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f1-disaster-bi · 1 month

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Ihm don't know if this is still open (the music ask thingie??)

But if it is lance x lando

And number 48 pretty please 🫶🫶🫶

One of my favourite songs

Work Song - Hozier

Lance didn't know why he had agreed to go to this thing. The wine might be good, but the conversation was mind numbingly dull even for him. He knew people probably just expected him to only talk about racing, but at least that was fun in comparison to the conversation he'd been sucked into. He didn't know how Lando had escaped this event. Maybe it was because Lance was Canadian and to their team principal, that was basically American. It was American sponsors that Zak was trying to woo, and Lance still didn't understand why he decided to bring Lance along considering most of these men were conservatives that were pretending that Lance's very existence as a gay Jewish man wasn't ruffling their feathers. Still, he only had another half an hour to get through so he sipped his wine and pretended to engage while thinking about what he was going to text Lando to order from room service for him when he was on the way back to their hotel. "It's nice to escape the old ball and chain for these things", someone Lance had already forgotten the name of joked, and the rest of the men agreed. "Sometimes I think about trading in for a younger model", someone else joked and it made Lance sick as he sipped his drink because how could they joke like that? He really didn't understand it because there was nothing on this earth or any other universe that would ever stop Lance from finding his way home to Lando. They could burry him in the dirt, six feet under, and Lance would dig until his hands were bloody to get back home to the man he loved. There wasn't a fight in the world Lance wouldn't take on for Lando. He couldn't ever imagine talking about him this way, or wishing for someone else because Lando was his person. Lando was Lance's heart, and as cheesy as it sounded, Lance didn't think he could survive a world without him. "I bet you think about trading your...partner...in for a nice young woman sometimes" someone joked, elbowing him as if Lance was supposed to laugh at that but he didn't. "No, I don't", Lance just gave them his PR smile before looking Zak in the eyes, "I'm going to head out boss man, my husband is waiting for me" Lance knew he'd probably get a scolding text from Zak later, but he didn't care. He simply threw back the rest of his wine and ordered an uber. He didn't stay to see them scramble to come back from their 'joke' or make a comment to his face about 'how sensitive' young people were nowadays. Instead, he waited in the cold and asked Lando to order him a burger and fries, and smiled with he got a love heart and kissy face emoji back in return. The journey was quick, and Lance got to chat about the last hockey match with the driver. Every minute closer to Lando, made Lance smile as he fidgeted with his wedding band until he was walking through the lobby, loosening the stuffy shirt he had worn for the event. Getting to the room was blur until he was standing in front of Lando who grinned at him. His hands already reaching for Lance before Lance even knew he was moving to pull his husband into a kiss that they both felt in their bones. "Thought you wouldn't be back for ages?", Lando muttered as they pulled back, his arms still around his neck as Lance pressed kisses into his cheeks. "Missed you too much", Lance admitted because it was true and because he could. "You sap", Lando smiled, blush spreading across his cheeks and eyes sparkling, "I love you" "I love you too, baby", Lance smiled, and kissed his him again because this? This was worth fighting the world for. He would always come home to him.

#lance/lando #lando/lance #strollis #unexpected au

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demonbanisher · 2 years

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The people have spoken and the people have asked for silly fluff. Don’t ask me where this goes in the universe timeline. I don’t know anymore 😂

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Peekaboo

“Peekaboo!” Sirius said as he opened his hands up to reveal his face to Addie who giggled and hit her hands together in delight. Sirius beamed and closed his hands over his face again, pausing for a moment before another reveal. “Peekaboo!” Addie giggled and then flickered.

Sirius shook his head, certain it must have been a trick of the light. “Peekaboo!” He said again and sure enough there was that flicker, like a glitch in a video game she was there one second, gone and then back again. “Uh Remus?”

“Yeah?” Remus called from the kitchen where he was currently making them lunch.

“Can you come here for a second? I think I might be going mad.”

Remus wandered into the living room and crouched down to join them on the floor. “Not sure how much help I’ll be. I’m just as sleep deprived as you, but I’ll try.”

“Okay, just watch Addie.”

Remus nodded, keeping his eyes trained on their daughter as Sirius put his hands over his face again.

“Peekaboo!” Sirius said.

Remus watched his daughter disappeared and then reappeared again, giggling in delight as her parents stared on in confusion. “What the fuck?”

“Oh thank god,” Sirius said. “I know we’re both tired but I didn’t think we were that tired.”

“Hold on,” Remus said, as he rested one hand against Addie’s back. “Do it again.”

Sirius nodded, obscuring his face and revealing it again. “Peekaboo!”

Addie howled with delight and mirrored his disappearance and reveal with her own.

“She’s still there. I can feel her,” Remus sighed, and leaned back. “I guess her magic has come in.”

“Of course,” Sirius said. “The perfectly logical explanation to our daughter’s disappearance.”

Remus laughed. “How’d yours first appear?”

“I lit the curtains on fire.”

“You what?” Sirius shrugged. “My mom always said I did because I knew they were last season. I know I would have been too little to remember, but I’m certain she wasn’t paying attention and I got tangled up in them and couldn’t get out. I think I just panicked and then boom - curtains en flambe. How very Oscar Wilde of little me.”

Remus smiled lightly. Sirius was always one to wrap his messy childhood up in a joke. Remus believed him that he knew the truth. Magic is just like that sometimes. You can feel it in your soul.

“What about you?” Sirius asked. A little surprised that they’d never had this conversation before, but happy that even after all these years they still had new things to learn about each other. He’d never get tired of getting to unwrap Remus. He was the most perfect gift.

“I had this stuffed dog, Brown. One day my mum was playing with us and Brown just started dancing all on his own.”

“What happened to him?” Sirius asked, recognizing the sad look in Remus’s eyes.

“He didn’t survive Fenrir’s attack. I don’t think there was enough of him left for my mum to sew back together. They got me a new one but it wasn’t the same, ya know?”

Sirius nodded and turned his attention back to Addie. Upon realizing she had an audience again she giggled and flickered once more. “We’re going to give her every once of our childhoods that we never got, aren’t we?”

“Absolutely,” Remus said as he leaned down to blow a raspberry on her cheek and she shrieked in delight.

