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A LITTLE BIT OF PAINT | wolfstar x reader

Pairing: R.L. x S.B. x Reader

Word Count: 9.9k

Warnings: smut, threesome, finger fucking, oral (male receiving), handj*b, dry h*mping, thigh ridding, p in v, Remus is a mess, mild Dom!Remus (if you squint really hard), he might also have a praise k!nk, Sirius is a flirt (danger to humanity honestly), homoerotic scenes(?), you and Sirius can’t take your eyes off Rem, Rem can’t take his eyes off you either, consent is sexy!

Prompt: Sirius and you are art students and you’ve got an assignment, a nude painting, but you can’t paint each other. Trying to convict Remus to model for you was hard enough, but painting him, while he looks so damn stunning, might prove a harder endeavour to accomplish.

♡ NSFW: Smut under the cut

“So?” Sirius asked as he leaned onto Remus, “would you do it?”

“Pretty please?” you asked with a small pout and a few blinks.

Remus sighed, “Why don’t you just paint each other?”

Both you and Sirius had been trying to convince Remus to be your nude model for an assignment for the last 20 minutes. He was your best friend, and both you and Sirius had always wanted to use him as a model, but had never been too keen to do it, not even clothed. But you needed him now.

“We can’t do someone we’ve fucked,” Sirius said with a sigh, “We’d already done it otherwise.”

“Just use each other and draw a face from a magazine,” Remus offered.

“It won’t work either,” you responded now, “We’ve both been models for the class, they know our bodies.”

Remus tried not to blush at the thought of Sirius and you, naked in the centre of a room for hours on end while people stared and drew all the small details of your bodies. The details that he assumed had only been seen by the other, now he regretted not taking the class, but scolded himself out of those stupid thoughts.

He sighed, “Ask James?”

“Regulus’ gonna do James,” Sirius responded, “He was obviously more than thrilled to oblige him.”

“We wouldn’t be asking you if we didn’t need you, please Moony!”

Remus looked to the side, licking his lips before biting on the bottom one and sighing, however could he say no to the two of you. “Okay,” he whispered.

“Wait, really?” you asked in disbelief, a huge smile dancing on your lips, it made you look stunning.

He nodded, “But you’ll owe me, big one.”

You leaned in to hug him and then Sirius did the same, both of you sandwiching Moony in between the two of you.

“Anything for Moony,” Sirius added.

Just a few days later, you were outside of one of the classrooms. It was a smaller cosy one that tended to be used for models, with huge windows but near the top of the building so no one would be able to look inside. You had rented it for the rest of the day since both you and Sirius were determined to finish in one sitting, and neither of you was sure if Remus would subject himself to more than that either.

“You think he’ll come?” you asked as you looked at your watch for the third time that day.

“He’ll come, luv. Don’t worry about it.”

You sighed, Remus was seldom late. And it took you some time to convince him, you were scared he wouldn’t want to anymore.

You were fumbling with the keys to the room, and just as you inserted them inside the keyhole, you heard a fumbling at the end of the corridor.

“Sorry I’m late,” he said, his bag hanging on the side and a coat hanging on the other side. I got held up by the traffic, “I brought the car since it said it was gonna rain, thought I could give you both a ride back, when we were done.”

You smiled when you spotted him and flipped the keys as Sirius gave you an “I told you so look”.

Remus was breathing heavily when he reached the two of you, “and then I couldn’t find the room, this place is a bloody maze.”

Both you and Sirius chuckled at that. “We arrived late to our first class,” Sirius said. “The teacher told us we’d have to find our own model for being late and we made a deal to model for each other, that’s how we met.”

“I know,” Remus said. He remembered when Sirius and you became friends, first Sirius didn’t shut up about you, then he introduced you to each other, and he understood why Sirius couldn’t shut up about you. Remus and Sirius went way back, they had been friends since elementary, along with James, Peter, Lily, Marlene and Mary. You had quickly gotten along with all of them, and they had made you a part of their little group.

Finally, the door clicked open and you pushed on it, allowing both boys to get in before shutting it down and putting both the hand lock and the latch bolt. Remus threw you a look. “We’ve heard stories of people walking in on people painting and ruining their stuff by knocking things out. I doubt you’d want someone walking in on you.”

Remus nodded and moved to sit on the small coach on the side. Thankfully the room was designed in a way to make models feel at ease. There was a music box where you could play tapes on the side, a sofa for them to feel comfortable, and then there was a table in the middle of the room. Both you and Sirius walked to the closet and he pulled on the easels while you went for the props you were planning to use. A small basket filled with fruits. “You brought the sheet?”

“On my bag,” he said as he nodded to the side.

“Kay,” you said as you leaned down to get it.

“You may start changing Moons,” Sirius said, as the boy moved to help him with the easel. They had one in their apartment, and Remus already knew how to set it up from seeing Sirius do it so many times before.

He swallowed and made sure to finish setting up the easel before nodding and walking towards the table. Sirius was taking off his leather jacket, and Remus attempted to ignore the way his friend’s muscles bent as he did. Sirius had always been beautiful, but this attraction he felt for his best friend was relatively new, he could barely stand it.

You were still looking for the props when you turned around and spotted Remus pulling his soft brown jumper over his head. He wore a soft beige cotton shirt underneath it that was just a little tight over his arms. You tried not to bite your lips as you stared. Both Sirius and you had talked about how pretty you both thought Remus was, what a shame it was he wasn’t into either of you, if only you knew.

Sirius gave you an amused look, his lips curling into a mocking smile and his brows shooting up and down. You pushed him lightly with your shoulder and walked toward the table before your cheeks warmed even further.

“We’ll do mine first,” Remus explained, at least my sketch, Sirius’ next and then we’ll alternate.

“You’ll do different poses?” Remus asked as he looked up at you, pulling the other shirt over his shoulders little after. Sirius tried not to laugh at the way you were looking at his friend. He had already seen how ripped Remus was, they were roommates, after all.

“Yeah,” you responded as you got a hold of yourself. “We are gonna make it seem like we drew different people.”

Remus nodded in response. He was slightly self-conscious about his scars, he’d gotten them as a kid in an accident. His parents were zoologists and worked with wolves, they had taken a puppy home since he was hurt, and Remus thought it was a dog. He pulled the hurt animal out of the cage to “play with it” but accidentally grabbed him from the part he’d been hurt, the animal retaliated by slashing him, face, torso, back, and legs. Remus had been 4 and had no way to defend himself, he also didn’t want to hurt the puppy so he allowed it to happen. When his parents found him, he was crying in a pool of blood, and the wolf pup had hidden somewhere in their garden.

There was apprehension in your eyes as you stared at his scars, not because they were ugly, you thought Remus was beautiful, but because you thought of the pain they had once caused him. You cleared your throat. “I got this for you,” you explained as you showed him the basket of fruits, you had bought them all yesterday and left them in the small fridge in the room. “You’ll be holding in both of your arms, it’s like a recreation of an older painting,” you explained.

Remus nodded, taking in the information as he fumbled with the button of his trousers. Half focused on what you said, half mortified over getting naked in front of you and Sirius.

You pulled the basket in your hands again, “Kind of like this, okay?” you said as you grabbed the basket in the way he would be grabbing it, giving the fruits one last arrangement and taking a picture for reference in case they moved around. He gave you an understanding nod and you gave him a thumbs up in return. Sirius walked over to take Remus’ clothes from the table, and hastily dropped them over the smaller sofa, bringing over a bottle of wine, a decanter and an empty cup.

“Our concept is based on gods, she’s going for Bacchus,” he explained, Remus was fumbling around with the trousers at the end of his feet, taking longer than he normally would to take off his clothes, Sirius obviously noticed. “She wants to capture the youth and lust of winemaking.”

Remus gave him somewhat of a stern look and Sirius smiled cheekily in return. “And yours?” he asked.

“Eros and Psyche,” Sirius responded with a slight tilt of his head.

“And Psyche?”

“Don’t worry your pretty head with it yet,” Sirius added condescendingly and got a shove from Remus in return.

You were looking at the two of them with a smile, you’d always loved the relationship with the two, there was never a time they were more at ease than when they were with each other.

Sirius sighed, and you smiled. Remus still felt nervous, taking his socks off and keeping his boxers on as he waited for new instructions. Sirius gave him a look as he sat on the window just behind you, and your easel, looking at how you sharpened your pencils and charcoal for sketching. “Would you help me pose him?” You asked, turning your head slightly to Sirius before focusing again on your pencils and canvas, taking a ruler to break down the piece into smaller squares to make sure you got your proportions right.

Sirius nodded, jumped down from the window seal and picked up the white sheet he’d brought from his backpack.

“Time to take them off, mate,” he said. Remus swallowed and nodded, taking off his boxers carefully and throwing them in the same direction Sirius had thrown the rest of his clothes. Then he placed his hand over himself and stared in between you and Sirius nervously. You were still focused on your canvas, so you didn’t quite see the interaction, but Sirius did and smiled. He had the inkling little feeling that maybe Remus was into you. He had told you about it but you had shrugged it off, Remus had become something like your best friend, there was no way.

But Sirius had known Remus for longer than you did, and he knew his friend like he knew the back of his hand –and boy he knew that one well from seeing it so much while painting. And the nervous glances Remus kept throwing your way, made him feel a little more confident of his theory. Perhaps all the two of you needed was a little push, and then that one recurring dream he had could become a reality.

Sirius extended the sheet over Remus and placed it on his arms, just falling off the shoulders like some kind of shawl, he then accommodated the sheet covering one of his legs and his private parts. Remus seemed reassured by that, and Sirius again, tried not to smile knowingly. He then passed Remus the basket and helped him accommodate it in place.

“It's not too heavy is it?”

“Not right now,” Remus said as he held it between his hands. Sirius then proceeded to place his hands on Remus’ bare back and traced his fingers over his friend’s muscles in a reassuring and discreet manner, giving a light squeeze near his neck.

“Relax,” he said as he looked at the boy. Sirius had no idea how little relaxing that devious smile of his was, Remus’ skin burned at his touch. “Lean your head back a little bit, would you?” Remus swallowed and did as told, anything to have Sirius step away before he noticed the things he was actually doing to him. “A little bit more,” Sirius insisted and placed his hand on the boy’s neck. Allowing it to linger as he moved him around as he pleased.

“Hey Angel,” he called, and you looked up, smiling at the sight of the two boys, “Is this all right?”

“Come here,” you told Sirius, he finally let go of Rem and walked towards you, standing just behind the easel just at your side. “What do you think? Isn’t he a little too stiff?”

“Yeah,” Sirius responded.

“Thought so,” you breathed and left your pencil and charcoal on the easel before walking towards Remus. “Close your eyes, would you?” you asked softly. Remus hesitated before doing what told. “Take a deep breath for me, good, that’s good… Remember that time you told me about your trip to Dover? You told me you climbed to the very top of the castle, that it was freezing cold and that no one but you had been brave enough to climb up to the roof. It was empty but there was a thin layer of snow on the ground. So thin that when you pressed your feet, it melted away allowing you to see the stone.

“You mentioned you leaned over the edges and got to see the castle, the grounds and then, then you got to see the ocean.” Remus' tense self was slowly starting to subdue. “You said you could hear the distant waves, and then you felt a small prickle in your cheek.”

“It started snowing,” Remus said softly.

You smiled, took a grape from his basket and placed it near his mouth, pushing it in between his lips. He opened his mouth when he felt the fruit and ate it with a frown, opening his eyes to look at it, and then at you. You were so bloody close to him.

“There you go,” you said with a smile. “Much better now, keep that relaxed face of yours so I can paint it, will you?” you added teasingly. Remus was munching on the grape with a confused and yet amused face. You gave him a short wink and then went back to your spot, missing the slight flush that coated his cheek.

“Comfortable?” Sirius teased.

Remus threw him a look and you swatted Sirius with your pencil softly. “Stop teasing him, he’ll tense again,” you scolded. Remus couldn’t help but smile at the small interaction between the two and you finished up with the sharpening, picking up the pencil and starting to sketch. Remus let his head fall back as you traced, closing his eyes and changing his stance every once in a while, pulling his head off and watching you knit your brows together as you moved your pencil over the canvas.

“You’re getting the proportions wrong,” Sirius said. “His hand is bigger than that.”

You grumbled in return, “I know! I just–“ you pulled an eraser and started to furiously move it over the canvas, Remus was looking at the two of you carefully. “I can’t get it to work out.”

“Want help?”

“You can’t keep helping me when I don’t get the hands right…”

“Why not? You always help me with light and shadow, you’re an expert.”

You sighed, “It’s not the same Sirius.”

“Yes it is,” he said in a no-nonsense kind of way, then he placed his hand over yours, and started guiding your sketch. “Come on, loosen up.”

Meanwhile, Remus was looking at the domestic scene between the two with a mix of admiration and longing. The two of you looked stunning as you painted him, both deeply focused on the canvas, with a casual glance straight at his hand holding the basket, he smiled as he saw Sirius lean even closer to you, obviously unnecessary but something Sirius did often anyway. He had never seen his friend as smitten with a human as he had seen him with you.

Eventually, Sirius let go of your hand and you added a few other touches. “Do you want to start painting or should I start with my sketch first?” he asked.

You turned your head and stared at the cloudy sky, “I’ll use the sunlamp for my lighting, we can do yours if you want, that way you take advantage of natural light for your drawing.”

He nodded, “Okay, get ready, I’ll work on the canvas.”

You sent him a short wink and he walked behind his easel. Remus took the time to put down the basket and accommodate the sheet around him a little better. “Cold?” you asked, “we can turn off the AC.” He shook his head. Just self-conscious then, you realised. Well, he won’t have to worry too much about that.

You took your hoodie off and then, but it wasn’t until you took a hold of your shirt and flipped it over your head that Remus realised what was going on. Your hands were behind your bra when he averted his gaze to the side completely blushed. “Sirius, If you’re painting her, can I leave?”

“Of course not,” Sirius said simply, “I’m painting the both of you.”

“You what?”

“Eros and Psyche, remember?”

“But you said you couldn’t paint people you’ve fucked,” he retorted in a rather accusing manner.

“Yeah, that’s why I’ll switch her hair colour and you’ll cover her face.”

“You never said I’d have to pose with your naked girlfriend!”

“It’s okay Rem, I don’t mind, I’ve been a nude model for the class a couple of times.”

Remus, as he would naturally turn to look at you when you spoke, but quickly turned his head to the side when he realised you were now completely naked.

But I do! He thought as he tried to think of anything other than the curve of your breasts. Naked grandma, naked grandma.

You eyed Sirius, “Maybe we can–“ you started, biting your lip.

“Nonsense. We’re all adults, go on.”

You gave Sirius a stern look and he gave you back an equally determined one, nodding towards Remus, a clear indication for you to walk his way.

You took a deep breath but did what he wanted anyway. Walking towards Remus and gently placing a hand on his shoulder, “Hey, If you really don’t want to do this-“

Remus’ head snapped your way, he focused his eyes on yours as best as he could, “No, I– I just– I wasn’t mentally prepared.”

You smiled and tilted your head. You could see the self-restraint he was using not to look at your chest, Sirius was really trying not to cackle behind you as he sharpened his pencils, “You can look,” you said, “you’re gonna see them anyway Rem.” He gave you a frustrated frown. You smiled teasingly in return.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and looked. He was about ready to just stare for half a second and then move on with his life but he couldn’t quite look away. Not when he saw them perk up for him, his warm breath so close to you causing such a reaction.

“They’re beautiful, aren’t they?” Sirius said with a smile from behind the easel. The kind of confident smile of one who knew he could touch them whenever he wanted.

Remus cleared his throat and looked at Sirius. Naked grandma. NAKED GRANDMA. “Go on with your painting, yeah?”

“You haven’t even posed,” he retorted with a smile. You turned your head over your shoulder to look at your boyfriend, “where do you want me?”

Remus tried not to think of those words, and not to memorise them either. He didn’t want to have dreams about it. Sirius on the other hand, smirked and walked over to the two of you, “Alright mate, time to lose the sheet,” he said as he pulled the one thing covering Remus’ body. While Rem shot to cover himself, Sirius gave you a look and then winked.

You narrowed your eyes at him as you tilted your head, what the hell are you up to, pretty boy?

“Okay, Moony. I need you to sit on the table.” Remus did as told, “Now open your legs a little bit.” Remus gave a stern look to Sirius but did as told, still using his hands to cover himself. “Please Rem,” he added, “I’ll show you mine and you’ll show me yours? Take those hands off, would you? We’ve both seen plenty of dicks already.”

You were looking at Remus’ clavicle as he did, trying to avoid the spot that made him so self-conscious, but Sirius was way bolder than that, and he stared straight at his friend’s cock instead. Was that a twitch? Sirius smiled, bit his lip, and turned back to you.

“You’ll be in between his legs, he’ll have his arms around your arms and his head on your shoulder, is that okay?”

“Okay,” you said simply. Now, had it been any other person, perhaps you wouldn’t have accepted the pose, but this was Remus, you trusted Remus.

Remus, who realised there was no use in arguing, did what Sirius had described, leaning forward so you wouldn’t have to stand so close to him. He tried to avoid his chest brushing into yours, ever the gentleman. Anyone else might have just taken advantage.

Sirius nodded and walked behind his easel again, “Luv, hide your head on his neck, okay?”

