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runnning-outof-time · 7 months

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Congrats on your huge milestone, K! You deserve it as so much more.

Can I request Tommy with 11. “Isn’t it beautiful out here?"?

I can't wait to see what you come up with.

Congrats again 🎊🎉✨

Thanks so much, Ace!! I hope you like what I’ve done with this one — of course I couldn’t help but use a gif from this scene! Enjoy! :)

PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!

Part of my 3.5k Celebration — find more stories here!

A Clear Mind On A Cool Day

Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: none … maybe Tommy being ooc, but who cares, right?

Word Count: 790

Summary: Tommy is able to clear his mind as he spends some time outside with his family.

Tommy eased himself down onto the chair, tipped his head back and almost immediately closed his eyes. He could hear his children playing nearby. The sounds of their excited screams added to the relaxing atmosphere. For the first time in a while, Tommy was calm.

He was sitting this exact same way when (Y/N) approached him some time later. A smile formed on her face as she stopped beside him. “Hi, Tommy,” she said softly, wanting him to know she was there before she gently placed her hand on his shoulder.

“Hi,” he responded in a whisper, not opening his eyes because he knew who it was from touch and voice alone. Instead, he brought his hand up to rest it on hers.

“Isn’t it beautiful out here?” (Y/N) asked as she moved to sit in her own chair.

“It is,” Tommy responded, sucking in a deep breath, loving the crispness of the autumn air. It did wonders in helping him clear his mind.

“How long have the children been playing?” she asked another question, finding her two boys in the middle of grabbing piles of fallen leaves and throwing them up in the air.

“For some time,” he couldn’t give a definitive answer. For once, (Y/N) didn’t mind it. “James came out first. He sat with me until Jacob came out, and then they both went to play with the leaves.”

(Y/N) nodded her head even though she knew Tommy couldn’t see her. She continued watching her children, basking in the comfortable silence that had fallen around her and her husband. If only every day could be like this, she thought to herself. She yearned for calm, domestic family moments like this one. She savored them when they happened because they were few and far between due to her husband’s business endeavors.

“Thank you for taking the day off,” (Y/N) broke the silence as she looked over at her husband again.

Her words made him open his eyes and look at her. He noticed her soft smile. Seeing it made the corners of his lips turn upwards. God, he needed to take more days off.

A cool breeze blew through the trees then, shaking the remaining leaves and making some of them fall to the ground. This made the two, young boys shriek in excitement as they ran to catch them. It also made (Y/N) shiver involuntarily. She silently cursed herself for forgetting her sweater inside.

“Cold?” Tommy questioned after he noticed his wife’s reaction to the wind.

“I should’ve brought a sweater with me,” she indirectly answered his question, a sheepish smile on her face.

“C’mere,” he ignored her sheepishness, tilting his head to the side as he gestured for her to come over.

(Y/N) didn’t need to be told twice. She stood up with a smile and made her way over to the chair Tommy was sitting on. She sat herself down sideways on his lap and nestled her face into the crook of his neck. Warmth overcame her instantly. She was jealous of how Tommy radiated so much heat, but it gave her the excuse to always cuddle closer to him on the colder days and nights….so really she couldn’t complain too much.

“Better?” he asked once she was settled on his lap.

“Yes,” she nodded the best she could with her head on his chest. “Although the arm of the chair is digging into my back slightly,” she pointed out a small gripe, her lips curving into a smile as Tommy shook his head and chuckled.

“Try not to lean against it then, love,” he proposed a solution. (Y/N) wiggled slightly to get away from the chair’s metal arm, so much so that Tommy was able to bring one of his arms around her back while the other draped loosely over her legs.

“Better,” she affirmed once she was comfortable. “And much warmer too,” she added, lifting her head to press a kiss to his cheek.

“Good,” Tommy hummed, tipping his head back so that he could close his eyes again. He reveled in the comfortable silence and the cool air, his mind completely clear and now focused on the feeling of his lady sitting close to him.

The couple stayed in that spot until the sun started to set. James and Jacob came running over then, effectively distrubing the silence, but not completely taking away from the peaceful feeling that had encapsulated their parents.

The family decided to go inside then so that they could get ready for dinner. As Tommy walked hand in hand with (Y/N), he silently said a ‘thank you’ for the ability to have a clear mind on a cool day.

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sophswritingthings · 5 months

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Hello, dear author! I couldn't help but binge read all your Mizu works (they are amazing, please keep writing, they actually make me sooo happy) and also couldn't help the idea that suddenly came to my mind, so I hope It's okay to share this! I would be even more happy if you made it into a little fic 🥺

Since Mizu has huge trauma from being betrayed and left alone to fight those who comes after her, what would be her reaction to a reader who literally almost jumped down from a cliff just to get to Mizu and protect her? Like reader might be warrior, a bow user or simply uses a katana but that aint gonna stop reader from protecting their wife with their life! 😠

.... Unlike a once certain husband 😑

pairing: mizu x fem!reader

warning(s): swearing, mentions of suicide

a/n: mizu is just so confused by nice people, I can’t help but giggle 🤭 and of course it’s okay to share!! share as much as you’d like! I’d like to think we’re a safe little community here. at least, god I hope so

summary: you jump off the cliff after your wife, managing to scale your way down somewhat safely. afterwards, she scolds you for almost throwing your life away.

word count: 360 words / 1,916 characters

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“MIZU!”

you shriek, your voice shrill as you dash to the edge of the cliff. your breathing was heavy, gazing down at mizu.

cornered by the four fangs, she was.

fuck—fuck!

she had a wound, still healing on her shoulder from her adventure at shindo dojo. if they hit her just right..

of course you had faith in your wife. she was strong, stronger than you had ever thought she could be—but.. risking her life because you had “faith” in her, was not something you were willing to do.

you glanced around, your eyes landing on two pieces of a broken katana. you could assume it was one of the four fangs swords, but that didn’t matter— you didn’t give a shit who it belonged to. you needed to get down to your wife.

you grabbed the pieces in your hands, peering over the edge of the cliff again. you turned around.

and jumped.

you could feel yourself falling, but just in time, you plunged the broken pieces into the side of the mountain.

you caught yourself, just barley, beginning to scale your way down the rest of the mountain to meet your wife.

she was staring at you. a bit starstruck, she looked, but her expression quickly devolved to anger.

“what in hell are you thinking?” she grumbled, glancing you up and down—your hands were bloody from the sharp parts of the swords. “that was a fucking suicide attempt.”

“I’m coming to help you!” you yelp, your eyes pleading. “It is you and me, mizu. you’re— you’re not by yourself anymore.”

she stared at you for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. yes, you were married— but the last time she had been married.. she wasn’t sure he ever actually cared for her. truly.

and now here you were, throwing yourself off the slide of a cliff.

for.. her.

you loved her. so very much.

all she could hear was the sound of her heart thumping in her ears, but she quickly shook it off.

she grasped your hand for a moment, nodding to you as she squeezed it.

It was you and her; against the world.

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pilesofpillows · 7 months

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Snooze

Attoye Kinktober | Free Choice: Somnophilia

Read it here on AO3

Warnings: Smut (18+), Highly NSFW, Dirty Talk, Power Dynamics (if you squint), Cunnilingus, Vaginal Sex, Consenual Somnophilia

A/N: This fic was originally supposed be for Day 8, which is monsterfucking, but ya girl wants to fuck monsters on Halloween so I switched the two. Considering Day 31 was a free choice, I chose somnophilia 😜

It should be known, I am working on my omegaverse & bondage fics as well as a few other spicy shorts for this month. Let’s hope I get them out before Kinktober ends 💀😂

All my thanks and love to @theemfingmenace & @umber-cinders for beta reading this for me… my love for y’all cannot be properly articulated but I will always try my best & @theattoyearchive for actively encouraging my filthy writing habits 💕💕

Attuma had never met anyone who slept as deeply as his wife.

From the moment her head hit the pillow and her breathing evened out, Okoye was dead to the world. She could sleep through anything: thunderstorms, emergency sirens, even the chirping of birdsong in the mornings. At the start of their relationship, he'd made a game of trying to rouse her, attempting various things. He'd run his thumb along the divot of her spine, or press soft, shudder-inducing kisses to the back of her ear, or rain softer kisses over her cheeks and lips. There was even a time he'd mouthed his way up her neck and sucked a mark against her throat, only for her to hum soft and low, then rock her hips against him in her unconsciousness.

It was all to no avail. Anything less than the tinny chime of her kimoyo beads, and his wife remained unmoved.

"You would sleep through a tidal wave, in yakunaj," he'd rasped into her ear one slow morning. It was a rare occasion; neither of their presences were required elsewhere that day, and Okoye hadn't woken until the sun was high in the sky. He'd lain with her strewn across him, listening to her soft snores in perfect peace, nearly falling back asleep himself when she finally stirred.

Okoye sat up, thighs astride his waist, and stretched. Her voice was still thick with sleep as she chuckled, "You wouldn't let me drown, would you, sithandwa?"

Attuma smiled and sat up, adjusting them so she was seated in his lap, and kissed her forehead. "Never."

"Well then," she murmured into his neck, "I don't see the problem."

"The problem is: there are more enjoyable, exciting things we could be doing in the mornings," he replied, grasping her hips and rocking up into her suggestively.

Okoye chuckled again and leaned back, arching a bemused brow at him. "Is that what mornings are for now?"

"They could be," Attuma smirked. "Certainly sounds better than swimming or running before the sun rises." He ducked his head and began mouthing kisses against her throat and jaw. "You'd probably burn more calories on my cock anyway."

"Attuma!" she shrieked, rocking back and swatting his chest in scandal.

"Yes, in yakunaj?" he replied coyly. He grabbed two handfuls of her ass and pulled her into him, making her gasp as his mouth found the sensitive skin of her neck again.

Okoye smiled and shook her head, threading her fingers through his hair. She rocked against his hardening length and sighed prettily in his ear. The air between them grew heavy and thick, electric passion stoking the flames of their desire.

Attuma breathed her in, smelling the sweet spice of her arousal, and nearly purred. His hands encircled her waist, sliding under the tunic she'd worn to bed. His tunic. The oversized garment slid off her shoulder as she threw her head back, and he sucked a mark onto newly exposed skin.

"You know," she gasped, arching into his hold, "you don't have to wake me for that." Her hips ground against him, and Attuma could feel her wetness through the thin barrier of her thong. "You can have me anytime you'd like," she breathed, words blurring into a moan.

A quiet laugh rumbled through his chest as he drew back to pull the tunic over her head. "I doubt it would wake you regardless, ch'ujuk ba'al," he husked, sucking a dark peak into his mouth and nibbling on her pebbled nipple until she whined softly.

“Well, I'm awake now,” Okoye said, breaths coming faster as her fist tightened in his hair and her hips rocked against his stomach in search of the same sensation his mouth provided. "So I suppose you'll have to try a different morning."

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It was weeks before he had the opportunity.

Attuma woke first, like he always did, slipping from their sheets to dunk his head under the sink in their bathroom and refresh his rebreathers. He grabbed Okoye a fresh glass of water and brought it back to their bedroom, stopping in the doorway to admire the slumbering silhouette of his wife.

His love for her was unfathomable, deeper than his home's most sunken trenches. It went beyond all logic and reason, defying any attempts at explanation, and stole the very breath from his lungs when he considered it. Even now, knowing he had it, Attuma coveted her love. There was nothing he wouldn't do for it, and even the gods were blind to the lengths he would go to keep it. To keep her.

Okoye loved him back with the same ferocity. Her love was sunlight in his soul, bright and invigorating, filling the darkest recesses of him with something so pure he had no choice but to revel in its glory.

He wanted her all the time.

Crossing the room on quiet feet, Attuma placed her water on the bedside table and traced light fingers over the tattoos covering her scalp. She shifted, reaching her arm from under the covers and pressing her face into the pillow he usually slept on, seeking him out even in her sleep. He grinned.

A few stray rays of sunlight streamed into their room, shining softly across their bed and illuminating the rich brown of her skin. He studied her shamelessly, eyes raking over her body's sensuous curves and lean muscles. The dark bruise on her right shoulder brought a sharp edge to his grin, the sight of his mark on her waking something almost feral and certainly dangerous in him.

He slid back into bed soundlessly, covering her body with his own, and kissed a line from her neck to the bite. Okoye didn't stir in the slightest. She was naked, neither bothering to get redressed after cleaning up the remnants of their passion from the prior evening. Attuma was glad for it; he could take his time this way.

He trailed his lips from her shoulder to her nape, then ghosted kisses down her spine, lowering himself as he went. His legs straddled hers as his tongue dipped into the symmetrical dimples on her lower back. Hands running along her sides, Attuma stroked up and down in a circular pattern, thumbs gently pressing on the edges of her shoulder blades each time they crested. Still, Okoye remained deep in her slumber.

He wondered when she would wake. Would it take his tongue fluttering around her clit, sucking the sweet nub until she woke with his name on her lips? Or perhaps he'd focus his attentions higher— would she stir if he licked his way into the tight passage of her ass? Would she gasp and shudder as her mind caught up with the havoc he'd wreaked on her body? Then again, she might wake with a pretty keen as he slid his thick cock into her, splitting her open until she scarcely had room for breath.

He damn near salivated at the thought and hardened painfully as the blood rushed to his groin.

Fingers encircling her waist and drifting over her ribcage, Attuma's hands swept downward to grasp her hips. He pulled his sleeping wife to her knees and settled behind her, continuing his kisses over the perfect swell of her ass. He traced his tongue along her outer lips, savoring her taste. Using his thumbs to spread her open, he watched her sweet pussy blossom for him, honeyed arousal glistening like morning dew. Attuma bit his lip to suppress his groan and pressed a light kiss to her clit, nuzzling his nose against her entrance. Okoye's hushed sigh was sweeter than birdsong.

Leaning forward again, he pressed his tongue flat against her clit and dragged it through her folds, sampling her fully. He circled her entrance, flicking the tip of his tongue inside, and couldn't stop his groan as her cunt throbbed for him. He repeated the motion, humming while he lapped and laved at her with abandon, losing himself in the intoxicating taste of her.

Circling, sucking, nibbling, fucking— Attuma devoured her with a single-minded focus and an almost vulgar need to possess. He spelled out his name over her pussy, glyph by glyph, tasting her, marking her. There was no part of her that didn't belong to him, and he'd make sure her body would remember it, even if her mind didn't. His little wife arched back, breath hitching as she pressed her pretty pussy into his mouth, but she slept on, ignorant to the claim he was staking.

The depth of her slumber was a heady, thrilling challenge that made his blood race and his mind war with itself. There was a deep need in him to see how far he could drive her— to see her body tremble and quake with pleasure while she was lost in the land of dreams. Yet, the other half of him wanted to wake her, if only so he could tell her all he'd done to her while she slept, what she'd let him do to her. What she was letting him do even now.

The muscles in her thighs began their telltale tremble, a signal fire of her impending climax, and Attuma was greedy for it. He lashed at her clit, listening to her panting carefully, then wrapped his mouth around the bundle of nerves and sucked.

Okoye came for him without a sound, flooding his mouth with her release. Attuma's mind buzzed with a euphoric static, drunk on the power he commanded over her body.

He drew back, watching her sopping cunt throb and clench around nothing but air. She was ripe and swollen from his attentions, but he had no intention of stopping.

He wanted to ruin her.

Okoye woke dazed and near delirium.

An aching, singing heat in her veins only added to her confusion. She tried to take stock of her body, but her muscles tensed and jumped of their own accord. A thrumming rumble of vibration rocked through her, and her hips jerked back against a firm hold. Her nerves were overshot, her mind struggling to make sense of up and down until fingers— fingers inside of her —pressed against that soft, secret place within. Her eyes snapped open as electric ecstasy coursed through her body, making everything blindingly white for endless seconds, and she keened.

Okoye buried her face in the pillows, fighting for her sanity with every breath when a throaty chuckle sounded behind her.

"Ah-Attuma?"