Sirius tickled her toes playfully, pausing as the full reality of the situation dawned on him. “Remus. We have a disappearing baby. A disappearing baby who can crawl. What the hell are we going to do?”

“Play hide and seek?”

Sirius just looked at him unimpressed.

“Come on. It’s a little funny isn’t it?” He looked at Addie. “Tell Papa it’s funny, little peekaboo.” Hearing her cue she flickered again, smiling up at Sirius.

“Stop trying to calm me down.”

Remus elbowed him in the side playfully. “It’s working at least a little bit, isn’t it?”

“Maybe,” Sirius grumbled.

“What about we make another map? It would be just like we did at Hogwarts except it would be our apartment. That way when she decides to go all invisibility cloak on us we can still see where she is.”

“Isn’t that a little helicopter parenty?” Sirius worried.

“This is for her safety though. We are mostly certainly burning it before she becomes a teenager. There are things I saw on The Marauders Map that I don’t need to know about our daughter.”

Sirius looked at Remus curiously. “You really don’t want to know if she’s sneaking out in the middle of the night?”

“She’s our child. You really think a magical map is going to prevent her from sneaking out in the middle of the night?”

Sirius smirked. “James is going to lose his mind when he hears about this.”

Remus laughed. “Ten bucks he accidentally puts the invisibility cloak on his future baby by accident and calls us in a panic.”

“The odds are not in my favour Moons.”

“Give him a call,” Remus said. “He’ll be so upset if we don’t let him help us with this.”

“Like when we waited a month to tell him we were together and he gave us the silent treatment for a week?”

“It was supposed to be a week,” Remus clarified. “He burst into tears after only half a day because he missed us so much.”

“Who wouldn’t?” Sirius said as he gave Addie one last tickle and then went to go give his brother a call.

James was in fact over the moon. He demanded on coming over immediately to see Addie’s newly developed magic in action. He wanted them to stay up all night working on the map, but Sirius and Remus had to gently remind him they were two very exhausted parents now instead of the exuberant teenagers they once were.

Either way they got the map finished quickly and life went back to normal minus the occasional case of the missing daughter.

Remus was in kitchen just finishing getting dinner ready when he turned to find Addie’s high chair sitting empty. A quick glance at the map showed him she was still there and so, not needing to worry, he faked surprise. “Now, where could my daughter have gone?” He said in an exaggerated tone. “Is she in here?” He exclaimed as he tugged a cupboard open. “Or under here?” he said glancing under the sink. “What about the fridge?” He flung the doors open, smiling to the sound of her laughter. See the thing was they couldn’t see her, but she hadn’t quite figured out yet that it didn’t mean they couldn’t hear her. Remus didn’t mind. If the sounds of her squeaks and squeals was enough to go by, she enjoyed their games of mock hide and go seek as much as he did.

Sirius watched from the doorway as Remus continued his fake search before seeming to bump into Addie accidentally, scooping her up into his arms as he asked if she’d seen his daughter by chance.

He grinned widely as he watched them. His heart, like his family, full of love and wonder and magic.

#wolfstar #wolfstar parents #unexpected au #wolfstar fluff #domestic fluff

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xtaleunderverse · 8 months

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Cross - AU Sexyman 2023

Expect a short animation of this.

#AU Sexyman 2023 #CrossSweep #XTale #this was very unexpected

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naturecalls111 · 1 year

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#lawlu #hs au #trafalgar d water law #monkey d luffy #one piece #happy birthday luffy!!!#for anyone following this series - I cannot stress enough how much this is not their first kiss #non linear narrative for the comic again because it’s Luffy’s birthday so it’s set by the time they’re together #law is just still very shy sometimes from how unexpected luffy can be #teehee

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elitadream · 7 months

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As soon as I began receiving asks about Junior regarding my body swap concept a few days ago, I knew I wanted to add him in a short sequence. 💙

I've considered many different scenes in which he would be included, but there was one in particular that kept coming back to my mind, and it was the exact moment he would agree to safely lead Luigi to "Bowser" (aka Mario). In this specific scenario, he would be mostly oblivious to what's going on, and would thus show palpable mistrust towards Luigi at first, who he doesn't really know and hasn't yet opened up to. But upon seeing how distraught the poor man is, Junior would feel for him and let his guard down. 🤲

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deliciousangelfestival · 8 days

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Unexpected Trip

Character: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary: Some people think you're too good for Bucky, who they see as just a nobody. Little do they know the backstory of both of you from 5 years ago.

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"Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you!" The cheery chorus filled the sunny garden as friends and neighbors gathered around. Balloons bobbed in the breeze, and the table was adorned with a colorful array of treats.

Your son, Tommy, was wide-eyed with wonder at the commotion, his little hands clapping together with glee.

You knew he was too young to remember this day, but the joy on his face was enough to make every moment worthwhile.

Bucky, your husband, stood beside you, a proud smile on his face as he watched Tommy's excitement. "Can you believe he's already three?" you said, leaning over to Bucky, who nodded, his eyes never leaving Tommy.

"I know, it feels like just yesterday we were bringing him home from the hospital," Bucky replied, his voice tinged with nostalgia. "Time really does fly."

As Tommy blew out the candles on his cake, the guests cheered, and Bucky wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close. "I'm so glad we decided to have this party," he said, planting a kiss on your cheek. "Even if he won't remember it, we will."

You smiled, feeling grateful for this moment of togetherness. "Me too," you said, watching Tommy's delighted face. "Here's to many more birthdays filled with love and laughter."

As you, Bucky, and Tommy were lost in your own world of celebration, the neighbors, known gossips of the neighborhood, couldn't resist whispering among themselves.

"I heard she got promoted to become the Director," murmured Mrs. Jenkins, a woman known for her keen interest in everyone's business, her eyes darting over to where you and Bucky stood.

Mrs. Thompson, a perpetually nosy neighbor, chimed in eagerly, "Wow, I knew she's a career woman since the first time I met her." Her voice carried a tone of admiration mixed with a hint of envy.

Standing nearby, Mr. Wilson, a retired gentleman with a penchant for spreading juicy tidbits, leaned in conspiratorially. "And she has a perfect house-husband," he added with a knowing nod in Bucky's direction.

The fourth neighbor, Mrs. Patel, a woman with a sharp tongue and a love for scandal, couldn't resist joining the conversation. "I don't want to sound rude, but she's too good for Bucky. He's just a nobody," she said with a dismissive wave of her hand.