“Mhm,” you said and did as told. Being so close to Remus was making you feel things. He was really warm and strong. You enjoyed the way he held you, Sirius could tell. He also knew you as the back of his hand.

“Would you mind leaning in a little closer to him?”

You nodded and did as told. Now your chest was brushing against his, Remus could feel your hardened nipples against his chest, the tip of his ears was now red, even if a good deal of blood was going south. You assumed it was due to embarrassment.

Sirius had already started to draw, and you decided you’d try and ease him, you bent your elbows and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, allowing his grip to become a lot more secure, “It's okay,” you whispered. “Sirius is way faster at sketching than me, he’ll be over in a second. I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable.”

“No, I’m sorry for making this so awkward,” he said softly. “I bet you are used to this and I’m making it weird.”

“Not really,” you said honestly, leaning your head on his shoulder a little more, that was something you had done often, with clothes, though. “I’ve never modelled with anyone other than Sirius. I only said I would because it would be you.”

“You what?” Remus asked, you accommodated and your lips accidentally brushed against his neck, he felt the blush spreading, he was losing control. He couldn’t keep thinking of a naked grandma when he had you pressed against him, whispering on his neck, your warm breath against his skin igniting him like a match against dry leaves.

“I only agreed to Sirius’ pose when he proposed it because you’d be the male model. I don’t like modelling so close to other people.”

Remus sighed, closing his eyes, his cock was already half hard, and here you were talking to him about trusting him to be the male model, he was a total dick.

“Luv, lean in a little closer would you?” Sirius asked.

Remus didn’t even have enough time to give Sirius a warning glance since you confidently did as told, and that’s when you felt it: hard, brushing just under your belly button. You pulled apart just for a second and looked down.

He is huge.

Remus was beet red and staring at Sirius with a mix of exasperation, embarrassment, and anguish. But neither of you seemed to mind, you just pulled your hips slightly back and went back to the previous pose, your nipples brushing against his chest again and making his boner grow even more.

“It’s okay,” you reassured, “It’s actually quite normal, you’d be surprised how many times it happens.”

Remus had his eyes closed shut and was trying not to think, not of your soft chest against him, not of your soft breath fanning against his skin, and certainly not of how close your pussy was to his dick.

You could tell how much more tense he was now. “Do you want to take a break?”

“No,” he said quickly. “Let’s just get over with it.” The last thing Remus needed was to take a break only for it to happen again the minute your skin came into contact with his.

“Are you sure? You’re a lot more tense now, Moons,” you said with a frown as you gently brushed your hand on his soft back, tracing a finger over one of his scars without quite realising you were doing it.

He shook his head, “No, it’s okay.”

“Remus–“ Sirius started.

“It won’t work,” he snapped a little harsher now.

Sirius’s perspicacious look turned into a smirk, he knew he wasn’t imagining things. He gently placed his pencil on the easel and walked over to Remus. “Why not Moony?”

“Sorry?” He asked, nervous. You felt him tense even further and pulled back, he got a glimpse of your breasts again and he only became harder.

“Sirius, you’re making him more nervous,” you added with a frown, your hand still brushing reassuringly on his back.

“No,” he replied, and focused his gaze back on Remus. “I want to know why it wouldn’t work.”

Remus grabbed the basket that was still lying around and placed it over his lap, covering his ever-growing boner.

“You don’t have to respond to that, Rem.”

“He does,” Sirius insisted.

Remus looked at Sirius in disbelief before huffing. “You’re making your bloody gorgeous girlfriend, pose with me and hug me, and lay her head on my shoulder, all while naked. And you’re looking at us, with that, piercing fucking gaze of yours while you do. A break is not going to help because you’ll make us do it again!”

Sirius still had a stern face on, but you noticed the small twist on his lips, he was holding back a smirk.

“Sirius,” you warned.

“No,” he said and focused on Remus again. “Remus, you think my girlfriend’s gorgeous?”

“Everyone thinks your girlfriend’s gorgeous.”

“No, Remus. Do you think she is?”

Remus avoided Sirius’ gaze, red with embarrassment and anger. More at himself than anyone else. His jaw was clenched and his eyes squeezed shut.

Sirius threw you an amused look and you gave him an impatient one. You could tell he was playing with Moony and you didn’t like it one bit. Sirius, though, wasn’t one to stop things so easily, and he pulled you softly from your spot in between his legs and took it, placing both hands on Remus’ shoulders who just tensed even further. He leaned closer to his ear, “I’m asking you something, Remus.”

Remus didn’t reply, the muscles of his jaw clenching and unclenching. You were about to pull Sirius back but he spoke again, “I’m asking because–” he tone was softer, the threatening tone from earlier fading into a more lewd one, “It’s okay of you do,” he whispered, and then pressed his lips to Remus’ tense shoulder. Remus’s eyes snapped open and he spotted you, you gave him a short smile, and then he felt Sirius’s lips pressed against him again, “because we both have the hots for you as well,” Sirius mumbled against his skin.

Remus swallowed thickly at that, and you could feel a familiar pulsing between your legs.

Remus pushed Sirius off, the other boy just stared at his friend with a smile, “don’t play with me, Black!” he warned, angry and steady.

“He’s not,” you interceeded. Sirius was a flirt, it was hard to believe him sometimes, but for you, who had been with him for a while, it was easy to see the shine in his eyes when he saw Remus, it wasn’t there when he saw other men. You walked over to Sirius and took hold of his arm, laying your head gently on his shoulder and allowing your entire front to be exposed to Remus. “The question is, Remus, do you like us back?”

Remus’ breath was caught in his throat, he wasn’t sure what to respond, could he even?

“And what does that mean?”

You shot Sirius a glance, there was a silent understanding between the two of you, a small nod from Sirius, and you walked closer to Remus, “It means we like hanging out with you,” you said softly and took a step towards him, “It means we like having you around, It means we like it when your eyes brighten as you speak of a new book you love and it means we love the way your hair falls on your face when you forget your umbrella and you borrow one of ours.” You were dangerously close to him now, “It means we like it when you stand close to us, it means we would like to touch you,” you placed a hand on his leg, and traced from his knee to the thick of his muscle, and left it there while making soft circles with your thumb.

“It means when we invited you to model for us we were being selfish, we wanted to have more of you than we normally did,” Sirius said, also walking closer, “It means I specifically had to wear bigger pants because I knew the moment I saw you naked along with her, my mind would roam, and take me back to my dreams.”

“Your dreams?” Remus asked as he gulped, gaze darting between your hand on his leg and Sirius approaching both of you.

“Our dreams,” you interceeded, having him turn back to look at your face. “The question is, Remus–“ You grabbed onto the basket and started to drag it away from him. “Do you want us? Or is this just a natural reaction?” you asked, nodding back to his hard cock, trying not to lick your lips as you did.

Sirius still hadn’t touched Remus, but he was standing so close he’d only have to lean in to kiss the boy’s neck. “I–“ Remus hesitated, and looked at Sirius, trying to find confirmation. He could barely believe what was going on, perhaps he had fallen asleep on your shoulder and this was just a figment of his eager imagination.

Sirius smiled and nodded down. His pants were big, but not big enough to hide the tent that had formed in his pants. Remus swallowed again. By now you had already discarded the basket of fruit, a couple of them rolling out and scattering on the floor with a loud thud. None of the three seemed to hear it, all of your gazes were firmly set on each other.

“It is real, Remus,” you said and leaned close enough to kiss his neck near the spot Sirius had kissed initially. You had wanted to do that while Sirius was sketching the two of you, and you took the chance to finally do it. Still, neither you nor Sirius had touched Remus’ cock, you wanted him to say yes before you did something irreparable. But unlike Sirius, you didn’t leave your kiss as a small innocent one, instead, you opened your mouth to his skin and started licking and sucking lightly.

A strangled moan escaped Remus’ lips. and you smiled, continuing to kiss him in the same way, eager to hear the sound again.

“Should we take that as a yes?” Sirius asked, voice raspy and low from how turned on he was at the sight of the two of you.

Remus let out a soft scoff, and then he pulled you from his neck, he hated the disappointed glance you had as he held your face in between his hands. Your eyes were blown with lust and your lips were wet from the kiss.

You swallowed, ready to pull apart but Remus dragged your head towards his and leaned in just enough to plant a desperate kiss on your lips. You were surprised at first but quickly melted into him, moaning as he dragged his demanding tongue over your lips, which only fueled him further, he wanted to hear those sounds, he wanted to hear the both of you make those sounds over and over again until he was deafened by them.

“Yes,” he whispered as he pulled apart, panting for air and dropping smaller kisses around your face, “bloody hell yes!” he insisted.

Sirius leaned in, and whispered on Moony’s ear, “Should have told us earlier.” He pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, but quickly moved down to kiss the boys jaw, “We’ve been dreaming about you for months.”

“Imagine my surprise when Sirius woke me up, panting your name,” you said, “I thought it was a nightmare until I felt how hard he was.”

Remus sighed and leaned his head on your shoulder as Sirius continued to kiss him, you took that as an opportunity to place your hand on his back again, allowing your fingers to feel and touch every single part of him that you hadn’t been able to touch earlier, and that you found absolutely stunning.

Another moan escaped Remus’ mouth when he felt your hand on his back, and Sirius smiled, the wicked smile of his and he pulled apart from his neck and easily sat on the table before moving behind Remus in a kneeling position, taking both of his shoulder and pulling him back from the hunch he’d been on. The sight of both boys almost set you on fire, Sirius noticed, he noticed almost everything.

“Moony, love,” he said as he leaned into the boy’s neck and allowed his hand to softly massage Remus’ back muscles, “Isn’t she stunning?”

You threw Sirius an inquisitive look and he just winked, he seemed to always know what to do.

“She is,” Remus breathed, eyes hooded as he allowed Sirius to touch him, clearly lost on him.

Sirius smiled, “I want you to touch her,” he said with a smirk, “touch her like you wanted to touch her when I was drawing the two of you behind the easel. I saw you looking at her, I saw the way your hands fought to stay in place.”

“Sirius,” Remus warned.

But Sirirus’ smirk only grew wider, he knew his words were sending both you and Remus into a state of absolute frenzy, all he’d have to do was push you into each other, “Touch her, I know she wants it as much as you do.”

Remus was hesitant, but he placed his hand on your shoulder and dragged you closer to the two of them in a soft pull. You looked up at him and smiled, squaring your shoulders and allowing him to see your almost throbbing nipples, desperate to be touched, and to be held by either of the two.

He was slow and hesitant, allowing his hand to fall from your shoulder to your arms, and then to your waist, and to the small of your back. Sirius placed a soft kiss just over Remus’ ear and then whispered, “Touch her, Remus, touch the place you’ve wanted to touch since you saw that little black bra of hers that makes me lose my mind.”

Remus breathed, he remembered the little piece perfectly, he allowed his hand to drag up, and let his thumb rest right under your breast, feeling the soft bounce of it and gently rubbing underneath, an innocent touch, almost a graze, nothing in comparison to the way Sirius would sometimes grab at them, and yet, it was just making you wetter. “Remus,” you whined as you leaned your head on his free shoulder. That seemed to be the fuel he needed to drag his hand even further up and allow his thumb to brush against your nipple. You clenched against nothing as he did, and moaned. He had a small scar tracing just around his thumb, the feeling of textures against your skin dragging you to heaven.

Sirius smiled at your reactions and started to kiss his neck. Which had Remus’ head tilt back in pleasure. That’s when you leaned your hand down again, eager to feel him, you were gentle and decided to give him enough time to stop you if he wanted, but the slow massaging of your hand towards his cock was only making Remus grow harder, a small droplet of precum already coming from his tip. He hadn’t even dared to dream of such a moment, and here you were, making it happen. When your hand finally wrapped around him he let out a breathy moan, his hand on your breast tightening. You smiled and pressed a soft kiss to his shoulder.

“May I?” you asked softly.

“Please,” he managed to say, Sirius chuckled at his neediness but Remus was quicker and pulled on his hair to drag him to his mouth. The longer-haired boy was surprised at first but quickly smirked into Remus’ demanding kiss, swallowing all the moans that would leave him as you slowly brushed your fingers over his cock. First, tracing a thin line from the bottom to the top, right over the pulsing vein. And then you wrapped your hand around him, firm but gentle, and rubbed the tip with your thumb.

Sirius pulled from the kiss that Remus chased into just to let you hear his moans and whispered, “Do you hear that, love?” he said as he placed a hand on Remus’ neck to keep his desperate lips from crashing against his mouth again. “You’re turning him into an animal.”

“We are,” you responded and tightened your grip around him, starting only now to gently stroke. You got to hear another moan from Moony before Sirius returned to kiss him. You leaned your head on Remus’ shoulder again, that place proving to be one of your favourite sports of the night, and started to trace kisses up his neck. You could feel his reactions in the way he would sometimes squeeze your breasts a little harder, or when he moved his hand down your waist. “And he makes such lovely sounds, doesn’t he?”

Sirius hummed in return, not daring to tear his lips away from the kiss.

Then you reached Remus’ ear. “If only you knew how wet you’re making me,” you whispered, a sly, fox-like smile appearing on your lips. Sirius threw you a side glance in between kisses and raised one of his eyebrows at you.

“Show him then,” he said before going back to kiss Remus, but using one of his hands to place it on the boy’s waist. “Pull back a little, Moons.”

Remus did as told, giving you enough space to be able to climb into the table as well, both legs on either side of one of his, and then slowly you let yourself down onto him, sighting at the feeling of his muscles against your sex. Remus gave you an encouraging squeeze on the waist, and that was enough for you to start grinding yourself onto his leg. Somehow, you managed to maintain the strokes on his cock as you rubbed onto him.

“Do you feel that, love?” Sirius asked as he broke the kiss to have the two of them look at you. You had your eyes closed and were focused on both your hips and hand movements. You felt Remus’ cock twitch, but you didn’t know it had been because he was looking at you. “Do you feel how wet you’ve made her?”

Remus looked at his glistening leg as you slid down and then up again, firmly pressing yourself against him, even if it was hard with the position you were in. He flexed his muscles and he felt your hand tremble in his cock, “She’s so pretty, Pads. You get to see her like this all the time?”

Sirius chuckled and decided to kiss Remus’ neck, so they could both continue delighting at the sight of you riding his leg. Remus seemed hesitant at first, but he dragged his hand down to your waist and towards your leg. Clearly giving in to the temptation to touch.

“Go ahead, she likes it,” Sirius encouraged in a chuckle and Remus didn’t think twice. You stiffened when you felt his hand brush against you as you pushed yourself into him, now opening your eyes to figure out whose hand had been bold enough. You smirked when you realised who it had been.

“Still curious?” you asked and pushed yourself towards his hand again.

Remus didn’t speak, instead, he focused on brushing his fingers over your folds which had you sight in content. But Remus was slightly hesitant as if he wasn’t sure how to touch you properly. When Sirius realised the lack of moans, he decided he’d help. He placed a quick kiss on Remus’ temple and then moved behind him again. Allowing one of his hands to rest on Moony’s neck and then using the other to trace his arm until he reached the hesitant hand still brushing against your sensitive spots.

“Like this,” he said as he took hold of his hand and started making his movements more determined. You moaned at the new, more purposeful touch, and Sirius’ smirk grew. “Slow and determined,” he instructed. Remus himself found your clit after that, and he gently pressed his finger over it, testing.

“Fuck do that again,” you managed to whisper as you leaned your head on his shoulder again, Sirius placed a soft comforting kiss on your temple, your hands on Remus’ cock becoming dumber as the pleasure consumed you.

Remus did as told, and you moved your hips towards his fingers almost instinctively. “Such a fast learner,” Sirius praised, and you’d swear you saw Remus inflate slightly at his words.

“Yeah, Moony!” you sighed, voice mellow, something in between words and a moan. “You’re amazing,” you added as you kissed his neck, chasing all the way to his mouth. The hand that Sirius used to teach him, had long forgotten its purpose and had somehow found its way to your breast, pinching and squeezing like he knew you loved. His lips glued to Moony’s neck in the meantime.

Moony pressed a tentative finger to your entrance, you smiled into the kiss, and pushed into him, he bit your lips as his finger dug inside you, “Fuck,” he whispered into your mouth, “so tight.” You clenched around him, as you pulled from the kiss and brushed the tip of his cock with your thumb, you were eager to hear another one of those melodic moans of his. And you did, reeling on the power he had given you before going back to kiss him.

“She is Moony, it’ll feel insane around your cock too, I promise,” Sirius whispered to his ear. If you had been thinking properly, you might have swatted him for assuming how things would end, but the idea of having Remus’ cock inside of you only made you wetter, your hips chasing his finger a little more desperate as you used it to chase your own pleasure.

Remus used his free hand to take yours from his cock and placed it on his shoulder since he knew that would help you be a little more steady, he missed your touch, but the moans he pulled from you were enough compensation. He went for another finger and you moaned at how much more full you felt. Remus had longer fingers than Sirius did, and the scars added a layer of textures that you had never felt before but that you could easily get used to.

His touch was much more curious and soft than Sirius’ had been the first time, and you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t aiding you into a state of absolute bliss. Sirius, ever the clever, figured out you were close in a second. He pulled Moony deeper into the table, pulling you along with him, took off his shirt and moved behind you. Both of his tights around yours, Moony’s in between. He pressed himself onto you allowing you to feel his warm and slightly sweaty skin. You could feel his boner pressing onto your ass which had you sight in pleasure.

