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bradshawssugarbaby · 3 months

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Blue Skies and Green Eyes (Jake Seresin x Reader)

A/N: so I decided to just write an air show meet cute for Jake, Bradley and Bob because, even with a poll, how could I ever choose? So, here's the first of three, I guess? 😅

pairing: Jake Seresin x reader

content/warnings: pure fluff, air show inaccuracies because the last time I went to one I was 9, and it was in a cornfield, reader has a named niece and nephew, no physical description of reader given other than an allusion to them being tall.

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On the sun-soaked beach, your niece and nephew climbed over one another eagerly on the blanket you had carefully arranged, vying for the best spot to witness the spectacle unfolding overhead. The air show, a cherished tradition passed down from your father to you and your brother, had become an annual pilgrimage for your family. Determined to keep the legacy alive, you eagerly took charge of the tradition when your brother couldn't make it to your nephew's first air show.

For the past seven years, this had been your unique tradition with them. As the jets roared to life in the sky, the kids engaged in a lively dispute, each competing for an unobstructed view of the aerial acrobatics. Your brow furrowed as their bickering escalated, prompting an eye roll from you. Seizing the opportunity to diffuse the tension, you chuckled and settled between them, effectively creating a barrier that halted their squabble.

“Hey!” They both protested, shaking their heads in dismay.

“If it's the only way to prevent a full-blown war between you two, then I'm planting myself right here,” you declared with a playful smirk.

Mia, your spirited niece, responded with a pout and crossed arms, while Aiden, her older brother, countered by sticking his tongue out at her, a mischievous grin adorning his face as he comfortably claimed his spot beside you.

“Aiden,” you warned, catching his silent final shot at his sister out of the corner of your eye.

“Sorry.”

A warm smile adorned your face as you, along with the children, gazed skyward, captivated by the mesmerizing display of aircraft maneuvering through a series of intricate twists, turns, and loops. Aiden erupted in cheers and enthusiastic whistles, his excitement bubbling over as a FA-18 Super Hornet executed a flawless barrel roll high above. Engrossed in the spectacle, he fervently waved at the aircraft above him, a hopeful gesture that the pilot might catch a glimpse and reciprocate in some way. Beside him, Mia eagerly pointed upward, her eyes widening in sheer wonder as the plane effortlessly navigated a knife-edge flight, leaving her with an awestruck expression that mirrored the spectacle unfolding before her.

As the airshow continued, the sky became a canvas for more daring aerobatics. Another set of aircraft roared onto the scene, executing synchronized maneuvers that left trails of smoke swirling against the azure backdrop. Aiden and Mia's attention darted from one spectacle to another, their faces alive with awe and exhilaration. You couldn't help but share in their enthusiasm, reveling in the joy of witnessing these aerial feats with the same awestruck gaze you had as a child yourself, completely fascinated by the skill executed in every move.

Suddenly, a squadron of jets soared in tight formation, their wings almost touching as they painted the sky with precision. The deafening roar of engines filled the air as the pilots skillfully executed a breathtaking sequence of loops and rolls, creating a symphony of motion that left the onlookers breathless.

Aiden, his eyes glued to the spectacle, whispered in amazement, "I want to be a pilot one day, just like them!"

Mia, equally captivated, nodded in agreement, her imagination ignited by the incredible display unfolding above.

“Do you think we could meet them?!” Aiden asked excitedly as he turned his attention to you.

“I don’t know, honey, they’re probably really busy,” you explained with a nod of your head, knowing that the chances were unlikely to be in your favour.

“Can we try?! Please?”

You looked at Aiden’s pleading face, and then to his sister, who had decided to match his facial expressions, their innocent faces making nearly impossible for you to say no to.

“Fine, we can try. But I’m not making any promises, guys. You know, they’re really busy, and they’re actual military pilots, they’ve got lots of stuff to do.”

The children both cheered the moment you agreed to their request, and you could tell that the last portion of your reply was falling on deaf ears. You huffed a mock dramatic sigh as you squeezed both of them into a tight hug, laughing softly.

After the airshow had concluded, all Mia and Aiden could talk about was how you were taking them to try and meet some of the pilots. You felt an anxious knot in the pit of your stomach, nervous that you’d be unable to fulfill their wish. Holding both of the children’s hands, you approached the airfield fence where the pilots could be seen chatting after the show, their planes merely feet away from where you stood. A group of pilots who appeared to be in their early to late 30s stood together, laughing cordially as they spoke. One of the pilots, a tall blonde with an air of pure, unbridled confidence to his stance took notice of you as you stood with Mia and Aiden. He waved his hand to say hello, and Aiden practically squealed in excitement, jumping up and down on the spot.

The blonde pilot raised his hand to his colleagues, appearing to excuse himself for a moment. Suddenly, you noticed Aiden’s attention turn to the side. You and Mia followed his gaze, noticing that the blonde pilot was now on your side of the fence that separated the three of you from the military aircraft in the field.

“Hi, did y’all enjoy the airshow?” The aviator asked, flashing a charming smile at you as he lifted his sunglasses to rest on top of his perfectly coiffed hair.

Aiden nodded his head in a stunned silence, starstruck by the man standing before him. The allure of the charismatic Navy pilot was undeniable. His tall, athletic frame exuded confidence, and his sun-kissed skin bore witness to countless hours spent in the cockpit under the Californian sun. Those stunning pale green eyes seemed to hold the vastness of the sky, hinting at the adventures he'd encountered soaring through the clouds. Jake's charming smile had a magnetic quality, drawing you in with its warmth and openness. The subtle southern drawl in his voice added an extra layer of appeal, creating a melody that resonated with the thrill of the airshow and the laid-back atmosphere of the beach.

“We did,” you said after a moment’s hesitation, trying to not appear like a lovestruck teenager as your eyes briefly met with his.

The pilot knelt down to Aiden and Mia’s level, smiling at them both with the same charming grin he gave you a moment ago.

“Do you kids like planes?”

“I do!” Aiden and Mia both responded in unison.

“That’s awesome to hear! My name is Jake, I fly planes for the US Navy, see that one there?” He beamed proudly as he gestured towards one of the grey aircraft parked in the distance, “That’s my plane. All of our planes have our names on them so we know who’s is who’s, and our callsigns, so we can just use one word to talk to each other on the radio.”

“What’s your callsign?” Aiden asked, tilting his head as he looked at Jake.

“Hangman. Like the game, where you have to guess letters to find out what the secret word is, do you know that one?”

Aiden nodded his head and grinned. You couldn’t help but admire how patient and friendly Jake was towards Aiden and Mia, taking care to answer their eager questions with thorough answers and explanations, leaving nothing unanswered. As he spoke passionately about his experiences as a Top Gun graduate stationed at Miramar, you couldn't help but be captivated by the combination of his professionalism, adventurous spirit, and undeniable charm.

“Do you have a rank?” Aiden quizzed, tilting his head.

“Of course! Lieutenant Jake Seresin, US Navy,” Jake grinned, “And what’s your name, little guy?”

“I’m Aiden, and this is my sister, Mia,” Aiden explained, before introducing you as somewhat of an afterthought due to his excitement.

Jake looked up at you, a genuine smile forming on his lips. His green eyes stayed on you, and you could feel a sense of curiosity in his gaze. He turned his attention back to your niece and nephew, his hand resting on his knee as he looked at them both.

“Nice to meet y’all! Maybe, if your aunt says it’s ok, you guys could come back here one weekend, and I could give y’all a tour of the planes, let you meet some other pilots? Sound fun?”

Jake's offer had your niece and nephew practically buzzing with excitement. Their pleading eyes and enthusiastic pleas tugged at your heartstrings, mirroring the eagerness that now danced in your own eyes. You exchanged a glance with Jake, whose genuine smile hinted at an underlying warmth.

"Well, Lieutenant Seresin," you responded with a playful grin, "it seems like you've just won yourself two eager co-pilots for that future tour of yours."

The prospect of spending more time with Jake and experiencing the world of naval aviation up close had ignited a spark of anticipation within you. As he continued to chat with Aiden and Mia, effortlessly captivating them with tales of high-flying adventures, you couldn't help but appreciate the sincerity in his demeanor. The beach, once a stage for the breathtaking airshow, now held the promise of more extraordinary moments to come.

With a subtle twinkle in his pale green eyes, he stood up and straightened his posture to his full height, easily taller than you by more than a few inches. He turned his attention back to you, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

"You know," he began, his pale green eyes locking onto yours, "meeting someone as captivating as you wasn't part of the airshow program today. Consider me pleasantly surprised."

A warm flush crept across your cheeks as you chuckled at his smooth remark. Jake continued, his voice carrying the lilt of his unmistakable southern drawl, "I was thinking, maybe when I'm not up in the skies, we could grab a coffee or a drink. Talk about something other than planes and maneuvers, you know?"

The subtle invitation hung in the air, and you found yourself nodding, unable to suppress a growing smile.

"I'd like that," you replied, your eyes meeting his with a shared sense of anticipation.

“How about you share your number with me? That way, we can figure out when to meet up again. And it saves you from having to try and track me down on a Naval base."

Feeling a mix of excitement and anticipation, you retrieved your phone, fingers tapping out the digits as you exchanged contact information. Jake reciprocated, a grin playing on his lips as he entered your number into his phone. The exchange felt like a subtle promise, a digital tether that connected two individuals eager to navigate beyond the boundaries of the beach encounter.

With phones back in pockets, there was a shared acknowledgment that this exchange wasn't just about convenience but a mutual interest in seeing where this connection could lead. As the warm sunlight cascaded down over you, your niece and nephew’s muffled giggles and whispers in the air, and the promise of future messages and potential meetings lingering, it left you both with a sense of excitement for what lay ahead.

"Well, it looks like it's time for me and these two little aviators to head out," you remarked with a playful glint in your eyes.

The prospect of saying goodbye brought a hint of reluctance to the moment. With a gentle nudge, you encouraged Mia and Aiden to express their gratitude.

"Come on, you two," you said with a smile, "let's thank Lieutenant Seresin for the amazing day." The kids, still brimming with excitement, turned to Jake, expressions eager.

With genuine appreciation in their voices, Mia and Aiden chorused their thanks.

"Thank you, Lieutenant Seresin!"

Jake chuckled warmly, crouching down to their eye level. "Y’all can just call me Jake, you know. No need for all the formality, I’m only Lieutenant Seresin if my CO is around." He winked at them, his easygoing nature resonating with their youthful enthusiasm.

As the kids bid their farewells, Jake turned to you, his gaze holding a hint of something more. "Until next time, I suppose," he said, his tone carrying a mix of sincerity and anticipation.

You smiled, reciprocating the sentiment. "Absolutely. Until next time, Jake."

With a final exchange of glances and well wishes, you, Mia, and Aiden left the beach, the echoes of the airshow and the promising connection with Jake lingering in the warm California breeze. Armed with plans to coordinate with the kids' parents for a tour with Jake, and plans to schedule a date with him, you hoped this encounter marked the beginning of a connection that extended beyond the sandy shores of Coronado Beach.

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yukyuki · 6 months

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“We’re on it…” MV’1 (draft)

summary- in which your families are wondering when will there be a baby Verstappen. 💚

warning- fluff, slightly suggestive towards the end🙊 sorry for bad grammar

a/n- okay hear me out, this is just a random thought that came to my head and I had to write it down, FEEL FREE TO REQUEST 💙❤️

Arriving at your parents house you sat the stuff Max and you had brought on the table and started greeting your parents and his parents. Suddenly there were a bunch on happy screams as your two nephews came in running with their toy figures. At the kitchen table there was Max’s close friend with his 1-year old and the other reason why you and Max came for the gathering was to meet your sister’s new baby girl.

You grabbed Max’s hand pulling him to the living room where she was, seeing her with the little one in her arms she was so tiny and looked so fragile you had a huge smile on your face. As you started asking your sister how she felt and how she needed to get more rest you feel Max kiss your head as he left to the Kitchen to grab something. Letting it slide you sitting next to your sister as she carefully passes the baby to your arms. To be honest you were scared of holding her too tight or to afraid to drop her, you gently fixed the blanket on her and heard her soft little sounds. Giggling quietly you smile at her rubbing your nose against her little one.

“Have you and Max talked about having one of your own?” your sister asked bringing a blush to your cheeks.

“Oh well…we haven’t really covered the topic…but I would love to have one…I think he just needs some time he’s focused on his f1 career and I don’t want to pressure him either…” you say smiling softly, keeping Max in your mind at all times.

Yes, you wanted in fact you had always dreamed of having a baby with Max but you didn’t know if he did too and you were to scared to bring up the topic.

Hearing Max’s voice say your name you quickly look up nervous that he had heard the conversation but luckily he didn’t.

“hey love…I brought you water” he said setting the water bottle down sitting next to me, I hummed happily kissing his cheek thanking him.

Slowly his eyes shifted to the baby in my arms. His lips formed a gentle smile and seemed curious.

“Y/n come help me with the table!” your mother yelled making you look towards the kitchen but Max stopped you

“No I’ll go love, enjoy your time here” he said pecking your lips making you giggle watching him smile as he went to the kitchen and started helping your mom. There was no doubt that Max was perfect and that you wanted to stay with him for the rest of your life.

• • • •

During dinner Max had intertwined his fingers with yours making you giggle. While eating your delicious mom’s food Max’s best friend brought up a really embarrassing question, which made your eyes go wide and Max’s face go red.

“So Max! Are you and Y/n working on a baby?” he asked smiling wiggling his eyebrows at him.

“Oh yes sweetie you should have a little one!” your mom added making you give her a nervous look.

“Um…well…” you started

“We’re on it…” Max said making your head turn to him with a shocked expression.

“What? M-Max…” you whispered softly before looking at your family blushing hard.

“Oh that is nice sweetheart! I can’t wait to see your cute baby!” Your mom said smiling at both as you smile back as the butterflies in your stomach were wild.

• • • •

After an interesting dinner you helped your moms clean up the kitchen before coming back out smiling at your nephews. As they giggled you playfully chase them back into the living room quickly stopping holding their hands quieting them down.

“we need to be quiet okay you little monsters?” you say as they nodded and left but you were shock at what you were seeing.

Max was carrying your sister’s baby.

He looked so nice! It was perfect for him. He was smiling at the little one in his arms to which she looked way smaller in his arms and she was sleeping so softly you couldn’t blame her Max’s embrace was the warmest and safest of them all. Going closer to him you rest your head on his shoulder gently holding his arm.

“did you actually mean it?” I asked in a soft voice as I felt him smile looking up at him.

“Of course I did…I know we’ve never talked about it but…I think I also want a little one…I don’t mind taking care of your sister’s baby but I want a baby Verstappen” he joked making you laugh.

“Here I’ll hold her…where did my sister go?” I asked rocking the baby softly as Max stood next to me looking up to the floor upstairs.

“she said she needed to get the baby’s change of clothes” he said as his hand rested on my waist. The baby looked at us with her big eyes before drifting back to sleep.

“So…are you free tonight?” he whispered in my ear as his eyes glanced around making sure no one was around.

“for what?…oh my god Max shhh” you said blushing hard before looking at him.

“no…I don’t think so” you whispered sneaking a wink at him.

“perfect…we should get working before we go to Vegas” he said gently moving his hand to my hip smiling teasingly at me as you elbowed him gently.

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this is short and doesn’t really have a plot, but it was random so hope you like it 📚 💕

#max verstappen #max verstappen x reader #formula one #formula one social media au #formula 1 smut #formula 1 x y/n #max verstappen x you #max verstappen imagine

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babydollmarauders · 7 months

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GENDER REVEAL — JACK HUGHES

part of the el!hughes au

notes: this takes place November 21st, 2023!!

y/n.hughes

liked by jackhughes, lhughes_06 and 480,617 others

y/n.hughes we’re getting the best of both worlds 🩵

so excited for this journey and for baby boy to join us in the world. i can’t wait to witness El’s transition into big sisterhood, she’s such a sweet and caring baby, i know she’ll be an amazing sibling.

currently calling Mama Ellen to get some tips on how to be a boy mom.

tagged jackhughes

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jackhughes so grateful to you for giving me the two greatest gifts i could ever ask for. i love you, El, and our baby boy ♥️

y/n.hughes i love you so much, my beloved 🤍

colecaufield my godson 🥹

y/n.hughes your godson! you gonna help Jack teach him how to skate when he turns 3?

colecaufield oh, i have to share that honor with Jack? the man that trips over nothing every game? alright, i guess

jackhughes you know, it’s not too late to make Trevor a godfather again

colecaufield @/jackhughes NO! I’M SORRY! I TAKE IT BACK! PLEASE, I’VE BEEN PRACTICING!

jackhughes i’m a little scared to ask but practicing what?

colecaufield @/jackhughes swaddling, diaper changing, throwing him up in the air and then catching him

y/n.hughes okay so please don’t do that last one

lhughes_06 nephew time!! he’s gonna love me! i’ll teach him how to get chicks

jackhughes yeah, moose? how’s your girlfriend? oh that’s right, you don’t have one

_quinnhughes BURN! 🔥

jackhughes @/_quinnhughes neither do you, Quinny

trevorzegras LITTLE TREVOR HUGHES!!!

y/n.hughes absolutely not 🫶

jackhughes never gonna happen

_quinnhughes i can’t wait to meet this little angel. i know he’s gonna be just as amazing as his mom and his sister 🩵

y/n.hughes i love you Quinny 🤍

jackhughes i feel like i should be insulted?