Mrs. Jenkins leaned closer, her eyes widening with exaggerated shock. "And guess what?" she whispered, drawing the others in.

"What?" Mrs. Thompson asked eagerly, her curiosity piqued.

"I heard a rumor that Bucky used to be a driver, like a courier," Mrs. Jenkins revealed,l.

Mrs. Patel gasped dramatically, her hand flying to her chest. "Omg! And he met Y/N? He hit the jackpot!" she exclaimed, her eyes widening as if she had just uncovered a scandalous secret.

Mr. Wilson chuckled, shaking his head in mock disbelief. "I think in Bucky's previous life he saved a universe," he joked, adding to the whimsical nature of the gossip.

Meanwhile, you and Bucky remained oblivious to the whispers behind you, too engrossed in Tommy's joyous laughter as he played with his friends. Bucky had his arm around you, pulling you closer, unaware of the drama unfolding in the background.

Little did the gossiping neighbors know, they were 10% right, at least when it came to the part about Bucky saving someone.

You see, Bucky wasn't just a nobody. He wasn't just a regular driver. To be precise, it all goes back to five years ago.

5 Years Ago

You had just arrived in Russia, alone and shivering from the cold. This wasn't a holiday trip; it was for business.

Unfortunately, your luck had run out, and you were the chosen one sent by your less-than-friendly manager, who knew the bid was a long shot. You were the scapegoat.

It wasn't until you were on the plane, reading the documents, that the truth hit you like a ton of bricks.

Shaking with cold, you reached for your phone and dialed your colleague. "Is there someone to pick me up at the airport?"

"You've arrived? I almost forgot. I suppose someone should be waiting for you. Check to see if there's a sign with your name at the exit gate," came the reply before the call abruptly ended.

"Huh?" You couldn't believe it. The company had tossed you out like yesterday's news, leaving you stranded like a lost child in a foreign country.

"I swear, if I had a lot of money, I'd buy the company's shares and fire every single one of them," you grumbled to yourself, dragging your small suitcase behind you toward the exit gate, uncertain of what awaited you.

As you approached, you spotted a person holding a sign. You gathered your resolve and approached them, saying, "Hi, it's me."

You finally took a good look at the person holding your name sign. He was pretty tall and muscular for a driver, more suited to be a bodyguard.

With a swift motion, he crumpled the paper and tossed it into a nearby trash can. When you finally caught a glimpse of his face, you couldn't help but think, "Damn, he's fine."

He pointed towards your suitcase. "Is that all?" he asked, his voice firm but not unkind.

"Huh? Oh yeah," you replied, momentarily distracted by his good looks.

"Follow me," he said simply, then turned and walked ahead.

You hurried to catch up, feeling a mixture of confusion and intrigue. This wasn't the welcome you expected, but you followed him nonetheless.

After a quick walk, the two of you stopped in front of a black BMW. The design of the car felt straight out of the '90s.

"Get in," Bucky said, opening the backseat door.

You complied, noticing that your driver seemed to be a man of few words. "Um, what's your name?" you asked as you fastened your seatbelt.

"Bucky. Bucky Barnes," he replied, his eyes scanning the surroundings as he started the car.

Then, glancing at the rearview mirror, he added, "Always watch your back."

"What? What do you mean?" you asked, a hint of unease creeping into your voice.

Bucky shifted gears and increased the speed. "Just in case," he said cryptically, his focus on the road ahead.

You couldn't shake off the feeling of mystery surrounding Bucky. As the car smoothly glided through the streets of Russia, you couldn't help but wonder what kind of business you had genuinely stepped into.

Bucky glanced at you through the rearview mirror as the car continued its swift journey through the city. "You came here without knowing anything?" he asked, his voice serious.

"I knew that other countries also put a bid on this project," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady despite the growing unease.

"True," Bucky acknowledged. "Do you know what kind of representatives the other countries sent here too?"

Your voice turned into a whisper, barely audible over the hum of the engine. "Not like me?"

Bucky's eyes flicked to the side mirror, noticing a few cars trailing behind them. " And they've arrived too," he confirmed, his grip on the steering wheel tightening slightly.

Feeling a surge of panic, you turned around to look out the rear window. "Oh, shit," you muttered under your breath.

There was a group of cars following behind you both, and their windows opened. Someone appeared with a gun pointed at your car.

Bucky shifted gears again, the car picking up speed. "Don't bite your tongue, Miss Y/N," he said calmly, his focus unwavering on the road ahead.

You swallowed hard, your heart racing as you realized the gravity of the situation. The cars following them meant trouble; you were right in the middle. Gripping the door handle tightly, you braced for whatever was to come, grateful that Bucky knew what he was doing.

The chase was like something out of a movie, but the fear gripping your heart was all too real. The car Bucky drove was bulletproof, a small comfort in the chaos unfolding around you.

"KYAAA!"

Yet, despite the safety of the car, you couldn't shake off the primal fear that clawed at your chest. This was the first time you had ever found yourself in such a dangerous situation, and the adrenaline surged through your veins.

"Oh god, oh god," you muttered, your voice filled with panic as you clutched onto the door handle, your knuckles turning white.

Bucky, on the other hand, remained surprisingly calm. His hands moved expertly over the steering wheel, navigating through the narrow streets with precision. "Hold on tight," he said, his voice steady despite the chaos outside.

You could hear the sound of gunfire, bullets ricocheting off the car's armored exterior. The world outside seemed to blur as Bucky weaved in and out of traffic, the pursuing cars hot on your tail.

"What do we do? What do we do?" you pleaded, your heart pounding in your chest.

Bucky glanced at you briefly, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Trust me," he said cryptically, before reaching for a button on the dashboard.

With a click, the back of the car transformed. Panels shifted, revealing an array of weapons hidden within. Your eyes widened in disbelief as a gun turret emerged from the rear of the car, whirring to life.

"Oh my god!" you exclaimed, both terrified and amazed at the same time.

Bucky didn't hesitate. He maneuvered the car expertly, aligning the gun turret with the pursuing vehicles. With a press of a button, the turret unleashed a barrage of bullets, hitting the cars behind you with precision.

