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#she runs up and down the attic stairs as well. for what
megu-meow · 9 months
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Triangle - Gojo Satoru
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girldad!gojo x wife.reader
Summary: Satoru's wife and his daughter gossip about him.
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Something seems fishy. And no, it's not how fast Satoru's one and only daughter is suddenly five years old, despite all of his efforts to keep her a little baby. No, he's slowly getting over that. It's the way that little rascal and her mama, the love of Satoru's life, keep giggling every time he walks into a room. It's the muffled voices he hears as he turns away from the two of them and the whispered words he cannot quite comprehend. There's only one logical conclusion to draw here: his girls are gossiping about him behind his back.
So Satoru opts for the only reasonable solution to the situation at hand: he climbs the unsteady ladder that leads to the attic, on a quest to find the old baby monitor so that he can place it under the couch, waiting on the other end to catch his girls in the act. He's rummaging through boxes, sneezing every other second from the amount of dust, but he's determined to find the listening device. This cannot go on any longer. He's making a huge mess and a lot of noise as well, he's glad that his little mochi is at kindergarten and you are currently on a mission on the other side of Tokyo. The dust gets increasingly unbearable, Satoru has to turn on his Infinity (something he never does when he's home) so that the small particles cannot reach his nose and the white-haired sorcerer gets more irritated with each passing minute.
"Ha! Found it!" he exclaims with joy as he fishes out the pink walkie-talkie-like device from underneath some baby overalls, ones that bring tears into his eyes as he remembers his baby girl wearing them when she was an infant. However, the other end of the monitor is not in the same box and he huffs out an irritated sigh, continuing to look through the box right next to it. Fortunately, he finds it quickly and climbs down the ladder, and runs to the living room, leaving one end of the baby monitor under the couch, just like he planned. Usually, his baby girls wait for him to get home sitting on the sofa, watching cartoons, and he relies the success of his quest on the consistency of your routine. Suddenly, he senses your cursed energy and hears the excited yells of his little mochi from outside the entrance, so he runs up the stairs, getting into his hiding place in the closet connected to your shared bedroom.
The front door opens and he hears your daughter running in as you warn her to take her shoes off before getting into the living room. She obeys because she's a goodie two shoes and Gojo gets excited to finally hear what his girls have been saying about him.
"Are you hungry, sweetie?" you ask the little girl that resembles her father perfectly with her white hair and mesmerizing blue eyes.
"Yes! Can we eat mochi for dinner?" the little girl exclaims and Satoru smiles to himself, proud that his daughter has developed the same addiction to sugary treats as him.
You lecture her on how mochi doesn't classify as dinner, but you promise she can have some after eating a proper meal, and you mention how probably her father is going to bring home some sweets when he gets back. Satoru smiles again upon hearing that, you know him like the back of your hand.
Making dinner takes way too long, feeding your daughter is even more time-consuming and Gojo is getting more impatient as time passes by. He fights the urge to just abandon his plan and join the two of you, spending time with his two girls is his favorite activity after all. However, as he gets up, stretching his limbs, he finally hears his daughter ask an unusual question.
"Mama? Why did Dada change his wizard clothes?"
"Because he's the Strongest, honey, and sometimes his clothes get torn apart."
"But he looks like a triangle now, no Mama?" you laugh out loud upon hearing her words and Satoru is hurt. Deeply.
"Yes, little one, he does look like a triangle." you agree with the toddler and the giggling continues, offending Gojo even more.
"He also smells." she adds with a familiar chuckle, one that mirrors her father's perfectly. You do not disagree, you keep laughing at your daughter's words, and Satoru bolts up in frustration, he runs down the stairs with unusual force and determination, and he stops in front of you with a deep frown on his face, his hands questioningly on his hips.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN I LOOK LIKE A TRIANGLE? AND I SMELL? WE ALL KNOW MY ESSENCE IS LIKE A FRESH SUMMER GARDEN?! FLOWERY, EARTHY AND MASCULINE!" he exclaims with a large smile on his face, not taking the whole situation seriously, but he pouts at the end of his monologue, urging your beloved daughter to jump into his hands as she doesn't know that her father is doing this on purpose to get limitless attention.
"I'm sorry, Papa, Mama said bad about you and I agreed to get mochi." the toddler says while kissing her father on the cheeks lovingly, a bad habit she learned from said buffoon.
"My kikufuku?! You're saying Mama doesn't love me?" he acts like he's deeply hurt, looking at his favorite girls in adoration. Your daughter just simply nods, not able to look either Satoru or you in the eyes, a clear sign of her being dishonest. If there's one thing neither of the Gojo's standing in front of you were good at, it was being able to sell a lie. They were terrible at it and you didn't mind. You stand up, walking closer to your family, embracing them in a big hug, kissing their foreheads lovingly.
"Mama only loves me!" the toddler exclaims, reaching her little arms towards you, signaling to her father that she wants to be held by you.
"You see, little one, I would have believed you when you said Mama was saying bad things about me and you only agreed to get mochi from me, but I knew you were lying when you said she didn't love me. So I win!" Satoru explains and the toddler hides her face into the crook of your neck from being caught and "deeply hurt".
"Satoru, love, you have to give her mochi now to feel better!" you chime in lovingly and your husband runs out of the living room, into the kitchen to give you the treats he bought on his way home.
"Look at his chicken legs!" you exclaim, pointing in his direction to get your daughter's attention. The toddler in your arms starts laughing loudly and the white mop of Satoru's hair appears from the entrance of the kitchen, a frown evident on his face.
"HEY! I HEARD THAT!"
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bad268 · 17 days
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Uh hiii, I was wondering if you could do a Colby x pregnant reader or part 2 of the one you already did, where a ghost starts to get physical with yn and Colby gets worried
If not that's ok too, no rush :)
Frank Told Us Pt. 2 (Colby Brock X Pregnant! Reader)
Fandom: RPF/Sam and Colby & Co
Requested: Clearly (I LOVE THIS MATE)
Warnings: Doesnt explicitly say it but implies possible miscarriage
POV: Third Person (She/her)
W.C. 1716
Summary: Someone's unhappy, and Colby finds out exactly what he needs to protect Y/n from.
As always, my requests are OPEN
MASTERLIST // HITLIST
<-Part 1
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~~(^Pinterest)
“I’m gonna be a dad!”
“Yeah, Frank just told us.”
“Well, now that that’s out of the way,” Y/n laughed as she and Kat walked back into the living room where the rest of their friends were standing. She walked up to Colby before pulling him aside. He already knew what was coming, so he leaned against the wall and pulled her against him by her waist. “We need to set some ground rules. We’re already here, so we’re not leaving before the week is up.”
“But what if-” Colby tried to interject.
“I said we’re not leaving, Cole,” She snapped, putting her hand over his mouth. “I am still capable of doing the investigation for the week, so we are not leaving just because you know I’m pregnant now. Secondly, which I don’t think you will object to, but I’m not doing solo investigations. I wasn’t going to anyway, but now, I don’t need to make up an excuse for why.”
“Yeah, that one’s valid,” Colby admitted with a light laugh as he left butterfly kisses on your shoulder. “I’m not letting you out of my sight now.”
“You’re going to have to when you and Sam do the solo investigations because I can guarantee that Kat isn’t going to do them,” She laughed with him as she leaned into his body and moved her arms to rest against his shoulder. She played with the hairs at the nape of his neck as she leaned in to kiss him. She pulled away after a moment, causing Colby to chase her lips to keep kissing her. She chuckled lightly as she leaned away. “As much as I would love to stay here in your arms, I think it’s time we head back.”
“Can we just wait a second?” He chuckled as he let out a breath, hiding his face in her shoulder as an arm tightened around her waist while the other moved to rest against her stomach. “Maybe I just wanna hug my girlfriend for a minute after finding out she’s pregnant. Let me have this.”
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Most of the week went smoothly. There were obviously times that scared the group, and they all had to take breaks, but honestly, for the conjuring house, they were all expecting worse. They got some good evidence, and they had very interesting conversations. Unfortunately, Frank did not come through much, but the group was able to talk with other relatives and spirits of the house.
Currently, it was day four of seven. Sam, Colby, and Y/n were all sitting in the attic, recuperating while waiting for the next special guests to arrive. Kat had to head home, but she agreed to pick up and drop off some food. Kat had texted Y/n a few minutes prior, letting her know that she was almost there, so when Y/n heard knocking coming from downstairs, she assumed it was Kat.
“Kat’s brought the food!” Y/n cheered as she jumped off the bed she was sitting on with Colby. Then, she turned to Colby and joked, “I’ll race you.”
“You’re on,” Colby smirked as he took off down the stairs with Y/n trailing just behind him. Ironically, Sam started recording on his phone, mainly just wanting to have proof of who beat who. Sam adjusted to get the perfect view of his two friends running down the stairs as they chased each other. 
All of a sudden, Y/n felt a presence behind her, thinking it was Sam. That is until she felt a hand push her on her back, followed by heat. She stumbled down the last couple of steps. She immediately shrieked and grabbed onto Colby’s shoulders as she lost her footing. This almost caused Colby to lose his own footing if he was not so used to her randomly running up behind him and jumping onto his back.
“Did you trip?” He chuckled at first as he grabbed her hands to hold her securely against his back and walked down the last couple of steps. Then, with a smile on his face, he turned to face her, but his face dropped immediately as he saw her grimace. “Are you okay? Did you hurt your leg or something?”
“Y/n!” Sam yelled, still holding his phone recording, as he ran down the stairs to see Colby holding her up. “You’re not gonna believe this! There was a handprint on your shirt!”
“Wait, a handprint?!” Colby responded, just as loudly. His eyes darted from Y/n’s face to Sam multiple times before he led her to the living room. He kneeled in front of her, held her hands, and helped her breathe. “Was that before or after she fell?”
“She fell?” Sam asked, confused. He did not even notice her fall after being distracted by seeing such a clear handprint on her shirt.
“Did you not see it? She screamed!” Colby snapped as he glared at Sam for a second before returning to Y/n when she whimpered in pain.
“Can you bicker like a married couple after one of you check my back? It’s burning so bad,” Y/n said painfully as she moved to sit toward the end of the couch and leaned onto Colby’s shoulder. Sam took the lead as he set his phone to the side, forgetting to stop the recording, as he slowly and carefully lifted her shirt. Y/n hissed in pain again, and now Sam could see why. Colby watched Sam’s eyes widen in shock as he froze. “What is it?”
“Y/n, don’t freak out-” Sam started but Y/n and Colby cut him off.
“It’s too late for that!”
“Okay okay! Uh, Y/n, you have five scratch marks down your back. Like someone dug all of their nails into your back, and three of them are bleeding,” Sam explained quickly as he lightly tapped the top of the scratch near her shoulder blades and the bottom near the bottom of her ribs.
“You’re lying, Sam,” Colby said in disbelief as he gently pulled away to see for himself. “Holy shit! Y/n you need to get out of here.”
Colby did not want to waste any time, so he pulled Y/n off the couch and out to the car. Thankfully, they had a first-aid kit in the car, and Colby left one of his hoodies in the car on accident, but it came in handy now. Sam followed them out with their main filming camera, not recording yet, but ready if Y/n was okay with it. 
“Y/n, am I allowed to record this?” Sam asked because consent is important and this is a traumatic thing. Sam was not going to push her boundaries.
“Yeah, sure, but where is Kat? She knocked on the door,” Y/n asked as she pulled her shirt off and turned her back to the boys, so Sam could get a shot of the damage, and Colby could help clean it.
“Kat’s not here,” Sam replied baffled. Kat had texted him just before the whole ordeal started, saying that she was stopping to pick up your favorite ice cream as a little treat and totally not bribery for godmother status. He knew she was at least 20 minutes away, so he was confused as to why Y/n thought Kat was there.
“The knocking. I thought it was Kat,” Y/n trailed off as she started thinking through the events. “What if the ghost, whoever it is, wanted to get me to go downstairs for this? What if I did not tell Colby to race? I would’ve fallen down the stairs and maybe…I don’t want to think about that.”
“Was this what Frank was talking about?” Sam suggested, turning the camera from your back to Colby, whose focus was finally broken as he placed the last bandage on her back. COlby’s eyes widened as he slowly turned to Sam. “Protect Y/n…”
“Protect me from what? What’s happening?” Y/n rapid-fired as she put on Colby’s XPLR hoodie that he left in the car. When she turned around, it looked like Sam and Colby saw a ghost. “What aren’t you telling me?”
“When we found out you were pregnant, Frank came through and told me to protect you,” Colby explained as they all sat or stood around the car. “I thought it was when you fell on the ice. That’s why I ran up to you so panicked, but I think Frank knew that some negative entity was going to hurt you. I’ll be honest, I don’t think you should stay here for the rest of the week.”
“How would Frank know that?”
“Maybe he heard something through the grapevine,” Sam proposed, “Satori and Cody said that the spirits were asking for us, so it would make sense if Frank heard something.”
“Honestly, I really don’t want you to stay here,” Colby said seriously as Kat pulled up. Sam took this as a good time to head over to her and explain everything that just happened, and it would give Y/n and Colby a chance to talk. “You could’ve gotten hurt and worse, the baby. I don’t want to risk that. I may have just found out, but I can’t risk anything happening to either of you. I promised you on our first date that I would protect you with my life, and I’m telling you, this is for the best. Please, please don’t fight me on this.”
“You say that like I’d want to go back in that house!” Y/n laughed nervously as she felt herself start crying as the emotions of the event finally caught up to her. Colby immediately wrapped his arms around her carefully as he stroked her hair to calm her down. “Colby, that spirit did not want me in that house. If I hadn’t challenged you to a race, I…Colby. I can’t even think about that. Colby, I’m not going to fight it because I need to think about them too, and honestly, I’m fine with going home or staying in a hotel for the next few days. I don’t care, I just don't want to go back in that house.”
“I’m not gonna let anything happen to you. I promise.”
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hbyrde36 · 6 months
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STWG Drabble 9/19/23
Prompt: “We’re not family”
“We’re not family!” Dustin spit the words in Steve’s face, looming over his hospital bed with a scowl.
Steve's heart sank. Oh no, not Dustin too. “But, you said I was like a brother to you.”
“Maybe at one point you were, but then you let Eddie die. How could you possibly think things could ever be the same after that?”
Had he done that? Was Eddie dead, and was it somehow his fault? He couldn’t remember, it must have been the pain meds clouding his mind. No wonder the kid was so upset.
“I’m sorry, Dustin, I'm so sorry. You know I would have done anything to save him if I could have. Please, you have to know that.” Steve begged. He had so few people in his life that really cared about him, and his heart was breaking at the thought that he’d ruined things with his pseudo little brother. He’d already been disowned by his parents after he didn’t get into college, what more could he take?
“You know what I think?” Dustin began, with a most unpleasant smile on his face. “I think you wanted him to die. I think you were so jealous of him, so afraid that he was going to take me away from ,that you’d do anything to get him out of the picture.”
“No, NO! That’s not true. I liked Eddie! I cared about him! I swear! Why would you…why are you saying these things to me?” Steve cried.
Dustin scoffed. “You're lucky I'm even standing here right now. What good are you to me like this? To us? Bedridden and broken. You can’t even protect these kids you supposedly love now. You’re worthless, Steve. Might as well throw in the towel.”
Steve tried desperately not to fall apart, but what reason did he have to hold himself together now if even Dustin didn't want anything to do with him anymore?
That’s when he heard a familiar voice start screaming his name in the distance. Nancy. She was calling out to him but it sounded like she was a million miles away. Suddenly, he realized that nothing around him made sense. He shouldn’t be in the hospital, and what had Dustin just said about Eddie? Eddie was fine the last time Steve saw him, not ten minutes ago! The last thing he remembered was climbing the stairs to the attic in the Creel house. Robin had just tripped over a vine, he was trying to get to her to help when another one had wrapped itself around his throat. 
“You know she’s only trying to save you out of guilt, Steve. She doesn’t love you, she doesn’t even like you.” Dustin-not-Dustin said, his voice dropping lower with every word spoken. 
Vecna.
Steve jumped out of the bed on the opposite side and ran for the door. He threw it open and sprinted down the hall. The hospital was a ghost town, which he figured made sense considering none of this was real. 
He looked around as he ran, desperate to find a way out. Max had described a portal opening up when she’d escaped Vecna’s clutches in the graveyard, but she’d had the music to guide her then. He knew neither he, Robin, or Nancy had brought a walkman with them into the Upside-Down. 
He kept running anyway, desperate to get as much space between himself and Vecna as possible while he tried to think. He wondered what had happened with Max. Had he not taken the bait, or was Max… already dead? 
The thought made him want to give up. To just lie down on the floor, curl up in a little ball, and let that bastard take him too, but Robin would never forgive him if he gave up now. He pushed on, rushing past empty room, after empty room, finding nothing helpful or useful.
The feeling of hopelessness became overwhelming but just when he was again considering admitting defeat, the world around him dissolved and he was plunged into darkness. 
He woke with a gasp in Robin’s arms. She was rocking him, tears spilling down her face.
“Oh my god, Steve, you’re back!” She cried, squeezing him tightly.
“Where’s Nance?” He asked.
“She’s up in the attic finishing Vecna off. When we couldn’t wake you, we went up there to start the attack, hoping it would force him to let you go. Nancy thinks he was trying to get you and Max at the same time, and it left him too distracted and vulnerable. We got him Steve, it’s over.”
He sagged in relief. Vecna was dead. He was okay, it sounded like Max probably was too. That’s when he remembered what Dustin/Vecna had said about Eddie, and his blood ran cold.
Steve pushed himself out of Robin’s arms and to his feet, quickly grabbing his axe from where it had fallen. He flew down the stairs taking them two at a time and praying he wasn’t too late.
“Where are you going?” Robin shouted at his back.
He paused for only a second to explain. “I think Eddie and Dustin are in trouble, wait here for Nance and meet me back at the trailer!”
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He found Eddie kneeling on the ground surrounded by dozens of dead demobats. His spear and shield had been tossed to the ground. He was breathing heavily, hands pressed tightly to a wound on his side. He was hurt, he was bleeding, but he was alive. 
Steve started stripping out of his jacket as he approached. He tugged the t-shirt over his head and ripped it, trying to create bandages the same way Nancy had. 
Eddie stared up at him with wide eyes. “Am I dead?”
“No.”
Steve pulled Eddie's hands away from the wound and pulled the shirt up so he could get a better look at it. It was pretty bad, but it wasn’t gushing. If they wrapped it tight, and got him to a hospital quickly, Eddie would be just fine. 
“Are you sure? Because the way you just stripped out of those clothes for me is definitely making me feel like I've died and gone to heaven, big boy.”
Steve blushed hard. It was just the blood-loss, he reasoned. Eddie didn’t know what he was saying, so he ignored it.
“You’re gonna be fine, Eddie. Hold that shirt up for me so I can wrap this.”
Eddie did as he was asked, but his gaze never wavered from Steve’s chest. He was pretty sure he even caught the other boy licking his lips at one point, and it definitely didn’t cause warmth to start pooling in his stomach. 
Steve fought hard to concentrate on his work, but he had a feeling that as soon as this was over he was going to need an emergency bathroom floor meeting with Robin.
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lilian-writes-sins · 10 months
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       𝑵𝒆𝒘 𝑩𝒖𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝑻𝒐𝒘𝒏 PROLOGUE
“𝐼𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒—
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★ pairing: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir x Reader
★ p.o.v: 3ʳᵈ person
★ prologue summary: After months of unsuccessfully trying to find Hawkmoth’s identity, Marinette Dupain-Cheng is faced with a different kind of challenge: moving house halfway across the world. Stressed about her situation, both as Marinette and as Ladybug, she puts off telling everyone the news. On her final day in Paris, she visits Master Fu, the holder of the Miracle Box, and gives back the Ladybug Miraculous entrusted to her. With a final goodbye to her old life, the Dupain-Cheng family leaves for New York, starting a new chapter in their lives.
★ tags: marinette leaves; weird magic headcanons to explain things; mentions of an Akuma attack
★ word count: 1,734
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MASTERLIST
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This day couldn’t have started better for Marinette Dupain-Cheng; for once, she wasn’t late for school, waking up earlier than her alarm, in fact. She didn’t rush her morning routine, there were no accidents consisting of tripping down the stairs or spilling food, and the girl was on her way to school in no time.
The school day was also quite nice, not as full of mishaps as it usually is. ‘It truly is miraculous!’ Marinette thought to herself as she walked across the street to her home, ‘Even Chloé didn’t bother me, actually, that was kind of weird’. The girl pushed open the front door to her home and was immediately greeted by her loving parents. It seemed like they were waiting for her.
       “Hey mom! Hey dad! What’s up?” Marinette asked.
