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Breed My Alpha | YoonMin

Pairing: Yoongi/Jimin Genre: smut, fluff, mxm AU: A/B/O. Alpha Min Yoongi, Omega Jimin Wordcount: 4,395 Summary: Alpha Yoongi loves when Jimin goes into heat because the omega seems to think he’s actually the alpha and Yoongi *loves* going along with it. Warnings: smut smut smut. mxm, bruh i don't even know how to warn this. it's straight up smut where jimin wants to fuck yoongi. mentions of slick, alpha/omega dynamics. mentions of breeding. smut without a real plot Rating: M / 18+ AN: This took five hundred years to write between the chaos of life, a promotion at work, trying to have a social life, and just being in a ridiculous funk for months. But we did it, folks. We did it. @gimmethatagustd inspired the prompt, and made me a moodboard, and convinced me to join a fest on twitter and now here we are. This is for the omegajiminfest on AO3. Baby's first mxm, first A/B/O and first smut in *months*. thank you to my fave @theharrowing for beta reading and of course beautiful Jai for encouraging me to finish this mess 🥰 Masterlist | AO3 | Twitter | AskBox

The second Yoongi puts his key in the lock of the front door, he can smell it.

It’s a perfect mixture of mandarins, grapefruit, bergamot, juniper, and rosemary. The combination of his alpha’s and Jimin’s omega’s scents.

It almost has Yoongi growling.

“Here we go.” Yoongi mumbles to himself with a smile, slowly opening the door and stepping inside, bracing himself for the next few days

He had been at work, mind replaying the morning earlier when he woke up to Jimin whimpering in his sleep and the undeniable smell of his heat coming.

He asked the omega if he wanted Yoongi to stay, but he denied him, saying he felt fine.

He got the voice memo just after lunch.

“Alpha. Need you. Where are you? Yoongi, need alpha.” He was borderline sobbing between pants. Yoongi could practically hear the way he was rutting against the sheets, looking for any kind of friction.

Thank god he thought to wear his headphones before playing it. He doesn’t want to know what his assistant would’ve thought.

Yoongi sent him a text back saying to wait and ended his work day early, telling his boss he’d be out of office for a few days.

He rushed to the closest convenience store, stocking up on instant meals, snacks, and various drinks. He also made sure to grab a bottle of lube. Omegas don’t need it, producing their own slick, but Yoongi knows his omega mate all too well. Sometimes he asks for specific things an omega generally doesn’t. So he gets the lube, and maybe he’ll give his omega what he wants this time.

He’s quick to put the groceries away after toeing off his shoes at the door.

Once complete, he takes a deep breath, his wolf prancing in his chest.

Omega is waiting. Hurry, hurry, hurry.

Just to spite his wolf, Yoongi takes his time moving to the bedroom, slowly crawling up the stairs as the omega’s pheromones get stronger. He can hear the whines of his mate halfway up the steps and it only teases his wolf more.

When he opens the bedroom door, his eyes immediately lock onto Jimin, who, in the time it took for Yoongi to leave for work and come home, had rearranged the bed, turning it into a full-on nest of pillows and blankets. Yoongi had tried sneaking some of his dirty clothes from the laundry into the bed the night before when he had a feeling the heat was coming, but Jimin never liked dirty laundry on the bed or his nest, so they got tossed to the floor.

“Alpha?” Jimin’s voice cracks, head barely lifting to look behind him. He’s on his stomach, wearing only his underwear, clutching the pillow underneath him as he slowly rolls his hips into the bed.

“I’m here, Jimin.” He stands at the edge of the bed, taking off his blazer and belt, watching his mate try to relieve himself. He can see how soaked his tight briefs are and he has to fight the wolf to do what he wants.

“Yoongi. It hurts.”

“I know, baby. I’m here now, it’s okay.” His voice soothes as his own pheromones blend with Jimin’s, calming the omega’s anxiousness as he crawls onto the bed on his hands and knees. Jimin quietly whines every time Yoongi’s lips meet his spine, following the moon tattoos up to the back of his neck.

“You’re so pretty, omega. My beautiful omega.” A purr vibrates through Yoongi’s chest as he nuzzles his nose just under Jimin’s ear, teasing at the scent gland.

“Please.”

“Hmm?” Yoongi’s lips curl up into a grin, his teeth grazing over the gland and next to the claim mark he gave him a little over a year ago. “What do you want, Jimin?”

“You.”

“Me?”

“Alpha. Need alpha’s knot.”

“Oh, so you don’t want me, you just want to use me.” Yoongi teases, licking and sucking anywhere but the scent gland.

“No!” He tries raising his head to turn to his mate, but the side of his head is quickly pushed back into the pillow by Yoongi’s large hand. Jimin whines at the force, even though it is very light.

“No?” Yoongi teases, fingers tangling in the smaller’s hair for a moment.

“Not using you. Need you. Want you. Please, please, please.” He’s almost sobbing, hips lifting to try to meet Yoongi’s crotch with his ass.

“Okay, okay. I hear you. How bad do you want me and my knot, baby?”

“Please.” He cries, tears falling into the pillow.

“That’s not what I asked.”

“Need you so bad. So, so, so bad, Yoongi.”

“Ass up, omega.”

God, Yoongi loves how obedient Jimin’s omega is. Outside of heats, Jimin is a brat in bed. He’s constantly going against Yoongi’s orders, not that he gives that many to begin with. But he’s always talking back, trying to take power away from Yoongi. Which, to be fair, Yoongi loves. If anything, he gets more turned on the more dominating Jimin tries to be.

But Jimin in heat? That’s a whole other Jimin for Yoongi to fall in love with.

Yoongi’s barely off him before Jimin’s pushing his ass up, settling on his knees and hugging the pillow under him. Yoongi rolls up his sleeves, laughing as Jimin gives his ass a little wiggle and Yoongi can’t resist giving it a quick smack, grinning at the sound Jimin makes in response.

“That’s my omega. Can I take these off?”

“Yes. Please. Please, please, please.”

Yoongi’s grin grows, teeth showing, as he rips the underwear off, not wanting to waste time pulling the fabric down his legs, and tossing it to the floor.

Large hands spread Jimin’s cheeks as Yoongi’s chest swells with pride at just how wet his omega is for him.

“Oh, baby. You’ve been suffering all this time while I was at work?”

Jimin tries to answer, he really tries. But all words escape him, only a loud muffled moan, when Yoongi’s licking directly across his hole.

If you asked Yoongi what his favorite snack was, he’d say Jimin. And everyone would laugh, thinking it was a joke, an attempt to tease Jimin and make him flustered in front of his friends. But Jimin and Yoongi both know that he’s being completely serious.

The man loves eating ass. Specifically Jimin’s. Specifically Jimin’s when he’s in heat.

Omega tastes so good. His alpha screams in his chest, encouraging Yoongi to practically devour Jimin, fingers and tongue slipping past his rim to open him up quickly.

Jimin comes twice before Yoongi decides to give in to his alpha’s demands, crawling over his omega, kissing up his spine and trailing over his moon tattoos.

“Such a good omega. So perfect.” His voice rasps against Jimin’s skin.

“Yoongi, alpha. Please.” Jimin whines again, voice on the edge of being broken.

Yoongi’s quick to get off the bed again, removing the rest of his clothing until he’s naked before crawling back onto the bed.

“I got you, baby. You don’t have to wait any longer.” Yoongi smirks, sitting back on his knees, his hands lazily sliding down Jimin’s torso to his hips. One hand stays there, holding him tight, while the other lines up his erection to Jimin’s soaked hole, wasting no time in pushing past the rim.

And Jimin purrs.

And Yoongi’s mind is gone.

Omega happy. Omega likes us. More, more, more.

The moan mixed with the purring from the small omega kicks Yoongi’s alpha into overdrive.

Knot him. Breed the omega. Pups. Need pups. Make the omega happy and pregnant.

“Fuck, baby.” Yoongi’s voice cracks, wincing from the mix of pleasure and pain from how tight Jimin’s clenching around him. As if Jimin is trying to milk Yoongi for everything he’s got and he hasn’t even formed his knot yet.

His hips have a mind of their own, pistoning into Jimin at a pace neither is prepared for. Jimin mindlessly pressing his ass back when Yoongi stutters, demanding he keep going.

None of what Jimin’s mumbling through his cries makes any sense, and honestly, Yoongi is so focused on not coming immediately, that he’s barely paying attention.

Knot the omega. Our omega. We love our omega.

Yoongi’s desperate to keep his alpha quiet, but it’s impossible when his omega is splayed under him, begging for his alpha.

“Alpha— knot. Plea—. Need it.” Jimin’s voice cuts through the alpha’s internal screams, delightfully prancing around at the request. And Yoongi can feel it forming. The knotted bulge around the base of his cock, growing bigger with each thrust and press against Jimin’s ass.

It’s a heavy mix of praise and begging, whining and growling, panting and gasping from both men until Yoongi’s knot finally pushes past Jimin’s rim, his hole swallowing it completely.

“Alpha!” Jimin squeaks underneath Yoongi, whose body slumps over the younger’s back, teeth gently dragging along Jimin’s scent gland as a hand snakes its way under the omega, finding his cock and slowly stroking it.

“Gonna fill you with pups, omega. You ready for me?” His voice gently rumbles against Jimin’s ear who nods quickly, smattering of words of yes, please, and calling of his alpha spilling past his lips.

Yoongi sinks his teeth into Jimin’s neck, almost perfectly over the claim mark, and with two more short thrusts, growls as his orgasm completely stills him.

Jimin’s perfectly still as well, save for the bursts of his own orgasm shooting past Yoongi’s fingers and onto the bed.

It’s euphoric, every time that Jimin’s in heat and takes Yoongi’s knot. When Yoongi’s in his rut, his alpha completely takes over and it’s like watching himself be with his mate. His alpha is feral; claiming the omega over and over, marking and scenting him so any and every alpha, beta, and omega knows Jimin is his omega.

But when Jimin goes into heat outside of Yoongi’s rut?

He gets to enjoy every moment.

Every moan, every whine, every begging word, and every time Jimin clenches around him.

Which is why he’s slow to release his hold on Jimin’s neck as he presses his hips further against the pliant omega.

It’s only once he feels his knot go down and Jimin’s stomach feels fuller, that he releases his neck from his jaws.

“Good omega, you did so well for your alpha.” He purrs into Jimin’s ear, licking over the fresh bite mark, “So so so good. Took my knot so deep, didn’t you?”

Jimin turns his head to the side, finally showing his face. There’s drying tears on across his cheeks, his lips swollen from biting down too hard.

He’s beautiful.

He nods slowly, eyes failing to stay open.

“Don’t fall asleep yet, baby. I’m gonna pull out and clean you up now, okay? Then we can nap until your heat spikes again.”

Jimin whines again. But it’s not the omega whine, it’s a “Jimin’s being stubborn” whine.

“Don’t even.” Yoongi smirks, kissing his cheek and slowly pulling out, hand rubbing his backside through the pain.

He rushes off to the bathroom, grabbing a warm and wet washcloth and a change of clothes. But when he comes back, Jimin’s fast asleep. Yoongi’s eyes roll as he quietly cleans the omega, not bothering to put pajamas on him, leaving soft kisses where he can. He crawls into the bed and curls around his omega, holding him close as he falls asleep to the sound of pleasant purrs.

The next twenty-eight hours pass like this. They sleep, Jimin wakes up, heat spiking, and rouses a sleeping Yoongi to wake and give him what he needs.

And Yoongi’s not one to ever deny his mate, letting Jimin suck his alpha’s cock until he’s hard and ready to go. Or when Jimin takes Yoongi roughly in the shower when the elder is just trying to clean the omega, but the smell of grapefruit and juniper is enhanced by the steam.

There are moments when Yoongi has to momentarily drag the omega to the kitchen to have food and drink something. Or carry him, bridal style, to the bath while Yoongi changes some of the sheets, letting the freshly washed Jimin be the one to rearrange the nest until he’s satisfied.

There are many cries of “my alpha” and “my omega” exchanged, Jimin being way more clingy and possessive than usual. It’s all pretty standard and almost routine, but still so sweetly domestic.

Until Yoongi wakes up to Jimin sitting on the alpha’s legs, rubbing his hardened cock against Yoongi’s as his lips kiss along his jawline and throat.

“Jimin, what are you doing?”

“Taking care of my alpha.” He purrs in response, kissing down his alpha’s stomach, lips just avoiding the heavy cock resting there.

“And how are you gonna do that?” His words tease, but the tone is adoration.

“Gonna knot you.” Jimin’s lips leave wet trails on the skin alongside Yoongi’s cock, still just barely ignoring its existence. He nuzzles the space where his hip meets his inner thigh.

“Oh, really?” Yoongi’s legs inch apart just slightly at the visual.

Jimin’s quick to nod for his alpha, nibbling the delicate skin until it bruises.

“Yeah, gonna knot, fill alpha up with my pups.”

Yoongi wants to tell him that’s not how it works. Jimin is an omega, there’s no way he can form a knot.

It’s physically impossible.

But, fuck, does Yoongi wanna see Jimin try.

So he parts his legs further, giving Jimin permission and access.

“You better open me up first so I can take it. Your alpha can’t take a knot like you can.” He runs his fingers through Jimin’s hair, the omega looks so fucked out already, but so excited at the same time.

“You’ll take my knot so well.” He purrs again, his ass wiggling in the air. Yoongi knows that wiggle. That’s the omega presenting, waiting desperately for his alpha’s cock.

Yoongi’s wolf is screaming at this point.

Omega wants us. Omega is ready.

Nope, he’s going to ignore it. Tonight, Jimin is the alpha. Yoongi is the omega in heat, waiting to be bred.

Yoongi only recently started letting Jimin play alpha in bed. He knows of alphas mating with their own sub genders, but he’s never taken part. He’s only ever been with omegas and only ever topped.

But along came omega Jimin, who one day with a shy smile and a soft dusting of a blush, asked if he could go down on his alpha. Yoongi thought Jimin just wanted to give him head, so when he agreed, he was confused by how excited Jimin was.

Sure, Jimin gave mind blowing head for a moment, but his tongue eventually dragged its way past his balls, lifting them out of the way to the small rim of muscles, making the alpha jump, his fingers pulling at the omega’s hair.

It took some convincing from Jimin, but Yoongi eventually gave in, letting the smaller of the two eat him out, eventually introducing a finger. Yoongi will never forget how it felt the first time Jimin fingered him. The way his toes curled, the hand not tangled in Jimin’s hair gripping the sheets as he tried to relax more.

That’s the furthest they’ve ever gone with it, though. Yoongi’s been too nervous to actually bottom for Jimin; or rather, his alpha’s pride felt threatened. So Jimin would only ever get a few fingers in, massaging his prostate with them while his other hand squeezed his growing knot, making Yoongi have the most mind numbing orgasms every time.

But today feels different. Yoongi can feel his alpha screaming, but he ignores it. He wants this. Wants Jimin.

“Don’t make me wait, omega.” Yoongi growls through gritted teeth as Jimin leaves small bites on either side of his inner thighs.

“I’m not an omega.” Jimin glares, daring to pout at Yoongi who just smiles, running his fingers through the smaller’s hair.

“Of course, I’m sorry alpha.” Yoongi bites back the teasing grin, shifting his hips. Jimin purrs in response, face nuzzling against a fresh bite mark on his hip.

“Good alpha.” Jimin smiles, lightly kissing the mark.

“Me alpha, or you alpha?” Jimin looks up in response, annoyed at Yoongi’s question. It makes the older laugh, “Baby, I need to know how this is going to go. Don’t be mad. Am I alpha or omega?”

It’s like he can actually see the gears turning in the omega’s brain as he tries to figure it out before he finally responds with a quiet, “My alpha…”

“And you’re alpha, too?”

“Your alpha.”

“Sounds good. Now, come on, alpha. I need you.”

Jimin smirks in response, delicate fingers wrapping around Yoongi’s cock and giving a gentle squeeze. Yoongi’s chest rumbles, a groan ripping through his throat.

Jimin wastes no more time, wrapping his perfect lips around the tip of Yoongi’s cock and sucking, his tongue pressing against the slit to make Yoongi’s squirm.