The sound of metal tearing and tires screeching filled the air as the pursuing vehicles swerved and crashed, their drivers no match for the firepower of Bucky's car.

You watched in awe and horror as the scene unfolded behind you, the adrenaline still coursing through your veins. "I can't believe this," you whispered, your eyes wide with disbelief.

Bucky remained focused, his eyes scanning the road ahead. "Welcome to the world of high-stakes business, Miss Y/N," he said, his voice calm despite the chaos around you.

As you both sped away from the gunfire, the intensity of the moment left you breathless. The adrenaline coursing through your veins made you wonder how Bucky could remain so calm, and how his car seemed to be designed for situations like this.

"Bucky, are you really just a driver?" you asked, your voice filled with astonishment and curiosity.

Bucky, focused on the road ahead, replied without missing a beat. "Most of the time I work as a getaway driver."

"What?!" you exclaimed, unable to hide your surprise.

Bucky glanced at you briefly, a small smirk playing on his lips. "I have a few skills up my sleeve," he said cryptically, his eyes returning to the road as he expertly navigated the streets.

You panted heavily, trying to catch your breath after the intense chase. "Huff... huff... I have to win this damn bid. I almost lost my life. If I win, I will demand a promotion, and for you too, Bucky."

Bucky chuckled. "Thank you," he replied, his laughter mixing with relief as the moment's tension dissipated

Bucky glanced at you, a glimmer of admiration in his eyes. "You know, Miss Y/N, I'm impressed," he said, his voice tinged with respect.

You looked at him, surprised by his words. "Impressed? Why?"

"Because even though you were scared out of your mind back there," Bucky explained, gesturing vaguely to the chaos that had just unfolded, "you still have the drive to win this bid. That takes courage."

A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips, touched by his words. "Well, I don't want to go through all of this for nothing," you replied, a hint of determination in your voice.

Bucky nodded, his expression serious. "I understand. And I believe you have what it takes to succeed."

As the car continued on its journey, you felt a newfound sense of confidence swelling within you. Despite the danger and the unexpected twists, you were determined to make this business trip count. With Bucky by your side, you felt like you could take on anything that came your way.

"Thank you, Bucky," you said, gratitude evident in your voice.

He smiled, a reassuring presence beside you. "Anytime, Miss Y/N. We make a good team."

And at that moment, as the city lights blurred past the windows of the car, you knew that this business trip would be far more than just a bid. It would be an adventure, with Bucky as your unexpected ally.

🚗

After you won the bid, you demanded a meeting with the CEO and threatened to sue the company if you weren't promoted.

Asserting your worth, you stood firm, and the CEO eventually relented, granting you the promotion you rightfully deserved.

As you stood in the office, your evil manager and colleague before you, the air was charged with tension. They both wore expressions of surprise and disbelief, clearly caught off guard by your sudden assertiveness.

"Good afternoon," you began, your voice steady and firm. "I requested this meeting to inform you both that your employment with this company is terminated, effective immediately."

The evil manager scoffed, a hint of arrogance in his voice. "You can't do that. You're just a new employee."

You met his gaze, unwavering. "Actually, as of today, I've been promoted to a position where I have the authority to make such decisions."

The lazy colleague chimed in, who answered your call at the airport. Her voice laced with disdain. "This is ridiculous. You're letting power go to your head."

You shook your head, a steely resolve in your eyes. "No, this is about accountability and integrity. Both of you have demonstrated a lack of professionalism and ethics that is unacceptable in this company. And you make me go alone knowing that the trips was a high risk."

The evil manager tried to argue, but you held up a hand to silence him. "There's no need for further discussion. Your actions have consequences, and now you're facing them."

With that, you handed them their termination letters, each neatly printed with the company seal. The evil manager's face turned red with anger, while the evil colleague's eyes widened in shock.

"This is unfair!" the evil manager shouted, his voice filled with outrage.

You remained calm, unfazed by his outburst. "It's the consequences of your own actions," you replied firmly.

Othrr colleague tried to plead for another chance, but you stood your ground. "I'm sorry, but this is non-negotiable," you said, your tone resolute.

As they gathered their things and left the office, the weight of their absence felt like a burden lifted from their shoulders. You watched them go, feeling a sense of relief and empowerment.

🚗

One day, the memories of Russia tugged at your heartstrings, and you found yourself longing to return, this time for a personal visit to see Bucky. With determination, you booked a flight and arrived at his apartment.

Bucky greeted you warmly, a smile spreading across his face. "Miss Y/N," he said with genuine happiness.

"Bucky," you replied, matching his smile. "I couldn't resist coming back to see you."

You smiled, feeling a rush of excitement and nervousness. "I wanted to thank you," you began, gratitude filling your voice. "For everything. You were there for me in Russia, and I couldn't have done it without you."

Bucky's expression softened, his eyes reflecting genuine warmth. "It was my pleasure. You showed courage and determination. I was just glad to be a part of it."

"I wanted to ask," you continued, gathering your courage, "if you would consider coming with me. With my promotion, I have the opportunity to lead new projects, and I can think of no one better to have by my side."

Bucky's eyes widened in surprise, clearly caught off guard by your offer. After a moment of contemplation, a smile slowly spread across his face. "I would be honored," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "I believe we make a good team."

Bucky smiled warmly, a glint of excitement in his eyes as he grabbed his car keys and jacket. "To celebrate, let me pay for tonight's dinner. My treat," he said, his voice filled with genuine enthusiasm.

You couldn't help but feel gratitude and happiness at his offer. "That sounds wonderful." you replied, a smile spreading across your face.

That's how the love story between you and Bucky started.

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sixtyune · 1 year

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Hear me out: Toppin Peppino

#pizza tower #pizza tower au #toppin au?#The basic premise is that Peppino is turned into a toppin #so he must look for a way to change back as well as continue stopping pizzaface from blowing up his pizzeria #Peppino will have to be a lot more cautious when traversing rooms #but he’ll also gain unexpected advantages from being a toppin #like truce with certain enemies #still cooking in my head #Also: Thank You for all the support and discussion from the pepperoni au server! Really appreciate it ; ;

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 20 days

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Take It Slow

A sequel to Take a Seat

Warnings: allusions to mafia/crime, intimidation, suggestions of verbal and mental abuse, toxicity.