       “Hi, honey, me and your father need to talk to you. You’re not in trouble, of course, but it is quite urgent. Here, let’s sit down,” Sabine, Marinette’s mother, gently stated.
The family goes to sit at their dining table. The young girl’s thoughts were running wild, and her hands were growing slightly cold and shaky.
       “So… what is it?”
       “… Well, ahem, your mother and I got a business offer that would help us move up in the world!” Tom replied.
       “Oh, well, that’s great, I don’t see a problem with it!” Marinette congratulated her parents, feeling elated for them.
       “Yes, it is great, but... we’ll have to move to the United States if we take this offer,” the girl’s mother finally spit out.
Time seemed to stop for a second, but for Marinette, that second felt like an eternity. She stood frozen in her seat, staring almost past her parents sitting in front of her. An uncomfortable, stuffy silence passed before Marinette stood up, her chair almost falling over.
       “But... but we can’t just leave! What about ME? What will I do when we move? I only have two years of school left; all my friends are here; and- and you’re telling me that I’ll just have to start over?” The girl felt her throat closing, unshed tears pooling in her eyes, and various thoughts swirling through her mind.
‘What about Ladybug? What will happen to Paris when she’s gone? Oh god, Chat Noir will be powerless against Hawkmoth all on his own!’ Marinette ran upstairs to her room, ignoring the worried shouts of her parents, who were pleading for her to come back.
The teen girl slammed her attic door shut and fell face first on her sofa, sobbing loudly. Tikki flew out of her bag, worried about her holder.
       “Please don’t cry, Marinette! Everything’s going to work out!” the kwami tried to comfort her.
       “But it won’t, Tikki! Everything’s turned upside down so suddenly, and I just can’t deal with it right now! I don’t even want to THINK about what to do about Ladybug! I don’t want to give you up, but there’ll be no other choice…” Marinette was inconsolable at the moment, so the kwami suggested the two get some rest.
       
       
       
       
       
The next morning, Marinette woke up late, silently thanked her good fortune that it was a Saturday, and headed downstairs to freshen up, trying to relieve her swollen eyes and face her parents.
       “Good morning, honey. Are you feeling better today?” her mother asked gently.
       “Morning, mom, yeah... I’m better,” the teen responded, searching through the cupboards for something to eat. “I mulled it over and... I’m fine with it. Obviously, it’s a big change, but if it’s going to make you and dad happy, then let’s do it!” Marinette smiled brightly. Just then, a thought popped into her head, “Uhm, mom? When exactly are we moving?”
       “Oh! Well, see, this was struck upon us quite suddenly, and we ourselves needed a bit of time to process it... so, we have a bit over a week to move,” her father coughed out quickly, coming into the room.
       “…WHAT? But- but that’s such a short amount of time!” the girl shouted, shocked by the news, though she deflated just as swiftly, “I would’ve thought we had more time, not- not a week...”
       “Well, don’t you worry,” Marinette’s father rubbed her shoulder reassuringly, “a week is quite enough time if we start now!”
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
That week, the teen girl didn’t know how to break the news to her friends, especially Alya. She kept putting it off until her very last day of school. Marinette rushed to class on Friday with a box of macarons her dad had made and a few hand-crafted bracelets and charms in hand. She tripped a few times along the way but made it to class just in time.
The school day was quite ordinary, though a bit chilly from the crisp early December air. As school ended, she broke the news to her friends. Tears were shed, lungs were nearly crushed from tight embraces, and heartfelt goodbyes were shared. Alya, Nino and Adrien could only watch sadly as their friend left for home.
       
       
       
       
       
Unfortunately, her last day in Paris was also the same day Hawkmoth decided to send out one of his Akumas to terrorize the city — a deranged farewell of sorts, the girl pondered as she ran for cover. She swiftly transformed into Ladybug and, with the help of Chat Noir, took down the villain in no time.
The two heroes were about to part ways. The heroine asked her partner if he could meet her on top of the Eiffel Tower after re-transforming. Of course, the feline-themed hero eagerly agreed. As they met up, Chat looked at his lady with anticipation, but then she broke the news.
       “…Chaton… I don’t- I have... to leave Paris, and I don’t think I will ever return.” Ladybug couldn’t look her partner in the eyes, not ready to see the expression on his face.
Chat Noir looked like he was about to break down, but he calmed himself and went to comfort his distressed friend. The teen boy promised her to continue protecting their beloved city and become partners with the next Ladybug Miraculous holder.
And so, the pair of heroes, partners, and friends hugged and bumped their fists together before parting ways for the last time.
       “Pound it!”
       
       
       
       
       
The heroine leapt across the rooftops, intent on heading home, before remembering one more person she had to visit, perhaps the most important one. Swiftly changing directions, Marinette hid behind a dumpster in an empty alleyway, then walked the rest of the way to Master Fu’s residence, the cold air nipping at the apples of her cheeks. The teen girl opened the door and saw Wang Fu with his back turned before he addressed her.
       “Hello, Marinette, what brings you here today?” asked Master Fu.
The girl stood in the doorway with Tikki by her side, unsure of how to break the news to him. She went to stand by him, and the old man turned to face her as she spoke.
       “Uhm… Master, I should’ve probably told you this earlier, but... I- I’m leaving Paris permanently.”
       “My, that is of importance...” Fu replied, walking away from Marinette, looking through his dresser, opening a couple of drawers, searching for something unknown to her, “You do understand that you cannot take the Miraculous with you, right?”
       “Aha!” It seems that he found whatever he was looking for.
       “Of course, Master, I’ve accepted it as much as I could,” the girl replied, confused but not questioning him.
       “Alright, then, to sever the soul ties between you and Tikki, you must take this.” As he spoke, he handed her a small fabric bag.
Marinette stood there, eyebrows raised, confused out of her mind, wondering just what the hell was inside. Master Fu noticed her gaze.
       “This bag contains a secret blend of herbs and spices to help you recover quickly from the aftermath of the separation. Though it is not lethal, all holders feel as if they have lost a piece of themselves. The bond between a holder and their Kwami hurts more or less, depending on your connection.”
       “Will I still be able to remember any of this?” Marinette asked.
       “Yes, you will. Only the memories will become murky as time goes on. You will not remember secret information, only a blurry picture,” the elder replied.
       “…oh…”
Master Fu handed her a cup of steaming liquid, presumably the very herbs he had been talking about.
       “Drink up, this will help you reduce most of the symptoms in advance.”
Marinette did as instructed, gulping down the hot liquid, her throat confused by the oddly tropical yet spicy and sour blend of flavors. After setting the cup aside with a sigh, the girl turned to face a strangely quiet Tikki.
The pair looked at each other, committing themselves to memory for what was definitely the last time. All the time they had spent bonding was gone so suddenly, as if someone had pulled the brakes at the last possible second. The little creature gave in first, flying over to Marinette’s face and hugging her as far as her little limbs could let her. The girl embraced her back almost instantly, her eyes welling up with tears.
       “I’ll miss you so, so much, Tikki...”
       “I will miss you too, Marinette, you will always be one of my favorite holders.”
Shaky hands reached up to the earrings — such unsuspecting little jewels, yet they held so much power within them. The girl removed the backings from the rest of the earrings and watched as her beloved friend disappeared into them with a bright pink light, the black studs reverting to their iconic red and black spotted theme. Marinette stared at the two pieces in her palm longingly before handing them over to Master Fu.
       “Be very careful over the next few weeks. A splitting headache is the most common symptom after separation. Drink this tea blend twice a day. You should feel better after a month,” he said, putting the Miraculous back into the Miracle Box.
Another farewell was spoken that day, and with it went another piece of her old life.
       
       
       
       
       
Early in the morning, the Dupain-Cheng family left for the airport, their home empty and barren, a shell of what it used to be, now left behind. As they boarded the plane, Marinette sat in the window seat and looked out the window.
       “Goodbye, Paris… I’ll miss you,” she murmured softly.
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★ author's note: This is a re-write of the original chapter!
★ taglist: @leafanonsforest; @ok-boke; @they2luv1naia; @mytaiyakeylover;
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callmewrinkles3 · 10 months
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Sandwiches
Summary: Dan’s delayed coming home from winter testing. Emmy’s in bed. Fluff.
March 2019
The flight from Barcelona to London wasn’t long, but Dan was exhausted. Two weeks of winter testing meant his brain was mush in a good way. The car felt good. Not great, but he was comfortable. He could work with comfortable. But then there was a delay so they were diverted to Gatwick and it was a pain getting through. But finally after far too long he was getting his bag and getting into the taxi with Blake.
Emmy hadn’t replied to his landed text so hopefully she was actually asleep for once. She never really slept when he was driving, even in testing when it was safe. But then they were in the taxi and he put his phone away so he didn’t smile stupidly at it and give everything away. Having his manager and one of his best mates living next door to his girl was awkward for so many reasons. Especially this one.
“Talk to you tomorrow, Mate? Well, today?” Blake asked and Dan shook his head.
“Day off? Weekend off, fuck it. When’s the next thing I actually have to do? Sim work, right?”
“Sim on Monday yeah.”
“Fuck it. We’re off this weekend. I’m gonna spend it sleeping and stretching.”
“See ya.”
The driver pulled back onto the road until Dan got him to stop beside the 24 hour shop. “Just here, thanks.”
“I thought you were out further?”
“My girl’s in his building and we’re keeping it quiet for now. We’re all friends.”
“Good luck.”
It was a ten minute wait to make sure Blake was actually in his place before Dan started the minute walk down the street. He spent the time productively and picked up a bouquet of flowers for Em. They’d very carefully ignored Valentines Day, unwilling to have that conversation and let his heart be broken if she didn’t feel the same way he did. So instead it was purple and yellow tulips that he had in his hand while he climbed the three sets of stairs to get to the tiny attic apartments.
Opening the front door by pushing in the one spot guaranteed not to squeak, the first thing he noticed was the chill in the air. A quick glance at the crap storage heaters showed they were supposed to be on, but there was no heat emitting from them. Fucking landlord too cheap to fix it even when Dan had called multiple times after Em had. She’d repeated the story about how the handyman taught her how to use the heaters instead of checking them one too many times, her “I was using them in uni halls and I was warmer then, Danny!” filling the air.
Sitting in the middle of the table was a beeswax wrap covered plate and a bottle of water. Pulling the wrap off he discovered the BLT sitting there on crusty bread. His girl always left him something if she was going to bed, crisp bacon and tomatoes that were well insulated to stop the bread going soggy making him so happy. This was home. The way no matter what was going on Em made sure to have a sandwich waiting for him to get back to her if he was due in at night. For the first time in too long there was someone who cared about him just because she liked him and that was magical.
He finished eating and took a swallow from the bottle before capping it and wrapping his arms around himself to keep the heat. It was quick to brush his teeth and run a cloth over his face to get the worst of the travel grime off. But finally he pushed open the bedroom door to see the best thing. His Emmy was curled up on the side of the bed he usually slept on, a black and yellow hoodie on to keep her warm in the March chill. Her arms were wrapped around the Jigglypuff plushie he’d bought for her in Japan the year before and she was so peaceful it nearly hurt him to have to get her to move. He pulled his clothes off quickly and pushed the starry night duvet out of the way so he could slip into the bed.
“I’m back, Emmy. It’s just me,” he murmured as her eyes opened and a grin spread across her sleepy face.
“Missed you.”
“Missed you too.” He kissed the top of her head as she curled up against his chest and tried to get comfy again. A moment later he felt her shuffle and watched as her hands moved her hoodie up.
“What’s up?”
“Wanna feel your skin. Know it’s you. I-“ She was cut off by a yawn. “The hoodie made me think you were Jigglypuff but I’m too sleepy.”
“I’ve got you. Hands up for a minute.” It took less than a minute for him to pull her hoodie off and throw it across the room, leaving her bare skin pushed against his as they curled under the blankets and got warm again.
“Nigh-night Danny. Tell me about testing tomorrow. We’ve got time.” Dan watched Em’s eyes close as she curled in tighter, their legs tangling together. They were flying to Australia in a couple of days to spend time in Perth before Melbourne and he couldn’t wait. It was two and a bit weeks that he got to spend almost entirely with Em curled up beside him with his family there. In the quiet of the night he could admit it to himself. He couldn’t wait to spend time at his home race with the woman he was in love with.
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frozenpeazz · 1 year
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LATE NIGHT LOVINGS
Anthony lockwood x f!reader
Summary- Sometimes Y/n isn't up for missions or Lockwood goes on separate ones, like tonight he and George went out ghost hunting. He comes back late at around 3am from a stressful night and seeks comfort from his s/o.
Warnings- swearing, injury, fluff 🥰
READER AND LUCY SHARE A ROOM JUST PRETEND THEY HAD TWIN BEDS INSTEAD OF A DOUBLE?
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The clock had just hit 3:12am. You were still up, reading about one of the ghosts you were working on. When you heard the front door open and close. You put down your book and headed down the stairs from your attic bedroom. Lucy was long asleep as she had the night off to. As you reached the bottom of the stairs you saw George, and Anthony Lockwood. Your significant other. George was quick to run off to bed after some sarcastic comments about how great the mission was, and then it was just you and Lockwood.
"So? How was it~?" You asked teasingly as, judging by the filth of the pair of boys clothes, it didn't end well.
"Oh shut up." He snaps back at you careful not to wake anyone sleeping in the house. You pout playfully at his reply and watch as he takes off his bag.
"Want me to stay or shall i go back to bed?" You lied, as if you would go back to bed even if he said go.
"Stay.. please?" He whispers. You cant help but smile at how your tall mysterious man of a boyfriend could be so needy.
"Okay.. but only because you want me to Locky~" you say with a teasing tone. The tall boy then grabs your hand and leads you to his room.
"I'll be back in a second just wait here." He kisses your head and you cant not notice the blood coming from his sleeve.
About 5 minutes later, he returns in his joggers and grey hoodie with somewhat wet hair showing he had a shower. He comes and lays on top of you resting his head on your chest and you play with his hair.
"Locky?"
"..hm?"
"Whats wrong with your arm?"
"What do you mean..?"
"The blood on your arm? Its clearly yours, so what happened."
"Nothin'."
"Lockwood."
"Okay fine fine, i got cut fighting a ghost, i pulled the rapier out wrong and cut my wrist.." You sat him up and gently took hold of his arm. "Its nothing to worry about! Just a graze.." You tug up his sleeve to reveal a somewhat deep cut.
"Anthony! Thats not just a graze thats deep! Wait here. Dont move, and i mean it." You rush off to get the medical kit and return back. You get out a cleansing oil and a flannel. "This might sting locky." You dip the flannel in the oil and dab it onto the wound. You feel his arm tense as he lets out a hiss of pain. "Sorry love." You lean up and kiss his temple.
"its fine.. 'm alright." You continue to clean the wound and you see small tears in the corners of your lovers eyes. You feel so bad. You apply the bandage to his wrist and pull his sleeve back down. You then position him against his headboard and sit in his lap resting your head on his shoulder. You feel his relax into your embrace as you draw shapes on the lower part of his back that isn't against the headboard.
"Go to sleep Locky, you've had a stressful night."
"And what about you?"
"I'll stay here, cant leave my dumbass alone can i~? Might accidentally cut your other wrist!" You giggle.
"Oh shut up you prick." He smiles as he playfully hits you.
"Seriously Locky, sleep. Now."
"Okay okay Ma'am calm it." You maneuver your bodies to be laying down with you draping your leg over the front of Lockwoods body and his arm holding you close. You trace patterns on his stomach as it helps him to relax and you watch as he drifts off to sleep.
"I love you Locky. Even if your a big shit sometimes, thats what makes you so interesting." You then close your eyes and soon enough drift off to sleep.
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givemea-dam-break · 11 months
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that funny feeling (locklyle)
a/n: this is my first locklyle fic please by kind lmfao. convinced to write this by the amazing @neewtmas and @waitingforthesunrise, so i hope you all enjoy this - it was inspired by the locklyle angst playlist a bunch of us have going so be warned :) this also brings holly munro into the story, but don't worry if you haven't read the books because i don't mention her too much. it isn't too long since i'm just testing the waters for my locklyle stuff lol
warnings: big sad taglist: @wellgoslowly @galactidiot
part 2
The days were beginning to melt together.
How long had he been lying here, hoping, praying, for Lucy to come back? For her to walk through the front door, bags in hand, declaring that she was coming back? That she never meant to leave? A few weeks, maybe. Or was it months? He had lost track of time.
Her absence was a tangible thing, something that he could reach out and feel so acutely that its sharp, jagged edges sliced his fingertips and cut deep into his heart. But, even still, sometimes he'd forget. He'd make her a cup of tea in the morning, just how she liked it - more milk than he or George would take, sometimes with a spoonful of honey if she wanted a little sweetness - only for it to sit atop the counter, growing cold. Neither he nor George had the heart to empty it into the sink. Holly would arrive, expecting it, and dump it out, but Lockwood knew that it pained her to do so too.
Waiting was useless. There were things that needed to get done. Cases for Lockwood and Co were piling up after the antics of last November, and they were steadily gaining a reputation. He needed to focus on that. On the thing he had always wanted.
But what was it worth when the one person he wanted most wasn't there, right by his side?
Part of him hoped that Lucy would see his pictures in the newspaper. Maybe she'd miss him as much as he did her, maybe it would be the thing that made her realise that she didn't need to leave. That she could come back.
He still couldn't make sense of her sudden resignation. She was worried that she couldn't control her Talents well enough, that she'd put them all in danger. But how could she? When she was the very thing that had saved Lockwood time and time again?
So, there he lay, sprawled on the attic's bed. The bed she once lay in night after night for years now. It still smelled like her; of lavender and some nice soap he couldn't distinguish. His excuse? This room was once his, and he was feeling reminiscent. He missed looking out of the window onto the street behind Portland Row, down into the back garden where the apple trees stood tall. He missed the warmth that flooded the room during the day, and the calm, soothing cool at night.
Everyone knew better, and he knew that, too.
Sometimes he'd just lie there, thoughtless and quiet. Other times, he would talk as if Lucy was there in the room with him. He'd practice his speech, the one he'd use to finally get her back, gazing at the picture he kept on her nightstand - one of the two of them and George she'd taken on an old camera she'd found stuffed in the wardrobe. She'd run down the stairs excitedly, demanding a picture, and George was forced into it, which his half-smiling expression showed. If Lockwood looked close enough, he could see the faint green glow on the lower right side of all of their faces from Skull, who had been pulling horrid faces at them.
He loved that picture with his whole heart. Her smile, so radiant, was completely and entirely entrancing, and she just seemed so, so happy with her face pressed up against his. So what went wrong?
Heaving a sigh, he released the pillow he so often clung to desperately like a child, and sat up. There were things that needed to be done. Research for a case. Make some new salt bombs. Have a shower. Had he already had one? He couldn't very well remember.
He could hear George clattering around downstairs doing God knows what - he wasn't too fond of the idea of finding out, petrified at the thought of finding his best friend half-naked doing some sort of yoga again - and there was Holly just down the stairs, muttering something or other. She did that often now. He could never tell what it was she was saying, but he recognised the lost look in her eyes. She and Lucy may not have been on the best of terms, but she missed her. Badly.
This was always the worst part. Starting the day.
Without Lucy, the whole routine felt empty. Where was her smile, or her snarky comments directed at Skull, the same ones he often worried were actually for him? Where were those bright eyes that would look at him with such happiness when he paid her a - supposedly - mindless compliment? Or the moments where she'd put him in his place with just a few words? Oh, how he missed those dearly.
It always left a funny feeling in his chest, thinking about those times. A mixture of a strange grief, a mourning for someone who had not died but rather had left of their own volition, and of horrible loss, almost like losing a limb. Like losing a crucial part of himself. Because, really, that's what Lucy was to him. She was everything.
Even still, he dragged himself from her bed, lingering for a moment in the doorway of the bedroom like he always did, before trudging down, down, down to the kitchen.
Relieved to find George not in the midst of a horrific yoga demonstration, but rather shoving pots and pans into the cupboards, he brewed himself some tea.
He tried to ignore the way his hand hovered in front of Lucy's mug, which was stained from the tea they never seemed to be able to fully scrub away, and sat at the table, staring into the murky brown of his brew. Lucy always made it look so much more appealing.
No matter how hard he tried to disregard the little things, she seemed to be everywhere he looked. There was a sketch on the thinking cloth of Inspector Barnes as an elephant, tooting his trunk. And, there, the vase of flowers she'd set during their last meal together, a bundle of long-since-wilted lilacs she'd picked from the back garden. Over on the counter, there was a large circular ring where Skull would often reside, covered by a teatowel, and it was as if his evil had seeped from the silverglass and into the countertop, never to be removed.
Lockwood wondered if Skull, as crude as he was, was at least keeping Lucy company. He'd hate for her to be on her own.