“Jimin-ah…”

He doesn’t get a response in the form of words, just Jimin lowering his mouth down around the alpha’s erection. He stops just shy of where his knot would form and the tip hits the back of his throat. Yoongi’s fingers tangle in Jimin’s blonde hair, tentatively pushing his head down further.

Yoongi’s words are muffled in his moans, but it’s when Jimin’s finger teases at Yoongi’s hole that he has to fight off his alpha, who desperately wants to flip Jimin around and sink as deep into him as he can go.

“No teasing, alpha.” Yoongi growls in warning. Jimin’s eyes glance up at him, moving his mouth off Yoongi’s cock and smiling at the way Yoongi’s biting his bottom lip.

He hovers back above the alpha, small hands wrapping around Yoongi’s wrists as he slowly moves them to sit on the pillow above Yoongi’s head. Yoongi’s quick to understand the silent order, tangling his fingers together as if his wrists were bound.

“Be good for me.”

“Always.”

Jimin’s omega preens at the obedient alpha, shuffling back down and spreading Yoongi’s legs more before licking his hole.

“Jimi-ah—.”

Jimin hums in response, taking that as a sign to not hold back.

And while Yoongi loves eating ass, Jimin’s mouth is designed for it.

It drives Yoongi insane. His alpha howling at the sensation.

Jimin uses the moans and growls to push forward, tongue diving past the ring of muscles and working him open.

“Jimin.” His voice cracks, and Jimin glances up, giving the alpha a pointed look.

It takes Yoongi a second to click what he said wrong.

“Alpha,” the omega smiles at the correction, kissing the sensitive space between his balls and hole. Yoongi tosses his head back into the pillow, continuing to fight his alpha, “Chim, you know I can’t produce my own slick, I have lube in the drawer.”

He managed to remember to bring the lube to the bedroom after drawing a bath for Jimin last night and letting him rest by himself.

Jimin’s head perks up further, eyes finding the drawer in question. Yoongi bites back a laugh at the way Jimin quickly crawls away from Yoongi and to the drawer, pulling out the small bottle of lube.

Yoongi closes his eyes, willing himself to rely on his senses and holding back his alpha, giving himself completely to Jimin. He hears the click of the bottle opening, the almost obscene squelch of the lube being squeezed onto Jimin’s fingers. He hears Jimin crawling back into position, and feels the way his free hand slide’s up Yoongi’s thigh, as if to warn him of what’s coming.

But he’s not ready for the cold shock of the lube, hips bucking up and away at the contact of fingers pressing against his hole.

“Cold.” He’s quick to breathe out.

“Never liked lube…” Jimin mutters, slowly pushing two fingers in and curling them up. Yoongi hisses at the sensation, relaxing immediately at how Jimin somehow always manages to find the perfect spot to press.

“I don’t have slick. This is how it’ll have to be, Jimin-ah.” His eyes are shut, but he can hear the way Jimin’s hand leaves Yoongi, quietly playing with the lube between his fingers.

The wild thing about relying on the other senses by depriving oneself of one is those other senses get amplified. Which is why when Yoongi mentions slick, he can smell the slick coming from his omega. He can feel the way Jimin repositions himself. Can hear the way he reaches behind himself to gather up his own slick.

This time, when Jimin presses his fingers in, it’s a lot easier, almost warm, and Yoongi has no time to process that it’s Jimin’s own slick being used as lube before he’s bucking his hips up when Jimin’s fingers curl inside.

Jimin works him open, mixing the lube with his own slick to get Yoongi open enough.

“Doing so well, my alpha.” He praises absentmindedly, eyes focused on the way his fingers spread Yoongi open.

Yoongi can’t respond, how could he? He can only let out soft sounds of pleasure until Jimin is crawling back over him, delicate kisses trailing up his skin.

“Fuck me.”

It’s said out of breath, desperate, needy.

Jimin nods, a shy smile flashing across his face.

Jimin covers his cock in more of his own slick and a small amount of lube (he really hates the stuff) and positions himself between Yoongi’s legs.

“I love you, alpha.” He whispers it against Yoongi’s lips, not giving him a chance to respond when he pushes the tip of his cock in.

It’s hot open mouth breaths against one another as they’re both gasping at the feeling. Jimin’s inside of his alpha. He’s fucking Yoongi for once.

It feels too fucking good.

Jimin gives Yoongi a moment to relax once he’s bottomed out, soft kisses on his lips, cheeks, down to his throat and scent gland.

“My sweet alpha. Doing so well.” He praises, running his tongue along the gland, both scents intensifying around them.

“Knot me, Chim. Please, fuck me.” Yoongi’s voice falters, hips lifting to try to meet Jimin’s and make him move. His hands are gripping the pillow tight. He wants to destroy it to avoid touching Jimin.

Jimin presses him back down, hand gripping the older’s hip to keep him in place, and pulls out until it’s just the tip. He starts out slow, getting Yoongi adjusted to the feel and the stretch until he’s practically begging for more.

“My perfect alpha. Gonna knot you. Breed you. Fuck you so full of my cum. My beautiful alpha.”

Yoongi can only cry out in pleasure, hands finally ripping the pillow above his head, finally grabbing Jimin to bring his mouth to his in a sloppy and needy kiss.

It’s when Yoongi purrs that Jimin officially loses it.

“Present for me.” It’s a simple instruction, a basic command Yoongi has given Jimin countless times, yet it makes Yoongi’s mind hazy as he rushes to comply. He feels so empty when Jimin pulls out, desperate for Jimin to fill him up again, he gets to his hands and knees, ass straight up in the air.

“Good alpha.” Jimin purrs, hands grabbing at the flesh of his ass and watching the way Yoongi’s hole flutters for him.

“Just for you, alpha.” Yoongi whines into a not destroyed pillow, cursing when Jimin pushes back in.

“You take me so well, baby. So fucking perfect for me.” A hand slides up and down his back as he fucks him like it’s his only goal in life to bring pleasure.

Yoongi whines, pleasure intensifying and making it hard to stay coherent as he takes everything Jimin gives him.

He doesn’t even notice when Jimin pulls him up to just his knees, one hand around his torso, the other on his hip. He leaves wet kisses along his neck as the alpha leans his head back on Jimin’s shoulder.

“That’s it, alpha. You wanna come around my cock? Let me knot you and fill you up? Make you mine?”

“Please. Jimi—oh fuck. Please.” His words are broken, the intensity of his orgasm building as both of Jimin’s hands reach for his cock. One hand squeezing the base where his knot should be forming while the other teases the tip mercilessly.

“Come for me, alpha. Let me feel it.” His whispered command breaks the alpha, crying out, body shaking but not falling as Jimin keeps him close, milking his orgasm from his cock. It’s the most intense feeling, hands around his sensitive cock while being fucked so deep at the same time.

He fucking loves it.

“Fuck I’m coming, too.” Jimin quickly latches his teeth into Yoongi’s neck, right on the scent gland. He pistons into Yoongi a few more times before stopping suddenly, finally coming deep inside.

It feels so good, so intense, Yoongi comes a second time. It’s not as intense, a small aftershock orgasm, but it’s so fucking good that they both fall forward when Jimin is done.

The room is silent, save for the two catching their breaths, until a soft giggle comes from the omega. Yoongi turns to his side, Jimin falling to his opposite side to face the alpha.

“What?” Yoongi asks out of breath still.

“Thank you.” Jimin whispers, “for letting me do that. I know your alpha must’ve been fighting you the entire time. I know my omega was.”

“It was. But, it gave in at the end. Felt too fucking good.”

“Yes it did.” Jimin giggles and Yoongi's alpha feels so damn proud.

“I think it broke my heart, though.” Jimin smiles, half-moon eyes showing and making Yoongi smile in return.

“We’ll take today to rest and make sure. I’ll take care of you, baby.”

“Shouldn’t I take care of you?” He pouts and Yoongi has to give the full gummy smile.

“No, baby. I’m fine.”

“But the alpha should take care of the—”

“I’m okay, Chim. I promise. If anything, we can take care of each other. Okay?”

“Bath”

“Let’s nap a little first and then, yes, we’ll have a bath together.”

Jimin nods in agreement, pushing his body forward until the two are cuddling and his face is buried in the alpha’s neck.

“I love you, Min Yoongi, my alpha.”

“I love you, Park Jimin, my beautiful omega.”

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wexhappyxfew · 1 month

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24. whispering in their ear, lips touching the skin

For Annie and Brady please!!! I adore them and your writing!

HI ANON!!!! thank you so much for stopping by the askbox!! greatly appreciated, especially when it is annie and brady!! :) these two have my heart and deserve all the best things life has to offer. please enjoy this take on the prompt and these two just being so soft on each other (and brady well....brady being BOLD). lmao! ENJOYYYY!!! thank you for all the love on them! :D

you in my A-2

(a/n): partially inspired by the prompt, partially by an ask i got earlier. just....annie x brady getting more and more comfortable and slowly realizing things about this war that they didn't realize earlier. them. them them them. i need them to be the happiest they can be when this is all done :')

Ever since that first night in the Stalag that she'd crawled into the bunk with Brady, it had become a nightly thing that she'd evacuate by the time morning came, but yearned for with each passing day.

Where it was just the two of them, side by side, curled into one another's bodies, their eyes the only innocent thing held between one another in this horrid place.

Sometimes they'd talk, whispering quietly between another about random things, about some of the sad things of the world, about their lives back home that would be entirely different if they ever got out of here. Sometimes they'd just stare at each other, with what little light there was from the moon outside or the lights from the guard huts outside.

And by that point, Brady would usually thread his fingers into her somewhat tangled hair and she'd apologize for something she could hardly control and he'd whisper all the sweet things that it was fine, he just wanted to be there with her. And that usually lent to her fingertips brushing against his stubbled cheeks, her pointer finger tracing all those stress lines that popped out when it was just them, or she'd let her hands dip into his hair and brush it back in a calming motion that usually got him right to sleep.

And so by morning, when she was back in her bunk, curled in her blanket, looking across the way as people would start moving about, waking up, rubbing their eyes, yawning and stretching, she'd meet Brady's gaze from across the room and they'd share that silent look that meant more than whatever words either of them would manage to find.

It never went past that - the longing looks, the occasional forehead kiss. Maybe they were both scared to go over that line they'd drawn. That maybe if there was anything more, they'd lose it just as quick.

As Annie slid out of her bunk and crossed the small room towards where Brady was, she couldn't help but feel her heart bit a little faster just at the sight of him asleep there - his face scrunched up in a way that made her heart ache. The visible stress on his face even in his sleep made her want to pull him right into her arms and tell him over and over that everything would be okay, that they'd make it out, that she was okay beyond anything. Because he cared so much, that he stopped taking care of himself sometimes. And she always would pick up what pieces were lost and stitch them back together again and hold him in the darkness.

As she approached, she softly bit back her lip and reached out to prod him awake, which always made her feel guilty for doing such a thing, but he welcomed it and told her it was fine, despite her want to make sure he got a full nights sleep. Brady woke with a shake awake and turned to look towards her and smiled softly in the darkness.

"Hey," he whispered, before opening up the blanket, "hop in." Annie watched him for a moment, before her cheeks warmed - they always did when he looked at her like that - and she slid in beside him and let him engulf her in a mixture of his arms and blanket.

The second she felt her body pressed against his in the cocoon of blankets and warmth, her worries were stripped away, as they normally always were. She curled herself against the heat from his neck, her body begging for some sort of comfort in all of this, as he pressed a kiss against her temple, something he'd grown more akin to recently it seemed. It's not that they didn't want people to see them, it was more of the fact that they finally were back with each other and trying to keep things like they had been back at Thorpe Abbotts - friendly, maybe dancing the line of flirting but not nothing more. But here at the Stalag, they were anything but. And they both seemed to recognize that.

"You doing okay?" he whispered softly against her ear as she cuddled further into him the best she could and sighed, "That cold finally going away?" She nodded against him.

"Yeah," she whispered, "just a little bit of a stuffy nose, but can't complain. How about you?" She leaned back from him, from his warmth and smiled at him as she leaned a hand up against her head. Reaching forward, she ran her hands through his hair and watched a sense of calm wash over his form for a minute as she did so. And it did settle Annie's own nerves and worry for Brady that she constantly endured day in and day out. She always worried about him and seemed, but it was always mutual for the two of them.

"Okay," he said quietly, before the corner of his lip turned upward, "better now that you're here, I gotta admit." Her cheeks warmed and she shook her head before holding his gaze in her own.

"You're too sweet on me, John Brady." she whispered softly to him, cupping his cheek for a minute and brushing her thumb across his cheek as she grinned at him with her rosy cheeks. Brady watched her, that slightly far-off look in his eyes, a hint of a smile. He grinned.

"You deserve it, Annie," he whispered back to her, reaching up his own hand and brushing his fingers against her warm cheek and grinning, "that and you blush red like a tomato."

"You a fan of that?" she whispered back quickly with a laugh and she watched him bit his lip and smirk.

"I'd say I'm a big fan of that," he whispered back, "'specially when you look like this." Annie watched him - she could probably be covered in mud and he'd be staring at the way he currently was. And now, stuck in a Stalag camp, looking slightly malnourished and sickly, with slightly matted hair and sunken in eyes and he still looked at her like that and said things like that.

"I could say much of the same," she whispered back to him, turning her head slightly to nuzzle into his hand against her cheek, "you look cute when you blush." John Brady did in fact blush when she said that, even though she couldn't even really see much of his face in that darkness of the room. She grinned and then leaned forward and cuddled into his neck again, Brady chuckling the slightest bit as he curled into her as well.

"You're so warm." Annie whispered against his neck as the rumble from his throat echoed in her ear and made her grin like a loon, "You're like a personal blanket." That got him to chuckle quietly again as her lips danced near her ear and she could practically hear each and every breath that left his lips - a mixture of knowing he was alive and right there next to her - and even more so; knowing that all they were in that moment right now were two people dying for an ounce of comfort in this world.

"Consider me your personal blanket," he whispered back as his lips continued to ghost over her ears, "I was thinking….." Annie listened to him trail off and gulped for a moment as his breath trembled and his heart pounded.

"I'd give anything if it was me and you back at Thorpe Abbotts, just you in my A-2 jacket and nothing else." he whispered and her body grew hot - whether from his soft, husky voice in her ear or the way his hands had found their way underneath her clothes, fingertips grazing her bare back, traversing her battered and hot skin, her thoughts were suddenly in a blunder and all she could think about well was….that. Annie pulled back from her spot curled against his neck and met his gaze.

"Just your A-2?" she whispered softly, looking at him shyly from underneath her eyelashes, a small smile growing on her face as a look dawned on his features that almost seemed like he hadn't meant to let that slip from his lips, but it had, "What does that mean for you?" Brady watched her, the look in his eyes matching the touch of his fingertips on her skin and she suddenly couldn't focus on anything else but that gentle touch of his fingertips. He leaned closer and brushed his lips against her forehead again with that tender touch.

"You can have me anyway you want me." he whispered against her forehead and her eyes instinctively shut as he pressed up against her and she overwhelmed with him. His presence, his touch, the way he held her so gently and close to him, but with a level of protectiveness and care that made her know that this was safe, that she was safe, just like this.

Annie reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, slowly running her fingers up into his hair as his head fell to the inside of her neck and he pulled her close, like a warm, tender hug that you never wanted to pull away from. Gleefully his hands raced along her bare back as she curled against him, feeling the way his hands explored underneath her coat and wooly top, dancing across her skin and making her feel things she hadn't quite felt in some time.

"Can I tell you something?" Annie whispered softly to him, rubbing slowly again through his hair as he sighed against her.

"What is it?" Annie listened to his heartbeat for a moment before blinking.

"This is the safest I've felt in years." And to even say a statement like that, in a place like this was ironic even in it of itself. She hadn't even felt the safest at home, a place that was supposed to be safe. No, no, she felt safest in the arms and embrace of someone she had only met a couple of months ago and had proved himself to be more of a home to her beyond anything.

"With me?" Annie nodded against him.