This might just be a drabble, but I'd appreciate a reblog and some feedback! You are loved and appreciated. ❤️❤️❤️❤️

You sit in a haze. You try not to twitch at the prodding beneath you, the obvious delight of your keeper. Thor’s arm wraps around your middle as he holds you in place, making himself your seat, your throne as he proclaimed boldly to Travis’ face. He won’t forgive you for this one, you’ve humiliated him.

Yet, you can hardly worry about that. You can only wonder how this night will end. Will this brute of a man laugh and let you go? It must all be a joke, similar to a hazing, he is testing his man, that’s all. So you will face the consequences of his ploy.

You wiggle uncomfortably as you keep your head down. It’s humiliating how he continues to beckon men to his table, chatting as if your aren’t even there, his arm hooked firmly around you to keep you from escape. He way his hand runs up and down your side, at times venturing down your thigh. You shift again and he groans.

“This one is getting impatient,” Thor chuckles as he brings his hand up the front of your dress and tickles your throat, “as am I. Leave us,” he commands away another man in black, “I think this night over.”

The man leaves and Thor pulls his hand away to snap in the air. Another approaches, the black-haired one Travis told you was the boss’s brother. You stare at the table.

“Brother, clear this place out,” he says, “and see if you can’t find Mallory.”

The slender man takes his order but not without a grumble. He struts away and Thor turns back to kiss your crown, growling as he inhales the scent of your hair, bowing to press his lips to your shoulder. You assume he will hand you back to Travis now so you can spend the night in his wrath.

“What a prize I’ve claimed this night,” Thor rumbles and turns you in his lap, “I see you are tired, kitten, so let me find you a bed.”

He scoops you up in his arms and you squeak in surprise as he stands. He is much taller than you expect. You glance around and he chuckles, bending his knees as he angles you towards the table. You take his intent and reach for your clutch.

“I... what about Travis--”

“Say his name one more time, kitten, and I will have be certain to make him nothing more than a memory,” he girds and fire crawls up your body. His tone is dangerous and his strength is obvious in his easy hold on you. “Forget your old life, sweetheart, I will give you a new one. A better one.”

Your lips part and you close them. You’re too afraid to ask why? Why you? Is this still a game? He can’t mean a life, maybe only a night.

“He doesn’t deserve you and you deserve much better,” Thor purrs as he carries you across the room.

“I...” you murmur into nothing. This cannot be real.

You fall into silence. Not so much accepting as terrified. A man this big, this powerful, is not to be defied. You are in his territory. Travis was right, he shouldn’t have brought you here.

Thor carries you across the lobby of the hotel and angles to hit the elevator button. He stands and waits as you stare at the golden doors. They part and he steps on, turning as he keeps you steady in his arms.

“Top floor, sweetheart,” he says.

You hesitate before you reach out and hit the button. It lights up at your touch and the doors close. You shiver as you rescind your arm against your chest.

“Cold?” He wonders coyly, “I’ll be happy to warm you up, kitten.”

You dip your chin down, horrified by his suggestion. He is not an unattractive man, he is tall, blonde, and well-defined. Any woman, yourself would swoon over him, and yet the situation has you locked in terror.

“Why are you so afraid?” He asks as he nuzzles your hairline, “have I been unkind so far?”

You shake your head, the edges of your vision glossy with the threat of tears.

“So why cower and hide away? I mean only to worship you, kitten.”

You inhaled and clasp onto your purse tightly, stilling the tremble in your, “I... I don’t know.”

“Was he such a man that you would laugh at the idea of me? The way he spoke to you, the way he dragged you around as nothing more than an accessory, I saw no man,” the elevator dings and he steps off, “I saw lesser than you should have.” He stride breezily down the hall to the corner suite, “I will be your king.”

He stops before the door and his chest puffs out, “the door key is in my jacket, would you mind?”

You stare at his collar then let go of your clutch. You slip your hand beneath his blazer and feel the firm muscle beneath his satin shirt, the top button open. You twist around to feel the inside pocket and slip the card free with two fingers. You retract and reach for the door. He lowers you so you can slide the card through.

The censor flashes green and he moves you closer. You turn the handle without prompt and he carries you within. He kicks the door shut with his heel and the snap of it makes you flinch. He marches around the suite, and airy front room with a full bar and sofas, opening onto a high balcony with lights.

He turns through a doorway to the bedroom and takes you to the bed. You brace yourself for the drop, closing your eyes and tensing. How many times had Travis tossed you back so you bit your tongue?

He lays you on the mattress gently and slips his arms out from under you. You slowly open your eyes and look up at him. You sit up as he takes your clutch and sets it on the glass console table near the wall. He rolls his shoulders and groans, slipping free of his jacket.

“What do you expect, my queen? That I should throw you around like a ragdoll? I should mistreat you as that worm must’ve? I feel how you steel yourself. How you wait for me to hurt you,” he faces you as he drapes his jacket over the velvet chair paired with the sleek desk, “it is not my intent to offer anything but delight.”

He comes to stand at the foot of the bed, “you are tense, you could use a hot bath. And in those shoes,” he peers down at your strappy heels, “you must be aching for it.”

You are put off by his suggestion, more innocent than he means. You glance down and tuck your feet back so your skirt hides them. You shrug and rub your naked arm, “I...”

“Kitten, you do not need permission. You say it and I will make it so,” he brings his hand up under your chin, “come, let us wash away this night.”

He squeezes your jaw and you stand. You wave as you’re trapped in his allure. Your eyes cling to his oceanic blue irises, sinking into them as his hand drifts down your neck. His other tickles along your stomach and to your shoulder. He slips the straps of your dress down your arms and guides the fabric down your figure. You quiver at the brush of his rough fingertips.

He reaches around you smoothly to unhook your strapless bra. It falls away as you gasp. His eyes follow it to the floor and he lowers himself to one knee, then the other. He brings his hand around your heel and unclasps the buckle of your shoe. He wiggles your foot free and you stand flat, then he removes the other heel and tosses them aside.

He puts his head straight and leans forward, kissing the front of your panties as he looks up at you. You gape down at him as your body tingles. Another wave flows over you, guilt; betrayal. What would Travis think?