"I don't know how Holly does this," George grumbled. He shoved another pan into the cupboard haphazardly. "It's impossible."
As if on cue, the pans toppled, crashing down around George and onto the floor. Holly appeared seconds later, scolding him as she easily slotted them in and shut the door.
Like every other day, there was a certain tension in the air that none of them seemed to be able to shake, no matter how hard they tried. Holly could bring all the almond-iced doughnuts she could carry; George could make the most absurd comments to ever have graced this earth to make them laugh; hell, Lockwood could smile and charm all he wanted, but it never amounted to anything. Not without Lucy.
He had been searching for a reason to get her back since the day he'd left her at that café, too frustrated and dejected to even try and continue the conversation. Were there any cases he could hire her for now that she was an independent agent? That seemed like the only logically sound way to get her to be with them again. To be with him. He couldn't just turn up to her new flat, so far away from Portland Row, and beg her to come home. No matter how badly he wished he could.
So, he picked up his newspaper and flicked through it, hoping to forget about her for just a moment.
But it was impossible. How could one simply forget about Lucy Carlyle? Lucy Carlyle and her jibes; Lucy Carlyle and her beautiful smile and eyes; Lucy Carlyle and the warmth she provided Lockwood with. Especially when her adverts were in the paper.
Lockwood could not forget about her for even a moment, something he had come to realise every single day since she'd left. Not after she'd allowed him to feel. To feel pure joy and humour and wonderful frustration and love.
That's perhaps what hurt the most about it all. Not her reasoning. Not the suddenness of it. Rather, the things she'd arisen inside of him, feelings he hadn't truly allowed since the deaths of his family. Letting people in was far too real, and he didn't want to permit them to the same fates as the other people he had loved and lost. But Lucy, oh, Lucy. She was supposed to be different. She was supposed to stay.
But she left, and he missed her more than should ever be possible. He knew he should've expected it, but he had allowed himself to hope. Lucy had sparked that hope inside of him, and even now it still lingered, waiting for her to return.
He was stupid for it, he knew. It was the only thing that kept him going - the notion that she may decide that she was wrong and come back to him. But it was unlikely to happen. So he had to come to terms with it, as would Holly and George.
And, so, her seat would stay vacant. Her mug would remain stained. Lockwood would creep into her room at night, falling asleep under the watchful eye of her photograph. All the while, she would sleep beneath a different roof, under the same sky, so, so far from him.
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swiftmendeshoran · 5 months
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Daddy's Full-Figured Life- Curvy Secret 3.34*
WARNINGS: smut, 69ing, m/f receiving oral, protected sex, daddy kink, some angst, lactation kink, cursing, i think that's it. Do not read if you are under 18.
Wc: 5730
read the rest of the series here
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You had asked the girls what they wanted for Christmas and made mental notes of it. You'd have to get their gifts either through Amazon or in London. You were bringing out your address book to write out your Christmas cards.
Now that Thanksgiving was over, you were in full Christmas mode. 
When Harry got home from work, and saw you writing out the cards at your dining room table, he smiled.
"Starting already?" He asked, coming up behind you and putting his hands on your shoulders.
You nodded. "I'm just really excited this year."
"Well, that's not a bad thing," he said, putting his chin on your shoulder.
"Do you think we could get the decorations down from the attic tomorrow?" You bit your lip.
"Baby, we're not gonna be here for most of the month. Do you think decorating is necessary?"
"Fine," you sighed, going back to the cards. "We'll just not decorate."
"No, we can. Maybe just not as much…"
"No," you interrupted him. "I don't want to decorate."
"Babe, don't be like this."
You ignored him and hummed a Christmas tune as you wrote the next card.
Harry sighed. Buy before he could say anything else, the twins came running up to him. "Papa!" Robyn jumped in Harry's arms, which caused him to drop his suitcase. Dessie hugged Harry's leg. EJ had been in the bouncer seat next to you, so Harry already greeted him.
"Hi, my loves. How was yer day?"
Dessie proceeded to tell him something about chasing a butterfly, when she definitely did not do that.
Harry put the girls down, and then went to shower and get changed before coming back down the stairs. You were putting the stamp on the last envelope when a mug of hot cocoa appeared next to you. It was steaming and filled with marshmallows and a drizzle of chocolate sauce. Your favorite.
Before you could say thank you, Harry was walking away, kneeling down to help the girls with their drawings.
You put the Christmas cards in a basket by the door, so you would remember to mail them tomorrow. You walked into the living room and sipped on your hot chocolate as you watched your family. You had let EJ crawl around a bit and he was giggling when Harry played "Hide and Seek" with him.
The girls had just gotten back from using the potty. Harry helped them wash their hands and marked their progress on the chart. They had been doing really well with that. They've only had an accident or two. Now, they were in full playing mode.
"Are yeh mad at me?"
You sat down on the couch, sipping the last few sips of your hot cocoa, and smiled. Harry looked up at you and winked. You might have been a bit mad at him for not wanting to decorate, but he was such a great dad that you couldn't stay mad for long.
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You drafted up a blog post that night as Harry put the kids to bed. You were shutting your laptop just as he crawled into bed and gave you a peck.
"No," you said, not looking at him and putting your laptop on your night stand.
"'M just saying that if we're not gonna be here for Christmas, it's kind of pointless to decorate, yeah?"
You shrugged, still not looking at him. "I guess."
"Babe," he tried to catch your eyes.
You didn't look at him.
"Baby," Harry pinched your hip. "Can't go to bed if yer mad at me. I'll just stare at yeh all night."
"Good night, Harry," you said, finally looking at him.
He had a smirk on his face and if you weren't angry with him, you'd kiss it off.
"Need a kiss good night."
You kissed the side of his lips and then settled into bed with the comforter on top of you.
Harry humphed and settled into bed as well. After turning the light off, he draped his arm around you, pulling you close. He kissed the back of your neck. "I love yeh, my little elf."
"Mama, where Papa?" Robyn asked.
You smiled at the nickname and squeezed his hand. "Love you."
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When you woke up the next morning, Harry was not in bed. You figured he had gotten up early with the kids. But, when the kids came barreling into the room on the bed, you were proved wrong.
"I don't know, baby. Mama just woke up."
Honey jumped onto the bed too and rubbed against your hand. "Come on, girls. Let's go find Papa alright?"
They nodded. You grabbed EJ from his crib, who was up and itching for you to pick him up, and then headed down the stairs. But, you stopped in your tracks as you reached the banister. It was covered in colored Christmas lights, wrapped completely in them. And with the lights off in the house, it looked so magical.
Your mouth hung open as you walked down the stairs with the kids.
The house looked like it threw up Christmas. The table cloth was changed to your Christmas one. The stockings were hanging on the fireplace. Your Christmas rugs were out. The knick knacks and decorations were out and lights hung from the ceiling. The only thing missing was the tree. The box was sitting where it should go though. Harry was not anywhere ti be found.
You heard hammering and noises outside, so you stuck your head out and saw Harry standing on a ladder, putting up the outside decorations.
He was all bundled up in a winter coat, gloves, a hat, sweatpants, and boots.
You stood on the porch, the kids around you, shivering. Harry noticed and stopped putting up the decorations for a second. "Hey."
"What are you doing?"
"Putting up the decorations," Harry said, as he climbed down the ladder.
"But, I thought we-."
"I said no. And 'm sorry," he said, walking towards you. He grabbed your hands. “Yeh get so happy when the house is decorated and what’s the harm in decorating really?”
“It’s 9. What time did you get up?”
“Let’s go inside, where it’s warm, and we’ll talk,” Harry suggested.
You nodded, going back inside. Harry took his gloves off and sat down on the couch. You went to the kitchen to make breakfast.
Harry rested against the couch as the kids jumped around the living room. Well, Eddie crawled.
He ran a hand through his hair as you got the ingredients out to make pancakes. “How did you do all of this so early in the morning?”
“I couldn’t sleep,” Harry admitted. “I was tossin’ and turnin’ all night, so I decided to get up and just decorate because I felt bad.”
You frowned and put a hand up to your heart as you continued to listen to him.
“I was gonna put the tree up, but I know yeh like doing that, so after I did everything inside, I started on the outside.”
You smiled again as you mixed up the batter.
“We have a lot of decorations,” he chuckled. “I didn’t realize how much until now.”
You continued to listen to him talk as you made breakfast. He was telling you a story about how he got tangled in the lights. And by the end of it, he was in the kitchen, right next to you. You put the pancakes on a plate, grabbed the butter and the syrup and walked them out to the dining room table. Harry stopped next to you, ending his story, and you looked up at him.
“Wha?”
You grabbed him by the back of his neck and kissed him. Harry’s arms wrapped around you and he kissed you too. You squeezed him into a tight hug and a tear fell from your right eye. When you pulled away, you smiled at him. “Thank you.”
He nodded.
“No, thank you so much. You don’t understand what this means to me.”
Harry wrapped his arms a little tighter around you. “I think I do and that’s why I did it. Felt so bad.”
“Don’t feel bad,” you wiped a tear away. “I feel bad now.”
“Why do yeh feel bad?”
“Because I feel like I guilted you into it,” you shrugged. “Plus, you didn’t get any sleep.”
“Seeing yer face when yeh stepped outside and how happy yeh are, that makes it all worth it,” he said, caressing your face.
You smiled and kissed his rosy cheek. “I love you.”
“I love yeh more.”
You smiled as Harry pulled out your chair and you sat down. He got the kids over to the table to eat. You dug into your food, and Harry ate his as well. He helped the twins cut up their pancakes. You fed EJ his baby food. You felt like you had barely given EJ breast milk anymore. He was 11 months now and eating solid food. You don’t know who was going to be more upset about the milk- Harry or EJ.
After you ate, you let the food settle in your stomach, and then you opened the tree box. First you put on a Santa hat and Christmas music, then you got started on the tree. The twins were trying to help, but Harry distracted them with their Barbies and soon they were playing across the room and you could put the tree up. Harry played with EJ for a bit, and then he let him crawl around and pull himself up on his mat.
You did like doing the tree and really only needed help putting the lights on, so Harry watched the kids most of the time.
You loved the look of your fake tree because it looked so real, but was less of a fire hazard and you didn’t have to water it.
Once the lights were on, you stood back and just admired how pretty it looked. One of your favorite things in the world was sitting by the tree lights while watching TV or even reading. Now, most people had a theme for their trees, but you had collected so many ornaments over the years, along with Harry’s that you just made it your own.
You took a break after you put the lights on. You hadn’t realized two hours went by. You sat down on the couch next to Harry and watched the girls try to sing “Rudolph the Red-Nose Reindeer.”
You couldn’t help but smile. You rested some more and it was soon lunch time. You made the twins a peanut butter sandwich to split, along with some cut-up apples. You gave them water in a sippy cup. Eddie was loving his sweet potatoes baby food that Harry was feeding him. You smiled. “Look at Eddie being a big boy, eating his big boy food.”
Harry looked up at you, and you winked. He had a bad feeling in his stomach, but continued to feed your son.
You ate oatmeal and had one of the twins’ juiceboxes for a quick meal. Harry ate the rest of the apples the girls didn’t want, along with some coffee.
After lunch, it was nap time, so you were able to full focus on the tree without any distractions.
The kids were fully down and you and Harry got to work. Well, you tried to, but Harry pulled you in for a kiss and you giggled. “‘M worried, baby.”
“What’s wrong?” you asked, suddenly concerned.
“Eddie’s growing up so fast,” he said.
“Yeah.”
“And he’s not gonna be breastfeeding soon,” Harry pouted.
You smirked and wrapped your arms around the back of his neck. “He won’t or you won’t?”
“Neither of us,” he licked his lips and put his head down.
You giggled. “I’m sorry, baby.”
“Do yeh think maybe yeh could not take the pills for a bit longer?” Harry licked his lips. “I just-. I did all this for yeh and-.”
You knew he was joking. You smirked. “You think you deserve a reward?”
Harry nodded.
“I think it’ll be easier to just feed Eddie food when we go to London, but I can keep the milk for you a bit longer… since you did do all of this for me,” you said.
He smiled and pinched your hips. “Cool. We’ll do it tonight and then shag.”
You giggled. “Did you do all of this just to get sex?”
“Of course. Don’t yeh know me?” he smirked.
You shook your head.
“No. I love yeh so much, and I hated seeing yeh upset,” he said.
You kissed him. “I love you too.” Then, “Alright. Let’s finish this tree.”
You both put the ornaments on, and by the time you were done, you were exhauted. But, it was worth it, because it was beautiful.
As you got the kids up, Harry went outside to finish putting up the decorations out there. He told you it was too cold and to stay inside.
By dinner time, your house was completely finished and looked like it threw up Christmas, but you loved it.
The girls thought Christmas was today, but you had to explain to them that it was not. When everything was finished, you sat down with your mugs of hot chocolate. Harry put peppermint schnapps in them, to give it that Christmasy feel.
The kids were sitting with you, watching Frosty the Snowman. You fed EJ an already pumped bottle and he quickly fell asleep.
After the movie was over, Harry put the kids to bed and you cleaned up the toys, mugs, and such from today.
When he got to the bottom of the stairs, he smiled at you. “What?” you asked, washing your hands and walking up to him.
“Do yeh like the decorations?”
“I love them,” you pecked his lips. “Sorry for being a bitch.”
Harry tsk’d and ran his thumb under your chin. “Not a bitch. Maybe just a bit of a brat,” he smirked. You smirked back.
“Well, I don’t deserve you,” you put your hands on his chest.
“Can say the same for yeh.”
“Oh please,” you rolled your eyes.
Harry smirked. He looked around the house. “I think we forgot something.”
You looked around. “What? I swear I emptied every box.”
Harry stood on his tippy-toes and hooked something onto the ceiling. When he was finished he went back on flat foot and smiled.
“Mistletoe,” you smirked, shaking your head.
“Not that I need an excuse to kiss yeh, but…” he shrugged.
You giggled and shook your head as Harry took your face in his hands and kissed you. And he kissed you and kissed you and kissed you until your knees were about to give out. You giggled and he finally pulled away.
He was out of breath, but still squeezed your hips. “Alright. Go upstairs and get yer tits out. I deserve my reward now.”
You scoffed, jokingly. “A reward? For doing what we should have done in the first place?”
You began to turn around and walk away when Harry delivered a spank to your ass. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you back. “Yeh were a brat once and I forgave and did something nice. Keep mouthing off like that and see what happens.”
You bit your lip. “Maybe I’ll go find those pills to stop the milk and take one.”
“Like hell yeh will,” Harry raced up the steps ahead of you and you chuckled, walking up slowly.
He plopped down on the bed as you walked into the bedroom. He smirked and then patted the bed next to him.
You laid down and Harry gestured for you to take your shirt off. "Don't you like my jammies? They're cute."
"Yes," Harry licked his lips. "But, right now, I want them off."
You rolled your eyes as you took your shirt off. Harry sat up on his elbows and smirked. "There they are. My girls."
You had to chuckle at his words. He groped your boobs in his hand- squeezing, moving, pinching, and playing with them.
When Harry began to kiss your boobs, you ran your fingers through his hair. He sighed before resting his head on your boobs. "'M gonna miss this."
"My boobs will still be here, H," you patted his head.
"S not the same."
You chuckled. "Oh, thanks."
"Yeh know what I mean."
"Mmhmm," you smirked.
Harry turned his head to face you. He looked up at you as he kissed your breasts. Your eyes fluttered when his lips attached to your nipple.
He hummed when the milk reached his lips. "Fuck, baby."
You scratched the back of his head as he drank the milk from you. "Want this every day."
"Mmmm."
As he drank and sucked from your one nipple, he squeezed your other boob.
When Harry couldn't get any more out of you, he switched boobs. The act wasn't even sexual. It was actually soothing. And seeing Harry enjoy it so much just made your heart hurt even more that it was ending, especially after all he just did for you.
Harry whined when no more milk came out and he kissed your boobs.
A tear fell from your eyes and he picked his hand up to wipe it away. "'M the one who should be crying. What's wrong, pup?"
You sniffled and looked up at the ceiling. "I feel bad for taking this away from you. You love it so much. And you do so much for me. And I just-."
You didn't finish your sentence because you cried more.
"Baby," he tsk'd. "'S alright."
You sniffled again. "I'm sorry."
"No no. Don't be sorry." You wiped a tear away and Harry kissed in between your breasts. "Nothing to be sorry 'bout m' love."
"I need you," you said to him. "Please."
"Yeh sure?"
"Please, H," you wiped your eyes. "I want these tears to be from bliss, not sadness."
Harry moved up your body and kissed your lips. You made out until you couldn't take it anymore. Your hand fell to the band of his sweatpants. "Daddy, please."
He pulled his lips away and caressed your face. "Yer not gonna be a brat anymore?"
You whined and shook your head.
"Mmmm."
Your hand slipped into his pants and Harry let out a big breath through his nose when you grabbed onto his cock. "Please. And don't be gentle."
Harry smirked. "Yeah?" He pulled your pants down. "Want it rough?"
You bit your lip and nodded. Harry chuckled as he threw your pants on the floor. He took his clothes off faster than you could blink.
You bit your lip and pushed Harry back onto the bed. When he rested on his elbows, he smirked. You grabbed his cock and stroked it. Harry's head fell back and a low hum fell from his throat.
He rested his arms behind his head and watched as you stroked him. When you licked over his cock, Harry flinched.
As you put his cock down his throat, he moaned. But, you didn't get to enjoy it for long because he was pulling you up by your hair. Your mouth hung open with a bit of spit. You whined. "Turn around."
"Hmm?"
"Turn around," he said again.
Harry drug your body over his and spanked your ass, which was right in front of his face. "Proceed," he said, pushing your head down.
You rolled your eyes, but grabbed onto his cock and took him back down your throat. As you were deep throating him, Harry spread your cheeks and picked his head up to lick up your center. You moaned on Harry’s cock, which made him moan.
You both gave each other oral pleasure for a few minutes. When Harry sucked on your clit, your head fell back and your lips fell off his cock for a second. “Oh my God,” you moaned.
Harry spanked your left ass cheek and you put his cock back into your mouth. He was very good at oral sex. But, when you had your lips around his cock, it was very hard for him to concentrate on anything else. At one point, you felt his lips come off your core. “Oh, fucking hell,” he whispered when he heard you choke on his length.
He eventually put his mouth back on you. When his hips started to buckle, Harry pulled you up by your hair again. “‘M gonna cum if yeh keep going.”
You kissed his tip and pulled your head back. This made Harry really get into you. He pulled your hips back and went to town on your pussy. From putting his tongue in your hole, to sucking on your clit, he did it all. And within minutes, you were shaking.
“C’mon, baby,” Harry slapped your ass cheek. “Cum for me.”
You moaned as he continued his attack on your core. Two more minutes and you were cumming on his face. When Harry pulled away, he hummed. “Look a’ that. So fuckin’ sexy, baby.” He had your cheeks open and saw how wet you were. He spanked you one more time before you fell forward and collapsed on top of him.
Harry adjusted you and gave you some water to help you. He gave you a few kisses as well. When you turned to him with a big smile on your face, Harry smirked. “Yeh alright?”
You nodded, turning on your back, and opening your legs. “I’m great!”
He shook his head and chuckled. “Just want to be fucked, huh?”
Harry lined himself up in front of you and you nodded quickly. Putting your legs on Harry’s shoulders, he inserted himself inside of you, causing you to moan. “Fuck,” you said, putting emphasis on the last letter as your husband bottomed out in you. His balls were resting near your butt and his cock was already hitting the sweet spots in you.
When he pulled out and pushed all the way back in again, your head fell back onto the pillow. “Again.” Harry thrusted into you before pulling out. “Again.” He did it again. By the fifth time, your legs were already squeezing around Harry’s head.
Harry also snapped his hips and begab to fuck you hard. He held onto one of your tits, as they bounced from the pressure. Harry gritted his teeth. “Squeezing me so fucking tight, pup.”
“Harder, Daddy,” you begged.
And he tried to go harder than he already was. You feared your weren’t going to last long as you already felt your lower stomach burning.
You bit your lip as Harry hit your g-spot over and over. The bed shook with the force of his thrusts and your eyes were rolling back each time he hit that spot in you. “Daddy,” was all you could moan out.
“Yeh gonna cum for Daddy already, baby?” he asked. “Just can’t get enough, hmm?”
You grabbed onto his bicep and squeezed it. “Please. I need-.”
“Yeh can cum, m’ love. Go on.”
You felt your legs shake and your pussy contract as you came on your husband’s cock. You moaned, as quietly as possible. And Harry’s thrusts slowed down a bit. Seeing you cum had Harry nearly shaking. You could tell he was close when his thrusts started to get sloppy. “Shit,” he breathed through his nose.