She felt the responding hum ripple through her body and choked out another keen as the same fingers— his fingers —moved in her again. White-hot sparks of mind-numbing pleasure raced up her spine with the sound, sending her hands scrambling, reaching, grasping, twisting for some form of purchase as she arched back against her husband's talented tongue. His tongue that was circling and sliding, flicking and darting… against her ass.

Okoye's eyes screwed shut as she realized and croaked curses spilled from her lips like wine into their pillowcases while Attuma fucked her ass with his tongue. The dizzying amount of pleasure rollicking through her body was indescribable, and the coiling tension in her muscles was indisputable. She was going to come again— hard.

"Fuck, Okoye... you're gonna come again, aren't you?" Attuma asked before she could stutter the words, feeling her walls spasming around his fingers. "Yeah, you are," he answered his own question with a grin and rocked up to kiss the small of her back. "Gonna come from having my tongue buried in your ass, huh? Filthy girl." The taunt in his voice was almost cruel, and the bite he delivered to her ass cheek certainly was. All the while, his fingers stroked her with deadly precision, moving faster, harder, dragging against her until she damn near screamed. "Ko'oten túun, in yakunaj. Ko'oten tin yaal in k'ab. [Come on then, my love. Come on my fingers]."

Okoye had no choice. She came with the force of a tidal wave. Her back arched further, spine curving almost painfully, and strangled wails were screamed into the pillows below her. Her mind blanked out, ears ringing, and she detailed the heavens as supernovas burst behind her eyes.

Her senses returned one by one as her pulse thundered in her ears. Distantly, she could feel Attuma murmuring praises into her sweat-slicked skin, his fingers slowing gradually. Okoye hissed weakly when he withdrew from her, blinking through the haze of bliss and sleep as his lips trailed up her back, tongue licking the sweat pooling along her spine. He folded himself over her, hand tracing over her arm and folding over her still-furled fist. Attuma kissed the mark he'd left on her shoulder last night.

"Good morning," he rasped into her ear, nudging her cheek with his nose.

Okoye didn't trust her voice yet, so she pressed her face into his instead, trying to catch her breath.

Attuma's hulking frame shrouded hers, and he unfurled her fist, twining their fingers. "Do you know how many times you peaked for me, ch'ujuk ba'al?" His voice was still thick with lust, and she could feel the remnants of her arousal on his chin as he kissed the shell of her ear. "How many times this pretty pussy of yours came on my tongue before you even began to stir?" She mewled, hips jerking at the feeling of his thick cockhead dragging along her swollen sex.

Bast help her; he wasn't nearly done.

"Three." Attuma answered his own question, sinking his entire length into her with one deft stroke.

Okoye choked on her own gasp, incredulous at the number and overwhelmed by the fullness of him. "Ixoki [Liar.]," she accused, tongue tripping over the word and mangling the pronunciation entirely as he began fucking her.

"Three times," he said, untwining their fingers to grasp her hips and pull her back onto his cock. "Three. Fucking. Times." Every word was punctuated with a harsh thrust from him and a strangled moan from her. "Drank you down every fucking time, too."

The desperate scrape in his voice curled deliciously at the base of her spine, sending a bolt of heat that rocked through her before spooling low in her abdomen.

"Attuma... Bast!"

"No, Okoye. Not Bast," he growled, spreading her further and plunging deeper, "Not Chaac. Not Sekhmet. Not Itzmana." His thrusts took on a possessive quality, and her eyes rolled back, fingers twisting so tightly in the sheets they almost tore. "No gods, ch'ujuk ba'al... Just me. You're just for me." His rhythm grew erratic, and his grip grew tighter, and she cried out with every slam of his hips into hers. Attuma folded himself over her body, chanting his claim like a prayer into her skin. "Mine. All mine."

His mouth was all teeth and tongue, and she shrieked his name in a sob as his teeth sank into the muscle of her left shoulder.

"Fuck! Attuma, fucking... fuck!"

"Beyech mina, Okoye."

"Yes! Fuck! Yesyesyesyesyes!"

"Tell me– Tell me you're mine."

A demand, a request, a plea.

She was keening again, so overstimulated and so, so close.

"Yours, Ah! Attuma, ‘m’yours."

A capitulance, an answer, a promise.

It was enough.

Attuma roared his release, guttural and deep, hips stuttering against hers, fucking his cum deeper into her, every pulse of his cock shoving her over the brink with him. He dropped his head onto her back, resting heavy between her shoulder blades as they shuddered and panted, chests rising and falling in tandem.

Her mind began to drift, eyes blearing with exhaustion despite having just woken up. He pulled himself from her body slowly, and she sagged in his hold, legs too weak to hold her up any longer.

"Not yet, ch'ujuk ba'al," Attuma husked, recouping his breath and planting a sweet kiss on her nape, then another to the mark adorning her right shoulder and the next to the newest on her left. The rest he ghosted down her back, massaging her bruised hips as he slid lower. He kissed the soft swells of her ass, then spread her open. Her husband held her there, murmuring low in his mother tongue, but Okoye couldn't hear him.

Her brows knit in confusion, face heating as she felt the wet rush of their combined releases dripping down her slit. She swallowed thickly, opening her mouth to voice a question that died in her throat the moment the flat of his tongue met her pussy. Her mouth stayed parted in a wide, silent gasp as Attuma lapped at her with broad strokes, too shocked to move, even from the overwhelming sensation of his mouth on her again. The breath rushed back into her lungs when he curled his tongue and speared it inside her fluttering walls.

"Attuma!" His name was half a question, half an exclamation. "What– oh!– what're you doing?"

"Shh," he hushed her protests and massaged the back of her thighs. "This is mine too, isn't it, ch'ujuk ba'al?"

Okoye whimpered weakly, jumping as he kissed her clit.

"I just want a taste."

~Finis~

A/N: I’m smoking an herbal as we speak… I’ll touch grass when the sun is up.

Like I said, omegaverse and bondage are still cooking. I’ve embraced my inner chaos thanks to some… wise advice and I’ll just be posting what’s ready when it’s ready. My personal life is Hot Mess Express at the moment, but I will do my best to keep writing and sharing with y’all because each and every single one of you makes my heart glow like fireflies in the bayou. 💕💕

#attoye #attuma x okoye #okoye x attuma #okoye x attuma fanfiction #okoye #attuma #bpwf #black panther wakanda forever #kinktober 2023 #pilesofpillows

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everythingpresley · 9 months

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My Secret Ken-Doll (epilogue)

summary: Elvis has a little secret named Kennedy Jackson. Epilogue!

word count: 1.7k

Author's Note: I can't seem to stop writing about Kennedy and Elvis so I decided to write an Epilogue 🤗

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

My Secret Ken-Doll (epilogue)

5 years later

Kennedy walked out of the kitchen to the pool, dressed in her own little two piece, she was finally back to her original figure and was enjoying being back. She sipped her cool drink and leaned against the door frame of the backdoor, watching Elvis toss the kids in the pool.

They now had a total of 4 kids, Kennedy had gotten pregnant back to back and Elvis enjoyed impregnating her for sure. Her pregnancies had gotten a tad better than her first one with Jude but it was still horrible especially the first trimester. However, she did not have to go into work while she was pregnant because she wasn’t working anymore. She was by Elvis’ side all the time.

The littlest one who was 1, Gracie, was in the shade playing with her toys. Jude was currently on Elvis’ shoulders trying to dunk him in. Charlotte who was now 3 was splashing her dad, they were all ganging up on him. And directly after Jude was Danny, he’s currently 4 and he was getting ready to jump from the diving board.

Elvis quickly pulled Jude off of his shoulders and threw her in the pool as she shrieked then he grabbed Charlotte as she tried to quickly swim away but he was able to pick her up and toss her in the water.

Danny jumped in splashing all of them.

“Hey mama! You wanna join us over here?” Elvis grinned, looking at Kennedy as she walked towards Grace in the shade.

“If you’re gonna be rough housing then I would rather not.” Kennedy replied, plopping down in the shade.

Elvis jumped out of the pool, but kept his eyes on the kids. They all got lessons in swimming when they were very small but it was still very dangerous. Kennedy and Elvis only let the kids be in the pool if they were with them, never alone.

“Come on, everyone out of the pool!” Elvis shouted. They all started to moan about not wanting to get out “Come on, only for 5 minutes, take a juice break or something.”

“5 minutes! I’m timing you Daddy!” Danny yelled, getting out of the pool and running towards the kitchen to grab himself a juice box while the girls wrapped themselves in their towels.

“Dry off Daniel!” Kennedy yelled “You’re gonna slip in the kitchen!”

“I’ll be careful.” Danny replied but as he passed Elvis on his way to the kitchen, Elvis wrapped his arms around Danny from the back and lifted him up.

“Listen to your mama and dry off.” Elvis replied grabbing a towel from the chair, he placed Danny back on his feet, wrapping the towel around his shoulders. Danny pouted and dried himself off.

Elvis then walked to Kennedy, and leaned down, planting a kiss on Grace’s head before kissing Kennedy. Elvis pushed Kennedy back on the grass, kissing her more passionately while fully being on top of her.

Kennedy grinned and kissed him back “I hate it when you kiss me like that in front of the kids.” She said pulling away from Elvis.

“Why?” Elvis grinned “We’re just showing them what real love looks like.”

Kennedy shook her head at him with a smile on her face and ran her fingers through Elvis’ dripping wet hair “I hate it because I’m now thinking about you in our bed.” she whispered even though only Grace was next to them and she was too engrossed in her toys to pay attention to them, the rest of the kids were still in the kitchen.

“Oh.” Elvis grinned “Does my wife want some lovin’?”

Kennedy blushed slightly and nodded.

Elvis’ grin widened even more as he leaned down and captured her lips, Kennedy could feel his bulge poking her thigh as he continued to kiss her “You want me to put one of those in you mama?” He asked her pointing at Grace.

Kennedy pushed him back jokingly “No!”

Elvis rolled off of her and laid down on his back on the grass as he burst out laughing.

“No more.” Kennedy added.

“1 more.” Elvis pouted, giving her the biggest puppy eyes.

Kennedy narrowed her eyes at him and sat up. Her expression softened as she watched her other three kids hurtling out of the kitchen in their little towels. She loved them with all her heart. Kennedy turned her head back towards Elvis, her expression softening “Maybe a few years from now.”

Elvis threw his fist up in the air in celebration “Yes!”

Elvis sat up and wrapped his arm around Kennedy’s waist, dragging her into his lap. He kissed her shoulder and placed his chin on top of her shoulder “I’m just kidding. We don’t need to have more kids. Don’t get me wrong, I would love to have more but I know how tough pregnancies are for you and I know we were extremely reckless and ended up getting pregnant with 4 kids back to back which was tough for you.” Kennedy stopped taking her birth control pills due to them causing her to feel very down and depressed and Elvis was sometimes too lazy to wear a condom and sometimes didn’t pull out on time.

“It was worth it though.” Kennedy replied and leaned back against Elvis, she wouldn’t change a thing.

Elvis and Kennedy’s relationship has only gotten stronger after Jude, they were completely in love and obsessed with one another. Elvis has never looked happier, according to the Mafia, Dodger and Vernon.

4 years and 9 months ago

Kennedy was 3 months postpartum, living with Elvis as a married couple but with no ring on her finger. Elvis had wanted to propose to her a long time ago, before their break up and ever since they got back together he’s been antsy and waiting for the perfect opportunity to propose. He wanted to make a big gesture and big proposal but he slowly realized Kennedy hated big, she loved her space so he decided to propose to her in the most simplistic way.

It was when the three of them (Elvis, Kennedy and Judith) they were all relaxing in the living room, sitting on the floor and watching TV. Judith was on the carpeted ground on top of her blanket having a little tummy time when she started to get fussy.

“Oh, it’s okay. You don’t want any more tummy time?” Elvis cooed, picking Judith up and resting her in his lap. She quieted down as she sucked on her pacifier, enamored with the colors on the TV.

Kennedy leaned her head back and continued to watch TV.

“Oh look mama, Jude has a gift for you.” Elvis said.

Kennedy turned her head and saw an open ring box with a huge diamond ring inside sitting on Jude’s little stomach. Kennedy’s eyes shot up to Elvis’ face in confusion.

“Will you marry me, Kenny?” Elvis whispered.

“You wanna marry me?” Kennedy asked, in shock mostly.

“Honey, I would give anything to be able to call you my wife.” Elvis replied, getting choked up.

“Honey.” Kennedy also started to get choked up “Of course I’ll marry you.”

Elvis grinned “Come over here and kiss me, Jude fell asleep, I don’t wanna move and wake her up.”

Kennedy giggled and crawled over to him, capturing his lips with hers.

“Mrs. Presley.” Elvis chuckled as Kennedy started planting kisses all over Elvis’ face “Let me put that damn ring on your finger.”

Kennedy giggled and stopped attacking Elvis with kisses. Elvis held Kennedy’s hand and slid the ring on her finger.

“Let’s put her to bed and celebrate.” Kennedy said, wiggling her eyebrows at Elvis.

Elvis grinned and stood up, making sure not to wake Judith up.

Safe to say that was the day Danny was conceived.

Present Day

“Daddy! The 5 minutes are up!” Jude yelled, her, Charlotte and Danny were all standing at the edge of the pool practically bouncing on their toes to jump in, waiting for the go ahead from their Dad.

“Come on Daddy! Stop making out with Mommy!” Danny groaned.

“Hey! We’re not making out!” Kennedy replied, she was literally only sitting on his lap.

“You were a second ago.” Jude replied with a raised brow.

“Oh my god, that was a Kennedy facial expression.” Elvis whispered in Kennedy’s ear.

“Oh god, I’m passing down my horrible sass to my kids.” Kennedy whispered back.

“It’s a good thing!” Elvis laughed.

“How?” Kennedy asked.

“No one will ever walk all over our kids.” Elvis replied and kissed Kennedy��s cheek. Kennedy smiled for a second before she gasped when Elvis stood up, she slid down his lap. He then picked her up as she shrieked.

“Elvis don’t!” Kennedy giggled and tightly wrapped her arms around Elvis’ neck.

“Throw her in the pool!” The kids chanted.

Elvis then tossed Kennedy into the pool before they all jumped in together.

“You are so dead Presley.” Kennedy said after she emerged from the water.

Elvis laughed and both of them turned to the kids making sure all three had their heads out of the water.

Elvis gasped watching Kennedy get out of the pool “You’re leaving? What the heck doll.”

“I’m just getting Gracie, relax.” Kennedy chuckled.

“No! Then dad won't let us splash in the pool.” Danny pouted.

“Hey! Your sister is joining us.” Elvis said and splashed Danny making Danny grin mischievously and splash Elvis back.

Kennedy handed Grace to Elvis and he held her, the older kids had learned how to swim by her age and they were getting ready to put her in private swimming classes as well.

The kids started to play a game together while Kennedy swam back in. Grace was kicking and splashing the water while giggling, still in Elvis’ arms.

Kennedy smiled softly, never pictured her life would be this perfect.

“Why are you smiling like that baby?”Elvis asked, matching her soft smile.

“I just love you.” Kennedy replied.

Elvis’ smile widened “I love you more baby. Now come here and give me a kiss.”

Kennedy chuckled and swam over to where he was standing and kissed him.

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ali-r3n · 2 years

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Desperate

Billy Hargrove x Female!Reader

Y/N feels a bit neglected with her husband busy with work. Desperate, she takes matters into her own hands

My best attempt at smut {Minors DNI}

Her mouth fell open as she panted. Her nightgown slipped down one shoulder as she clenched the sheets in her free hand. The other played between her legs. Her hips thrusted up into the movements of her fingers. She threw her head back against the pillow as her thighs squeezed shut.

She was so close, so close, so...

Y/N stopped when she heard the door downstairs close and heavy footsteps on the wood floor. She removed her hand and sat up. Her chest heaved as she caught her breath.

"Babe! I'm home!" Billy called.

She fixed her nightgown and climbed out of bed to walk downstairs. She gave him a small smile.

"Hi Honey," she greeted. "How was you're day?"

He gave her a once over and knew. Billy Hargrove was very aware of how his wife looked before, during, and after sex. He gave her a smirk that made her stomach fluttered.