"Right here." she whispered back to him, "You and me." His grip didn't loosen, he only held her tighter and it seemed in that moment, the realization and the weight of whatever was going on between them seemed to hit. Her truth spilling from her lips quietly into his body, his grip tightening, their bodies pressed against one another in a way that should've felt foreign. Brady seemed to want to say something, she could tell, but when he stayed quiet and instead pressed another soft kiss to her forehead, she didn't question it. Because whatever they had here was okay for right now.

"I feel safe with you too, Annie." he whispered back and Annie was convinced even she wasn't so comfy, that she wasn't sure what she would've done if they'd been looking right at each other, inches apart. For now, she cuddled closer to him, enjoying his hands on her stomach and his lips near her ear, their soft breaths, mixing into deep slumber as they laid in each other's embraces until the world went quiet.

#masters of the air #mota #mota writings #silver bullets #THEMMMM #holy heck #annie bradshaw #john brady #john brady x oc #HE IS GETTING BOLD LADIES AND GENTS #HELLA BOLD #i had this line as an idea and RAN with it #in your a-2 like damn ok brady #SCREAMMINGGGG

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― pairing : Felix x fem! reader ― content warnings : wolf au, reader is a witch, soulmates, medieval settings as always, unprotected sex (wrap it up y’all), fantasy au ― word count : 4.055 ― notes : “Neve” means “snow” in italian // I’m obsessed with this game, Black Desert Online, so the lore of the game inspired the Black Spirit’s part.

― notes : this fic looks familiar?it is! I’m reposting ALL my works on this brand new blog and therefore please, bear with me! as always, askbox is always open and feedbacks are always welcome 💌

🐺🔮 WOLVES! STRAY KIDS SERIES

Chris part one | part two // Changbin // Jisung // Hyunjin // Seungmin // Minho part one | part two // Felix // Jeongin

An incredibly strong headache caused you to wake clutching your head with a loud, strained groan. You carefully sat back up, and briefly taking in your surroundings, you noticed that you were in the small cave where you and Neve recently took shield. A sudden movement caught your attention, and the sight of the big wolf with fur as white as snow and concerned deep blue eyes gracefully made his way towards you, sitting between your parted legs.

«Hi, Neve.» you mumbled, reaching out to gently caress the wolf behind his ears, and he closed his eyes in reflex, leaning into your touch. «I must have scared you, huh?» you asked, and his eyes shortly glared at you, making you giggle.

Despite the sweet smile on your face as you kept petting the white wolf, your brows slightly furrowed in a silent wonder if he could actually understand you.

You rescued Neve from a group of hunters few months ago, and since then, he has been following you around all the time. You eventually decided to give him a name, and your imagination couldn’t think about anything better than to call him literally “snow”. He did not seem to mind. Moreover him becoming your familiar and helping you on your tasks was something you definitely did not expect, but he never left you alone, not even once.

Another thing you did not expect was for Neve to see your black spirit, the mysterious entity that accompanied you during your continuous travels. You did not know anything about it, only that it gave you an illimitate source of power and that somehow, it randomly showed up to give you tasks about the most various things in order to become stronger. Your first meeting with said spirit was a blur in your memories, you remember finding an amulet laying in the middle of the grass during a walk, when as soon as you tried to touch it, thick black fog erupted from it.

«Your memories… They are useless… We are now one, and the same.» a faint voice whispered, speaking a language that seemed too ancient, and you were not sure about how you understood those strange words in the first place. You woke up what seemed like hours later, a small ball of black fog with two small and bright red eyes staring at you as it floated around the air.

«What’s with that look?» it said, commenting your confused state «Don’t tell me you don’t remember me! You promised you would! Well, that won’t be too much of a problem anyways; your memories will come back soon enough.» you tried to understand what he was implying, when you noticed that your memories were completely gone. You tried hard to remember where you came from, what was your village like, your parents’ faces, but nothing came into your mind. You only knew your own name, and that thanks to the spirit, you were going to become a powerful witch, and nothing more.

«You’re the only one who can see me!» it added, and you knew it was saying the truth, since few times it showed up in crowded places and no one acknowledged its presence. However, for some strange odds, Neve was able to see it. You didn’t know why, and the spirit always told you he didn’t know either, but within the months you spent together, they somehow grew in a silent routine. Neve stopped growling at the black spirit, and the black spirit stopped inching closer to you, until all you could see was black fog occupying your line of sight, as it kept mumbling quiet «Don’t listen to the dog!»

Neve interrupted your thoughts by gently booping his wet nose against yours, the action making you flinch with a giggle.

«I would love to ask you what happened, and how did you carry me back there,» you mumbled, as you tentatively stood up on wobbly legs. «but sadly, you’re not human, aren’t you?» Neve settled for tilting his head and look at you with his bright and mesmerizing eyes.

Summoning the black spirit, you noticed how he seemed to have changed his appearance, now looking more of a consistent entity, rather than a ball of black smoke.

«What happened to you?» you asked it, ruffling Neve’s head which immediately had walked next to you.

«Every time we grew stronger, I change my appearance.» it answered, as he danced in the air around you. «Hopefully, I can go back looking as I did many years ago.» you nodded, now completely used to its presence and somehow having grown to appreciate it. Whether you liked it or not, you knew that your soul was deeply linked with the mysterious entity. «There’s a city not far away from here… I heard the chief is hiring some mercenaries… We should go and talk to him…» you sighed, and nodded.

Therefore, another adventure begun.

You never stayed into a city for too long, but you couldn’t help noticing how interesting and funny rumours about you started to spread out; with a plastered smile on your face you rushed home on an autumn evening, eager to tell your wolf friend about it.

«Neve, you’re not going to believe this.» you said, rushing inside the small house you rented until you finished the task the black spirit assigned you. You took off your dark cape, draping it over one of the chairs in the living room, and quickly started to prepare dinner for both of you. «There are rumours about us, we’re famous! Like, “officially a threat” kind of famous!» your eyes flashed golden as you helped yourself using magic to finish your tasks. Neve was sending you spare glances as he chewed from the raw meat he stole from the table. «They say that I walk around surrounded by shadows, and that my companion is a handsome boy which can turn into a wolf!» you lied about the last part, but your eyes sparkled with interest as you saw Neve momentarily halt his movements with a panicked stare.

Truth was, you spent part of the afternoon in the city’s library, trying to get as much knowledge as you could, when a book talking about wolves caught your interest, and you started doubting Neve’s appearance. For sure, he was a wolf, but was he a human as well? «Yeah, I know,» you added, satisfied with his reaction for now, «There are some crazy people out there.» with that, you both returned to your peaceful dinner.

Weeks had passed since last time you fainted, and the black spirit had grew so strong that his appearance completely changed. The small and cute ball of black smoke you saw as soon as you woke up had completely disappeared, and in its place, there was a tall, more menacing entity. It stood taller than you did, and it was entirely made by dark energy, except for the horned bone mask he wore on his face. Along with his powers, yours grew as well. Thanks to it, you were probably more powerful than anyone was, but you still had to understand the nature of your bond with it.

The dark spirit would materialize randomly and ask you to kill different people or run in different cities just to talk with some people, in order to potentiate and enchant your weapons, but it was also patient enough not to urge you if you wanted to spend your week gathering herbs or lazing around with Neve.

The only thing you were sure about it was that the black spirit had possessed your body, locked away your memories, and completely focused on strengthening you, holding your memories as ransom.

Another thing that you did not understand was your relationship with Neve. He was your familiar, he unconditionally obeyed your orders and loyally stayed at your side every day, but sometimes you could feel waves of emotions, which were definitely not yours.

Sometimes, in the middle of the night you would feel a wave of longing pervading your soul, and coincidentally, Neve would be staring at the moon. Did he miss home? Did he miss his family?

As if Neve felt your concern as well, he would look back at you every time with apologizing eyes, gracefully making his way next to you, so that you could sleep cuddling to his white fur.

«There’s a famous blacksmith not too far from here,» the black spirit said, his voice deep and menacing. «We should let him check your sword.» and without waiting for an answer, he disappeared.

It was the middle of winter, Neve’s fur so pure that you were sure that if he laid in the snow, no one would have been able to spot him.

«Oi, Neve,» you said, carefully brushing from your shoulder the excess of snow falling from the sky and gathering on your shoulders, your footsteps creating a path behind you. «Will you ever let me see your human form?» Neve emitted a low growl in answer, vigorously scrolling the snow from his fur, and you giggled at him, kneeling to gather some snow to throw back at him. In no time, Neve had you gently pinned on the floor, before licking at your nose before moving away. With an outraged sigh, you threw some snow at him once again, and that was how you spent the afternoon, sharing the same happiness.

The village, which the black spirit told you about, was indeed beautiful. It was not too big and did not have too many citizen, but the way the villagers acted made you somehow feel at ease. You wouldn’t mind spending your life there, if only you could. Thick woods surrounded the village, and sometimes, you saw Neve curiously gaze toward it.

«You can go check what’s out there,» you kneeled in front of the wolf, gently rubbing behind his ears, «come back whenever you like, we’re gonna stay here for a while, anyways.» Neve tilted his head, looking at you almost unsure, before nuzzling his head into your chest in what you knew was his way of saying “Thank you”.

You watched Neve walk away all the way out from the village, until you couldn’t distinguish him among the snow anymore.

Turns out, the black spirit gave you many things to do, and as you were busy finishing every task, two days quickly went by, the snow had completely melted. Despite the fact that you were continuous checking out of the window of the small apartment you were renting, Neve still was nowhere to be seen, dejection and worry making their way into your heart.

You felt it in the middle of the afternoon, while waiting for the blacksmith to finish repairing your sword. It was a deep feeling of happiness and belonging, which definitely didn’t come from within you. You clutched at your chest, right on top of your heart, the sensation of being so happy you were about to cry clouding every other emotion, and you understood.

«Looks like the dog has found his pack.» the menacing voice of the black spirit vocalized your thoughts, as it materialized out of nowhere, sitting on the blacksmith’s work desk. You sighed with the hint of a nod, knowing better not to talk with it since no one else could see it. «Don’t forget our deal.» it simply added with nonchalance, leaving you no room for doubting what you had to do, arms crossed in front of its chest before dissolving in a thick black fog.

It has been a total of five days, and judging by his emotions, Neve was still with his newfound pack. You quickly gathered your things, a sad smile adorning your face. He was your familiar, but you felt no right to ask him to come with you once again; he found his home, and you probably never will. You silently wondered that since you could feel his emotions, he could feel yours as well, and suddenly you felt guilty since all the emotions you have ever felt since you lost your memories were rage, and loneliness; as cliché as it was, you only felt genuinely happy anytime Neve was with you.

You took another glance at the now empty streets, illuminated by the lamps that adorned the walls, and using the black spirit’s powers, you vanished in a thin cloud of smoke in the middle of the night.

Living without Neve proven itself to be lonelier than you thought; you grew attached to him and considered him a fundamental part of your life, but you decided his happiness was worth much more than yours.

ou knew the black spirit wasn’t bad, you had countless conversations with it, but you missed Neve’s bright blue eyes and white fur cuddling to you in the middle of the night.

«What if you’re his mate?» the black spirit suggested. It probably felt your loneliness, since he had been walking next to you since you left the village.

«I can’t believe an idiot possessed my soul.» you scoffed, shaking your head. «Neve doesn’t even have a human form.»

«I can’t believe I possessed the soul of an idiot.» it spat back, immediately. «All wolves have one.» you halted your steps, looking at the spirit with wide eyes.

«What if I’m his mate?» you mumbled, «Could you tell me anything about my past?» you saw the spirit shook his head no, shadows dancing around its form like flames, and you pleaded «Just, is there something - anything related to him?»

The black spirit started walking again in silence, the shadows mimicking you to follow, and you eventually did. «The first time you saw him was when we saved him.» it said, and your head snapped towards its direction, and you immediately thanked it. You didn’t remember anything from your past, but at least, you were glad you weren’t forgetting anything fundamental.

You and the black spirit eventually arrived in the Capital, and the King immediately welcomed you, recognizing your strength and acknowledging all the things you’ve done in the few past months, asking you for help to neutralize a group of rebels which had started to cause problems in the capital. Apparently, you had to individuate their base and completely destroy it.

«The King is letting us lead part of his army?» the black spirit said, now sitting on one of the handles of the King’s throne. «He must be pretty desperate.» he spat, his boned mask grazing the unaware King’s face. A small smirk adorned your lips, as you tried not to say anything about the black spirit’s behaviour.

«I can’t see your rumoured companion.» the King’s gentle voice offered. Your eyes widened at the sudden and unexpected mention of Neve, but you were quick to answer.

«He’ll join me in due time.» you politely replied, and the King nodded, quickly going back to his explanation of the situation.

«I don’t want to know your ways, witch.» the King’s old but firm voice said, «I want you to bring justice.»

«We accept. Don’t we?» the black spirit said, now appearing next to you. You nodded, both at him and at the King.

You had a week to prepare for your task; the King insisted for you to stay in the castle as a guest, with people satisfying any and each of your needs. Some of the maids insisted to braid your hair before you left, so that you’d be more comfortable in battle, and you nodded with a blush, definitely not used to the feeling of people gently taking care of you.

Your thoughts kept going back to Neve, wondering if he was okay since you couldn’t feel his emotions anymore – probably due to the distance between you, but the consciousness of the importance of being focused for your mission slowly occupied your thoughts.

Following the black spirit’s suggestion, you sneaked out of the castle in order to quietly spy on your opponents, materializing behind a tree, right in front of their small central quarter’s gates. Using magic, you vanished in order to reappear on top of a branch, and quietly studied the situation.

They didn’t look particularly strong, but there were a lot of them; a lot of people who couldn’t fight somehow provided to be as much of a threat as a well-organized army, especially if the rebels were double the size of the unit sent to neutralize said rebellion.

«They’re armed to the teeth,» the spirit said, sat on the branch next to you, shadows dancing in the air and wrapping themselves around few smaller branches. «It’s gonna a child’s play.» you scoffed as an answer, knowing that once again, the spirit was right.

You attacked the following morning, charging as soon as the rebels changed the guard at the front gates. It was amusing to you, how a single witch was a challenge to them, but as soon as the thought appeared in your head, it vanished. You managed to neutralize half of their army by yourself, the dark spirit’s powers erupting from your body as black shadows danced around your frame and loyally obeyed any and each of your orders, empowering your magic.

A sudden whine caught your attention, and your head snapped towards the direction of the noise. The shadows around your body seemed to become even more, as you saw a rebel sticking his sword in pure, white fur, now partially covered in blood, as the wolf’s body fell on the floor.

«Neve!» you screamed, tears forming in your eyes, not recognizing your voice as your own. You felt impetuous rage bubble up in your chest, until it completely clouded your senses. With another scream, you and let the rage take over you, before everything went black.

An incredibly strong headache caused you to wake clutching your head with a loud, strained groan as a sense of deja-vu made you sigh. You carefully looked around, the familiar decor of the room you occupied in the castle meeting your confused eyes.

«Wakey wakey, buttercup.» a deep, beautiful voice said from your right, and your head quickly turned. A young and handsome boy was looking at you with a soft smile on his lips, as he sat on the chair of the desk in the corner of the room. He had deep blue eyes, and his hair was white.

As he inched closer, you could notice that his long eyelashes were white as well. «It was about time.» he added, sitting next to you on the bed. You furrowed your brows in confusion, endless questions popping into your head.

«Don’t you dare scare me like that, anymore!» the boy suddenly said, flicking your forehead as his expression turned serious. You blushed heavily, realizing that he was your wolf friend as soon as a wave of concern pervaded your emotions.

«Neve?» you tried with an unsure mumble.

«Actually, my name is Felix,» he smiled at you, before gently brushing few strands of hair from your face, «but “Neve” is pretty cute, too.»

You didn’t think too much about it, so you jumped into his arms, hugging Felix as close as you could, loosening a bit the tight hold of your arms as he groaned a strained «Careful, there.» explaining that wolves heal faster indeed, but he still had a cut in his side. You convinced him to re-arrange your positions so that you were both sitting on the bed with your backs against the comfortable and fluffy pillows, and he gently intertwined his fingers with yours as he answered your question about what happened.