_quinnhughes you feel correctly

jackhughes but jokes on you, i don’t. because my wife and daughter are perfect and i know my son will be too

nicohischier he’s gonna be amazing! i’m so happy for you guys ❤️

y/n.hughes thank you neeks! we’re so excited for him to arrive!

_alexturcotte he’s gonna be so cool like his uncle 😎

trevorzegras aww thanks turcs!

_alexturcotte i was talking about me…

dawson1417 have you guys picked out a name yet? may i suggest: Dawson?

jackhughes you may not

y/n.hughes @/jackhughes okay wait don’t knock it just yet

dawson1417 YES! DAWSON HUGHES!

trevorzegras she never said it was for certain, dude. it’s not happening

dawson1417 well i got farther than you 🤪

john.marino97 excited to see him at future family skates! i know with El’s sweet and caring heart, she’ll be the most phenomenal big sister ♥️

y/n.hughes oh okay- yeah, sure, make the pregnant woman cry, Johnny

john.marino97 i’m sorry (???)

jackhughes you should be, she just accidentally kneed me as she crawled on my lap to cry. but also, thanks man!

#el!hughes au #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes fic #jack hughes blurb #nj devils #nhl fic #nhl imagine #faithlynn’s writings <3 #faithlynn’s insta edits <3

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1whore1gang · 5 months

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The Christmas Trap- Sneakpeak Soap x Reader

Summary: Soap accidentally lies to his mom during Thanksgiving that you’re his gf…you are absolutely NOT his gf

This will be out soon! It will be a 5 part mini series for the holidays!! Enjoy a snippet of what to expect!!

“You what?!” You yelled. “No, absolutely not. I’m sorry but I will not pretend to be your girlfriend!”

You were livid at Johnny. He lied to you about why he wanted you to spend Christmas with him and his family. “Listen, just hear me out-“

“No! You told me you’d rather me spend the holidays with you than on base alone. You forgot to mention that you told your family I was your girlfriend! A little heads up would’ve been appreciated Johnny.”

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t deny her the happiness!-“

“The happiness?!” You couldn’t believe your ears. You laughed at the absurdity. “You know what? Let me hear your excuse.”

Johnny began to explain everything, “I’m her only son, she wants me to carry on the family name before she’s gone, lass.” He sighed. “My sister’s have already began popping out my nieces and nephews, I wanted my mom to stop worrying.”

You scoffed, “Johnny, as much as that is a wonderful sentiment, you could have let me know!”

“Would you have said yes?”

The room became silent, the air thick. “I don’t know.”

Your voice came out quiet, barely breaking the silence. Johnny’s voice was calm as he spoke next, filling the air. “Exactly. Although the issue that presents itself with my deception, I just wanted you to have a home cooked meal and an actual Christmas, not one spent on base eating whatever Price left in the pantry.”

“Johnny-“

“I know you don’t feel fondly of me, but you’ve grown on me so much.” Johnny took a step towards you. “If you do me this favor, I will do anything to repay you.”

It sat with you a moment. “Anything?”

“Anything your heart desires if you do this for me.” Johnny was pleading with you now.

“I know just the thing.”

#captain price x reader #modern warefare 2 x reader #soap mactavish smut #soap mactavish x reader #tf141 x reader #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #johnny mactavish #john price #kyle gaz garrick

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arabellasleopardcoat · 11 months

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Lamb (Daemon Targaryen x Reader)

Summary: Modern Daemon has bad blowjob etiquette. You think you can teach him a lesson.

Warnings: Smut. Rimming. That’s it. That's the fic. Nah, kidding. Cursing, trapped in an elevator, male masturbation. Casual workplace sexism.

A/N: The last two Sundays I decided to be sweet. But since my finals started, we go back to my scheduled period of being unhinged. And then I started my actual period and hated this so much. So if it sucks, sorry.

He is staring at you. Again.

You never understood the point of glass walls. If you owned the building, you would have them all replaced by real, actual walls. Or at least, you would put blinds on. But you don’t own the building.

The man that does is sitting in the office right across from yours, staring towards you. Daemon Targaryen. Board member of Targaryen’s Industries. Your father and he had been at each other’s throats since you had been a little girl. Otto Hightower and Daemon Targaryen hated each other, it was a fact of life. Him choosing the office right across from yours had been taken as nothing more than a taunt to your father.

But you knew better. Daemon was set on driving you to insanity. You scowled, and he smirked at you, closing his laptop and sliding those damn glasses off his face to look at you unashamedly. He looked starving. Like he wanted to eat you whole.

You didn’t actually know what his position was. It was hard to keep track. He had been appointed by the CEO, your godfather Viserys, to more departments than you could count. First, he had been head of marketing, but your father complained he was using too expensive models that were not on the budget. Then, he had overseen PR, which had been an absolute disaster. After that, he had been placed as the CFTO, only to be demoted a few weeks later. Then he had been… Well, you get the idea.

Daemon waves his hand, shaking you out of your contemplation. You quickly close your mouth, noticing you had your lips slightly parted, as if to speak a word that would never come out. He snickers, no doubt amused at what he perceives as a weakness.

He has done this for a month. You have to give it to him, he is a patient man. Daemon sits there every morning and just looks at you. Takes you in, as you flutter around your office, sometimes on the phone, sometimes typing away on your computer. He never gets bored, or tired of it. How could he, when he is a predator waiting to pounce?

You see, Daemon has been waiting weeks for a moment of weakness. Taunting you, looking at you, making you uncomfortable. And it’s fitting, really. That today of all days is the day you break. There is a storm raging outside, the worst winter Westeros has seen in years. Climate change it’s at fault, or so they say. You only know that you despise Daemon, and you despise thunderstorms.

His eyes. Purple and mischievous, meeting yours at every turn. You despise those. His little sideways smirk. That, too, you hate. You hate his entitled, nepo baby attitude, and you are sick of the taunts about your nephews and sister. His handsome face, and how good he looks in glasses. Annoying. You wish someone would put him in his place.

No one had actually expected you to enter corporate life. You see, as the daughter of an old money family, your father was sure you would do just as Alicent did and become the housewife of a rich man. The thing he didn’t take in consideration was that you had inherited none of your mother’s and Alicent’s grace and soft tempers, and all his cunningness.

You had gone to a good school, and had quickly risen through corporate ranks. You had a strong work ethic, but your last name had helped, too. Being the daughter of Otto Hightower had his perks, especially in university, considering you had been able to not worry about paying student debt and only focus on getting good grades. It also helped that you had a sure work once you had graduated, since Viserys Targaryen was not only your brother-in-law, but you were his goddaughter too. That last fact had made for interesting conversations after he married your older sister.

Still, you dedicated yourself to your work, trying to prove you deserved to be there as much as anyone else. It was a male dominated field, and working in the company where your father was CCO, and your sister married to the owner meant many expected you to be either looking for your own rich husband or to be a lazy nepo baby. Just like Daemon was.

The sound of thunder cast you out of your thoughts. You gave a quick glance at the window, noticing that once more, it was pouring. Not a good omen for your meeting. Thunderstorms always made you slightly uneasy.

Too wired to keep working, you shut down your laptop and slid it inside your purse. You had to be at the meeting room in fifteen minutes, which, in reality, meant you had to leave now. As soon as you stepped outside, however, it seemed destiny had other plans.

“Oi, sweetheart!” Daemon called, and you fantasized of strangling him with one of his expensive ties. You knew, without needing him to speak more, that he was about to taunt you. Still, he owned half the company, you couldn’t risk ignoring him. You turned, heels clicking in the hallway. “Bring me a soy latte, no sugar.”

“Mr. Targaryen, I’m sorry, I’m not your secretary. And I’m going to a meeting.” You answered, very politely, and started walking again, this time towards the elevator. Daemon followed, eyeing your ass with delight. You truly worked those dress pants.

“Come on, Hightower. We both know you are not really busy.” He arrived at the elevator first, to your disgrace, and pressed the button. Daemon leaned his arm on the wall, effectively caging you in. You glared at him, trying not to get distracted by how good he smelled. It’s not that you were attracted to him, surely. He just used an expensive cologne, and those always smelt good. Even your nephew Aegon, who was the sleaziest twenty-something you had ever met, could make them work.

“I am, though.” You ducked under his arm and pressed the button insistently, trying to get the elevator to arrive faster. Nothing happened.

“Doing what? Getting the rest of the board coffee?” Daemon snickered at his joke. You turned to look at him, giving him a disdainful once over that turned… Not so disdainful, when you realized he looked good enough to eat in that suit. Whatever, it’s not like it meant anything. All men did. Still, your cheeks heated up, and your next words came out in a mutter.

“Doing my job, Mister Targaryen. Which does not involve serving coffee.”

“Bah, you are a CDO. A made up position if I saw one.”

“I plan the whole company's social media strategy, and oversee our different digital platforms for purchase and devolution.” You glare even more, but quickly avert your eyes when you realize he is looking at you like he wants to eat you. Again. Gods, does he ever tire? “Hardly a made up position.”

“So you direct a bunch of nerds and interns. Big deal. You can still get me coffee, or send your minions to get me one.” Daemon stepped closer, twirling a strand of your hair between his fingers. You batted his hands away, shivering. From the cold, obviously. There was a storm raging outside, it had been one of the harshest winters in a while. It didn’t matter that you were wearing thermal clothes underneath your suit, which was wool. You were not affected by Daemon’s touch. At all.

“Here’s a novel idea.” You were just too angry to avoid insulting him. It was not often you resorted to those petty tactics. You left them to your nephews, Aemond and Aegon. “Why don’t you go bring me coffee? I don’t even know what you are doing in our department, you don’t even have Instagram, old man.”

Daemon laughed.

“Who are you calling old man, little girl? I will have you know, I know all about social media.”

“Oh, really?”

Daemon ignored you, typing something on his phone. You weren’t too bothered by it because the elevator finally got there, and you were able to step inside. Your phone pinged, as you did, so your hand went to the pocket of your blazer to check it. Distracted, you didn’t notice Daemon getting into the elevator with you.

Your phone pinged again. You took it out, checking the notification without unlocking it.

@caraxesrider has started following you

@caraxesrider: U were saying?

At that, you looked up and glared at him, startling a little at finding him inside the elevator.

“You know I will have to report this, right?” You quickly started scrolling through his Instagram, which seemed very… Normal. He followed his official one, and the accounts of his family members and plenty of models and fitness girls. In little clothing. What a pig. “You are not allowed to have an Instagram, apart from the official one that is in the hands of the community manager.”

“Says who?”

“Viserys.”

“Real mature, that you call him by his first name now. Tell me, do you think watching your father’s business partner marry your older sister, who is young enough to be her daughter, traumatized you?”

You ignored his taunt, frowning.

“I will report you to the PR department, they were clear you are not allowed to…”

“Not allowed.” He imitated your voice, mockingly. “Not allowed. Will you tell your daddy, little girl?”

“I’m serious.”

“Whatever. Report me. I don’t care, you are such a kiss ass.” Daemon rolled his eyes. It stung a little. You hated being called that. It was not your fault, truly. You liked following the rules. They were there for a reason. And Daemon’s antics usually made the company stock drop because his last name was attached to it. When Daemon got drunk and insulted a server or was spotted at a strip club, it was not him who suffered, but the company as a whole. He was a PR nightmare. His Instagram, no matter how private, would eventually leak and become another.

But whatever you were going to say, be it either a witty retort, or more talk about what you were going to do, died in your throat when the elevator jerked to an abrupt halt.

“What… What..?” You braced against the wall, the phone falling to the floor in your haste to hold on to something.

“Well, at least we still got power…” Daemon pointed towards one of the security cameras. “They will see us and then…” He didn’t get to finish his sentence because the lights turned off, leaving you both completely in the dark.

“You jinxed it!” You accused, voice shaking. You were not claustrophobic, nor were you afraid of the dark. What did scare you, however, was that you were trapped in an elevator in a building with no power, which as far as you knew, meant you could plummet to your dead anytime.

“Fuck. Never mind. Are you alright? You sound as if you are about to cry, and I can’t deal with crying people.” Daemon complained, switching on his phone, so he could light up the space. He truly looked concerned. He dropped to his knees to search for your phone and handed it to you.

“I’m fine. Just… Do you think we are safe?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Daemon banged on the wall of the elevator, making you let out a tiny yelp at how it shook.

“Don’t do that!”

“When elevators get less power, they jerk to a stop. It’s safe. It was probably the storm.” Daemon is leaning against the wall and starting to scroll through his phone. Like he is bored. And not, you know, terrified out of his mind because he is hanging from a rope in a metal cubicle caught between floors. The thought makes even more panic bubble up in your throat, so you try to think of something else.

“How do you know that?” You narrow your eyes at him, noticing how the light from his phone lighted up his sharp features, giving them an eerie blue glow.

“I read the OSH mail, every once in a while. That was in the winter’s newsletter.” He drawled, in a bored tone. “Come here.”

“Why?”

“Because you look frightened. Come here. I can make you feel better.” And he almost sounds convincing. Were the light on, you would be able to see that he is nearly salivating at the mouth, like the wolf about to pounce on a little lamb.

He has been working on you for a month. Little pretty Hightower, so tightly wound, always doing the right thing. So close to snapping. It’s like you were a present, placed on his lap by Otto himself when he sent him to this godforsaken department.

You gave him a dubious look, but stepped closer.

“Good girl.” Daemon brushed your hair back, gently. You were so close to breaking, he could taste it. “You will be just fine, just match your breathing to mine.

“I’m not having a panic attack, you fool.” You complained, trying to hide the hint of a smile on your lips. What was it about him that was so intoxicating? He had boosted your mood immediately. Oh, you hated feeding his ego.

"Rude.” Daemon muttered. He pulled you into a hug, pressing your bodies close. Chest to chest, hips to hips. Your curves against him, so damn soft, so ready for the taking. “There, there. It will all be fine.”

“I pity your kids.” Still, you melted into the hug regardless. Daemon took the chance to nuzzle your hair, hands trailing dangerously lower on your back.

“You are so rude and cunty. I can see the family resemblance.”

“Shut up, you inbred degenerate.” You mumbled against his throat, still hugging him. “You were chasing after your niece’s skirts not so long ago. And Viserys first wife was your cousin. Your family resemblance is worse.”

“I have not denied it.”

And of course, doing something very foolish, you tilted your head up and kissed him. Blame it on the sexual frustration, or the way he had shown you he had a decent side to him, but you never found him more tempting. Your kiss was heated, all teeth and frustration. If he responded, it would undoubtedly turn things less family friendly.

Daemon, never one to lose the opportunity to have sex, responded in earnest. How could he not, when he had been waiting for a chance to pounce for a month? His lips parted, turning the kiss into something much more dirty. His hands went to your hips, rolling them against his. You moaned.

When you parted, he had his trademark smirk on, full force. The one that said, Daemon Targaryen is a winner. The asshole was getting off on the thought of corrupting a Hightower.

You pressed a few careful kisses down his throat, making sure to not smear your lipstick in places that are noticeable. Daemon smells so good, it makes your knees weak. Fucking expensive cologne.

The arousal doesn't let you think straight, and he loves it. You are desperate for him already, Daemon can tell by the way you clutch and grope at him. And in truth, you are turning into a wanton little thing. Wet from just a few stolen kisses, it’s hard to think of all the reasons why this is wrong.

You want to suck his cock, badly. It’s not often, you are in the right headspace to give head. It gets guys too arrogant. And Daemon is already arrogant enough. The temptation seems too great, until he tries pushing your head down. Talk about a mood killer. It feels as if a bucket of cold water has been dumped on top of you, dulling your arousal and making you realize, in fact, you had been about to suck your nemesis off.

Daemon. You had been about to suck Daemon's cock. The guy who orders you to bring him coffee, as if you were some intern and not the head of your section. The guy who despises your family. The guy who calls you and your father kiss asses and Alicent a cunt. Twenty years older, brother to your godfather, man whore, Daemon.