She swallowed and played with the hem of her silk gown as he stepped closer to her.

"Not as good as yours, it seem," he stated. He grabbed her hips and pulled her against his chest. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip, she clenched her thighs. "You've been playing without me?"

She avoided his eyes. "I-I'm sorry, Billy."

He shook his head. "No, you've got nothing to be sorry for."

Her brow furrowed in confusion as he backed her up.

In the past when she touched herself without him, he would edge her for hours as punishment. He had something planned, he always did and Y/N would be lying if she said it didn't make her wet.

"I should be. I've been so busy, I've been neglecting my wife. Can you forgive me, Mrs. Hargrove?"

She nodded.

He pinched her chin. "Use your words, Baby."

"Yes, Billy. I forgive you," she whispered.

He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. "Now, let me make it up to you."

Y/N gasped when he pushed her down to sit on one of the steps. He lifted up her nightgown to her hips as he kneeled in front of her.

Without warning he dived between her legs and latched onto her clit. She grabbed the railing and tossed her head back with a moan.

"Billy," she whimpered. She cupped the back of his head, her fingers tangled in his blonde hair as her hips thrusted.

He looked up at her, his pupils dilated with arousal. He moved his tongue in a way that made her shriek.

Y/N grabbed the collar of his shirt and tugged at it. He raised an eyebrow up at her, silently asking demanding what she wanted.

"B-Billy, please. I want to kiss you."

He pulled away, his lips and chin wet with her. She kissed him with hunger, the taste of herself on him fueled her desire.

"Damn, I'm a lucky man to have such a sweet wife," he groaned into the kiss.

She felt like she was going to lose her mind if she didn't have her husband inside her right this second.

"I want you," she whined and reached down to yank at his belt.

"You have me." He helped her undo his jeans and shoved them down. He grabbed her hips and pulled her into his lap.

She held his shoulders as he slid into her.

Billy cursed and dug his fingers into her skin as she moaned.

Y/N's nightgown slipped off her shoulder as she began to ride him, guided by his hands.

He bit his bottom lip and thrusted up with a grunt. She let out a loud cry which made him grin.

"You like that?"

"Yes, Fuck! Billy, do that again!"

"As you wish, Babe."

He met her hips as she came down again, and again, and again.

Sweat beaded on her skin and strands of her hair stuck to her. Her thighs burned, but the pleasure was too good for her to stop and rest.

The band inside her snapped with one deep thrust of her husband. She tossed her head back with a moan as she clenched around him which finished him off.

Y/N fell limp against his chest as they caught their breaths. He held her to him with a grin.

"You alright down there, Babe?" he asked.

She nodded.

"How about we get cleaned up and order a pizza?"

"That sounds nice."

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tinyhousegirl · 2 years

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Bumps & Bruises - N.T. x B.B.

TW: pregnancy, mentions of nudity, whump. Minors DNI.

Word Count: 1936

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It had started as a regular day at the office. Dogfighting lessons, flight simulators, and training exams filled their time nowadays. It was nothing the two Top Gun pilots couldn’t handle with their years of experience. Then one of their teams had to eject on a training mission over the desert and their day turned into a nightmare. Rooster spent most of the evening in the waiting room for news on their pilot while Phoenix took on the paperwork. It had cast a dark shadow over the base all night, taking the air away from everyone who heard or saw the crash happen. It was one of the only times anybody had ever seen Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace cry her eyes out on base outside of her husband.

The Bradshaws finally stumbled home way past dark, takeout in hand, too exhausted to even look at their kitchen. Bradley and Natasha ate on the couch quietly, legs tangled together, neither changing out of their uniforms. A rerun of Wheel of Fortune drowned out their pacing minds. The couple was too tired to come up with conversation.

As the show wrapped up, Nat slowly leaned over, pressing her shoulder in under his chin. They sat still for a moment before she shifted awkwardly to lean up to his ear. “Come join me for a bath? My back is on fire.”

Bradley smiled into the fabric of her shirt, planting a kiss on her shoulder. “Yeah. I’ll clean up down here then go start it.”

“I can run my own bath, Roos. I’m pregnant, not useless.”

He let out a small chuckle. “No, you were pregnant three months ago. Now you’re super pregnant.” His hand poked against the bottom of her uniform, the protruding mass in her midsection stretching the tan fabric tight. She rolled her eyes, hands rubbing down either side of her stomach. “You’re 37 weeks, ‘Nix, will you please let me run your bath for you?”

She leaned up to his lips for a quick kiss and answered with a curt, “no.” And then she was up off the couch with impressive speed given her circumstances. She peered back at him with a smirk. “Hurry up and join me, will ya?”

He shook his head in disbelief at her waddling towards their bedroom. She was the most stubborn-headed person he knew. But god, did he love her for it. She carried pregnancy with ease and continually showed him how strong and graceful a woman could be. She was his hero.

He finally got off the couch when he heard the water start running. If his wife could get off the couch and be productive at 9 months pregnant, the least he could do was keep their house clean. Their Chinese takeout boxes were tossed haphazardly on the coffee table, all but empty of a few used napkins. He wandered to the kitchen with the remnants, deciding to clear off a few more items on his way to the trash.

As he shut the lid, he heard a loud thud above him, accompanied by a high pitched shriek that sent the worst chill down his spine. Rooster didn’t pause as he took off for the stairs up to their bedroom.

“Nat?” He slid around the corner into the en suite. His stomach dropped as he laid eyes on his naked wife sprawled out on the tile floor, water splattered around her. She had a hand tight around her midsection. Bradley fell to his knees in front of her. “Shit, you okay?”

She nodded her head shakily, shuffling slowly. He took her arm to steady her, grabbing a towel with the other to drape over her shoulders as she climbed to her knees. He moved closer to bundle the towel over her chest, hands moving over her body to make sure she was safe.

“I’m okay. I just slipped.” She let out a tiny whimper as his hand then found her side. He instantly jumped back at her pained expression. His heart was pounding in his chest.

“Are you hurt? Jesus, Nat. This is why I tell you to take it easy.” He began inspecting her waist under the towel, finding the cause of her pain in her bright red skin on the hip. He could see it bruising already. “Fuck, did you land on your side or stomach?” When she didn’t answer quickly enough, he raised his voice. “Natasha, how did you fall!?”

She flinched at his tone, but that seemed to wake her up. “No, no, my side. I fell on my side. I forgot my phone, I wasn’t that wet. I don’t know what happened.” She stuttered out, eyes closed as she tried to catch her breath.

“Were you holding on to the tub when you got out?”

“No, I just stepped out.”

Rooster’s head rolled back with an exasperated groan. “Dammit, ‘Nix, what did I tell you about holding on when you get out?”

She scoffed at him. “I don’t need you to boss me around. I’m a grown woman, not a baby.”

He tossed his arms up slightly. “You’re fucking carrying a baby! I’ve been telling you to take it easy for weeks! You’re not as limber as you were nine months ago!”

“You think I don’t fucking know that? I don’t need you to tell me to be careful with my body, I know what I can handle! You don’t get to yell at me for being me!” Phoenix snapped back, heat crawling up her neck, drowning out the pain in her hips.

“Obviously you’re not as careful as you should be or you wouldn’t fall.” He countered.

“Oh, fuck off Rooster. Fuck you.” She jabbed a finger into his chest. “You try carrying a fucking watermelon around for nine months. You try feeling your organs pressed into your ribs as everything in your body rearranges. You get grounded for nine months, if not more. Have everyone make comments about your eating or exercising or your body or the goddamn gender of the baby, like that’s something I can control! So don’t you dare yell at me for wanting to do what I want in my own home!” She was fired up now, her hands smacking his chest with every point as she took the stress of her pregnancy out on him.

As soon as she finished, Bradley rebutted in her face, too. “I have every goddamn right to yell at you when you’re carrying my child. Our child, Phoenix!” His rage fell short as soon as he felt a thump against his hand. His eyes fell on the exposed bump he had subconsciously held onto when she got in his face. He could see their baby pressing his feet against her skin, squishing up into his hand across the top of the belly. God, he could never get used to that feeling. The adrenaline of anger was quickly flushed out by the elated feeling of that baby’s feet kicking, like he could hear his parents arguing and was telling them to stop.

Natasha’s fiery gaze followed her husband's, feeling the baby move around within her that would never fail to make her heart flutter. She looked back up at Bradley, whose eyes were filled with tears.

She had to do a double take. “Bradley, are you crying?”

“What if something happened to you, to the baby, and I’m not here?” He whispered.

Her heart broke a little. “Oh, oh, Bradley.” She grabbed his cheek as the first tear fell. “Roos, no. Don’t think like that.”

He melted into her touch as the tears just came pouring out, the dread in the pit of his stomach coming out in full force. “Nat, I-I don’t know what I would do if-”

“Stop.” She cut him off. “Don’t do that to yourself. It’s a rabbit hole of hell. Look at me.” His brown, teary eyes met hers. “I promise I’m okay, baby is okay. I’ll be more careful. I’m sorry if I scared you.”

She leaned up slowly, putting her arms around his neck to bring him in. Now he was the one shaking. “I-I just want to protect you both. I don’t think I could handle another loss.”

She kissed his forehead. His debilitating fear of loss was always prevalent, but this was one of the few times it reared its ugly head since her pregnancy began. Must’ve been their scary day at work. Nothing like watching one of your pilots nosedive out of the sky to awaken the deepest fears in a person. “Roos, I know you’re scared. I know you wish you could do more but I swear, you are the sweetest, most caring husband and I have no doubts you’ll be an even better dad. We do this together, remember?”

He nodded, locking eyes with her gorgeous brown eyes, grounding himself back to her. She was home. She loved him without fault and he was so lucky she chose him.

“Will you take maternity leave now, please?”

“Yes, I don’t need any more work after today. I’ll take it easier now.” She planted another kiss on his cheek. “Alright, now help me up. I’m sore.” He gladly obliged, balancing her small frame with a hand on her side as she slowly stood up off the tile floor.

With the bath all but abandoned, he began to undress from his uniform while she disappeared into his closet briefly. With one of his shirts in hand, Natasha drank in the sight of her husband stripping to just his underwear in front of her. If she wasn’t already pregnant, she’d pin him against their vanity until he put a baby in her. She was so damn in love with him; the hormones weren’t helping her lust. Her husband’s protective nature was one of the many reasons she fell in love with him almost a decade ago, and she continued to love him for it. Even as independent as she could be, she felt safe knowing she could fall back on him. His life had been full of heartbreak and loss, she would do all she could to keep him from that life for their future. Her hand subconsciously found its way to her bare stomach and she smiled.

Bradley’s chest filled with warmth as she put his shirt on; her bump had been big enough for months to press against the edge of his shirts but with a few weeks left it looked like she would explode if she was any bigger. It made his heart swell to see his world grow with and within her. She was his light, his life, the fiercest woman in the world. His Phoenix rising from the ashes to pull him from a broken childhood. The most stubborn and protective pilot, and independent to a fault. And god, he hoped their baby was just like his mother.

He threw on a pair of basketball shorts and pulled the drain on the bath before she snagged his hand to pull him to bed. Her favorite thing was using him as a body pillow, and tonight was no different. Even as her midsection grew, she would snake one arm under his pillow, the other resting with her bump on top of his abdomen so they both could watch the baby inside. He would happily rub circles against her skin, smiling every time he felt a kick. She would nestle into his neck and fall asleep slowly.

They were only a few weeks out until their entire world changed. But they were Top Gun pilots, how hard could raising a baby together be?

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harleybeaumont · 2 years

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The Royal Tea Party

A Father’s Day writing prompt One-Shot

Book - TRR AU (from my fic- Love Me The Way I Am)

Pairings - Maxwell x MC (Harley)

Synopsis - Maxwell and Harley’s 4 year old daughter is invited to Princess Eleanor’s royal tea party. When Harley gets sick and is unable to attend, Maxwell is left alone to deal with the antics of his 4 year old mini-me at the party.

A/N - This is for the Father’s Day writing prompt posted by @txemrn. I’m setting this in the fic I wrote called Love Me The Way I Am, but waaaay in the future because they currently do not have any children in that story. (If you don’t know my fic, Harley is based off of Riley, and in this AU, Drake and Liam end up together.) This is my first time ever doing a writing prompt, and I’ve never written Max as a dad before so I hope this turned out ok!

Word count - 4,100 (sorry it kinda got away from me!)

Warnings - language, implied sex

The Royal Tea Party

Maxwell checked the post one Saturday evening in Ramsford, noting a baby-pink envelope with gold script, addressed to the littlest Beaumont in the house. He smiled as he made his way up the stairs into his daughter’s room.

Maxwell bowed dramatically as he stood in the doorway. “Rory- I mean Lady Aurora Beaumont, a letter has just arrived for you.”

Aurora giggled, her blue eyes sparkling and her dark brown curls bouncing as she hopped up and made her way over to him. “Daddy, you’re so silly.”

Maxwell winked. “Silly? Me?! Tell me, would a silly person do this?!” Maxwell spun around and moonwalked across the floor before dropping into a handstand. Aurora attempted to copy him, but during the handstand, flopped onto her back. The two of them lay on the floor together snickering, and Aurora reached over and snatched the letter from her father, tearing it completely in half in the process.

“Oops.. I ripped it a little.”

“Er, that’s fine. We can tape it.” Max helped her stand and read it aloud. “Lady Aurora Beaumont, please do us the honor of attending Princess Eleanor Rys’ first tea party this Saturday, at noon. This will be a live televised event..” Max quirked an eyebrow, re-reading the letter. “Why would they put a kids tea party on TV?”

“Yesss! I love tea parties!” Aurora danced around the room excitedly. “..and TV!”

“First tea party? Is that really a thing?” Harley entered the room, looking over Maxwell’s shoulder at the letter.

Max shrugged. “I guess for a princess? Liam didn’t have any of this shit when we were kids, so I have no-”

“Ohhhh daddddyyyyy”! Aurora gasped. “You said a swear!”

“He did, didn’t he?!” Harley gasped theatrically, throwing her hand over her mouth. “You know what that means, right Rory?”

Aurora nodded, her tight curls bouncing along with her movements as a mischievous smile lit her face. “Tickles!” She ran forward and leapt onto Maxwell, trying to tickle him as he fell to the floor dramatically.

Maxwell grabbed her as she shrieked and squealed with laughter, before finally escaping and tickling him some more. “I give up! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Maxwell laughed and winked at his wife. “Thanks a lot mommy.” He rolled his eyes teasingly. “Siccing the tickle monster on me.”

“Hey, that’s what you get for cursing!” Harley winked back at him. “Now, it is time for Miss Rory to get herself into bed! We have an early morning tomorrow, remember?”

“Right! Dance class!!” Aurora agreed and ran into the bathroom to brush her teeth. Saturday evenings were one of the rare times their 4 year old went to bed without protest. That was only because she had jazz and tap lessons the next morning. She had definitely inherited her father’s love of dancing and was already at the top of her class.

Once Maxwell and Harley had tucked their daughter into bed and kissed her goodnight, they made their way into the kitchen for a late night snack. Harley was coughing as she made her and Max some hot tea.

“You ok, babe?” Max rubbed her back in concern.

She coughed again and shook her head. “Fine.. I’m sure I’m fine. Probably just allergies. You know all that damn pollen from the Dogwood trees gets my allergies going every year.”

“I told you I could get out there and Paul Bunyan those trees down! I’ll even wear a flannel shirt, all sexy and unbuttoned to complete the lumberjack look!”

Harley burst out laughing. “First of all.. No way, they’re too pretty! Second, Rory loves them. And third, I love you, but there is no way in hell I want you out there swinging an ax around! I’ll just suffer.”

“Those.. Are actually all good points. But I don’t want you to have to suffer!”

“Eh.” She waved him off with a smile. “It doesn’t last long. Just a couple more weeks until the pollen subsides. Besides, I just took some allergy meds so I’m sure I’ll be better by morning.” She coughed again, and tried to ignore the chills running all through her body. “So, a fancy royal tea party for kids, huh?”