«Long story short, you went berserk.» Felix said, tracing your knuckles. «The man hurting me triggered it, and… Darkness literally had the best of you. I could feel your powers, they were unlimited – you gave me quite a scare back there, you didn’t act like yourself anymore.» you furrowed your brows, apologizing, explaining that the last thing you remember seeing was him falling on the floor. «Yeah, everything went downhill from there.» he chuckled, «The King is pleased with your job, by the way. The rebels were neutralized and I’m positive no signs of living will grow in the place their headquarter was for at least, the next fifty years. Not even a strand of grass.»

You were about to answer, when the black spirit appeared in front of the two of you – now actually cuddling, and you jolted up as you saw that he was back to the first state: a cute fluff ball of black smoke with bright red eyes.

«What happened to you?!» you asked, and the spirit danced around the air, almost shy.

«You used all the power we collected!» it said, hiding behind Felix’s shoulder which was still chuckling.

“Since when they’re friends? What did I miss?” you thought.

«You won’t ditch me, right?» the black spirit asked, quietly inching closer. «You still need me, right? We’re going to live in the woods together!» you furrowed your brows, confusion evident on your face once again, as your eyes met Felix’s.

«Back there, the pack asked me to live with them,» he said, intertwining your fingers together once again.

«Oh, that’s amazing-»

«And to bring my mate along.» Felix added, cutting you off.

«Oh.» your cheeks flamed red once again, and the black spirit flew on top of your intertwined hands.

«I told you!» it chanted, making you and Felix giggle. «We’re still friends, right?» it immediately asked, and you nodded. With a small, happy chant, the black spirit quickly disappeared.

«You’re really okay with living with me?» Felix’s concerned voice asked you, while he was still busy playing with your fingers as if they were the most entertaining thing in the universe.

«After what happened, I don’t think I’ll ever want to leave your side anymore.» you said, nudging his shoulder, happy to be reunited with him. You never realized how complete Felix made you feel until now; he had always made your soul feel at ease and complete, you were simply too focused on occupying your thoughts with countless task in order to fill the void you believed you still felt. Void, which eventually materialized once again as soon as you parted ways. You smiled, genuine happiness spreading in your heart, as the realization that you and Felix not having to part anymore finally settled in.

«Good, because I strictly forbid you to do that.» Felix’s deep voice made you shiver; you both silently inched closer, your noses barely touching.

«A familiar can’t order his witch around.» you mumbled, almost feeling the smirk adorning his lips right against yours.

«But a mate can do that.» Felix murmured, before connecting your lips in a gentle and soft first kiss. A familiar wave of happiness washed over you, and you close your eyes to deepen the kiss as you felt his tongue running along your lower lip. You spent seconds, minutes, probably a whole hour like that: sitting on the bed with your fingers interlocked and with your free hand shyly yet gently caressing each other’s cheek as you savoured each other’s lips.

With a content sigh, you smiled against Felix’s lips, absolutely sure that now, Felix’s emotions dancing with yours offering nothing but love, were completely reciprocated.

«I honestly hope you’re okay with officially being my mate.» Felix said few hours later, holding your body close and tapping your thigh over the blankets. You immediately lifted the covers with a groan, not ready for other surprises, and noticed a bandage around your thigh, just above your knee. Felix quietly explained that it was his bite-mark, and you wholeheartedly told him that you were happy to be his.

«It was the only way to stop you,» he explained. «You were about to burn part of the woods as well, think about all the fairies living there…» Felix sighed, dramatically.

«Felix, fairies don’t even exist.» you mumbled with a chuckle, running your hand in his soft white hair as you glanced up to meet his blue eyes.

«I can turn into a wolf,» Felix scoffed, «and you walk around with a spirit. Trust me, fairies do exist.» you giggled at his answer, losing yourself in Felix’s secure embrace once again.

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good morning i woke up early to ask you these!! 10,16,54,62,67,83 💐

10. Do you believe in love at first sight? oh yes i do .

but....i also believe that "love" at first sight is fleeting– it's a specific type of physical and intangible attraction and just like any other budding love, you need to actively work at it to let it continue to grow into something deeper

16. Do you have any tattoos? i have about a dozen? i think....its been a while since i got one because im not on instagram so i dont see artists portfolios or flash days any more lol

54. Is there someone you will never forget? so so so many people (including YOU!). there's not one person in my life who's been forgettable.

62. What is the sexiest thing someone could ever do for/to you? "answered" this here

67. What is your idea of the perfect date? having dinner and a couple drinks and a giggle...i like the intimacy of just being at someone's house together and focusing on each other's company

83. Who was your first most recent kiss with? most recent kiss was with ABBY!

questions | askbox

#thank you rosie for your service 🫡🫡🫡🫡#a

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elvisabutler · 8 months

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Just finished reading your Selkie AU and IT WAS AMAZING!!!!! My heart was broken while her heart was broken truly

COME HERE ANON. come here, right on over here. you should know that reading this when i first woke up this morning was an absolute delight. especially since hell- i think it's been a year since i posted it now? it will never cease to amaze me how well received it's been because i genuinely adore selkie au's. like secretly they're the first sort of au i look for in fandoms because i'm a sucker like that. but the myth itself has always been one i enjoy so to have people not go "what on earth, ally??" is so delightful and always makes me kind of want to just write random things for them. like yeah y'all need to hear about how they adopt a little baby selkie whose parents don't know how to deal with him. or how she just swims with a bunch of seals around her in the ocean no matter where they go.

or how elvis couldn't stop thinking about her when he left after getting back his skin and she felt the same. ( this last one i now really want to write because writing pining heartbreak is fun y'all!! ) but yes, thank you so much and trust me when i say you bestowed a high form of flatter by telling me you felt her heartbreak. and listen if you ever ever want to read more beyond the little bit i have planned. hit me up in my askbox, i'll gladly do it.

#ally answers asks #selike!elvis #live a little love a little messages

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safetycar-restart · 1 year

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Hey shelsss! 🥸

I know I already sent an ask a couple of days ago but I had this thought and just HAD to share.

You and CL16 lose your virginity together.

You guys have been friends for years. Almost like you grew up together. But it was never a brother/sister relationship because everyone could tell the both of you had feelings for each other.

He always thought he was discreet with his submissive mannerisms but little did he knew is that you picked up on every one of those mannerisms. And you loved using his weaknesses to your (and his tbh) advantage.

You always noticed how he lit up and got all shy at praise, so any chance you get you make sure to give him lots of praise. He’s very touchy. His love language is definitely physical affection. So you make sure to indulge in that too, hugs here and there, letting him lay in your lap when watching a movie or talking to each other, playing with his hair (this makes him WEAK), etc.

And one day you decide to finally come clean to him about your feelings to him. And he just…loses it. Starts begging you to kiss him and touch him. To please him. And who are you to resist the dear boy. And then a beautiful passionate night of getting to know each other in a more physically intimate scene ensues.

Lol 🤭

-🩻

Ok firstly, never apologise for sending me multiple asks! You can flood my askbox literally whenever you want to!!! You have no idea how much serotonin I get from seeing anons sending me multiple asks. That goes for everyone by the way, if you have any thoughts whatsoever… SCREAM THEM AT ME!!!

Okay anyway, this is an amazing idea so let’s talk about it :))

I love the idea that you both clearly have feelings for each other, but neither of you make the first move for the longest time. For you, you love Charles so much and he’s so sweet and you know exactly how sensitive he is. You’re so scared that you might scare him away or make him feel uncomfortable.

Even though you don’t fully understand what you’re feeling yet, you know that you’re so protective of Charles and want to make him feel safe and loved.

Charles, meanwhile, is so certain that the moment you see how needy he is, you’ll turn away.

You make sure to indulge all his subby behaviours. He loves praise so much, always looking to you when he does something that he likes might he deserving of praise.

I also think he’s very needy and possessive with you? Even though he’s so scared to admit his feelings, he finds himself becoming grumpy and upset every time you give anyone else attention, whining and clinging to your side whenever it looks like you might be praising someone else.

Because no!!! No you can’t praise someone else!! You can’t hug someone else!!! You can’t listen to someone else babble!!! NO NO NO NO!! You have him for all those things!!

And honestly he’s even worse in private.

Every single time, Charles tells himself that he’s not going to be clingy. And every time, he ends up with his head on your lap. He just can’t help it!! It’s so hard to keep control of himself and to keep his guard up when he’s around you.

It all comes to head one day when Charles just woke up from a nap on your lap, he looked so sweet as he woke up and you just can’t stand the fact that he doesn’t know how much he means to you.

The moment you tell him, Charles loses all self control. He just flings himself at you, ending on your lap and just clinging to you, mumbling “thank you” over and over again because finally!! Finally he can be with you.

Losing your virginity to Charles is the best decision ever. Of course neither of you are particularly skilled, but that doesn’t matter. You have each other. It’s weird and awkward with quite a few stumbling blocks, but it’s so sweet and safe and you realise how much you love Charles.

A few years later, Charles’s friends will make fun of him for only ever having slept with one person. But Charles doesn’t care one bit. He doesn’t need anyone else.

#soft soft vibes #sub!charles #cl #nsfw.#gn!reader #🩻

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theresthesnitch · 1 year

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I posted 4,523 times in 2022

That's 1,574 more posts than 2021!

1,544 posts created (34%)

2,979 posts reblogged (66%)

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I tagged 3,356 of my posts in 2022

Only 26% of my posts had no tags

#snitch answers asks - 1,033 posts

#wolfstar - 473 posts

#snitchwrites - 323 posts

#remus lupin - 239 posts

#sirius black - 229 posts

#ignite - 219 posts

#jily - 213 posts

#fic rec - 168 posts

#james potter - 159 posts

#shameless reblog - 144 posts

Longest Tag: 134 characters

#james potter is the kind of boy who brings you a box of banana muffin mix because he remebers that one time you gave him a bite of one

My Top Posts in 2022:

(a little something for Sirius and Harry Saturday that I decided was too long for @impishtubist's askbox...)

When Sirius moved in with the Potters, things were not just suddenly okay. Sirius acted out a lot. Testing boundaries, sure, but he also thought that they would eventually kick him out too, because if even his parents didn't love him enough to keep him, then why would the Potters?

Only, Euphemia and Fleamont were not Walburga and Orion. They responded to each outburst with kindness and love. They set reasonable boundaries and had reasonable expectations. Every time Sirius did something else to break those boundaries and force them to finally punish him, Euphemia would look at him and say, "I love you, but I don't love the way you are acting right now."

One night, Sirius came home, hours after abandoning James in some muggle neighborhood, drunk and high. Euphemia stayed with him until he sobered up, even though he slept through most of it.

When he woke up, she was sitting in a chair next to his bed, knitting. She saw he was awake, and proceeded to tell him that she loved him, unconditionally, and that she was worried about him. She promised to always be there for him, even when he scared her the way he did the night before.

Sirius had never had anyone worry for him before. He hadn't thought that what he was doing would scare her. He never again disappeared like that, or came back quite that out of it.

(She knit a sweater that night, which Sirius wore nearly constantly until he wore it to rags. She knit him another to replace it.)

When Harry came to live with Sirius and Remus after POA, he was overly well behaved at the beginning. Sirius and Remus had to convince him that he didn't have to wake up early to make them breakfast, he didn't have to sweep and mop and wipe down the counters and the toilets every night, and he did not have to stay out of the way so he was neither seen nor heard. It took a while, and the sacrifice of every single piece of the Black Family fine china launched at the hideous Black Family Tree tapestry, but they finally convinced Harry that it was alright to be a teenager.

With the new freedom, Harry rebelled.

It was small things, at first. Testing boundaries. When he found lines to cross, he did, and Sirius watched as Harry braced for whatever punishment he had been conditioned to expect. It never came, and every time, when Harry relaxed again, Sirius watched the confusion and awe on his face, and wondered whether Euphemia saw the same mix of emotions on his own face.

Remus didn't get it–why Harry lashed out at them. He couldn't get it; not really. His parents weren't perfect, but they loved him.

Sirius got it, though. He understood the absolute disbelief that someone could love you as you were, unconditionally. So every time Harry yelled at them, or broke something, or slammed his door so hard that the entire house groaned under it, Sirius thought of Euphemia and her kind smile and her kinder words.

I love you, but I don't love how you're acting right now.

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Imagine Professor Remus J. Lupin showing up to Hogwarts the first week of September 1993, and all the professors are going on about the Chamber of Secrets. Professor Lupin assures them that the chamber does not exist because TRUST HIM they would have found it (with a wink and a smirk to the professors who knew him back then).

Professor McGonagall sits him down one evening with a cup of tea spiked with a little fire whiskey, and proceeds to absolutely blow Remus's mind about the way that little Harry Potter beat all of the Marauder's accomplishments by the end of his second year.

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Wolfstar raising Harry snippet

This is from the fic that I'm writing (sloooooowly) in order to make @impishtubist cry. This is from the first night with Harry living with Sirius.

“Keep calling me old, Remus, and I’ll tell him about how you started getting grey hairs at 15.” Sirius tried to make his voice sound threatening, but he was just too content with the two of them to pull it off.

Remus rolled his eyes and waived his wand to send the dishes to the sink. “I’m a werewolf. We age prematurely due to–”

“–due to your condition, yes, I know your excuses.” Sirius finished for him.

Remus raised an eyebrow. “I was going to say due to the fact that I had to deal with you and James.”

“Oh Merlin,” Harry said as he stood up and moved to the sink. “With both of those, I’m surprised you have any brown hair left.”

Remus and Sirius both laughed, caught a bit off guard by how much the joke sounded like James. The laughter died off when Harry started filling the sink with water.

“Haz, what are you doing?” Sirius asked.

Harry didn’t even look over his shoulder. Instead, his head was under the sink, digging for something. “The dishes. Where’s the soap?”

“I don’t have any, and you don’t need to do the dishes.”

Harry turned around, brow furrowed. “You don’t have soap? How do you get the dishes clean?”

Remus raised his wand and pointed it at the sink. Immediately it filled with sudzy water, and the dishes began scrubbing themselves. “Did you forget we were wizards, Harry?”

Harry looked dumbly at the sink before moving back to the table. “I guess I didn’t think of it. I’ve always done them by hand.”

“Your mum did that too, I remember.” Sirius said. “Said she never liked the way the charm got them clean.”

“Do you remember when James cleaned them with the charm without telling her, and she made him pull them all back out of the cabinets to redo it?” Remus laughed.

“She was so mad.” Sirius leaned back laughing. “He knew she didn’t like it, but didn’t think she could actually tell the difference, and he wanted to go out to play pick-up quidditch”

“She got mad at him for how he cleaned the dishes?” Harry looked confused.

“Not like mad, mad.” Remus said. “She helped him redo them, and in the end, I think they ended up–” Remus cut off short, eyes going wide as he looked at Sirius.

Harry looked between them. “Ended up what?”

Sirius smirked. “Dancing. In the kitchen together.”

Harry smiled, leaning on his hand. “That’s sweet.” Remus snorted, but he managed to hide it behind a cough.

“They were always like that.” Sirius smiled fondly at the memory of them. “They would bicker and banter, and then suddenly they’d be so wrapped up in each other that you couldn’t tell where one stopped and the other started.”

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Okay, but now I'm picturing a gossipy Voldemort keeping up to date on all the goings ons.

"He married the mudblood? Absolute waste of a pureblood. He was good looking too. Could have had any pureblood girl he wanted, probably. No, not your wife Lucius, but he's very good looking, you can't deny that."

"I can't believe they're together. Shacking up with a half-blood, half-breed. My, how the House of Black has fallen. Orion, how shameful for you."

"Molly Weasley is pregnant again? Didn't she just have twins? Are they trying to get enough kids to have a quidditch team or something? How funny would it be if the next one is a girl? Yes, Bella, I know that girls can play quidditch too, but not well."

"Did you see the robes that Dumbledore was wearing on that last raid? Magenta is not your color, Alby. Someone should really tell him."

670 notes - Posted July 24, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I have a *thing* for Wolfstar fics when Remus thinks Sirius isn't going to stick with him because he's not good enough for Sirius, then it flips to Sirius's POV and he's tripping over his own feet because he's just so into Remus he can't think straight.