He frames your hips and rolls your panties down your legs. You don’t stop him. His touch grazes your legs and you step out of the dainty fabric. He takes your hand as he gets back to his feet. He tugs on your arm as he turns and guides you away from the bed. Your skin speckles with goosebumps as you enter a spacious bathroom with a square hot tub in the corner.

He leads you to the tub and lets you go. He bends to flip up the faucet and turns it to adjust the temperature. You watch his back as his shoulders stretch the satin tautly. He rises and faces you as he plucks at the buttons.

You stare dumbly at him as he undresses. His muscles are thick but defined, his fingers move lithely, his jaw sets as his eyes blaze back at you. He drops his shirt then bends to pull off his shoes. He undresses, piece by piece, never looking away.

As he pushes down the elastic of his briefs, he has no shame. He is wanting. You try not to look as he smirks and reaches for you. He takes you by the wrist and steers you toward the tub. Without a word, he urges you in ahead of him. He climbs over the side and puts your back to him, lowering you both into the basin.

He leans you against his hard torso and his hands rove and wander over yours, tickling, stroking, cupping as a tremor rolls through you. He purrs and twitches against your back. His hands never stop moving, eager to explore, eager for more.

#thor #dark thor #take a seat #mob au #dark!thor #thor x reader #avengers #mcu #drabble #unexpected series #series #marvel

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atinylittlepain · 1 year

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Unexpected expectings universe where Joel loves their kids so much it makes him selfish and he wants another. So they’re fucking and he’s begging to come inside her and for another baby 😭

so here's the thing

warnings | 18+ alcohol consumption, allusions to smut

having Libby was already a huge emotional, psychological, logistical challenge for the both of them. i just don't think they'd ever even consider having another baby, at least not when they're in their right minds.

however...

There is one time, a little bit after Libby's second birthday, that Tommy manages to get Joel completely sloshed at the Tipsy Bison after a shift. The stubborn fool just cannot back down from a challenge, something that Tommy knows all too well, and had used to his advantage when he bet Joel that he could outdrink him.

Joel goes stumbling home, and when he finds his woman sitting on the couch, bare legs up while she reads a book, his mind goes a little paleolithic.

All she gets from him is a warbly smile before he's literally laying down on top of her, burying his face in her neck and taking a deep inhale of her scent.

"Smell so good, darlin. Always smell so good- and soft-" he cuts himself off with a hiccup that jostles the both of them with its force.

"So soft and pretty- I wanna-" another hiccup, her frustration growing as his words slobber over her neck.

"Wanna see you all soft and round again- give you another-" hiccup, she shoves at his shoulders, trying to get him to at least lift his face from where he's nuzzling into her shoulder now.

"Give you another baby" Oh shit. She freezes under him, before pressing her palm to his forehead to finally get him to look at her. His eyes are glassy, a dopey little smile hanging on his lips, and it all clicks for her.

"How much have you had to drink?" He grunts, shrugging a little. The moment she takes her hand away from his forehead, his face drops back down into her neck, a little "oof" leaving his lips.

"C'mon, mama. You're so- so good with our girls- lemme give you another one." His words are a thick slur, mumbled together between startling hiccups. She's heard quite enough, threading her fingers through his hair and tugging lightly to coax his head back up.

"Oh, Joel. What am I gonna do with you?" His sweet little smile turns into a smarmy grin at that.

"Well I've got a few thoughts actually." She has to laugh. It's rare to see Joel Miller so completely off his head. Unfortunately, he takes her giggling as a good sign, and swoops in for a sloppy kiss. The taste of him confirms her suspicions, and she promptly shoves him off of her. He flops back against the couch cushions, wiping his mouth with the back of his forearm.

"You want it like that tonight? I don't mind it a little rough, darlin." Jesus h. christ. She's never going to let him live this down.

She wordlessly gets up off the couch, grabbing both his wrists to haul him up onto his feet. He slings his arm over her shoulders, hanging a lot of his weight off her as he noses at the side of her face, all while she tries to drag him further through the house.

"You takin me upstairs, mama? I like it when you take charge." She passes right by the stairs, hauling him to the back of the house and out the backdoor, onto the porch in their backyard. She manages to get him down the stairs of the porch and onto the grass, the stupid grin on his face still present as he looks down at her.

"What're we doing out- outside?" It's more of a whine than a question as he tosses his head back on his neck. She has to stifle another laugh.

"You stay right there, ok? I'll be right back with a surprise." That grabs his attention fast, his eyebrows shooting up his forehead.

"A surprise?" She nods, trying to look as serious as possible.

"Mmhmm, but you have to wait right there." When it seems like he really is going to stay in place, after a few failed attempts in which she had to shove him back by his shoulders, she turns to walk around the side of the house. She cranks on the spigot to the garden hose, unraveling it and dragging it back with her.

He grins at her when she pops back around into the backyard, opening his arms out wide.

"I'm ready for my surprise, dar-" Joel doesn't get to finish that particular sentence, not when he yelps as she pulls the hose from behind her back and sprays him with a jet of cold water. She drenches him, even as he lets out a string of curses. His shirt is soaked, sticking to his chest, and his jeans are a much darker shade of blue. His eyes are wide as he looks at her, stuck shocked where he stands.

"When you're sobered up and done acting like a fool you can come inside and dry off."

The next morning, squinting behind a pounding headache, he has to beg her not to tell Tommy about what happened. He'd never let him live it down. She agrees, but on the condition that he has to take on toilet training Libby.

#joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller #joel miller angst #joel miller au #joel miller blurb #the last of us #tlou fanfiction #tlou #joel miller imagine #unexpected expectings

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jayflrt · 9 months

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𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐒 15. 8ball brings nations together

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SUMMARY ▸ in which you work at the starbucks where heeseung is a regular at (and considered a public enemy). also he only goes when he’s stoned off his ass.

#unexpected gigachad rizz from lee heeseung #enhypen #enhypen smau #heeseung fluff #heeseung smau #enhypen imagines #heeseung imagines #lee heeseung #enhypen social media au #heeseung x reader #enhypen reactions #heeseung reactions #enhypen scenarios #heeseung scenarios #enhypen drabbles #heeseung drabbles

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im-totally-not-an-alien-2 · 1 year

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So...anyone remember that version of the Rejected Soulmate AU where Danny turns Tim into a Halfa against his will and Tim developed picture powers and trapped Phantom in a painting?