Oh my god, are you turning into Alicent? Fucking men old enough to be your father? Being into Targaryens? Ew. No way. Viserys is nowhere near as appealing as Daemon. But still. What's next, leaving your career to pop out entitled brats?

You stop. Daemon pushes your head down again. It ignites a rage long settled on you.

“Are you seriously pushing my head down?” It comes out like an indignant little yelp. Turns out, the little lamb was not so willing to surrender, Daemon thinks. He has two choices. He can force you down, make you break. Or he can wait it out, lull you into a false sense of comfort, and slowly get you more and more pliant. Yet, he wants to see what you are about to do.

“Is it working?” He sasses, and you turn your head up to glare, even if he can’t see it in the dark elevator. Then, a thought sparkles in your mind. Kiss ass. And here you have someone who needs to be taught a lesson.

A thud. Your knees hitting the floor of the elevator, between Daemon's legs.

“Fuck. Are you really…?” He groans, and you hear another thud. Must be his head against the wall. Good. Perhaps this way, his two brain cells will actually connect.

You unbuckle his belt and open his trousers, the sound loud in the stillness of the elevator. It's done the fast and quick way, not really knowing how much time you have left before someone comes looking for you. You kiss his hipbones, then his thighs. Daemon tangles a hand in your hair, leading you to his cock. You go along with it, but do not touch him where he wants you to.

Instead, you go lower. And a bit further back.

“What are you…?” He asks, confused. Praying to god he showered that morning, you spread him open and lick a stripe over his asshole. His body seizes up, a moan leaving his mouth. “Oh, little girl… You are filthy.”

Daemon is clean, if a bit hairy. The carpet matches the drapes, you will be able to say now. This will be a little secret, between the two of you. When he mocks you in the boardroom, or asks you to get him coffee, you will be able to think of this moment. Not only have you seen him bare, but you intend to take him apart.

For all his posturing, he is only a man. It shows in the way he arches, hips bucking, desperate to find friction. Cock swollen and balls heavy, tip messy with precum. You lick at him, making sure to make the most obscene slurping noises you can, as if his ass was a fine meal. Daemon moans, hand desperately going to grab at the wall to keep himself upright, and you snicker.

“Tell me again how much of a kiss ass I am.” You taunt, curling one of your hands around his gorgeous cock. He is thick and warm in your grip, you can feel him throb in your hand. Your panties feel embarrassingly wet at the pure filth of the act you are performing, but also at the fact Daemon is losing control so steadily.

“You… Oh. Seven Hells. Fuck.” And it's not his fault, really. You have been steadily opening him up with your tongue, nearly french kissing his hole, only to spear your tongue right when he tries to form a coherent sentence. One of your hands keeps him spread for you, and the other is braced on his hip, to avoid him rutting and bucking. Daemon is so pent-up that if you weren't holding him, he would be humping the wall.

His hand tugs at your hair, harshly. You stop.

“What…?” He looks down at you, at the way your face disappears between his thighs, utterly confused. Then, he gives you a menacing growl, as if he were the one in control. “Don't tease, little girl.”

Daemon wears dominance well. It comes with being a Targaryen, you have realized. The entitlement oozes out of his pores. When he gives an order, he is used to at least five people jumping out of their seats to obey him. That gives any man an unstoppable confidence.

But it's not what you want. This is about rewarding politeness, not him acting like an entitled fool. You press down on the sensitive skin behind his balls, right on his perineum. You want him to beg. Not only will it teach him a lesson, but perhaps, get you railed after.

“Beg.” You order, pinching at his thigh.

“You are out of your mind if you think…” Daemon starts, but he quickly shuts up when you place a hand on his cock again. You are not what he was expecting, not what he was expecting at all. He underestimated you. Yet, he cannot say he doesn’t like what he is learning about you.

“Beg.” You insist, teasingly dragging your nails over his sensitive skin. Not enough to hurt, but to warn. Your teeth and mouth are very close to his most delicate parts, and he should remember it. “And be polite about it.”

“You will not get away with this, little girl. I’ll spank your pretty ass red.” Daemon complains, and you snicker. Funny, that he thinks that is a threat. You intend to do much worse to him.

“Oh, really? And who says you will have the chance?” Petty. Realizing you are not going to budge, and he cannot make you, Daemon lifts his hand from your head and pats you on the hair. Not an apology, no. A reward for a particularly clever pet. The game is not over yet. Not when he still has everything to play for. What is losing a battle when he can win the war?

“Please.” At his moan, you start jerking him off. It's a bit rough, without any lubricant, so you offer your hand to him, never stopping your tongue and mouth from working. Daemon catches the hint beautifully, spitting on your open hand. You go back to jerking him. His desperation is a heady thing. It gets you almost high on the thrill of it. You squeeze your thighs together, trying to get some friction on your clit. A shame you cannot touch yourself, with both hands busy.

You wish you could suck his cock, mouth watering with the sight. He has one of the prettiest you've ever seen, all flushed skin and slightly curved in a way you know would feel just right inside of you. And he is smells nice too, which is deeply unfair. Clean, yet still male and musky. Daemon tenses, cock throbbing in your hand. He is very close, about to spill all over you.

The sound of metal scratching against metal makes you jerk and pull away. Divine intervention, you think to yourself, as you get up and start rightening your clothes and hair.

“And where in the Seven Hells you think you are going?” His tone is so short and clipped, you worry he is about to pounce you. His breath is heavy. You bet, if you could see his face, he would be absolutely enraged.

“Are you deaf?” You answer condescendingly. You can hear how his teeth grit against themselves with how hard he must be clenching his jaw. “Bruxism is not sexy, by the way. You will hurt your teeth.”

“Deaf? Bruxism? What the fuck are you talking about? You just ruined my orgasm! I was so close and you, you… ” Daemon truly, truly wants to grab at you and choke you. He underestimated you. Again. Such a fool, he has been. Thinking he is leading his little lamb to the slaughter, and here you are, composed and retouching your lipstick without a care in the world. Oh, next time he gets his hands on you, he is going to make you cry.

“They are opening the door.” You answer, smugly.

“You little shit!” Daemon nearly screams. You cannot hold it any longer, and start laughing. The scratching turns louder, and Daemon hurries to tuck himself back into his suit.

When they finally open the doors, you strut out, not a care in the world. You kiss your father’s cheek, who is standing next to the security guys. Daemon glowers.

“Neither of you thought to text or call someone?” Otto asks, incredulous. He turns to you and checks you over. “Are you alright? Did he hurt you?”

“I didn’t hurt your precious little flower, Otto.” Daemon rolls his eyes. Now that he is standing in the light, you can see he looks slightly disheveled, cheeks flushed and standing awkwardly. You nearly smirk. “She is a cunt, just like you. If any, she hurt me.”

Otto glares at him, and places an arm over your shoulder, gently steering you away. He starts talking a mile per second, something about all meetings being adjourned because of the weather and waiting to give you a ride home. Of how worried he was, when you didn’t answer your phone and were not in your office. You hardly listen. Because your phone pings in your hand, another Instagram notification.

@caraxesrider: You will pay for that, little girl.

Your fingers fly over the keyboard in your haste to answer him:

I'm totally reporting you to the PR guys. XOXO.

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Always There - Chapter Two: S.Snape

Summary: Y/N Potter was left with a baby to care for after her brother and sister-in-law were murdered by Voldemort. One person was there for her, a person she didn’t expect but soon became her comfort person, Severus Snape. During Harry’s third year at Hogwarts and her third year as Herbology professor, a few old friends come around again. Y/N has to handle the feelings of these old friends being around again as well as handle her feelings for a certain potions master all while she tries to hide these things from her godson.

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Pairings: Severus Snape x Female Professor Reader, Potter!Reader x friend!Remus

Chapter Warnings: Female Reader, Potter Reader(No physical description of reader) probably shitty writing, Harry growing up in a loving home, mentions of death and murder, mentions of Azkaban, shittyly written angst, flashbacks,

Series Warnings: Female Reader, Potter Reader (No physical description of reader) probably shitty writing, OOC Snape, Harry grows up in a loving environment, mentions of death and murder, poorly written angst, Remus is a shitty friend, poorly written pining,

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About a week after the two professors had fallen asleep whilst talking, everything was kind of normal. Y/N was actively avoiding Remus and Severus has been particularly rude to the new professor. Harry had finally taken to questioning his aunt about her strange behavior and Snape’s aggressive nature toward Remus. He had waited until after dinner, following her into the greenhouse.

“Aunt Y/N, Professor Lupin said he knew my parents. Did you know him too?” Harry asked, trying to mask his intentions.

“You just want to know why I avoid him, don’t you?” She sighed, looking her nephew in the eye.

“I can’t hide anything from you, can I?”

“You certainly cannot, my love. I know you too so I know you won’t leave me alone until I tell you or you pester Sev enough to tell you. Come sit with me, this is gonna be a longer talk than I want it to be but you deserve to know everything about the situation,” She explained. The two Potters entered her office and sat on the very same couch Minerva had spotted Y/N and Severus the week earlier. “We can start off with how I first met Remus. We met on platform 9 ¾ right before the train came, James was off with some of his friends…”

The platform was bustling with witches and wizards alike, the anticipation waiting for the Hogwarts Express was palpable. James was off chatting with Sirius and Y/N was sitting on the ground with her nose stuck in her herbology book. Her mind was racing because she was nervous about what house she would be put in, she was wondering who her professors were, if they were nice and so on. James promised her that all of the professors were nice, Dumbledore, McGonagall and Slughorn were some he mentioned by name. Although James had tried reassuring her, it didn’t do much to help ease her nerves.

“You’re James’ sister, right?” A voice came from her right, startling her slightly, “Sorry to frighten you, he has a picture of the two of you in our dorm so I thought I’d say hi. My name is Remus.”

“Like Remus and Romulus? That’s pretty cool. I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you,” She said. The two had begun chatting, talking about where they lived, what their families were like, Remus asked her what subject she was most excited to learn about and of course the young witch had said Herbology.

Once the train had arrived, Remus and Y/N boarded together, talking all the while as they tried to find a compartment to sit in. The only empty one was in the back of the train so the two sat and talked the whole ride to Hogwarts, The conversation only pausing when the sweets trolley rolled by and when James and Sirius had popped in to say hello.

Their friendship only grew from there, Remus helping her study for DADA and History Of Magic and Y/N helping him study for Charms and Herbology. Once Remus had joined James, Sirius and Peter, the five wizards got up to lots of trouble. Although Y/N was a year younger than the other four, she was more than willing to help out with pranks. Her and Remus, however, were the only two that strayed away from bullying other students, especially Severus Snape.

“That was how Remus and I became friends, he was the fastest friend I had ever made. We talked for only like a minute and became friends right away. We got closer and closer as the years went on. I'll spare some details about our friendship because we got into some trouble or we would just hang out in the library reading or studying. Everything got rough once James and Lily were killed.”

Remus showed up to the destroyed house in Godric’s Hollow, Y/N outside of the fence with a crying Harry in her arms, Severus standing beside her, his cloak over her shoulders to keep her warm in the cold autumn air.

“Y/N, is it true? He killed them?” Remus asked her.

“J-Jamie and Lils are dead, h-he tried t-to kill Harry but he s-survived somehow,” She stuttered out behind her tears. Severus excused himself so the two friends could talk things out.

“Peter is dead, Sirius was the one who sold them out, he murdered Peter and a dozen muggles,” He explained, “Listen, dove, I need to go, I’ll send you an owl okay?” She just nodded and watched him apparate away.

She was left for a while to cry, until Severus showed up and escorted her elsewhere, somewhere she could be safe and warm with baby Harry. Somewhere she could escape the reality that faced her, she was alone with a child she didn’t know how to care for, a child that would be legend. A boy who lived, the only known survivor of the killing curse and the defeater of Lord Voldemort.

“I know you like professor Lupin and I understand that, he's a great guy. He just left me at a time where I really needed him. We got into an argument last week and I’ve been avoiding him since,” Y/N explained, “I don’t want any of this to change the way you look at Lupin, he’s an incredibly smart man and an extremely talented wizard.”

Harry decided to let things go until winter came around. He had once again been attacked by a dementor, luckily Dumbledore stopped his fall before he hit the ground of the Quidditch pitch. Harry went to Remus for help but he was too weak at the time, after the break he was promised a lesson about patronuses, a way to keep himself safe from dementors.

Harry had the wonderful idea to sneak around Hogsmeade with the invisibility cloak (even though he had permission to go), finding out from Minerva, after sneaking in behind her and the minister of magic, that Sirius Black was his godfather. Herminone and Ron helped Harry back to Hogwarts, where he sought out his aunt.This of course, was against the advice of Hermione who told him to just sleep it off and talk to her in the morning. He knew she was in the greenhouses, either tending to the plants or grading student papers. What he didn’t expect to find was her and the potions master laughing over tea. He stared at the pair, tears threatening to leave his eyes, the sense of betrayal weighed heavy on him.

“You knew,” He uttered. The two professors stopped laughing and turned to Harry, not expecting him to be in her office.

“What happened, my love? Why are you so upset?” Y/N asked, her voice laced with concern for her nephew.

“You knew,” He repeated.

“What are you talking about Harry? What did I know?” She was confused, she had never seen her nephew so distraught over something before, she wanted nothing but to help him with whatever he was dealing with.

“You knew that Sirius Black killed my parents! You knew that Sirius Black ratted them out to Voldemort! You knew Sirius Black! You know he’s my godfather! He was your friend!” Harry finally shouted at his aunt.

“There is no need to shout, Harry, come sit, let’s talk this out,” Y/N said calmly although deep down she too, was distraught. She had never wanted Harry to know about Sirius’ role in his life but somehow, he had found out.

“No, I want you to tell me right here! I don’t want to sit and talk!”

“That is no way to speak to your aunt, Harry,” Snape chimed in, upset with how the boy was screaming at his aunt, the woman who cared for him and loved him his whole life.

“You shut up, this has nothing to do with you!”

“Harry! Apologize to him right now!” Y/N scolded, the tension in the room was rising, she knew at any moment that Harry would snap and in turn so would Severus.

“NO! He has no right to be a part of this conversation! It’s between me and you!” Severus was about to go at the boy but once Y/N had laid her hand on his shoulder, he stopped short. The pair made eye contact, Severus knowing she wanted to handle this by herself so he excused himself to her office to get the potion ingredients he originally came to her for.

“I knew about Sirius being your godfather, yed. Of course I did, I’m your godmother, the two of us did everything for you until Sirius turned on us. He was your father’s best friend,” Y/N told her nephew.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Harry demanded the answer.

“I didn’t want you to know, you’ve dealt with enough in your life, I didn’t want to add another thing on top of it.”

“So you knew he sold out my parents to Voldemort?”

“Yes, I knew. Trust me Harry, I didn’t like it just as you don’t. I feel just as betrayed if not more because he was like a brother to us,” Y/N tried to explain, somehow keeping herself calm throughout the conversation even though she kept seeing the picture of her brother dead on the floor in her mind.

“You feel betrayed! You’ve lied to me my whole life! You never told me anything! Nothing about Professor Lupin, nothing about Sirius Black, nothing about Peter Pettigrew! Why?” Harry went back to shouting at his aunt, a glass next to her shattering to pieces.

“Because it hurts me Harry! It hurts to even think about it, let alone talk about it! Remus and Sirius were my brothers and they betrayed me! Peter at least died instead of betraying us, instead of leaving me! It pains me to talk about your father but I do it anyway, for you! Everything I do is for you Harry, don’t you realize that! You are the most important thing in my life! You expect me to just turn around and hurt you the way I got hurt once I learned about all of this!” She shouted back, the glass from some of her cabinets shattered as she shouted at the boy.

“If I’m the most important thing in your life, why lie? Why hide this from me!” Harry was now just looking for a fight, he was getting information out of his aunt by upsetting her so he continued to do it.

“Because I love you! Because I care about you! You are my boy! You are like the son I never got to have! You are exactly like your father! Your father that I miss every single day because he was my best friend! You are the only family I have Harry James Potter! You are the only family I will ever have!” She had begun crying, wiping her tears as they came to try and appear like she was not crying even though Harry knew she was.

“You’re not my mother! You will never be my mother!” Harry screamed at her, this caused the woman to burst into tears, Severus had come back into the room once he had heard her crying.

“That’s enough Harry, go back to your dormitory,” Severus said sternly.

“No!”

“Stop acting like a defiant child and do as I say. You’ve done enough, you wanted your answers, you got them. Now go!” The potion’s master was furious at the boy, he had never seen Harry act this way before, in all the years of knowing him, this had never happened. Harry had stormed out of the greenhouse leaving the two professors once again. The day had started off cheerful and happy and ended with Y/N in despair and spiraling due to not only her nephew but remembering what she had seen and the trials and tribulations she had gone through.