“Please cum in me,” you begged. You still felt floaty, so you weren’t really sure if you said that in your mind or out loud. “Want all your cum.”
Harry smirked. “Yeah? Want all m’ cum in yeh? Reaching the deepest parts?”
You nodded.
“Fuck. I love that I get to feel all of yeh again.”
You nodded and bit your lip as Harry fucked you a few more times before grunting and spilling into you. “Christ,” he ran this hand through his hair. After all of his cum was inside of you, Harry collasped on top of you and gave you a kiss. He laid there like that for a few minutes before pulling out.
He went to get some things to clean you up and came back in a jif. After he was done, he helped you get dressed again, since you were still a bit floaty. He then dressed himself and pulled you close to him as he put the covers on top of you. “Thank you for today. I love you.” You kissed his shoulder.
Your mom and dad came with so many gifts for the kids that the whole front of the tree was covered.
“I love m’ girl. So glad yer happy.”
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Because you were spending Christmas in London, you were having your family over early to exchange gifts and celebrate early.
Your brother and his girlfriend bought less, but still too much.
Harry made a small turkey breast and sides as you ran around and cleaned, etc.
When the guests arrived, you had your festive sweater on and the girls had on their festive outfits while EJ was dressed like an elf. Harry also had on an ugly Christmas sweater.
"I can't believe this is the first Christmas that we won't be together," your mom said from the love seat in your living room.
You smiled at her sympathetically. "I know. I'm sorry, mom."
"Oh no. Don't be sorry. I'm just being dramatic."
Ryan shrugged and said, "At least we're all together now."
Your mom nodded and your dad rubbed her shoulders for support.
As the turkey breast cooked, you were busy eating appetizers. Harry finally joined you in the living room and pinched your side as he put his arm around you.
"I guess we should do gifts now," your dad said.
"Sure," you nodded.
Ryan and Ashley started first. They gave EJ a block set, books, and a pack of soft sports balls. The twins got matching fairy outfits. Ryan also gave them coloring books and crayons, and books.
"Say 'Thank you, Uncle Ryan and Ashley'," you encouraged the kids.
"Fank you," the girls said, and hugged them.
Ryan and Ashley gave you and Harry a gift card to go out to eat, new golf tees and sneakers that he had been eyeing up (with your help of course). They gave you the Taylor Swift hoodie you never got at the concert and a Christmas-scented candle.
You gave them a big portable cooler that they can use for their trip, and a gift card to the movies.
Your mom and dad spoiled the kids. There were so many gifts that you couldn't keep track of what they got and what they already have.
"You better give Nana and Grandad big hugs," you told the kids. They did as you said and then you gave them their gifts.
You gave them nice outfits for their cruise as well as a gift card to Target for your mom and a golf gift card for your dad.
They gave Harry a nice leather jacket, scotch from your dad, and a golf gift card as well. "Looks what we know what we're doing when it gets warmer," Harry said to your dad. He just chuckled and nodded.
You got all the books in a series that you wanted, plus a Barnes and Noble gift card and fuzzy socks.
"Oh, and give these to Anne and Gemma when you see them," your mom said, giving you a bag of gifts for the in-laws.
"Mom, that isn't necessary," you said, placing them with your trip pile. "Thank you."
Your mom waved it off. "It's really nothing."
When the gift exchange was done, Harry checked on the food, which was done and you all sat down to eat.
Dessie was refusing to eat her green beans. "No!" She said when you tried to feed her.
"Des, if you don't eat, you don't get dessert. And Nana brought her cookies you love."
"Nooo!" She screamed.
Harry got up from the table and sat next to the crying toddler. He put the vegetables on the fork. "Come on, Des. Open up for the airplane."
"No!"
He sighed. You tried numerous attempts to try and get her to eat but it just wasn't working. Eventually, Harry picked her up and brought her up to her bedroom.
"The terrible twos, huh?" Your dad asked.
"She's never usually like this," you shrugged. "I don't know what's wrong."
By the time Harry came back down, everyone had finished their food. "Is she alright?" You asked.
He nodded. "It took her a while to calm down. I think she might not be feeling well. 'M not sure."
You sighed. "I hope she's ok."
"She'll be fine," Harry kissed your hand. He finished eating and you cleaned up Dessie's plate. Your mom helped clean up the kids and then you all settled back in the living room to let your food digest. You turned on Elf and you all laughed and enjoyed it.
Part way through, you brought dessert out for everyone to enjoy. You made coffee and hot chocolate for whoever wanted it as well.
Your family stayed for a bit longer and then all headed home. "Give Dessie a big kiss from us," your mom said.
"I will" you smiled. "Thank you. I love you guys."
"We love you too."
When your guests left, you put the kids to bed and checked on Dessie. She was asleep, but had tear-soaked cheeks.
"I hope she's ok," you whispered to Harry.
"I think she was just tired," he whispered back, rubbing your back. "We'll see in the morning."
Harry kissed your temple.
You went back downstairs and cleaned up, as well as did the dishes. Harry gathered all the gifts together to not have them spread across the living room.
After finishing up, you both sat down on the couch and caught the end of Home Alone before venturing up to bed.
As you stood in the bedroom, Harry walked by and gave you a peck.
Harry stopped you to kiss you under the mistletoe before heading upstairs.
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When you woke up the next morning, you were in full packing mode. You were leaving this weekend and were barely packed. Your parents had the kids for the day and would bring them back after dinner, so you could get a lot done. Dessie was just tired and her last tooth was coming in, so that's why she didn't want to eat. Your parents knew how to take care of that and took care of her. Thankfully.
"Har?"
"Yes, babe?"
"Who's taking Honey? I'd leave her with my parents but they won't be home. Neither will Ryan," you said. "Maybe we could leave her with Niall and Mia, but they have enough to worry about with James."
"I… assumed we were taking her with us," he said.
"Oh."
"Is that alright?"
"Yeah. Just three kids and a cat," you chuckled. "That's a lot."
"I know, but she's getting older and if something happened to her while we were gone.. I just couldn't…"
You pulled him in for a hug. "I know, baby. It's ok. We can bring her."
"I'll take all of her supplies. And be responsible for her. Mum's got an old litter box and bed from our old cat. And just a few bowls and toys won't take up too much room."
"Ok," you rubbed his back. "Ok. That's fine, baby."
"Thanks," he said, letting out a big breath.
"Of course."
"Need help packing?" He asked.
"That would be incredible."
"Alright," Harry chuckled. "The key is to roll the clothes for more space."
You smiled. "Ok. Did you get the adapters?"
"Mum has plenty. Just bring clothes and essentials for the kids. She's got the other stuff."
"Well, we need toothbrushes, portable chargers, hair brushes, passports, toiletries.."
"Alright. Alright. Shhh. It's ok. We can fit it," Harry calmed you.
"Ok. Let's get started then."
Harry took his clothes and folded them in his suitcase. He helped you pack yours and told you the perfect outfits to bring for this time of year.
You put in a new pack of underwear and Harry frowned.
"What?"
"I like yer old stuff."
"I can't bring what would be classified as sexy underwear to your mom's house, Har. I need 'Mom underwear'," you chuckled.
"The old stuff will be here when we get back."
He pouted and you kissed his pout. After you were done packing your things, you packed up the kids. EJ was easy, as he was a baby and didn't have many clothes, but you had to remember to pack the diaper bag that morning.
The twins' stuff could be packed in one big suitcase. You made a note to pack their stuffed animals and blankets the morning you left as well. They couldn't sleep without them.
You packed a bag that had everyone's passports and essentials you'd need for the plane. Harry went out to exchange your money and you packed that when he got home.
By the time the kids were being dropped off, you were done packing mostly everything.
You thanked your parents for their help and they said it was no bother.
The twins wanted to hold onto their stuffed animals and you had a big fear that they would lose them, but if it got them out of the house then you'd let them.
You sat by the tree light for the rest of the night until it was time to go to bed.
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That weekend was insane. Trying to get everyone up and ready and be out on time. EJ needed his diaper changed and you had to remember to pack bottles and his food, along with his other essentials.
You got a car that dropped you off at the airport and double-checked that you had everything before you left. You did, so you all piled in, including Honey, and made your way there.
After some traffic, you finally made it, grabbed some food, and sat at your gate until it was time to board the flight. Everyone and everything was there and accounted for. Now, just surviving a 7-hour flight with three toddlers and a cat would be the hard part.
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You took your anxiety medicine and ate your breakfast sandwich to relax. Harry would be there to help. You just prayed they would all behave, including Harry.
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blossominghunnie · 6 months
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𝐀𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞
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Pairing: Wonbin x fem!reader
Genre: Angst, suspense, little fluff?
Warning: Cursing, geting scared, mentions of blood
Notes: Anooother Wonbin imagine cause I'm obsessed jsjs.
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“I can’t believe we’re here because you accepted that bet with Eunseok.” Wonbin rolled his eyes as he drove to their destination.
“You know I don’t back down from bets, babe.” Y/n responded looking at him, while playing with his fingers. His hand on her left thigh.
“What are you, a frat boy?”
“Considering I’m part of a sorority, almost.” She laughed. He pushed her playfully.
“Haha, you’re so funny.” He laughed sarcastically.
“I know, I know.” The girl smiled.
After three Txt songs they arrived at their stop.
“Aaand we’re here.” Her boyfriend spoke as he parked her blue jeep in front of an old looking mansion. It was black and had fog around it. Not creepy at all.
“Wooo, let’s enter.” Y/n took his hand and skipped towards the place.
“Slow down, baby. The house isn’t going anywhere.” He joked so it didn’t look like he was scared. Which he very much was.
“If you’re scared we can go, Binnie. I don’t care to lose to Eunseok.”
“No, no. It’s okay.” He shook his head.
“You sure?”
“Yeah, don’t worry, my love.” He pulled her closer by the waist and gave her a sweet kiss on the lips.
“Okay, if you don’t like something just tell me. Alright?”
He nodded and the two continued walking.
They climbed the stairs that led to the porch. And tried to open the door but it wouldn’t budge.
“Oh, well. I guess we’ll have to go.”
As if it was planned, the door opened.
“Shit.” Wonbin cursed.
“Come on, pretty boy.”
She looked around, admiring the decadent wallpaper and furniture.
It looked like it had been abandoned for years. The girl wondered what had happened to the owners.
They explored for a while and didn’t find anything out of the ordinary until they walked to the attic, where they found a pentagram on the floor. It appeared to be a part of a satanic ritual, it had been drawn with blood, that looked like it was fresh.
That caused the both of them to shiver.
Then, a loud noise downstairs made her react.
“Baby, maybe we should get out of here.” Wonbin looked at her with a worrisome look on his eyes.
“Yeah, and quickly.”
They ran as fast as they could. Y/n could feel a presence behind, which made her go faster.
She could hear things breaking and at one point, there were things getting thrown at them.
“Oh my god!”
“Duck, Y/n!”
A chair broke in the wall in front.
It felt like an eternity when they reached the front door, opening it quickly and with great force.
They didn’t stop running until they reached the car.
Wonbin turned it on quickly and drove away.
“That wasn’t that bad.” He looked at his girlfriend with a raised eyebrow.
“Don’t look at me like that!” She giggled. “Have I never told you about the time I sneaked into an abandoned arcade with Sohee?”
“No and what’s up with you and abandoned places?” She shrugged.
Wonbin shook his head. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
And with that, they continued their long ride home.
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mushrubes · 2 months
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Masterlist | The last of us masterlist
Requested : No
Song : Bags - Clairo
Pairing : Joel Miller x reader (No use of Y/n)
Pronouns : you/yours
Type : fluff + angst
Contents : mutual pinning, grumpy + sunshine, canon divergent, slightly wholesome <3
Word count :  3k
Have a great day / night !!
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Every second counts
I don't wanna talk to you anymore,
The house was peaceful for once. Ellie was out with friends, Joel was sitting at the kitchen counter, fixing a new guitar he'd managed to find for Ellie while you were sat aimlessly staring into space, the TV in the background only on for a sense of comfort. Quietly, you admired the older male in front of you, noticing all the big or small features you'd noted many times. The way his face contorted when he was focused, his hand occasionally brushing through his salt and pepper curls, the little humming he'd do sometimes. You were so lost in thought, that you hadn't even realised Ellie had returned, a smug grin on her face as she noticed where your gaze lay.
"Whatcha doing?" she asked, a knowing look on her face, giggling as she saw the flustered expression settle on yours with a soft blush on your cheeks. "Just...thinking." you responded, clearing your throat as you brushed her off. She raised an eyebrow, going to say something before you nudged her side. "Not a word, kiddo." you mumbled, sending her a look as she laughed softly, nodding. "Secrets safe with me." she assured, a soft grin on her face as she looked over at him before back at you. What you had missed, with the lovestruck grin on Joel's face as he watched you interact with the girl he'd come to love like a daughter.
All these little games
You can call me by the name I gave you
Yesterday
"Ellie, be nice." you reminded before bursting into laughter with her, unable to hold it back as she called Joel a 'grumpy, old man'. He let out a huff, rubbing his face. "Alright, alright, go, just be safe." he grumbled, earning a grin from Ellie who thanked him before running off to see her girlfriend. "Grumpy, huh?" you teased, causing him to roll his eyes, a small grin on his face. "Stop it." he warned, his usual stern expression softening as he looked over at you, pulling you into his side softly. "She's not wrong, y'know." you teased, Joel groaning in response before he gently gave you a nudge. "I hate you." he jokingly responded, heading back into the house, and letting you run to catch up with him.
"Well you're not exactly a sunshine are you?"
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Sleepily stumbling down the stairs to the kitchen, you tugged your blanket around you a bit tighter, letting out a small yawn. "Mornin' sunshine." Joel greeted, a smirk on his face as he chuckled in amusement, pulling you in for a brief hug. "Morning, grumps." you muttered, feeling Joel's chest rumble with his soothing chuckle. "Cold?" he asked softly, his fingers carefully running through your hair, caressing the back of your head. You let out a small hum of agreement, nuzzling into his chest.
"Sit down. I'll make your favourite hot chocolate."
Every minute counts
I don't wanna watch TV anymore 
Can you figure me out?
Just doin' to waste more time on the couch
It felt like it had been hours since you, Joel and Ellie had sat down and started watching whatever old movies he had found in a random box in the attic, finding a way for the three of you to somehow kill some time. You were sat in the middle, with Joel on your left and Ellie on your right. The recliner was up, your legs on one half while Joels was on the other, but a small amount of space in between.
Throughout the movie, the gap between the two of you slowly gets smaller, with only a slither of space in between that stops you two from touching. As Ellie had gotten up to go to bed, you could see Joel's arm that was closest to you raise, your cheeks a light shade of red as you braced yourself for the contact that never came. But you were right. He was going to put it around you, but he backed out last second, silently cursing himself as he saw the disappointed look on your face.
Can you see me? I'm waiting for the right time
I can't read you, but if you want, the pleasure's all mine
The pair of you were riding back in from patrol, laughing at a corny dad joke he had said. "God, you've been spending too much time with Ellie." you teased, earning a chuckle and an amused look from the older male, sending his usual smile to you. "My jokes are better than those puns." he joked, both of you knowing that really, even though he'd never verbally admit it, he did sometimes approve of Ellie's puns - even if they did come from that shitty book.
He helped you off your horse, making sure to put both of them back into the stables and shut them properly before walking back over to you. "You alright? You look like you have something on your mind." he asked, his stern demeanour melting away and his face now soft as the concern was evident in his voice. "I...uh..." you responded, clearing your throat as you tried to think of an excuse.
"Hey, whatever it is, you can tell me." he assured seriously, his hand finding yours and intertwining, squeezing comfortingly. He ran his thumb along your hand soothingly, trying to help you as much as he could for now. "I was wondering-" you started, but was interrupted by a voice calling out to Joel. "Joel! Tommy said he needs your help, like urgently!" Ellie shouted out, jogging over to the pair, not noticing you sighing in defeat.
Joel shot you an apologetic look as he nodded at Ellie. "We can talk about this later?" he murmured softly, the sadness in his eyes clear. "Don't worry about it." you brushed off, a slight bitterness in your tone which caused him to quietly wince but nod regardless. He looked at you one last time before he quickly headed off to Tommy's house, Ellie looked between you two confused. "...Did I interrupt something?" she asked, a slight look of remorse on her face, sighing as she watched you start to walk back to the house, running to catch up.
Can you see me using everything to hold back?
I guess this could be worse
Walkin' out the door with your bags
"Are you sure about this?" you sighed softly, the worry clear in your expression as you leaned against the doorframe, watching him pack. Joel had agreed to go out for a few days with Tommy, in an attempt to find any extra supplies that could be helpful. "Hey, we'll be fine. I'll be back before you know it." Joel tried to assure, unable to ignore the small feeling in his gut that always gave him 'What if' scenarios he'd tried to learn to ignore.
"I know, I just..." you sighed, moving in slightly. "I'm just scared something might happen, y'know?" you admitted, slightly hesitant of what his response would be, unsure of how he'd react. He shot you a small smile before pulling you into a gentle hug. It was hard for either of you to miss how perfectly your bodies fit together, your head tucked into his chest as his head rested atop yours, gently swaying.
"I'll always come home to you. You know that."
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Pour your glass of wine
Mitchell told me I should be just fine
Cases under the bed
Spill it open, let it rush to my head
Ellie was out with friends, leaving just you and Joel at home. He'd managed to find a bottle of wine you both loved (he didn't find it, Tommy got it from the bar in Jackson for him) and the two of you were going to have a relaxing night in. You were rummaging through a box of vinyls that you'd managed to collect throughout the years from patrols or when you and Joel had been exploring in previous years, settling on "A case of you".
Joel had finished pouring the two glasses of wine, watching you dance with an amused smile on his face as he took a gulp. You held a hand out, causing him to chuckle and shake his head. "No, no, I don't dance." he denied, taking another drink of his wine as you did the same. You kept grinning at him, not retreating your hand as you fluttered your eyelashes at him. He let out a defeated sigh, taking your hand and slow dancing with you, the usual tension filling the room. He could never say no to you.
I don't wanna be forward, I don't wanna cut corners
Savour this with everything I have inside of me
"I don't get it. Why don't you just tell her?" Ellie huffed, walking alongside Joel as they patrolled around the outside of Jackson. "I don't like them, Ellie." he tried to lie, hoping she'd think the tinted redness of his cheeks was due to the cold weather. "Oh come on! You're not fooling anyone with that. I can feel the tension-" she carried on, Joel's hand coming up and covering her mouth to not let her finish that sentence, giving her a look. Ellie sighed, pushing his hand away.
"Look, I'm just saying. It's clear you both have feelings, why don't you just be straightforward?" she huffed, kicking a rock as they made their way back to the gate. He let out an annoyed huff in response. "Because it's not that easy. They don't deserve to be stuck with someone like me. Now I don't want to hear a single word more about it." He ordered, a cold and unreadable look on his face to cover up with vulnerability he almost showed, storming ahead of Ellie. He wasn't ready to lose you yet. 
I'm not the type to run, I know that we're having fun
But what's the rush? Kissing, then my cheeks are so flushed
Joel let out a slight huff in the mirror as he got dressed, regretting having agreed to go to the baby shower - but it was his brothers, after all. He had to. You walked in, Joel immediately admiring how you looked in your outfit, the colour suiting you. He loved it when you wore your favourite colour, you always looked good to him. "You okay?" you asked softly, bringing him out of his thoughts as he nodded, grunting as his tie kept annoying him. You didn't say a word - you didn't have to. You walked over, gently pushing his hands away and tying it for him. "We don't have to go if it's too much, Joel, I'm sure Tommy would understand." you suggested, frowning as you knew why it was bothering him, considering his late daughter.
"No, no, it's the least I could do." he mumbled, his arms subconsciously wrapping around your waist as yours wrapped around his neck. He rested his forehead against yours as he peered down at you, a small smile on your face. "Thank you." he whispered. He didn't say it often but he didn't need to. You knew. You knew how grateful he was for both you and Ellie, you knew how much he prioritised and thought about both of you, he made sure to show how important both of you were to him through actions, not being one to trust his words.
You bit your lip, trying to think of something to say back, both of you looking at each other with pure love in your eyes. You couldn't even comprehend what you were doing as you leaned in, your lips intertwining with his, a soft but passionate kiss being shared between the pair of you. All you could do was hope this wouldn't make things awkward.
Tell you how I felt
Sugar coated melting in your mouth
His eyes stayed on you the entire party, no matter what was happening. He stood with his brother, a small smile on his face as he watched you interact with other people at the party, especially Maria, Tommy's wife. His thoughts trailed, thinking about how life could be with you being his. You, him and Ellie being a family of three, with Tommy and Maria together along with their soon baby. He felt nostalgic, watching you interact with not only Ellie but the other children there, noting your parental nature.