Well I do and I'm about to make it everyone else's problem.

When Danny is finally released from the painting he is not okay. He had been trapped in an attic where pretty much no one went to and then everyone outright avoided for years.

He was essentially stuck in solitary confinement for Ancients know how long. People don't just walk away from that and get to be perfectly sane afterwords. Whats more was that Dannys core was damaged right before being picturefied. Usually the damage sustained would have been nothing more than the equivalent of a skinned knee but being surrounded on all sides by the essence or not only another ghost but another Halfa...well...when two ghosts mix thier essences together they can create a new core.

A baby.

Unfortunately for Phantom both of them were Halfas and Danny had no access to human requirements such as food and water.

Phantoms body couldn't handle the strain of a pregnancy and he had a miscarriage. Worse still, he was constantly surrounded by Tim's essence so he just...kept getting pregnant and kept having miscarriage after miscarriage. When Danny was released he sobbed. It wasn't unusual so hear sobbing or crying from what was dubbed "Dannys room" all around him were the empty cores of the children he had lost, splayed across the floor without a glow and without a life. He looked up at the wall he had been hanging on and saw a distinct discoloration where his portrait used to be. For the love of the Ancients, how long had be been trapped there??

Danny eventually managed to calm down and went over to one of the boxes that hadn't been touched since Alfred stopped coming he tried not to think about that and quietly dumped the contents out onto the floor and used the box to gather up the so many far too many cores.

He would hold a funeral for them all at a later date, but for now he needed to escape the manor.

Sneaking down the stairs he kept his senses sharp. There seemed to be no one in the manor and it appeared to have been that way for quite some time. Alfred would rise from the grave himself if he knew how much dust had accumulated in his absence.

Danny walked past a puddle on the living room floor absently noting the large stain on the ceiling that periodically let a drop splash down into the dampness below. What had happened here? Clearly Tim hadn't died the rest of the way anytime soon after locking Danny up and throwing away the key, so what was up with the manor? How long had Danny been gone? Did they abandon him along with the house? That thought sent his stomach churning.

He knew Tim didn't want him. He had been okay with that so long as he played with him. Most soulmate bonds were platonic and Danny wasn't above pestering someone for attention. Red Robin had almost always seemed annoyed by his presence though and never really gave him a chance even when he seemed to be having fun with whatever "mini game" he had constructed (he made sure to base them off of Reds own hobbies and likes) he had seemed to be holding himself back. Tim never opened up to Danny.

Now Danny was the one trying to avoid Tim as he slipped out one of the manors secret passageways. Thank you old school money and your paranoid aristocrats. He wondered it Bruce even knew of all the secret passageways the Phantom had scoped out in Wayne Manor as he slipped out of a bush behind some old house on another property. Judging on how he had to phase his way out of the hidden door and under the bushes roots he'd go out on a limb and guess no one had used this one in quite a while.

He decided to still stick to the shadows. Even if he had escaped the manor it didn't change the fact that if Tim didn't already know he escaped he would soon enough and would be out looking for him with the rest of the furry patrol.

What about Hood? Did he still hate him? Danny wasn't even sure what went wrong. One day they were friends and then the next he wouldn't even look at him. Did Tim say something? Would he stoop so low? Either way he didn't think Hood would help him. He could feel Hoods Ecto-signature over in the direction of Crime Alley so he couldn't have been trapped for two long, right?

Wrong. So so wrong. According to the date on the electronic billboard he had been trapped for 133 years. Ancients. In other news Tim Drake had been attacked and fallen into a coma not too long ago, which would explain why Danny was free and not being chased. That and his collar that hid his ecto signature. Every day he's thankful for it.

Now would be the best time to leave Gotham. Now while everyone is distracted and Tim can't shove Danny back into his own private Hell.

By the time Tim realizes Danny is missing he will already be long gone.

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f1-disaster-bi · 2 months

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As someone who just stayed up way too late and read the unexpected series even thought they have work the next day 😅😅😅

I am just saying that ypu have single handed made me a fan of lance/lando pairing and I love it 🫶💘

Wondering if there is ever gonna be more to that series??

I know I have sent in a lot but I just love what you write 🫶🫶

Hopefully not too annoying lol 💘💘

You're not annoying, and I'm glad I could get another person with my Lance/Lando agenda!

Unexpected au was one of first multi-fic au's and it is one of my favorites because it's silly and fun while having some dept to it!

I had started another part, but I never got the motivation to finish it. Maybe someday I'll go back to it, but for now it's on the backburner in terms of WIPs I want to get finished!

Here have a snippet from the long forgotten WIP:

“What the fuck is a peony and why is Chloe yelling at me about them?” Lance laughed as he glanced over his shoulder, licking a spot of pasta sauce off his finger, at Lando’s outburst. Lando was sitting at the island in the kitchen of their new home that they had purchased only a month ago. He had papers spread out beside him, his laptop in front of him and a voice-note from Chloe playing in which she was indeed yelling about peonies.

#unexpected au #strollis #lance/lando #lando/lance #someday i will finish the wedding fic

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demonbanisher · 1 year

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I have no brain to properly link this to the rest of the AU. But if you look at the unexpected au tag on my page you should find it.

TW: medication, postpartum depression

Baby Steps

First steps are a moment that every parent waits for. A moment you catch on camera and share at weddings and gush over with all the other parents. It was meant to be another checkmark on the list of the magical moments with your child. Something that you only got to experience with them once. And it was ruined.

Remus had an inkling for weeks that the medications he’d been taking for his postpartum depression weren’t working. Things around him seemed to be moving slower, duller. After Addie was settled in bed, he seemed to have no energy left for the things that he wanted to do.

But admitting it meant that he’d have to start all over with the medication again. Meant that he’d have to admit that he wasn’t okay and give into the weeks of waiting and side effects and wrong doses all while Addie was growing up around him and he was missing it all or he was there but only in body and not in mind.

It was coming up to Addie’s first birthday which meant a year of this. A year of doctor’s appointments and medications and therapy sessions and more doctor’s appointments and new medication and Remus was sick of it. It felt like his whole life had been one long doctor’s appointment and he was tired of feeling like he was trapped in a game of operation. Just buzzing and twitching on command whenever they poked him in the wrong way. It was supposed to get better. All of this was supposed to get better.