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Request: Hey can I request one where Joe burrow cheat on the reader and after some time he wants to be back with her

Drunk and Stupid - Joe Burrow

Summary: joe gets drunk, and stupid. losing his only and every thing

notes: this is going to be very cheesy and cliche but i love angst so let’s go

the ending is so trash i’m so sorry

an idiot. only an idiot would get black out drunk after a game when he has a wife to go home too. only an idiot would follow a girl, not his wife, up the stairs of this strangers house and into a bedroom

he couldn’t even walk up the stairs

he was dizzy

he was disoriented, sick, confused

she looked just like his wife

but she wasn’t his wife.

if was only a kiss, a kiss interrupted by shrimp he had hours ago. but he still kissed her

and her, wasn’t his, her.

the next day, he woke up in a haze. his head hurt, and his heart hurt even worse. his head rested in the lap of his wife, a cold rag in her hand dabbing against his forehead. “good morning” she said, her eyes had bags under them, dark circles, and they were swollen. her nose was red. he knew that look all too well

she was crying

he leaned up to kiss her lips but y/n turned her head. “no, i’m sorry” she sat his head on the pillow gently and stood to walk into the kitchen.

joe sat up, adjusting his eyes to the sight around him. the closet was open, and only joes stuff was left. junk was thrown all over the floor, glass shattered, wedding pictures torn. her suitcase was missing, her shoes, her clothes, all her belongings were just gone

he stood up, his head spinning in circles. he made his way to the kitchen where y/n stood, her head rested on the counter, she was sobbing uncontrollably. “y/n? honey what’s wrong” his hand landed on her should, she slapped it away.

“don’t touch me joe” she said, standing up and wiping her tears. “don’t touch me again” she stepped back, only then did joe notice the suitcases stacked by the door.

then he remembered last night. the night of his stupid, idiotic, drunken decisions. “y/n,” he reached out to grab her like if he didn’t she’d slip away. “no, joe. i’m not doing this” she stepped back

she was slipping away.

“you said in our vows that it was me and you against the world” she was crying more, and pushing him away more. “i guess it’s you, and her now isn’t it joe”

“i don’t even know her name” y/n shook her head. “that makes it worse”

she grabbed the wedding picture off the counter, pointing to it. “4 years of marriage, and you threw it all out the window for a girl at a party you don’t even know”

she slammed the picture down

“just yesterday morning you talked about us starting a family” joe was stunned

his head hurt too much to even think and his heart hurt to much to beg

“goodbye joe” she said, looking into his eyes, seeing her reflection in the color. in that face she married, and loved so much.

she walked out the door and out of her future forever.

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y/n stepped out of her small cincinnati apartment, taking the elevator down to the first floor. the sun was bright and beautiful. she’d moved into this new apartment three years ago, nine months of living with her parents after her divorce.

she opened up her car door, and drove to her destination. she had taken these three years to focus on herself, sorta.

but she was very happy and health in her own skin compared to the moment she had gotten her heart crushed.

y/n parked her car, stepping out of it and walking towards the practice field. she took a deep breath, she figured it would only be her old friends, tee higgins, andrei iosivas, tyler boyd and jam’arr, considering it was a wide receiver camp for kids. but she was still scared.

as she walked onto the field, she was met with her sister, and her sisters son. “hi!” she grabbed her nephew into a tight hug. “hi auntie-“

“y/n?” y/n stood at the voice she knew all too well.

“joe” she said, taking a hitched breath. he smiled at her “how have you been? what are you doing here?”

y/n turned her head towards a small, three year old boy running towards her. “momma!” the boy called, hugging her leg. “hi jay jay” she said with a smile, “whose this?” joe asked, his face wore a surprised look

“my son, jeremy” she stated, picking the boy up in one swift motion. joe smiled again, this smile was sad. “where’s his dad?” joe asked, causing the boy to look at him with sad eyes

sad, blue eyes

“i don’t got one” he said, looking back at his mom

something in joes mind clicked then

“how old is he?”

y/n knew he knew at this point. she couldn’t hide it anymore. “i’m this many” he held up three fingers

“he’s mine isn’t he?”

y/n tried her hardest to hold back the tears as she nodded.

joe dropped everything in that moment to hug them.

he’s wanted nothing more than her back for the past three years, nothing more than his girl. and now he knows they have a child together

he can’t stay away for her sake now.

“joe, i want us to be a family i do” her eyes filled with tears just as the did almost four years ago

“i don’t think i can ever look at you the same again”

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Tomorrow's promise

Pairing: Daryl Dixon × reader, Rick Grimes × sister reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of blood

Chapter: 3.04

You hand the crying newborn to Carl so that he can take her to Hershel to check over. Although she appears healthy enough, she will need to be fed soon. You look over to your brother, who is still in a state of shock.

“She won’t survive unless we get a formula.”

“Nope, not her. Not her.” Daryl picks his crossbow up off the ground and says, “I’m going on a run. Lily, have you still got that list?”

You nod, then kiss Jace on the head before following Daryl. You didn’t want to leave your son or nephew, but this supply run was essential. Glenn and Maggie agreed to join too, which allowed you to cover more ground faster.

Daryl waves Beth over and nods his head in Carl's direction. “The kid just lost his mom, and his dad ain’t doing so hot.”

“I’ll look out for him.”

Daryl looks over to Axel and Oscar, the two remaining prisoners. “You two get the fence. Too many pile up; we have ourselves a problem. Glenn, Maggie, vámonos.”

After sitting still for so long, your brother suddenly grabs the ax lying on the ground and storms to the doorway leading to where Lori’s body is. “Rick! Rick! Don’t go in there!”

“Come on, we’re going to lose the light,” Daryl says with urgency.

You're rubbing your hands over your face while going over to the car, Daryl says. “I think it would be better if you stayed here. Hershel is still recovering, and Rick’s clearly not coping. The kids are going to need an adult to be in charge while we are gone.”

You take a deep breath and try to push away the guilt you felt for not going. You always felt as if you weren’t doing enough to protect your son or contribute to the group. Pulling the list from your pocket, you hand it to Daryl and say, “Okay, be safe.”

—

“Do you think they will be back soon?” Glenn asks, pacing back and forth.

Since Daryl could only fit another person on his motorcycle, Maggie went on the supply run with him, and Glenn stayed with you. You were actually thankful Glenn stayed behind; your brother kept disappearing, and with Hershel attempting to get through to Rick, you needed the help.

“They will be back soon.”

“Man, Maggie was so upset with what happened to Lori, I should have gone in her place.”

Your heart drops at the mention of her name, and you think back to your life before the apocalypse. You remember how happy Rick was when he proudly announced Lori was pregnant? It was only roughly thirteen years ago, but it feels like a different lifetime.

Glenn catches the look on your face and says, “Aw, shit, sorry.”

You lift your gaze from the pieces of paper in front of you and say, “It’s fine. Besides, me and you are going on the next supply run.”

“Yeah,” he says, sitting across from you. “What is it you’re doing?”

Glenn tries to reach over and take the paper from you, but you gently swat his hand away. “Don’t; I’m not finished yet. I need to write this down before I lose my trail of thought.”

With Lori dead, T-dog attacked by walkers, and Carol missing, presumably dead, staying on top of different tasks became more important than ever, and with both babies fairly settled, this was your opportunity to try and figure it out. When you've finished writing, you slide the paper over to Glenn, his eyes widening as he skims through it. “This is… I’m a little scared at how much we still have to do. I mean, until this morning, I thought we were safe.”

“I know.”

Although grim, you needed to burn the dead, excluding your own people, who would be buried. You’d need to clear the remaining prison cells, gather more poles to reinforce the fences against the constant pressure of walkers. To try and lower the chances of infection spreading, you would need to wipe down every surface with boiling water every day, from the bathrooms to the cells you slept in. Your group was already rationing food and ammo, but other supplies, such as soap and flashlights, would need to be as well.

“Bet you think I’m crazy for writing this down,” you say lightly.

“No, I think you’re organized. Do you think we should have a family meeting?”

“We could try, but I don’t think everyone is ready for it.” In truth, you already had a few concerns you were hesitant to share, but now you don't. “I think we should find a way to blackout the windows in our cellblock; we will look like a lighthouse during the night to anyone going by.”

“Yeah, a beacon for walkers.”

“Not just the dead, but also the living as well.”

—

Behind you, various fast-paced footsteps echo within hallways, along with wig-muttered voices. Daryl enters the room first and takes the screaming baby from your nephews, while Maggie quickly makes up the formula.

You smiled watching Daryl feed the newborn. She was so soft and gentle with children.

Later, once you made sure Jace and your niece were safe, you quietly put on your shoes and jacket so you could take over from Maggie, who was on watch outside. Beth was still awake and mending more of her father's trousers, so you knew she would keep an eye on them.

“Thank you,” you say.

—

Stepping outside, you are immediately hit with the smell of decay. You look around and see that the yard is in shambles, with blood, guts, and rotten bodies sprawled out. A problem that would be best dealt with during the day. The air is thick with dust, and there is an occasional drip of water from a leaking pipe. As you move further towards the watchtower, you notice a figure leaning against the wall outside it.

“You’re not Maggie.”

Daryl spits out whatever he’s chewing. “Nope, I let her go early. I got you something.”

He tosses a dead possum at you. You catch and, in a feigned high-pitched posh voice, say, “For me? Why you shouldn’t have.”

Daryl laughs, sits on the ground, and places his blade beside him. “There's no point in you learning how to hunt if you can’t skin what you catch or pull its guts out.”

“I’m supposed to watch next,” you point out.

“We can keep watch from here.”

The thought of skinning any animal turned your stomach, but he was right. And this was the best way to learn. Before sitting down beside him, you scan the area. You say nothing while Daryl explains and demonstrates what he’s doing, but when he cuts the animal open, your lower limp begins to tremble. You do your best to try and hide your emotions, but he could see right through your act.

Daryl attempts to sound unconcerned when he asks, “How are you holding up anyway?”

“I’m fine.”

He cocks his head to the side and says, “No, you’re not.”

You open your mouth to say something, but only a sob comes out. Shaking, you dig your hands into your hair and take a few deep breaths. “I can’t stop thinking about Carl. His face when he saw Sophia come out of the barn... he’s just a little boy.” With the back of your hand, you wipe away fallen tears. “He shot Shane. After he turned, Carl shot him in the head, and now he’s done the same with his mom. I want to keep him safe. but I’m terrified that I can’t protect him or Jace.”

“Listen to me.”

You look up at Daryl, hearing the seriousness in his voice.

“You are a great mom; I’ve seen you risk your life not only to save Jace but others as well. Nothing is going to happen to those boys, or little ass kicker.” When you lower your gaze, he cups your face so that you look directly at him. “You Grimes are strong, stubborn as hell, but strong. Carl will get through it with you and Rick watching over him.”

You press your forehead against his and say, “Thank you.”

Closing your eyes, you relish in the small moment of comfort feeling Daryl rub a circle on your cheek with the pad of his thumb before pressing his lips against yours.

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You're The Only Girl For Me - Chapter 8

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Christmas Day 2020 (continued)

Isaac Jones stared at the man he just caught groping his baby girl, his princess. That was not what he wanted to see when he opened his front door after being alerted that there was a presence by his security system.

Airielle cleared her throat. She was suddenly having a flashback to her junior year in highschool. “Dad this is Joshua, Josh this is my dad Issac.” Josh held his hand out to Isaac.

“That was the hand that was groping my daughter's ass, correct?” Josh put his hand down and cringed. This was not going well. At all.

“My bad about that. I wasn’t expecting anybody to open the door.” Josh said scratching the back of his neck as her dad just stared him down, a deep frown on his face.

“Are you going to let us in?” Airielle questioned, breaking her dad out of his staring. Airielle rolled her eyes as her dad moved to the side and let her and Josh walk into the house. She grabbed Josh’s hand pulling him into the house with her.

“Hey Mia, I found our daughter outside being groped up by some boy.” Airielle rolled her eyes again and walked into the living room where her family were seated.

“You bought Jey Uso for christmas!?” Her 10-year old nephew Zay shouted, running over towards her. “This is the best present ever! Is Roman here too?” He asked, eyes wide as he ran into the foyer to see if anyone else was out there.

Airielle and her family laughed at how excited he was. “No i’m sorry Zay, maybe Yas can get him here next year.” She said smirking at Yasmine who flipped her off in return.

“Non, pa gen anyen nan sa” (no, none of that) Her grandmother scolded, pointing her finger at Yasmine. “Pa dwe grosye Airielle. Entwodwi nou nan ti zanmi ou..” (don’t be rude Airielle, introduce us to your friend.) She said smiling over at Airielle and Josh.

“Mwen regrèt granmè, se Josh, zanmi mwen nan travay.” (I’m sorry granny,this is Josh, my friend from work) She said to her grandmother before saying it again in english for everyone else, obviously leaving the friend part out, she didn’t know what she and Josh were and she didn’t want to upset him by just calling him a friend.

She met his family and now he was meeting hers, they’ve kissed but he never asked her to be his girlfriend nor did she ask him to be her boyfriend. Maybe he thought she already was without him asking. She cleared her throat before introducing him to everyone in the room individually so that he could know their names.

Now her family wasn’t as big as Josh’s but there were enough of them, with her dad and stepmom, her older brother, Isaiah, his wife Kelsi and their 3 kids. Her other older brother Josiah, his wife Nickole and their three kids. Her two uncles, Yasmine and her younger cousin Ashley, her younger brother Elijah, Yasmine’s sister Jasmine and her grandmother.

When they got to her stepmom Tamia, she stood up and pulled Joshua into a hug. “I’ve heard so much about you. I’m happy you could make it.” Josh’s smile was wide and bright. He felt kind of relieved that Airielle had told her family about him.

“Thank you for having me.” Tamia then turned towards Airielle.

“Go get some food before your brothers eat it all.” Tamia said laughing when all of them shouted in protest. Airielle laughed too before grabbing Josh’s hand and walking towards the kitchen.

“Do you want a to-go plate? I know you not hungry seeing as we just ate at your moms house. ” She asked and when she turned to Josh, he was already staring at her.“What?”

“You speak a different language?” Airielle laughed

“Oh yeah.” She giggled. “It's Haitian, my grandma doesn’t speak english, so that’s how we communicate with her.”

“Damn, that’s hot.” She rolled her eyes and pushed him away from her.

“Boy if you don’t stop.” She rolled her eyes as she started to make him a plate.

“I’m just saying. That shit is hot. What other secrets you got?” She smirked over at him.

“Oh, wouldn’t you like to know.” She winked.

Spending time with Airielle’s family was going… okay. Her family was just like his to be honest, everyone was close and it was obvious that this was a family that saw each other everyday and not just on the holidays. Everyone had been extremely nice to Josh except Isaac, but that was completely understandable. But it was like no matter what he said her dad found a problem with it. Josh could tell that Airielle was getting annoyed and to be honest so was he, he didn’t do anything wrong…technically.

They were all sitting in the living room, letting the kids open presents. Airielle had taught Josh some Haitian words so that he could communicate with her grandmother. Josh had also tried his hardest to engage Isaac in conversation but he would be met with silence.

“Don’t worry about him.” Tamia whispered to Josh. “Rih is his baby girl. He’s like that with every guy she brings home.” That caused Josh’s eyes to widen in shock. How many dudes does she bring home?

Seeing the look on his face Tamia quickly backtracks. “No, what I meant to say is that he’s protective of her.”

“ I get it. But i’m trying.” Tamia smiled and placed a comforting hand on his knee.

“Don’t worry, I'll talk to him.”

“Hey man, you know how to play spades?” Airielles older brother Josiah asked and Josh nodded. “Cool, come on, you my partner.” Josh chuckled and gave Airielle a kiss on the cheek before getting up and followed Josiah over to the table where Airielle’s other brother Isaiah and Yasmine were already waiting.

They played for a while, Josh getting to know Airielle’s brothers and some embarrassing stories about her that he would keep as ammunition for the stories his mom told her.

“Hey man, don’t worry about my dad. He was never going to like you.” Josiah said after they had just finished playing. Josh arched an eyebrow at Josiah. “I mean how everything went down with Christopher, I'm surprised he even let you in the house.” At the mention of Christopher’s name Yasmine’s head snapped over to the two of them. She shook her head trying to tell Josiah to stop talking.

“Josiah, stop.” Yasmine said, kicking him under the table.

“What?” He then turned to Josh “You don’t know?”

“Know what?” Josh asked, confused.

“Jo-” He cut her off by loudly talking over her. He heard Yasmine mutter ‘fuck’ before quickly getting up from the table to walk over to Airielle to tell her what her brother was doing.