A part of him wished he'd met you sooner, wondering what life would have been like if he'd met you before the outbreak, wondering if you'd get together, wondering if you'd treat Sarah how you treated Ellie. His brother didn't say anything but he could see what Ellie had been saying to him. She was right, it wasn't hard for anyone to see how enamoured the two of you were with each other.
Tommy chuckled to himself as he watched you wave at him, Joel waving back as he approached you, standing close to you as he made conversation. "You're right, kiddo." he hummed, standing next to Ellie who nodded, grinning. "Wanna bet when they'll finally get together?"
Pardon my emotions
I should probably keep it all to myself
Know you'd make fun of me
The kiss had been replaying in his mind all night, stopping him from being able to sleep as he sighed quietly, looking over at you next to him, taking in your sleeping form. You always looked ethereal to him, whether it was when you'd just woken up, hair all messy and in old pjs or you were dressed nice. The thought of confessing crossed his mind constantly but he just couldn't. A part of him wanted to do a sweet confession - take you out for dinner or something, bring you flowers and tell you how much you meant to him. But he just couldn't. He couldn't bring himself to do it. There were so many reasons in his head why it would be wrong. He was almost double your age. He wasn't good with his emotions as it was. You were such a light in his life - his sunshine - you didn't deserve someone as grumpy as him.
He let out a sigh, noticing you shivering from the cold air filling the house. Pulling you into him, he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, taking in how peaceful you looked, chuckling as your 'sleeping' form nuzzled into him - he hadn't noticed you were awake. He continued, nuzzling into your neck, pressing some soft pecks against it. "One day, I promise." he mumbled, caressing the back of his head. You could've sworn you heard him whisper 'I love you' before his snores filled the room, but you shook it off, assuring yourself it was just you being tired.
Can you see me? I'm waiting for the right time
I can't read you, but if you want, the pleasure's all mine
Weeks passed, every day leaving you hoping for something - anything to happen. Nothing. He'd almost become more hesitant after the kiss, neither of you bringing it up to the other, almost silently agreeing that it never happened. Everything else continued as normal - the 'subtle' glances, the tension in the room, hell, even the constant almost crossing the line between lovers and friends but it never actually happened. You'd had enough of it when he spoke to you as if nothing was going on, deciding you'd confront him later on in the evening. You just hoped nothing would go wrong.
Can you see me using everything to hold back?
I guess this could be worse
Walkin' out the door with your bags
"Can we talk?" you asked quietly, sitting down on the sofa once Ellie had gone to bed. Unlike last time, there was clear space between the two of you, almost as if it would hurt if you made the slightest bit of contact. "What's up?" he asked nonchalantly, not looking away from the television to look at you. "The kiss the other week, Joel. We can't just pretend it didn't happen-" you started, running a hand through your hair in frustration. He still didn't look up, but his body clearly tensed as he heard you. "What about it?" he asked, his voice now unreadable. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you looked at him, confused as to why he was suddenly being so shut off and cold towards you.
"What did it mean-" you started before he huffed, sitting up and looking at you, his face cold and stern. "It meant nothing." he responded, the room going quiet. You blinked a few times, registering what he had said. "...What?" you asked, not believing you had heard him properly, almost certain you had misheard his words. "It meant nothing." he repeated, biting his cheek as he lied to you, hands gripped in fists at his side.
And then it happened. He could see the disappointed look on your face, the heartbreak evident. His guilt only got worse as he saw your eyes well as you nodded, taking deep breaths as you got up. "Okay. Thanks for clearing that up." you responded, but he immediately noticed how small your voice was, how it wavered. He wanted to stand up, pull you into his arms, tell you he was lying. But to him? Pushing you away was the best idea. He zoned out as you said goodnight, his gut dropping as he saw the tears you thought you were hiding roll down your face as you walked off, leaving him alone in the living room. He slumped down in his armchair, head in his hands. What had he done?
Walkin' out the door with your bags
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Chapter 16 - The Ghosts of Babylon
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Rating: Explicit, 18+, here be smut and violence Series tags: Joel Miller x You, Joel Miller x Reader, Joel & Ellie, mostly follows canon, LGBTQ+ characters, y/n is bi/pan, y/n is ~45, violence, pregnancy, abortion, medical trauma, emotional trauma, panic attacks, sex work, suicide, smut, slow burn, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, romance, no use of y/n, reader has longish hair, Joel can lift you, smallish age gap (~11 years), I've probably forgotten some so please let me know <3
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You haven’t been to the attic in six weeks. The radio stays silent with no transmissions in or out. As each day passes, you feel a cold steel vice inside you begin to loosen its grip. To your superiors, you are a dead woman, and that’s just fine by you.
You can almost imagine coming out of this on the other side.
~*~
You and Ellie are sitting on the floor in the living room playing a game of Boggle when Joel stumbles through the door after patrol.
“Whoa,” Ellie says, jumping to her feet at his entrance, nearly upturning the board in her haste. You turn around and see Joel’s shirt spattered with fresh dark blood, traces running up his neck, threaded through his beard.
“What happened?”
“S’not mine,” he says gruffly. He unbuttons the shirt with trembling fingers, drops it to the floor, shucks off his boots.
“Hate to see the other guy,” Ellie mutters.
“Gonna shower,” he whispers hoarsely, bypassing you without meeting your eyes, socked feet heavy on the stairs. Soon there’s the sound of running water, the pipes groan as the heater kicks on.
You meet Ellie’s eyes, exchanging a silent look of worry.
“Might as well finish,” she sighs, plopping back down on the floor, rubbing at the bandage on her arm. “Your turn to roll.”
“Don’t scratch,” you say absently. She scowls but moves her hand away.
The two of you shake the dice, set the timer, and scribble out the words in a yellowed notebook. Ellie soundly kicks your ass, but you’re both distracted. The shower stays running upstairs, and soon you put the game away.
As you’re cleaning up, she ventures a tentative remark. “Joel seemed weird.”
“He’ll be fine,” you say reflexively. “Just a hard day.”
She snorts, watching as you move to the door and pick up Joel’s shirt, examining the blood stains. You feel her eyes on you as you take it to the sink, running cold water over the fabric.
Ever since the burn, she’s been muted and withdrawn, but Joel’s appearance has shaken her. Part of you thinks you should go to her, try to comfort her, but you know you’re not the one she wants.
When it’s clear you’re not going to be of much help, she huffs a frustrated sigh. “I’m going to bed,” she says flatly. “I have my headphones so I can’t hear you doing anything gross.”
She trudges upstairs, the slam of her bedroom door echoing down the narrow hall.
~*~
Eventually, you find yourself standing in the hallway outside Joel’s bedroom. The door hangs open a crack, an arc of yellow light from the bathroom spilling across the darkened floor.
“Joel?”
No response.
Feeling like an intruder, you approach the bathroom door, easing it open. He’s standing in the shower, back to you, braced on one arm against the wall. The room is damp but not exactly warm. The shower has run cold and he’s shivering under the stream.
“Joel?” Louder this time. He doesn’t stir at the sound of your voice, doesn’t move, save for the shaking of his shoulders.
A dark thought strikes you, makes your heart skip. The blood on his clothes, his face. His unnatural stillness, the jerky motion of his limbs, the sudden lack of awareness. Your mind goes blank with white-hot fear.
He’s infected. He was bit, and he’s infected. Run get out go–gogogo–
You barely hear him over the running water and the sound of your internal panic. He’s turned to you, staring with the same haunted look he brought home. He’s naked; you can see there are no bites, no wounds, just his usual scars, and tired, hopeless eyes.
“Christ, Miller, you’re freezing,” you say dumbly.
You grab a clean towel from the bedroom closet, wrapping it around his shoulders as he steps out of the tub, shivering. He seems to wake up at this, coming back to you as you rub the terrycloth into his shoulders and back, trying to generate heat.
“We got swarmed,” he says through chattering teeth. “Eliot got bit.”
You swallow hard. “Shit.”
He doesn’t have to tell you what he did out there.
“We barely made it out. They’re gonna send a bigger team tomorrow.”
You frown. “How are there so many?”
He shakes his head. “We don’t know. Somethin’s bringing ‘em to the area. Maria says…they’ve never seen anythin’ like it.”
“Will the wall hold?”
“Yeah…yeah, it should,” he sighs, shakily sitting on the bed. “But it’s makin’ patrols a hell of a lot harder. Shit, I can’t…can’t get warm,” he whispers.
“You’re in shock.”
As if to prove the point, his body gives a violent shake. “F-f-fuck.”
“C’mon. Under the covers,” you say. “Doctor’s orders.”
He groans but doesn’t resist when you pull the quilt back and urge him under it, wincing at the iciness of his skin. “Wanna roleplay, d-doc?”
“I don’t need to roleplay,” you say pointedly. “You’ve made yourself a regular patient.”
The bed creaks softly as you lay down next to him, pressing yourself closer to share your body heat over the covers. Slowly his trembling lessens.
“Gotta tell his wife,” he mumbles. “Fuck, we haven’t lost anyone in…f-fuck.”
“Someone from the council will take care of it,” you say, smoothing a damp curl off his forehead. You know the procedures by heart. Even grief is a shared effort in this place.
Joel’s breathing slows, the shaking finally having worked its way out of his limbs. You graze a fingertip over his cheek and find it warm. In the dim light of the bathroom, you can see his eyes are already closed.
~*~
When you wake, the light outside has that dewy, moonlit look of early summer. Joel must have been up, because the room is bathed in darkness and his quilt is pulled up to your shoulders, over your clothes.
You reach out to find him. Your hand reflexively goes to his chest, checking his breathing. It’s steady, but not slow. His hand immediately finds yours and holds it there.
“Sorry…I woke you.”
“S’ok.” You edge toward him sleepily, burying your face in the crook of his shoulder, breathing him in. Your eyes drift shut, threatening to pull you under.
He rolls to face you, large hands cupping the bones of your cheeks, your jaw, pulling you in for a long, slow kiss. Asking, wanting. His lips pillowy and sweet under yours, his tongue teasing, stroking, until you’re both breathless.
“Please,” he whispers hoarsely, broken.
He’s gentle in a way you couldn’t have imagined, whispering soft encouragement in your ear as he removes your clothes, peeling off each layer until your skin is pressed to his . The words flow from his lips as he runs them over your body in worship.
He fits himself inside you with practiced ease, one hand splayed at your back, moving with you. His other hand slips between your joined bodies and finds your center, delicious friction coiled low in your abdomen, a sweet release that washes over you like a tide. You moan into his mouth, feeling him grow inside you, pulsing, emptying himself.
Your lovemaking leaves you boneless, sated. You’re drifting in that liminal space when you feel the rumble of his chest, the soft purring of his mouth in your hair, and you become vaguely aware that he’s talking.
“Mmm?”
There’s a deep pause, long enough to convince you you must have dreamed it until he says the words, so soft, so faint.
“She’s immune.”
“...what?”
“She can’t be infected,” he says softly. “It’s…in her brain or somethin’. She was born…with it.”
You pull away, trying to read his face. “Ellie? How do you–”
“You can’t tell anyone,” he breathes, eyes boring into yours. “You can’t…they’ll take her.”
“I won’t,” you say automatically, feeling a dark pit boil in the center of your abdomen as you try to reassure him. “I won’t, but…who will take her?”
“The Fireflies tried to…we thought…thought there might be a cure.”
For a moment you’re so dumbfounded that you don’t even know what he’s referring to. A cure? A cure for what?
“...for the fungus? That’s…not possible,” you say slowly. “Cordyceps–it doesn’t…die. It’s too widespread at this point, there’s no…”
“Not a cure, then, a…a vaccine.”
Silence, the quiet hum of the house around you as you contemplate this.
“There was a hospital. In Utah. They were going to open her up…her brain–” he breaks off, swallowing hard.
Jesus.
“...and I was supposed to just take her out there, deliver her so they could just…carve her into pieces and…”
His hand finds yours, gripping it tightly.
“An’ I couldn’t do it. Couldn’t…let them…take her…even if it meant we’d never have to do this again,” he whispers. “Never have to worry about a bite…”
Your mind fills in the unspoken words.
Never have to shoot your patrol partner. Never have to watch your loved one’s eyes go empty, their skin crawling with infection. Never have to struggle to make each day mean something as the world crumbles around you.
“I know it makes me a selfish asshole…but I wouldn’t change a goddamned thing,” he whispers fiercely.
“And she doesn’t know,” you say faintly, a statement, not a question.
I think he’s lying to me.
A shuddering in-breath. “She needed it to…to mean something. She was so fuckin’ hopeful …and I just…killed it…
“Now she wakes up screamin’ and I can’t… shoot the nightmares away. I can’t… hurt them the way they hurt her, and I can’t…I can’t…she’s been through too much because of me. And now I can’t take it back, I can’t make it…right...”
You watch a tear slip quietly from the corner of his eye and drop into the tender shell of his ear. 
“I put too much on her, I know that. But if she was gone, I…I couldn’t–”
And here he is, naked, cracked open and bleeding tears, and you don’t think you can stand it. He shudders, pressing his face into the crux of your shoulder like a small child seeking comfort.
Your fingers trail absently through his curls as you try to absorb everything–his words, his tears, his confession.
It makes sense now.
The scars. His fierce protection. Her blinding anger.
FEDRA’s interest.
That last thought lands heavily in your stomach, curdling like spoiled milk. You think of how close you’d come to serving the girl up on a platter to your superiors, who would no doubt find a way to make use of her. You think of how many secrets you’ve told…and how many lies.
You, of all people, have nothing to offer. Who are you to judge the shape of his cowardice? Save the world or save his girl, there was only ever one path. So you hold him, because there are no more words, and you wait for morning to come.
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On This Wild Night — Part One
Notes: And here it is, the Hinny Wedding WIP. In Part 1 of 5, it’s time to attend the ceremony, but two guests are running a little late. At dinner, the Weasley brothers hatch a fun plan, and Artemis plans on having a little fun herself… A warning for mild language and some sexual references.
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Charlie perched on the arm of a sofa, tapping one foot on the ground impatiently. As the door opened, he stood up, but he was disappointed to see that the person entering the room wasn’t a person at all, but a strawberry-blonde cat, whose fur was grey around the face. Charlie sighed.
“What is taking so long?” he asked, his question directed to himself as much as the cat. He looked at his watch, shook his head, and walked into the hallway to call up the stairs, “Artemis! We are going to be late!”
“What’s the time?” a woman’s voice called back to him.
“It’s half past ten!”
“That’s fine! It doesn’t start until eleven and it only takes a second to Apparate.”
Charlie made his way up the stairs. At the top, he leant against the wall opposite the bathroom, from which he could hear the sound of Artemis rummaging through a bag.
“Artie, I don’t want to rush you, but I was meant to be there over ten minutes ago,” he said. “I’m an usher, remember?”
“I know, I know,” Artemis’ voice said on the other side of the door. “Stop nagging me, you sound like your mother.”
It was hard to argue with that, but time was getting on. Charlie glanced at his watch once more.
“Alright, are you nearly done, or should I just go on without—”
He didn’t finish his sentence. The bathroom door swung open to reveal a bare-footed woman with hazel eyes and dark hair that had been pulled back from her face into an artfully messy bun. His eyes swept her five foot tall frame, taking in the way the wine-coloured fabric of her dress skimmed her hips, and clung to her chest. The dress was low-cut, leaving Artemis’ shoulders and collarbone exposed.
“I’m done,” she said, holding her arms out from her sides to demonstrate.
“Hm,” was the only response Charlie was able to give.
“Charlie?”
“Hm?”
“My eyes are up here, you know.”
At Artemis’ words, Charlie quickly looked up at her face. She shook her head at him, before pulling her wand out of the clutch bag she held — until that moment, he hadn’t even noticed that she was holding a bag — and summoned a pair of very high-heeled shoes from the attic.
“Sorry. I like your dress,” he told her.
“Sure, that’s what it was,” she muttered, slipping the shoes onto her feet.
“Have you got the card and present?”
Artemis peered into the clutch bag, before summoning those and putting them in there, too.
“I have now,” she said brightly. “Charlie.”
“What?”
“Will you stop looking at them?”
“Sorry, I just… Well, I physically can’t.” He half-laughed, and tilted his head to one side. “Have they always been that big?”
“No, I’m just wearing a bra.”
“Do you not normally wear a bra?”
“I do,” Artemis nodded, “but this is a proper bra. Does this to them.”
She put her hands in front of her chest, pushed them towards each other, then lifted them up slightly. Charlie nodded sagely.
“I see. Very impressive.”
Artemis frowned at him before looking downwards.
“Is it too much?” she asked. “Is it maybe just a bit too booby?”
“Maybe,” Charlie said, standing up straight and stepping towards her, his face mock-solemn. “You know, I think I might need a closer look in order to tell.”
“Funny.” Artemis pulled a face, but she walked towards him anyway. Charlie placed his hands on her elbows and looked down at her, trying to keep his face straight.
“No,” he said, after a few moments. “I’d say it’s just booby enough. Exactly the right amount of booby.”
“You would say that.”
Artemis didn’t look convinced, and Charlie lifted her elbows so that her arms were on his shoulders. He dropped his hands to hold onto her waist and looked her in the eye.
“Seriously, though. You look beautiful. Really beautiful.”
The expression of amused annoyance disappeared from Artemis’ face, and a small smile began to play on her lips.
“So do you,” she told him, and he kissed her on the forehead.
He would have stopped there, but Artemis’ hands had made their way into his hair, and before he could stop her — although, he was hardly going to stop her — she had brought his face to hers. The feeling of her lips on his ruined his resolve, and as they kissed his hands moved from her waist to her lower back, down to her bum and back up to just below her shoulder blades, where the fabric of the dress met her skin and he could feel the fastenings between his fingertips…
“Charlie,” Artemis whispered against his lips. He hummed back to her. “Shouldn’t you be ushing at the moment?”
In an instant, Charlie removed his fingers from Artemis’ dress.
“Shit. Yes, yes I am,” he said. “Yeah, we really don’t have time for this right now.”
Artemis laughed. She licked her thumb and used it to wipe her lipstick from his lips.
“Shame. Maybe later,” she said, and raised her eyebrows.
“Definitely later.”
“I’ll hold you to that. Who’s Apparating?”
“You can,” replied Charlie. “It’s your fault that we’re running late, after all.”
Artemis sighed, but she held out her arm anyway. Charlie linked his own with it, intertwining his fingers with hers. He brought her hand to his lips and kissed the back of it, before taking one final look down the front of her dress. He felt Artemis nudge him with her elbow.
“Eyes up, Weasley.”
Charlie snapped his head up, and the two of them disappeared with a loud crack.
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Artemis took a seat on the left side of the church, in the second pew from the front of the chapel. While Charlie greeted various distant relatives and family friends with two of his younger brothers, she took a look around the room, making note of who she did and didn’t recognise.
Milling around the chapel were a few vaguely familiar faces she recognised from other events, and some old acquaintances and members of the staff from her school, several Quidditch players, and her old friend Kingsley, who waved to her from across the chapel. At the altar, the youngest Weasley brother, Ron, was engaged in a whispered conversation with his best friend Harry, who was looking incredibly nervous.
One of the most familiar faces of all approached Artemis and she stood up to greet the newcomer. He was tall and slim, with long hair the same shade of red as Charlie’s pulled back into a ponytail. He had a heavily scarred face, a flower pinned to his lapel, and a baby strapped to his chest.
“Aren’t you meant to be on usher duty, not dad duty?” Artemis asked Bill Weasley, who hugged her with the arm furthest away from the baby.
“Well, I did have to do two people’s worth of work for the first fifteen minutes,” replied Bill, with a pointed look.
“Sorry. We lost track of time.”
Bill almost shuddered at Artemis’ words.
“Spare me the details,” he muttered. “Anyway, Fleur’s gone to make sure Victoire’s ready to be a flower girl, so I’m in charge of Dominique.” Bill paused, both frowning and smirking simultaneously. “Although, it looks like I’m not the only one to have brought my two girls out for the day.”
“What? Oh.”
Artemis covered her chest with her hand and scowled at Bill. In response, he began to laugh wickedly.
“Maybe try and keep your distance from our Aunt Muriel,” he sniggered.
“I always do.”
“I know, but she still isn’t over what you wore to my wedding. The shock of this might finally kill her.”
Artemis rolled her eyes. “Wow, you look good too, Bill.”
“I didn’t say you don’t look good. You look great, it’s just…” Bill determinedly looked away from her and held his hand up to the side of his face. “Holy crap, Artemis.”
“I don’t think you’re meant to say that in a church.”
“I don’t think you’re meant to get your tits out in one either, but here we are.”
“I don’t see why not. Mary Magdalene got hers out all the time,” Artemis retorted.