“I guess so.”

“I can’t even imagine Drake willingly agreed to have this televised.” Harley laughed as she added several spoonfuls of sugar to her cup.

“Oh, no way in hell.” Max chuckled as he took his cup of tea. “I texted Liam a few minutes ago and he said it was their press secretary's idea. They’re trying to give people a glimpse into the life of the royal heir.. And all the other noble kids too, I guess.”

Harley sat next to Max and leaned against him as they drank their tea together. “Why did I even get tea? I wanted ice cream.”

Max laughed and carried her cup to the sink, while Harley protested. He grabbed her favorite, Rocky Road, and made her a big bowl, complete with m&ms.

“God, I love you.” Harley smiled at him when he sat back down with her bowl. “How did I get so lucky?”

Max leaned down and gave her a soft kiss. “I am definitely the lucky one.”

Their kiss quickly turned heated, and Harley grabbed his hand and the bowl of ice cream as they headed upstairs to their bedroom. Max chuckled once they got inside and closed the door. “Did we need to bring the ice cream?”

Harley bit her bottom lip as her eyes raked over him. “Definitely.” She dabbed a little on her neck and Maxwell’s eyes widened as he finally understood where this was going.

“Oh, hell yes.”

Next Saturday, which was the day of the tea party, Harley lay in bed with the flu. She insisted on Maxwell and Aurora staying away so they didn’t get sick. She even forced Maxwell to sleep in another room, which he hated. They hadn’t spent more than a night apart since they got married, and he wanted to be there to take care of his wife. He knew she was right in keeping him away, but he still hated not being able to cuddle with her.

Harley cracked open her bedroom door wearing one of Maxwell's t-shirts, hair tied back in a messy bun, and a tissue stuffed up one nostril. “Max! Don’t forget to put on that dress we had made for her.”

Maxwell chuckled as he walked down the hallway toward his daughter's room. “Ok, but I don’t think it’ll fit me!”

“Good God, your dad joke game has reached its peak..” Harley tried to laugh but it came out as a hacking cough.

Maxwell ran over to her, worriedly. “Do you need anything? More cough med-”

“Stay away!” She held her arms out, keeping him at a distance, as he tried to make his way towards their bedroom. “Somehow you haven’t gotten this yet, and you guys can’t get sick! Not on the day of the freaking royal tea party! The last thing we need is Rory and you hacking all over the princess on national television.”

“Oh ya, I forgot this was going to be live! No wonder Bertrand has Bartie dressed up like a freaking chauffeur.. little hat and all!” Maxwell chuckled, but sobered as Bertrand made his way down the hall, dressed to the nines. “Damn, looking good bro!” Max clapped him on the back and Bertrand frowned, dusting off his shoulder.

“Yes, well it is imperative that the Beaumonts are well represented today. This event will be shown to the nation, nay the world. Everyone will be watching the little princess and all the other noble children closely to look for any slip-ups. Anything to show weakness in the houses.”

“Jeez Bert, they're still just kids. Surely people understand that.” Harley said as she peeked out of the doorway into the hall. She sneezed and Bertrand hopped backwards, frantically trying to get away from her. “Don’t worry, I’m going back to bed. I just wanted to say bye to you guys before you left. Oh, and tell Drake and Liam I’m sorry I couldn’t come.”

Aurora and Max blew kisses to Harley before setting off to the capital for the tea party. Aurora insisted on wearing her Sleeping Beauty costume in the car on the way there, but promised she would change into her tea party dress once they got to the palace. Once they arrived, they headed to the bathroom to get changed.

“I can do it myself!” Aurora insisted, as she carried the dress and a little purse she brought into the bathroom and closed the door.

“Uhh, you sure baby?” Max knew she wanted to do everything herself, but this was the freaking royal tea party. He didn’t want her to accidentally get it dirty or rip it.

“Yeeeessss.”

After a few minutes Maxwell knocked. “Rory? You need some help with the zipper or anything?”

“Done, daddy!” Aurora called out from the bathroom.

Maxwell had to stifle a gasp as he entered the room. His sweet, angelic daughter was standing on the toilet wearing her perfect chiffon and lace dress. Only, something was wrong.

“Daddy, do you like it? I did it myself! I look so beautiful!” Aurora beamed as she spun around revealing glittery splatters of paint that covered the otherwise pristine purple tea party dress. “I put my faaaavorite colors.. Pink, green, and black! I bet Ellie is gonna love it!”

Maxwell was torn. Part of him was so proud of his daughter for doing something that she was proud of. And she looked so damn happy. What would Harley do? Shit.. this never would have happened if Harley was here. His mind raced frantically, not wanting to hurt his daughter’s feelings, but also knowing that there was no way she could wear that to the party.

“Oh my god.. It’s amazing!” He smiled at his daughter. “I think we should actually save it until after the party. It just looks.. way too good. If you show up wearing this beautiful dress, everyone will get jealous!”

Aurora frowned at the dress for a moment and smiled. “That’s ok. I can wear my Sleeping Beauty dress to the party and change into this after.”

“Great idea!” Max said, thankful that she wasn’t throwing a fit about it. He helped her out of the messy dress and started trying to wash off the paint that was covering her arms and legs.

Betrand knocked insistently at the door. “Are you two done? The party is starting in five minutes! They’re about to start announcing everyone!”

“Shit!” Maxwell said as he continued to try and scrub the paint from her body. “The label says washable paint! How is this washable?!”

Aurora gasped. “Daddy you said a swear again!”

“Ah, you’re right.. Let’s do tickle monster after the party though. We need to hurry and-”

Aurora laughed and launched herself toward her father, tickling his sides and smearing fresh hot-pink paint on his white button up shirt. Don’t freak out.. Don't freak out.. Maxwell told himself as his sweet little daughter laughed and tickled him, not realizing that they were both going to be attending a televised royal event looking like a finger painting.

Maxwell took a deep breath. We can fix this.. “Okaaay, well Daddy is going to try and clean his shirt, while you change into your princess dress and then we can head out so Uncle Bert will..” Maxwell raised his voice so it could be heard outside of the door. “..shut up and stop knocking!”

“Ok!” Aurora giggled as she changed into her princess dress.

Maxwell vigorously rubbed a damp paper towel on his shirt, but of course it was just spreading the paint. Maybe if he pulled his jacket together tightly it wouldn't show. He looked over and Aurora had her dress on and was already headed out the door. He tossed the paper towel in the trash and followed after her.

“We’re gonna have to zoom, ok Rory?” Max took her hand and they walked as fast as they could down the long hallway toward the entrance to the garden. Thankfully they made it in time before the herald announced the Beaumonts. Maxwell and Aurora took their place in line behind Bertrand, Savannah, and Bartie, just as they were announced. Max looked out into the gardens and there were people everywhere. Camera crews and reporters were standing to the side, ready to get a glimpse of all the nobles and their children. Maxwell cringed as he realized his daughter was dressed up as a Disney princess to attend an actual princesses tea party. If that wasn’t a faux pas he didn’t know what was. Oh well.. Harley is right. They're just kids. And since when did he care so much about what people thought? Being an adult sucked sometimes.

Max and Aurora were at the front of the line now about to be announced and he looked down at his daughter, this time unable to stop the gasp from slipping out. She smiled up at him with hot pink sparkly paint all over her mouth and cheeks. She had black paint on her eyebrows, making her look like a muppet, and in any other situation Maxwell would have laughed his ass off.

“I did my makeup just like mommy!” She grinned up at him.

“That’s.. beautiful darling.” Max held in his laughter and looked around to see how they could slip out of the line and wash this off. When did she even have time to do this?!

“Lord Maxwell Beaumont and Lady Aurora Beaumont of Ramsford.” The herald announced, giving Aurora a strange glance.

Oh God. Max took a deep breath. Too late to back out now.. Might as well just own it. He threw off his jacket and rocked his paint streaked shirt as he and his daughter walked across the lawn in front of dozens of nobles and camera crews. Aurora had no idea how much of a spectacle the two of them were, and he wanted to keep it that way. Even though she was a noble, she was still just a 4 year old and she was having the time of her life, strutting around in her princess dress with her “makeup.” Max held his head high, ignoring the astonished and bemused looks from everyone they passed. Once they made it over to the royal family, Maxwell bowed and Aurora curtsied.

Drake had a hand over his mouth, trying not to laugh, but Liam reached his hand out and crouched down in front of Aurora. “You look lovely today Lady Aurora. Did you do this makeup all by yourself?”

“Yes, Your Majesty.” She said sweetly. “And I wore my special princess dress!” She twirled around several times before stumbling and falling over in the grass.

Liam gave Max a discreet wink and smiled. Princess Elenor and Aurora had played together since they were babies, and Liam and Drake knew she was a bit of a wild child. “Well it is lovely. And did you decorate your father’s shirt as well?”

“Well.. that was kinda an accident. I was doing tickle monster because daddy said ‘shit’ and I got some paint on him. But I think his shirt looks better that way.”

Maxwell's eyes widened. The press surely heard that. He glanced over to Bertrand whose face was bright red with either anger or shame.. Probably both.

Liam chuckled. “Well, I think you’re right. It looks much better that way. We saved a seat for you right here next to Ellie.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty!” Aurora giggled and attempted to moon walk over to the seat next to the crown princess.

Maxwell took his place at a table with Bertrand and Savannah watching the girls giggle together, and he couldn’t help the laugh that burst out of him. His daughter was wearing a stained, well-worn costume dress with paint smeared all over her arms, mouth, cheeks, and eyebrows, her untamable curls framing her chubby baby cheeks. Seated next to her, was the crown princess of the nation who was wearing a pristine, floral dress and a tiny tiara on her head with her perfectly straight hair pulled back. She even had on white gloves and tiny high heeled shoes. The two girls were a hilarious contrast, but his heart was so full of love as he watched his daughter smile and laugh with her friend. His little girl was so beautiful and he loved her and her mother more than anything in the world.

Once the other noble children had taken their place at the kids table and the adults were seated, the tea party officially started. Bertrand had thoroughly gone over the proper etiquette with Aurora and Bartie in the days prior, and it looked like it was paying off. Max kept sneaking glances over to his daughter and it seemed as if everything was going well. She sipped her tea, looking (almost) every bit the little lady.

Bertrand still looked like he had a stick up his ass and even though they were seated next to one another, Maxwell didn’t dare speak to him. Once the tea party was over, Princess Eleanor stood up thanking everyone for coming, and the children and adults politely clapped. She was amazingly eloquent for a 5 year old. But then again, she was just like Liam- jet black hair, dimples, and all. Savannah had been the egg donor when Drake and Liam decided to have a child, so Ellie inherited the Walker smile.. and a little bit of the snarkiness. Although she knew to hide it well in public, unlike her dad.

Liam stood and thanked the press for coming and the King's Guard began gently escorting them toward the exit. Suddenly, a tiny voice rang out. “That’s shit!”

Everyone froze.. Everyone except the press. The cameras were already out, focused on the littlest Beaumont standing on her chair with a scowl as she pointed to a boy seated across from her. Aurora leaned further over the table and the boy looked terrified.

Maxwell quickly made his way over to his daughter. “What’s wrong Rory?” He said quietly, trying to get her to sit back down and stop making even more of a scene.

“This boy. Is. A. Doodoo head!” She yelled at the top of her lungs and the boy leaned back in his chair, clearly taken aback.

“Ok..” Max chuckled nervously as the press moved in closer with delighted smiles. “Let’s just sit down and talk about why he’s a doodoo head. No more yelling.”

“But..” Aurora looked at her father frantically and back toward the boy's smug face. “But he said some mean things!”

Max gulped and looked around with a nervous smile. “Come on, why don’t we just sit back down and have some of these cookies or cake or something?”

Aurora’s tiny face was turning red. Max had never seen her so angry at someone, so he crouched down next to her. “Hey.” He spoke quietly. “You’ve done so good today and I’m really proud of you. You wanna go home?”

Aurora glanced back at the boy and nodded. “Yes.”

Max patted her shoulder. “Why don’t you say goodbye to Princess Ellie and your friends and we’ll go back inside away from all these people. Then we can talk.”

Max made his way back over to Bertrand and Savannah to let them know they were beyond done and heading back inside. Just as he was returning to his daughter, he heard a group of people gasp and start chattering loudly. Oh shit.

Max hurried over and Aurora had icing covering her tiny hand as she glared at the boy across from her.. Who incidentally had cake smashed all over his face. “Oh my god.” Max gaped at them, frozen in place. “Rory.. why?”

In his peripheral vision he saw a man and woman hurry over to the boy. Oh great.. This was Penelope and Neville’s kid. Aurora calling their kid a doodoo head was probably extremely accurate. Considering who his father was, doodoo heads must run in the family. “What has she done to our baby?!” Penelope wailed before taking out a poodle embroidered handkerchief and wiping the boy’s face.

“I’ve never been so insulted! What sort of things are they teaching in House Beaumont?” Neville raised his voice, clearly putting on a show and trying to make sure the cameras would catch every word.

Maxwell rolled his eyes at him, and crouched down to speak to his daughter. “Rory.. you know that was wrong. Why did you do that?”

Aurora was on the verge of tears. She climbed up on her chair and pointed to the boy again. “He said that just because I didn’t come from my mommy's tummy, that I don’t have a real mommy!”

Max felt those words like a punch to the gut. He and Harley had always been up front with their daughter about how she was carried in someone else’s tummy because mommy’s body couldn’t do it. And they had always told her that there was nothing wrong with it. Now this kid was making her think there was something wrong with her, and Maxwell was not about to stand for it.

Max glared at Penelope and Neville. “Seriously? I wonder where he got that idea!”

Neville stammered. “I- I wouldn’t know.. I mean-”

“You were the one who said it father!” The boy interrupted and Neville gulped. “Just like you said Princess Eleanor was a test tube baby.”

“Yes, well..” Neville cleared his throat and stood tall. “Well it is true, isn’t it? I was only stating the facts. I mean, neither of them were conceived naturally.”

Maxwell glanced over to Liam and Drake who were watching the scene in horror, clearly about to jump in. Max swallowed all the anger that was inside him before turning his gaze back to his daughter. “Rory. There are some grown-ups in this world who are just mean. They say hurtful things that aren't true. But deep down, they are pathetic and miserable, and they like to say things that make people feel the same way.”

“Why?” Her innocent, shining, blue eyes looked up at him on the verge of tears.

“I don’t know.” Max glanced over to Neville who was sneering at him. “But I think you had the right idea.”

Maxwell grabbed a fistful of cake and smashed it into Neville's face, hard. Too hard, if he was being honest, but also not as hard as he really wanted to. There were gasps and a few cheers, and Maxwell took his daughter's messy hand in his as they walked out of the garden and back inside the palace together.

Once the two of them had cleaned up, Maxwell decided he and his daughter would go home in a different car than the rest of the Beaumonts. He wasn’t sure how Bertrand was going to react, but neither of them needed a lecture. Once they settled in the backseat of the car, Maxwell pulled out his phone. “Soooo, should we call mommy? Tell her we’re headed home?”

Aurora nodded and he put the phone on speaker as he phoned his wife.

Harley’s raspy, sick voice answered. “Hello?”

“Hi mommy!”

Harley chuckled. “Well if it isn’t my two little hell-raisers!”

“Uh, yaaaa..” Max said hesitantly. He wasn’t sure how Harley was going to react or how much she had seen.

“So, I saw the most interesting thing on live television today..”

“Look, I’m so sorry about that-” Max started, but his wife cut him off.

“I saw the most handsome prince escorting the most beautiful Disney princess to a tea party with Princess Ellie!” Harley said excitedly.

“That was me and daddy, mommy!!”

Harley gasped, “No way! And who did your makeup?”

“I did!” Aurora giggled. “But Daddy washed it off after the party.”

Maxwell felt his heart warm. She wasn’t mad. Of course she wasn’t. Harley was the best person ever. The best wife. The best mom.

“And I saw that you and daddy ate lots of cake, right?” Harley said teasingly.

“Well..” Aurora glanced up at her father and tried to wink. “Ya we did! We definitely didn’t smush it into anyone's face!”