“How’s that, my love,” he said. “Do you like having Moony’s hand all over you? His fingers inside?”

“Sirius,” you sighed. His hands were now on your hips, helping you ride Moony’s fingers with much more ease. Moony’s fingers got faster, and you could feel Sirius holding back from dry humping you from behind, his hips sometimes chasing against your ass, you had neglected him a little. “Like that,” you managed to whisper once Remus did a particular movement, a flick of his finger, and he instantly repeated it.

“She’s close Moony,” Sirius warmed as he felt you tense, he moved his hands on your body reassuringly, but in the way that he knew you loved, you tensed, tightening around Remus’ fingers, and then let out a long, and quiet moan. “There you go,” Sirius added softly as he brushed his fingers over your leg, both of them helping you ride down from your high. Eventually, Remus took his fingers from inside you and placed a reassuring hand on your leg. You closed your eyes, head still pressed onto his shoulder as you breathed in, Remus had always smelled delightful, but you’d swear he smelled even better today.

You then reached your hand down but Sirius beat you to it, “My turn,” he said as he pushed you closer to Remus and took a hold of his cock. “You don’t mind, do you?” he asked Remus with a smile, knowing well his answer.

Remus gulped and shook his head, which had Sirius smile like a wolf and start playing around with his friend’s cock. He clearly knew what he was doing much better than you did since he had Remus panting and moaning a lot faster than you had. He also had you firmly pressed against Remus as he touched him, if you had wanted to –which you obviously didn’t– you wouldn’t be likely to get out in between the two. Still, you busied yourself with kissing Remus’ neck again, that spot that you seemed to be addicted to.

Remus sighed, and you started to brush your hands all over his body, moaning and grunting growing louder. Sirius felt his friend’s cock twitch in his hand and he knew he was close, so he stopped. Remus gave him a pleading look but he pulled his hand back completely and the you along with him. You didn’t realise what was going on until you saw Remus’ throbbing cock and confused look.

“Sirius!” you reprimanded. Remus seemed to be struggling to form proper words.

“He won’t get to fuck you if he comes into my hand,” Sirius responded then leaned his head into your shoulder and looked at Remus with a knowing pout. “Would you rather come into my hand than feel her tight little pussy around you, Moons?”

Remus scoffed. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting by getting sexually involved with Sirius Black, but he should have fucking expected this kind of behaviour.

Sirius smiled, “How about we help him cool down a little but keep him hard, darling?”

You leaned your head back onto Sirius, opening your legs a little for Remus to get a better view of your glistening sex. “What do you like, Remus?” You asked in the most innocent tone. As if you were asking about the taste of ice cream he preferred and not the kind of shit that turned him on.

But frankly, neither you nor Sirius would have to do anything special to turn him on, he already pretty much worshipped you. Remus was still at a loss of words, he stared at both of you, then down between your legs and then up at your faces again.

“Do you want me to eat her out?” Sirius asked as he tilted his head.

“Or would you rather see me blow him?”

“Cowgirl?”

“Doggie?”

Remus was sure that if you didn’t stop you, you might just list the entire kamasutra before he made a choice, “anything.”

You tsked and shook your head, “No, Moons, that’s not the deal,” you replied. “What do you want?”

Again, he saw you tense and relax between your legs as you asked him, and he didn’t miss the smirk that drew on your lips when he started. “I want” –he hesitated– “touch him.”

“Your wish is my command,” you said with a smirk and instantly turned to Sirius, making sure to have him spin around enough so that you wouldn’t have Remus just look at your back, although he would have been more than happy staring at the way your ass moved.

“Did you hear that, Pads?”

Sirius hummed in response as he helped you accommodate, you were now cradling him. You first went for a kiss, soft, but demanding, as you two kissed, you lowered one of your hands and gripped Sirius over his pants. He moaned into your mouth and you pulled back from the kiss, no matter how addictive his lips were, you wanted Remus to hear his precious moans as well.

Remus’ hands were itching to go back to his cock when he heard Sirius’ moan. He was too pretty, both of you were, he could still barely believe what was happening, but he sure loved every bit of it. “Help me get this off,” you said as you turned to Remus and pressed your hands onto Sirius’ belt.

He raised his eyebrows amused and you gave him a short wink. He did as told. Leaning in closer and unbuckling the belt before sliding it off Sirius who was a moaning mess since your hand was still on him. Once Remus managed to move the button off, you were quick to digg your hand in and Sirius raised his hips a little to take it off along with his boxers.

Remus’ cock twitched when he saw Sirius’ hard and proud. He wanted to touch it as much as he wanted to see you touch it, but he wasn’t sure Sirius would want him to touch it so instead he moved his desperate hand to the boy’s neck. You smiled at that and brushed yourself against him, passing his cock over your folds a few times to coat him with your wetness before gripping at him securely.

“Sto–p teasing,” Sirius managed to say, and you laughed, placing a soft kiss to his cheek before wrapping your hand around him and starting to stroke. Remus seemed fascinated by the way you moved your hand on Pads, like you knew exactly what he wanted when he moaned or moved his hips slightly to the side. At some point Sirius started to chase your hand with his hips as well but Remus placed his hand on his legs to keep him down. Sirius turned to the boy with a frown and Remus smirked.

“I said I wanted her to touch you, not for you to fuck her hand,” he replied in a low tone.

You giggled at the stifled moan that left Sirius’ lips when Moony said that, and continued with your strokes, turning your wrist so you had a bit more control and toying with the tip whenever your thumb got close enough to it.

“Close,” Sirius breathed and you smiled, looking at Moony with a small smirk before pulling back a little from both of them but still stroking. Then you pulled further down and Sirius almost came in your hands at the mere image of what you were about to do. You pressed a kiss to kiss your stomach, and gently lowered down, allowing your nipples to brush over his cock causing him to shudder.

You licked your lips before going down and pressing a soft and gentle kiss over his tip, you could feel the blood rushing and his cock twitching. You then pressed your tongue to him and Sirius let out a low, almost imperceptible groan. The first, soft splurt of his cum fell on the outside of your mouth before you wrapped your lips around him and sucked the rest of him dry. By the time you were done, Sirius was panting and gripping onto Remus’ leg as he attempted to catch a breath. You raised yourself back up to look at them both.

You opened your mouth to show you had yet to swallow it all and then turned to Remus, “Want a taste?”

Sirius was already sore, and yet when Moony nodded and pulled you in for a desperate kiss, he swore he felt himself twitch again. In a matter of seconds, you had climbed onto his lap, leaning into the kiss and only pulling apart to see his reaction, a line of spit still connected the two of you as smirked.

“Fuck,” Sirius said in a low moan at the sight.

“How was it?” you asked as you bit your lip.

Remus tilted his head and dragged your hips to his, “Is not over yet, is it?”

“I meant the taste,” you replied as you rolled your hips on his cock.

He licked his lips, and laid his head on your shoulder as he looked at Sirius. “Fucking delicious,” he said.

You pressed a soft kiss to his neck. “Bet,” you added before rolling your hips against his again. “Ready?”

“Mhm.”

“Good,” you said, and then lifted yourself, brushing on his cock a couple of times before bringing your hand down to it, brushing his tip on you, making sure to brush your clit, and then slowly, sinking yourself onto him.

You breathed out as you did, getting used to his size, and he waited patiently for you to finish.

“You all right?” he asked softly.

You let out a breathy “Yeah.”

“Tell me when I can start moving.” You squeezed your walls around him. “Fuck–“

Sirius laughed from the side and placed a hand on Remus’ arm, “Did I not mention she has a tendency to do that? I almost came the first time she did it to me.”

You squeezed again and then started to move, slow and steady at first, Remus was a groaning mess again and it only fueled your resolve to continue moving and squeezing, eventually, his hips started thrusting up into yours and your movements seemed to synchronise.

“Touch her too,” Sirius suggested and Remus did as told, quickly bringing one the hands that rested on your waist to your clit. You started to roll your hips so you could increase the pressure and he helped by moving his finger closer.

“Is that good?”

“Fuck yes,” you responded.

You continued for a while, and you felt Remus get extremely close, if his moaning indicated anything but then he stopped thrusting into you and you slowed your pace with a questioning frown.

“Can…” he panted. “Can I try something?”

You nodded in return and Remus smiled, he pulled you up with his hands on your waist –his cock still inside you– and flipped you around, now your back was laying on Sirius’ chest and you could feel his semi-hard on your ass.

“Moony what are you–“ he started but was shut up by a kiss as he thrusted into you. Both the kiss and your asscheeks brushing onto him had Sirius harden even more as Remus thrust in and out of you.

“Touch her the way she likes,” he said to Sirius in between kisses and the other boy did exactly that, chasing in between the entanglement of bodies until he found your clit, tentatively, he brushed his hand down to feel where Remus and your body connected and Remus moaned at the feeling of Sirius’ hands on him again. “I said touch her,” he added with a sigh, “I want her to come again.”

Sirius smiled and pressed a short kiss to Remus’ lips. “Your wish is my command.”

Seconds later Sirius’ expert fingers were on you, brushing and circling your clit the way that made you brainless, your ass pressed onto his cock and Remus rutting into you quickly made you feel absolute bliss.

“I’m about to–“

“She as well,” Sirius said as he felt the way you moved on top of him.

Remus reeled at the thought and groaned out as he started to come, he tried to pull out but Sirius was quick to keep him in place. “She’s taking something,” he said simply, and that was enough for Remus to allow your walls to milk him. As he did, Sirius was fast with his hand and you were cumming on Remus’ cock, squeezing him even more as his pace started to slow down.

Sirius, who was already sore, came for the second time that night a little after, surprising you since you were not expecting to feel the sticky wetness against your ass.

Remus felt it too, since part of it spluttered all the way to his legs and he looked at Sirius with a mildly impressed stare.

“You two are fucking hot,” he said, unapologetically. Remus pushed into you a couple more times and then he allowed his weight to fall on both of you.

“Too heavy?” he managed to ask.

“No,” you said as you accommodated your head next to Sirius’ and pressed a soft kiss to his jaw. He sighed in contentment.

Eventually, Remus drew himself out of you and then pulled back from his position on top and instead laid with his back against the table. He bit his lip, “I guess you’ll have to find another model.”

“No way in hell we’re ever gonna look for another model,” you said with a laugh, also rolling from Sirius and letting yourself fall right in between the two of them, “Moony’s just perfect, isn’t he?”

“Thought you couldn’t paint someone you’d fucked…” he breathed.

Sirius laughed, “Well, they don’t have to know we’re a thing…”

Remus felt so many emotions at once, you were a thing, but also Sirius doesn't want people to know.

“…until after we’ve handed in the paintings, and gotten our grades,” he added with a cheeky smile.

“Besides, the sun is gone,” you added. “We’ll have to come back another day.”

“Didn’t you mention a sunlamp or something?” Remus asked.

“We’ll have to come another day,” you repeated with a smirk. And Remus gave you an impressed look.

“Do you guys have anything to do?” Sirius asked.

You shook your head and Remus said a quick “No.”

“Why?” you asked.

“I think Prongs is sleeping over at Reggie’s.”

“Is he now?” Remus questioned.

“I thought we could have a sleepover of our own.”

You scoffed a laugh, of sleep, it wouldn’t have much.

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How Seventeen react when you tell them you’re pregnant

Scoups - Goes into planning mode

Although you were shocked and a little scared to discover you were pregnant part of you relaxed when you remembered who your partner was.

The second you told Scoups and established you wanted to keep the baby he was in organisation mode. He immediately started listing everything he was going to do to make this as easy as possible for you. First was getting you the best doctors and medical care possible. Then he moved onto delaying his military enrollment so he could be with you in the early years when babies are most stressful. His mind was rapidly covering all avenues, from pre-schools and buying a home together to potentially moving so you could be closer to your family when he stopped, realising you hadn't said anything.

Y/n are you okay?" he asked and you nodded smiling "yeah I just realised I'm the luckiest woman in the world having you as my partner. You just listed tons of things I didn't even think of, you're so well prepared". Scoups blushed "ow well...I just want to make things as good as possible for you and the baby". You smiled "they will be but we don't have to do anything just yet, why don't we sit and take it all in". Scoups nodded "okay, take it all in...Y/n we're going to be parents" he said as if the thought just occurred to him and you laughed "yep and amazing ones too". Scoups nodded and hugged you "I'll make sure of it if it's the last thing I do".

Jeonghan - Calms you down and assures you everything is going to be okay

Jeonghan could always tell when you were nervous and he always knew how to calm you down.

When he realised you'd hardly eaten anything throughout dinner he knew something was wrong and he asked you what was up. Then you broke down and it all spilled out. "I'm happy but also just so in shock, I have no idea what we're going to do" you cried and Jeonghan nodded.

He carefully eased you into a chair and took your hand "Y/n just breathe okay, everything is going to be okay I promise". "But how?" you asked "I have no idea if I'll be a good mother Jeonghan or if I can do this". Jeonghan took your hand "that's just the fear talking. I've seen you around kids and they love you! You're the strongest person I've ever seen, you'll be an amazing mother and I promise I'm going to be right beside you every step of the way". "You promise?" you asked and he nodded "I swear, now come here" and he wrapped you up in a hug. You cried a little more and then Jeonghan soon had you laughing and feeling better. You both started looking online for fun baby clothes and toys and by the end of it you were smiling again. All thanks to Jeonghan.

Joshua - Incredibly wholesome

When you told Joshua it felt like some k-drama, the moment was that perfect. You'd been waiting for the right time to tell Joshua all night but things kept happening. First Joshua had a tough day at work and was really tired, then dinner was ruined so you had to go out to eat and then your car broke down so you had to walk home. You weren't far away when you passed a neighbour with their child. You said hello and Joshua smiled "their kid is so cute, I can't wait until we have one too" and that seemed to be like fate intervening so you told Joshua that moment would be sooner than he thought. The world seemed to slow and Joshua's whole posture changed. He looked at you, his eyes suddenly more alert and brighter "what?". You repeated yourself quietly and added "I'm pregnant...we're going to have a baby". A smile lit up Joshua's face and he tentatively looked at your stomach "we are?". You laughed "well according to two pregnancy tests and a doctor, yeah". Joshua laughed and swept towards you gently "this is the best news I've ever heard, I'm so happy" and he held you against him. Then it began to snow and you really did look around for the camera crew but no it was just you and Joshua but in nine months there would be a new edition.

Jun - Doesn't quite get what you're saying

"Jun you're going to be a dad" you said and he nodded "yeah hopefully someday, do you want the last piece of pizza".

You paused a little confused how easily he’d gotten over that news and tried again. You shook your head "no Jun I...". "Are you sure? It's got all the toppings on you like, cheese, tomato, salami". "No I can't eat salami" you said and he paused "ow are you going vegan? That's cool I'll do it with you". "No Jun I'm not going vegan I'm expecting". He nodded "expecting what? Do you mean for your comeback because that's weeks away and you deserve a little splurge...". "No Jun I'm expecting a baby" you said and that caught his attention.

"You're expecting a baby...like your sister is visiting?". "No like I'm going to have one myself" you cried getting exasperated at how he wasn't getting this. "Now?" he asked beginning to get it and you shook your head "well obviously not right this second but in 9 months time I will". Jun blinked several times before he looked at you "Y/n are you saying...do you mean that...". "I'm pregnant" you said and his eyes widened "you are! I did that?". You laughed "well I'm pretty sure it's you yeah unless it's an immaculate conception". Jun threw the pizza down "why didn't you say something?" and you rolled your eyes praying the baby got your tact and deception skills...but from Jun’s ectactic smile you’d be more than happy for it to get anything else from its father.

Hoshi - so excited

You weren't too sure how Hoshi would take the news. You knew he wanted kids but you were both still young and he loved his freedom and independence. Two things which vanished with a child. He'd be happy but it might be difficult for him to wrap his head around...or so you thought. The second the words left your lips Hoshi's mouth hung open and he stared at you. "Hoshi" you said nervously "Hoshi say something, anything! Are you going to pass out?". In response he cheered and wrapped his arms around you. "A baby? we're going to have a baby?" he cried and you laughed "yes Hoshi that's how this whole pregnant thing works". Hoshi cheered again and you broke down laughing "so you're happy?". "Of course I'm happy!" he cried "this is the greatest news ever! A baby that's half you and half me? It's going to rule the world! Aww imagine if it has your eyes and my smile? Or your nose and my smile? Or your ears and my smile? Basically I want it to get everything from you except for my smile". You couldn't believe how hyper he was and you'd seen him hyper tons of times! The boy was simply ecstatic about the news and you knew you should've never doubted him.

“What?” Hoshi asked, realising you were staring at him and you smiled shrugging. “Nothing just I’m so happy we’re going through this together...that I get to experience this with you” you admitted “I can’t think of a man who would make a better father”. Hoshi’s expression changed and his eyes filled with tears. He cried happily and hugged you “I love you so much” he said and you wiped his tears away “I love you too Hoshi”.

Your baby was going to arrive to a very loving family and you couldn’t wait.

Wonwoo - Very calm

When you told Wonwoo the news you were shaking. You weren't worried about him more just nervous about the whole thing. You were thrilled but it was a huge life event and your lives would never be the same. But the reason you and Wonwoo worked is he balanced you.