“She was engaged to this dickhead. I never like the nigga. ” Joshiah took a sip of his beer before continuing. “I always told Rih, it was something off about him, but she didn’t listen.” He sighed and shrugged before continuing. “One day he beat the shit outta my sister. Had her in a hospital for damn near 2 months. She had to get a nose job from how bad he hit her in the face.” Josh felt his heart drop to his stomach. He let his gaze wander over to where Airielle was talking and laughing with her step-mom and one of her sister-in-laws. He would never dream of hurting her, physically or emotionally.

He watched as Yasmine walked over to her and whispered something in her ear that wiped the smile completely off her face.

Airielle stared at Yasmine in shock. She looked over at Josh who was already looking at her and felt her eyes water. She never wanted anybody outside of her family to know about Christopher or what he did to her.

“I tried to stop him, but he’s drunk. You know how Jojo is.” Yasmine explained, giving Airielle a sympathetic look.

“Fuck” Airielle muttured before stabding up and walking towards Josh and Josiah. “Imma steal him for a minute okay.” She said to Josiah who shrugged in response. Airielle sighed and pulled Josh away from everyone and towards the sunroom, locking the door behind her. “Look I don’t-”

“If you don’t want me to know. I’ll forget everything that Josiah said.” Josh said cutting her off.

“What?” She asked, staring at him in shock.

“By the look on your face. I can tell it’s something that you don’t want me to know about. If you wanna tell me i’ll listen but if you don’t want me to know i'll forget everything he said and I’ll never bring it up.” Airielle could do nothing but stare at Josh

“What?” She asked again, making him smile.

“How did you expect me to react?” Airielle shrugged and wrapped her arms around herself.

“I honestly don’t know. Nobody outside my family knows what happened, and I honestly wanted to keep it that way.”

“Okay, then we’ll keep it that way. I won’t say anything or bring it up again.” He said pulling her into her arms and kissing the side of her head.

Issac watched them hug with a curious look on his face. “Hey, wassup with them?” He asked Isaiah who was walking past.

“Oh, Jojo opened his big ass mouth. Told Josh about Christopher. Kelsi heard them from the backyard and honestly, dad. He’s a good dude. You gotta give him a chance.” Isaiah patted his dad on the back before leaving him to his own thoughts.

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arc-misadventures · 10 months

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Swapped AU: how does Mrs Arc react to Rin having her grandchild as well as Jaune being the Rusted Knight when he next shows up?

You’re A Grandmother, Juniper

Jeanne: Okay, you ready to meet your mom team!

Nora: WHOO! Let’s go see mom!

Rin: Wait, what about your dad, and your brothers?

Jeanne: Yeah, and them too.

May: Don’t you want us to meet the rest of your family so they can hear the good news too?

Jeanne: No, not really.

May: Why not?

Jeanne: Well, I’m still angry at dad because he decided to beat the crap out of, Jaune.

May: He did what?

Jeanne: And, I’m angry at my brothers for not giving me an adorable, Adrian of my own.

May: Adrian, who’s, Adrian?

Jeanne: But, thanks to, Jaune, and Rinny here, I won’t have to worry about that~!

MNR: …

May: Babies?

Rin: Babies.

Nora: Babies.

May: Oh… Should I be worried now?

Rin: Why’s that?

May: Because now they’re going to expect me to have, Jaune’s babies too… And, I don’t want to have his kids, my boobs are as big as is, I don’t want them to get bigger then they start dripping milk!

Rin: Well, there is nothing saying you have to have anyone’s kids. And second, why are you singing out, Jaune to be the father in all of this?!

May: …

May: I refuse to say anything in fear I may incriminate myself.

Rin: What…?!

Nora: Hey, we never got to know why you pounce, Jaune, Rin?

Rin: Oh! Well… I-It’s because he’s sweet, caring, supportive, and loving. And, the fact that if he was here he would always being by my side showering me in unconditional love, and affection. And, he would be willing to put his life down on the line to protect me, and his child. How can’t you not fall for a man like him?

Nora: So, basically what, Jeanne already does for you, but he’s a guy instead of a girl. And, because of that he can give you something extra that, Jeanne could never give you?

Rin: …

Rin: Oh my gods, am I in love with, Jeanne too?

May: Those are all the reasons I like, Jeanne. W-Will I have a crush on, Jaune too…?

Jeanne: Well… If either of you two see him again, and are willing… give me more nieces, and nephews that I can spoil!

MNR: …

May: Are all, Arc woman baby crazed?

Rin: It would seems so…

May: Oh no…

Nora: …

Jeanne: So, May ready to meet your new mother?

May: I was, now I’m not so sure. Wait, why aren’t you saying that about all of us. Were you to already adopted, or something?

Jeanne: They were already adopted by my mother a while ago. I forgot because they haven’t been calling me sister, or anything. Sorry we forgot to mention that.

May: That’s okay. I always thought that the three of you did acted like a family. I just thought you were a closely knot team.

Rin: You wouldn’t have noticed unless we started calling, Jeanne, Onii-sama again. Which we can’t do…

Nora: It was fun calling her that.

May: Then why did you stop?

Rin: Simple: Jeanne?

Jeanne: Yes?

NR: Onee-Sama~!

Jeanne: Grk! Oh gods?! My heart! Its so precious…!

(Thud!)

Rin: That’s why…

May: Oh… Uhh… Is she okay…?

Nora: She’ll be fine!

Jeanne: …

MNR: …

Jeanne: …

Nora: Eventually…

~~~

(Knock, knock, knock!)

Jeanne: Mom! I’m home! And, I brought my team with me!

Juniper: Jeanne? Jeanne! Oh how’s my baby girl doing?

Jeanne: I’m fine mom. It’s so nice to see you! How have you been?

Juniper: Oh, i’ve been a little bored lately; Your father took the boys out on a father sons camping trip so I’ve been here all on my lonesome. But, look who showed up! All of my daughters! Come here girls!

Nora: Mom!

Juniper: Ahh, Nora how have you been, is school going well, have you been eating your vegetables?

Nora: Schools going fine! I get to hit all those mean bullies who made fun of, Jaune with my hammer just like I did with dad!

Juniper: That’s my girl~! Rin, give me a hug!

Rin: Hello, Mother. It’s nice to see you again.

Juniper: It’s so good to see you…? Oh, and who are you?

May: H-Hello, Ma’am. My name is, May Zedong. How do you do?

Juniper: Hello, May, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Are you another orphaned girl, Jeanne brought over for me to adopt?

May: Uhh… No. It’s not like that…

Juniper: Then what is it like?

Jeanne: Why don’t we all head inside, and talk about it?

~~~

Juniper: So… So why is, May here? I thought you would bring home that, Pyrros fellow?

Jeanne: Uhh no… We booted him from our team…

Juniper: Really? That’s a pity, I would have liked to meet him. And, break his spine…

Nora: NICE!

Jeanne: Pyrros was being rather… forceful towards some of us. So we voted to have him removed from out team. So, we replaced him with this lovely lady here~!

Juniper: And, are you three truly happy with her?

Nora: May is awesome! She’s got a really cool gun, and she can hit stuff from really far away! And, she loves pancakes!

Rin: She is a calm, and detail oriented person. Her skills as huntress are well trained, and thought out. She has been an excellent addition to the team.

Jeanne: I’ve never been more happy~! May is kind, caring, cute; even thou her eye is all scared, and damaged it is beautiful, just like her~!

Juniper: Oh my, is that a blush I see~?

May: N-N-No! No it isn’t!

Juniper: Well, I’m glad to see you’re all happy together.

Jeanne: Yeah… S-Speaking of being together… Mom there’s something I need to tell you…

Juniper: And, that is?

Jeanne: …

Jeanne: Mom! I asked, May to marry me!

Juniper: What…?

May: And, I said yes!

Juniper: WHAT?!

Jeanne: I love, May! She’s all those things we said about her, and more! She has an adorable little snort when she laughs. She gives the most comfortable, and reassuring hugs imaginable. And, a rack that rivals mine! I love her, a-and I wanted her to stay in my life for as long as I’m alive.

May: I do have a chest that rivals, Jeanne, and while many people, stared in perverse delight at them whenever the banding slipped; Man, and woman. Jeanne was the only one who helped me dress myself, and get some new bras that could contain them. She’s the only one who’s comforted me when I was sad, the only one who didn’t make fun of me for my scar. I was alone before I met, Jeanne… I never want to be alone again.

Juniper: You two are serious about this? This isn’t some spur of the moment idea you’ve had because of all the crap the boys at, Beacon have been giving you now isn’t it?

Jeanne: Absolutely not! Well… Kinda… those boys gave put me of immature brats like them… But, not men in general.

Juniper: Then I just have one question?

Jeanne: And, that is?

Juniper: You going to put a ring on that finger, or what?

Jeanne: Definitely! Actually, I was going to give her grandmothers old engagement ring she gave me. The blue matches your eye~!

May: It does?

Jeanne: Yeah, you’re going to love it.

Juniper: Then I’m okay with it. As long as you two are happy, I am happy.

Jeanne: Oh! Thank you, Mom!

May: Thank you, Mrs. Arc.

Juniper: Oh none of that, call me, Mom.

May: Thank you, Mom.

Juniper: Ahh~! Four daughters to call me mom. This is a wonderful feeling. Now I just need a few adorable grandchildren I can spoil. You think with seven sons I would have at least one grandchild, useless boys…

Jeanne: Actually, Mom there’s one more thing we need to talk about.

Juniper: Oh, and that is?

Jeanne: Well you see…?

Rin: Jeanne, I’m the one who needs to explain this.

Jeanne: Okay.

Rin: A few days ago, another, ‘Swap’ happened, and I was left alone in our dorm room with an older, Jaune.

Juniper: Older? Aren’t you two the same age, Jeanne.

Jeanne: He fell into the, Ever After, and he travelled back in time, and was stuck there for a few… decades…

Juniper: Decades? Wait, Ever After? From the children’s story?

Jeanne: That’s the one.

Juniper: That’s a real place?

Jeanne: Yes it is. And, while, Jaune was there… he became the, Rusted Knight.

Jeanne: The Rusted Knight? Seriously?

Rin: Here, I have a photo of him.

Juniper: Oh my…

Rin: Yeah… He was quite rugged~!

Juniper: His beard is rather unkempt, but it’s quite fetching. Far better than the one your father ever had.

Rin: Y-Yeah it was… A-Anyway… When he appeared it was just the two of us… and, I… and, I…

Nora: Totally boned him!

Rin: Nora!

Nora: What, it’s true! You were going to tell her anyway. Why, were you going to say you fucked him?

Rin: NORA!

Juniper: Okay… Good for you, Rin… I’m confused, why are you telling me this; Do you seriously think I want to know about my kids sex life.

Rin: No… But, I did it for a very important reason…

Juniper: And, that is…?

Rin: T-To have his babies…

Juniper: D-Did you just say what I thought you said…?

Rin: Mom… I’m pregnant.

Juniper: F-For real…?

Rin: I can take a test if you want me to. But, yes, I’m pregnant.

Juniper: …

Juniper: You’re pregnant…

Rin: Yes… I’m pregnant.

Juniper: That means grandchildren…

Rin: Yes, it does…?

Nora: Uhh…? Is, Mom okay?

Juniper: Grandchildren~!

May: Uhh… Is everything okay?

Juniper: Grandchildren~!!!

Jeanne: Oh no…!

Juniper: (A deep inhale.)

Jeanne: Everyone cover your ears!

Juniper:

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(SHATTER!)

May: Good gods?!! My ears, my fucking ears!

Jeanne: She broke all the glass?! How the hell did she do that?!

Rin: WHAT?! WHAT DID YOU SAY?! I CAN’T HEAR YOU?!!

Nora: AGAIN! DO IT AGAIN!

Juniper: Ahhh, finally grandbabies~!

Jeanne: So, what do you think of my mom, May?

May: Now is not the time for sex, Jeanne?!

Jeanne: What?!

#rwby #jaune arc #lie ren #nora valkyrie #jeanne arc #juniper arc #pyrrha nikos #may zedong

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nataliawrites · 1 year

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Hello, I am very excited about the end of the cup and Argentina being champion

I could imagine with Pierre Gasly and the Argentinian reader (she being the sister of a player) getting to know each other in the box and discussing/fighting over the game

Love & Football // Pierre Gasly

Whoever decided on the seating arrangements must have had a cruel sense of humor.

It was the final match of the World Cup — Argentina vs France with one chance to win it all — and the Argentine family suite was situated right next to a suite of French celebrities.

You tried to remain calm. Your youngest nephew was sitting on your lap and your two other nephews sat to your side next to your sister-in-law. You didn’t want to set a bad example for them. But when the French fans in the suite bordering yours started heckling your brother, all rational thoughts went out the window. Goal for goal, save for save, penalty for penalty — you traded barbs and insults with a man your age who was enthusiastically supporting France. Your heart was racing wildly in your chest as Argentina gained the lead and then gave it up and then regained it and then gave it up and then finally, gloriously won. By the time your tears and cheers subsided, the French man you had enjoyed going toe-to-toe with was nowhere to be found and it was time for family members to join the Argentine players on the field for a celebration.

Later that night, an impromptu party was thrown for players, family, and celebrities who hadn’t flown home yet. National divides were forgotten as everyone let loose and enjoyed getting to witness history together. You joined the crowd of sweaty bodies dancing to the music when you felt two large hands grip your hips and turned around, ready to slap the stranger for getting too handsy.

You dropped your hand when you noticed that it was the French man from the game, “hey, Frenchie!”

“My name’s Pierre,” he has to raise his voice to be heard over the music.

“I’m Y/N,” you yell back.

Trying to keep the conversation going but getting sick of competing with the booming music, you both retreat to a quieter corner. You decide to extend some sportsmanship, “good game today.”

“France fought hard but Argentina fought harder in the end,” Pierre shrugged.

“It was intense to be sure but I am so happy for the boys.”

He scratches at his neck, “your boyfriend must be very proud.”

“My boyfriend?”

“You and your son seem very supportive of him. He’s a lucky man.”

A boyfriend? A son? What …

“Oh no! You must be talking about my nephew, Ciro. His father is on the team.”

His eyes widened, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-“

“Don’t worry about it,” you laugh it off. “Let’s have proper introductions. Hi, my name is Y/N Messi.”

“Messi?”

“Leo is my brother.”

“Well, I definitely had that messed up.” He returned your greeting, “I’m Pierre Gasly.”

“Your name sounds familiar. Where do I know you from?”

“Ah, I drive for Formula 1.”

“Yes! I remember now. I have to admit that I am not much of a fan but I did get to see the French Grand Prix this year.”

“Really? Do you spend much time in France or was this just a vacation?”

“Leo’s not the only footballer in the family. I play for Paris Saint-Germain Féminine.”

You spent the rest of the night getting to know each other better, both of you relating to struggles as professional athletes and public figures — and it was a good opportunity to show off your rapidly improving French.

When it was well into the early hours of the morning, and the partygoers were breaking up to go back to their hotels, neither of you wanted to leave.

You start making your way out slowly, “I’ve had a really great time talking to you.”

“Me too,” Pierre agrees with earnest eyes.

“How about you come out to a PSG game soon and I’ll return the favor when the F1 season starts back up.”

“Yeah, I’d really like that. Let’s trade numbers so we can make some plans.”

You leave him with a light kiss on the cheek, which you see him touching when you sneakily turn back to take another look at him before getting in your car.

When you’re in bed later, the sun set to rise in just a short few hours, you send Pierre a text before you can think twice of it:

Next time you’re at a football match you have to cheer for my team

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bellaxgiornata · 11 months

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Falling For the Devil [Part sixty-eight: "The Sleepover"]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your sister asks a last minute favor for you to watch your nephew overnight.

Or Hudson, you, and a special guest make brownies.

[Series of one-shots about Reader meeting, falling for, and dating Matt Murdock.]

Warnings: 18+ for this series; contains humor, fluff, romance, angst, smut (like...a lot of it later in the series), language, some violence

Word Count: 4.4k

a/n: Getting some more of these transferred over from AO3 and I'm almost caught up! This is a fluffy installment where Reader and her nephew make brownies with...someone special. The entire list of installments for this series can be found here. I'll start a tag list once I've caught up to AO3 so if you're interested let me know in a comment (I know I've already gotten asked about it so I'm slowly adding names)!

Swinging your apartment door open, Amber greeted you with a look of relief and gratitude. Beside her stood Hudson, his dinosaur backpack slung over his navy blue winter coat. He was beaming up at you and you couldn’t fight the large smile making its way onto your own face.

“Thank you so unbelievably much,” Amber gushed instantly. “And I am incredibly sorry to bother you so last minute like this, really. I owe you big time.”