Bill blinked at her. “She was a prostitute.”
“I thought she was a virgin.”
“I’m sure she was at some point, but you’re thinking of the Virgin Mary.”
“Are they not the same person?”
“Definitely not,” Bill sniggered.
“Don’t laugh at me. I’m Jewish.”
“No, your family is Jewish. Your estranged family. You, however, ate a bacon sandwich at my house last weekend.”
“Are you not allowed to eat bacon if you’re Jewish?” Artemis frowned. Bill stared at her in disbelief.
Almost everyone was in their seats now, and the three red-headed ushers were returning to the front of the church. Bill moved out of the pew to allow Charlie to sit down between him and Artemis. Charlie was accompanied by his mother, and both of them paused to stroke the tiny fingers of the sleeping baby in Bill’s arms.
“Artemis, dear. Lovely to see you.” Mrs Weasley pulled herself away from her new grandchild to place her hands on Artemis’ shoulders and pull her into a hug.
“You look lovely, Molly,” Artemis told her as she returned the hug.
“Not as lovely as you, dear,” replied Mrs Weasley. She held Artemis at arms length and looked her up and down. Like both her sons, she paused a little at the level of Artemis’ chest. Quickly returning her gaze to Artemis’ face, she raised her eyebrows and drew her lips into a tight smile. “Well, I’d better sit down, it’s going to start any minute now.”
Mrs Weasley turned away from Artemis and sat in the very front pew, in front of Bill, and Artemis sat down beside Charlie.
“Did your mum just check me out?” Artemis hissed, and Charlie shrugged by way of response.
A stunningly pretty woman with silver-blonde hair brisked down the aisle towards them, and they shuffled sideways to make room for her to sit next to Bill.
“Hello, Fleur. How’s Victoire?”
“She is very excited,” Fleur leaned across her husband to kiss Charlie and Artemis on the cheeks. “I just ‘ope zat she doesn’t get overwhelmed.”
The sound of organ music filled the air, and the congregation rose to their feet. Fleur leaned across the two eldest Weasley brothers once more.
“Artemis,” she whispered, reaching across to touch Artemis’ wrist, “where did you get zat bra? Your breasts look fantastic.”
“Yeah, everyone’s a fan today,” muttered Artemis, hearing Bill sigh and Charlie let out a noise halfway between a snort and a cough.
At the back of the church, the doors opened to reveal a tall, balding man with glasses, holding the arm of a beautiful young woman with a broad and slightly nervous-looking smile. She was wearing a white dress with long lace sleeves and a cascading skirt, and a crown of flowers was balanced on the top of her head, from which thick red curls cascaded down to the middle of her back.
The two of them started to walk through the middle of the chapel, and in the corner of Artemis’ eye she saw Charlie’s Adam’s apple move up and down. She smiled sympathetically, and placed a hand on his forearm, rubbing small circles with her thumb. Today was going to be hard for both of them, what with all the memories of the people they had lost in the war five years previously. However, while Artemis had lost friends, Charlie had lost a brother as well. Fred Weasley’s absence was going to be more profoundly felt than ever on the day his sister got married. Charlie might have been putting on a brave face and trying to stay strong, but Artemis knew that really, she was going to have to be the strong one today.
Ginny Weasley and her father continued to walk down the aisle, followed by two bridesmaids, one with bushy brown hair and the other with large pale blue eyes. Behind them walked a small boy with hair that changed colour from purple to blue halfway down the length of the church, and Artemis’ goddaughter Victoire, scattering confetti as she toddled at his side.
At the front of the church, Fleur picked up Victoire and the two older bridesmaids joined a now tearful Mrs Weasley in the front pew. Mr Weasley shook hands with the groom, Harry, and kissed his beaming daughter on the cheek.
A Muggle in robes that made him look more like a wizard than most of the guests greeted the bride, before addressing the room.
“We are gathered here today…”
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After leaving the church and having some photos on the front steps, the wedding guests had Apparated away from Godric’s Hollow back to the Burrow, the Weasleys’ family home. In the back garden, a large marquee had been erected, inside which round tables had been decked with white cloths and cutlery sets, and tiny lights were hanging from the canvas walls of the tent.
Once everyone was seated at their allocated tables, plates of food appeared in front of them. Charlie sat very straight in his seat as he ate his meal, all the while making small-talk with the guest who had been seated beside him: Kingsley Shacklebolt, a family friend and now Minister for Magic. The conversation was cordial, but not entirely comfortable, at least for Charlie. As always, he couldn’t tell what Kingsley really thought of him.
On his left hand side, he could hear Artemis having an even more strained discussion with Percy’s girlfriend Audrey. He wasn’t really listening to what was being said, but he could hear the boredom in Artemis’ voice as she made her short responses. He flicked his eyes towards her and briefly made eye contact, before turning back to Kingsley on his right.
“She looks like she’s enjoying herself,” Kingsley muttered with a wry smile, and Charlie nodded, not sure if he should laugh or not. There was a short pause, and Kingsley’s dark eyes scanned the marquee around them. “Did you two help set this all up?”
“Artemis did. I would have done, but what with work, I only got back last night,” Charlie told him.
“Are you both staying at your parents’ this weekend?”
“No, we’ll Apparate back to Artie’s house. The benefit of her still having a base back here.”
“How do you like Camden?”
“It’s… well, it’s got character,” Charlie said diplomatically. Kingsley nodded, almost knowingly, and Charlie felt the need to explain himself. “I’m more of a countryside person, really.”
Artemis, either beyond tired of her conversation with Audrey or just wanting to get his attention, placed her hand on Charlie’s knee.
“You alright?” he asked her, frowning.
“I’m fine,” said Artemis. “Just remembered something you said before we left this morning, that’s all.”
There was no trace of insincerity on her face, and her nose didn’t twitch. She was telling the truth. Charlie nodded, not sure what she was talking about.
“Okay. That’s good. What was it that I said?” His question went unanswered, as Artemis flashed him a small but bright smile before turning back to Audrey once more. She kept her hand on his leg, however. Charlie shook his head and turned back to Kingsley. “I’ve been meaning to tell you for a while, Mr Shacklebolt, how much of a difference your international Floo Network has made. It’s been great, thank you.”
“Please, Charlie, you really need to start calling me Kingsley.”
Kingsley said this almost every time he and Charlie spoke, which wasn’t often, yet Charlie had yet to bring himself to call the Minister for Magic by his first name. But it wasn’t Kingsley’s political status that made Charlie so uncharacteristically nervous around him; Kingsley Shacklebolt was probably the closest thing Artemis had to a father.
Of course, his sister knew all this, just as she knew that Artemis found Percy’s girlfriend unbearingly dull. Charlie had a sneaking suspicion that Ginny had seated them like this deliberately, possibly as punishment for them being late. He wouldn’t have put it past his little sister. Still, it could have been worse. They could have been put on a table with Aunt Muriel.
The thought improved Charlie’s mood slightly, and as Kingsley started to ask him about his work, he answered his questions with less forced politeness. Charlie was pretty happy talking about dragonology, generally speaking.
His newfound comfort in the conversation rapidly diminished, however, as he found himself struggling to concentrate on what he was saying. It wasn’t his fault. It was Artemis’ fault. More specifically, the fault of Artemis’ right hand, which was currently wandering up and down and around his left thigh.
Oh, he realised, that was the thing he’d said before they left the house. But why had she chosen now of all times to… Was Percy’s girlfriend really that boring? Or was she really trying to… For Godric’s sake, he was trying to talk to Kingsley about… What was he trying to talk about?
As Artemis’ hand cupped his crotch, Charlie cleared his throat and used his elbow to push her arm away from him. Artemis stopped her conversation with Audrey and her smirk slipped from her face as she turned to look at him. Charlie shot her a very brief warning glance, and she pursed her lips, eyebrows furrowed. Charlie ignored her sulking, and continued to talk to Kingsley, once more able to concentrate on what he was saying.
At least, he was able to concentrate at first. It didn’t take long until Artemis had started to distract him in a different way. She was no longer touching him, but rummaging in her bag under the table. He tried his hardest to ignore her, but eventually he felt something suspiciously wand-like brush against the outside of his left thigh. That was alarming. Why on earth was Artemis casting spells at the dinner table?
“Will you behave yourself?” he whispered to her, hardly even joking, as she dropped her wand back into her bag and snapped it shut.
“No, that would be less fun,” replied Artemis, her smile more mischievous than ever. She reached out with her hand to take hold of his and bring it down onto her lap, where she pressed something that felt like a piece of soft fabric into his palm. With that, she rose to her feet.
“Excuse me,” she said, her hip brushing Charlie’s arm as she pushed her chair back. “Just off to powder my nose.”
Said nose twitched a little, and there was a look of triumph in Artemis’ eyes as she turned away to walk out of the tent. Below the table, Charlie ran the fabric through his fingers, and felt his face flush as he realised exactly what she had just handed to him. He pocketed the item, and considered his next move.
She’d be expecting him to follow her, of course, and he did want to do so. Merlin, he really wanted to do so. The problem was when, and how to not draw attention to himself. He couldn’t do it immediately, that would be too obvious, and besides, he really couldn’t stand up right now.
Luckily, or maybe unluckily, a distraction came in the form of his three other brothers arriving at the table, hovering behind Audrey and Artemis’ empty chair. Charlie quickly dropped a napkin onto his lap, just in case.
“I’ve had an idea,” George said, placing his hands on Audrey’s shoulders. Percy’s girlfriend immediately stiffened and sat up even straighter. “We’ve all got girls with us tonight. How about a little betting game?”
“What are we betting on?” Percy asked, his eyes narrowed in suspicion.
“Which one catches the bouquet at the end of the night.”
Ron frowned. “How much?”
“Two Galleons each, winner takes all,” George suggested. He took his hands back and clapped them together. “Who’s in?”
There was a general murmur of assent, and each of them placed a gold coin into a velvet drawstring bag that George had conjured from thin air.
“What are you all plotting?”
A woman’s voice came from behind them, interrupting them. All five Weasley brothers whipped around to face their mother, trying to look as innocent as possible.
“We’re not plotting anything, Mum. We’re just chatting,” Bill said, kissing Molly Weasley on the cheek. Behind him, George hastily stuffed the bag of Galleons in the pocket of waistcoat. “Out of interest, who do you think will catch Ginny’s bouquet?”
Molly softened slightly as she considered Bill’s question.
“I’m not sure. There’s a lot of Quidditch players here today, and Fleur was a Triwizard champion. It really could be any of them.”
“No,” Kingsley interjected with a deep chuckle, “Tiny will get it, for sure. If we were placing bets, that’s where I’d be putting my money.”
Charlie looked across at the Minister for Magic, who winked at him conspiratorially before returning to his conversation with Andromeda.
“Where is Artemis?” his mother asked him, as the others returned to their own tables.
“She went to the loo,” Charlie answered, seeing his escape route. “She’s been gone a little while, actually. I should probably check that she’s okay.”
“Well, if she’s gone to the ladies’, I can—”
“No, Mum. You don’t have to do that.”
“But—”
“Honestly, it’s better if I go. She wasn’t feeling well earlier,” Charlie lied smoothly, rising from his seat. His mother frowned.
“Wasn’t she?”
“No, she was pretty sick before we left this morning. I should go. How long until the speeches? I know she won’t want to miss them.”
“Quarter of an hour or so, I expect.” Molly still looked concerned. “Charlie, is everything okay?”
“Of course it is, Mum. Won’t be long.”
Before his mother could protest further, Charlie briskly walked out of the marquee and into the garden, in search of Artemis, who was nowhere to be seen. He walked across the grass, towards the house, and as he did, he noticed a tortoiseshell cat lying on the patio, basking in the September afternoon sun. He smiled and shook his head at her.
“Enjoying the weather, are we?”
Hearing Charlie’s voice, the cat rose to her feet. A second later, Artemis stood in its place, her weight on one leg, the other crossed in front of her, her head tilted to one side.
“You took your time,” she said, with a coy smile. “I was starting to think you weren’t going to follow me.”
“Of course I was. I couldn’t exactly just get up and go.”
“I think you probably could.” Artemis held her hand out to him. “Shall we find out?”
Charlie lowered his head and laughed, before putting his hand into hers. Someday, he thought, she was going to be his downfall. Perhaps she already was.
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My Boyfriend's Back Chapter Seventeen
August 1997
Windsor College was a breath of fresh air. I was twenty-four thousand miles away from Woodsbor. Sidney, and Randy were here as well. Sidney was going for performance Arts and Randy was in film. I was here for music. It was a great school to attend when you wanted to be in that kind of industry. Sidney wanted to be an actress, which checks out. She was in drama all through high school. Randy isn't a big surprise either. He'd make a killer director.
I somehow got lucky enough not to have to share a dorm room. Sidney was on the floor below me and had a roommate, Hallie. She was pretty cool. She didn't really know who we were, which is nice and she's a psychology major. Randy was across campus which kind of sucked. We got here about a week ago. I had everything set up the way I wanted and was just making a few small changes and adding a few things. My window looked out to the back of the college. There were woods in the distance.
That's what I was doing now, looking out the window. I still look for Stu everywhere I go. Next month will be two years since mom has been gone and a year since the whole Woodsboro Massacre as the media likes to call it. Sidney and I have been asked to tell our story by several talk shows, magazines, you name it. We've both said no over and over again. We did do a couple interviews seeing as fucking Gale wrote a damn book about it. And now there is talk about a movie being made about our fucking lives.
It was dark out. I could see people walking around heading to parties. That's one thing I didn't want to go to. The last party I was at, my boyfriend and my sister's boyfriend tried to kill me. There were times when I thought I saw him in a crowd of people. I know it sounds like I'm going insane but I swear he's watching me. Just like I know he was in that attic when I went to pick up my stuff. I mean there was no way he wasn't. Leslie came in just as I was about to open the door and then she told me about the letter. That means his parents are helping him hide.
I turned around and grabbed my clothes, towel, and shower basket then headed out the door to the showers. It was around nine so everyone was out at the parties around campus. Somehow Hallie had talked Sindye into going to one of the Sorority parties. Hallie had her mind set on pledging to one as soon as she was able to and wanted to check them all out before picking. I down right refused to go with them. Nothing Hallie could say could convince me to go.
After I was finished with my shower I went back to my room, put my clothes in the hamper, and put my shower basket away. I was brushing my hair with my back to the corner by the door. I stopped brushing my hair when I felt a cold chill run down my spin. The hair on my arms stood and something inside me was screaming at me. Telling me there was something wrong.
Then a sudden warmth surrounded me and someone was whispering in my ear. "Miss me, baby?" My whole body stiffened and my stomach flipped. I felt like I was going to be sick. My brain was screaming at me to run but I couldn't move. "You never learn do you? You couldn't remember to lock your window and now you can't remember to lock your door. What am.i going to do with you? Hmm?" As soon as I felt his lip touch my neck I threw myself across the room.
"Don't come near me!" I yelled, pointing my finger at him. He held his hands up, "whoa. Hey, calm down. I'm not going to hurt you." He slowly walked towards me and I moved around him towards the door. "Come on, babe. I just want to talk." I shook my head and reached behind me, wrapped my hand around the door knob and turned it. As soon as it was open I bolted out the door and down the hall. "I like the chase!"
I ran down the stairs and pushed through the doors that led outside. There was nobody around now. I looked behind me to see Stu coming out of the same doors I just did. I ran across the lawn and towards Randy's dorm. I don't know if he was even in his room or if he went to a party. I looked behind me only to see Stu wasn't following me. I stopped and looked around me, spinning in circles. I screamed when a hand landed on my shoulder and started to push and hit whoever it was.
"Whoa! Whoa, hey, yn! Yn, it's just me!" I stopped fighting and looked up to see Randy. "Hey, it's okay." I launched myself at him and he wrapped his arms around me. "Okay…you're okay. What's going on? You're shaking." I let out a sob and he pulled away holding me at arm's length. "Yn, I need you to tell me what happened," he said. I looked around expecting to see Stu but I didn't or I couldn't. I could feel him watching, I just
couldn't see him.
"I–I um… he…" I was still looking around trying to find Stu. "He…who is he? Who are you looking for? Yn. Yn, who are you talking about?" I looked at Randy and shook my head. "No one. I just thought I saw um… I thought I saw Stu." I couldn’t look at him anymore. I didn't want to see the pity or the look people give when they think you lost your mind. "Nevermind. I'm sorry."
Randy shook his head and pulled me into a hug. "It's fine. I get it. It's been rough on you, and he's still out there somewhere, but honestly, yn… I don't think Stu would be stupid enough to come back." I nodded my head and pulled away. "Um…what're you doing out so late?" I asked. He shrugged, "I was going to go to the party but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I was heading back to my dorm." I let out a small laugh. "Well, do you want to come to my dorm? We can like… watch a movie or something." He wrapped an arm around my shoulder and nodded. "Sure. But I'm picking the movie."
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Arrow of Time- [Five Hargreeves x F Reader]. Chapter 1 (Hard Feelings Part 5)
SUMMARY: When the mother of all teenage tantrums causes time itself to fracture, Five has to travel back to 1831 to repair the damage. But will he be able to cope with what he finds there? Chapter 2 >> << Back to prologue
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You've had a shit day at work, Aoife has a secret and Five has a panic attack.
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We're looking at a big ol' time jump friends.
Chapter One: My Bambina
“Now look: p(𝑥) is a polynomial and k is an integer. So we gotta put the 𝑥-2 on the outside and then what do we put on the inside….?” When she stares blankly, he prompts her, “We start with 𝑥 cubed…and what then?”
Aoife sits at the desk, looking up at him with his own eyes. The same expression of panicked frustration is still there, writ large.
“ Cosa non capisci, cara?” 
“ Tutto!” she exclaims, throwing her arms in the air and a whine entering her voice, “I still don’t get it, Dad.”
He sighs, running his fingers down his face before turning from the dry erase and placing the lid on his pen.
“This important stuff, tesoro. We have to grasp this to understand limit cycles.”
“Why won’t you let me just try?!”
He lets out an angry sigh, praying to a deity he doesn’t believe in to give him strength. Five is not a patient man by nature, but the last thirteen years of fatherhood had expanded his capacity tenfold…but everyone has their limit.
“You know why,” he grinds out, teeth gritted tightly together, “because you’re averaging a D+ in math and if you try to time travel without even basic understanding-”
From the entrance hall, the grandfather clock chimes, just audible up the attic stairs. Immediately, her head whips to face him, throwing down her pencil.
“You said we’d stop at seven.”
“Aoife- you have to get this.”
“You promised,” s he says, looking for all the world as if he’d been applying thumbscrews rather than teaching her rudimentary polynomial division, “that’s so unfair!”
He stifles a groan. God help him- he loves this girl more than life itself but her overly-developed teenage sense of injustice is infuriating, especially when she puts on that goddamn ‘woe is me’ voice. 
Suddenly, he finds himself smiling; it’s pretty cute, now he thinks on it. His little girl, all anger and injured entitlement.  
“Okay,” he says, softening, “just humor me for five more minutes and then I promise I’ll let you go. Come with me to the study.”
With a huffed-out sigh expressing that she is the most unfairly treated child in the world, Aoife follows his blink with her own, alighting from her portal sat atop Reginald’s desk.
“Smooth landing,” Five says, approvingly. “One tip though: never blink somewhere so specific unless you can see it or you know damn well that the space is empty: you’re sitting on a fountain pen.”
Aoife hops off the desk immediately, letting out a noise of shocked dismay as she turns to see the ink-spot spreading on the butt cheek of her favorite white jeans.
“Don’t worry, it will come out in the wash,” he murmurs, sitting down casually behind the desk and reaching into the lowest drawer.
Aoife takes her own seat across from him, looking around the study with interest. Dad had never exactly forbidden her from coming in here without him, but he made his disapproval obvious if he ever caught her in here alone. If he thought that would stop her finding the room fascinating, then he’s even more of a dumbass than Aoife was quickly coming to suspect he is…that she's been coming to suspect both her parents are, actually.
“Take a look at this. I call it a temporal ambimeter: I built it around ten years ago.”
Onto the desktop, he carefully places a small instrument: Attached to a three-footed metal plinth is what looks like a full circle protractor marked with incomprehensible measurements. It drifts, turning a sedate three hundred and sixty degrees clockwise. On top of the circle, seeming to float, is a spindly metal needle, held at a perfect horizontal along the protractor’s diameter by invisible forces. Even from this distance, Aoife can feel a tingle in the ends of her fingers.
“This is time,” he says, simply, ghosting his finger along the line of the needle, static crackling there as he does so: “This is  an absolute line of polarity. Can you feel it?”
Aoife nods, fascinated in spite of herself.
“Go on,” he said, smiling slightly, “feel it like I did.”