Wonwoo was so happy but you were still worried and rattled off all the things you weren't sure of. "I need to find a good doctor and should I get a paediatrician? I have no idea what I can eat and what I can't eat. Am I allowed to eat dairy? Do I have to just eat vegetables?". Wonwoo stopped you spiralling by gently putting a hand on your shoulder "Y/n don't worry we'll work all of that out and you don't have to do anything you don't want to. We'll find a doctor and sit down and ask them all out questions but for now why don't we just get something nice to drink and celebrate?". "Celebrate?" you asked and Wonwoo laughed softly "well it's the weekend so no doctors are open. We can't do anything so let's just take it easy this weekend and wait until we can do something about it". You nodded "yeah that makes sense..." and Wonwoo smiled "great so I'll grab the non-alcoholic drink and you pick a movie".

You did as he said and for the first time since you'd heard the news relaxed. You weren't alone, you had your other half to balance you out.

Woozi - Cries

Now Woozi isn't one to get emotional. He likes to pretend he's okay even when he's not but he's also a huge softie and sometimes the emotions win out. When you told him, Woozi went quiet and pale and you were worried he was taking it badly. He nodded as you explained to him how far along you were and what symptoms you had before looking down. You frowned and reached out for his hand "are you okay?" getting slightly nervous. Woozi took a deep breath and looked back up revealing the tears he'd been holding back. "Of course I'm okay this is wonderful news" he smiled sniffling and you broke. You burst into tears which made Woozi cry too and you were both clutching each other so happy and excited. "You're going to be the best mum in the world" Woozi told you and you smiled and replied "this baby is going to have the best dad in the world, I know you'll be perfect". You and Woozi then spent the remainder of your day wrapped up together in a blanket fantasising about your new baby and everything you couldn't wait to show it. "I hope it likes music" Woozi said stroking your hand and you smiled "of course it will it's your child! Music will be in its blood" and Woozi smiled "I'll set up a station for it in my studio" clearly very excited and you hugged him tighter.

DK - Screams and then faints

You knew DK might be a little unprepared for the news but you didn't expect him to pass out on the floor after letting out a k-drama-worthy scream. "DK!" you cried fanning him as you cradled his head on the floor. "DK are you okay? Should I call an ambulance?". He was conscious but seemed out of it, he was muttering something over and over again but you couldn't work out what it was. "Dk?" you asked and then you realised what he was saying. "A baby?" he asked and you nodded "yes Dk a baby, you're doing to be a dad" which almost made him pass out again "okay I won't say the b-word...erm think about dogs and summer and Christmas and all the things that make you happy". Dk nodded and did as you said before he finally felt well enough to sit up. Once he was upright he took a few deep breaths looking at you before he spoke "I'm going to be a father...". You nodded "yes you will but don't worry we can do this together and we'll have so much support from our friends and your members". Dk nodded "yeah you're right, we've always wanted to be parents so we're going to smash this" his positivity returning. You nodded "of course we will!" when Dk suddenly gasped "Y/n I'm so sorry I fainted. You're the one literally growing a human being and I was the one lying around on the floor! If I promise this will be my only weakness in your whole pregnancy and that I will be your rock no matter what you need will you forgive me?". You laughed "Dk you don't need me to forgive you because there's nothing to forgive. I actually loved your reaction because it's so authentic just like you, you didn't pretend you were okay just for appearances. You were honest and your worry and concern is how I know you're going to try so hard for our child and that just makes me love you even more". Dk blushed and hugged you "and that's why you're the perfect woman for me and we're going to have the most wonderful baby ever". Dk's optimism and positivity as well as his honesty was going to make this a very fun pregnancy.

Mingyu - Immediately turns overprotective

You weren't sure what Mingyu's reaction would be so you tried to be really careful and deliberate with how you told him. You got confirmation from a doctor first and the idea was to tell Mingyu after dinner when you were more relaxed and calm but you were too excited. So the minute you got home from the doctors you found Mingyu and told him where you'd been.

Once Mingyu realised what you were trying to tell him he grabbed a chair and began to pull it out. You figured he needed to sit down but he started easing you into it. "Are you okay? How are you feeling? Do you need me to get you anything?". "What?" you asked and he smiled "well I know pregnancy can be really hard sometimes and I want you to know I am at your beck and call 24 hours a day. I will cook you whatever you have cravings for and you do not have to want for anything. I'll cut down my hours at work too so I can be there for you and I promise I'll make this as easy as possible for you". You laughed "Mingyu that's so sweet but I'm only a month and a half pregnant. It's not too bad at the moment and I'm not even showing". He nodded "I know but my mom had a really bad pregnancy and even if you don't it's going to be tiring and difficult so I want you to know I'm here for you, whatever you need". You blushed and nodded believing him "okay Mingyu" and kissed him softly.

The8 - Super energetic

The8 had two moods, he was either chill and calm or hyper and outgoing. When you told him you were pregnant you got the latter. The8 immediately started cheering and jumping up and down, doing cartwheels and just basically anything to get his energy out. "This is amazing!" he yelled before coming to hug you in a huge bear hug and you laughed "so I take it you're happy". "I'm thrilled!" he replied breaking away from you to do a flip. You laughed watching him "let's just hope the baby doesn't get your energy or I'll be getting no sleep". "Then I'll stay up with you" The8 replied before he gasped "can we call my mom? I can't wait to tell her". You nodded "of course we can tell everyone" when the door opened and Dk, Vernon and Dino appeared. "We heard screaming is something wrong?" Dino asked. The8 smiled "nothing's wrong just...Y/n's pregnant!". The boys all cheered and The8 rushed to hug them all and you watched as they all bounced up and down excitedly. "Where are the others?" The8 asked and Vernon said they were in the living room. So The8 bounded off happily shouting the news to everybody and anybody nearby and you watched him amused.

This baby had a very excited parent waiting to meet them.

Seungkwan - Emotional af

Seungkwan had been dreaming of being a father since he was a kid. While most boys were playing with action figures or cars he had baby dolls and had his first child's name picked out at the ripe old age of 10. So you knew he'd be happy when you told him you were pregnant but you weren't expecting quite so much emotion.

When you told him, Seungkwan gasped and collapsed to the floor. You rushed to make sure he was okay and in reply Seungkwan just grabbed your hands and asked if you were being serious. When you confirmed you were he flew into your arms and burst into tears "this is the greatest day of my life!" he cried cradling you slightly and his happy tears turned into full-on sobs. He kept repeating "thank you" and "you're amazing" over and over again as you held onto him. "Seungkwan it's okay, you don't have to thank me" you told him cradling his face and he smiled still crying "I know but I want to because you've made me so happy, not just for this but for everything since you came into my life and this is the icing on the cake". "Aww Seungkwan!" you cried and held him closer. A few minutes later Seungkwan was excitedly googling pre-schools and found one just a five-minute drive from his work. "Just imagine it Y/n! I can pick them up after school finishes and we can go get something to eat and go to that cool park we always like walking through and in the summer we can go to the lake and then you can meet us after work! We could even get a dog and then we could..." and he continued on and on changing moods for hours until he eventually fell asleep exhausted. You covered him up with a blanket smiling, Seungkwan would have no problem keeping up with the baby's energy.

Vernon - Can’t speak

It had been two hours since you'd told Vernon and he was still sat in the same chair staring at the wall. He'd assured you he was okay and happy with the news, he just needed some time to process it. However that was a while ago and you were beginning to think you'd broken him. "Vernon sweetie...are you okay? Do you need anything? Water...Scoups...an ambulance?". He looked at you and shook his head "no I'm okay just processing". "Okay but you've been processing for two hours now and I'm getting worried". He looked at the clock confused and his whole face dropped "shit...sorry you're the one he's actually got to do all the hard work and here I'm freaking out". "No you're allowed a freakout, it's big news". He nodded "yeah it is, it is...Y/n I promise I'm going to do my best to be a good partner and parent". You chuckled "I know Vernon, I have no doubt you'll be an amazing father". "You don't?" he asked and you smiled "of course not! Vernon you're so kind and sweet and caring...what else could I or this baby ask for?". Vernon visibly relaxed and finally smiled "this is going to be so cool". You chuckled "it really will be".

Dino - excited to be a cool young dad

At first, Dino's only concern was you were both quite young and he worried this might've come too soon in your life but he soon realised there were positives to this. For one you'd both be young parents and he was very excited about that. “Just imagine us Y/n, strolling along the beach with our young family! We'll be able to keep up with the child no problem and when we go to school we'll be the young cool parents who all the kids admire. I can ride a motorbike and everything!". "But you don't know how to ride a motorbike" you laughed and Dino shrugged "so? I'm sure I can learn and don't you think now is a good time?". You laughed "hmm well you're more likely to get in an accident riding a motorbike than a car and we have our first child on the way...". Dino nodded his expression changed in seconds "of course what am I thinking? I have to be responsible and dependable for you and the baby too. No a motorbike won't do, do you think I should trade in my car for something more family-friendly?". You laughed "what happened to being the cool young dad?". "Forget that I want to be the safe dad who lives a long time and watches his child grow up". You smiled hugging him "well that sounds very good to me". _____________ To note: even though these are "unexpected" pregnancies I wrote them with the idea that each couple did want to have children and so wanted the child that's why they kept the baby. Not every couple needs or wants to have children and of course no woman, pregnant person or couple should be forced to have a child just because they got pregnant. That's actually a pretty terrible reason to have a baby and I in no way wanted to reinforce that harmful idea. I also want to stay abortion is a more than acceptable alternative to having a child and everyone who has an abortion is valid. Also not every couple needs a baby and I personally never want kids! I just thought it'd be cute to imagine Seventeen wanting a child and their partner getting pregnant :)

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Hi K. I’m sorry the war rages on and that things haven’t gotten better. It does seem like the world has completely gone to shit, permanently. I wish I could do something to help. I’m sorry I can’t.

If it’s ok, and if it’d help get your mind off of things for a bit, I wanted to ask a hannigram-related question.

It’s not clear on the show (if I remember correctly) whether Will dismembered and did the museum tableau of Randall Tier by himself or with Hannibal. It was my understanding that him and Hannibal did it together, however, in the script, Hannibal asks Will something along the lines of “why didn’t you get rid of the body (Randall’s)?” [instead of displaying it?]. So the script implies that Hannibal wasn’t present and didn’t do the tableau with Will, and that Will did it all himself, instead of disposing of the body. (I do think though that this scene from the script was deleted). But on the scenes we actually saw on the episode, it does give the impression that they did it together because later, when they’re on Hannibal’s study, Will says “we’re going to get caught” when they’re discussing Randall and the tableau, so again we’re made to believe they worked together. What is your view? Did they display Randall together or only Will?

Hi! Thank you so much for your ask. The world has indeed is becoming a darker and darker place - or maybe, with the Internet, it's just more obvious now. It seems like people can never just enjoy life, there is always horror and suffering and the indiffrence.

And yes, of course! I think Will staged Randall's body by himself, and while the scene that definitely proves it remained only in the script, I think there is still enough text in the show to heavily imply it.

It starts with Will admitting:

WILL GRAHAM: I don't think I've ever felt more alive than when I was killing him.

HANNIBAL: Then you owe Randall Tier a debt. How will you repay him?

This sounds like Hannibal wants to Will to mutilate Randall himself to repay him for becoming the sacrifice on the altar of his transformation.

Later, after Will, Hannibal, and Jack are watching the body, Jack and Hannibal present different theories, and Will disagrees with them both almost defensively:

WILL GRAHAM: He isn't mocking him. This isn't disdain. He's commemorating him.

To me, this means that positioning Randall like this was his idea, his way of expressing his feelings, and it's important for him to make his unique meaning clear to everyone, including Hannibal.

Then Will moves to the space of his own head, and he and imaginary Randall have this conversation:

RANDALL: You made me a monument.

WILL GRAHAM: You're welcome.

RANDALL: The monument is not to me. It's to you. This is pride.

WILL GRAHAM: I gave you what you want. This is who you are. What you feel finally matches the reality of what I see.

RANDALL: This is my becoming. And yours.

Will shakes his head, this is not his becoming.

Will: This is my design.

Randall says that Will in particular made him a monument, and Will speaks only about himself when explaining that he gave him what he wanted. The idea behind this monument is to show that Will is developing his own unique design - Hannibal shouldn't be involved in this because it's a deeply intimate thing that's unique to everyone, and while Will and Hannibal are absolutely soulmates, they still have different MOs and preferences. At this moment of time, Hannibal fully mastered his, but Will is only starting to spread his wings. The deleted scene from the script elaborates on this notion:

HANNIBAL: Why didn't you dispose of the body? It was the prudent course.

WILL GRAHAM: Randall deserved to be seen.

HANNIBAL: Randall, or your work on him?

WILL GRAHAM: You called it "artistry." Is that how you see your own efforts?

HANNIBAL: I also called it "savagery." You mutilated the body. Displayed it.

WILL GRAHAM: The bird is leaving the nest, Dr. Lecter. Spreading his wings.

HANNIBAL: How did it feel? To manipulate what was a living man into a message all of your own.

WILL GRAHAM: Like I wasn't finished till I had.

Hannibal absorbs this.

HANNIBAL: Did you take a trophy too, Will?

WILL GRAHAM: A memento of my first rodeo? What do you think?

HANNIBAL: I think it would be the act of a serial killer.

WILL GRAHAM: By definition, one body doesn't make me a serial killer.

Also, if Hannibal was there, I think he would be interested in what Will did to Randall's meat, and probably where he took his costume, which would lessen the impact of Will bringing this meat to him later on, passing it for Freddie's.

As for the "We're going to get caught," maybe you meant the scene in E12? Will says this to Hannibal after Mason and Freddie in the hope to bait him into killing Jack and escaping. This is not directly about Randall, Will meant their crimes in general.

HANNIBAL: Jack Crawford already suspects you killed Freddie Lounds.

WILL GRAHAM: If Jack told you he suspects me, it means he suspects you.

HANNIBAL: I know.

Will considers their options a moment, then:

WILL GRAHAM: You should give him what he wants.

HANNIBAL: Give him the Chesapeake Ripper?

WILL GRAHAM: Allow him closure. Reveal yourself. You've taunted him long enough. Let him see you with clear eyes.

So, I think the display of Randall was entirely Will's doing.

#hannibal #will graham #hannibal lecter #hannigram #season 2 #meta #randall tier

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You Calm My Chaos Chapter 1 - Always and Forever

Author: @stiles-o-dylan24 Pairing: Klaus x Rosie (eventually) Word Count: 2.5k Warnings: language, canon violence, mentions of needles, blood, pregnancy, hints of unwanted pregnancy, A/N: officially in the originals episodes, let's do this! This episode was really just an extended version of what happened in the TVD episode so I'm sorry it's short! SERIES SPOTIFY PLAYLIST

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After Elijah leaves to go and talk to Klaus, more of the witches from her coven show up in the Mausoleum with us to talk to Sophie.

“Marcel and his vampires are out of control– something has to be done” Sophie tells the others and Agnes scoffs lightly “And the solution is to bring in more vampires?”

“These aren’t just any vampires, Agnes. They’re the Originals.”

Agnes shakes her head at her and continues “What makes you think you can control the hybrid?”

“She can’t” Elijah’s voice says from behind us all of a sudden and we all turn around to look at him while he continues “I’m not entirely certain that I can, either,” he walks closer towards Sophie “But now that your coven has drawn his ire, I have a question– what prevents my brother from murdering you instead of cooperating?”

Sophie makes a face and reaches over to grab a needle, lifting it up to show Elijah. She sticks the needle into her hand and I immediately gasp, lifting up my hand and seeing the blood appearing on my hand “Ow!”

Elijah looks over at me, his eyes taking in the blood on my hand and I glare over at her “What the hell is this?”

Sophie forces a smile and explains “The spell my sister performed, the one that got her killed? It didn’t just confirm the pregnancy. It linked me to Rosemary– so anything that happens to me, happens to her, which means her life is in my hands. Klaus may have made his decision that her and this baby don’t actually mean to him what we thought they did, however it’s very clear what they already mean to you. If I have to hurt Rosemary– or worse– to ensure that I have your attention, I will.”

Elijah looks over at me, slightly amused before he directs his words towards her “You would dare threaten an Original?”

“I have nothing to lose” Sophie shrugs, shaking her head like she fully believes those words to be true “You have until midnight to get Klaus to change his mind.”

Elijah walks over to me and pulls me off to the side, holding his hand up towards one of the witches who wants to argue this “I just need a moment to speak with her.”

They back off and I cross my arms over my chest, trying to breathe out all of my nervousness and Elijah softens his face “I cannot excuse his behavior but I want to ensure you know that he is acting out, letting his anger take control because he is scared– this has nothing to do with you.”

I nod my head softly, shrugging my shoulders “I mean it has a little to do with me.”

“The most happiness I’ve seen from Niklaus has been since he’s known you– there’s peace in his eyes when he looks at you,” Elijah says and I slowly look up at him, watching as he softens his face and continues “I saw it that first night at the ball and I saw it even more in his eyes just now before he shut you out– he wants this... he wants this with you.”

I’m not sure exactly what to say to that because I saw the same thing tonight, there was a moment where he was looking at my stomach and the look in his eyes was something I have never seen before. I also watched his walls go up before he so easily threw me away– which stung and even if Elijah can convince him that he does actually want this... I don’t know how ‘in this’ I will be with him.