You shrugged a shoulder in response. “It’s really not a big deal,” you assured your sister. “I love spending time with my favorite nephew and it’s been awhile since we’ve had a sleepover. Hasn’t it, Huds?” you asked, attention focusing down to your nephew.

“Right!” he agreed quickly. “Is Uncle Matt going to be here?”

“Uh, no, I don’t think so, Huds,” you answered him awkwardly.

You figured Matt would realize you weren’t alone in your apartment tonight when he stopped by, probably hearing Hudson before heading home where he would inevitably find the message you’d left on his normal not vigilante phone about Amber needing you to watch Hudson last minute overnight. You knew he’d entirely understand that you’d be unavailable this evening.

“How’re things going with him after the breakup?” Amber asked, catching your attention. “Still doing good?”

You nodded quickly. “Oh, yeah. Things are great between us,” you told her with a smile.

“Mmm,” she hummed out, eyes narrowing. “I’ll punch him in that handsome face if he hurts you again, though.”

“Amber, it was a…misunderstanding of sorts that got vastly blown out of proportion,” you told her, aware of how much of an oversimplification that was, “and we’re good.”

“I’m just saying,” she continued, “I haven’t forgotten all those nights you were crying on my couch downing an entire bottle of wine on your own. I just don’t want to see you like that again.”

“Point taken,” you told her. “Now don’t you have to be at the office?”

Amber expelled a deep sigh before she nodded. “Yeah, I should probably get back before Hogarth gets pissed. Leave it to her billionaire golden boy to somehow need help late on a Friday night.”

“I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to be telling me that,” you pointed out.

“Right,” she agreed, pulling a face. “Forget I said that.”

She turned, lowering down to Hudson’s height as she held her arms out. Hudson threw his arms around her, immediately hugging his mom tightly.

“You be good for your aunt,” Amber told him. “She’s doing mommy a big favor tonight so let’s not be a troublemaker, okay?”

“Okay,” Hudson answered.

“I’ll see you in the morning, buddy,” she said, kissing his head. “I love you. And be good , please.”

“Love you, too, momma!” Hudson replied.

Amber rose to her feet as Hudson bolted straight towards you, wrapping your left leg in an excited hug that almost knocked you off your feet. Amber shot him a sad smile before her attention shifted back to you.

“Thank you, really,” she repeated. “Just…make sure he gets to sleep and eats breakfast and I’ll be happy. I already know you’re the fun one and he’s going to do some things he usually doesn’t get to at home.”

“It’s because I’m not his mom,” you reminded her. “I don’t do the disciplining part. I do the fun activities part.”

"I'll see you tomorrow, Hudson," your sister said, shooting him a quick wave.

Amber mouthed one last 'thank you' before turning and heading down your hall towards the elevator. You closed the door and turned, spotting Hudson slipping his dinosaur backpack off onto your couch.

“You want help with your coat and shoes, Huds?” you asked, making your way over to him.

He nodded enthusiastically, patiently waiting for you to help him out of everything. Afterwards, you headed back to your door, hanging his coat and putting his shoes by yours. Turning around, you sent Hudson a large grin that he quickly mirrored.

“Your mom said you already had dinner,” you began, Hudson nodding in response. “So would you like to help me make some brownies?”

His eyes widened, lighting up excitedly as he bounced from foot to foot. “Yes! Can we make them now? Please?” he begged.

“Absolutely,” you told him. “You want to help me get the stool out of my closet so you can wash your hands first?”

Hudson didn’t answer, instead he booked it out of your living room and down the hall, heading straight to your bedroom closet. You laughed, shaking your head as you followed after him. When you entered your room, you saw him already struggling to pull the stool out of the closet with his little arms. Before you could offer help, he was already hoisting it up and shooting you a proud smile. You waved him out of your room with a smile of your own, watching as he carried the stool down your hallway. You followed slowly behind, amused at how cute he looked holding onto something half his size.

“Alright," you began, "first we’re going to wash up and–”

“ Daredevil !” Hudson shrieked, dropping the stool to the floor of your living room and cutting you clean off.

Eyes widening in horror, you turned to your left. Sure enough Matt was crouched at your window dressed as Daredevil. His mouth was hanging wide open, his fist still raised from where he must have been knocking against it. Hudson sprinted towards the window, immediately struggling to open it.

“Hudson we probably shouldn’t be opening the window to strangers, don’t think your mom would approve of that,” you said, your eyes on Matt.

“He’s not a stranger, he’s a superhero!” Hudson called over his shoulder. “I didn’t know you knew him, auntie!”

“What the hell, Matt,” you awkwardly sing-songed under your breath knowing he could hear you.

Out on your fire escape, Matt’s mouth tugged into a sheepish grin as his hand fell back to his side. With a sigh you made your way over to the window and lifted it up.

“I don’t exactly know him,” you corrected Hudson, pulling him away so Matt could climb in. “He uh, just was helping me with something for work.” Your focus shifted back to Matt as he closed the window behind himself. “And he shouldn’t have stopped by while I was watching my nephew,” you said through a forced smile.

Matt huffed out an awkward laugh, rubbing the back of his neck with a gloved hand. “I wasn’t quite paying attention,” he admitted. “I didn’t realize you weren’t alone.”

“That’s okay!” Hudson said excitedly. “You’re my favorite superhero! I’m going to tell momma I met you!”

“No!” you and Matt both shouted simultaneously.

The smile fell off of Hudson’s face as he looked up at you curiously. You licked your lips nervously, eyes briefly darting over to Matt. He was wringing his gloved hands, clearly nervous. Okay, so it was on you to come up with a fast lie. Great.

“You can’t tell your mom you met him,” you said slowly, kneeling down in front of him, “because uh…he’s helping me with something super secret for work, okay? It involves some…really bad guys and it wouldn’t be safe for me or Daredevil if they knew he was helping me. So can you keep this a secret?”

“Hmmm,” Hudson hummed out, his focus shifting back towards Matt, a slow smile forming on his mouth. “Okay,” he said with a nod. “Can he make brownies with us?”

You sat there kneeling on the floor, blinking rapidly a few times. “You…want Daredevil to stay and make brownies with us?” you asked him slowly.

“Yeah,” he answered, a little pout on his face. “I might not see him again.” Quickly Hudson’s hands flew out and grabbed onto your shoulders, taking you by surprise. “Please, auntie? Can he stay, please? Please?”

Your mouth fell open, eyes widening as you continued to kneel there on the floor entirely dumbstruck. “I, uh, well, Huds, uhm–”

“I can stay and make brownies,” Matt answered.

He had intentionally pitched his voice lower and you bit your lip, trying to hold back a laugh. He sounded absolutely ridiculous talking about making brownies in the same gruff voice he used to threaten breaking bones with criminals.

“But if I do,” Matt added, “I need you to keep my secret. Can you do that?”

“Okay!” Hudson said, releasing his hold on your shoulders and bouncing up and down.

Slowly your head turned towards Matt, a hand flying up to try to cover your laugh. “You’re uh, you’re going to stay and make brownies then, Devil of Hell’s Kitchen?” you teased. “With a three year old?”

Matt shrugged a shoulder, a grin slipping onto his face. “I do serve the people of Hell’s Kitchen when they need help,” Matt answered. He gestured a gloved hand at Hudson. “And this young man is clearly in need of some brownies.”

You bit down hard on your lip, eyes closing as you refrained from letting out a snort of amusement. “Hudson,” you began, fighting to keep your voice even, “I’m going to put on some cartoons, okay?” You opened your eyes, glancing over at your nephew. “Can you sit and watch them for me while I go over some uh, work things with Ma–uh Mr. Daredevil?”

“And then he’ll make brownies with us?” Hudson asked, wide eyes staring hopefully up at you.

You cleared your throat, nodding slowly as you rose back to your feet. “Yeah, I suppose he will,” you sighed.

Hudson grinned, running over to the couch and hopping up onto it. You turned, shooting Matt a pointed look.

“You go wait in my room,” you ordered him in a hushed tone.

Matt’s mouth curled into a smirk as he nodded at you. “Yes, ma’am,” he answered.

You shook your head, rolling your eyes as you made your way into the living room. Taking a minute, you turned on the television to some cartoons and begged Hudson to give you a few minutes to talk to Daredevil. When he was clearly enraptured with some cartoon dogs, you headed back towards your bedroom where Matt was leaning against your dresser.

“What the hell, Matt?” you whispered. “My nephew is here!”

“Yeah,” he replied. “I sort of gathered that by this point.”

“Well didn’t you pick up on him here in my apartment with your Fancy Devil senses before you came knocking on my living room window?” you asked.

“Clearly not,” he answered. “I was admittedly a little tired from today. I wasn’t paying that close of attention. I’m sorry.”

You sighed, running a hand over your forehead. “It’s fine, I just hope he really does keep this a secret. I mean he is only three.”

“There’s not much to do about it now,” Matt said. “Hopefully his love of Daredevil will have him wanting to keep the secret for now.”

“Yeah, I hope so,” you agreed. “Because I don’t really think you’re planning to tell my sister anytime soon about your extracurricular activities.”

“Not really,” he agreed. Pushing off of the dresser, he made his way towards you. “Come here, sweetheart.”

“Well I should–”

“He’s entranced by whatever cartoon is on, I promise,” Matt assured you.

You nodded, crossing the distance between the two of you. Matt’s gloved hand reached out, tenderly gripping your chin and lifting your face towards his. You couldn’t fight back the smile growing on your lips despite the situation.

“Hi,” you whispered.

He huffed out a laugh, a grin forming on his own mouth. “Hi, sweetheart,” he responded just as quietly.

Leaning towards you, Matt connected his lips to yours in a sweet kiss. Your hands rose to his chest, bracing yourself against him. Soon you were pulling away, wrapping your arms around him and burying your face against his chest. Matt’s own arms encircled you, his face burrowing against you in return.

“Missed you today,” Matt murmured into your shoulder.

“I missed you, too,” you whispered.

With a sigh you reluctantly stepped back, knowing you couldn’t leave Hudson out in the living room much longer. Matt released you as well, his head shifting to the side as he focused on you through the red lenses of his mask.

“So are you really going to help me and Hudson make a boxed brownie mix dressed in the full ensemble?” you asked him, waving a hand at his suit.

Matt grinned in response. “Only if you call me Mr. Daredevil again,” he teased.

You playfully swatted his chest, the gesture causing Matt to laugh. "I'm serious, because you're going to have to keep up the charade that you're not Uncle Matt," you told him.

"You know, I quite missed him calling me that," Matt said, head canting to the side.

" Matt ," you chided.

He grinned again at you, clearly enjoying pushing your buttons.

"If you get me a glass of water so I can keep up the voice I'll do my best, but–" Matt said, raising a finger and tapping you gently on the nose, your eyes narrowing in response, "–you're going to have to keep your hands to yourself."

"Keep it up and Mr. Daredevil is going to have a new foe to fight tonight," you quipped back.

Matt made a noise in his throat that sounded almost like a pleased purr. "Now that sounds fun," he whispered.

"There's a three year old on my couch right now, Matt," you reminded him. "And I'm going to head back out there and get started on the brownies now. Behave yourself, Devil."

He smirked, nodding as you turned to leave. But you stopped in the threshold when he spoke again.

"Yes, ma'am."

You shifted your head over your shoulder, shooting Matt a stern look. "You stop that, Matthew."

He chuckled as he made his way out of your bedroom, pausing when he neared you. He leaned down, his left hand resting on your lower back as he whispered into your ear, "Why would I stop when it's clear how much you like it?"

Your jaw dropped, your eyes following him as he made his way back down your hallway to the living room. He glanced over his shoulder at you, shooting you a cocky smile as he walked away.

“Ass,” you muttered, heat rising to your cheeks.

Heading over towards Hudson who was still enthralled with the cartoons, you passed Matt and heard a deep chuckle come from him as you did. Choosing to ignore it, you focused on Hudson.

“Ready to make those brownies?” you asked him.

Hudson scooted off the edge of the couch, nodding his head excitedly. His focus shifted on Matt still dressed fully as Daredevil beside you. Somehow his smile widened even further.

“Alright, bring the stool over to the sink and wash your hands first,” you told him. As Hudson darted off to pick up the stool, you shot Matt a look. “You too, Devil. Take the gloves off and wash your hands. I don’t want…whatever might be on them in the brownies.”

Matt’s tongue slipped out between his lips, your eyes following the movement as the soft flesh slickened with his saliva. His mouth pulled up into a devilish grin that had your hand momentarily pausing in its reach for the television remote.

“Yes, ma’am,” he whispered back.

Your teeth grit together as your hand wrapped tightly around the remote, eyes narrowing back at Matt. He wasn’t wrong. That was certainly starting to do something to you, but now was really not the time nor the place for Matt to be teasing you like this. Especially because he couldn’t stay the night with Hudson over.

“Matt,” you whispered his name in warning.

That grin was still on his face as he raised his hands, slowly undoing his gloves. “What?” he asked innocently. “I’m just trying to be respectful.”

“Keep it up,” you playfully threatened him.

His head tilted to the side as he watched you in amusement, his hands still undoing his gloves. Behind him in the kitchen you heard the sink turn on and you spotted Hudson washing his hands.

“Keep it up and what?” Matt pressed.

Your eyes slid back towards Matt. Setting your jaw firm and feeling emboldened by his flirting, you walked over to him and gently placed a hand along his abdomen as you leaned in and whispered, “Keep it up and you’ll end up in your shower tonight wishing you’d behaved, Devil,” you whispered.

Your hand gradually slipped downwards until your fingertips were almost touching him through his suit. Something like a grunt fell out of Matt, his nostrils flaring. That devilish grin on his mouth faded as his lips pulled into a tight line. Your hand returned to your side as you made your way towards the kitchen feeling pleased with yourself. You certainly missed having an effect on him.

“Wash your hands, Devil,” you called back over your shoulder.

Entering the kitchen, you helped Hudson finish washing his own hands before you washed yours. You noticed it had taken Matt a moment to recover before he’d made his way back into the kitchen, pausing beside you at the sink. You couldn’t fight the triumphant smirk on your mouth as you moved out of his way, letting him wash his hands next as you reached up into a cabinet nearby, grabbing him a glass for water. You waited for him to finish washing his hands before you filled it up and handed it to him. Meanwhile, Hudson had been excitedly moving the stool over towards your open counter space and curiously examining the boxed brownie mix you had out.

"Okay, so we need a bowl," you said, walking around your kitchen and bending down to a lower cabinet to pull out a large bowl. With it in hand, you walked back to the counter Hudson and Matt were both now standing at, Hudson on his stool. "You think you can handle pouring the dry brownie mix into the bowl with Hudson, Devil?"

"You really think I can't handle that?" he asked back.

Turning, you made your way over to the oven. "What do you think, Huds?" you asked over your shoulder as you began to preheat the oven. "You think Daredevil knows how to bake?"

"Yeah!" Hudson shouted.

Finishing setting the temperature on the oven, you turned back around and immediately paused, your eyes taking in the sight before you. Matt was letting Hudson tear the box open, a large smile spread across his face. Hudson was giggling hysterically as he brutalized the box with his little hands before Matt pulled out the bag from inside that held the dry ingredients. You couldn’t hold back the smile on your face as you watched him help Hudson open the bag next. It was strange but also incredibly beautiful watching your nephew bake brownies with his hero, and simultaneously watching Matt as Daredevil using the same hands he punished criminals with helping Hudson carefully pour the dry brownie mixture into a bowl.

It was in that moment, watching Matt with Hudson as you continued to openly stare by the oven, that the full realization hit you. You wanted Matt. You wanted to marry him and spend the rest of your life with him, but you also realized something else. You wanted a family. And you wanted it with him . You felt your eyes suddenly prick with tears as a strong wave of emotion hit you at the thought of Matt smiling and talking to your pregnant belly, those big hands cradling your baby bump. Or those same hands gently burping a baby over his shoulder as he rocked them back and forth. That deep rumble of his gently shushing a crying baby as he held them safe in those big protective, strong arms of his.

Matt's head abruptly spun in your direction, the smile on his face briefly dulling to something that seemed curious and questioning. No doubt confused about the conflicting emotions your body must have been displaying to him. You blinked hard a few times, trying to fight back the tears that hadn't fallen yet.

"We need eggs!" Hudson shouted.

You cleared your throat, nodding your head as you made your way to the fridge. "Yes, you're right," you said, trying to keep your voice even. "How many Hudson?"

"Two!" he proudly answered.

"Two eggs it is," you said.

Trying to gain control over your emotions, you opened the fridge door. As you were opening the egg carton and grabbing the eggs, you couldn't help but listen in to the conversation behind you.

"You remind me of Uncle Matt," Hudson was saying.

"Oh?" Matt asked, his tone cautious.

"Yeah. I want to bake brownies with him, too," Hudson said.