“Well it sounds like you guys had lots of fun!” Harley chuckled. “And don’t forget tomorrow is Father’s Day, and we have a big surprise planned for daddy!”

“Right!” Aurora giggled, covering her mouth. “And it doesn’t have anything to do with peacocks, daddy!”

“Rory!” Harley laughed, “Shush!”

“What?” Aurora tried to whisper into the phone. “I said it didn’t have to do with peacocks! He won't know!”

Max smiled brightly as he watched his daughter talk to her mother excitedly. He loved his girls more than anything in the world.

#trr fanfic #the royal romance #maxwell beaumont #maxwell x mc #fathers day

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blackknight-100 · 2 years

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I goddamn love the way you write TT all your works are so beautiful I'd cry TT Especially that Lakshmana Kumara one. I've lost count of how many times I re-read it. And even after my 20+ time reading it, that drabble still gets me. Ugghh I'm in feels! Also, I was wondering if you still take prompts. I'd love to see some Ash-Dury-Karna bromance and them being absolutely dumb for no given reason. And imagine if their wives were stuck with their shenanigans. Hope you have a nice day tho ~

Thank you, thank you for your kind words! I'm sorry this took me so long, but I was a little busy. I hope you like it. Have a good day/night :D

P.S.: I'm not very good at writing happy things, so sorry if this is not what you expected. Once again thanks for reading :)

Bhanu was still flexing her fingers when they heard the crash. Vrishali lifted her eyes from where she was painting her nails and raised an eyebrow. Bhanu sighed, blew on her nails to dry the paint, and trotted outside.

A slightly alarmed, but mostly amused guard directed them towards the stables, mumbling, “His Highness, the Crown Prince is there with his friends.” He opened his mouth to add something else, but neither of the girls were listening. For the umpteenth time, Bhanu wondered why, of all Princesses of Aryavarta, it was her Suyo had to kidnap.

Karna was sitting on the ground, giggling. He brightened up when he noticed Vrishali, brushed his fringe away with muddy fingers and tried to stand up. Vrishali heaved a theatrical sigh. Bhanu stared as Karna meticulously lifted himself up, brought a foot underneath himself, stood up and immediately tripped. She could not not wince as he face-planted, but Karna sat up with a dopey grin, hilariously unfazed, and made wiggly fingers in the air.

“Ugh,” Vrishali grumbled, but went to him anyway. Karna gave her a blinding smile and slurred, “Vaish ish preg-eeee.”

“Huh?” Vrishali tried to grab the parchment he was waving around. Karna whined, “Letaah to meee.”

Ignoring him, Vrishali unfolded the letter, raised an eyebrow and turned to Bhanu will a joyous smile, “My sister is pregnant.”

“That is so wonderful!”

Bhanu rubbed her forehead. Vrishali merely rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, and it would have been better if this fool did not try to celebrate it by drinking this early in the morning,” Vrishali groused. Karna rested his head on his wife’s shoulder and snuggled close. She shook him, “Radheya, no don’t sleep, where are Suyo and Ashu?”

Poor Karna, probably the world’s happiest drunk, mumbled, “I dunno.”

He did not need to tell them. A loud whinny came from somewhere east. Moments later, Duryodhan, half hanging from a furious horse, rode in, cursing like Kalki come to earth. Ashwatthama followed, zigzagging across at a more sedate pace.

“Su-yooooooo,” Karna giggled. The angry stallion jerked, threw Duryodhan off and snorting majestically, trotted off. Duryodhan sat there, looking dazed. Ashwatthama plodded right up to him, then tripped on him, and they fell together in a tangle of limbs. “Oof,” Duryodhan said.

“Oof,” Karna echoed. Then he stood up, trotted up to the heap of drunken morons, and dropped himself on them. “Oof,” Karna said again.

Vrishali groaned. Bhanu sighed.

+1.

“I did not,” Duryodhan shrieked in his totally masculine way.

“You did, Suyo,” Vrishali told him levelly, but with a smile. Bhanu wished she had her superpower of dealing patiently with idiots.

“I can hold my liquor, Bhabhi, I’m a man and the Crown Prince of Aryavart!”

“No you can’t,” Ashwatthama snorted, “none of us can.”

“Besides, your post has no relation to liquor consumption,” Bhanu added unhelpfully.

“No I can! Karna, tell them!”

Poor Karna blushed redder (his complexion wasn’t helping) and mumbled, “I think we did all that.”

Duryodhan gave him and look of utter betrayal and jumped on him yelling, “Traitor! Traitor!”

Ashwatthama looked on for a moment, then shrugged and leapt in.

“Whose side are you on?” Karna demanded, while simultaneously fending off two very capable hands hell-bent on tickling him. Ashwatthama didn’t even bother to answer. Bhanu was pretty sure he had no idea himself.

Vrishali leant over and fetched their nail paints. “Mine got smudged, and I’ve got to look good at my sister’s baby-shower,” she said simply, noticing Bhanu’s raised eyebrow.

“That’s ages away.”

Vrishali shrugged and frowned, inspecting her nails.

“Mine got smudged too,” she told her.

“Then come, we will fix it together.”

#hindu mythology #mahabharat #mahabharata #duryodhana #karna #ask #answered #ask box #bhanumati #vrishali #vrishali has a sister #her name is vaishali #karn #duryodhan #boo writes #fanfic #3+1

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huffle-dork · 1 year

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A SwapBoys’ Christmas

(Merry Christmas from the Manns and the Brody Bros! I wish I had time to write the others but Christmas is almost over! And these guys were easier to write tbh merry Christmas if you celebrate or otherwise happy holidays!)

SwapBoys Masterpost

It was a bright day at the Mann household as the children excitedly opened their presents. Their parents watched with warm smiles, Jackie holding Zara’s hand while she laid her head on his shoulder.

Ollie laughed as he zoomed around the room with his new Bro Fantastic figure- going up to the Christmas tree to try to fight the ornaments. He even made the punching sounds- but he was careful to only touch the plastic ones.

Penny laughed and clapped as she played with her new set of tiny dolls, ohhing at the colors and then knocking them into each other. It was great fun!

Kelsie squealed as she opened a new cat backpack she’d been wanting and was ready to show it off. But then her face fell as she looked around the room.

Jackie knit his eyebrows together, “what’s the matter sunshine?” The father asked.

“Where’s Uncle Chase and Alt?” She asked back, looking at her parents. “Uncle Chase always comes over for Christmas to see our presents!”

“Oh yeah! I gotta show uncle bro my new action figure!!” Ollie added with excitement.

“And I wanted to see Alt…” Kelsie sighed dejectedly.

Jackie sighed with a tight smile then got up to go bend down by his daughter and rub her shoulder.

“Hey Kels… remember how I said this was Alt’s first Christmas in a long time? Well- that means a big Christmas with lots of screaming and loud noises could be… too much you know? And well… I’m sure Uncle Chase would love to be here. But now… he doesn’t have to have Christmas alone anymore…”

Kelsie bites her lip and nods, “okay… I guess that makes sense…” she gripped her kitty backpack to her chest and tried not to pout.

Jackie laughed, “chin up, starfish! They’ll be by later with all your other uncles! You can all show off your awesome presents then, okay? But today… they need a little Christmas with just them.”

Kelsie does seem way more excited that she’ll see her favorite uncles soon. She perks up and then hugs her dad, “Okay Daddy! I can’t wait to show them everything! Do you think Alt will bring glitches?”

“I dunno sweetie~ that depends…” Jackie says ominously before he dove to grab the girl and throw her over his shoulder as he spun her around and jumped around with her. “Have you been naughty or nice?”

Kelsie shrieks with joy and laughs, “nice!! I’ve been so nice!!”

“Jackie please be careful!” Zara called but she looked amused.

“I dunnooo little missy-! Can you prove it?” Jackie grins, going to flip Kelsie upside down. “Cuz I could have sworn there was a cookie missing last night from what we made for Santa!”

“Dadddd! That was you! I saw you!” Ollie accused.

Jackie blinked and then gave a long drawn out, “ooooh! Yeah you’re right- thanks for keeping me accountable, Ol~!”

“Daddy’s been naughty! Mama! Take his Christmas presents!” Kelsie shrieks. Zara looks at the pile of Jackie’s presents next to her and gives him a shit-eating grin as she tries to lunge for them.

Jackie grabs Kelsie back up like a football under his arm and charges at his wife, playfully holding her down with Kelsie in the middle. “Ohhh no you don’t!”

The living room filled with laughter and insanity as the Mann’s crazy Christmas continued.

Meanwhile- in a flat a couple blocks down, a quieter more mellow Christmas was taking place.

Chase blew on his cup of coffee and took a sip before he set his cup down on the coffee table. He gave Glitches some pets on her head from where she was curled up on the couch before going to rouse the glitch also sleeping on it.

He lightly shook his shoulder and then threw a jumper at his face.

Alt cried out in surprise and shot up in a flurry of glitches, fumbling blindly for a second before pulling the sweater off. He blinks in confusion up at Chase and then looks a bit grumpy.

“Mornin’! You’re not hungover are you?” Chase asked with a smile.

Alt rolled his eyes and then stretched, “nah- Hen and I didn’t drink too heavily. Thanks for letting me crash here…”

“Alt, you’re welcome anytime…” Chase tried to push again, but Alt waved him off.

“Yeah yeah- I know- just…” He sighed and then looked down at the jumper. “What is this?”

“A Christmas jumper, bro!” Chase grinned. “Got ya one special~!”

It was a black sweater that had a white Christmas sweater design on it- except there was a robot and the words ‘ERROR 404: Christmas Sweater not found.’

Alt rolled his eyes, “ha ha very clever Chase…” He got ready to toss it back, “but I’m not wearing-“

“Ya gotta wear it if you want your other presents~” Chase added smugly.

Alt froze and then gapped at Chase, “what? But I- I couldn’t get you-!”

Chase waves him off and then shoves him towards the bathroom, “no arguing! Now go get changed!”

Alt was in too much shock to argue as he stumbles into the bathroom. He blinks at his reflection and stares for a second. He then sighs and pulls off his shirt from last night and pulls on the jumper. It’s soft… and it really does fit him. He smiles a bit. Then- he looks at his mask. He touches it thoughtfully and then, he slowly takes it off and shoves it in his pocket.

…he doesn’t need it today.

Alt then quietly slinks out of the bathroom and into the living room, feeling more exposed than normal. Which makes his cheeks and ears tint red.

Chase looks up and blinks a bit in surprise at seeing Alt’s neck. But he quickly shakes it off and smiles. “Looking good, baby bro!”

Alt flushes brighter red. “Shut up…”

He flops down onto the couch and crosses his arms. Chase goes to grab a pretty big box out from under the tree and sets it down in front of Alt on the coffee table. Alt looks at it with wide eyes as he glitches to the edge of his seat and looks at Chase with an expression close to guilt.

“C-Chase… i can’t- I couldn’t possibly…!”

“Alt please.” Chase interrupts, “just- open this one. I didn’t have a lot of money this year anyways but… I just had to get my brother a proper Christmas present… especially after we just got you back.”

Alt looks away and guiltily rubs his arm. He was still mentally healing from being Impulse. He still felt horrible for everything he did. That’s why… Chase has offered time and time again to let Alt stay here permanently. But he couldn’t bring himself to… he felt he had way too much to atone for.

But, if Chase really wanted this then… he sighs and goes to unwrap the box. It’s huge! And wrapped in a shiny green blue wrapping paper. Alt tears through the paper and goes to open the box and inside there’s…

It’s a giant comforter, black with green numbers on it. No- not just any numbers… It was binary. Alt opened the box more to find a pillow case too- and he recognized the string of letters in brighter green. It just said ‘pillow’. He chuckled a bit and felt the warm sting of unshed tears in his eyes. But, Alt tried his best to hide it as he looks back at Chase.

“…thanks, Chase. I… I love it- really.”

Chase smiled over his cup of coffee and then got up, gently grabbing his brother by the arm.

“There’s just a tiny bit more~!”

“What!? Chase-!” Alt tries to protest, but Chase dragged Alt down the small hallway next to the living room. He finally goes to open the door to a room that Alt really hadn’t noticed before.

Inside, is a simple bedroom with a bed pushed against the back wall, a closet, a small dresser and a small tv on top of it.

Alt blinks in confusion and looks over at Chase. The older brother looks down at him sheepishly and rubs the back of his head.

“It’s not much… used to be for like… exercise equipment and shit I didn’t know where to put… and I’m not trying to sway you one way or the other cuz clearly you need more time! But… the covers are for this bed… so… if you stay over you can at least sleep in a bed now…”

Alt feels tears in his eyes again but this time he can’t keep them back. He looks away as they start to drip down his face.

He did all of this… just for him. Despite everything- he wants Alt in his life again. So much that he’s moved his life around and made space for him… even if he doesn’t use it.

Alt suddenly turns and glitches to tackle Chase in a hug. Chase startles slightly but very quickly hugs Alt back with a small chuckle. Alt’s shoulders shake as he wets his older brother’s sweater with his tear streaked face.

After a few minutes, Alt finally croaks out.

“…okay.”

“…okay? …okay what?” Chase asks with a tilt of his head.

Alt finally let’s go of Chase and smiles timidly at him. “…I’ll move in.”

Chase’s eyes light up, his entire face soon following as he laughs joyously and goes to scoop Alt up in a huge bear hug. “Yes! Oh my god- yes! Alt!! I’m… im so happy!”

Alt laughs and lets his brother bounce him around for a few more seconds before he finally lets him go.

“…Merry Christmas, Chase.”

Chase smiled and wrapped an arm around Alt’s shoulder as they headed back towards the living room.

“Merry Christmas, Anti…”

Alt smiled, feeling warmth fill his whole body. He… he had a home again.

#swapboys au #swapboys #alt anti #the manns #Jackie mann #Zara mann #Zara caley #Kelsie mann #Ollie mann #penny mann #jackieb01 #bro fantastic #so fluffy it’ll give you cavities #I get sappy around the holidays- it happens!#expect terrible angst to make up for the imbalance aHghv #Christmas fic #readswapboys

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Five Senses: Part 1

Chapter One

Yuta couldn't take it anymore. He needed to find his soulmate, his lifelong partner. No it wasn't for anything romantic, at least not for vampires, especially when you're a royalty. He's waited so long, but not once has he felt anyone was the right person, and by now was sick and tired of holding parties to meet more people.

Right now he laid in his bed groaning into his pillow in pain. If he didn't find his soulmate soon, his health would deteriorate even more, and he'd be the first royalty to actually die. His half brother stood aside shaking his head, earning a light smack from his own partner, now his beloved wife, who mind spoke to him.

Talk to him!

How? What's there left to do?

Idiot!

Hey! You married this idiot.

Sadly yes.

Taeyong pouted as his wife looked at him mad, then sat next to Yuta herself and tapped his shoulder.

"Yuta, take the medicine for now." she spoke softly. She was always kind, not just to him but everyone. She tugged him to get up and take the medicine the doctor claimed would at least keep him painless, but everyone knew it wouldn't save him.

And so he gave up. "What's the point Seulgi? I might as well be in pain. At least it'll take my mind off the fact that I'm dying."

Taeyong groaned hearing him and smacked his butt. "Stop saying that already! You're not going to die. You'll find someone, I promise."

Yuta got up and stared at him angrily. "IT'S EASY FOR YOU TO SAY!" he yelled, groaning again when his body hurt even more. Seulgi quickly got his medicine and forced him to take it before letting him collapse into his bed again.

"Listen Yuta." she spoke. "I know for a fact that you will not die, at least not before meeting your soulmate. You know I grew up with humans, and if there's one thing I learned from them is that no one dies unloved."

Seulgi wasn't a regular vampire. Her father was killed during a clan war, so her mother moved to live out of the clan to raise her more normally, and she loved it. The way she met Taeyong was something humans would call fate, as the two accidentally held hands in a club and both their five senses worked, the slight pain they had gone.

"It doesn't matter Seulgi..."

"Yes it does. Look, all you've done is stay inside the grounds and had parties to see people. In my opinion, it's time you go outside and explore."