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Midnight comes entirely too quickly for my liking and Agnes is all too happy to point that out “His time is up– what’re you gonna do now, Sophie?”

“I’m gonna do what I said I was gonna do” Sophie answers and I sit up a little straighter, looking over at Sabine when she says “What, kill the girl? Kill yourself?”

“Klaus does not care about the child” Agnes states and Elijah’s voice thankfully chimes in “I do.”

Elijah walks into the mausoleum and he’s carrying a body wrapped in a blanket, continuing to direct his words to Sophie “And I bring in proof of my intent to help you– the body of your fallen friend, which I procured from Marcel himself.”

“Jane-Anne” Sophie mutters and Elijah nods his head, the look on his face genuine “May she be granted peace. Klaus will agree to your terms. I just need a little more time.”

“You had your time– it’s passed” Agnes remarks angrily and Sophie turns to her “Shut up, Agnes!”

Elijah looks between them, his eyes flashing over to me for a moment before he looks back at Sophie “For now, accept the deal– Rose and the child remain unharmed, or Klaus will kill you all,” he starts to walk away, nodding once at me before he turns around again “And I will help him.”

Once Elijah has left the witches start to prepare to lay Jane-Anne’s body to rest. Her body is clad in white and they lay her down, surrounding her body with flowers before Sophie starts to perform rituals around her sister’s body.

I feel like I really shouldn’t be here, however, I can’t stop watching what the coven is doing to lay Jane-Anne’s soul to rest. There is sadness to everything they’re doing but there is also a beauty to it all. It’s very peaceful and comforting to see.

Sophie kisses her fingers and presses them to her sister’s forehead, holding her fingers there for a few more moments before everyone is silent.

Elijah arrives a little while later and he has a triumphant look on his face when he stops in front of Sophie, the rest of her coven standing behind her.

“Klaus has agreed to your terms and says that you have yourself a deal.”

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After my graduation and saying my see you later, if I'm ever able to leave New Orleans again, to everyone in Mystic Falls, Elijah drives us to a massive white house outside of the city.

He rounds the middle of the circle driveway and parks in front of the house. I lean forward to look out the windshield at the house at the same time I open my passenger door. Elijah moves to stand in the open door and holds his hand out to help me out of the car.

I set my hand in his and while I stand up out of the car I look up at the house and raise my brows towards him, asking slowly “So who lives here exactly?”

He just smiles and nods his head towards the house, stating simply “You do.”

With that revelation we walk inside and I slowly look around, shaking my head at the expanse of the inside “Umm, I don't think–”

“This way, Rose” Elijah interrupts and has me follow him up the stairs. On the way I notice how every piece of furniture in every room is covered with white sheets and I can't help but wonder who used to live here.

Elijah leads me into one room in particular and indicates I should pull off one of the sheets. I do as he silently directs and immediately start coughing from all the dust that is disturbed from the sheet. I move my hand over my mouth and cough again while I look at the crib that the sheet was previously covering.

Elijah looks over in concern, asking “Are you alright?” and I cough again, waving him off “It's just dust– when's the last time anyone was here? This place feels ancient”

Elijah smiles softly, nodding his head as he looks around the room “Yes, it's been quite some time, however, it should serve our purposes," he looks at me again, continuing "It’s a sanctuary from our business in the Quarter. Right now, you are the most important person in this family, Rose and you need a good home.”

I quickly look back at him with his words and he slightly tilts his head to the side “Forgive me but I’m curious… in all this time, has anyone asked you how you feel?”

“About having some miracle baby with my psychotic soulmate?” I try to joke, Klaus' conversation with me the other night not really making me feel better about the whole thing... even if he did seem genuine in his apology. I told him I needed to think everything over about this while I went to my graduation... however, the past two days didn't really give me any more clarity.

Elijah barely smiles, correcting what he truly was asking “About being a mother.”

Silently I breathe out deeply, looking down for a moment before I look up at him again “Klaus actually asked if this would be something I wanted once”

“He did?” Elijah asks and I chuckle softly “Yeah, it was brought up when I asked him if he would ever want the cure so he could have kids of his own– wasn’t aware he had his own loophole on that topic but anyways” I shake my head, looking back at him “I was abandoned as a baby, did you know that?”

Elijah shakes his head and I nod slowly, continuing “I was brought to my dad’s doctor office by some firefighters–" I chuckle sadly, admitting "Or well, that's what I've been told followed by there isn't anything else my parents knew about me... not even the day I was actually born." I clear my throat and continue "I had amazing parents– the perfect family for the next sixteen years until they died but I have always been terrified I would never be able to live up to how good of a mom she was, even more so now that she's gone and she wouldn't be here to help me do this–" I pause, feeling the ever present wave of hormones hitting me and making me want to cry even more than usual.

I sniffle and cross my arms over my chest, trying to keep my voice strong while I look at him again and tell him honestly "So to answer your question… I really don’t know how to feel about becoming a mother because I never thought I would be one. I have never actually thought I would be a good mom and ever since I’ve been told I have this baby growing inside of me I have this terrible feeling in my gut that I’m going to fail this baby– that I’m not going to be able to protect them from everything bad in our lives, including me.”

“That’s exactly why you’re going to be an amazing mother, sweet Rose” he says and my brow twitches with his words, the wave of tears threatening to move even stronger. Elijah smiles softly and continues “I will be here to help you through motherhood every step of the way. Like it or not you have me as a brother now," I chuckle gratefully with his words, reaching up to wipe under my eyes and he smiles, continuing "And I will always protect you, Rose– you have my word on that.”

“And noble Elijah always keeps his word” Klaus’ voice interrupts our bonding moment and we look over at the doorway. Klaus is leaning against the doorframe, smiling hesitantly towards me.

I spin away from his soft eyes and hesitant smile, walking towards another sheet to pull off and revealing a dresser underneath.

“Is it done?” Elijah asks and I look over my shoulder at them, watching as Klaus nods and slowly looks away from me to look at his brother “As a matter of fact, yes– your underhanded deal worked quite well. Marcel was only too happy to accept my blood even as he accepted my heartfelt apologies. His man, Thierry, yet lives and I remain a welcome guest in the French Quarter. My only concern now is this coven of impudent witches.”

“I believe them to be honorable” Elijah says, lifting his hand out to indicate towards me while he continues “They did release Rose to me, although they haven’t been entirely forthcoming. Marcel obviously has something they need– they don’t want him dead and there must be a reason why.”

"Yes, well–" Klaus nods, looking at me quickly before looking back at Elijah "We will figure it out easy enough."

Elijah looks between us and makes a noise, offering "I will grab your bags from the car–"

"Oh I can do that" I interject, however, he's already moving towards the door "Not in your condition– I have them."

"My condition?" I scoff "It's two duffle bags Elijah" I grumble unhappily that he's already leaving me alone and watch through the railing as he waves me off and descends the stairs.

When I look over at Klaus again I see that he's brave enough to smirk towards me, teasing "Afraid to be alone with me, love?"

I glare at him, setting my hands on my hips "You really think this boils down to me just not wanting to be alone with you?" I say and his smirking face falters a bit while he admits "No, I imagine there's a bit more to it than that."

I laugh once with no humor behind it and look away from him, my eyes settling on the crib once more "It's been two days, I'm sorry but I need more time."

Klaus steps further into the room and leans back against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest "I told you to take all the time you needed, love and I meant it," he pauses and I slowly look over at him, seeing him smile sadly before he continues "I need you to stay in this house and make sure you never leave or ever go into the Quarter" I make a noise, however, he doesn't let me say anything while he finishes with "And you cannot tell anyone, even Caroline or Elena that you're here."

"What?" I draw my brows together harshly, scoffing in the back of my throat "You want me to stay here alone? For nine months? Without telling my family? Are you insane?"

"For the time being yes I need you to do this" he corrects, keeping his unwavering eyes connected to mine while he informs "It's not safe for you in the Quarter and you won't be alone in the house all the time– I will be staying here with you–" he pauses, continuing on a little nervously "If you'll have me that is."

"It's your house" I remark with just a hint of sarcasm and he tilts his head to the side "This is your home now, Rosie– if you want it to be."

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Approval?

Fred Weasley×Fem!O.C.

Preview: what's in store for Fred eight years after the war, when a new employee joins their shop?

Word count: 4.6 K

Warnings: age gap (legal), angst, mentions of food, mentions of war and injury, slight struggle with body image, family and kids, mostly fluff, mentions of sex, smut in part 3.

A/N: Hey! Part 2 is here. This is my first ever fic, so I'm very open to suggestions and feedbacks. Huge thank you to @sai-kida134 for editing the story. I hope you like it!

Part 1 || Part 3

“I should get going too.” Ivy said, blushing a little at suddenly being left alone with Fred. She’d been around him several times, but it was always in the presence of George or one of her co-workers.

“Did you have lunch today? I didn’t see you eat.” He quizzed.

“Nope. And you didn’t either.” She reminded.

“I’m fucking tired today. Don’t feel like cooking.” He sighed.

“There’s a really good muggle Chinese restaurant, near Leaky. You should try it.” She suggested.

“Come with me then.” He said simply. “I’m sure you’re tired too. And I owe you one for helping me out today.”

“Oh that’s absolutely alright. I had a great time with Freddy today.”

“And a great time should end with a great meal. Come on now!” He leaped up to her and grasped her hand with his own.

Ivy felt everything slowly fade away at that moment. Her mind went blank when Fred took a hold of her hand, guiding her through the crowd towards the Leaky Cauldron. The scenario she’d made up in her head came to life so unexpectedly that she didn’t even realise when they’d crossed the wall that separated the magical world from the muggle one.

“Is it that one?” Fred asked, tugging her hand and pointing to a newly built restaurant, snapping her out of her dreams.

“Hmm? Oh yeah that one.” She said, taking lead this time and walking him into the restaurant.

They settled down at one of the tables, and their food was served, and they fell into an easy conversation soon enough.

“Thanks for taking care of Junior today.” Fred said. “And thank you again for saving him from the bottles. I can’t imagine what would’ve happened if you weren’t around.”

“No point worrying about that now. I’m sure you’d have found a way to save him if I wasn’t around,” Ivy said. “Plus he’s really cute.”

“Takes after his best uncle, doesn’t he?” Fred said cockily, making her laugh.

“He is a lot like you, though. I can’t imagine what your parents had to do to keep you and George in check.”

“We were horrible. Probably worse than ten Juniors put together,” He replied. “And we’re seven siblings, each as bad as the other.”

“Your parents are superheroes.” She grinned.

“Definitely are,” He grinned back. “What about your family? Never heard much from you.”

“I’m an only child and I’m not close with my parents either, so it’s pretty boring. My Mum’s a witch, Dad’s a muggle. They’re on a World Tour right now. They write to me sometimes but I haven’t seen them for almost three years.” She shrugged.

“Oh. So you’re... alone?” He asked cautiously, finding the situation weird. He was raised in a tightly knit family and never understood how families could drift apart.

“Yeah, kind of lonely. That’s probably why I’m all awkward while talking to anyone.”

“You’re not awkward. I think you’re quite pleasant actually.” He said immediately. “And you’re not alone now, you’ve got me. George, and Angie too now. Junior’s pretty fond of you, so he’ll be back soon enough.”

“Thanks Fred.” She smiled.

“Do you have a boyfriend? Or a girlfriend?”

“Nope. Haven’t had one since my ex-boyfriend cheated on me in seventh year. Fucking prick.” She huffed.

“That makes me feel all better.” He grinned, trying to make her feel better. “Haven’t been with anyone for years, unless you consider one-night stands.”

“My ex was terrible at sex so I avoided it as much as I could.” She giggled at the memory. “I’ve never had a one night stand though... Is it worth a try?”

“No harm in trying if you want to. But they’re too desperate in my opinion.” He said. “And you know, once you cross twenty five, I think you’d like to have... more feelings involved.”

“I’ve had enough desperate sex with that git. So I’m just going to stay here.” She laughed.

“I’ll be right with you. I stopped with all that stuff when Junior was born because I spend so much time around him... Wanted to be a good influence and ended up having some sort of abstinence vow.”

“What?” She asked, wide eyed. “You’re Fred Weasley, ‘lady killer’ of Hogwarts!”

Fred raised an eyebrow at that, so she continued to explain what she meant.

“I went to Hogwarts the year after you’d left. Your exit from Umbridge was pretty popular at the time, so girls would go mad at any mention of you.”

“Let’s say ‘lady killer’ Fred Weasley almost got killed in a war, woke up in St. Mungos’ and decided to act more responsibly in his relationships,” He said with a smirk. “That, and the fact that he’s practically disabled, with a fake leg makes him useless.”

“Fred you’re not useless!” She scolded immediately, and without second thought, she grabbed his hand that was resting on the table. “Stop saying that about yourself.”

“Well it’s true. No point denying it.” He shrugged.

“Oh shut up, will you? You’re literally such an amazing person,” She said, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “As far as I’ve got to know you, you really love your job and your family, and you’re always so kind to everyone. And you’re obviously not dependent on anyone to do anything for you. Not that it would have been a bad thing if you were, but I saw you run on the street an hour back so that prosthetic doesn’t seem to have changed much in your life, physically that is.”

“You’re so brave to have fought against Voldemort in that war. You kept going through all that pain and you’re still here and I’m so happy to be able to talk to you right now, Fred.” She said, getting almost breathless after that long speech.

Fred just stared blankly at her for a few seconds. He’d rarely mentioned his insecurity to anyone other than his family, and the only thing he’d received were pitiful agreements or bad puns to distract him from it, the latter usually from George or Ron. But hearing Ivy’s words actually made him feel comfortable being himself, for the first time in eight years. He wondered where all that compassion could possibly come from, especially since he’d just found out about the lack of love that she’d received from her family. He looked at the girl in front of him in pure wonder. How could someone be kind enough to accept him the way he was, without showing the slightest bit of pity towards him?

“Thanks... Thank you Ivy.” He smiled slightly, squeezing her hand with his own. “I’ve got loads to thank you for today, haven’t I?”

“I’d do all of it again any day, Fred.” She replied softly. “And if you ever talk yourself down again, I’ll hit you with my bat.”

“Aggressive young lady, aren’t you?” He chuckled.

“Very.”

Fred grinned at that, before getting back to his meal, but not letting go of her hand that was still delicately intertwined with his.

“Speaking of the war,” Fred said after a little while, “were you at Hogwarts that night? I don’t think I ever figured out what they did with younger students.”

“Yeah I was there. I was in my second year so I obviously was supposed to be sent away with underage students,” She said. “But I was kind of stupid, thought it would be a good idea to sneak away from the rest of the group and fight.”

“So you stayed the entire night?” Fred asked in surprise.

“Yup. Almost got caught by Nott Sr. He’s my mother’s brother, actually. She got disowned when she ran away from her arranged marriage and married my father.” She said, and Fred nodded, signalling her to continue.

“He was after me as revenge, had me cornered, but Theo Nott suddenly decided he wanted to save me because we’re cousins. So he jinxed his father and hid with me in a passage in the Dungeons until morning.”

“Explains why Theodore Nott was so happy to see you at the shop,” Fred smiled. “You’ve got a bit of family, see.”

“Maybe. I do see him and Daphne more than my parents. The only good thing from that battle.”

“I really don’t remember much from that night, other than a few of the Death Eaters’ kids joining our side. Hit my head when I got crushed under a wall on the seventh floor.” Fred said.

“I think I saw you in the Great Hall in the morning. Your entire family was there to take you to St. Mungos’.” She replied, subconsciously moving her thumb in circles over Fred’s knuckles.

“Bet I looked handsome as ever.” He said cheekily

“Absolutely marvellous.”

“Better than George?”

“George was a mess that day. I saw him crying with one of your older brothers, I think. And I just hoped you’d be okay.”

“Your wish came true then.” He said, staring right into her eyes, beginning to play with one of the rings on her fingers, making her aware of her thumb’s movement, which she quickly stopped.

“It really did.” She said nervously, her mind forming another wish. I wish I could kiss you, Fred Weasley.

After settling their bill, which Fred refused to let her pay once again, they walked outside onto the muggle street.

“I should head home then. Thanks for today, Fred.” Ivy said, looking up at him.

“I should be the one thanking you, Ivy.” He smiled down at her “That corner seems nice. You can apparate from there.”

“Oh no, I prefer walking, actually. Bit of an after dinner exercise.” She smiled

“It’s late. Mind if I walk you home then?”

“You don’t have to. You look tired.” She said, reaching her hand up to fix his messy hair. “You use your phone right? I’ll text you once I get back.”

“I’m quite enjoying your company,” He replied, once again taking her hand in his. “I thought we could chat some more on the way. Only if you want to.”

“I’d love to.”

The twenty minute walk to Ivy’s flat flew by faster than ever, with Fred’s hand tightly gripping hers as they chatted about anything they could imagine on the way. When they finally reached her door, Fred untangled his fingers from hers, allowing her to unlock it and step inside.

“Come in for a drink?” She asked nervously.

“Gladly, but not today. I’m rather full.” He smiled. “I’ll be off then.”

“Why don’t you Floo back to your place? It’s pretty hot outside to walk anyways.” She suggested.

“Now that, is a good idea.” He smirked, resting his hands on either side of the door frame and towering above her slightly. “Desperate to get me in your apartment, hmm?” He said teasingly, cocking his head to one side.