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ilovemosss · 1 year

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First Line Tag Game

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

first of all thanks to @fantasyinallforms for tagging me in this! it's helping me get a little excited about my endless supply of WIPs lol

that being said- i have almost literally nothing finished at the moment (a lot that is close, though!), so you lot will have to be happy with teasers. if anyone sees anything theyd really like to read more of, drop a comment!

also since i most definitely don't have 10, i'll be dropping the first paragraph of each!

"The first thing Bilbo registered when he woke was that the bed was cold. The second was the gleam of Orcrist in the moonlight, and a close third was the wild look on his husband’s face as he stared down their bedroom door. Naturally, the first thing Bilbo did when he saw these things was grab Sting. The second was to find the danger Thorin was clearly aware of." - A Slight Overreaction, a prompt fill for @fellowshipofthefics march madness!! if you don't know about it check it out!

"In the end, he really couldn't help it. All their hard work, struggling and sacrifice for- Bilbo couldn’t even bring himself to think it, he was too busy choking back laughter. He felt he might've been a bit hysterical as he reached for a piece of the treasure, hand wrapping around its round form." - The Trouble with Meddling Wizards, a crack fic posted on ao3, this is a fic about the kind of shenanigans thirteen dwarves and a hobbit can get into when stoner wizard radaghast the brown decides to help them with their quest

"Bilbo closed the book with an audible snap, groaning as he did. He rubbed at his temples to try to alleviate his headache, but it didn’t seem to be working. Thorin looked up from his own book, studying his husband as he did. He noted the creases on his forehead, the frown on his lips." - all good things must come to an end (but the bad just keep on going), this fic is a bit of an ode to all the books i've read that i couldn't wait to be done with, where bilbo and thorin trade bad books they're reading just for fun

"Bilbo sat up at the sound of the door to the bedroom adjoining his creaking open, a sound he never heard unless he was the one opening the door. Nobody was supposed to enter that room, and anyone who knew anything about him knew that. Unfortunately for Bilbo, that still left fourteen uninvited suspects. Mind made up by that fact, the hobbit crept his way to the connecting door, a haughty speech about the impropriety of a stranger searching his home dying on his lips at the sight behind it." - Bigger Than the Whole Sky, this fic is the absolute pinnacle of my bagginshield fics at the moment, the golden child, my favorite project i'm working on right now. it's about loss, heartbreak, renewal, healing, and moving forward after tragedy. based loosely off of tswift's song by the same name, this fic will likely be launching a series (the various installments of which will be published in due time) about being queer and happy to be so. i could deep dive about this fic, this series, and where i want it to go for ages, but i think i'll save that for another post

and that's all for now, folks! i'll be creating more as i answer things like march madness prompts, and just in general as i have more time to work on what i want to work on

if you got this far, thank you so much for reading, and stay tuned for new works! i'm always open if anyone is interested doing some beta reading, and if you have any prompts you might like to see filled, hmu! as ever, my askbox is open to all of the above and more!

#fic challenge #bagginshield #the hobbit #bilbo baggins #thorin oakenshield #the hobbit fanfiction #just a smaller author hoping to get a little exposure in this fandom!#also i promise i can and will write more than just hobbit/bagginshield fics #but right now theyre where the good brain chemicals are coming from

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misty-wisp · 1 year

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Woah first time here!! sorry it took me so long, i just never had a topic i can talk about that i don't already have an intense debate about in my head. I talk to myself, alot. Anyways, hows your day? i just woke up and i'm having left over pizza for breakfast. Just telling you that you are amazing and super talented, with your writing and art <3 Love you bye!

Mango!!! Don't apologize for taking long to roll into my askbox!!! Interaction is a suggestion, not an obligation :) You're fine!!!

I think talking to ourselves is something we all have done at least once in our lives. Having intense internal debates is something I do pretty often, too. It's fun to introspect! ...Until it isn't, but that's a conversation for another day, haha.

My day's been pretty alright, all things considered! I'm actually really just getting started with it thanks to my sleep schedule (gotta love waking up late on the weekends!), but I've been alright!

Ahhh thank you!! I'm glad to know you like my work so much!! Your work is really amazing too fr fr, I love seeing your art pop up on my dash <3

#y'all are so sweet :D #ask #itzmemango

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pokeprism · 1 year

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Pokemon Found Family: Chapter 12 (Beach Venture)

This is the twelfth chapter of Pokemon Found Family, my pokemon fic!

Comments, questions, and concerns are always welcome in my askbox!

Masterpost.

First --- Previous --- Next

The sun rises over the Aurum Savannah this morning, and so does Clair Espeon. Shortly after consuming a light breakfast, Clair feels a disturbance at the edge of her senses. She flicks her tail. It’s her wife telling Castor and Pollux to settle down. Clair sighs, and walks over to where the exchange is unfolding.

“But mom! Pollux and I were playing!” Castor says.

Summer stands firm. “You two oughta know that lightly battling at this time is not ideal! Other pokemon are sleeping!”

“I mean, sure but-”

Castor cuts himself off as Clair shows up behind Summer.

Clair’s gaze communicates all that it needs to. Castor and Pollux nervously laugh before quickly zipping back to their chambers. As the two brothers are going back to their rooms, Summer turns to face her wife.

“Clair, are you doing alright? Your freckles are showing more than usual…”

Clair’s ears droop as she answers her wife. “I woke up with a start this morning, honey. It was another bad dream…”

“Oh arceus…” After a brief pause, Summer is struck with an idea. “Hey, have you tried talking to Geist?”

Clair raises a curious eyebrow in response.

“Geist has got to know that dream eating technique, yes? If that’s the case, you could have the burden of bad dreams lifted for some time, would it not?”

“... That’s not how that move works, Summer.” Clair answers.

“Oh… I’ll take your word for it then, sweetie.” Summer smiles as she adds “Let’s hope things get better then.”

Clair leans in to share a quick kiss with Summer. As the gesture concludes, Clair smiles at Summer before walking back in the direction she came from to have a more filling meal. Summer simply smiles back as Clair leaves their nook of the burrow.

Two hours after Clair finishes her meal, Geist hears an utterance at the edge of his chamber.

“Geist, you up?” It is clearly Maggie’s voice.

Geist gets up and turns to face the entrance to his chamber where Maggie is located. “I am, don’t worry.”

Maggie’s eyes shine. “That’s good! Can you follow me to dad’s room?”

“I mean, sure!” Geist begins walking toward Maggie as he adds “What’s on the docket today then?”

Maggie begins her path to Apollo’s chamber and adds “I was going to ask dad if we could take a party to the beach today so that I could get some field experience.”

Geist nods. “That’s not a bad idea, Mags! Now it’s just a matter of convincing Apollo…”

“Yeah yeah…” Maggie replies. “Maybe you could be my advocate, Geist!”

Geist nods in agreement as the two make it to Apollo’s chamber. As the cloth veil rustles, Apollo’s gaze drifts toward the entrance to his chamber.

“Good morning you two!” Apollo says. “What brings you here today?”

Maggie puts on a determined look as she looks into her father’s eyes. “Dad, I’d like to take a party to the beach today. Is that possible?”

Apollo’s eyes widen. “Oh….? Who did you want to bring along, Maggie?”

Maggie has never gotten this response before. The most Maggie has ever gotten before were comments about waiting until she is older. Upon regaining her bearing, she says “I know Geist wants to come along…”

Geist smiles and gives a thumbs up as a non-verbal show of support.

Apollo sees Geist’s gesture, turns to Maggie, and responds “Alrighty then. Maggie, if you can find at least two more burrowmates that want to come along, I’ll let you venture out. Got it Mags?”

Maggie is ecstatic at this news. “Got it dad!”

Maggie zips out of the room before Geist and Apollo can respond. A moment after Maggie’s sudden exit, Apollo turns to Geist with a question at the ready.

“Geist, can you promise the party’s safety?”

“Of course Apollo, why would I not?” Geist replies.

The krookodile smiles as his scales shimmer.

Geist and Apollo hear Maggie’s voice through the veil. “Come on Geist, I’ve got everyone assembled!”

Just as Geist begins to leave the chamber, Apollo turns to Geist and adds “Tell me if anything goes wrong during this outing, Geist. In the meantime, enjoy yourselves!”

Geist smiles and waves goodbye as he walks backwards through the entry cloth. Just outside Apollo’s chamber is the group that Maggie assembled. Geist nearly trips over Maggie before he catches himself.

Maggie looks up at Geist and says “You ready to go?”

Geist makes a quick head count. Of those behind Maggie, there’s Jane, Drake, and Brutus looking fairly pleased with themselves.

“I’m ready Mags, let’s go.” Geist says.

Maggie playfully waddles towards the exit to the burrow with Geist, Drake, Jane, and Brutus close behind her. As soon as the party exits the burrow, Jane mentally stumbles across a fairly important question.

Jane advances the speed of her pace to catch up to Maggie, who is at the front of the party, and asks “Hey Maggie, you know the way to the beach from here?”

Maggie giggles for a moment before responding “The beach that I’m thinking of is due east of our burrow, and that’s why I’m heading towards where the sun rises!”

Jane, slightly embarrassed, sheepishly adds an “Oh, okay…” as the group continues walking.

Some time later, Maggie is still at the front of the party with Geist just behind her, and Drake, Jane, and Brutus walking practically shoulder to shoulder behind Geist. Maggie sees the edge of the beach and gets a giddy look on her face. The excited wooper stops walking and turns to face the rest of the party.

“Guys, we’re here!” Maggie announces.

As the rest of the party stops to look ahead, they all notice a couple layers of large, triangular rocks sticking out of the ground.

As soon as she is sure that the party has looked ahead, Maggie adds “Those rocks mark the edge of the beach, and there’s a path through them that leads to the beach itself!” Maggie takes a running start toward the rocks. “Follow me!”

Drake, Jane, and Brutus begin to follow Maggie, with only Geist hesitating slightly. Not a moment too soon, the party finds the main entrance to the beach, and as they walk through it, the soft grass gives way to shifty sand as they move closer to the beach.

As the group gets through the gap in the rocks, the group sees the extent of the beach. Of the area visible from the entrance of the beach, there are a few rocks that closely resemble the ones surrounding this beach, but smaller and more eroded. Jane marvels at the soft texture of the sand and the secluded nature of this beach as Drake breaks off a little ways from the party and starts digging a shallow hole in the sand. As soon as the depth of the indention in the sand is to his liking, Drake carefully slides into this small pit. A gentle breeze blows across the beach as waves lap against the sand.

Maggie breaks the quiet with “Hey! I’ll race you three to the coast!” and begins running.

Jane and Brutus exchange looks for a split second, then smile and dash for the beach. Brutus quickly overtakes both Jane and Maggie, and is about to touch the surf when Jane rockets past Brutus with a well timed quick attack.

“Wow! Good dash, Jane!” Brutus says.

Jane, ankle deep in the surf, responds “Thanks, I've practiced with that move.”

Maggie waddles up to Jane and Brutus, short on breath. “Wow… You guys are fast…”

Taking a moment to choose his words carefully, Brutus responds “I think it’s less that Jane and I are fast and more that you’re a better swimmer than runner…”

Jane raises an eyebrow as she turns her head to face Brutus.

Maggie sees Jane’s judgemental head turn and laughs for a moment. “I’ve known for a while that running is not my strong suit, no biggie.”

Jane breathes a sigh of relief. “... Good.”

As Jane walks out of the surf, Geist notices Drake’s absence and starts to scan the beach when he catches sight of a pile of loose sand and accompanying ditch not far from where the party entered. Geist casually walks over to the ditch in the sand, and finds Drake lying on his belly in said ditch.

“What are you doing here, Drake?” Geist asks.

After a brief silence, Drake responds “... Soaking up the sun.”

“I’ll point out that we came here as a group for a reason.”

Drake shifts to his side to face Geist. “And…?”

Geist’s eyes narrow. “... And that I feel you could have some fun hanging out with the others.”

Drake gets back on his feet. “I mean… Fair.”

“You know, it’s good that you’re getting over your loner shtick, Drake. Keep at it and you’ll be ready to be a burrow leader!”

Drake chuckles for a moment. “Thanks, Geist.”

Drake and Geist start toward the rest of the party at the water’s edge. As both of them proceed towards the rest of the party, Maggie, Jane, and Brutus see their advance and opt to meet them in the middle.

Maggie speaks first. “Hey, what were you two up to?”

“I dug a hole to lay in, and Geist thought that we should be enjoying the beach as a group.” Drake responds.

“Fair enough.” Jane says.

Brutus gestures to the coastline as he says “How about we walk along the beach and see what baubles we can find? There should be a fair bit of things as far as I’m seeing…”

“Oh yeah!” Maggie exclaims. “Last time I was here, mom and I found a lot of cool stuff here in the water! Dad tells me that Ladon was able to evolve thanks to that trip…!”

Geist catches a hint of hesitation in Maggie’s voice. Geist takes a step toward the wooper before saying “If you want to go in the water, I’m not stopping you, Mags. Just don’t go out to sea, okay?”

Jane, Brutus, and Drake exchange looks as Geist’s words hang in the air.

After a moment, Maggie regains her bearing, nods in understanding, and waddles into the surf.

Geist turns to the three party members still on the beach. “Okay you three, I’m going to join Maggie, so Jane is in charge while I’m there, capiche?”

Drake and Brutus tilt their heads.

“You got it, Geist! I’ll do my best!” Jane affirms.

Geist smiles, turns toward the surf, and bounds into the water with a resounding splash. Feeling the impact from above, Maggie looks towards the surface and is surprised to see Geist’s entrance. Maggie propels herself close to Geist as he regains his bearing.

Maggie can barely gather her words. “Yo, um… why are you here…?”

Geist turns to face Maggie. “I thought I’d join ya, Mags. I’m the only other one who can, so might as well!”

“Oh! Okay then!”

Geist begins descending toward the seafloor, and Maggie swims some knots below her usual speed to keep pace with him.

Maggie has several questions hit her at once while keeping pace with Geist. “So, er… Do ghost types need to worry about drowning?”

Geist is sinking slow enough that he can hold a conversation. “Eh, I would say no for most ghost types. I imagine if they’re weak to water that’s a different story, but don’t quote me on that…”

“Okay then…”

Maggie sees a sparkle on the seafloor, and opts to jet towards it ahead of Geist. Upon getting close enough, Maggie can make out the object that emitted the sparkle. Just as she leans in to get a closer look, Geist’s feet touch the seafloor just behind Maggie.

“What did you find, Maggie?” Geist asks.

After some more investigation, Maggie shifts out of the way so that Geist can see the object. “Based on what I know, I think it’s a mega stone of some sort… Can you tell which one?”

Geist’s eyes widen upon seeing the orb’s colors. “That’s a gengarite if I’ve ever seen one!”

Geist grabs the mega stone and gets it to rest on his palm. He can feel the energy within.

“Yo! That’s definitely a score! Wait… Do you know how to mega evolve?”

“Well, for now I don’t, but I can certainly learn!”

Maggie smiles in response. Geist does as well.

Back on land in the moments after Geist’s splash, the spray from the splash reaches the beach, and Drake flinches as it touches his face.

Jane and Brutus both notice Drake’s reaction near instantaneously.

“What are you on about, Drake?” Jane asks.

“... I don’t like the feel of water, okay?” Drake answers.

Brutus turns towards Jane and nods his head to affirm his brother’s statement.

“Alrighty then.” Jane smiles as she adds “Thank Arceus we aren’t going across the ocean anytime soon then, right?” in a joking matter.

Brutus quietly snickers at Jane’s tone.

Seeing Brutus’s reaction, Drake rolls his eyes.

“Anyways, shall we look for knick knacks on the land? We could bring back some things for the burrow!”

As Drake starts to speak, Brutus’s aura sense kicks in as he senses something off in the distance. He scans the beach as Drake gets his thoughts out.

“Sounds good, Jane.” Drake locks on to one of the eroded rocks from earlier and adds “How about we look at these rocks to see if we can find some type gems?”

Brutus feels a chill radiate through his body as he realizes that the something he sensed is someone he doesn’t know. As Brutus stands paralyzed with fear, Jane agrees to go over to the rock Drake pointed out and begin walking toward it. Brutus can sense that someone's gaze switch from himself, to Drake, and to Jane, just as Brutus realizes that this pokemon is underground in the dry part of the beach.