Yuta groans again, this time Taeyong leaves getting annoyed by his stubbornness. Seulgi rolls her eyes at the two, then turns back to Yuta cocking her eyebrow.

"Well if you won't do it, I will."

The next thing he knew, Yuta was standing in the middle of a playground. His eyes widened as he took in the surroundings of children running around while adults walked or sat on the benches chatting.

I'll kill you for this Seulgi!

Well at least I'll die knowing I helped out!

Ugh!

Giving up, Yuta simply walked around in this foreign land, and realised Seulgi was right. He never stepped outside their lands, so seeing children lining up for an ice cream truck was a surprise.

Humans...

He shook his head and walked away, strolling around the place until he reached a more quite park. No one was really there, just passing by from time to time. Suddenly, he felt a stabbing pain in his chest. It's happened again, he crouched onto his knees as his hand grabbed the part that hurt. He didn't have the medicine, or enough strength to teleport back to his room.

"Oh My God!" he heard someone shriek and footsteps getting louder as the person ran towards him. "Are you OK? Should I call an ambulance? Hey, look at me!"

Soft hands grabbed Yuta by his arms and turned him around so his head laid on the their lap, and he got a glimpse of them. Suddenly, the pain receded, and he was able to make out the lady holding him.

"Do you need help? Wait, I'll call the ambulance." she spoke, and it felt as if it cured him. The more she touched him, spoke to him, the more he looked at her, his pain reduced.

It can't be...

"Wait..." he groaned and held her hand with her phone as she nearly called the ambulance. "Don't... They can't... do anything..." he said as he slowly sat up. The lady helped support his back, and his pain receded even more at the touch.

There were two more things he had to check, smell and taste. He looked at the hand he held and pulled it to himself, sniffing her wrist. The lady's eyes widened and she screamed.

"Pervert! What are you doing!?!"

Yuta held her hand tight again, panting as the pain was still there, just in his chest. "Please listen to me. What are you?"

"Excuse me?"

"What are you?" he asked again with pleading eyes. The lady sensed he wasn't a pervert, at least she hoped he wasn't with the way his eyes softened.

"I'm a store manager."

"A human?" he asked, causing her to look at him bewildered.

"Why? Do I look like a monster to you?" the lady asked cocking her eyebrow. Yuta sighed and shut his eyes, and once he opened them again she gasped. "You're..." she trailed off, bewitched by his red eyes.

"Please, let me kiss you." he cut her off. "Let me kiss you just once, and if it works I'll tell you everything."

Something about his eyes captivated her, she didn't know what came over her but she nodded. Yuta gently cupped her cheek and pulled her in, kissing her lips.

Until it happened. His fangs poked through, and he tasted her blood. And he knew for sure she was the one.

His soulmate.

The lady froze at the piercing feeling in her lips, not even blinking when he pulled away and stared at her. He sat up more properly and wiped the blood smudge off her lips, sucking it off his thumb after.

"Do you believe in soulmates?"

"I..." she staggered. "Maybe..." she managed to whisper. Yuta pursed his lips and slowly stood up holding her hand, tugging her to stand with him. He snaked an arm around her waist and smiled a little apologetically.

"What's your name?"

"Park Sooyoung..."

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#nct #nct 127 #red velvet #nctvelvet #park sooyoung #nakamoto yuta #lee taeyong #kang seulgi #fluff #vampire au #soulmates au #nuoyipeach writes

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corgifallingfanatic · 2 years

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Betrayal

Summary: Magnus hasn't seen his sister in weeks, when she finally returns she brings unpleasantness along with her, nearly causing Magnus to lose the most important person in his life. Rated T.

Magnus sat at the Council Table, looking over maps of Mytica. After receiving word that his father was off "visiting" in Kraeshia, he knew this could mean one of two things: his father was either alleging with Emperor Cortas or gathering information to conquer the lands. Either option was bad news for Magnus and his spot on the Limerian throne. As he was analyzing the route of the Imperial Road, a knock at the throne room door caught his attention. He got up and made his way to the door. When he pulled open the door, he was greeted by a red-clothed Limerian guard.

"My apologies for disrupting your majesty, but we have just received word that Princess Lucia is here." Magnus stared at him in shock. Lucia was here? She had been missing for weeks after running away to elope with her tutor, Alexius. "Where is she?" He asked urgently. The guard nodded. "If you would follow me, your highness." The guard said as he began walking.

Magnus was surprised when the guard took the stairs up to the living quarters instead of the stairs down to the main entrance. He was even more surprised when the guard turned a corner and stopped at a small oak door. Cleo's chambers "You must be confused; this is Princess Cleiona's chambers." Magnus stated. The guard didn't answer, instead he knocked on the door. Within an instant, the door swung open to reveal his sister in the doorway. "Lucia," he started but stopped when she pulled him inside and into a tight embrace.

"You're here," he said. "Yes," she responded, a bright smile on her brilliant face. "But why?" he asked, pulling away from her. "Can't I visit my brother?" She asked defensively. He shook his head, "It's just... after our last meeting... after you hurt Cleo, I thought..." his voice trailed off. Where was Cleo? These were her chambers, after all. "Speaking of which, where is she?" He asked, trying to sound as dismissive and casual as possible. "Not very far from here, actually." Lucia stepped to the side to reveal Cleo slumped against the wall, her body lifeless and unmoving.

He rushed over to her, taking her limp form in his arms. "Is she sleeping?" He asked, aware that alarm seeped into his voice. He patted her shoulder gently, then harder when she didn't stir. That's when he noticed a spot of blood on the back of her head. He touched it, pulling back when the blood was still wet under his fingers. Had she fallen and hit her head? But that wasn't all. After her head, he began observing the rest of her body. He pulled back her cardigan to reveal a large patch of blood on her chest, seeping through her pale grey dress. Her heart, she had been stabbed. Magnus looked up at Lucia. "What happened?" He asked firmly. She stepped closer to him and Cleo's body.

"I killed her," she said with a shrug of her shoulders. He gaped at her before shaking his head. He grabbed Cleo's wrist and pressed two fingers to her pulse. Nothing. She was gone. He let out a sharp cry of pain. This wasn't possible. Cleo was his life, his light. He couldn't live without her. "Why?" He shrieked, glaring at Lucia. "She insulted me. I'm doing you a favor, you know. " She said, her eyes wide with confusion."How, how is this a favor?" He asked, taking Cleo's head to his chest and rocking back and forth. "I hated her. You hated her. I solved our problems. " She smiled wickedly. "I didn't hate her!" He yelled, his voice breaking. "I loved her!" He continued, something wet running down his cheek. He didn't even care. His love was gone. The only person who saw good in him, who saw through his masks, was gone. He hated Lucia for this.

"I-I-I didn't know Magnus, I'm sorry!" Lucia stuttered, realization overwhelming her face. "Sorry won't fix this!" He shouted, cradling Cleo in his arms. His love was gone, his lifeline, his wife. Her smile could never light up a room, her laughter never seep into his soul, tearing him away from reality ever again. He was useless without her. A complete and utter mess. Life meant nothing if she wasn't in it. He remembered all the times he shared with her; Lady Sophia's villa, the Temple of Valoria, saving her from execution, the war of Auranos, their wedding.

"I can fix this." Lucia said, bending down beside Cleo. She placed her hands on Cleo's chest. He watched as green light moved from her hands into Cleo's body. Earth magic, she was reviving her. After a few minutes, she removed her hands. He watched Cleo's face expectantly, but after a few minutes, he let out a loud sob, pushing back the hair that coveted Cleo's face. She was just as beautiful as ever, even in death. He leaned over, placing a kiss on her forehead. He placed his face in the crook of her neck, taking in her scent of flowers and sunshine. Suddenly, he felt something lightly stroke his hair. He pulled back to see Cleo's face broken in a light smile, her eyes brightly colored. "Magnus," she whispered, placing her hand on his non-scarred cheek.

"You're alive!" He exclaimed. She didn't respond, but instead turned her head to look at Lucia. "You..." she began, furry seizing her face. "I'm sorry," Lucia said quietly. Cleo looked at her for a moment before nodding her head. She tried to pull herself up, but Magnus pulled her closer to his chest. "Don't do that again, do you hear me?" He whispered so only she could hear. She looked at him and smiled. "I'll try not to." She responded. He chuckled.

How had he ever hated her? She was so kind and forgiving, beautiful both inside and out. He stared into her eyes for a moment before whispering in her ear, "Don't you dare get yourself killed again, or I'll be lost without you. I care for you, Cleo, I truly do. " He turned to face her, her eyes wide, and said, "And I you." With her words, his heart filled with love, if it was even possible to fill more with his love for her. And in this moment, he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. He couldn't, no he wouldn't, live a life without her. No matter what it took to protect her, he would

-𝕬𝖟𝖆𝖘𝖎𝖆/𝕱𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕬𝖉𝖉𝖎𝖈𝖙

#cleobellos #magneo #magnus damora #falling kingdoms #lucia damora

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skinnyducky · 3 years

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the meeting // v.h.

This was probably a bit difficult to write because I didn’t know what approach I wanted to go with. But, I found the best approach that fit my style and I hope you enjoy! Also, I’m going to hold off on pt. 4 of Party at Y/n’s. I don’t really like what I’ve written so far with it and I’m going to rewrite the whole part. But, that means you’ll get more stuff like this so...yippee!

Word Count: 1435, slightly edited

WARNING: fluff, language (i think), sexual jokes, and more fluff

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Vinnie rubbed his sweating hands together as he thought about whether or not coming with you to your hometown was a good decision. Sure, he’d be sad for a weekend without you…but that wasn’t worse than having to meet your parents. This was a huge step in your relationship, and something that could make or break it. And that fact that you weren’t even slightly scared made him even more afraid.

“I can’t do this. Maybe you should turn around and drive me back to the airport.” Vinnie sighed, fiddling with his rings.

You laughed, keeping your eyes trained on the road. “Vinnie, there is nothing to be nervous about. My parents are going to love you.”

“You say that now, but what if they don’t?”

“Vinnie, they’re going to love you. I haven’t stopped mentioning you since we started dating. Hell, the minute I told my dad about you and your cars, he cried tears of joy. I’ve never seen him that happy before, and I’m his child.” You explained as you pulled into your driveway. “Look, babe, you have absolutely nothing to be worried about. As long as you’re yourself, they’ll love you.”

Vinnie took your words into consideration, and they filled him with a little comfort. Although, they weren’t enough to completely rid him of his anxiety. But still, he was a lot better now than he was a few minutes ago.

“So, are you ready?” you asked, placing your hand on Vinnie’s shoulder. He looked at you with a worried glance and answered, “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

The two of you exit the car and walked up to your doorstep. You knocked on the door and within a few seconds it opened up to reveal your smiling mother. “Y/n!” she cried, pulling you into a tight embrace. She pulled back and looked at Vinnie who awkwardly stood behind you.

“And you must be Vinnie!” she grinned. “The pictures Y/n sent me don’t do you justice! You’re really cute!”

“Mom!” You groaned. She muttered a sorry before turning back to Vinnie.

Vinnie let out a timid chuckle and stuck his hand out for your mom to shake. “Nice to meet you, Mrs. Y/l/n.”

Your mom grabbed his hand, but instead of shaking it, she pulled him into a hug. “Enough of that formal crap. Please, call me Y/m/n.” The two broke out of the hug and she ushered the both of you inside, the smell of her famous pasta filling your noses.

“Y/d/n, they’re here!” your mom called, shutting the door.

You heard heavy footsteps come from the living room, no doubt belonging to your dad. The very man rushed towards you and Vinnie with an eager grin on his face. “Y/n!”

“Dad!” you exclaimed, rushing into his arms. He spun you around and put you down, moving his attention to your boyfriend. He cleared his throat, putting on his best intimidating dad act as he stomped over to the boy.

“And I’m guessing you’re Vinnie.”

Vinnie gulped, looking your dad in the eye. “That w-would be me, sir.”

It was silent as the men stared at each other. Then out of the blue, your dad laughed. “I’m sorry, man. I can’t do the whole ‘dad’ act like I used to. Call me Y/d/n.” He shook Vinnie’s hand, much to your boyfriend’s surprise. “Nice to finally meet you, Vinnie.”

“You too, Y/d/n.”

“Y/n told us a lot about you. She mentioned you liked cars.” Your dad pointed out. “I’m a car man myself. Gotta Mustang and a 1953 Hudson Hornet.”

Vinnie nearly lost his shit at your father’s small collection. You could practically feel the excitement radiating off of him. “Really?”

“Not that he drives them though. Don’t let the coolness fool you, Vin. He drives a soccer van.” I teased, making my dad blush.

“I drive the van to work and work only.”

I scoffed, “Sure you do.”

Your mom clapped, gathering your attention. “Well, dinner is done. So, we can go ahead and start eating and catch up.”

“But, honey, I wanted to show Vinnie my cars.” Your dad whined.

“You can show him after, sweetie.”

“But-“

“Y/d/n.”

“Sorry.” Your dad sighed and followed your mom into the kitchen. You and Vinnie exchanged looks and broke out into laughter.

“Like I said, very excited to meet you.” You said, leading him into the dining room.

You and Vinnie sat across from your parents who had brought out the large bowl of pasta. The four of you started eating, catching up on life and what not. Well, at least you and your mom did. Vinnie and your dad were too busy talking about their shared love of vehicles to even be interested in the conversation. Dinner ended, much to the pleasure of your dad. Him and Vinnie headed into the garage where your dad would offer him a beer and show off his collection. You and your mom retreated to the kitchen to wash dishes.

“So, what do you think?” you asked, wiping down a plate.

“I like him. He’s a really good guy.” Your mom responded. “He’s much better than any of the other jackasses you’ve dated.”

“He was so nervous coming here. He thought you and dad wouldn’t like him.”

Your mom scoffed, placing a fork in the drying rack. “Why wouldn’t we like him? It’s obvious that he completes you and that you two are perfect for each other. Plus, I don’t think I’ve ever seen your dad so happy before, and I’m his wife.”

“Hah, I said the exact same thing.”

“It’s true. I wouldn’t be surprised if your dad divorced me for him.” Your mom joked. “Our only concern is that you’re happy, Y/n. And its evident that Vinnie makes you more than that, so as long as he keeps doing what he’s doing…he’s good in our book.”

“Thanks, mom.”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart. Now, let’s finish up these dishes. Real Housewives of Atlanta comes on in a few.”

Around the time you two finished the dishes, your boys came strolling back into the house. You and your mom peeked out from the kitchen, watching in secret as your dad and Vinnie talked to each other.

“…and y’know, I’ve never seen Y/n as happy as she is with you. I can tell that you really care for her,” your dad said, “and as long as you keep doing that, I have no problem with you.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Your dad chuckled, “Now the ‘sir’ is something I definitely have a problem with. I’m not that old, son.”

A smile found it’s way onto your face as you and your mom walked out. “Well, I wouldn’t really consider you to be young.” Your mom quipped, before turning to Vinnie. “He can’t even get it up as much as he used to.”

“Mom!” you shrieked. “What did I tell you!?”

“No sex jokes. Sorry, honey.”

“Especially one’s that aren’t true.” Your dad added. “I’m like a tank; I’m strong.”

You stared daggers at your dad as you stepped beside Vinnie. “Dad!”

“We’re sorry, we’re sorry.” He apologized, finding his way over to your mom. “So, you two headed back to your hotel?” asked your mom.

You and Vinnie nodded, earning a groan from your dad. “Awe, I wish you could stay the night. Although, I don’t think Y/n’s twin size bed would fit the both of you.”

“You’ll see us tomorrow,” you replied. “Remember? We’re going golfing, right?”

“Oh yeah, I forgot!” Your dad said, placing his hands on his hips. “I guess we’ll see you then.”

You and your parents bid your goodbyes��and your dad may or not have cried a bit. He really wanted to spend more quality time with Vinnie. Thankfully your mom was there to console him and keep him distracted long enough for you two to leave.

Once you got into the car, you glanced over at Vinnie to see him smiling. “What’s got you so giddy?” You asked.