“You wish.” She retorted, rolling her eyes but still blushing. “Now get in or I’ll take the offer back.”

“YOU NEVER TOLD ME YOU HAVE A CAT!” He shouted from the door, and Ivy realised there was a pool of brown fur around his ankles.

“Two, actually. This is Lola.” She said, picking the cat off his feet with one arm, before diving under the couch to retrieve a white cat. “And this is Lizzy. Must’ve missed telling you.”

“I never thought of you as a cat person.” He smiled.

“Really? I thought I look like a crazy cat lady, through and through.”

Fred held his hands out to the cats, and each of them placed a paw in his hands.

“Look Ivy they already like me!” He exclaimed like a little child.

“They’re really friendly.” Ivy smiled at him.

“And I’m very likable.” He said, making Ivy snort with laughter. Of course he was likeable. He was bloody adorable.

“Nice place you’ve got here.” He complimented, walking further inside and looking around the living room, and picking Lola up. “All yours?”

“Yeah. Theo made sure I inherited my share of the Nott fortune. Quite an angel he’s turned into.” She replied, walking into the kitchen with Lizzy and getting the Floo Powder.

“All Daphne’s work, I tell you. He was a spoilt brat back at school.” Fred said, leaning against the fireplace as he ran his fingers through a purring Lola’s fur. “I’m thankful to him now, though.”

“Why?” She asked, stepping into the living room, towards the fireplace.

“He saved you. I wouldn’t have had you if it wasn’t for him.” He answered, letting Lola jump onto the floor and surprising her with a hug and engulfing her in his scent.

Ivy was sure that he could hear her heart beating wildly in her ribcage, and when she rested her head against his chest, she heard his thump at a faster than usual.

“I can’t imagine what it would have been like without you either, Fred.” She whispered into the hug.

“Good thing I’m here then. Don’t let your imagination get to wild.” He said, letting go of her and winking, before grabbing a fistful of the green powder. “Goodnight kitties. See you tomorrow Ivy?”

“See you tomorrow.” She smiled, waving at him with one hand and taming a squirming Lizzy with the other, as he disappeared into the green flames.

Fred knew for a fact now that he didn’t just like Ivy. He was in love with Ivy. And every bit of him knew he shouldn’t be, but he couldn’t help it. She was his newfound source of comfort, the person he could talk to about anything in the world without the slightest tinge of awkwardness. Their friendship had grown so much during the next few days that George had asked him if there was something more between them. He’d obviously denied it, even though he knew he can’t ever lie to his brother. Maybe Fred was too obvious, but there was nothing he could do about it. She could brighten his day up with her random chatter and soft smile. He couldn’t stop looking at her, even if she was doing something as mundane as counting the money in the tills. Her hair falling until her waist, her brown eyes that lit up when she smiled, her homely scent that had managed to follow him to the Amortentia section... Fred felt intoxicated by her.

Ivy had never felt what she was currently feeling about Fred. Each morning, she’d wake up, get to practice and then wait impatiently for it to end, so that she could get to the shop and see him. After they would close down for the night, she tried to stay back until the other employees had left, so that she could spend just a few extra minutes around him. She risked admiring him during working hours, sometimes finding him looking back at her, and when their eyes would meet, he’d give her his brightest smile, making all her exhaustion fade away. She was scared of these feelings, and some part of her was sure it was more than just a crush at this point, perhaps even love. But what was the point keeping these feelings if they were never to be reciprocated?

The six ladies of the Weasley family had grown incredibly close over the years and often got themselves a ‘girls day’ to catch up with each other, go shopping and leave the children with the men. On one such day, they decided to visit Diagon Alley and naturally walked into Weasleys’ Wizarding Wheezes to see how their favourite shop was doing. The twins were obviously aware of their visit beforehand, so as soon as George spotted them walking inside the store, both him and Fred ran up to the women, embracing each one of them and slipping into an easy conversation. After a few minutes, they insisted going around the shop, wishing to have a look at the new products that had been put up for sale.

Ivy was stocking one of the shelves on the first floor, unaware of the latest arrivals at the shop. She was made aware of their presence when she heard Angelina’s voice, calling to her from a little distance, still out of her sight.

“Ivy! Where are you my girl?” She shouted.

“Right here! Hello Angelina.” She waved, walking towards her and realising she wasn’t alone. “Hey everyone.”

“Oh good to finally meet the girl both my Freds won’t stop talking about!” A short woman with ginger hair spoke up.

“You must be Mrs. Weasley.” Ivy said, shaking her hand.

“Hi, I’m Fleur.” A beautiful woman with a strong French accent and long silvery hair said, approaching her and kissing both her cheeks in a proper French greeting. “You seem as nice as Fred says.”

“I’m Audrey. Nice to meet you!” Another woman, as tall as Fleur, with a short black bob and glasses said.

Ivy turned to the two other women, immediately recognising them to be (a very pregnant) Hermione Granger and Ginny Weasley. She controlled her urge to absolutely fangirl over Ginny, her favourite Quidditch player and idol.

“It’s great to meet all of you. I’ve heard so much about from the twins.” Ivy smiled.

“Angie says you’re training for Quidditch? How’s it going?” Hermione asked.

“It’s going well, Ms. Granger. Thank you.”

“Oh my God, don’t be that formal!” Audrey patted her shoulder lightly. “All of us would like being called by our first names.”

“Yeah. Though it was rather nice being called Ms. Granger.” Hermione said.

“I know!” Ginny exclaimed. “Everyone calls you four ‘Mrs. Weasley’ since you married my brothers, and I’m always like, isn’t that Mum?”

“I love being called Ms. Jones at work. My boss has a bit of a memory problem so she keeps forgetting.” Audrey said, making everyone laugh.

“Honestly, it’s alright being called ‘Mrs. Weasley’ when I’m with Bill, but c’mon!” Fleur said, rolling her eyes. “I’m still a Delacour.”

“Getting married doesn’t make you any less of a Delacour, or Granger, or Weasley or Jones or Johnson.” Ivy said thoughtfully. “Or even Prewett for that matter. That’s forever. People keep forgetting it and that’s what pisses me off about the tradition of taking the husband’s last name.”

“There we go. My kind of person.” Ginny said. “Go feminists!”

“I didn’t think being called a Prewett after so many years could make me feel that good.” Mrs. Weasley said finally, grinning. “I’m going to make sure it’s done more often now.”

“You should, Mum.” Fleur nodded. “Anyways, let’s sit down.”

Ivy got them settled on a couch near the Love Potion section on the first floor and added some chairs, allowing the six of them to sit comfortably.

“Could I get you something? Perhaps some butterbeer?” She asked politely, trying to keep her mind off the fact that the section oozed with Fred’s smell.

“No dear, we’re all settled.” Mrs. Weasley smiled.

“Join us, actually.” Hermione said, patting the empty spot next to herself.

“I’d love to, but I’ve got to get back to stocking up.” Ivy replied.

“Oh come on!” Ginny whined. “One of those gits can do some work for a bit.”

“We’ll let them know you’re on a break.” Audrey said, getting up and leaning against the railing. “OI BOYS! FRED, GEORGE!” She shouted, “IVY’S GOING TO CHILL OUT WITH US.”

“WE’RE NOT LETTING HER DO ANY WORK AS LONG AS WE’RE HERE.” Hermione added casually, before they settled back down.

“GOOD THING! SHE WORKS TOO HARD, DOESN’T SHE FREDDIE?” George shouted from downstairs.

“YEAH SURE!” Fred agreed. “WE’LL BE UPSTAIRS IN A BIT TOO!”

“Thank you.” Ivy said, slightly flushed.

“Hmm so now, tell us what you’ve been up to.” Ginny said, leaning back in her chair.

“I’m just training to be a Professional Beater. I’m a huge fan of yours by the way, and it’s so amazing to meet you!” Ivy replied, slightly squealing the last bit.

“Aww. That’s so sweet of her, isn’t it Gin?” Fleur said, slightly squeezing her hand.

“It really is. Thanks Ivy.” Ginny smiled. "Fred says you've got two cats!"

"Lizzy and Lola, yeah." Ivy smiled back.

"I'm getting little James here next week. If it would be okay, can you get your cats over for a day, please?" Ginny requested. "He loves cats so they'll be a nice distraction to him. Harry and I will be able to shop for a bit."

"Definitely."

Ivy fell into an easy conversation with the women. The level of comfort she felt with the Weasleys was beyond comparison. It didn’t seem like she was meeting them for the first time even for a single moment. No wonder she liked being around Fred and George if they were raised so well.

“What’s that smell?” George asked as he walked towards the women with a disgusted expression a little while later.

“Ugh it’s bad.” Fred said, walking up and placing his head on Ivy’s shoulder as he faced his family. Ivy didn’t know what to do. She’d never imagined him being so close to her, especially in front of his family.

“Must be all the pregnant farts.” He said, scrunching his nose, looking absolutely adorable, and earning gasps from Hermione, Angelina and to Ivy’s surprise, Ginny.

“I just smell the love potions, Fred.” Audrey said sarcastically.

“Maybe your brother-in-law is in love with a troll, Audrey,” Ivy teased, turning to look at Fred, who was still standing the same way. One slight movement and their lips would be touching.

Everyone began to laugh at that, except Fred, who’s eyes were wide as he kept staring at Ivy with a slight pink tinge to his cheeks.

“Gosh, I really like her!” Ginny said, clutching her stomach while laughing.

“We’ve found the one person who can return Fred Weasley’s horrible humour!” Angelina exclaimed.

“Good thing she didn’t turn out like that Verity girl.” Mrs. Weasley laughed.

“Absolutely nutcase that one was.” George rolled his eyes.

“Who’s Verity?” Ivy asked, slightly jealous. Was she one of Fred’s ex girlfriends? Maybe one of those stupid girls who made him feel like he wasn’t enough

“She used to work here. One of the first employees.” Fleur said.

“She acted all nice and sweet for a bit, then turned mad!” Hermione said, making Ivy’s jealousy fade away.

“I always told you she was a bitch, didn’t I?” Audrey said, before quickly turning to Mrs. Weasley. “Sorry mum. Didn’t mean to use that word.”

“Oh that one deserves it!” Mrs. Weasley laughed.

Ivy had never bonded so well with new people. The Weasleys were truly an amazing family, just like she’d heard from people. Hermione’s intelligent talk, Fleur’s caring nature, Audrey’s sarcasm, the Twins’ mischief, Angelina and Ginny’s boldness, all bound together by Mrs. Weasley’s motherly nature made the perfect atmosphere. Ivy truly felt welcomed among them. She did not have a family of her own to care for her and this small interaction with the Weasleys left her yearning for more, even if it was just a friendly chat. She secretly hoped that she could find herself a family, just like this one, who would accept her as one of their own. One day, perhaps. Until then, she’d have to go to the “Singles’ Party” at the Leaky Cauldron the following week and try to get her mind off Fred. Because no matter how lovely every fucking thing about him was, he couldn’t ever be hers.

“So, how’s Ivy doing?” George asked, serving himself some mashed potatoes that he’d had made. They were at the couple’s house, on their monthly dinner with Lee Jordan and his fiancée.

“What kind of question is that George? You meet her everyday too.” Fred said, looking at his brother curiously.

“Mate stop acting like you don’t know what he means.” Lee said from across the table.

“I really don’t know what he means, Lee.” Fred replied, looking around the table. He looked between Angelina and Sophie, Lee’s girlfriend, who seemed to be planning something. “What are you girls up to?”

“We were just talking about you two, Fred. We think you should make a move with her.” Sophie said.

Fred knew exactly what she meant, but chose to keep his confused expression, afraid of giving away his feelings for Ivy.

“Don’t make that face.” Angelina said. “You like Ivy, more than a friend.”

“No I don’t.” He replied too quickly.

“There’s nothing wrong if you do.” Lee insisted.

“But I don’t. What makes you think I do anyways?” He asked, trying to sound casual.

“Fred I’ve known you forever.” George said, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. “You’ve never liked a girl so much before.”

“And your Mum approves of her too. She told me. All the girls do.” Sophie stated simply.

“Is that why you girls came to the shop the other day? To meet Ivy?” Fred asked, slightly irritated.

“Fred, Mum’s just worried about you. She’s really happy to hear you talk this way about someone.” Angelina said. “She wanted to make sure you don’t end up breaking your heart. And she’s sure Ivy likes you too.”

“No she doesn’t. She’s so much younger than me, and she’s... She’s got an entire life ahead of her. She deserves a proper man. Not me.” He shook his head.

“There’s nothing wrong with you. You are a proper man.” Lee argued.

“Just a prosthetic doesn’t make you ‘improper’,” Sophie added.

“You know what Junior said when he got back from the shop that night?” George said, gaining his brother’s attention. “He asked, ‘Daddy, are Uncle Freddie and Ivy in love?’”

“He’s two George. Kids don’t understand these things.” Fred said, running his hands through his hair.

“Kids are intuitive,” Angelina said. “They just know stuff. They don’t understand it, but they know.”

Fred passed a confused look around the table, unsure of what to say. The five sat in silence for a few minutes, until Lee spoke again.

“There’s no harm in just trying Fred,” He said wisely. “If she says no, you move on with your life, simple. But you can’t keep denying your feelings for her.”

“I’m... I’m not denying it Lee.” He said finally, resting his elbows on the table and leaning his head into his hands. “I like her. Bloody hell, I love her.”

“Then what’s stopping you, brother?” George asked softly.

“I don’t know.” He replied honestly, digging his fingers into his hair and closing his eyes. “It doesn’t feel right... Like I said, she deserves better.”

“You’re hurting yourself Fred. You’re in love with her and you’re trying to stop yourself from loving her.” Angelina said, but Fred remained silent.

“And what if she loves you too?” Sophie asked. “The girl’s probably scared shitless right now, being in love with her boss.”

“She doesn’t love me Sophie. I’m just a friend to her.”

“She definitely likes you more than a friend. From everything I’ve heard about her from you and George, and adding up what Freddy said, she does love you.” Lee said.

“I can’t do it. I can’t. I don’t want to lose her friendship,” Fred said stubbornly. “She feels lonely anyways. She told me so. I don’t want to complicate things further. She trusts me as a friend. I can’t do it.”

“Then what are you going to do?” George asked. “You can’t not do anything!"

“I don’t know Georgie.”

“Why don’t you try going to that Singles’ Party at Leaky next Saturday?” Angelina suggested.

“That’s actually the worst idea you’ve ever had.”

“It’s not that bad mate. It’ll take your mind off things for a bit.” Lee said.

“Doesn’t make a difference. I’m a mess.”

“Fred, you really should go. It’ll help clear your mind a bit.” Sophie said.

“They’re right. I think you’ll see others finding new people and want to make a move on Ivy too.” George agreed.

“Fine.”

“Here you go,” Lee smirked, tossing a box of condoms across the table. “I don’t like surprise babies.”

“I’m not hooking up with anyone from that stupid party!” Fred exclaimed.

“Yeah, yeah we know.” Angelina rolled her eyes. “Just keep it. No harm being careful.”

“Angie-”

“Are you actually going to upset the pregnant woman and get me murdered in my sleep?” George scolded, shutting him up for good.

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firerwolf · 6 months

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So I’ve been thinking about in Golden City when Basim says that Hytham reminds him of a young him and the man Basim seems to be in the clips I’ve seen of Mirage. In Golden City and Valhalla Basim is completely different in his sort of attitude toward others. He’s more antagonistic, very clearly Loki rather than the original Basim. Which makes sense. Loki cares about the Norse, not Basim. Loki is always prodding even his friends and random people as we see regularly from Golden City and Valhalla. Loki is in general a more pouty anger until he is pushed to far and then he is prone to emotional outbursts like in the two sources.

But realizing that young Basim is a different person than Loki in Basim’s body makes statements like Hytham reminding him of a young Basim more painful. It is more a statement that can lead to some sorrow. The man who was Basim, who was swallowed up and lost to Loki, is gone. He is a good man taken from the world. In a way you could argue maybe even Loki would feel remorse for that. Looking at Hytham he sees the man that he replaced. A man removed so he could exist and continue on his plans. Which would also feed into why Basim abandons Hytham in Valhalla. It would tie in more if they put the blame for Hytham’s actions at all on Basim but I’ve mentioned that he has bad main character energy in Valhalla so it can’t be seen as his fault. But he does see Hytham injured and it could be viewed as an act of cowardice or mercy that he tries to distance himself from Hytham. He said Hytham was easy to read so he’d k ow that he wouldn’t want to be a disappointment and might have thought distance was the best way to prevent Hytham being reckless in an attempt to regain approval.

Though I think for sure giving Hytham the job of seeing is Basim had strayed when they were first paired up In Constantinople was because Hytham was like a young Basim. Wanting to make a difference, a man who had lost much but had found purpose, and was dedicated to his creed. Like it was presenting Basim with a reminder of why he became a Hidden One. Because we know it’s not because Hytham was sneaky at seeking people’s motives. Basim in his emotional outburst during Golden City makes it clear he always knew Hytham was watching him. So why send someone who is so easy for Basim to know the intentions of if not for their similar past. Though as at that point Basim was Loki it would also make sense that it didn’t work.

#assassins creed #basim ibn ishaq #hytham #who was never given more of a name than Hytham #headcanon

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2dfd-simp · 8 months

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This Blog Is Now Dead

FYI: This is a semi rant.