Meanwhile, Drake and Jane have knocked three type gems out of the eroded rock already thanks to their proximity to the rock’s exterior.

Jane looks down at the jewels at her feet. “How can you tell what type of gems these are?” she asks.

Drake answers as he prods at another exposed gem. “Unless you’re colorblind, it should be pretty simple. We’ve got a normal gem, a dark gem, and a water gem so far.”

The gem Drake was prodding at is barely attached to the rock it’s in. Drake puts his whole hand around the gem and starts to pull it loose from the stone. Drake’s voice slightly strains as he adds “And this one should be-”

Drake’s statement gets interrupted by a tackle from Brutus, the force of which rips the gem from the rock. As the gem lands in the sand and Drake regains his bearing, Jane’s ears twitch.

Still slightly under Brutus, Drake exclaims “What’s this about, bro?!”

Brutus gets off of Drake and stutters out “I think someone’s on their way…! A-And I don’t know them!”

Jane hears a large pokemon tunneling at a brisk pace coming closer. Fearing who that pokemon could be, and her anxiety building, Jane turns to face Brutus and Drake.

“You two stay together! I’m getting Geist’s help!” Jane barks.

As the rumbling draws even closer, Drake and Brutus nod nearly in sync. Jane dashes towards the coastline near where Geist had entered the water, conjures a volley of stars, and sends them towards the depths.

Back next to the rock, Drake and Brutus can feel the rumbling now, and the moment the rumbling stops, the two brothers begin to run. The ground where Brutus and Drake just were ruptures from below, kicking sand in all directions, as the large burrowing pokemon emerges from the earth. The sand quickly resettles the area below where the large pokemon had been tunneling and the nearby rock sinks further into the beach, all just before the stranger lands feet-first on the beach. Jane runs back to Drake and Brutus’s side to have a better view of what this pokemon is doing. As the dust from the impact clears, Geist and Maggie are emerging from the surf, gengarite in Geist’s grasp.

It takes a moment for Jane to recognize this pokemon, though as soon as she does, her ears perk up. “Sophie, is that you…?!”

A brief bout of quiet enters the beach. Drake and Brutus, both dumbfounded, turn their heads toward Jane as Maggie and Geist get close enough to make out the non-shiny krookodile. Just before the silence outstays its welcome, Sophie falls to her knees.

Sophie lifts her head to face the pokemon in front of her. “It’s a blessing to see both of y’all again!”

Noticing the krookodile’s focus and slightly tipped off by his aura sense, Brutus loosens his guard. “So you know Jane and Geist?”

Sophie gets back on her feet and literally looks down at Brutus. Brutus slightly winces upon realizing her size compared to his.

Sophie, seeing the lucario’s reaction, says “I’m not a threat, hun. I’m a friend that both of ‘em have.”

Geist steps forward. “Where have you been, Sophie? It’s… Been a bit.”

Sophie smiles. “I’ll explain that later, but for now, I wanna support whoever has kept you and Jane safe.”

Drake’s eyes narrow. “... And that means?”

“What that means is that I got some gifts for ‘em, little digger.” Sophie answers.

It only takes a split second for Drake to realize what his new nickname is as Brutus softly chuckles at it.

Geist, having briefly looked in Drake’s direction to better understand his words, makes eye contact with Sophie once more. “Anyways, I think we can get you back to the burrow to deliver your gifts. Plus, we also have some other loot to come back with, so might as well make it only take one trip.”

“Understood, Geist.” After a pause, Sophie then adds “Let’s get on back then!”

As most of the group starts towards the beach’s exit, Drake gestures for Brutus to follow him. Drake then leads his brother to the small pile of type gems from earlier and asks for some assistance carrying them. Brutus obliges, and shortly after grabbing the four extracted gems, Brutus and Drake dash to catch up with the rest of the party for their trek back to the burrow.

#Jamie W. (Pokeprism)#pokemon found family #chapter 12 #pokemon #pokemon fic #beach venture #4/6/2023

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Pairing: Henry Cavill x female reader

Warnings: Language, fluff, some angst (ish), Henry being an absolute moron and refusing he’s in love

Wordcount: 2.656

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Bird

Henry woke in the same way the sun rises; slowly at first, and then with blinding power. He squinted against the soft light of day, streaming in from the windows. He barely noticed it, because at the same time as his brain caught up with his eyes, his body felt the added weight on his chest. He had somehow turned halfway onto the couch, sleeping in a weird position with Y/N on his chest, one of her legs thrown over his. She was breathing slowly and steadily, clearly still asleep.

He didn’t have the heart to wake her up. She looked serene and peaceful as she slept, her hair a tangled mess on his chest, her fingers holding onto his shirt by the hem. He observed her quietly as the sun rose. The corner of her lips was turned slightly up in a secretive smile. Her lipstick had disappeared almost all the way, only leaving a thin sheen of color on her lips – she looked perfect as she lay on his chest with her small sighs and steady breathing filling the room. He thought of a passage he had once read, but not really understood – or at least, he never truly understood the gravity of it, the weight the words held.

We would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright.

When he looked down at her, that quote vibrated in his very core, now fully understanding it; because right now, right here, he could see his future like that with her. Be warm in bed with her, stars shining as their guiding lights as they read their books and huddled up together.

When she stirred, he shook his mind free of the thoughts. There wasn’t a chance at any rate – she didn’t want him to fall in love with her, so he wouldn’t. At least not visibly. She yawned and blinked the sleep from her eyes before sitting upright with surprising speed, rubbing her face slightly and looked at him with wide, apologetic eyes. “Oh, my god, I’m so sorry! I can’t believe I fell asleep on you!” She gasped. “It’s fine, honestly. I think I drifted off before you did, anyhow.” “No, but… You probably had things to do!” She stood and walked to the kitchen to put the kettle on. “I really didn’t. As I’ve said plenty of times before, I really have no life outside of work.” It was true. He didn’t. at least, not until he met her – something that resembled a private life had begun to slowly come to life, as he had. “I still feel awful. I’ll make coffee as an apology, and you’re free to go after that, if you want to.” “I don’t.” The words spilled from his lips before he had time to taste them. She didn’t respond to it, but he saw the way she hesitated at the doorway before she went to get cups for the coffee. He slumped back into the couch and grabbed his phone from the table and scrolled through mails. He saw several from his boss questioning him about the fucking paper.

It was funny, he didn’t really care about his paper anymore. It had kind of evolved and devolved at the same time as Y/N had entered his life. After the talk with Roger, it just seemed pointless to try and push a point, he realistically knew had no hold anymore. It wasn’t because he had changed his mind about true love and the modern world, but it just didn’t seem… Important anymore. Honestly, his mind was elsewhere. His eyes darted to the doorway leading to the kitchen before he formed an email.

Mr. Ashmore

I regret to inform you that the paper will be shelved. I simply have a hard time finding information that would hold up to the scrutiny of the board. I hope to reassess it at a later time, and I understand the repercussions of this action. I am free to talk about it when we return to work during the week.

Kind regards,

Henry Cavill, PhD. Classic Literature

He put his phone away with a sigh. He knew he’d be in somewhat bad standing and it would not be a comfortable conversation with Ashmore, but the idea of shelving the paper had been floating around in his head for a while. There was something more pressing to him – not that he’d tell her what he was doing on the side – and he also felt like it would be better, if Y/N wasn’t halfway forced to spend time with him. He’d rather it was without obligations.

“Do you take anything in your coffee?” She shouted from the kitchen. “No, thank you.” He smiled at her as she turned the corner carefully, the two steaming mugs in her hands. She handed him one and set the other on the table. “I’ll just go freshen up for a few, I’ll be right back.” She shot him a soft smile and left the living room. He sipped his coffee slowly, trying to gather his thoughts. He should probably tell her than he shelved the paper. There wasn’t a reason to keep it from her, at any rate, and if she decided that their… Friendship or whatever it was, was going with it, that would be her choice.

“Okay, again, I’m so sorry for falling asleep on you. I know you’re stressed with the paper and all that, and I just…” He smiled at her. “It’s fine Y/N. Sit down and drink your coffee. It’s too early to be apologetic.” She rolled her eyes at him and sat down, wrapping both of her hands around her cup and drank happily. He never noticed the way her nose wrinkled when she got happy. Or the small little shoulder-shimmy. They sat in quiet for a while, simply drinking your coffee and enjoying the stillness. The cups were empty, and the sun stood high on the wood flooring, lighting dust up like little fragments of stars in the middle of her living room – in his mind, it was very fitting for her home. Stars and Y/N. “I have a confession.” He finally broke the silence. “Oh, yeah?” She looked at him in that way, that made his heart flip a little. “So… I shelved the paper.” He said it with an air of clarity, he hadn’t felt before this very moment. “Oh no! Why? I thought you felt like it was going okay and moving forwards.” He shrugged nonchalantly. “I couldn’t get it to where I wanted it to be. It happens sometimes. Maybe I’ll pick it back up when I’m less… A grumpy bastard.” He grinned at her. “Oh, so…” She frowned and her lower lip jutted out – he had to physically restrain himself from reaching out at gently touch it with his thumb. “We’re not… Working together on it anymore?” She asked, her eyes flickering to his. “Only if you want to stop.” There it was. The implication of him wanting to spend more time with her and the everlasting fear that she’d reject him. She scrutinized his face with narrowed eyes. There was something indescribable behind them – a weariness and fear that he hadn’t seen in her before. “I…” She ran a hand through her hair. “Uh, I like you- I mean, I like spending time with you, and only a little part of it was about getting you to believe in love. I…” She bit her lip. “You know what, I’d like to see you still. If you’ll have me.”

He almost laughed at that absurdity. If he wanted her, as if it wasn’t the bane of his very existence that he did. “I’d like to… Still be around you. Like this. Friendly, and all that.” He answered in a measured tone – there was no way he’d give away anything about how his heart leaped when she beamed at him, and her eyes glinted. She winked at him and nodded. “Great. Does this mean you’ve given up on finding the answer from the all-encompassing question of love?” He rolled his eyes and leaned back in the couch. “I never searched for it in the first place, you decided I needed to.” “And I was right.” She jumped up on her feet and reached her hand out to him. He grabbed it cautiously and let himself be led to his feet as well, towering over her. He couldn’t help but smirk at the way she looked up at him, her eyes wide and the smallest hint of a smile ghosting in the corner of her mouth. She looked absolutely stunning as she was – hair messy and reddened cheeks. “We… Are going out.” She said with a raised brow, almost challenging him to say no. He sighed and realized his hand was still swallowing hers. He didn’t let go. “I guess I don’t have choice, do I?” She smirked. “Nope.”

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He frowned as he saw the flashing lights, towering Ferris wheel and the smell of cotton candy permeating the air. He narrowed his eyes at her and almost decided this was worth it just from the lights in her eyes. “Why are we at the carnival?” He asked slowly, his body already humming from the buzz of people. She grinned back at him and wrapped her arm around his, dragging him inside. “We’re going to reacquaint you with the very important childhood-love, which is… Joy.” She quirked an eyebrow at him. “Which you desperately need, if I have a say in it.” He sighed and ran his free hand through his hair but preened slightly at the feeling of her hand wrapped tightly around his forearm; he allowed himself to be dragged away with her, into the mass of people swarming around. She giggled happily, dragging him around to get both popcorn and cotton candy, her giddiness rubbing off on him; he grinned widely as she pulled him to the Ferris-wheel and gave the man – who looked like he’d rather be sleeping – two ticket-stubs, and they got in. The bench wasn’t nearly as wide as it looked, and Henry’s body hulked over hers, so they ended up sitting squished side by side, her warm leg against his. He swallowed thickly as she wiggled a little and finally decided the best course of action was simply to take his arm and wrap it around her shoulder, so she’d sit comfortably against him.

He hated how his chest heaved and his heart went in his throat. It was annoying to no end, mostly because he had made her a promise, and he didn’t want to break it. The Ferris wheel jostled and began moving, a small, happy sigh escaping her lips as the city’s skyline appeared in front of their eyes, the sun setting and giving the perfect glow to the towering buildings. “Can I ask you something?” His voice was soft as he looked over the skyline. “Sure.” “Why are you so insistent that I find love? Or rather, the love of love?” She smiled a little ruefully. “I feel like we’ve had this conversation before, Henry.” “Indulge me.” He said with a smile. She sighed and smiled again, glancing at his profile. “Well, firstly, I think everybody deserves to feel love. Or loved. Either way.” She leaned closer into him, and his heart skipped a beat. “Secondly, I have a feeling that you’ve been a romantic once, but got your heart truly and well fried, so you’ve hidden away behind a callous, grumpy façade, where love can’t touch you. Maybe it’s fear of history repeating itself, maybe it’s just because you don’t have the energy anymore, but all the same. You kept hiding away until you forgot you were hiding.” He sucked in a sharp breath at her too perceptive ways; he had barely let her know anything about himself – although a part of him wanted to – but she still saw him for what he was. He sat in silence for a minute, the Ferris wheel stopping at the top.

“Gina.” He murmured, his eyes trained on the sky, now colored pink. “Sorry?” Her voice was timid. “Her name was Gina.” He said slowly, almost scared of unwrapping that part of him – someone should know, at any rate. Maybe not really, but he wanted to tell her. “She, er… Well, we were a... Thing…” He almost spat that out, hating how uncomfortable it made him to think about. “For a few years. I, er, well… I was head over heels. Not the cute puppy-love type of head over heels, but that type, where you want to marry the person and spend your life with them. God, I was a fool in love, like… Heathcliff, really. We were passionate, sure, but there was always an underlying worry, jealousy, anything that would put a leg in the relationship.” He drew a breath and the words kept spilling over his lips, as if they had been waiting to be said for all of these years. “I wanted to marry her, probably because I didn’t know any better, maybe because I thought I didn’t deserve better, but at any rate, we got engaged and then we got volatile. We… Well, she decided a week before the wedding that my best man would be a more suitable fit for her.” He sucked his teeth. “And clearly, he thought the same, because they ran off. From what I hear, they’re living a good life and had a child not too long ago.” He swallowed thickly. “After that, I was living woman to woman.” He grinned shyly at her before continuing. “I didn’t dare let anyone close again, swore to myself that the pain wasn’t worth it, a lifetime of regrets and what ifs didn’t measure up to a split second of what one could assume to be love.”

The Ferris wheel moved again, jolting him from his thoughts and he bit his tongue to stop more words tumbling out. She nodded. “Gina. She sounds like an awful person.” She simply said. He shrugged. “Probably not. We were bad people for each other if I’m being honest.” “Maybe. I’d like to think that you’re the one that got away for her. I imagine she beats herself up about it, remembering the good you brought.” He chuckled a little at that, and she turned as much as she could in the confined space, looking at him with a look in her eyes, he hadn’t seen before. “You are a good person, Henry. Although you’re hiding behind this exterior of hardness and pessimism, I think you’re a big softie. I don’t think you’re a Heathcliff, no, I think you’re a Darcy. Simply feeling deeply, but shoving it down, so you won’t get hurt.”

He didn’t know what to say to that.

“Anyone would be lucky to have you, really.” She finished, putting her hand on top of his. There was a shock of electricity that ran through every, single nerve in his body, sparking out from where her small hand rested on his, warmth seeping into his body completely, his breath stolen – in a single touch, his entire being suddenly tethered to someone else, and he had no choice in the matter. He was fully hers, body and soul, wanting nothing more than to be hers.

She seemed completely oblivious to the ferocity her touch had brought with it, and she smiled at him before jumping out from the Ferris wheel, her fingers weaving in between his. His heart thudded and skipped a few beats, as if it was trying to match hers, even without hearing it. His heart was a hummingbird, trying to keep against the wind.

“Let’s go and make you win a teddy bear for me.” She smiled and he tried to look away from her, as if she was the sun; but like the sun, she was ever present.

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mitsukui · 3 years

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birthday suit | g.w.

Pairing: George Weasley x female reader.

Summary: your boyfriend, George Weasley, could never allow you to sleep without a birthday celebration ━ this is the third and final part of my ‘Good Girl’ series, so make sure you read ‘Good Girl’ (pt.1) and ‘Make It Cream’ (pt.2) as well!