“Your dad likes me.”

“I know, me and my mom were spying on you two when you walked in.” You said, starting the car. “My mom likes you too. So, in the end…you had nothing to worry about.”

“I guess not.”

As you pulled out of your parents driveway, you said, “My dad’s right you know.”

“About what? Him being able to still get it up?” Vinnie asked.

You rolled your eyes and giggled, “No, you idiot. About the fact that you do make me happy.”

You watched as Vinnie broke out into a smile. “I do?”

“You very much do.”

#vinnie hacker #vinnie hacker x reader #vinnie x reader #vinnie hacker imagine

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velaryqns · 3 years

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Title: Apologies

Relationship: Severus Snape x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1610

Warnings: angst, fighting, some violence (no major injuries), vulgar language, fluffy ending

Request: requested by snapesmoonlight

Y/f/f: your favorite flowers

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You glared at the dark-haired man across from you, and he returned one just as cold.

Fights with Severus were not a common occurrence, but when they happened; you wanted to rip your hair out (and you were certain Severus felt the same). This time you had gotten too close to comfort someone while the pair of you were at Hogsmeade so Severus could get more teaching supplies. He let his jealousy get the best of him when he saw you interacting with a friend you usually visited when you went to Hogsmeade and voiced his opinion on the whole situation the entire trip back to Hogwarts.

Now you two stood in the kitchen area of his chambers, the materials he purchased long forgotten.

"You're so worked up over a friend, Severus," you spoke while throwing your hands out at your sides and then dropping them loudly, "I don't recall throwing a child's tantrum whenever you're around Cissa."

"That's not the same," he shook his head from his side of the room.

"Bullshit Severus!" You shouted, your anger was growing by the second, "You visit with Narcissa more than I do! And her husband is your friend. You two seem to forget that a lot."

Severus clenched his fists, inhaling deeply and squeezing his eyelids closed, "You're missing my point, y/n."

"That you're a jealous fucking child? No, I'm not," you regretted the words as soon as you said them and he snapped his gaze back toward you, fury in his dark eyes.

"You are a little bitch, you know that? I sit here and love you day after fucking day and that can't be enough for you?" His voice was rising now, and you were prepared to meet his level. Being in the dungeons of Hogwarts had its advantages in moments like this.

"You were whining the whole trip back to Hogwarts about me visiting a friend!"

"Am I suddenly not allowed to love you and want you for myself?"

"I never said that," you countered, you started walking toward Severus now. Your voice was low, but still carried the anger you felt pulsing through your body, "how would you feel if I chewed your bloody ears off whining about your friendship with your best friend's wife? It wouldn't be very pleasant would it?"

"Narcissa doesn't act like a little whore in front of her husband!"

Your steps faltered, "What?"

"You heard me," Severus said coldly.

Before either of you had a chance to react, Severus was nailed in the chest with a book, "what the fuck?"

"I'm a whore now!?" You shrieked grabbing the next closet thing and holding it in the air. Severus quickly crossed the room and grabbed your wrist, forcing the sketchbook out of your hand and throwing it to the floor. You began struggling against his grip, "Let me go you asshole, I don't want to infect you or something."

"No, not until you settle down," he gripped your wrist tighter and brought his other hand to your shoulder.

"I'm not one of your students Severus Snape," you ripped your wrist out of his hold and pushed him backward, "I'm a fully functioning adult and a apparently now whore."

"Y/n-"

"Don't," you raised your hand in the air and he clamped his jaw shut, "you get so angry with me over the dumbest shit, and yes I do it back. But you called me a whore?"

"You called me a fucking child!"

"There's a huge difference in those choices of wording, Severus," you were too tame and calm for Severus's liking. He watched you wearily as you brushed past him, making your way to the bedroom.

"You insulted me, and are acting like there's no reason for me to be upset when you were flirting with another man," Severus started trailing after you, watching closely as you went to the wardrobe.

"You are so insecure sometimes!" You spun to face him and he came to a sudden stop, "When will you get it through that thick skull of yours that you're all I've fucking wanted since I met you!? There's never been another like you Severus, and there never will be. And I'm beyond tired of trying to go prove that to you. We fight over my friendship with other men more than anything else. I fucking love you. And you can't see it, so I'm done trying to help you see it, Severus."

You threw the wardrobe doors open and began yanking your clothes and shoes out of it, leaving only his things behind.

"What?" He stammered, his voice was soft and broken as he realized what had happened, "y/n, wait-"

"No," you shook your head, folding and stuffing your clothes into your bags, "I'm done with this Severus. Just go, please."

He could hear how upset you were ad you spoke, and his heart broke even more while he silently watched you pack the remainder of your clothing that had been brought to his chambers over the past year or so.

You both remained silent as you slung your bags over your shoulder and made your way out of the bedroom, out of the chambers, and out of Severus's life.

××

Days had passed.

Severus hadn't spoken to you, mostly due to your avoidance and constantly finding ways to be separated from everyone: even Minerva. But if he did, it was an attempt at an apology, but he never truly understood what his apology was supposed to be for.

Being a professor though, you were bound to be stuck around Severus at some point, and today was that day. Dumbledore called a staff meeting, and you had spoken to Minerva to get out of it but she made sure to change your mind and make you attend. Severus was already in the room by the time you walked in, holding a book from the last block you had been teaching. He watched you curiously while you made your way to the empty chair beside Minerva.

Everyone could feel the tension between the two of you, ever since the day of the fight. Nothing had been the same, but especially for you and Severus. Minerva welcomed you, her usual kind smile on her face as you settled beside her. And once everyone was seated, the meeting began.

You could feel Severus's eyes on you every so often while Dumbledore spoke. You lost interest in the meeting rather quickly, as it was nothing new. So, by the time the meeting ended you were one of the first people to your feet.

A hand grabbed your wrist as you pushed through the crowd of professors towards the door,

"Y/n,"

Of course, it was Severus. You sighed and looked at the man standing behind you,

"Yes, Severus?"

"Could I talk to you?"

You stared back at him, pondering the idea. You did miss Severus, and it was very clear that he missed you,

"I'm fairly busy right now, and I need to return to my classroom,"

Severus gaped after you while you rushed away, eventually disappearing down the hall your classroom was located in. The sound of a throat clearing behind Severus caused him to turn around, facing Minerva who was studying where you once stood,

"I hate to say it," she shook her head, "I but ill be quite disappointed in your pair if you can't work this out."

He frowned but budded his head because that's all Severus wanted now.

"Come with me," Minerva told him softly, and Severus complied.

××

A knock rang out on your office door and you glanced at the time. It was rather late and you should've been in your chambers by now. Standing, you closed the book on your desk and walked around it to the large wooden door. Pulling it open, you weren't prepared to see Severus standing there with what appeared to be y/f/f. You raised a brow at him and he looked down at the bouquet in his hands,

"I was really stupid," he mumbled, causing you to tilt your head, "and it cost me something I truly cared about. I was blind too, I'll admit to that.".

You crossed your arms and stared at the man in front of you. Severus had never approached you with this much anxiousness before.

"And I'm entirely sorry," he nodded and finally looked you directly in the eyes, "you're right. I've been too blind to the love you've been drawing me, and more concerned with the fear of you leaving."

He looked up at you, expecting your answer. You remained silent, slowly starting to nod your head,

"At least you know you're stupid," you spoke with a soft grin.

Severus raised his brows surprised and confused. You pushed the door of your office open the remainder of the way and approached Severus. You took the flowers from his hand and set them on the table next to the doorway, then turned to face severe full-on.

"I love you, and I'm sorry for what I said too," you told him and stepped closer, wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your face unto his chest. He slowly wrapped his arms around you.

You missed this feeling, being held by Severus and being near the familiar scent he had. The whiskey and wood, paper and faint smoke. You had truly fallen for this man, and at least he could see it too.

#severus x reader #severus snape x reader #severus snape #snape x reader #fanfic #reader insert

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writeroutoftime · 3 years

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undercover feelings

pairing: jack thompson x reader (requested by: @rubesque)

summary: you and jack don't like each other in the slightest. but when an undercover mission throws the two of you together, what will become of your relationship? (aka - undercover enemies to lovers)

warnings: minor violence

words: 3.4k (not even sorry)

a/n: let me just start by saying, I know my action sequences aren’t the best, but I'm trying to get better. that said, I absolutely adored writing this story, and I hope everyone enjoys it! a lot of thought went into it, so please please let me know what you think!

oOoOo

As you strode towards Chief Dooley’s office, you noticed Jack coming up behind you out of the corner of your eye. Rolling your shoulders back, you tried to ignore his presence even as he was merely steps behind you, almost purposefully trying to catch the back of your heel. Right as you raised your hand to wrap your knuckles against the Chief’s office door, you let out a frustrated sigh.

“Is there something I can help you with?” you spit out, spinning around to face Jack, wishing you could wipe that smug smirk off his face.

“Never in a thousand years, y/l/n. It seems you’re in my way.” he said, trying to step around you and knock on the door himself.

Rolling your eyes, you blocked the door with your body. “Look, I know you think your daily suck-up sessions with the Chief will get you a promotion, but I was personally asked by Chief Dooley to meet with him, so move along.” you told Jack proudly, ready to see his anger bubble over.

To your surprise, Jack’s grin simply widened as he leaned in. “Me too, sweetheart.” he whispered, leaving you speechless, and pushing past you to knock on the door.

Collecting yourself, you quickly entered the office first, standing in front of the Chief’s desk with your hands behind your back. Every so often, your eyes flitted over to Jack, wondering what the Chief could possibly want with the both of you. It was no secret to any agent in the SSR that you and Jack had a strained relationship to say the least. From your first day, Jack had mistaken you as a secretary, thus beginning a long hate-hate relationship. Even to this day, Jack was one of the most pig-headed men you had the displeasure of knowing.

“Alright, I’ll get straight to the point. I’m sending the two of you on an undercover mission to retrieve sensitive, government information.” Chief Dooley explained. “The most opportune time to retrieve it will be during the American Gala in Washington D.C. hosted by a Mr. Mark Williams. The two of you will pose as husband and wife –“

“That’s a real funny joke, Chief.” Jack interrupted, looking shocked at the prospect of going undercover with you.

“Oh, please, Thompson. You’d be lucky if you could ever convince me to marry you.” you shot back.

“I’d rather go undercover as husband and wife with Krzeminski.”

Before you could move to smack Jack’s arm or throw another insult his way, Chief Dooley stood up, slamming his hands on his desk. “Enough! It’s like dealing with a couple of damn toddlers.” he scolded, instantly causing a wave of shame to wash over you and Jack. “Now, can the two of you act like the federal agents you are, or do I need to find two other agents?” he asked, staring both of you down.

“No, sir.” you mumbled, hearing a similar sentiment leave Jack’s lips.

There was a moment of awkward silence before Chief Dooley sat back down. “Now, as I was saying. The two of you are scheduled to leave in two days, and here are files with all you need to know on the target and your responsibilities.” he continued.

The moment you were dismissed, you stormed out of the Chief’s office and made your way back to your desk. Picking up the nearest piece of paperwork, you stared at the words for a moment before shoving it to the side, letting out a frustrated sigh.

“Everything all right?” Peggy asked, coming up behind you and setting a mug of coffee down on your desk.

“Chief Dooley is sending me on an undercover mission – with Thompson.” you explained, running your hands down your face.

Peggy looked amused by your so-called bad news and shook her head at your oblivious nature. “Perhaps, it will give you the opportunity to recognize your feelings for Agent Thompson.” she suggested casually.

“Feelings?” you nearly shrieked. “The only feeling I have for Agent Thompson is the feeling of dread every time I see him.” you argued.

“If you say so, dear.” Peggy placated as she walked away.

oOoOo

The entire plane ride to D.C. was filled with tense silence as you poured over the case file the entire time. The only noise that came from Jack was the tapping of his foot against the floor and his pen against the table.

“Do you have to do that?” you finally snapped, reaching forward to snatch the pen out of his hand.

Holding his up in mock surrender, Jack chuckled. “Woah, sweetheart, you might want to be a bit nicer considering we are married and all.” he teased.

“Listen,” you started, voice low and serious. “I know that you joke around and don’t always take everything seriously, but this mission is important to me. You have no idea how hard it is working in that office as a woman, and this mission is my chance to prove myself. I will not have it be ruined by the likes of you.”

For once, Jack had no quick remark to offer, instead he was simply stunned by your speech. Silently admitting defeat, Jack conceded to your wishes. “Alright, I’m sorry, y/l/n.”

You were slightly taken aback by how easy that had been. Perhaps you didn’t give Jack enough credit. “Thank you.” you responded, turning back to your files.

The rest of the flight followed in relative silence, Jack or you only speaking when you had questions or needed clarification from the files. It didn’t pass your mind the subtle looks Jack threw your way, but you ignored them, focused on the task at hand. If he had something to say, he could say it. However, the moment the plane landed, you were whisked away to your separate hotel rooms to prepare for the gala, watching Jack walk away.

oOoOo

It was only when Jack heard the clack of your heels against the marble stairs that he turned around and froze, watching your descent. The y/f/c dress you had donned flattered your figure in every sense, and Jack swore you were an angel in that moment. He suddenly felt aware of the way his breath had quickened, and the way his hands shook the tiniest bit from the nerves. So lost in his own mind, Jack didn’t even notice he had yet to take his eyes off of you.

“Is there something on me?” you asked, suddenly feeling very bashful from Jack’s gaze.

“No, no it’s just – uh – I mean,” Jack stuttered, running a hand through his perfectly gelled hair. “you clean up nice, y/l/n.”

“Not too bad yourself there either, Thompson.” you teased, flashing Jack a dazzling smile.

It was true that Jack looked absolutely dashing in his suit, making your knees just a bit week as you had walked down to meet him. His compliment sent a flutter through your chest, and you were brought back to Peggy’s comment about feelings. Perhaps, deep down, all the back-and-forth bickering had simply been a disguise for something else. But you couldn’t let yourself think about that now, not when you had a mission to complete.

Right as you were about to walk into the ballroom, Jack grabbed your wrist gently, stopping you in your tracks. Before you could question his action, he held up his hand and wiggled his finger, a metal band gleaming in the low light. “Now what kind of husband would I be if didn’t give you a ring?” he asked before pulling a small box out of his jacket pocket and producing a beautiful, sparkling engagement ring.

Carefully, Jack lifted your left hand and slid the cool metal over your ring finger until the diamond rested perfectly against your skin. It was difficult to fight the spark of energy when Jack grabbed your hand and the way he gently rubbed his thumb over the back of your hand.

“There.” he whispered, staring into your y/e/c eyes, a soft smile replacing that smirk that typically resided on his lips.

The two of you stood in the foyer for a moment, lost in the other’s gaze until other couples around you laughed and chatted on their way into the ballroom, breaking the spell. Ever the gentleman, Jack offered his arm, which you accepted, leading you both into the belly of the beast. Walking into said ballroom was breathtaking, the entire room being decorated from floor to ceiling with gold accents; however, you forced yourself to stay focused on the mission at hand.

A quick scan of the room showed you multiple entry/exit points, as well as a good estimate of the security posted throughout the room. Beside you, Jack was doing the same before his eyes widened slightly. Following his line of sight, you noticed your target for the evening, Mark Williams, surrounded by a group of people. While your first instinct was to go straight to the source, you knew that would raise alarms and potentially jeopardize the mission.

“Care for a dance?” Jack asked, having the same idea as you when he noticed Williams leading his wife to the dance floor.

Wordlessly, you allowed Jack to lead you towards the dance floor where he rested a warm, gentle hand on the small of your back while his other hand intertwined with your fingers. A small gasp left your lips from the proximity between you and Jack, and it was difficult to not become intoxicated by his cologne. For a moment, you allowed yourself to admire Jack’s strong jaw, piercing eyes, and the few hairs that had fallen out of place under the golden light the room provided.

The music began to pick up, and you let out a surprised cry of delight as Jack spun you around the floor, selling every bit of the perfectly happy couple. After one such spin, Jack brought you closer and whispered that you had caught the attention of Williams. Glancing over your shoulder, you saw the man staring in your direction.