TLDR - I won’t be active on this blog anymore

I’ve only been back on Tumblr for a couple of months. And already I’m remembering why I fucking hate it. For a multitude of reasons.

1) Every single type of media allows for explicit material. It’s about managing who sees it. The internet made it even more accessible then ever before. And yet Tumblr removes so many posts that the censorship becomes more obscene than the material that’s being censored. And having over 10 blogs deactivated it gets tedious starting again from scratch. Fuck Tumblr.

2) I’m here to goon to the amazing content that gets posted on here. That’s all I want to do. I enjoy gooning (obviously) but this blog is just getting full of shit to the point it feels like a chore. Gooning while getting shitted on isnt wxactky what I’m after unless that’s literal rather then metaphorical. Incase it’s not obvious I’m submissive. I’m a beta loser and well aware of it. I’m not even a switch and the rare times I do do it I don’t enjoy it. I do however enjoy encouraging each other to be worse. There is a line though between making each other worse and just trying to get domme’d for free. If you just want to be dominated pay a femdom. Guess what? You have to pay for literally every other service out there too, even ones essential to living such as water and food. The amount of people on here trying to use reverse psychology to get me to domme then is insulting. The fact you think you’re being clever is even worse. Fuck You. And this bit is to one specific guy who has messaged me over and over asking to be controlled and then saying his wife is his Mistress and that I’m a loser for not controlling him and his wife thinks the same. Firstly, here’s a secret about me. I’m a sociopath. Genuinely. What does this mean to you? It means I don’t care what you or your “wife” think about me. Your strangers. I don’t have empathy towards people I do k ow and have to fake it. I certainly am not going lose sleep over what you are what is probably the nickname for your hand think of me. Secondly if you had a wife who was your mistress you wouldn’t be asking for others to control you over and fucking over again. Because you already have a Mistress. It’s not Pokémon. You don’t need to find and collect every person to domme you, you only need one and apparently you’re married to one. Fuck you and your bullshit

3) Fucking exposure. People who have known me across multiple blogs will know I’ve done exposure captions or invaded your privacy with your consent etc, starting back years ago from when I met x-loservirgin-x. When I’ve done things like log into your Facebook etc I’ve only ever done what was agreed same as with people who have done the same with mine. Today has been the second time I’ve been interrogated because somethings been found out about someone. As mentioned above, I’m here to jerk off and goon. If you want exposure then be prepared for the risks that come with it and when you talk to multiple people about it. I’ve seen posts about both people on other sites and captions I’ve made saved and posted on other sites too. I can’t control that. Being hassled over the consequences because you didn’t think it through is t exactly what I’m here for so from now on I won’t be doing exposure at all. It’s not worth the fallout. Also aimed at one person: if what you did to your sister is true then you deserve anything that happens. Anyway. Fuck Exposure.

4) Fucking Findom. As soon as my pinned post was about paying money to a girl with screenshots showing it had happened i’m suddenly flooded with Findoms messaging. Sorry but I shut most of you down. Would you want your betas giving money to another Findom? And I would guess half of these “Findoms” don’t even have any losers paying them to begin with as they’re nothing but scam artists. There was one other Findom. I did pay because my biggest fetish is Asian Supremacy and @reigntina is amazing as fuck but that was only a small one, and I apologise. Please dont take my non reply the wrong way, my best friend was a Findom before…welll long story. Anyway, I fucking hate free loaders with a passson. And the fact I had only sent a small gift meant I didn’t want to waste your time as I felt like a free loser myself. Anyway, if anyone does want a Findom I seriously suggest you visit (and pay) her. And as for the guy who wanted a small tribute and I said I would on payday and then you kept nagging and using reverse psychology on me, go fuck yourself.

4) You know who you are. Yes I love to be made a worse person and corrupted. Yes, I’ve jerked to non-nude social media pics of 15yo before. But holy fuck. The amount of people “encouraging” me to find pre teen? No. I’m not searching on my IP for it, I’m not saving it, I’m not sharing it. That’s not corrupting me to be worse, that’s you getting me to do your dirty work for you. Most certainly fuck you.

So yeah. Between fake Findoms and others telling me to send, people regretting choices and being asked for stuff that I’m not doing I’m not having fun any more in this blog. I won’t deactivate it as there’s posts on here you isn’t enjoy, and I know people like to goon looking back on messages and I’ve made about 10 AI chatbots which can only be accessed via links I sent in private message so I don’t want you to lose them, but I’m done on here. But I do love Tumblr despite the hate. So I’m starting a new blog. No I won’t share it in here as I’m burning ducking bridges. If you find me you’re more than welcome to follow me, I know people always do in the end. And despite the frustration and amount of fucks being given out, I do enjoy chatting and not just about gooning etc. I’ve talked to others about Sword Art Online, Destiny etc as well as the girl I saw in the street and I rushed home to jerk off to. But I’d I get the inking it’s gonna become one of the things that’s pissed me off about this blog, I will just block you going forward. I’m here to goon and be as pathetic as possible. The only frustration I want is from not cumming.

Namaste

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daydreaming-in-letters · 2 years

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In a week

Chapter 2

07/18/2022

Pairing: Andrew (Hozier) x Clara (OFC)

Word Count: 3,675

Warnings: rpf, au, language, pining, infidelity

Summary: Clara and Andrew spend the day together, with an outcome neither of them expected.

Masterpost

A/N: This was the hardest part to write. Hope I didn't mess up.

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Dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

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Hozier - Sedated

Her eyes found him instantly as the elevator doors opened the view into the lobby. She blamed the bright red of his plaid shirt that stood out harshly against the brown and blue hues of the hotel interior. The fact that he towered like a giant with his nearly two metres of height above the rest of the few people that were scattered across the lobby also worked its part. He hadn’t immediately spotted her, his eyes drawn towards the silvery water of the canal that shielded the hotel on two sides, granting her an exclusive glance at his handsome profile. When he turned, it didn’t even take a second until his lips curled into that warm smile which always resonated deep inside her stomach.

The memory of the walk back to their room after breakfast this morning pushed itself before her eyes, Chad’s voice clear as day in her ears as he spat his venom.

“What a hipster. I thought yesterday had been bad, but with his hair let down he looks like a cheap, squalid copy of Jesus. Suffering from a serious case of anorexia that is. God, if I didn’t know better, I’d guess he’s a tramp. And have you seen his fingernails? Yuck.”

After yesterday evening, she hadn’t thought it possible that she could detest her boyfriend any more for his superficial demeanour, but this really took the biscuit.

“Actually, I think he is rather sweet. And for the fingernails, he is a musician, Chad, he needs them for playing the guitar. That’s why they are a little longer on his right hand only.”

Chad had turned, his eyes full of disbelief.

“Good God, Clara. Would you listen to yourself. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you took a shine to that failure.”

“Failure? Whatever is that supposed to mean?”

“I’m not surprised he chose not to tell you,” Chad sneered, “but it’s not exactly a secret he has tried for years to get his musical career going, and failed miserably. Honestly, I can’t for the life of me figure out what Catherine sees in that wimp.”

To Clara, that wasn’t the question at all. She was rather asking herself how someone as cold and calculating as Kitty Cat could actually appreciate a beautiful soul like Andrew. Or maybe she didn’t, at least that would explain an awful lot.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

His voice was gentle, his smile honest, but the way his thumbnail rubbed along his temple and all the way down to his prominent cheekbone told her exactly what she had expected: he was just as unsure about this as she was.

“Listen, before we do anything else, I feel like I owe you an apology.” Andrew’s forehead wrinkled upon her declaration, but he stayed silent and let her carry on. “I’m sorry I didn’t speak up about this yesterday. I should have said no when there was still time to do so.”

“There’s no need to apologise for anything that happened yesterday. I wasn’t exactly helpful on that matter either. But look, if you don’t feel comfortable spending time with me, just say the word and I’ll disappear.”

“No! That’s not…Being with you doesn’t make me uncomfortable. I just thought…” Lost for the right words, she could feel a strange silence settle between them.

“What did you think, Clara?”

For a second she forgot what she had actually wanted to say, stunned by the way her name rolled from his pink lips.

“Well, yesterday I had the impression you’d rather spend your time on your own. Despite of what Catherine said, you don’t strike me as a man who needs company at all times. On the contrary.”

His eyes fell to his feet with a knowing smile, his hand finally able to run through his lush curls to cover up his slight embarrassment.

“I’m sorry if I upset you. I didn’t think it was that obvious how much of an introvert I am. But that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy being around people from time to time.”

“And…is this such a time?”

Hopeful eyes searched his, but unlike before, they didn’t give anything away.

“To be honest, if you’d asked me that question yesterday, I’d probably have said no.”

Clara’s heart fell into the pit of her stomach, yet no matter how much the answer scared her, she forced herself to ask, “And now?”

He chuckled; an enticing, heartwarming sound. “Now I’m here.”

Andrew turned towards the doors, as if he wanted to reaffirm that he was indeed ready to leave and explore the city with her. There was no logical reason for her to doubt his words or actions, and still she was reluctant to join his side.

“So, if you don’t mind me asking, what changed your mind?”

She shouldn’t have asked. She really shouldn’t. Because the answer was far worse than she could ever have expected. And the wink he chose to accompany it with melted her feeble defences with the ease of a supernova, leaving her dangerously weak in the knees.

“The right company.”

“Cherry?”

The juicy treat in his extended hand was tempting, but she couldn’t for the life of her eat another bite of the stolen fruit. He had grinned like a maniac, his eyes sparkling with the excitement of the forbidden while she had kept watch at the street corner and urged him to hurry up plundering the tree. When the deed was done, they had fled from the crime scene like little children, stumbling and squealing, until they had found this cozy hideout in a nearby park.

With a meek shake of her head she declined and watched him shrug before the blood red delicacy vanished between his scrumptious lips. Her eyes glued to the sight for a moment, she allowed herself to lean back against the cracked bark of the tree that so graciously provided them with its shade.

It had been a wonderful day, she mused. Time had flown by in a hurry. It always did when one enjoyed oneself, and Clara couldn’t remember when she had last had such an awful lot of fun. With a look at her watch, she felt her heart sink though. It was almost time to leave and head back to the hotel again.

She looked over at Andrew, who lay by her side. Propped up on one elbow, his long fingers raking through the verdurous grass, he didn’t seem as if he had noticed how late it was already, or he simply didn’t care. And so she chose to let his tranquillity infect her and stay in their tiny piece of Eden a little longer.

It was perfect really, this spot, so calm and quiet. A bit too quiet probably, giving way to the one thought that had bugged her all day. And the better she had gotten to know Andrew and realised what a great person he was, the more it had irked her.

“Andrew?”

“Hm?” He turned, slowly, as if he had been sleeping with open eyes.

“I…um…Should we…should we talk about what happened between us?” The way his eyebrows knitted together told her he didn’t immediately get what she was talking about. “That night, I mean.”

Clara could clearly see that the thoughts were racing behind his mossy green eyes as soon as she had said it and she would have given a lot to know what was going on inside his beautiful mind right now.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Clara pondered the question for a moment. She hadn’t actually given any thought to whether she needed to talk things through, but rather assumed not talking about it might make things between them awkward somehow.

“Not particularly, no.”

She couldn’t tell for sure if it was relief that washed over his face or compassion, anyway she was glad they seemed to be on the same page about their shared history.

“What’s done is done, right?”

“Right.”

He shot her another of his soothing smiles before he busied himself with the blades of grass again, the matter settled, things between them as smooth as ever, but still, the nagging feeling just wouldn’t leave her be.

“Andrew?”

The slight tremble in her voice seemed to alarm him immediately as he sat up to grant her his full attention.

“Are you all right, Clara?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine. It’s just…” she sighed, not sure she could maintain eye contact while she said what she had wanted to say all day. “It probably doesn’t make much of a difference now because, as you said, what’s done is done, but I just want you to know that I never meant to take advantage of you or hurt you in any way.”

Her eyes had indeed fallen down to her fiddling fingers. A fact she only realised now that his large hand came into view to cover them.

“You didn’t.”

The weight finally taken off her shoulders, looking up and returning his soft smile wasn’t hard at all anymore. The warmth of his comforting touch slowly seeped into her skin and eased her strained nerves, and without noticing, her fingers started to play with his.

“Still, I used you, Andrew. And I’ll never forgive myself for treating you as nothing more but a means to numb my pain.”

“If it helps, I think I used you just as much.”

While he had made his confession, he had chosen to avert his gaze, a gesture she couldn’t hold against him really after feeling the same urge to hide the guilt she felt, but when his eyes still didn’t find hers again after what seemed like a short eternity, her eyes followed his gaze. Holding her breath, she stared down at their hands, fingers now tightly woven together, impossible to tell where one ended and the other began. It felt good, feeling him like this, somewhat natural. There was a gentle honesty to his touch, something she hadn’t felt in a very long time.

Enough, the warning voice thundered through her head. She couldn’t use him again. And even though her heart ached from the mere thought of letting go, she carefully drew her hand away.

“Let’s head back to the hotel, shall we? I think the lecture should probably be over by now.”

Quietly they walked along the narrow corridor side by side. A silence fraud with vague meaning had pushed itself between them ever since they had sat foot into the hotel. Every now and then, his hand would brush the back of hers and they’d exchange a look, brief yet warm and always accompanied by the softest of smiles.

They had been the only two people in the elevator and as soon as the doors had closed, Andrew had asked her whether she wanted to borrow that copy of Seamus Heaney poems they had talked about earlier. He never travelled anywhere without it and since she hadn’t read any of his works yet, he’d suggested lending it to her for her time at the seaside. Afterwards, Chad could just drop it back with Cat. She had been more than delighted to accept his generous offer, and so she found herself on the way to his room now to pick up said book.

“Here we are,” he declared, as if his slowing steps hadn’t already hinted to the fact that they had indeed arrived at the right room. Number 173. His keycard already in hand, he suddenly halted his actions mid-movement.

“Andrew?” she asked carefully, worry starting to creep up on her when he showed absolutely no inclination to answer her. Gently her hand found his shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

Clara gasped as he snapped out of his petrified state and spun around without a warning, planting himself pointedly between her and the door.

“You know what, I just remembered I actually forgot that book at home. I’m sorry for making you come all this way for nothing.”

Eyes narrowed, her gaze bore into him, staring him down. He was a terrible liar, which was a good thing in Clara’s book, meaning that he didn’t have much practice. The question was, why would he risk being called out for his lie, when—

And then she heard it. Vague and muffled by the thick wood at first, then louder, clearer, leaving no doubt. Andrew’s eyes fell shut as he realised he had failed to protect her from the scene that played out on the other side of that door.

“Open that door, Andrew.”

Her voice was calm, icy.

“Clara, please. Don’t do this to yourself.”

“Open that door,” she pressed out pointedly through gritted teeth. But Andrew didn’t move, looking at her with pleading eyes instead. “Oh for fuck’s sake.”

Surprised by her determination, it was easy to snatch the keycard out of his hand and push him aside. She knew he only meant well, probably trying to spare her the view that would surely never leave her mind again, but she needed to see this, needed to engrave the reason why she would never, never, never allow this man back into her life again.

Fury guiding her hands, she slammed open the door and barged into the room, Andrew’s fingers only able to grab the empty air behind her back in one last attempt to protect her. She had thought she was prepared and strong enough to bear the sight that awaited her, but she had been wrong. With a gasp she stopped in her tracks, stumbling back a few steps as her body revolted with all its might against staying and watching whatever was left between Chad and her break into a million razor-sharp splinters. It hurt like hell, only for a moment, before her entire being went numb and sank back against the man who had tried to prevent her heart from being torn apart all along. Firm hands wrapped around her shoulders, holding her in place as they both stood in silence, two pillars of salt, united in the shameless betrayal of their lovers.

“Clara, I can explain.”

“Explain? What is there to explain, Chad?” Clara was sure she had never felt rage like this before. On instinct she took a step forward, but Andrew held her back, his fingers digging into her flesh with a decisive strength they didn’t seem to possess. “You’re still buried balls deep inside another woman’s pussy. Or are you meaning to tell me this is all just a big misunderstanding? Maybe this happened by accident. You came here for a shower, slipped on the soap and your dick managed to hit bull’s eye while she was doing some naked yoga on the bed. No, mister, you don’t get to explain shit to me.”

It took a moment for his bloodless brain to form a comeback, but even before he opened his mouth, she knew it would be anything but an apology.

“And you? What are you even doing here in his room? With him. Did our fake messiah invite you to join him for his last supper?”

“Fuck you, Chad!”

“Fuck you? Really? Come on, Clara, let’s try to behave like adults about this. Don’t make a fool out of yourself.”

Tears began to blur her vision and it took every last bit of strength that was left inside of her to keep her legs from giving out underneath the weight of debris that had once been her life.

“You already did that for me.”

And with that she turned, to leave the room, to leave him, leave everything behind without a last look back before she finally allowed her eyes to bleed the salty proof of the lethal strike he had scored.

Her hand was astonishingly steady when she pushed the fifty euro bill across the counter.

“I need a rental, something fast, convertible if possible, and a quiet place away from prying eyes where I can wait for its arrival.”

The young receptionist nodded quietly.

“Oh, and if you manage to get the car here in twenty, there’ll be another fifty in it for your trouble.”

“I’ll see what I can do, ma’am.”

She waved the concierge over to take care of Clara’s bags and show her to a small side room of the bar.

