardrobe. Solid wood, weighing hundreds of pounds. It tipping over would have taken at least two men pushing it. Should have.

Rachel felt faint, her heart pressing rough in her chest and she could feel consciousness slipping away.

"No...no," She clutched her son, struggling to keep her hold and her wakedness. If she slipped, he'd be gone.

"I've got him." Sarah placed a hand on Rachel's shoulder, beckoning for the child. "I've got him, Rachel," She smiled sadly, pressing her palm to her sister's flushed cheek. "He's not going anywhere."

God bless her sister.

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When Rachel woke, the room was silent. And empty. Her heart clenched and her breath caught and a prayer fell to her lips.

"He's right here, he's right here, Rachel." Sarah was right at her side, bundle in her arms.

"Kept up with his tears all night, poor dear. The extra swaddling seems to have helped though." Her sister gently eased the baby back into Rachel's arms. Now, he seemed to have finally fallen into a rest, wrapped thickly in swaddling clothes despite the fall chill having not set in yet.

"But about--" Rachel started, eyes going from her son to the door to Sarah. Sarah reached out again, hand on her shoulder, humming an affirmation.

"Ma and Father changed their mind. When the wardrobe tipped over, your bible fell out." Sarah smiled, clearly grateful, but also uneasy, keeping the details of the story from her sister. Rachel could tell, but let it lie for now. Best not press good fortune.

"What? What did they tell Sir Hargreeeves?" Rachel tried to imagine what had changed her parents' hearts so fast.

Sarah hesitated, and looked down at her hands, tensely held in her skirt. She took a breath, looked over the child, and then met Rachel's eyes.

"They think he's been sent by God."

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Chapter 1

Well...I hope you enjoyed! Chapter One will be done shortly I hope, I just got excited and wanted to post something with this fic. I will try to keep AO3 updated as well, I just am a mess when it comes to using that website lol

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