Turning around with the eggs in your hands, you saw the bright smile sliding across Matt's face under his mask. The sight only further melted you.

"I'm sure he'd love to if you asked him," Matt replied.

"He likes dinosaurs," Hudson continued on. "He said his favorite is a brontosaurus."

"Did he?" Matt asked.

Walking back to the pair or them, you set one of the eggs beside the bowl. “You want to help me crack these, Huds?” you asked.

Hudson reached out, grabbing onto the back of your hand as you cracked the egg on the edge of the bowl. He helped you pour the egg inside before letting go of your hand as you reached over, tossing the shell in the garbage before picking up the other. Once again his little hand was holding onto the back of yours as he helped you crack the egg.

“Do you like dinosaurs?” Hudson asked Daredevil.

“I do,” he replied in his gruff tone.

You bit your lip hard, fighting down the laugh. You were certain Matt’s throat would be aching after tonight from continually talking like that. Though as you made your way back to the sink to wash your hands, you could feel a happy warmth blossoming in your chest as Matt continued to chat with Hudson about dinosaurs in the full Daredevil suit. He had to be sweating under that thing.

Walking back over to the counter as the two continued chatting, you picked up the box. You couldn’t resist the snort of amusement that escaped you at how decimated the top of the box was. Matt’s head shifted in your direction at the sound and you caught the little smile he flashed at you in response. His attention quickly returned to Hudson as you noticed you still needed the vegetable oil.

You made your way over to a drawer, pulling out the right measuring spoon. Afterwards, you made your way over to a cabinet just beside Matt and opened it. Carefully you reached up to pull out the vegetable oil, but your hand bumped the container of olive oil and it went tumbling off of the shelf. Before you could blink, Matt’s hand darted out beside you, catching the bottle of olive oil seconds later. You stood there with your mouth hanging open for a moment. On the other side of Matt, Hudson’s eyes grew wide.

“ Cool !” he squealed.

Recovering, you accepted the bottle from Matt, muttering a ‘thank you’ as you did before you placed it back in the cabinet. With the vegetable oil in hand, you made your way back to the bowl that Hudson had been helping Matt mix.

“Can Daredevil stay and have brownies?” Hudson asked.

“Uh, Huds, you know it takes about a half an hour for these to bake,” you told him, carefully measuring out the vegetable oil.

“Please?” Hudson begged.

With a sigh, you poured the vegetable oil into the bowl before glancing at Matt beside you. He was looking at you through the red lenses of the mask, his lips quirked up on one corner as his head tilted curiously to the side.

“Maybe you should ask Daredevil,” you suggested. “He is usually busy.”

Hudson’s big, pleading eyes turned to Matt beside you. He was fortunate he couldn’t see the look on the three year old’s face because it was a look you often couldn’t say no to.

“Please stay for brownies?” he asked, his lip pushing out in a pout.

“After all our hard work?” Matt asked. “How could I not stay to eat them?”

Hudson began bouncing excitedly on the stool, expelling a loud, pleased squeal. Matt let out a laugh in response as he continued to mix the batter.

“Well Mr. Daredevil ,” you said, heading to a cabinet and pulling out a pan to bake the brownies in, “I’m assuming you haven’t eaten dinner yet, have you?”

Matt’s attention turned towards you, a little grin forming on his mouth. “I can’t say that I have, ma’am ,” he answered.

You pursed your lips, shooting him a pointed look you knew he could feel. “While these are baking, would you like some leftover pesto pasta?” you asked, grabbing the can of cooking spray from your counter to spray the pan with. “Because I can’t have you setting a poor example for Huds and eating dessert for dinner.”

“Well now, we certainly can’t have that,” he agreed. “Thank you.”

“Someone’s got to make sure the neighborhood vigilante stays fed,” you joked, spraying the pan with cooking spray. “I’ll heat some up once I get these in the oven.”

As the oven beeped behind you, letting you know it had reached temperature, your eyes lingered on Matt and Hudson. Matt’s large, ungloved hands were holding the bowl as Hudson was trying to stir the sticky mixture, once again babbling on about dinosaurs as Matt listened with an enraptured interest.

Somehow watching Matt interacting so well with your nephew tonight, despite being dressed in his Daredevil suit, was also doing something to you. Whether it was that 'baby fever' women often joked about finally kicking in or something else, you weren’t sure. But what you were sure of was that the next moment you had Matt alone after this, you were certainly going to repay him for his kindness to your nephew. And you found yourself suddenly really, really looking forward to that.

Matt’s attention snapped towards you instantly, his head canting curiously to the side as Hudson beside him continued on with his chattering as he stirred the brownie batter. You were sure Matt had just picked up on the hint of your arousal. You only smiled slowly before shooting him a wink yourself, the gesture drawing a slow smirk onto his lips in return.

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sillygoose067 · 7 days

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Over the 7 Seas

Ch.28

Charles Leclerc x Reader

As you walk into the dining room, you’re met with a table full of two men, and another young woman, an infant in her arms. The room is silenced as you step into it, and then in a flurry, both men rush up to Charles, embracing him tightly and patting his shoulders. These must be his brothers that he’d told you about.

“Perceval! It’s good to have you back brother! How have you been?”

“Charles! I drove to Scuderia for the first time yesterday! I got P2!”

“Wow, Arthur, I am so proud of you, a true Leclerc!”

“I am fine Enzo, how have you and Charlotte been? And my favorite little niece?”

“We have been well, brother. And that is your only niece.” The one named Enzo rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, well”, Charles gestures over to the one that looked like a younger version of himself-- Arthur. “This one is always busy with one girl or another. Who knows? Maybe we have a secret niece or nephew.”

Arthur shoves him. “As if you’re any better. Now, I was told you were bringing a guest. Where is she?”

You step up from where you’d been at the door frame. “Bonjour, I am Y/n. It’s great to finally meet you, I have heard so much from Charles.”

No one moves and you think that you must have insulted them or something. Then the young woman--Charlotte? Puts down her drink and rises from her seat, infant in her arms. She approaches you and greets you. “Bonjour! It is so amazing to meet Charles’ new girl. You must understand, we’ve not had the greatest experiences with his past... flings. So it may take some time to warm up to you.”

You nod your head in understanding. Their apprehension was valid, you reasoned. You’ll just have to take it slow and show them that you were different.

One by one, the brothers approach you and greet you. Arthur stops in front of you, a smirk on his face. “So tell us, how did you manage to catch this busybody’s attention?” He tilts his head towards Charles, who smacks him upside the head. Lorenzo hands you a glass with some wine and motions for you to take a seat at the table.

“I... I don’t really know to be honest. He was the one who approached me.”

“Yeah, that sounds like him. But you must have been doing something to catch his eye.”

You hear the subtle accusatory undertone to Lorenzo’s comment. Breathe, you tell yourself. He’s just an older brother concerned for his sibling and family’s well being, just as I would be with my sister.

“I really couldn’t tell you. I was just in the paddock with my friend Marie and her daughter because it was a lifelong dream of hers to go to an F1 race. We were just sitting inside the garage, that’s it. If you’re implying that I was actively trying to get Charles’ attention, you are very much mistaken.” You take another breath of solidarity. You will not let someone you’ve just met break down your self esteem so easily, no matter whether they were Charles’ family or not. “And if I’m being honest, I didn’t even know what Formula 1 was, let alone who Charles Leclerc was before I’d stepped foot into the paddock.” You feel Charles massage circles above your knee under the table. His way of telling you he was proud of you standing your ground. He gives you a nearly imperceptible nod in Charlotte’s direction, a smile playing at the corner of his lips.

You follow his line of sight and see that Lorenzo’s wife is also placating her husband with a hand on his shoulder, her eyes conveying a message to him. He purses his lips, then nods. Seems like they’d come to some kind of understanding.

…

After saying your piece in the dining room, you decide to let it marinate for a bit, not wanting to aggravate the situation unnecessarily. You excuse yourself and find your way to the kitchen to find Pascale.

You find her chopping some garlic. “Hello Pascale. Is there anything I can do to help you?”

“Oh!”, she startles.

“Ah, sorry for frightening you. I just wanted to come help out, if possible.”

She smiles. “Of course, child. Come. Can you help me chop these vegetables here? I need to focus on layering this lasagne.”

You head over to the cutting board and do as she says, occasionally asking how she wants something. Diced, chopped, or in a square shape?

The two of you work in silence for the most part, basking in the homely feel of the acts, listening to the music of the kitchen. The sizzling of the pan, the thud of a knife cutting through an onion on the cutting board, the cracking of eggs, the hum of the stove. Pascale breaks the silence sometime later, telling you stories of her children when they were young. You bond with her, laughing when she tells you about Charles’s clingy phase, where he’d follow her everywhere, and she wouldn’t even get enough peace to go to the bathroom with him following her. You giggle when she pulls out a picture of the three young brothers in a bathtub together.

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The Christmas Date | Chapter 4: Santa Tell Me

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Fem!Kerner!Reader

(Ron Kerner is Slider, Iceman’s backseater)

Wordcount: 2.8k

Summary: Y/n “Athena” Kerner and Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw hate each other. Everybody knows. What happens when they have to fake date for a whole week to avoid Iceman and Slider’s matchmaking plans?

(there won't be smut in this series)

Warnings: OKAY SO. If there is any transphobic person reading this, i’m sorry but it’s time to LEAVE. Iceman’s grandSON is trans, Rooster/Thena being supportive godparents, Rooster’s ex-gf still being a bitch, body dismorphia, mentions of alcohol, CAR ACCIDENT (everyone's okay don't worry), driving under the influence, mentions of death, mentions of Carole's death... you know the deal.

A/N: Yeah, I know. I should be taking some time to rest. I got bad news today, my heart is getting worse again and I have to go through surgery BUT writing is my coping mechanism so expect more works soon.

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The room is amazing. If you hadn’t seen it before, you could never tell that it had been filled to the core with princess things. You can’t wait to see your nephew and Rebecca, talk to both, and learn more about this new part of your lives that has just begun.

“You went all extra with the Christmas tree.” says Nick looking at the 7 ft tree that Rooster bought.

“Christmas this year is special. Let’s make it a one to remember” Bradley admits, looking at you. “Can I talk to you?”

“Oh, am, sure!”

You two move to the kitchen, Rooster seems to be a bit agitated. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t think we should lie to Jes- well, to him”

You sigh, knowing that he’s right. How can you lie to that poor kid? You clearly haven’t thought about all the aspects of this ruse.

“Rooster, I know what you mean but… If we tell him, everyone will know. And my father will bring that girl over for you to meet her”

“Yeah, I know. I don’t think we have a choice”

Then, as if that little kid knew you were talking about him, you hear a car park “That’s not Iceman’s car” you adduce, going to open the front door. They shouldn’t be here yet.

Parked in front of the garage is Rebecca’s car. She is opening the door to your five-year-old nephew. Rebecca has a worried expression, and the kid climbs out of the vehicle, a black beanie on his head, and pulls the hoodie up to hide his face from the world.

Rooster, who is beside you, gets closer to the kid, opening his arms to give the younger one a hug. “Hey, buddy! Long time no see”

However, the kid enters the house, ignoring both of you, and runs upstairs.

“He’s been like this all the way back home. I’m sorry, guys. He was excited about his new name but well… He wants it all and he wants it now. I'm happy to see you” Rebecca says, giving each a quick hug.

“Is he okay?”

“He’s been begging me to cut off his hair” Rebecca confesses, making the two of you nod. “I told him to wait to get home, so we could look up for some haircuts and see which one he likes best but…”

“He’s still a five-year-old, Becca. It’s not gonna be easy” you tell her.

Nick joins you outside to hug his sister. “Your son has gone straight to the bathroom. He didn’t even say hi”

You look at Rooster before running all the way to the bathroom with him behind you. Everyone knows that Sarah’s special scissors for cutting Iceman’s hair are in the second drawer. And he knows too. You try to open the door, but it is closed. “Hey buddy, it’s Uncle Roos. Can you open for me?”

“No!” yells a muffled, hurt voice from the other side of the door.

“Y/n, he can hurt himself” Rooster mutters, as if you haven’t thought about it.

“I know, shut up” you knock on the door softly. “Hey bud, can you tell me your name? Mom says you got a new one.”

There’s a silence that prolongs itself for a few seconds. You hold your breath trying to hear what is happening on the other side of the door but all you can hear is the quick, pounding sound of your own heart.

“...Jesse”

“Jesse, huh? That’s such a cool name” you sit on the floor, legs crossed, waiting for this to be a long conversation.

“Thank you. I chose it myself”

“You did? Woah, Jesse. That’s amazing. Much cooler than mine”

“I’m not going to open the door” Jesse’s voice is calmer now, but still full of sadness. It breaks your heart.

“It’s okay, pal. I just wanna talk. It’s been so long since we saw each other, I think you are a lot different now”

“I’m different. But mom doesn’t want me to be different”

You look at Becca over your shoulder. She’s biting her nails off. You need Jesse to open the door. And fast.

“You sure? 'Cause your mom called us this morning and told us to change your room. She wants you to be yourself, sweetheart.”

“It’s that true?” you can hear him pout and it’s so painful to see him like that.

“We got rid of all the princesses and now your room has a lot of Paw Patrol things. And we even found Marshall’s fire truck!”

“Mom, did you do that?” the door is still closed, but he seems to be closer to it now. It's working.

“Uncle Roos and Aunt Thena helped me, but yes. I told them to do it”

“Hey, Jesse” Rooster speaks for the first time in a while. “I know what it is to hate what you see in the mirror. If you open this door, Aunt Thena and I will take you to the hairdresser, so they can get you a good haircut”

“Promise?” Jesse asks, opening the door for you to see him.

“I promise, buddy”

Jesse hugs you and Rooster and then goes to his mom. “I’m sorry, mom… I just wanted to be like the rest”

“I know, baby, I know. But you have to understand that you can’t get everything at the moment. Mom’s not a hairdresser. How was I supposed to cut your hair?”

“I’m sorry… Can I see my room?”

You all laugh at the sudden change in his tone. From being sorrowful to excited. Jesse can be a lot different now, but he’s still a kid, and he will do what a five-year-old does. Be loud, happy, get angry when he doesn’t get what he wants… Normal things for a kid.

“Let’s go see it!”

Nick, Rebecca, and Jesse go to see the room, and you stay sitting on the floor with Roos. It’s been a tiring day. And it’s not even noon.

“I’ll go get the car ready” you say, getting up from the floor and leaving Rooster alone.

I know what it is to hate what you see in the mirror

His words echo in your head, and several questions on the tip of your tongue are trying to make you turn around and find out the meaning behind his words.

You have to remind yourself for a second that you hate him, that he took everything away from you, and that if he has a problem, he has a lot of people he can talk to. He doesn’t need you.

Rooster and Jesse stay at the beauty saloon, and you decide to go to a tactical gear shop nearby, hoping to find the perfect Christmas gift for your nephew. You, luckily, haven’t bought anything yet. And you hope to find a leather flight jacket for Jesse and maybe even get him his own name tag. You thought ‘Marshall’ would be cute as a call sign.

You’re going out of the shop, gift secured in your bag, when your phone begins to ring. You pull it out of your jacket, smiling at the name appearing on the screen.

“Natasha Trace, I love when you call me”

“Are you dating Rooster and you didn’t tell me?! I’M YOUR BEST FRIEND” she yells angrily in your ear. You move the phone away from your ear, but even like that you can hear her.

“Hello to you too, Nat” you roll your eyes.

“Don’t roll your eyes, you little bitch” she says, as if she could see you.

"We're not dating"

"What? Hold on, let me FaceTime you"

She hangs up and calls you again, this time you can see her face frown in a confused expression. "Spill"

"Iceman and my dad were playing matchmakers, and we didn’t want random people at our table on Christmas Eve so… we lied,” you confess, sitting on a bench outside the beauty saloon. Rooster and Jesse are still waiting.

“And here I thought you were finally getting laid”

“Natasha!” you whine, covering your face with your free hand.

“What? Facts only”

“Oh wait, you know who we met this morning?” you say, trying to change the subject. “Mandy”

“Mandy as in Mandy the whore?” she questions.

“That one. She was with Solo. They’re dating” you reveal to your friend. Her eyes are widening more by the second.

“WHAT?! Oh my God do you think that’s why-”

“Y/N? We see each other again!”

You raise your head from the phone and see Mandy in the flesh. Gosh, you hate that stupid face she has.

“Mandy! Nat, wait a second, don’t hang up” you say while getting up “Two times in the same day, what a coincidence!”