“Moony?” Sirius said, knocking lightly on their half-closed bedroom door.

“Yeah?” Remus said, refocusing on the present. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been looking in their mirror for. He wasn’t sure what he was even looking in the mirror for in the first place.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” Remus said, faking a smile. “Big day.” He felt a wave of emotion welling up in him and he struggled to force it back down. Remus turned back towards the mirror hoping he could trick his brain into remembering what he was doing in the first place. “She asleep?”

“Yep. One small step for Addie. One big step for baby kind. Being a pioneer has the habit of tiring you out.” Sirius paused on instinct waiting for a laugh or a quip or anything from Remus really. “Moons?”

“I’m fine.”

“The meds stopped working again, didn’t they?”

Remus felt tears well up in his eyes and he was so tired of crying. “I don’t know if it’s my stupid werewolf biology, or the hormones, or my broken brain, but I just can’t - I…I thought this was going to be it but this one doesn’t work either.”

“It’s okay. We’ll call your doctor and try again.”

“How long? How long do we keep trying again for? Do I get stable on Addie’s first day of kindergarten or do I have to wait until she’s in high school?”

“Remus -“

“Shit. I’m sorry. I just…I don’t want to miss anything else.”

“Remus,” Sirius said, stepping close to run a hand reassuringly up his arm. “You haven’t missed anything.”

“Yes,” Remus said, feeling the traitorous tears returning. “Yes, I have. She walked for the first time today, Sirius, and it’s like I was watching it from the moon. That adrenaline. That rush of excitement and pride you felt. I didn’t get to experience any of that. I might have well have not been here.”

“Moony-“

“Please Sirius, just for tonight can we not? I’m tired of acting like I believe it’s going to get better.”

Sirius froze for a moment and Remus felt guilt well up inside him. “Okay.”

“It’s not fair,” Remus said, wrapping his arms around himself.

“I know darling,” Sirius said, pulling him against his chest. “I know.”

“Why does no one ever talk about this part?”

“I don’t know, love. I really don’t know.”

“If you - if you wanted to leave me I’d understand. If you think I’m hurting her too much you - you could go.”

Sirius pulled back and took in the agonized expression on Remus’s face as he had forced those words out.

“I need you. We both need you. Even on your bad days.”

“What if all I am are bad days?”

“Well then, that still means some bad days are better than others and maybe if they keep getting a little bit better then we can work back up to good days again.”

“I hate you and your boundless optimism,” Remus mumbled from where he’d buried his head in Sirius’s chest.

What Sirius didn’t tell him was that he wasn’t optimistic at all. He was terrified. He had stayed up late at night turning over every worst case scenario. He knew had badly the world could burn and he was terrified it could hurt them worse still. “Tomorrow. Tomorrow, we’ll call your doctor okay?”

“Tomorrow Addie’s first steps will already be behind her.”

“I know but she still has millions of more steps ahead of her and she’ll need you just as much for all of those. I’ll need you. Don’t give up just because you missed one.”

“Why would you need a mess like me?”

“Because you're my mess.”

“Booooo. Swing and a miss you sap.”

“You’d have thought it was cute if you were feeling better.”

“No, I wouldn’t have. It wasn’t even a pun.”

“Oh, so you want puns now?”

“Noooo,” Remus groaned, trying to squirm out of his grasp.

“Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?”

“No. It took me decades to successfully block your and James’s awful pickup line era from my mind.”

“If you were a fruit, you’d be a fine-apple.”

“Make it stopppp.”

Sirius held on tighter to prevent Remus’s escape. His experience with a squirmy baby coming in handy. “Aside from being sexy, what do you do for a living?”

“Suffer at the whims of my husband.” Remus gave up on squirming and took the limp fish approach instead, hoping Sirius’s arms would tire and he’d give up.

“Something is wrong with my eyes because I can’t take them off you.”

“I hate you and your stupid strong arms.”

“It’s almost like you forgot I hang from things for a living, butttt if you let me borrow a kiss, I promise I’ll give it right back.”He leaned down and started peppering kisses all over Remus.

Remus laughed as he twisted and writhed trying to get out of Sirius’s grasp. Sirius kept up with the terrible pickup lines and Remus proceeded to put his hands over his ears and start singing "lalala not listening." The process continued with both of them getting louder and louder trying to outdo the other until the crackle of the baby monitor interrupted with Addie’s crying. The two of them froze and looked at each other guiltily until they dissolved onto the floor in laughter.

“This is all your fault,” Remus said, burying his face in his hands.

“Well, if you weren’t so cute, I wouldn’t have to seduce you with my beautiful words,” Sirius said, snuggling into his side on the floor.

“Those words were many things. Beautiful was not one of them.”

“I am now ensuring that Addie’s first words are a pickup line.”

“You did not just say you were going to train my daughter to seduce me.”

“Not you,” Sirius said, realizing his mistake too late and trying desperately to course correct. “She’ll be seducing other…babies?”

“Other babies! What are you a seventy-year-old man? If you put her in a future missus onesie I am divorcing you.”

“I would divorce me if I put her in something like that.”

“That doesn’t even make sense! You aren’t married to you.”

“Ugh, stop showing off your brains. It’s not fair.”

“I got all the big brains and you got the massive -“ Remus was caught off by a particularly loud wail for Addie’s room. “Yeah, we better go apologize to her.”

“Don’t worry. You can stay here I got it.”

“Actually,” Remus said, “if she’s ready to get up, maybe we could see if she wants to show us her walking skills again?”

“Yeah?” Sirius said, smiling.

“A little bit better one day at a time, right?”

“Right,” Sirius said, pulling him to his feet. “You know what else gets better one day at a time? This ass.” He said, smacking Remus playfully on the behind.

“That doesn’t even make any sense!”

“You don’t make any sense!”

“Oh my god,” Remus groaned as he followed Sirius out of the room and into the nursery. “Do not teach Addie that.”

“You don’t teach Addie that.”

“Stopppp.”

“You stop.”

Remus followed Sirius into Addie’s room and took charge of getting her up out of the crib and settled for some more playtime. He knew that he wasn’t magically cured but it did mean something to have moments of light. Who knows maybe second steps could be just as special as firsts?

#wolfstar #unexpected au #wolfstar parents #wolfstar fic

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