Stretching out her fingers Aoife, imitates her Dad- sparks flying as she runs her fingers along it like a tiny theremin. The sensation is like blood rushing back to fill dead fingers. Mentally, it’s more complex than that.
“There’s something…it feels.”
Five helps, though he’s barely able to put it into words himself, “Like putting the last jigsaw piece in?”
“Yeah,” she breathes, “it feels…right.”
“That’s because it is. Come here.”
She stands on slightly numb legs and walks around the desk to where Five waits for her with an arm outstretched. Though she resists slightly, (ever more often shying away from cripplingly uncool parental affection), he puts his arm around her anyway.
“Watch.”
For this demonstration, he only needs to reverse time five seconds or so, but it’s always an effort, especially when taking somebody else. At least he doesn’t need to physically move their bodies.
Aoife felt time contract around her under her Dad’s power, holding onto his arm for dear life: he’d never done this with her before.
“Watch,” he says, voice cracking with the strain.
She looks down at the instrument: the protractor shudders to a halt and turns anti-clockwise along with the physical sensation of time reversing, speeding up as Five really gets hold and reverses the seconds.
“The…needle stays in place though.” he says, still straining “S-still feels like the last jigsaw piece, right?”
He’s right: though the rest of the instrument wavers in the current of Five’s power, the needle stays perfectly still.
He grunts and relinquishes his hold on the seconds, taking a deep breath and stretching out his neck. The protractor begins to turn slowly clockwise again.
“See,” he says, grinning at Aoife, “that’s a constant. No matter the timeline, no matter the paradox, that’s what stays in place. It’s what I access when I manipulate time, and you will too, one day. But cara, this stuff is fragile. That’s why you need to have a sound theoretical understanding before you try, okay? You know I don’t say this just to be a tight-ass, right?”
He pulls her closer as he says it, planting a kiss just above her ear.
“ Capisco papà. Posso partire adesso?”
“Sì, he sighs, “I need to go for a bike ride anyway. But not before I get a hug, right?”
She hugs him, laying her head on his shoulder momentarily before throwing off the childish impulse.
“You’re still my bambina whether you like it or not,” he says, raising his voice as she leaves, laughing at her little ‘uggh’ of disgust. Had he been like this when he was thirteen?
No: he’d been like this by the time he was nine. When he was thirteen, he was far, far worse.
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Dad had cycled for as long as she could remember. It was only recently she’d noticed just how embarrassing his bike shorts and helmet were, but at least she didn’t have to be seen with him when he was out on the bike.
When she’d heard the door close and could be sure her mom was busy in another part of the house, Aoife blinked from her bedroom back into her father’s study, concealing the notebook under her sweatshirt.
This room had once been her grandfather’s but  in the years since his death Five had worked his way so naturally into using it regularly that it was now informally acknowledged as his. Until it became firmly her father’s domain, Aoife had never dared step foot in here. Even now, his bedroom,  (all but untouched since his death) is the one room in the house Aoife has never dared to go.
The oil-paintings of him still hanging around the house held a curious fascination for her, and this one above the study fireplace was no exception. He stood tall, hand domineeringly over a walking cane. She and her cousin Santi both agreed: Reginald hung like a spectre around the house along with those of the tortured children the Umbrella Academy once were. He was cruel, exacting…and had been her personal bogeyman ever since she could remember. The portrait always started with cold eyes, so unlike those of her young father hanging in the living room. Five’s portrait always made her smile; Reginald’s always made her feel like she was being watched.
The journals are kept in a locked, glass-fronted cabinet and it had only taken her an hour of searching the study to find the key. They’re ordered from 1-6 and each number has several volumes.  She started from  01, I and has just finished 05, VII. Reading these journals has been spookier than Aoife had even imagined. Reading about her Uncle Klaus being locked in a mausoleum in 04, XII had given her nightmares for a week.
Quite why Reginald has this hold on her imagination, she doesn’t know, but keeping it a secret is electrifying. Perhaps if she told Mom and Dad about her pre-bedtime reading, the spell would be broken. The journals concerning her Dad have been generally less interesting: he seemed to have been the perfect student and Reginald had only positive things to say about his skills (although was less impressed by his ‘‘impudence’). Nevertheless Aoife placed 05, VII back beside 05, VI and reached to pull the next journal out of line.
Reading roman numbers did not come naturally to Aoife, yet after a quick look at the previous journals, she realized something was wrong: 05, VII was followed immediately by 05 IX … there was one missing from when her father was eight.
For now, she took 05 IX and blinked back into her room…this was a mystery for another day.
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Work is…not great right now. You’ve always been ambitious, (something Five regularly teases you for) and you worked hard over your twenty-year career. You’ve been at your new firm for three years now and you’ve got the fancy private office and a team of thirty subordinates. It’s busy and exhausting but it would be fine if the bullshit ended when you got to a certain rung on the ladder…but it actually seems to get worse. 
For one thing, it turned out that the VP of sales position you had just lost out on went to an old coworker of yours: a guy called Charlie. He had been a smug chauvinist when you knew him and didn’t seem to have changed. He’d acted surprised when he bumped into you, but something about his shit-eating attitude had made it clear how much he was loving this. It was clear he hadn’t forgotten the time Five broke his nose in the parking lot of your joint workplace. You’d noted with satisfaction that surgery had still been unable to correct the damage: his nose was permanently misshapen.
Also, you’d recently raised eyebrows by turning down a huge FMCG contract; no matter how much they were willing to pay, there was no way you were going to be involved  with it after you found out that it was the same people behind JUICED, trying to get back into the market after the poisoning scandal you and Five had uncovered. It was a cockroach of a company: surviving anything, no matter how severe.
So now, mentally drained, you lounge in the main living room, having dumped your stuff unceremoniously on the floor. You were absurdly grateful when Lila, unasked, had poured you both a glass of wine. Now, she lies at the other end of the sofa, trying to take your mind off it with talk about her son: the nephew you’d known since he was seven.
“He seems okay…” her mouth pulls downwards, “but I don’t think things are going well at the lab.”
You sigh, “why?”
“It’s your fault, really,” she says, giving you a slightly stern look, “I knew those researchers wouldn’t have a chance, but it’s you that got it into Santi’s head that he’s under some kind of moral obligation to all mankind or something.”
You look down…she’s not wrong. You were definitely very vocal in encouraging Santi’s attempts to ensure his healing powers could be harnessed by medical science.  
“He’s not obligated,” you say, guiltily, “but it is important to at least try.”
“Yeah, and now he’s put his entire life on hold to be some kind of bleeding-heart lab rat.”
There’s no real anger in her voice: Santi was always a sensitive boy and now he’s grown into a principled young man. Though Lila doesn’t share his ideals, she’s proud of him for having them.
A static buzz; a crash from the atrium and the sound of labored male breathing. Five.
You’re off the sofa almost before Lila’s registered something’s wrong. Five half kneels and half lies on the tiles, covered in sweat, gasping for breath and clutching his chest. His bike lies on top of him, his ankle caught in the chain. His eyes are wide, terrified: his breath comes in desperate, vocalized “hahs” low in his chest.
Immediately, you kneel behind him and place your body between his and the floor.You recognise the symptoms immediately.
“H-help,” another of those pained grunts of breath, “my heart.”
“It’s okay. It’s just a panic attack,” you say, holding your arms around his chest as Lila appears in the living room doorway, “you’ll be okay.”
“N-no!” beneath your arms, his heart kicks like a rabbit in a snare.
“It’s okay. It’s okay,” you soothe…but it’s worrying. He’s not had a panic attack like this in over ten years.
With another <ffssht>, Aoife appears, she looks from her Dad to you in panic.
“He’s okay; he’s just having a little turn. Can you get the bike off him, honey?”
“I-I-‘m fine,” he wheezes, trying to reassure his daughter without much success.
“Shh. Don’t try to talk. Just breathe. Count the seconds.”
As Aoife manages to remove the bike, you smile gratefully up at her.
“Good girl.”
She sits beside you both and takes Five’s sweat-slippy hand. As he slows his breath and tries to ride out the feeling of doom, he squeezes Aoife’s hand.
“You okay shitface?” says Lila, catching Five’s eye.
He nods, eyes still wide and heart still skittering.
“Shame,” she quips.
“When you’re ready, tell me what happened,” you whisper soothingly into his ear.
“Later,” he breathes.
When his breath is almost steady again and some part of the all-consuming fear recedes, he stands up shakily, holding one of your hands each. His spandex cycling gear whispers as his limbs unfold from one another.
“I’m fine,” he says, sounding more like himself, “I just had a little freakout.”
“Did you take your pills, papà?” Aoife hangs off his arm now, resting her head against his bicep.
“ Si cara, non preoccuparti. Starò bene. Ho bisogno di sdraiarmi.” he kisses the top of her head before translating for you and Lila, “I’ll be fine. I just need to lie down.”
“Do you want me to blink you?”
The bike shorts don’t have pockets, but he puts his hands to his hips as if they did, his body leaning forward in his characteristic swagger. Still breathing a little harder than normal, he gives her his cheeky, almost grimace of a smile and vanishes is a buzz of static.
His voice echos down the stairs from the 2nd flight,
“I’m not that broken down, sweetie!”
She laughs, grins farewell to Lila and blinks away herself. The sound of quiet drumming issuing down the stairs lets you know she’s back in her room. 
You turn to Lila, holding up a single hand in farewell.
“I should check on him. I probably won’t be down again tonight- I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?.”
“Night chicken
“Night”
You follow them to the attic. Apparently you’re the only one who uses the stairs these days. 
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In the last five years, the attic has been completely renovated for your family’s exclusive use. Although you prefer to sit and be sociable downstairs, you have a family living space for when you want some privacy. It’s cosy: the sloping ceilings only add to the feeling of being pleasantly enclosed.
Aoife’s old bedroom has been turned into a space to do her homework and learn the theory of time travel while her new room, (another of the old storage rooms), is devoted to sleep and her drum kit. This had been a gift purchased by Lila. While it had clearly been designed to torture Five (in which you were collateral damage), Aoife had really excelled under Lila’s tutoring. This had delighted you all, (although Five pretended to Lila that he didn’t care), and now the parts of Aoife’s bedroom walls that weren’t covered with a psychedelic jungle, (courtesy of Uncle Klaus) were covered in posters of Cindy Blackman and Meg White with the White Stripes 
Before heading to your room, you drop in on Aoife.
“Hey. Sweetie?”
She scowls immediately. It irks you and not even how much she looks like Five when she pulls that face can soften it. 
“What?” she says, annoyed, “can’t you knock?”
“Excuse me young lady” you say, hearing yourself use the ‘mom’ voice that makes you feel a million years old, “I’m happy to knock in future and I should have done it this time, but I expect you to ask nicely .”
“I shouldn’t have to ask.” she snaps, “I’m thirteen, Mom. I deserve my privacy!”
She’s always been a daddy’s girl, but recently things have gotten worse between you and her. Five’s a brilliant Dad and he doesn’t shy away from discipline when needed, but you’ve had to play bad-cop with Aoife more often than him. You never exactly disagree on parenting but your moral standards for Aoife are higher than his. Last year, when she punched Whitaker Crane in the face for making fun of her sweatshirt, Five had given only a brief show of disapproval before asking whether she’d used her right or left hook. He’d left it down to you to lecture and ground her. 
Partially as a result of his attitude, Aoife is always on the offensive when it comes to you. Arguing with her is not what you came in here for so you take a slow, deep breath. 
“Are you okay, after all that?”
“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Because that wasn’t nice to see.”
“It’s okay Mom.” she says, rolling her eyes, “I’m not a kid , I can deal with it.”
“It doesn’t matter what age you are, he’s your dad. That could still be scary.”
She rolls her eyes and pouts (something Five says she got from you) as she throws off your hand.
“I’m fine.”
“Okay sweetie,” you sigh, “but stop with the drumming please.”
“Mom,” (she draws out the word so it sounds like: ‘MoOoom’) “it’s like nine PM.”
“Yes, and your dad needs quiet!” you say, feeling the stern look on your face. “Don’t you have a math test you need to study for?”
She huffs out air like an angry horse and throws her drumsticks onto the bed in a slight show of temper.
“ Fine .” she says.
“Thank you.” you reply, eyebrows raised at the little display of temper, “now: goodnight, love you.”
She grunts. 
“Aoife?”
“Goodnight.” she says, grudgingly.
Aoife watches you sigh and withdraw before leaving the drumkit and crossing to her bed where Reginald’s notebook lies hidden between the sheets. Before her Dad appeared dramatically in the atrium, she’s been reading Reginald’s notes on him from when he was nine. They were strange: when he was seven, Reginald had still been writing about Five’s budding ‘chronokinetic’ abilities, but this edition of his journal had so far only mentioned his blink-accuracy. 
She knew that her Dad (like her) had been forbidden to time travel when he was young and the disastrous results when, at her age, he had travelled decades into the future and couldn’t return.  It seemed that something when her father was eight had put Reginald off developing this aspect of his power and made him institute this new rule.
For her part, Aoife has another pre-bedtime secret which developed a couple of months ago: almost as soon as she started reading 05, III. 
Grabbing the old Wonder Woman alarm clock still beside her bed, she pulls her covers up over her head and checks the time. It’s 21:09. She closes her eyes and tries to feel for it, reaching for that sensation for which she now has the words to describe: the polarity…the final jigsaw piece, searching for that sense of perfection.
There: the needle. The… polarity . And somewhere underneath (or maybe within?) the drifting dial that reminded her of a protractor. She wills it to reverse.
Is it happening? She opens her eyes a crack.
21:10…so no.
Taking a deep breath, she closes her eyes again and accesses that intuitive sense of perfection. There it is… there . Back inside or back underneath, she visualizes herself grabbing and pulling: molding time like clay…and then it happens. She feels it again, like when Dad took her with him. The air around her becomes thicker: her entire body fills with static, like stepping through a waterfall of cool electricity. Somehow, she knows when to stop.
As the feeling dissipates, she opens her eyes again, heart beating madly.
It’s 21:05.
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Moonlit Affection
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Pairing: Remus Lupin x Malfoy!Reader
Warnings: age gap (age of reader is 18), some minor inaccuracies concerning timeline
Words: 3500
The harbingers of death. Their cloaked figures approach you yet you knew the faces behind the Death Eater masks.
Many were hailed from the most influential wizarding families; the most pure.
You lost count of how many were crammed into that long room. They immersed themselves with the shadows and confused you.
Some had their claws digging into your younger brother’s shoulders and arms, holding him down as he squirmed through discomfort and pain. Behind him was the triumphantly crooked grin of the Dark Lord himself as he praises Draco. The Dark Mark branded on his forearm, Draco’s gray eyes host tears of his unvoiced anguish. Devastation lined every inch of what once was such a youthful face.
You didn’t have to be a Legilimens to hear the thought that Draco was screaming at you as his eyes were round with horror, trained on you.
Run.
Save yourself.
There doesn’t need to be two sacrificial lambs.
Voldemort would not be satisfied with only one Malfoy sibling though.
He wanted both of you under his control.
You swat at what few hands grip into your clothes, attempting to pull you closer into the swarm.
If you had been smaller, you would have run into the safe arms of your mother. She’d always kept you safe.
When you turn, a plead heavy in your mouth, you lose all hope. She couldn’t help you nor could your father. But her eyes screamed the same thing Draco’s did:
Run
When the first safe place you could come up with popped into your head, you fled with your wand and a bag of Floo Powder. At the nearest, accessible fireplace, you dive in and let loose the powder as you say clearly where you desired to go.
A Few Months Later
You’re jostled awake by Molly screaming throughout the Burrow for everyone to get their butts up.
Taking a few moments to wake your brain up, you kick off your blankets off of you. You psych yourself up for the triathlon you had grown so accustomed to since leaving Malfoy Manor.
You booked it out of the attic and down the stairs, pushing pass Ron very easily but running into trouble when Ginny bumps into you and throws you off your balance with a wicked grin.
Didn’t matter who beat who to the breakfast table because Fleur and Bill were already seated. Bill was piling on his plate all that constituted a proper breakfast for a blossoming werewolf. Arthur Weasley has his newspaper propped open, making quiet comments to himself here and there. Fred and George who’d been visiting for a few weeks now make it a point to get their hands on as much food as possible so that there was none left for you or their actual siblings.
Outside the windows was a winter wonderland. Not even the garden gnomes dared to come out.
While Christmas morning would be spent at the Weasley’s, dinner was to be had at the former home of Sirius Black, Grimmauld Place. After his death, it had been passed down to Harry Potter, his godson.
Now how exactly had a Malfoy ended up so close to the Golden Trio? When Umbridge was ruling Hogwarts in the absence of Dumbledore, you’d become somewhat of a mentor and friend to not just the Trio, but all their friends as well. In a way, you protected them against your younger brother who’d become a tyrant helping the wretched witch in pink. While you weren’t always able to get them out of trouble, you did your best while also pretending to be the perfect pure blood everyone expected you to be.
When they learned of your self-exile from the Malfoy family, that made you even more amazing in their eyes.
You missed your family, despite how wretched their alliance to the Dark Lord was.
Harry and the others rallied around you. Their support and love reduced your homesickness though you knew it would never really go away. Not when you feared for all of them. Draco and Narcissa knew yet it was too late. If they didn’t abide Voldemort’s every whim, they would be killed but not before the Dark Lord tortured them until their minds were fractured.
Molly beams at you as she’s placing more food on the table for the three stragglers. “Merry Christmas (y/n)!”
Needless to say, your mornings started off great when Molly Weasley was there. “Marry Christmas Molly.” You pull up a chair and a clean plate is magically rolled over to you. Not wanting to get left behind, you start to place food onto it’s surface. The spread on the table was absolutely magnificent.
Even though room was tight and elbows nudged against your sides, it was already looking to be one of your favorite Christmases. At Malfoy Manor, your dining table was so long that sometimes you had to raise your voice a bit if you wanted to say something.
The conversations were filled with laughter opposed to the mutters of conspiracies and duties.
Presents were carefully packed away in Molly’s bag. She’d be the first to go through the Floo Powder. Everyone waited for their turn, Ron and Ginny especially excited to see Harry and Hermione. Christmas at 22 Grimmauld Place were always festive. This would be your first.
Once you pass through to the other end, you shake yourself off just before Hermione is throwing her arms around you in a warm welcome. You giggle and wrap your own arms around her. She gives you an extra hard squeeze before releasing you. Her eyes examine you in that meticulous way they always do, ascertaining how you were feeling about the holiday.
A congenial smile easily graces your lips, especially when you see everyone else greeting one another in a warm embrace.
Including someone else you hadn’t expected to see. Your former DADA professor: Remus Lupin.
You reel back for a split second, composing yourself and attempting to keep your wits with you. Your secret shame had always been the crush you’d developed on your professor when he taught at Hogwarts for such a brief time. Comparing him to the boys of your own age, none of them could even begin to shine as bright as Remus Lupin.
The way he always dealt with everything with a level head and a calmness that was infectious. He had such a kind heart too. Different from the arrogant pure bloods in your house. Him being a werewolf never deterred your affections for him. Now it made you admire Professor Lupin even more. You too were now an outcast. A pariah. You understood how disconnected one could feel from the rest of the world.
Were it not for Harry and his friends, you’d be lost.
When Remus gets to you, he offers you an extra wide smile. “It’s nice to see you again, (y/n). I’m sorry to have heard of you and the rest of your family but I’m happy that you were able to get out while you did.”
You think back to your mother and brother. Still stuck and still serving the Dark Lord.
Lacking a response, Remus notices your sudden quietness and the scars on his face seem to soften as his eyes glow with empathy. He places a comforting hand on your shoulder and it takes everything in you not to burst into tears.
“You may not believe it now, but everything will be okay.” He whispers to you before the rest of the Weasley clan fills the living room of Grimmauld Place. Remus gives your shoulder one last squeeze that symbolizes his support and goes to greet the others.
Where his hand had been still radiated with his warmth. You focus on that to control your own cauldron of emotions.
Swallowing back the hard lump in your throat, you put on a smile as Harry goes up to you for a greeting.
Everyone emanated such joy around you. It made up for your own biological family.
The dining table was long and elegant, filled with silver saucers, beautiful china, and best of all succulent meat and potatoes. You’d sat between Harry and Hermione while Remus was right across from you. He seemed to take special care toward you, asking if you would like gravy or if you wanted a refill of your drink. Your eyes were constantly catching his when you were listening to someone else speak.
Maybe it was the wine that you were now able to consume thanks to your age, but every cell in you was buzzing and making your body warm up. Or maybe it was Hermione laughing and occasionally bumping against you.
Fred and George left early that night as they had to open up their shop the following morning to set up for their holiday sales.
The Golden Trio were sent to bed while the older crowed stayed up for more spirits in front of the fire.