Word Count: 4,2k.

Warnings: smut! Mentions of food, daddy kink, dirty talk, cum play, spit play, overstimulation, praise kink, lingerie kink (is that a thing?), use of toys, gagging, choking, finger sucking, pictures being taken with total consent.

Disclaimer: none of the pictures used in the edit below belong to me; I simply put them together.

A/N: this was so highly requested! I hope I can make justice to your requests and desires, my loves. Please, leave me some feedback if you feel like it! My askbox is open for your opinions, thoughts and requests. Thank you so much for your time and attention! ♡

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The clock struck midnight, and his thin and pinkish lips curled up in a devious smirk. He was well aware of your dislike towards celebrating your birthday, but you had been acting like such a good girl that he just had to give you something to celebrate the special day.

Truth being told, he was deeply and eternally thankful for your existence and for your presence in his life. You had changed so many aspects of his old self, taught him so many new things, and provided him so many novel feelings and experiences. You were the love of his life, and nothing would be able to ever change that.

However, he had also discovered an unexplored side of him with your help: George Weasley was an utterly kinky man. And there was nothing that he fancied more than seeing you squirming under his touch, moaning his name, and covered in his cum.

So your birthday gift had to be obviously related to that.

Ever since the wondrous night when you dominated him in the middle of your kitchen, he had been holding himself back and gathering all of his desire for you. You still had shared intimate moments, but none of them had been as intense as the very first time you called him ‘daddy’. And you missed those moments.

You missed being dominated by him, you missed the feeling of his hands hitting your skin repeatedly, you missed hearing his degrading words, you missed the air being cut from your lungs because he was choking you.

Thanks Merlin things were about to change.

Focused on a few things related to work, you had your eyebrows furrowed and teeth pressed down onto your lower lip. Every now and then, you mumbled some words to yourself, and George adored how you did this whenever you were concentrated.

The way you were completely clueless about his plans was simply adorable to him.

“Princess?” His words came out through a soft and moderately low voice, but it was enough to end your trance and make you look at him.

When your eyes met his figure, you noticed he was holding two things: a small white box, and a black shopping bag. As a result, you sighed and gave him a disapproving look. The quill you were holding was put to rest on your desk and you ran a hand through your hair.

“How many times have we talked about this, George? You know I’d rather see it as a normal day, than as my birthday.”

The tall man continued taking small steps as you sustained your visible frustration towards him. Despite your sudden bad mood, his smirk never faltered.

“I know, I know. But I saw these bad boys and I couldn’t stop thinking about it.”

You crossed your arms against your chest, the urge of punching him right in his handsome face burning inside you. With one of your eyebrows raised, you nodded shortly, signaling him to continue speaking.

“Don’t think of these as birthday gifts. Think they’re just gifts, because you’ve been a good girl for me.”

Unlike his smirk, you faltered. You blinked repeatedly and your arms fell to the sides of your body. Damn, you missed hearing those kinds of words. And he clearly noticed it, because he stepped even closer to you.

“You’ve been a good girl for me, haven’t you?” His dark eyes glistened with a deep, deep hunger, something which you had almost forgotten all about. It was so easy for him to read you. He knew exactly what those slightly parted lips and discontinuous breath meant. “Such a good girl for daddy.”

And then, just like that, you were wrapped around his finger. However, it was not time for you to have your entertainment yet. Both of you still needed to wait some more, and he was willing to make you suffer a bit.

“Let’s see what daddy’s got you, hmm?”

He carefully positioned the white box in your own hands, gesturing for you to open it and, when you did, a chuckle slipped out of your lips effortlessly.

Inside of that first box, there was a small square of strawberry cake, splattered with condensed milk and tiny raspberries. The sight was mouthwatering, though he gave you no time to think much about it.

Two of his slender fingers ran over the creamy liquid, capturing some of it. In a quick movement, he shoved his fingers into your mouth, which caused your tongue to automatically swirl around them. A growl got caught in his throat, the feeling of that type of intimacy being missed erupting in his chest.

There was enjoyment in that act for you too, your long lost submissiveness returning to you bit to bit. Your eyelashes fluttered until you closed your eyes, and you opened your mouth a bit wider, allowing his fingers to go in deeper.

He showed no mercy upon you, quickly gaining a fast pace shoving his fingers in and out your mouth. Occasional gags echoed in the silent room and saliva was already dripping down your chin. Funnily enough, the condensed milk still danced around your tongue and his fingers.

“Don’t swallow it.”

He was quick to order you and even quicker to kneel down in front of you. Confusion played with your senses for a bit while the liquid remained still inside your mouth. “Spit it in my mouth.”

A series of tingles played with your core and it was almost as if you had mistaken his words for something else. However, he stuck his tongue out and stared intensely at you, his gaze never wandering to somewhere else.

So you obeyed. You placed both of your hands on the sides of his face, leaned down just a bit, and brought him closer to you. He held on your thighs as the liquid was transferred into his mouth, his nails being pressed against the soft skin.

Once George had all the liquid inside his mouth, he swallowed it and released the pressure he had created on your thighs with his hands. He stood up, towering over you and whispering how much of a whore you are. His thumb ran across your parted lips while you resisted the urge to ask him if he could fuck your mouth relentlessly.

“Now, princess, there’s one more for you to open. We can eat your cake later, alright?” He handed you the black bag this time and, already feeling eager enough, you opened it in a heartbeat.

Inside of the bag, there was a lingerie set. The upper piece was covered in a light pink shade, and the top cups were adorned with a transparent fabric with red hearts on it. There was a pink see-through thong there as well, to complete the set. However, those were not the only things in there.

Resting insignificantly on the corner of the bag, your eyes captured the sight of something yet unknown. Your fingers grazed the surface of the object until you finally got a hold of it and were able to identify what it was: a vibrator.

You looked up at him for answers, and that same smirk was back on. You hated him for it, for how good he looked at that moment, and for how wet you already were.

“You’ve found my favorite part of it all, darling. This little guy”, George took the vibrator from your hands, and fiddled with it. His hand looked so big compared to it that it was hypnotizing. “is gonna be inside you for the entire day tomorrow. Do you understand it?”

His voice assumed that old dominant tone and you almost collapsed right in front of him, begging to be fucked. You nodded along his words. “This little part is gonna be brushing against your clit, vibrating from time to time.” His index finger ran over the toy slowly, accentuating all of its features. “And this one is gonna be inside of you, shoved up real deep in your cunt.”

Although you had not even reached your orgasm yet, you swore you were seeing stars. You could feel your panties covered in a sticky mess due to the wetness he had caused with so little.

“But let’s not get excited now, shall we? There’s a long night of sleep ahead of us. Go to bed now, I’ll be right there with you.”

Dizziness clouded your mind and you could only obey George, your pleasure reaching a point that was so high that you even forgot what you were doing before any of that started.

You fell asleep together that night, and you slept like a baby. In the next morning, he woke you up with a tenderness which was soon destroyed by his fingers playing with your clit, stretching your pussy lips and shoving the vibrator inside you, exactly like he had promised last night.

And exactly like he had told you to, you stayed with it throughout the day.

He told you he had put a spell on it that allowed him to control it even when you were distant from each other. With a simple flick of his wand, he would be able to make it vibrate or make it stop. If he whispered a few words, the vibrator could even thrust in and out of you. Was not magic amazing?!

In a nutshell, he was able to torture you whenever and however he wanted. And that’s what he did.

He started out slowly, gently almost. The very first vibrations came in the morning, when you had just started working. It was like a ticklish touch, giving you a fluttering pleasure. You gasped once you felt it, shocked by how suddenly it had reached you. However, he only allowed you to feel that for brief moments, teasing you recklessly in random moments during the day.

When the evening at last arrived and it was the end of your shift, you were nothing but a terrible shaking and furtively moaning mess. Warmness controlled your cheeks, your legs trembled and you could not wait to be touched after so many vibrations and thrusts.

But the real torture met you when you apparated back to the apartment you shared with George.

He was waiting for you, sat on the leather couch in the living room. His Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes’ uniform hugged every inch of his muscular body ravishingly, but what really got you was the way he stood up as soon as he laid eyes on you.

It only took him a second to notice your submissive and ready-to-be-pleased-and-please condition, and another mere second to crash his lips against yours. He kissed you with a hunger you thought he would never feel again for you, hands showing no hesitation to explore your body, and squeeze any parts he was crazy about.

As he kissed you, you felt the same vibrations from earlier but, this time, you were free to moan. So you did. You opened your mouth while he kissed you and moaned loudly, instantly begging him to fuck you through whispers mixed with whimpers.

George led you to your shared bedroom and, when he pushed you down onto the bed, he chuckled and ran his hand over his jawline, the bulge on his pants starting to bother him.

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten what you did to me the last time. I’m going to fucking destroy you tonight, birthday girl.”

That was enough to make you moan and spread your legs for him. In the blink of an eye, he undressed you, leaving only the lingerie he had gotten you on.

His dark eyes studied your body and, amongst so many lustful feelings, a pang of love exploded in his chest. You were so beautiful, and he was so honored to openly see how much you loved and trusted him. And, at that moment, the certainty that you were the only one for him burned fiercely inside him.

Still with your legs spread open for him and few clothing on, you ran your fingers over your clothed intimacy, the vibrator now feeling a bit like a bother, once you would rather have his cock filling you up.

As soon as he was close enough to you on the bed, his fingers removed your panties and he was blinded by the way your juices from the entire day were displayed on the fabric.

“Just look at this…” He shot you a disapproving looking, however, on the inside, he was far beyond turned on. “I bet you came so many times, didn’t you, princess?”

You nodded at his words, lips pressed together. You could feel he was about to degrade you, which made an enormous fire appear on your loins. His words, however, turned out to be the entire opposite of what you were expecting.

“What a good girl you’ve been for daddy. I see you’ve kept my little gift on the entire day, right?”

Instead of answering him, you chose to take your legs up to your chest this time, all of you being exposed for his eyes to feast on. You used all of your strength and attempted to push out the toy, but it was useless; it only moved a few inches.

“So pretty, baby girl. I bet you feel really sensitive right now, yeah? Even a bit swollen, perhaps.” George palmed his erection, precum leaking from the tip and creating a small spot on his underwear. “And I bet you taste really good.”

With this final sentence, he brought your panties up to his lips and gave it a long and slow lick. The scene unraveling in front of your eyes caused your wall to clench around the vibrator.

While he licked your juices off your panties and looked at you the entire time, needy moans were the only sounds coming out of your lips. You had never imagined he would do something like that. Although it was something extraordinarily new for you, you still enjoyed it somehow, and made sure your brain was recording every piece of it. It would come in handy whenever you two were apart.

“So, so sweet, princess. That’s my good girl.” He leaned down and pecked your lips quickly, soon loosening his tie. “How about we take this off now?”

He ran his fingers over the toy, putting some extra pressure on the part that was close to your clit. In slow and teasing movements, he pulled the vibrator out of you, a string of your own juices still making a connection between you.

The action forced you to buckle your hips up, desperation and lust being the only things rushing through your veins then. You were indeed sensitive, just like he had predicted, but you still wanted to feel his lips, fingers and cock playing with you.

“Can you, please, fuck me, daddy? I’ve been waiting all day long…”

Your voice broke his trance in a billion of pieces, and the way he looked at you was slightly dangerous. You loved his eyes whenever he looked at you like that. And he loved looking at you like that, because it meant he was about to fuck your brains out.

Without any words, he used one of his hands to pull your chin down and open your lips, and the other to shove your recently licked panties into your mouth.

“You’re gonna be real good for daddy now, alright, princess?” The same hand he had used to make you gag on your own underwear was now pressing the sides of your neck and cutting all the existing air in your body.

You rolled your eyes to the back of your head and your moans were muffled by the fabric in your mouth. While still choking you and eating you up with his eyes, his free hand travelled to your pussy and he went straightforward to your clit.

“You’re soaking wet, babe. Aren’t you a desperate whore?” His fingers moved in circular gestures and they were increasing in speed second after second. “My desperate whore, though.”

Eyes shut tightly, eyebrows furrowed together, and tension building in your lower stomach area, you whimpered and nodded at everything he was doing at that moment.

George was crazy about the way your wetness painted his fingers, the way he had been the one to cause all that, the way you were indeed slightly swollen yet begging for more, and the way you were entirely his. The entire situation was almost like a mirage to his eyes, and his secret devotion for you could not get any bigger at that moment. He lusted over you, but he also loved you more than anything else in the entire universe.

Soon enough, another orgasm washed over you as tiny tears escaped your eyes. Sounds that resembled screams quite a lot escaped your lips, but did not make very far as for echoing in the room.

George’s touch became gentle again and he allowed you to breathe properly again. You opened your eyes and found him smiling at you, his thumb brushing against your cheekbone and words of praise escaping his lips in whispered notes.

The mix of feelings both of you had always felt during these moments was something really out of this world, and how he could so easily switch from being dominant to being loving only made you feel more submissive to him.

“Is it okay if daddy fucks you now, princess? Do you think you can take it?” This time, however, you could not even nod. Pleasure was still sending waves of shock down your spine and you needed some extra time to recover. So you only blinked in response, tilting your head to the side and pressing your face against his hand.

“You remember our safe word, yeah? And you know that you can use it anytime, right? I’ll stop it right away, darling.”

You closed your eyes once more, humming in response. Deep down inside, you wondered if you could handle another round. You were exhausted already. Being teased the entire day was no easy task, and being teased by George Weasley was enough to make anyone drown in lust.

However, something inside of you wanted to go that extra notch. You knew he wanted it, too, and you would do anything to pleasure him. And, on top of all that, it had been the best birthday you had ever had, so why not make it memorable?

As you remained silent, he pressed gentle kisses to your temples and forehead, fingers running over your nipples through your delicate and almost innocent looking bra. Whatever answer came from you, it would not matter much to him. He was happy to stay with you like that, completely ignoring his own needs and focusing solely on you and what was best for you.

But you opened your eyes after a while, a new energy bursting inside you and that same old crave for him still burning as strongly as ever. You and George exchanged a long stare and both of you just knew it.

You knew you were respected and taken care of by your soul mate, and he knew he had found everything he had always looked for.

He undressed as you watched wordlessly, your underwear now soaked by your own saliva. A few moments later, he lined himself up with your entrance, teasing you a bit more by rubbing his shaft against your incredibly sensitive cunt.

“Don’t forget to use our safeword if you need it, princess.”

And, with that, he buried himself inside you. You arched your back and cried out instantly, the feeling of finally being full of him giving you everything you had been longing for the entire day. He got a grip on your hip bones and started pumping in and out of you slowly.

Your walls felt so tight around him, repeatedly clenching his member, and your warmness was not of much help either. He had spent the day in a torturous manner as well, imagining if you were enjoying what he decided to do with you. Images of you taking deep breaths from time to time, covering your mouth, and gasping had popped into his mind in the worst moments, and it had been hard for him to focus on anything else other than the moment he would see you again.

George fucked you in a romantic and patient way. He adjusted to your needs, paying attention to your body and your reactions. His thrusts were steady and deep, dripping with the great devotion he felt for you.

But when he felt his own orgasm was approaching, he sustained a faster and sloppier pace, your name leaving his lips like a mantra and his fingers focusing on your clit once more.

Unison moaning filled the air hovering above the two of you, and you felt you were close as well. It did not take long until you were coming undone for him and him only, nails digging onto his forearms and more small tears streaming down your cheeks.

George’s moans became louder and he knew it was time. While you still trembled and gasped for air, he slipped out of you, but kept on stroking himself. He violently pulled your panties out of your mouth and, once you understood what he was about to do, you stuck your tongue out.

His warm seed fell on your face, painting your tongue and bits of your chin as well. He breathed heavily, his hand still stroking himself and your name leaving his lips.

You somehow managed to pull off an innocent and submissive look, despite the exhaustion that now took over your body, while moving your tongue and savoring the way he had again made you his. With your eyes stuck on him, you whimpered and waited for his permission to swallow the white ropes on your tongue.