She gives you the fakest smile ever, one that seems to be the result of years of practicing. “Yeah, it is a coincidence. Hey, Solo said that the four of us should go out one day, talk about the old times and all”

“Oh, I’d love to, but we have only this week to be with the family, and then we have to go back to the base for months and-”

“What about tomorrow?” she interrupts you, not being interested in anything you have to say. “There’s this pub in the center-”

“O’Malley’s, yeah. I know where it is. Owner’s a friend”

“See you tomorrow at 6, okay?” she insists, and you don’t have any other choice than accepting.

Jesse comes running out of the establishment and grabs your hand. “C’mon auntie, it's my turn!”

“Oh, what a beautiful baby girl! What’s your name, princess?” Mandy says, kneeling down to Jesse’s height.

“I’m not a girl, you old bat” he says, pushing her and running away. You see how Mandy falls and slap your hand against your mouth to not laugh. From any other person, it would seem like you're embarrassed by your nephew’s actions. Those who know you well enough, however… They know you're enjoying every second of this.

“I’m sorry, Mandy. My nephew Jesse is a bit… hot-headed. I’m gonna go with him and give him an earful. We’ll see you tomorrow, okay? Bye!” you move from her quickly, almost running, and when you’re far away, Natasha laughs hysterically.

“Jesus, I love your niece” she says.

“Nephew. It’s Jesse now. I’ll tell you later, okay? Gotta go”

“Take care, Thena”

You hang up and go with the two boys. “Jesse, what you did…”

“Auntie, I know it’s wrong. I just don’t like her”

“What did you do, young man?” Rooster says, walking with him to one of the chairs.

“This old woman who was talking to Aunt Thena called me a ‘girl’. So I pushed her”

“Jess-”

“It was Mandy” you clarify.

Rooster looks at you, then at Jesse, and then at you again. He opens his hand and high-fives the five-year-old. “Don’t tell your Mom”

“What are you going to wear for the party?” Sarah asks you during dinner, hours later, with a happy short-haired Jesse sitting beside you.

“What party?” you look at Rooster, but he shrugs, not having any idea what she is talking about.

“The Christmas Party! Didn’t your father tell you about it?”

You look at your father, who is very interested in the food on his plate. "He didn't tell me anything, as usual."

"Well, the town is holding a Christmas party on the 25th. A formal party. You have to wear a dress." She points at you with her fork. "You're not wearing your uniform, only a dress. Is that clear?"

"Yes ma'am. And what about Bradley?"

"I'll wear a suit, obviously. Have to match with you," he smiles and then leans to whisper something in your ear. "Please, don't choose the dress yourself. You have horrible fashion sense,"

"Says the one that is always wearing Hawaiian shirts"

"They're cool" Bradley defends himself.

"No, they're not" you laugh, and he kicks your leg under the table. "Ouch!"

"Sarah, darling, we need to do the Secret Santa sorting" Tom remembers his wife, helping her clean the table.

"Oh I have it all prepared!" She goes to the living room and comes back with a red Santa Claus hat. "All the names are in here, just pull one. Y/n, dear, you first!"

You smile at her, grabbing a paper from inside the bag and reading it. 'Rooster'.

Is this a joke or what?

You're getting ready to sleep, Rooster refusing for the second night in a row to sleep in the same bed with you, when you remember that you're supposed to meet Mandy tomorrow.

"Bradley"

"No, I'm not sleeping on the bed. If you want to be that close to me, you're gonna need to beg a little more" he says.

"You wish. Anyway, Mandy said to meet tomorrow. She wasn't accepting a no for an answer."

He sits and looks at you. "Are you kidding me?"

“I don’t like the idea either, you know.” you let out.

“Is Solo coming too?” you nod, and he sighs. “You know how to say ‘no’ or do I have to teach you? It’s not that hard, look: ‘something has come up, and I can’t’, ‘We already have plans’. Oh, and this is the simplest one: ‘No.’”

“I know how to say no, Bradshaw”

He laughs dryly. “If you knew how, I wouldn't have to be in the same room with my ex and her new boyfriend. Again”

He turns off the lights and lies down. He tosses around, trying to find the most comfortable position to sleep on the hard floor.

“I’m sorry” you whisper. But you know he can hear you.

“Don’t worry, Thena. Go to sleep”

A few minutes pass, and you can’t sleep. There’s something you need to find out. Something that you can’t stop thinking about, and you know that it will keep you up all night.

“Rooster”

“Jesus, Thena, go to sleep” he complains, but after a few seconds, he gives in with a sigh of defeat. “What?”

“What you said to Jesse… about hating what you see in the mirror… Is that how you feel?”

“Like you care”

“I don’t. I’m just curious. You’re usually proud of that stupid face of yours. So… it doesn’t make sense”

He sits on the floor, his back against the bed, and his head pressed against the mattress. “It’s the scars”

“Really?” you move closer to him, your hand a few inches away from his hair.

“Yeah… It’s a constant reminder of how I almost killed us” he admits, his sorrowful voice almost a whisper.

Your hand moves automatically to your belly, your fingers finding the scarred skin. You had your own scars, too. And you wish you could tell him that it wasn’t his fault but… it doesn’t matter how many times you’ve tried. He still blames himself.

“If it makes you feel better, lots of girls at base are obsessed with those scars. And even some boys.”

“Why are you trying to make me feel better?” he questions, and you also want to know why.

“Because I don’t want to see you broody all day. That wouldn’t make me look like a good girlfriend” you scoff.

“Aw, it’s little Y/n worried about me?” he mocks, lying down again.

“Good night, Bradshaw” you say, pulling the blankets over your head.

You dream about the accident. You dream about a young Rooster parking at the front of your house, ringing your doorbell repeatedly and yelling for you to open the door. It’s been years but it feels like yesterday.

Bradley’s coping mechanism when Carole died was alcohol. That same night, he got really drunk and drove to your house. It was late. When you opened the door, the emptiness in his eyes was the only explanation you needed. She was gone. And Bradley didn’t know how to live in a world without her.

You managed to get Rooster into his car, snatching the keys away from him and driving him to his home. You knew Maverick would be very worried about him.

But, you never made it to Rooster’s house. A truck driver fell asleep and swatched lanes, forcing you to swerve. The car crashed against a tree. You don’t remember a thing, just waking up with a big stomach wound and a body full of scratches.

Rooster took the worst part. People thought he wouldn’t make it, that he didn’t want to make it. He was giving up.

He opened his eyes again three days after the accident.

It wasn’t your fault. Or his. Well, he shouldn’t have driven to your house under the influence. He knows that and you, too. But nobody could have expected the truck. And he wasn’t driving when you crashed. You were driving. If someone was to take fault here, it should be you.

But it didn’t matter how much you tried to make Rooster understand that he wasn’t the one to blame. He never listened. And you know he never will.

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Bound in Fire and Blood [Aemond Targaryen x Reader]

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Summary: You are the younger twin sister of Aemond Targaryen and the second youngest child to King Viserys and Queen Alicent. Growing up you were extremely close to your twin brother, practically inseparable and as you continued to grow, you realized your feelings for him were more than just a sibling love….

TRIGGER WARNING: This is a story of incest (obviously, it’s Game of Thrones). It contains strong depictions of sexual content and blood. Please read at your own risk.

Warnings in this chapter: Contains spoilers for episode eight, The Lord of the Tides.

A/N: Sorry for the delay of updates. It is most likely going to stay to once a week updates from now on. But every day or every other day I’m trying to fulfill one shot requests about HOTD characters + actors (Ewan Mitchell being the most requested 🥰). If you would ever like a request, just drop one through my ask box. 💚

Chapter Seventeen: The Calm Before the Storm

Gif doesn’t belong to me 💚

Three years later

The gods seemed to be smiling down on the twin green dragons, as though they knew they made the right decision. Princess Helaena shortly became Aegon II’s second wife and they were to quick to have children; twins by the name of Jaehaera and Jaehaerys who were coming close to their third name day and a babe that was only a few months old by the name of Maelor. You did feel horrible that Helaena had to marry Aegon in the end, although she reassured you it was her duty of House Targaryen and she cares more that you are happy with Aemond.

You had your hands clasped in front of you while standing in the courtyard with a small smile on your lips. Your arms cupped around your budding stomach that was barely noticeable, the only ones knowing that you were with child a second time were your mother and siblings. Your father was the only one to not know; you were waiting for the right moment but it was as though it never seemed to be the right time. Your trips to see him with Vhaenys at night even became less frequent.

You watched as Aemond tried to block Ser Criston’s strikes, only for his shield to be knocked out of his hand by Morningstar. You smirked lightly knowing he was not going to take that well. As the two of you got older, the more aggressive of a swordsman he became.

As more people gathered around to watch the young Prince, the louder the whispers became, although it was not about the Targaryen prince. Rhaenyra and her family were to arrive today for the trial of her second eldest son’s parentage and claim to the throne on Driftmark. Everyone knew the truth and that was that Lucerys along with Jacaerys and Joffrey were bastards.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when Aemond got the upper hand and a wide smile came onto your lips. You giggled while clapping for him, everyone cheering.

Criston laughed a bit, the sweat beading down his forehead. “Well done, my prince,” He said, still catching his breath a bit. “You will be winning tourneys in no time.”

“I don’t give a shit about tourneys,” Aemond began, turning his gaze ahead of him. “Nephews…have you come to train?”

You turned to look at his direction, noticing Jace and Luke. You frowned a bit while looking over them. Lucerys looked nervous, terrified even meanwhile his elder brother had a look of anger and disgust.

You walked closer to Aemond with a small smile and kissed his cheek lightly, his gaze turning to you. “Well done, my husband,” You whispered while placing a hand on his arm, your violet eyes wandering back to your nephews.

“Thank you, love,” Aemond replied and turned to get his shield back.

You sighed and looked down at your hands, glancing back up to your nephews. In the nine years that you have not seen them, you have learned forgiveness. You knew though your husband has not been the same way.

Everyone’s attention turned to the gates when it opened, Lord Vaemond walking through with a handful of guards. He had a smug look on his features as he passed by the group, his eyes on Lucerys.

“Aemond, we should go,” You spoke softly grabbing onto his arm once more.

“Why? I want to catch up with my sweet nephews,” Aemond said with a taunting tone to his voice.

“Aemond,” You scowled, your voice firm.

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“Why do you defend them?”

“What?” You asked laughing a bit.

“Those bastards,” Aemond clarified watching you grab a shawl to drape over yourself. Your stomach may have been small, but the wrong person could notice and gossip would surely spread. “You were quick to go to their side.”

“Aemond,” You said with a sigh and walked close to your husband. You held onto his arm lightly and smiled when he looked at you. “You are being paranoid. I am always going to side with my husband.”

Aemond looked over you and let out a sigh. “I know you would choose me over them. I do not need to be paranoid.”

You giggled as he began to lead you to the throne room. “I would always choose you, my love.”

You stood on one side of the throne room, your eyes settled on the Blacks who was not too far away. Due to your father’s health, your grandsire was in charge of the trial. You knew it would give Rhaenyra and her son an unfair advantage although you dared not say it out loud.

You glanced towards Aegon who stood on the other side of Aemond. You knew he was still hurt from your choice to annul the marriage and he has hardly acknowledged your existence since. It was clear how unhappy he was with his marriage to your elder sister though, yet you were relieved to finally be with the love of your life.

You wrapped the golden shawl tight around your body as Rhaenyra took the stand although she was interrupted when the doors opened. All heads turned as the King was announced, a small smile coming onto your lips. Even though he was so frail, it was relieving to see him.

It was hard to see him struggle towards the Iron Throne, although everyone respected his wish to let him climb the steps on his own. You kept a hand lightly on Aemond’s arm while your father’s brother helped him up the last few steps and onto the throne, your eyes wandering down as you lightly felt the leather of your husband’s jacket.

You took a deep breath as the court commenced, your eyes flickering up to Lord Vaemond while the Princess Rhaenys made a marriage pact. He clearly did not look pleased, protesting that he would not allow such actions.

“Say it,” You heard your uncle challenge Vaemond.

Vaemond had a smirk on his lips, his eyes connecting with Rhaenyra’s. “Her children…are bastards!” He shouted, his voice booming through the throne room. “And she…is a whore,” He spat, the venom clear in his voice.

You glanced over to your father as he brandished his knife. “I will have your tongue for that,” He threatened.

You closed your eyes remembering the threat your father made all those years ago. One would have their tongue cut out if they questioned the parentage of Rhaenyra’s three eldest sons.

You opened your eyes, gasping as Daemon suddenly sliced Vaemond’s head in two, his body collapsing to the ground, blood everywhere.

“He can keep his tongue,” Daemon said, leaning against his sword- Dark Sister- while looking up at his brother.

You looked up at your husband, a small frown on your lips as you squeezed his arm tightly while your mother quickly ushered you and your siblings out.

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You stood beside Helaena while everyone waited for the King, your father having wanted a dinner with his entire family again.

“Are you excited to be a mother again?” She whispered out, placing a hand on your stomach.

You giggled lightly with a soft smile and nodded. “Yes, I am and I know Aemond is too.”

“I can not wait to have another,” Helaena said a bit dreamily.

You smiled lovingly at your sister, knowing she was not happy with Aegon but she at least had her children. You glanced over when the doors opened and took your seat beside your husband.

You looked over at Aemond noticing his eye was set across the table, looking over at Lucerys and Rhaena; Luke was looking a bit worrisome but you knew Aemond was smart enough to not try anything at dinner. Not while your father was there at least.

You sighed as you took a sip of your wine after your prayer to the seven. You knew your mother was still not happy with what you said three years ago, yet you ended up getting what you wanted.

You smiled as the feast commenced after a heartfelt speech from Viserys. You knew the one thing that mattered most to him was family and it meant a lot for everyone to, at least pretend, to be cordial.

You stared at your husband when he stood up, his chair scraping across the floor. You held his hand to urge him back down and he only sat back down after Jace made a toast to him and Aegon. Aemond looked over at you, a glare settled on his face.

He jerked his hand away from yours, narrowing his eye a bit. You shook your head while frowning, looking down at your wine cup, taking a long drink of it. You were loyal to your husband, yet he needed to learn not when to act like a child.

You relaxed in your seat, frowning more when your father was carried out and sighed. You were about to stand up and announce you were retiring early, feeling a bit ill but quickly shut your mouth when the kitchen maids came in with a roasted pig. You stared at it while they sat in front of your husband, closing your eyes when you heard Luke laugh. You were not there for the pink dread prank but Aemond did complain about how embarrassed he was, his sole blame being on the bastards.

You jumped when Aemond suddenly punched the table and stood up with his cup raised. “Final tribute,” He declared. “To the health of my nephews: Jace, Luke, and Joffrey. Each of them handsome, wise…hm…strong.”

“Aemond,” Your mother warned as you stood up.

A frown settled on your lips as he continued on; “Come…let us drain our cups to these three strong boys.”

“I dare you to say it again,” Jace said boldly, Aemond’s attention turning towards him with his cup still in his hand.

“Why? Twas only a compliment. Do you not think yourself strong?”

Aemond chuckled as Jace suddenly punched him, Luke trying to help but Aegon pinned him to the table. Your husband only laughed, proud of his comment as he set his goblet down while your mother rushed over.

“Why would you say something like that in before all of these people?” She hissed.

“I was merely expressing how proud I was of my family, Mother,” Aemond began removing his arm from her grasp turning to Jace and Luke who were being held by the kingsguard. “Mm, though it seems as though my nephews aren’t quite as proud of theirs.”

“Do not act like a child,” You hissed at your husband who turned his attention to you, shocked. You sighed at him before following your nephews out. “Jace,” You called softly. “Luke.”

The two turned and frowned at the sight of you. “Did you need something, aunt?” Jace asked softly.

You sighed softly, looking down at your hands with furrowed brows. “I want to apologize for Aemond’s antics.”

Jace shook his head a bit. “You should not be the one apologizing.”

“Yes, but he is still my husband.”

Jace gave you a small smile. “It is quite all right, really.”

You took a deep breath watching them begin to walk off once more. “Wait,” You called walking closer to the two of them. You frowned looking between the two boys, both spitting images of Ser Harwin Strong. “I forgive the two of you.”

“For what?” Luke asked, frowning.

“For what happened all those years ago…both sides were in the wrong and I believe now may be the only chance I can say my peace.”

Jace smiled lightly, taking your hands in his. “All is forgiven, aunt,” He said quietly and leaned up kissing your cheek lightly.

You returned his smiled, looking over at Luke although his gaze was elsewhere. You followed his gaze and frowned at the sight of Aemond who was clearly angry. You quickly left to be at your husband’s side, Aemond glaring down at you.

“We will discuss this matter on the morrow,” He hissed out, grabbing you roughly by the arm to lead you to your marital chambers.

You sighed while looking down with a frown, staying silent. You had a pit feeling in your stomach, not knowing what the morrow is going to bring.

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