In retrospect you should have been more conscience of your alcohol tolerance since you were much younger than the rest of your drinking partners.
By midnight, Molly and Arthur had passed out on the couch while Bill and Fleur had decided to retire half an hour ago. Fleur’s face, usually pale like porcelain, was flushed red from the drink and knew her limits. Bill helped her up the stairs. Possibly the first and last time you would ever see Fleur stumble and look anything but graceful.
Leaving just you and Remus lounging in front of the fireplace. He’d replaced your goblet of wine with a tall glass of water to save yourself from a gnarly hangover the following morning.
You’d drank some of it but set it aside, not wanting to loose this good buzz that had you relaxed next to your girlish crush. Drinking had at least made talking to him easier as both of you updated the other on your life since his time at Hogwarts.
The crackling of the grand fireplace was a soothing background noise as you and Remus relaxed in front of it, accompanied by the gentle snores that came from the slumbering Molly and Arthur.
From living with them, you experienced first hand ho warm love could be. You knew your parents loved each other, but their affections were given behind closed doors. The Weasley parents were never ashamed of embracing or kissing one another in front of you.
It did make you a bit envious but also gave you hope for your future; you wanted a love like their’s.
The thought of love has you overly aware of the man sitting next to you, how his scars are illuminated from the fire's flame. Soft brown eyes catch you admiring the bridge of his nose that a scar cuts through. His finely tapered jawline appeared to have just been shaved as there was a ghost of scruff on him.
Immediately you avert your gaze and awkwardly laugh out an apology.
"Something on my face?" Remus starts to pat down his features with his hand.
You giggle while shaking your head. "No. It's just. . . I don't think I've ever gotten to really look at your face before up close. You were always at the front of the room. Out of reach."
He smiles at your words and you notice him relax where he had frozen when he caught you staring at him. "Not much of a face to look at."
Puffing out a breath of air you disagree with his assessment. "I would beg to differ. It's a handsome face. Scars and all."
Definitely not a man your mother would choose for you. If was up to Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy, you would be married to the cream of the crop of the pureblood world. Someone others would immediately think was conveniently handsome.
Looks wasn't what had drawn you to Remus in the first place.
"Not that appearances matter." You mumble, now drunkenly voicing out your thoughts. "It was your heart, your humanity, that attracted me to you in the first place."
If you hadn't been preoccupied with your thoughts, you would have noticed Remus' eyes gawking at you, the drink slipping from his hand and almost spilling all of its contents onto his lap.
"Wh. . . What?"
"Hm? Oh don't be modest." Your head lolls on your shoulders, words flowed out of you with ease. "You must've known. . ."
"I had no idea."
"For a Slytherin who wasn't used to warmth, you were like sunshine." From the corner of your eye you observe him and the flush that had spread across his face that hadn't been there before. Not even when he was several drinks in. His side profile was visible to you as he stared intently into the fireplace, jaw clenching then unclenching as he struggled to come up with a proper reply.
"Sorry, is that weird?"
Remus shakes his head and finally tilts his face to look at you. "N-No. Not at all. It's normal I suppose. I just. . . Don't see the appeal. Why want an old man like me when you could have any young wizard of your age. . ."
That makes you snort. "Because wizards my age are twats." You feel success when he laughs at that. "And you're not an old man. Dumbledore was an old man. Not you."
There's a spell cast over the two of you as silence hangs over. You try and gauge what he's thinking from the depths of his eyes.
The kiss happened so fast that neither of you knew who initiated it. Naturally your lips fell upon the other's.
Sweet with the bitter hint of the wine you'd been sharing. Against your lips you felt the groove of a scar on his bottom lip as you move your head to deepen it.
His body trembles but he reciprocates, placing his hand on the side of your face in a cupping motion. Remus was tender with you, treating you like glass so that you wouldn't shatter from his touch. If he broke you though, you wouldn't mind in the least bit.
A loud snore from Arthur has both of you flinging away from one another with bruised lips and warm cheeks.
Remus is instantly on his feet, apologizing as he quickly leaves the room.
You stare at where he had once been. Alone and quickly filling with shame.
The following morning, you dread joining everyone in the dining room for breakfast.
Sleep had evaded you all through the night; haunted by the kiss you shared with Remus. In the moment, your heart had soared all the way to the heavens before crashing back down cruelly to earth.
It had been something you'd never thought would happen and when it did you were conflicted.
He had fled from you so fast.
By even muggle laws, you were of the age of consent so what the two of you had done wasn't necessarily wrong. But. . . you were starting to feel ashamed for it. Remus must have been creeped out since you were much younger than him. Matters weren't made better by the fact that you were a close friend of Harry's.
When your courage was finally gathered, you slip on your morning robe (courtesy of Molly) and head to the dining room. But just before you enter the dining room through it’s double doors, you hear voices coming from the sitting room where just last night you and Remus had shared a kiss.
You backpedal until you’re in front of the sitting room door which while not a double, was a rather large door. Twisting the knob in your hand you found everyone, including the two other couples that you had been drinking with last night looking rather harsh, attempting to produce what looked like a patronus charm. Wands were held out as thin, blue whisper stream out.
At the moment Remus was instructing Molly in how to produce the charm.
Already, the stag of Harry’s patronus was leaping around the room as Hermione’s otter swam through invisible water in a playful chase with Ron’s exuberant terrier.
Even Arthur was trying his hardest with his eyes squeezed closed and eyebrows scrunched together.
Harry spots you and grins with bright eyes. “(Y/n)!”
“Is Remus teaching Molly and Arthur the patronus charm?” At your voice, Remus jolts and turns. Hurt jabbed at you from the expression he shot you. You hate the way he looked at you now.
Almost clamming up from his reaction, Harry’s voice is something you anchor yourself to. “Yeah! You never know when it will be useful.”
“You know how to do the charm, don’t you?” Hermione puts her wand arm down.
That was a loaded question.
You used to able to perform a fully formed patronus. It used to be a black swan. Now though. . . you doubt you'd be able to conjure up a full bodied one. There were no happy memories for you to call upon.
Now you felt more uncomfortable than you had been as all eyes fell upon you.
Remus, never losing his kindness, walks around Molly and toward you. "Of course she does. All that is needed is the right memory."
Every memory with your family were dampened. There was nothing you could draw upon until you look to Remus' face for comfort. Nothing but encouragement beamed on his face as he nodded at you. The way his eyes glow remind you of last night.
You'd been happy in those split seconds where the two of you had been connected, even if it was brief and he had run off immediately after. It was the happiest you'd been in months.
Taking in a deep breath, you draw your wand from the sleeve of your robe and to the best of your abilities try to implant yourself once more in the memory of last night. The way Remus was so easy to talk to. You confessing your feelings. His lips pressed against your's. The taste of him. Your mind weaved it so beautifully in your head that you could even hear the cracking of logs in the fireplace.
The tip of your wand explodes with a pale blue, a creature with four legs leaps forth. Not at all your black swan.
A large wolf startles Ron's terrier as it comes into existence. Large and powerful.
Everyone stares in awe at the fine creature who turns it's head to look at you and Remus. It blinks slowly before padding over to your side. Even next to you it was ginormous and almost stood taller than you.
When the initial shock wore down, everyone decided to have their breakfast in the dining room. You and Remus were the last to leave and trailed behind.
Once everyone was out of earshot, Remus whispers "I thought your patronus was a black swan."
"It was." Without the burn of alcohol emboldening you, you blush feeling shy. "I. . . I don't know what happened. I didn't do anything out of the ordinary. The memory. . . well it could have been the memory I used."
"From last night?" Remus attempts to hide his own blush with his hand. At least you knew it had been on his mind too.
You nod. "It was the first time I'd been happy for quite a while."
Instead of heading to the doors of the sitting room, Remus turns back to the sofas and sits. His cheeks were still pink when he murmurs "I've heard that it's not uncommon for a patronus to change. It can change when a witch or wizard is going through life changes." He tries his best not to look at you when he adds "Like falling in love."
The change of your patronus to a wolf made sense now. It reflected your feelings for Remus.
You hesitantly sit next to him. "I'm sorry if this whole thing has made you uncomfortable."
He chuckles softly. "Don't be. To have a witch as beautiful and smart as you be in love with me. . . I must have done something right with my life then."
"Just being yourself was enough." The corner of your lip twitches up into a smile.
His features become serious for a moment. "I'm not the easiest person to love. Being a werewolf and all will ultimately make things difficult. Plus I'm quite older than you."
Nonchalantly you shrug. "I'm an expert at handling difficult things. Bill and Fleur make their relationship work. I believe you deserved to be loved whether it be by me or someone else, you should take the chance. As for your age, well, I've always been told that I act older than my age. It doesn't bother me one bit."
Remus' hand falls atop of your's. "You're fearless." His voice was filled with admiration that made your heart pick up speed.
Your smile grows. "I just know what I want. And I want you, Remus."
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Holiday season break…
Drear John think you need a break….
It was a wonderful summers day that morning, birds chirping on the apple tree, flying back and forth swinging from the bird feeder, the wee red nuts turning white with each peck…
John loved to watch nature the outdoors always held a strange lure to him something peaceful about it made him calm…
Just as he looked out the window Aunt Dee walked into the kitchen, looking over to John she spoke to him..
“Morning You… sleep well ?”…
As she glided past him he marvelled at her beauty….
His Aunt was only ten years his senior in her late 40’s but she had the figure of a woman much younger due to her keep fit routine…
Her stunning long black hair flowed over her shoulders down her back to almost her lower back, framed by very straight powerful shoulders, she had beautiful blue eyes with high cheekbones and the widest smile !
Again she spoke breaking John from his stare !
“Did you sleep well ?” She gave a small chuckle as he stuttered a yes thank you Aunt Dee …
John had stuttered not over her beautiful presence, rather what she was dressed in !
Or the lack of it !!!
She had o a grey straight dress that had no arms like an official would ware ..But this was Very short only coming to the top of her thighs ! Around her waist was a black leather belt around 4” wide with a huge buckle….she had on a white shirt under the dress that only had lacy sleeves that clung to her upper biceps… her black hair was in a high ponytail tied with a black lace that had been woven from her crown 6” down to her neckline…. She was stunning !!!!…
But for John this was such a treat as secretly John had a huge crush on his Aunt…
For years he had made every attempt to go to her for regular holidays…
Just to simply be in her presence, his infatuation had gotten worse after he visited in his early 20’s for a long weekend.
He had gone to the toilet one day when Aunt Dee was out shopping, sitting on the toilet he looked at the laundry basket…No he couldn’t …
On flushing he walked past the basket, But stopped at the door !
It would do no harm just to look ?
Lifting the top there was among the laundry her silk frilly lace pants !
OMG he wanted to put the top back and run downstairs…
But he lifted a pair looking at them ! Then it happened he put them to his nose !!!
His Aunt’s smell was so very sweet..But worse was to come he was so excited John took out his swollen member grabbing at the toilet paper he started to masterbate hard ! in seconds he shot hot sperm into the awaiting paper !!
Truly embarrassed by his actions he put the pants back flushed the toilet and vowed Never to do such a thing again…
It didn’t last long each holiday he would wait till Aunt Dee was out then take pants…
This got worse as he started putting them on ! Followed by her bra ..
That was how it started him dressing in her underwear feeling like a naughty little girl !
A sissy girlie !!
Years had passed as he grew older the stay’s became less frequent..
John did keep in touch with his Aunt regularly so was not surprised on her invitation to stay with her after a messy break up…
But on the second day he couldn’t help him self he went to the laundry basket !!!
Stealing a pair he would sleep with them on then simply put them back in the early morning…
This he had done with a huge smug smile to himself she would know nothing of his dirty nights play in them…..
Eating bran flakes from the bowl he casually looked over at his Aunt’s current attire…
“Do you like it John ? (A nod came) I have some business to take care of today so hence my dress code…. Now finish your cereal…. Then you can help me with something”..
John put his bowl into the dishwasher and followed his Aunt up stairs to the attic conversation she strode up the stairs in front of him he was in heaven watching her cute bubble butt bounce before him !
She went into his room ? ….
Stood at the bed with her arms now folded !
John what is this ! …
She pulled the bed sheet down to reveal her silk panties !!!
How ? How could she have known what pair he took !!!!
John went bright Red !!
Aunty Dee I don’t know how they got there ?!
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This was indeed a half truth as he had put them back ?
Aunt Dee looked him right in the eyes !
“I hate lies ! Admit it you stole my panties and have been putting them on !”
No ...N’No Aunt Dee I wouldn’t do that ….
She barked at him again !
“Yes you did madam ! Infact I think you get off on women’s knickers don’t you !”
No Aunty please !!
“I will fucking please you madam you’re a knicker stealing Sissy !!!”
Aunty Dee held up her Mobile !!!
There in colour was him in bed with her panties on sleeping !!!!….
The shame burst through as he went Deeper red welling up !
“Get over my knee Madam ! “
She sat on the bed…
Wwwhhat Aunty Dee ?
“Eh Now sissy !!”
She took his arm pulling him off balance, then over her knee !
A spanking with his arm up his back followed !!!
“You little shit !! You have been wanking in them haven’t you ! “
Thwack !
No Aunt Dee !
“You little liar! You’re a nasty sissy pantie stealing bitch !!!”
Ppplease Auntie nooo !
“Then admit it You stole Auntie Dee’s frilly knickers didn’t You !”
Suddenly over whelmed with a deep sense of submissive feelings from the spanking, it all came flowing out as John confessed to everything ..
His pant stealing his dirty habits and more ..
But worse he blurted out his Deeply held love for his Aunt !,,,,,
She barked at him to get up and bend over the end of the bed frame !
This he’s scurried to do for his aunt as she left to get some items from a cupboard ..
On her return she spanked his red rear hard !
Thwack !
“Spread your legs wide you little sissy ! Am going to show you what happens to pantie thefts in this house !” His Auntie then tied his ankles to the bed legs wide apart ! Followed by his arms tied behind his back...
OMG Auntie Dee had a wooden hair brush !
Thwack !
“Dirty sissy pant stealing wee bitch ..Thwack !
Jerking off in my panties are you !”
Thwack... Thwack !...
Am so sorry Auntie Please stop ! It sore !
“Yes it’s sore sissy it a Punishment ! ..Now say it your a sissy pantie stealing wee bitch ! What are You?”
Am a pantie stealing wee. Sissy bitch Auntie Dee !...
“Now Am going to give You 12 Full force spankings and You sissy will stay silent for Your Auntie !
or she will simply start over until you are silent !”
To her utter amazement her sissy nephew stayed silent for All twelve !
But burst out crying hysterically at the end !
She almost felt sorry for him for a split second ...
She untied him then spoke..
“Pull your pants up sissy and come over here !”
As John turned Auntie was sitting in the small padded chair in the corner his rear on fire hurt as he walked to his beautiful Auntie...
“Kneel down here hands behind your head ! ..now tell Auntie Dee why you stole my panties dirty ones at that !”
What happened next really stunned her to the core !!!
Am a submissive Auntie Dee and I love frilly things.
But for years I have Loved You Auntie Dee... with all my heart I just want to be your subissive sissy ...
Stunned by this new revelation she put her hand under his chin lifting it so gently ..
“If you love me why are you looking at the floor sissy John ?”
Sorry Auntie Dee am embarrassed to look at you knowing you know my secret now..
She was suddenly aware of a tingling Deep within she had not felt in years a building throb ! Fuck she wanted to slap his face tell him to get out !
But the throbbing simply took over...
“So you love frilly things do you ? Right sissy close your eyes and don’t Fucking move an inch or it’s the hair brush got That !”
Yes Auntie Dee !
She got up leaving to her room entering the walk-in dressing room in her bedroom she opened a drawer lifting out a silk yellow teddy nightie and matching frilly bloomers !...
Smiling to herself she walked back to the spare room but stopped to fetch another pair of used panties and tights from the dirty washing basket !
He was still kneeling in the same position as she came up behind him...
“Keep your eyes closed and open your mouth ! No sissy Wide !”
Fuck he did as told so fast she wanted to burst out laughing ....
Putting the new dirty pants over his nose (Auntie Dee had to dig around to find this pair as she had an accident in the When first on her periods !).
“So this is the smell you love is it Sissy pantie boy !”
Utterly ashamed he blurted out a Yes Auntie !
But his words trailed off as she again barked ..
“Open Wide no talking ...You nod or shake your head Sissy !”
She stuffed the soiled pants into his right cheek firmly then lifted the pair he had in bed still wet with his come ! These were pushed into the left cheek hard then she pulled the used tights over his face pulling the legs out taught she fed them around his head wedging his mouth tightly !
This brought cute wee moans from John ....
The throbbing was building even more now as she worked on him ...
Fuck this was so powerful ! She felt in such control it was fantastic. !!!
“Stand up and strip for Auntie Dee ! Do it very slowly John or I will punish you again is that understood ?”
He nodded rapidly as he started removing All his clothing !
Fuck he was rock hard ! Dirty little shit !...
“Hold Aunties shoulders !”
John felt for her shoulders ..holding them felt Devine, he was in Sub heaven ...
“Lift your right leg sissy ! ...now the left !”
John shuddered as he felt the cool silk being fed up his slender legs then snapped around his waist !
“Ok hands off my shoulders and kneel ! (He did as told) Now hands up !”
Pulling the teddy nightie over his young body brought a smile to her face..
Here he was dressed in her silks, his face wrapped in a tights hood with bulging pantie stuffed cheeks.....Time for some fun !
“Hands behind your head sissy ! Now feel what Auntie Dee has dressed you up in sissy boy !”
She watched as he not only felt every where but was moaning and panting through the gagging obviously getting off on it !
Suddenly a vision passed through her mind ..What if ? Yes what if ?
“John are you a Girl ?”
He froze on the spot !! No that was too much he couldn’t tell his Auntie he Always wanted to be a Girl !
“I asked you a Question John are you a Girl inside ! Tell Auntie Dee don’t dare hide !”
John took a huge breath and nodded tears falling from him as wet patches now appeared on the tights hood !
“A sissy girl well we’ll we will have to find you a new name then sissy !”
Auntie Dee had lifted the yellow teddy nightie and was running her foot over his bulge !
No sooner had she started this than wetness spread, he was oozing pre-come !
OMG she thought as she got up to fetch a hand towel from the on suite ..
“What a dirty sissy girl you are missy !”
Auntie Dee opened the bloomers looking at his straining member it was covered glistening in the bedroom lights !
She folded the towel along its length to form a pad putting it under him up his rear, but too her surprise he spread his legs Wide panting loudly ?
As she pulled the bloomers back up she spoke to him...
“There that will catch your mess missy ! So to a name for my new girl...”
John had not even heard his auntie as he was caught by the soft towel material he was slowly moving his hips as he arched backwards an unstoppable force set in motion he screamed into the dirty panties !
“Sissy don’t you dare ! Don’t you mess my nice towel with your fucking filth !”
Auntie Dee kicked between his legs !
She watched as sissy arched backwards climaxing hard screaming into the gagging !
Auntie Dee was lost in lust herself now, her fingers drenched in her wet pussy ripping out a climax of her own she suddenly wanted with all her heart to hurt him...Hurt him Bad !!!
Lifting the hair brush she threw him on the floor sitting on his back she pulled the towel down spanking his rear wildly !
“Dirty girl ..How dare you do that in Aunties silk bloomers ! Dirty wee bitch ! Auntie is going to blister your naughty Ass !”
She spanked him wildly for around ten mins then realised he was actually crying and sobbing like a Baby !..
“Are you sorry sissy girl ?”
He was nodding wildly ..
“Well take a Deep breath and No sound for your Punishment 12 !
Show Auntie you Love her and take this silently Baby girlie LEMON !...Yes your acting like a baby so am going to treat you like a baby!”
He took a huge Deep Breath as the white hot pain rained down on him but Yes he stayed silent as he truly Loved his beautiful Auntie Dee....
“Clever baby lemon come over her and get a sissy baby cuddle sweetheart as Auntie Loves you too”
A plan had formed in her head as she spanked his rear staying silent for her in deep submission....
She at that moment knew two things she loved being Dominant and wanted to Humiliate him for her Pleasure..
Now knowing just the path too take to pull that Humiliation from him !
John sobbing lay his head on her lap..
He had waited so very long to hear her say those words he burst out crying sobbing his heart out as she pulled him in..
“Hush Hush now Baby Auntie will take good care of you now ....You will write a letter of resignation to give up your job.then we will sell everything you own, as you won’t be needing anything now that your coming to stay with Auntie as her Babyslave !”....
His Auntie now had a picture forming in her head she would Humiliate him beyond anything he could possibly dream of for Her Pleasure she had suspected him for so long but he wanted to be a Girl ! Well she would have him as that but as the two year olds she first knew when he was ever so cute !!!!!...
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