“Fucking Merlin, princess.” George was sweaty and a tad exhausted as well, but the sight of you with your lips covered in his cum was too amazing to be wasted. “Hold on a sec.”

He left you like that, tongue stuck out and cum continuously releasing its flavor in your mouth. And, when he returned, he had an instant camera in hands. Your eyes widened and, once more, he was surprising you with things he had never done before.

“Make a really pretty pose for daddy.” Sweet chuckles were captured by his ears, which only caused him to chuckle too and tell you, again, how much of a good girl you were for him.

You stuck your tongue out even further, and your fingers were brought up to your bra. You rolled up the piece and your breasts were then visible. Still using your fingers, you spread his cum around your lips and chin area, and even took a bit of it to both of your nipples. It was enough to make him hard again.

“Get ready now.” Right before he snapped the picture, you played with his cum, a string of the liquid connecting your tongue and your middle finger. He groaned at the scene, internally swearing he could fuck you until the daylight.

Once the picture was out and you could see it perfectly, you swallowed his cum, but enjoyed feeling the remains of it on your skin. For a brief while, he selfishly stared at the little square on his hand, mesmerized by the way the picture moved and had captured you being so dirty. His fingertips ran over his sensitive tip and he threw his head back, but he was quick to return to reality.

“Do you wanna see it?”

You nodded at his words, body turning towards him. George was someone who managed to look good even after exhaustion and huge waves of pleasure. His eyelids looked somewhat heavy, and he still found a bit of difficulty to breathe properly. Love overflew from your heart and you were unable to hold a small smile back.

His body fell down next to yours, against the white sheets of your bed, and his head rested on his pillow. He showed you the picture and, strangely enough, you loved watching yourself like that. Your self-esteem skyrocketed.

“Do you like it, daddy?”

“I love it, princess. I guess it’s my new favorite picture of yours. Being such a good slut for daddy, huh? Covered in his cum and showing it off.”

The picture was put down and your tired body was brought closer to his. He pressed his lips against yours in a sweet, slow and sloppy kiss, a huge contrast compared to the way he had treated you throughout your birthday.

He broke the kiss after a minute or two, and studied all of your features. The picture was obviously mesmerizing for him, but the reality he had created with you was much, much better.

“You’re the love of my life. Thank you for giving me this opportunity to celebrate your birthday with you.” As he whispered his confession, you placed your hands on his chest and scratched his freckled skin gently, something you know he adored. He peppered your face with delicate kisses and then proceeded to speak again, his caring nature slipping through the cracks of his dominant self.

“Happy birthday, princess. Words will never be enough to fully express my love for you.”

Celebrating your birthday next year did not sound too much of a bad idea, after all.

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Dearest Pandolfius,

I have heard that you write excellent stories, so I have come to your askbox to humbly beg for some Lambden content. I'm thinking a Modern AU in which Aiden is a ballet dancer, but in one of his performances he stumbles on stage. Do whatever you want with that hehe.

Love, Jolfius

I am so sorry Jolfius my love, this took way too long to publish. It has been sitting in my drafts for ages because I couldn't think out a crude thing for Lambert to say. But here it is at last <3 (Oh yeah, and let's see if anyone catches my zelda reference ehehe)

Thank you @kuripon for beta reading and @all-hail-the-witcher for helping me do dancing somewhat correct, and @damatris for letting me borrow drunk sheep on a tightrope <3 You are the very best

Warnings: Mentions of serious injuries and recovery. Lambert shows he cares by getting angry, and poor dancing knowledge.

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Lambert sits in the audience, his knee jumping. It is opening night and the company has been practicing for months. And practicing harder than probably most was his love, Aiden.

He doesn’t have a big part, staying towards the back of the corps sections. Nothing that can be too much. They are really lucky they decided to keep him, but Tissaia always had a good eye towards Aiden.

The curtains open, the orchestra starts, the ballerina on stage breaks her pose and starts her pirouettes and twirls, her complicated leaps and turns, ever graceful.

A man approaches her and together they dance to the trembling violins. It is beautiful, it is painful, it is aching and full of emotion. Two years ago, Aiden had been in an accident. A piece of scenery came undone, the moon literally falling down on stage. Luckily, Aiden was the only one who got hurt.

Nothing lucky about it, in Lambert's opinion.

The worst part of the injury had been the head trauma. He spent two weeks in a coma, and when he woke up, they discovered that he had lost sight in one eye and was suffering terrible migraines. His right knee had also taken a bad hit, and nothing pained Lambert’s heart more than watching Aiden get the news of his injuries.

Lambert had spent many months with him in the hospital, in physical therapy, cuddled together in their pitch black bedroom when the outside became too much.

But nothing, absolutely nothing could keep Aiden from his dreams.

The first time Lambert drove Aiden to the studio, they both were nervous. Tissaia said Aiden would always be welcome back, but they all knew they couldn’t afford a dancer that couldn’t dance.

“You could always become a teacher?” Lambert offered after a long silence, Aiden staring out the side window. “If you are half as good as that twat Vilgefortz, you would run him out of business. He looks worse than a drunk sheep on a tightrope.”

Aiden didn’t reply.

Somehow, Aiden had made it through a gentle training program. He was not the first dancer with injuries, and he wouldn’t be the last. His knee kept up surprisingly well, but his depth perception was fucked up now, so there had been some wobbly landings.

But how Aiden shined.

And here they are, after a long journey. Tissaia finally agreed to let Aiden be a corps dancer, to stand on stage again. Lambert follows the story with mild interest. It is an adaptation of a Polish fairytale about a sorceress, and a man bewitched to be her destiny. Despite being each other's halves, they fight like the sea fights the shore.

It is a lot more complicated than that, but Lambert is not here for them. He sits with rapt attention, and after almost 45 minutes, Aiden steps out on stage.

It is hard to see him, hidden in the third row of dancers on the left side, but Lambert only has eyes for him. They fought about this. Hard and loud and angry.

Lambert thinks Aiden is an idiot for still trying, for not taking a step back, for risking everything all over again. The doctor had said one bad landing and Aiden might not even be able to walk again, yet alone dance.

But as the light shines on his hair, slicked back in a tight bun, his eyes rimmed with kohl, Lambert can see why Aiden fought him. The way he carries himself out here, how in control he is of his own body. He is beautiful. Alive. Happy.

He might never get a lead role, might never dance with the prima ballerina. But being out here is enough. Aiden lives and breathes for his dancing.

And just as Lambert relaxes, Aiden stumbles and winces. It is small, just a light misstep, but Lambert saw the wince, the clench of his jaw.

Fuck.

As soon as the first intermission begins, Lambert goes backstage. Many of the dancers greet him, but he doesn’t have time. Aiden sits with his leg held high, muscles taped and tense. Worry and

anger well up in Lambert, and soon it spills over.

“I fucking told you this was a bad idea!” he spits, and Aiden jerks in surprise, turning to look at him.

“I’m fine, Lambs.”

“No, you are fucking not! I told you and you never listen!”

“Lambert.”

His tone is sharp, and Lambert draws in an angry breath. Holds it.

“Do you trust me?” Aiden asks him, taking his hand and squeezing it.

The anger drains out of him, but the worry remains.

“With my life,” he says quietly. “Just not with your legs.”

Aiden smirks, just on this side of dirty. The things they have done with those legs makes it hard to dispute just how much he trusts them, and Aiden knows it.

“Shut it,” Lambert mutters, and Aiden laughs, deep and happy.

Somewhere behind them, the stage manager yells the five minute warning, and Aiden pulls Lambert down into a kiss.

“I’m fine, Lambchops,” Aiden says against his lips and then he leans back. ”It was just a stumble. It happens, it hurts, but I’m alright. I have a half hour break before the next dance, and Triss will never let me out there if she decides I can’t. It’s fine.”

Lambert grumbles, but finds himself defeated.

He does trust Aiden, and he trusts Triss to keep Aiden down to earth. Aiden pulls him in for another slow, warm kiss, soothing the last remnants of anger and worry away.

“When we get home tonight, I got a surprise for you,” Aiden whispers, dragging his lips gently across Lambert's cheek. Fuck, how he loves this man.

Aiden doesn’t stumble again. His dance is flawless, and Lambert can’t breathe. When they get home, they are both exhausted. Lambert helps him with his night time routine of stretching and massaging.

He is beautiful, aching and full of emotion when he lowers himself down to one knee in front of Lambert. He is alive, happy and full of hope when he lifts a red velvet box and offers the ring inside to Lambert.

Once again, Lambert can’t breathe.

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ezgithechaotic · 3 years

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The Parent Trap | Chapter Six; to love someone else

pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

AU: The Parent Trap, dad!harry

series summary: Identical twins Benjamin and Edward, separated at birth and each raised by one of their biological parents, later discover each other for the first time at summer camp and make a plan to bring their wayward parents back together.

chapter summary; There are so many thing to say, but so little time for Harry and Y\N.

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Life had a funny way of bringing people together, and it had no interest in their desires. Sitting on one of the blue couches, a coffee in her hand, the only thing Y\N wanted to do was run away and never look back. But she wasn't eighteen anymore; she had learned that running from your problems only circled you back to them. So, she did what every reasonable person would do, stayed put. But now, seeing her hand shaking while holding the silver spoon, Y\N was questioning every decision she ever made that brought her to this point.

So much for getting over him Y\N, well done.

"You look good."

The moment words left his mouth Harry cursed himself silently. You look good. Of course, she did. Is that what he all had? After almost nine years, Y\N still made him tongue-tied. He wasn't the Harry who stood in front of thousands of people to perform; he was a boy again, and he hated it. He was eighteen again, seeing his producer's sister and thinking, maybe he is capable of love. Despite feeling like it was yesterday, Harry wasn't eighteen anymore. He didn't have the opportunities to be stupid and in love. It had been a long time since Harry had lost that chance. Wishing he could say sorry and explain anything wasn't going to solve anything, and it surely wasn't going to bring him his old Y\N, who was naive enough to fall in love with a worldwide star. She knew better now. So, maybe the only thing he could come up with was you look good.

Even though a moment of sadness passed her face, Y\N was quick to pull herself together. She put a kind smile on her face, the way she did when one of her customers made her feel tired, but she still had to keep going. Harry had seen that smile before when he told her he had to cancel one of their dates, again or when he told her that they couldn't be seen together in public.

"You look good too."

There it was again, her velvet-like voice. Y\N had always amazed Harry; she could be kind to everyone no matter what, even when the person across her was the reason for her broken heart. Neither of them dared to ask about their sons and each other. How would you ask about someone you chose to leave behind?

"Can I..." Y\N could feel her anxiety riling up. She took a deep breath and tried sitting more straight. "How is he?"

Harry's heart almost skipped a beat. He couldn't decide if he was stupid to send him away. Would it be less awkward if Benjamin was there, or would it be a dread to explain to him why his mother was standing in the middle of their guest room?

"Look, I know we had an agreement." Y\N sighed. Harry didn't realize how much time it took him to come up with an answer until she spoke. "I only want to know how he is."

"He's... Well, he's good."

Harry apparently lost his ability to form any good sentences that day, but it looked like he was talking to a brick wall. Y\N left her cup on the coffee table, now leaning and resting her elbows on her knees.

"I feel like I'm doing a terrible job." Eyes fixed on the ground and watery, head between her hands, Harry couldn't remember the last time he had seen Y\N so vulnerable. "Edward is the sweetest boy, I swear. He's the perfect kid any parent could ask for. And I feel like I'm the worst mother for tearing him apart from his brother, for not giving him the life he deserves. And the only thing I can think of is would he be happier if he were with you." She was up suddenly, pacing around the room.

"And how much I missed from Benjamin's life. Will, he ever know me, or Edward ever know you? Will they ever know each other? Will they ever forgive us for what we did?" She stopped, looking at Harry. She couldn't remember how long it had been since she looked into his green eyes. She wanted to keep going. Scream, shout, cry. But she stood there, looking at him, waiting like he could give her an answer.

Will I ever forgive myself for letting you go?

Y\N wanted to keep asking, but there was no point. She stopped a tear before it could reach her jaw, quickly. "God, I don't know how long I've been holding that in."

Harry was dying to apologize, to ask if she was missing him as much as he was missing her. He was dying to fall at her feet and beg for forgiveness. Instead, he sat there, like an idiot.

"We were young, Y\N. We did what we thought was best. Wrong or right, there is no undoing it right now."

Hearing her name roll off his sweet mouth woke something inside Y\N. She had so many things she wanted to say but didn't know where to begin. Her mouth was frantically opening and closing back again, but nothing came out.

Sarah and Mitch were just outside the room, trying to listen to the conversation. "I swear he's so stupid," Mitch whispered. "Just say something!"

"Hey, be quiet. I'm trying to listen."

Before Mitch could say anything, he heard key sounds coming from the front door. He quickly turned to Sarah. "Camille wasn't visiting today, right?" He was praying that it wasn't Camille, but there wasn't anyone outside them who had keys to Harry's house.

"Shit."

"I know you're a great mother, Y\N; I know that. And I know we did wrong things, but that doesn't mean you're failing."

"I feel like I am." Y\N was still standing there, her fingers fidgeting with her white shirt. She wanted to yell, how could he possibly know what kind of mother she was? He was never there. Harry stood up with a purpose to walk to Y\N and maybe to hold her. But his actions stopped when the door to the guest room opened.

And there she was, Camille Rowe with all her glory. Blonde hair sitting on her shoulders, red-colored lips, and long lashes, she looked like she came straight from a runway. And Y\N tried with all her might, but she couldn't hate her. Even though her pants were horrible, even though she always used her beauty to get away with her cruelty. And, true, the diamond ring sitting on her finger was no help, but still, she had no hate for her. It wasn't Camille's fault that she was at his feet, basically asking Harry to fix everything because she was too vulnerable.

How Y\N wished she could love somebody else that wasn't Harry. She wished she could move on as he did. But it was stuck, her whole life was stuck since he left her without any explanation. Sometimes she would feel so ready to love someone else, to find anybody willing to take her this broken. She tried so hard, lying to herself, making everyone believe she got over him. She didn't listen to any of his songs, watch anything that could be related to him. She was running away for the last nine years, not once stopping and looking back. Well, look where it brought her to now, sitting in the same room with him and his fiancee, who had no idea how much history they had.

"I honestly love everything piece you do." Did she? Y\N couldn't tell if Camille knew everything or not. But if she did, she was a damn good actress. And Y\N was terrified of what could come after this if she didn't leave that house right now. "I would love it if you worked on my wedding dress."

Y\N's whole world was upside down at that moment. Her hair on her neck stood on end. Her whole body was shivering; she didn't know if it was rage or hurt. Still, the smile came up again.

"I'm afraid I'm too busy with my new collection."

"Well, I will have to find someone else, I guess." Camille laughed, her hand sneaking up Harry's leg. Y\N was burning, her blood felt like it was boiling inside her veins. She needed to get out of there, quick. "But I'm so glad Harry could reach somebody. He had been looking for that cardigan for days, now. I thought he was going crazy." She laughed again, unlike everyone else in the room but, apparently she didn't care.

"It was no problem, honestly. Jonathan is a dear friend of mine; I was just doing a favor." Y\N couldn't believe how calm she sounded. Maybe she should have chosen to be an actress.

"I'm sure you're very busy, but we would love to see you at the wedding. Right, honey?" Camille turned to Harry, waiting for his approval. Harry quickly nodded as if he was waiting to agree to everything she was saying. "Of course."

"I'll have to see, I guess." Y\N didn't know how much longer she could pretend like everything bathed in sunlight. So, she got up, ignoring the shaking in her legs. "I should go, my team is probably waiting for me."

"It was lovely to meet you." Camille held her hand out. Her grasp was hard like she was telling Y\N to start running and never look back again. Still, Y\N stood her ground, firmly taking her handshake and smiling. Her eyes meet Harry's for a second. There were so many things she wanted to say, but she didn't think anything that she could say would turn this around. So, she lied instead.

"Congratulation on the engagement. You two make a lovely couple."

Y\N couldn't believe she could lie so effortlessly, without any trembling in her voice. Still, shaking Camille's warm hand and seeing her next to Harry with a diamond on her hand made her want to get in her car and run away to somewhere very far away that she could throw up. So, she did that.

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