“Trust me.” you told Jack under your breath before you took the lead and danced the two of you straight into your target. “Oh golly, I am so sorry, sir.” you apologized, feigning innocence. “I’m such a clutz, I don’t know why you bring me to these events, dear.” you said, aiming the second half of your sentence to Jack.

“Lord knows why, sweetie.” Jack responded, quickly catching onto your act. “Sorry again, sir. My wife said it herself – she can be a real clutz.”

Mark Williams flashed a quick smirk, looking your body up and down, seemingly sizing the two of you up. “No harm done, pretty lady. I’m Mark Williams. Mind making it up to me with a dance? That is, if your husband doesn’t mind.” he asked, though both you and Jack knew it was more a command.

“It’s the least I can do.” you giggled, accepting Williams’ hand, and letting him pull you away from Jack just like you thought he would.

Immediately, the band in the corner struck up a slower tune, and Williams placed a hand on your waist and began to awkwardly sway off beat. Unlike Jack’s soft, warm hands, this felt cold and unforgiving, and you forced yourself to swallow back the nausea.

“So, you must be used to all the glamor of these events, huh? Being a powerful man and whatnot.” you flirted, batting your eyelashes to help sell your act.

“You could say that, though they get pretty boring after a while. But having someone like you here helps to pass the time.” Williams said, slipping his hand further down your back.

Humming in response, you used the distraction to subtly reach your hand into Williams’ jacket pocket where you silently cheered when your hand touched a key – which you assumed unlocked his office. Carefully, you slipped it into your own pocket before squeezing William’s bicep with a smile to keep his suspicions down. Before he could slip his hand down any further, you pushed back gently and flashed an apologetic smile.

“Excuse me for a moment.” you purred, slipping away to the nearest hallway, keeping an eye out for Jack. Suddenly, an arm shot out and grabbed your wrist, pulling you further down the hallway. You nearly let out a shout of surprise before you saw that it was Jack.

“Are you done flirting or what?” he hissed, eyes narrowed, and chest puffed out.

Rolling your eyes, you flashed him the key you had slipped into the pocket of your dress. “Didn’t take you for the jealous type, Thompson.” you teased, scanning the doors for Williams’ office.

Once you reached the door, you quickly unlocked his office and ushered Jack in, quietly closing the door behind you and locking it. The office itself was spotless, leaving you no clue as to where the files could be hidden. Wordlessly, you and Jack split up, searching through every nook and cranny in order to complete your mission.

It wasn’t long before a soft “found it” came from Jack’s side of the room. Rushing over, you peered at the document in front of him to confirm that it was the correct document. Joy filled your body when you saw that your mission was a success.

Placing a hand on Jack’s bicep, you beamed at him. “Jack this is amazing, we did it!” you celebrated.

Jack let out a small chuckle, enjoying the way you were so excited. He glanced down at your hand on his arm, then back towards you where he locked his eyes with yours. Some unknown force took over you, causing the two of you to lean in towards each other, lips inching closer. Just as you could feel his warm breath on your face and almost touch his lips, loud rattling and banging came from the two, pulling the two of you apart instantly.

“Williams.” you both whispered, looking for a way out.

An open window caught your eye, and you ripped the file out of Jack’s hand as you pushed him towards said window. “Go, or neither of us are going to make it out of here.” you said through clenched teeth.

Jack hesitated a moment before he ran to climb out of the window, instantly turning around to offer you a helping hand. Right as you jumped out, the office door burst open, and Williams appeared with a half dozen bodyguards. He caught a flash of your dress and noticed the torn apart file cabinet, quickly putting two and two together.

“Shit! Get those two, dead or alive, and bring me back that file!” he shouted, pointing in the direction of your escape

It wasn’t long before bullets whizzed past your head as you and Jack ran through the garden towards the getaway car. Adrenaline pumped through your veins, minimizing the dull ache on the side of your arm you eventually felt. All you could think about was getting yourself and Jack out of there in one piece.

The moment the car came into view, you pushed yourself further and faster, sliding into the passenger seat as Jack started the engine and drove off with a squeal. There were still bullets that banged against the car, but once Jack stepped on the gas and swerved off the beaten road, you finally allowed yourself a breath of relief.

“Please tell me after all that, you still have the damn file.” Jack said, glancing to his side at your crumpled figure.

Slamming a, albeit slightly bent, manilla file folder onto the dashboard, you let out a dry chuckle. “You’re welcome. Maybe, for once, Thompson, you can just admit that I actually know what I’m – shit!” you suddenly groaned, clutching the side of your arm, and pulling away to reveal red, sticky fingers.

Jack looked over once more at your groan of pain and slammed on the breaks the moment he saw blood. “You got shot?” he all but shouted, turning your body so he could see where a bullet had lodged itself into the side of your arm.

“Thank you, Sherlock.” you breathed out, squeezing your eyes shut as Jack poked and prodded the area. “You’re gonna need to dig it out.” you told him after he continued to sit in silence.

“I know!” Jack snapped, before sighing upon seeing your reaction and approaching the situation softer. “I know, I know, I’m sorry.” he said before stepping out of the car and grabbing the first aid box from the trunk.

Jack quickly opened the passenger side of the door and knelt down so he could reach your wound. “This is gonna sting.” Jack whispered before he began to clean the wound with some of the alcohol from the kit, wincing along with you.

Jack felt his heart clench as you gripped his shoulder in pain, biting your lip. It became even worse when he started to remove the bullet from your arm, though there was nothing that he could do. There was silence between you and Jack, leaving Jack to his own devices. Seeing the blood on your hands and having to dig a bullet out of you made Jack feel as though he had been the one to be shot. In fact, he wished he had been to avoid you going through this pain.

“Got it.” Jack finally announced, throwing the bullet to the side and wrapping your arm in gauze.

“Thank you.” you said, letting out one more hiss of pain.

Instead of responding, Jack let his hand linger on your arm as he poured over every inch of your body, trying to determine if you had been injured anywhere else. There was such an intensity in his eyes that you couldn’t believe this was the same man you bickered with on an almost hourly basis. It had to be some kind of trick your eyes were playing on you from the pain.

“There you go, you’ll be alright.” Jack reassured you, tying the final strip of bandage around your arm, his hands lingered gently. “I gotta say, you really know how to give a fella a heart attack, y/n.”

“Oh please, I’m sure you would’ve forgotten all about me and reveled in all the attention you’d receive from the Chief.” you shot back, deflecting any emotions that could make you look weak and vulnerable.

Jack’s face morphed into one of hurt, and you felt guilty at the way his titled head and soft eyes made him look like a lost puppy. “Is that what you really think of me? That I wouldn’t care if you didn’t make it out of this mission?”

“You don’t like me, Jack. And I don’t like you. That’s how we’ve always operated, what else could I have possibly interpreted from that?” you argued, frustrated that he seemed to be dragging this conversation on.

“That’s not true, and you know it, y/n.” Jack countered, taking both of your hands in his grasp. “Both of us know deep down that this enemies act is self-defense, but I know that after tonight, I can’t pretend anymore. And I’m pretty sure you don’t want to either.”

For the second time that night, Jack cupped your cheeks in his hand, and leaned in. His lips hovered over yours for just a moment, giving you the chance to change your mind, but you launched yourself forward and finally kissed Jack Thompson. The kiss was sweet, but passionate, years of pent-up feelings bubbling over the surface. Jack pulled you close to his body while your fingers played with the hair and the nape of his neck. You had never allowed yourself to imagine this moment, but in that moment you knew you could get used to be kissed by Jack for the rest of your life.

Eventually, the two of you pulled away, foreheads leaning against each other, and your breath the only thing that could be heard in the night air. Jack’s thumb brushed against your cheek, and you leaned into his touch, now unable to reject his touch.

“Wow,” you breathed out. “maybe we should bottle our feelings like that again.” you teased.

“No, I don’t want to not be able to kiss you again.” Jack whispered, before he pulled you back in for another kiss, grateful you were safe in his arms, giving him the rest of his life to spend with you, and making Peggy five dollars richer.

oOoOo

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BNHA Dad scenario: Someone hits you.

Summary: You're around 8 playing or trying to get you parents attention, someone hits accidentally or on purpose, your father took exception to this. and decided to return the favor with interest.

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Shigaraki: All the senior members of the league knew who you were and knew to never mess with Shigaraki's princess, unless they wanted to be a pile of rot on the floor.. however there were was a newbie about 18 years old who just recently joined had no idea who you were and thought you were some street brat and the resident punch bag, so imagine his surprise when he demanded you hand over your Gameboy, and you told him to go suck a lemon bad move.

You were kicked in the ribs sent airborne toward the wall and crashed into and fell to the floor clutching your stomach in pain. "Next time I ask for something you give it to me you little brat!" the boy sneered before looking down at your crying shaking body and heard you calling out. "Daddy...daddy..." He started laughing at your wailing and tried to get everyone else on his side, but no one moved they just stared at (dickhead) in horror he looked at them all confused.

"C'mon what the hells wrong with you guys?" as you were hyperventaling as the door to the back opened in stepped Shigaraki who looked around the bar confused why everyone was so quiet before hearing you crying and wheezing and his red eyes zeroed in on his daughter on the floor and (Dickhead) walking over to him with this shit eating grin holding your Gameboy …

"Hey boss you like gaming, you got any-" Shigaraki shoved him and made a bee-line towards you and he crouched down carefully helped you sit up , you were clutching your ribs. "D-daddy.." you stammered as your dad shushed you and pulled your shirt up, if they thought Tomura was mad before they were wrong! the second he saw the large bruise on your stomach, he saw red... "it's all right Princess Daddy's got you." he cooed picking you up ( he's got gloves on) keeping your face tucked in his shoulder.

Shigaraki then turned towards (dickhead) who's cocky grin turned to a confused pout as he tried processing what was going on, as your dad started slowly walking towards him, stoned faced red eyes alight with rage as he brought his free hand up to his mouth taking his glove off with his teeth, (dickhead)'s face slowly contorted in horror as he realized you weren't some random brat they picked up off streets!

You were his boss's kid! and he punted you across the bar for a toy! "Hey-I-i didn't know man,-s she can have it back-" the last thing he saw was Shigaraki's hand coming for his face, everyone in the bar looked away or down at their drinks "Someone clean that up." Your dad ordered as he calmly put his glove back on and stepped over a pile of dust and clothes as he took you to the doctor to make sure that waste of an NPC didn't break your ribs.

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Kirishima: You were both at the bank you were off to the side fidgeting with your dress waiting for your dad to finish up at the teller and decided to wander around the lobby, checking around if there any candy bowls around here, when you bumped into another adult a balding mad who's back was to you, "oops I'm sorr-" You were cut off by a loud crack! and suddenly you found yourself floor clutch your stinging cheek stunned as this angry red faced man screamed in your face. "I TOLD YOU TO STAY IN THE FUCKING CAR (random boys name!)!?" You there was tense ringing in your ears as you burst out wailing as the demeanor changed as he finally got a good look at you and in horror realized you were a little girl and not his son.

"uh-r" Just then Red blur came running at him and he was punched in the jaw by rock hard fist that sent him flying through the bank's glass door by a very pissed off Eijirou, who looked like was gonna kill him before he felt she daughter hug his leg, which she does when she wants to go home, his red eyes looked down at you the back the man who was being check on by the bank security, then back to you starring back at him tearfully, your dad took a deep breath picked you up and kissed the bruise forming on you cheek, and told manager he'll pay for the window. "YOU'RE MEAN!" you screamed at the man who hit you who was now awake with his actual son who was a teenager was standing awkward to the side looking embarrassed, the man flinched when your dad shot him a glare as you both passed him.

A week later the jerky dad had the gall to try taking your dad to court, the judge got one look at the security footage and your still healing face and laughed in the guys face and threw the case out.

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Dabi: Your mom was the owner of his favorite Dive bar, They don't ask questions and he don't give answers, Anyway mom had stepped out to get weekly restock delivery and left Dabi in charge, things were wrapping up for the night when you had wandered down from the upstairs apartment way passed your bed. "Hey ,Firefly what're you doing up?" he said picking you up and sitting you on his lap.

"Was the music too loud?" You shook your head he hummed you weren't feeling well and woke up, went looking for one of you parents, he felt how hot your forehead was under his chin and frowned. "Want some ginger ale?" he aske rubbing your back you uh-huh'd as your dad leaned over the bar grabbed a glass and went to grab the dispenser hose for the ginger ale.

Meanwhile some scantily dressed chick who been eyeing your dad like a hungry dog all night was angerly made her way over, in her drunken haze she saw another woman cuddled up to him instead of a little girl, stomped over to bar and before Dabi could register what was going on a nasally voice sneered "Get off my man whore!" and a manicured hand suddenly reached out and grabbed a fist full of your hair and tried yanking you out of his lap!

"Eek Daady!" You screamed in pain as your dad whipped around "What the hell?" Dabi snarled grabbing the woman's arm and using his quirk to burn her, the painted hussy let out this pterodactyl like screech and let go of your hair, then you threw up on her legs causing her to scream louder "My shoes!!!?" she shrieked and went to hit you, but Dabi had ignited his hand and stopped her.

"Get the fuck out, before I melt your fucking face..." Dabi hissed as you held on to him like a baby koala crying and shaking like a leaf, Your dad watched the bouncer throw the bitch out, while she bitched and cried about knowing the owner and how he'll beat Dabi's ass. "And then you'll sorry!" she wailed as the bouncer shoved her away. "Oh we'll see about that..." Dabi mused as he tried calming you down and making sure she didn't hurt you too badly.

True to her word the bitch came to complain to the owner not realizing that A. the owner was a woman, B. they were Dabi wife, and C) the mother of that "midget whore" who barfed on her fake designers shoes. Dabi watched from the upstairs window calmly sipping his morning coffee as the woman said her sob story and demanded compensation!

He smirked as your mom nodded calmly put the empty keg she was carrying on her shoulder down on the sidewalk, and without saying a word deck the woman in the face knocking her out cold. "There's your compensation..." She huffed then calmly picked the keg back up and put it on the truck, Dabi whistled at her "Say babe, have I ever told you how much I love you?" he said watching her from the open window your mom blushed flipped him off, he chuckled he could see her smiling.

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Katsuki: it was Kirishima it was you birthday and he was showing his quirk off to some of the kids when you ran into his elbow, knock on your butt sat there for a few seconds as your uncle and parents fussed over you, Eijirou was apologizing to you asking if you were alright? you just stared at them blankly before grimacing, causing your mom to bring her hand up towards your mouth and like that you spat a tooth out into the palm of her hand, her [y/ec] eyes widened while your dad and and uncle started freaking out...

Well.... more like your dad had uncle Kirishima by the shirt collar threatening to destroy him! while Eijirou came saying how sorry he was and it was an accident! while they were yelling your mom checked your mouth carefully counting your teeth, then sighed in relief before turning your dad. "Katsuki...." your dad didn't hear her as he was telling Kirishima to pay for you dental work!

"Katsuki." she tried again, but he was too far gone. "Alright you asked for it!" she yelled finally getting Katsuki's attention when he realized she was going use her quirk. "Hon, wai-" too late your mom snapped her fingers and your dad, still holding Kirishima, was frozen in place. Your mom calmly brought you over to your them and had you open your mouth and show him the "Damage" your dad's red eyes looked at you then back at your mom who was holding the tooth. "He knocked out that tooth... we were gonna have, y'know?" His eyes widened as he realized Shitty-Hair had knocked out a stubborn baby tooth that refuse to fall out, and were gonna have it pulled next week...

Your mom unfroze your dad and he dropped Kirishima before taking the tooth to examine it, making sure it really the right tooth, and he seemed to calm down, muttering an apology to Kirishima, then whispered something to you mom that made her blush. "You better be ready for it..." he purred in her ear, while you stared up at your parents confused. "Ready for what?" you asked innocently they both froze before Kirishima grabbed your hand. "say kiddo, let's see if (Kirishima's kid.) wants to play!" he said making a hasty get away with you.

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