“Is there anything else I can do for you, ma’am?” he asked sweetly while she made herself at home at one of the tables. For a second she thought he might have seen the sorrow in her eyes and pitied her, but then she remembered the large pair of sunglasses that covered almost half her face and relaxed a little.

“No, thank you. But should anyone ask about me, I already left the hotel.”

He exited the room with the same silent nod the receptionist had granted her and it was only when the door fell closed behind him that Clara allowed herself to release a shaky breath. It was over. She had gotten away. No faltering, no second thoughts, no going back.

Exactly eighteen minutes later the receptionist arrived with the keys and a sheet of paper which Clara signed blindly.

“Should I put it on the room, ma’am?”

“Yes, thank you.”

Good luck to Chad explaining that bill to the hospital board and effectively her father when he got home. And what a bill that would be, Clara thought, hardly suppressing a snicker as she walked up to the jet-black 911 that shone brightly in the evening sun.

“She’s a real beauty, isn’t she?” the concierge beamed proudly while he held the door for her.

“Indeed she is.”

It wasn’t the first time Clara sat in the driver’s seat of an exclusive car like this thanks to her father’s love for expensive vehicles, but somehow this felt special. For a second, she had thought about taking Chad’s car in her first rage, but this seemed like a far less clichéd way of getting back at him, and one that would cost him far more than a wounded ego.

With the first growl of the engine her spirits rose to their feet, adrenaline filling the empty space in her chest as her foot gently pushed down the gas and the roar that followed when she pulled away almost drowned out the goodbye of the man on the pavement.

“Have a safe journey, ma’am.”

Oh, she would have. Maybe not as safe as he might hope, but fast and wild and free. At least after she would have escaped the dreadful traffic of the city. There were cars everywhere in the lanes around her even though rush hour had long passed, all lined up like pearls on a string, frozen in place in front of the traffic lights. Cars and busses and lorries and bikes and Andrew.

Andrew? It sure was him, sporting the same red plaid shirt he had worn all day, a duffle bag in hand and a guitar case strapped to his back. He hadn’t seen her yet, eyes cast down onto the ground as he made his way down the street. To the main station, she guessed.

“Andrew!” he stopped, irritation painted all over his face as he looked around. “Over here!” With a wave she finally caught his attention, but the irritation didn’t leave his complexion as he walked up to the convertible.

“Nice car, Fast & Furious. Hope you didn’t obtain it the same way we obtained the cherries earlier.”

“If by obtain you mean steal, I can assure you I did not. But if your definition of obtain also includes making myself a farewell gift in Chad’s name by putting the bill for this rental on the room, I’m afraid I am guilty as charged.”

Gradually his irritation gave way to a beaming smile.

“You always looked like a woman to me who knew how to properly misbehave.”

“And you look like a man who could use a ride.”

Immediately his wide grin faltered, turning into something crooked and gloomy. But it wasn’t until he had dropped his bag and guitar onto the back seat and settled into the seat beside her, that he spoke his mind.

“To be honest, I think I could rather use a new life.”

He could say that again. How lucky she was that she wouldn’t have to face the remainder of her life for another week. Instead, she could escape to the safety of her family’s beach house and shut out the world, and, most important of all, Chad. Andrew on the other hand didn’t have that luxury and the thought of him in that flat above the pub, all alone, probably drowning his sorrow in as much whiskey as he could afford, made her heart heavy.

“Well, I can’t exactly offer you a new life. What I can offer you though is a week at the seaside to clear your head before you have to face what’s left of your life at home.”

She could feel his incredulous stare bore into her while she stirred the car through the traffic.

“Are you…are you asking me to accompany you?”

She nodded. “I think I just did, yes.”

“Are you sure?”

For a second she turned her attention away from the road to look at him.

“Absolutely sure. But please feel free to decline that offer if you don’t want to come along.”

“No, I…I do. It’s just…it’s a little like picking up a stray dog from the roadside, don’t you think?”

His comparison made her grin. “You’re lucky then that I’ve got a bit of a soft spot for strays. Or are you afraid you’ll enjoy the domesticity and won’t want to leave by the end of the week?”

Andrew seemed to ponder the dangers of sharing a home with her for a moment, but then his lips curled up into a mischievous smile and she knew he had made his decision.

“You know what, I think I’m going to risk that for a roof over my head and sand between my toes.”

Chapter 3

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Nothing's Gonna Hurt You Baby [part XI: END]

pairing: jean kirstein x f!reader

genre: angst angst angst

summary: despite their strained relationship, the two travel together under the guise of a newly married couple that moved to the countryside of Liberio. Their mission keeps them in Marley for months, and the two keep a close eye on Eren. However, what will they do when they run into an old friend? How will Jean react upon seeing them again, and how will he break the news to ____. Will he break the news to her?

warning(s): none

word count: 1 K

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You stood on the stairs, watching as Jean walked out the backdoors with his mother clinging to his arm. She looked like she was going to sob right then and there and seeing her in such a state made you want to cry too. You began to think of the life you were going to live…or more so the one you wanted to live. One with no titans, no enemies across the sea. No war that would endanger your friends and family. You wanted to live a life in peace as your children ran around in the fields and called your friends “uncle” and “auntie.” Marco snapped you out of your day dream, extending his hand to you.

“It’s our turn, y/n.” Together, you walked out, the bright sunlight blinding you. Your friends, no, family, came in to view, their smiles wide and eyes filled with tears and of joy. You felt a little embarrassed, if you were being honest. Everyone was watching you, and you had never really dressed up like this in front of them before.

When you got to the alter, you both sat on red velvet chairs and exchanged your vows.

“Jean…?” You whispered, looking at him.

“Y-yeah?”

“Your vows.”

“S-Sorry you just look so pretty right now. I can’t concentrate. Stop looking at me like that –“ Everyone laughed, and Connie called Jean out for being too in love with you. But you thought he was being extremely cute.

“Anyways…” He scratched his neck, “The second I saw you, I asked Marco if it was okay if I married you in the future. You were always looking out for me, even when we were apart, and especially when I hurt you. I hope you know how much I have always loved you. Thank you for wanting to spend the rest of our lives with me,” he spoke softly, his eyes holding such endearment you’ve never before seen.

“Jean, the first time I met you, and the first couple of times after that…I honestly thought you were annoying and I didn’t like you at all.” Jean gasped, offense written on his face (but he wasn’t surprised). “But as I got to know you, I realized that you had such a big heart for those around you. I love that I don’t have to tell you what I’m thinking; you just know, and somehow you’re always there to rescue me when I’ve fallen too far. Thank you for always being with me Jean. I love you.”

Historia pronounced you husband and wife as everyone cheered. Jean slid a gold band on your finger and you placed a watch around his wrist with an engraving on the back which read: I love you, in life and in death.

“I actually have a few words I want to share,” Connie rose from his seat. “I just wanted you guys to know that I’m happy for you. Really, I am. I glad that I got to share this moment with you guys, and am honored to be here, given our circumstances. And I’m sure everyone else feels the same. I also want to say,” he turned to Sasha, “that I haven’t forgotten out bet we made when we were scouts. Sasha, you owe me two pork chops.”

“H-Hey! That’s not fair! You know there’s a meat shortage right now!” Sasha groaned.

“There’s some pigs in the forest,” Connie shrugged. You couldn’t help but laugh and pray that you could cherish this moment forever: the sight of everyone’s carefree smiles and the sound of laugher and music filling your ears.

You spent the rest of the day eating onion soup and munching on croquembouche that Niccolo made that morning. You danced and opened a few gifts, too. Your friends congratulated you, even Levi. He’d actually called you outside while everyone sang and told you that he was happy for you. Something about living life to the fullest, even in the face of death. It was out of character of him, but you appreciated it. He was nowhere near a father figure to you, but you appreciated that you could always count on him to have your back when you needed it most.

By the end of the night, you were all partied out. You and Jean were getting ready for bed after gathering all the things you’d need for tomorrow’s mission to Marley.

“Can I comb your hair?” Jean asked from the bed. You nodded, handing him the brush as you looked out the window from your seat in front of the vanity.

“What are you thinking about right now?” Jean didn’t really have to ask to know. But he thought he should anyway, in case you didn’t want to talk about it.

“I’m glad we got married Jean. I can’t explain how happy I am. But I can’t shake the feeling that we’ve made the wrong choice. All this happiness is bringing me a hope for the future but what if...what if something were to happen to one of us? How am I supposed to live if you’re gone? Or one of our friends? Starting a family in the middle of a war isn’t the brightest idea, and frankly, I’m not sure if it’ll ever end. We also just got Marco back and I don’t want anything to happen to him–“

Jean placed a firm kiss on your lips before pulling away. “You talk too much,” he picked you up and lay you on your bed before lying beside you. “Those are all valid points. Good things to consider and think about, even. But that’s all the more reason why we have to fight. Why we have to win. We’ve all got things to we want to protect,” Jean tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “I want to start a family when this is all over, and the only way to do that is if we win. We’re going to make it through this. All of us.”

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[author’s note: yes I was gone for a long time. idk I’m sufering from writer’s block and I don’t like anything I write these days. I’m ending this series here but I may do an epilogue which will contain AOT manga spoilers (that is, if I write it before the rest of it comes out) if I feel better about my work.

#jean #aot jean #jean kirstein #jean x you #jean x y/n #jean x reader #fluff #aot fluff #attack on ttian

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pokegalla · 2 years

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Oneshot request involving Clemont and his Luxary please?

I’ll be honest I’m quite excited. The request is simple but I never seen a request of a Pokémon trainer just with their Pokémon before. I’ve been brainstorming ideas and I hope you like the results!

A Day Off

Clemont cheered as Luxray made a final blow with Thunder Fang and defeated the challenger. He patted Luxray’s mane making the Pokémon purr happily but it whined when he stopped to approach the gym challenger.

“Thank you for participating in my gym. I hope to see you challenge me again soon,” Clemont told the challenger. They shook his hand and left the area. Clemont went to Luxray again, much to the Pokémon’s delight but again was interrupted.

“CLEMOOOOOOOOOONT,” Bonnie shouted, “Why is there so many parts across the floor?! Were you up all night building again?!” She was red with how mad she was wearing a little apron and holding a broom and dustpan.

“Bonnie! Were you in my room again,” Clemont asked.

“You didn’t answer MY question! I was cleaning up and then suddenly an explosion came from your room! I go check it out and it looks like a Voltorb was rolling around your room,” Bonnie shouted, “You stayed up all night building didn’t you?! I can tell because you have bags under your eyes!”

Luxray sweat dropped watching the two siblings bicker. The Pokémon kinda zoned out until something instantly got his attention.

“Why don’t you just take a day off? Go take Luxray for a walk around town. Both you and him have been working too hard. Besides it’s been awhile since you spent time with him,” Bonnie suggested. Luxray’s eyes instantly sparked up.

Clemont shook his head, “There’s no way I can take a day off now! There are still a few challengers left and can’t just up and-“

Luxray scooped him up onto his back and began running out of the Lumiose tower. “Waaaah!!! L-Luxraaaaaaaay!!!”

“Tee-hee~! I guess Luxray agrees with me,” Bonnie giggled before calling out to them, “Have fun guys! I’ll take care of the tower while you’re gone!”

Soon Luxray finally skidded to a stop,sitting down and making Clemont fall on his bum.

“Ouch! Jeez Luxray what’s gotten into you?” Clemont asked slowly getting up. Luxray nabbed a device from Clemont and his trainer looked at him confused before realizing the device. “You want to use the communicator? I don’t know Luxray….it’s still just a prototype.” Even with that said, the Pokémon remained adamant in his decision. Clemont turned it on and the device booted on.

A robotic voice spoke, “Cle….mont….”

“Oh! It’s working! You’re actually talking Luxray! Well kinda….,” Clemont said in excitement.

“C….C….,” The voice started to say.

“Yeah Luxray? What is it,” Clemont asked. He was excited! He’ll finally be able to talk to Pokémon! What could his partner be thinking?!

“C….C….Cake,” The voice finally said.

“H-Huh?” Clemont asked. Luxray pointed to the building next to them which was coincidentally a bakery. “Oh….I mean sure? Not what I was expecting….” They went inside and bought a nice sized cake for the two to share. When they left, Luxray motioned his head.

“F…oll….ow,” The voice said.

Clemont raised a brow, “O-k?”

What exactly was his Luxray planning? They went around Lumiose city, collecting supplies of sorts. Besides the cake, they got blankets, drinks, a Poké toy, and some food. Luckily Clemont brought his bag with multiple arms. This was a lot of stuff! And he was getting tired of walking.

“Luxray are we almost there,” Clemont groaned, “Where are we going? The sun is going down….”

“H….ere,” The voice suddenly spoke up.

“Huh? Wait really?,” He didn’t even get a good look around. His eyes widened when he did. He….used to go to school here. “Luxray….isn’t this where you and I met?” He turned to see Luxray trying to set up the blanket. That’s when it hit him. “Ooooo! You wanted to spend time with me by having a picnic!”

“D….uh,” The voice said.

Clemont sweat dropped, “I’m sorry….you’ve been trying to get my attention this whole time huh? Well then let’s enjoy it before the day ends!” Luxray’s eyes sparkled as he put the communicator down and went to play with Clemont.

Upon getting ready for bed after his day off, Clemont was at his desk while Luxray and Bonnie were sleeping in bed. Clemont was disappointed as the communicator had stopped working. As he tried fixing it, he caught a glimpse of the two sound asleep in bed. He smiled and decided to put down the device down and cuddle with them.

The communicator suddenly booted up,“I….love….you…”

#my writing #fluff #mini adventures #pokemon clemont #Luxray #Pokémon oneshot #bonnie pokemon #just a cute little adventure around Lumiose city!#so fucking cute #mah heart mah soul

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talkingwithghosts555 · 1 month

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A Conversation with King Henry VIII

When I first saw Henry, I was trepidatious because he was an ugly man. He looked mean and entitled. He reminded me of Harvey Weinstein. I’ll admit, those were my own preconceived assumptions about him because of how history paints his picture and I forgot, for a moment, why it is I have these conversations with spirit. When I took a step back and I allowed Sam to slowly introduce us, I started to relax and the energy from this man turned into one of counsel, of kinship…anything but what my blinders were giving me. There are reasons why my guardians had rules for him, and it was partly because of what I was assuming was true. He was pleasant. We got along very well together. It’s a situation of not assuming something about someone based on another’s perceptions. Really try to get to know someone one on one rather through rumor and assumption. It was a very good conversation. Very enlightening and it was long. We spent about four hours together. So here, in words, is my conversation with King Henry VIII

H: I will apologize in advance for my forwardness. I realize by observing your life in these moments that you are quite busy. I would like, however, to take an opportunity to introduce myself…formally as well as be very informal at the same time. I come to you has Henry. Only Henry. I do not require formality as that part of my life has been over for quite some time. Do you have a moment to speak?

K: Wow. Thank you. I’m surprised you would like to keep things so casual.

H: I will not disturb you unless you have time to be disturbed.

K: I have some off and on time. I would appreciate your patience as I have a lot of fingers in a lot of pots lately.

H: You have my patience. Of course. I would not ask for anything more but this. I have wanted to come in for some time. You have spoken to Diana.

K: Paul and I have, and I think recently she came in but I honestly can’t remember. Cory had shared with me that there were rules for you coming in, the most important one being honesty.

H: (shifts in his seat and thinks about how to answer) There is a reason for me…procrastinating on such things; to agree to such things.

K: Why?

H: My dear lady, do you realize how many times I have been the subject of personal trials by mediums and messengers such as yourself?

K: I can only imagine.

H: And I say trial quite lightly. I believe you have a saying of nail one to a cross?

K: For sure there is that saying.

H: I have been nailed to many crosses. My wish is that by speaking with you, there will be no crosses involved.

K: The only one I tried to nail to a cross was Pontius Pilate and he surprised me.

H: (sits back and relaxes) How so?

K: He came in very…entitled. He came in like I owed him something and that fueled the flames about how I felt about things…because I’m being shown, in my third eye, what actually transpired…

H: (nods) Of course.

K: We didn’t see eye to eye and then I called him a coward and that’s when his demeanor changed and he admitted that he was (a coward) and after that, he was actually a really nice guy.

H: I do not allow my guard down for many. When your party requested honesty from me, I had not yet seen you or introduced my energy to yours…respectfully. Of course, you have your angel that permits that to happen…

K: I do. Yes.

H: Before he let that happen, and I was introduced to you through him, I assumed a lot. Diana had assured me that this place was different, that there was no judge and no jury however, I was skeptical because of those that have come before you. You sensed that in me…that…false sense of authority because I needed to protect myself.

K: I did. I did sense that and until I didn’t, I knew this wouldn’t happen.

H: You have many working on your behalf to protect your best interest. That is to be respected by someone like me.

K: I appreciate that. Thank you.

H: I will not come as Pontius. I will come as Henry, and I will give you what I can in all honesty and transparency because I believe we can meet at a level of understanding that being human causes all sorts of ignorance and false senses of power and authority that can destroy someone from the inside out.

K: Wow. Yes. I do understand there is a greater understanding of spirits when they have passed. How long did it take for you to pass. Did you stay as a ghost…on the earth plane for a little bit? I don’t know why I just saw that.

H: You would be correct that I did not transition into this light that everyone talks about…I did not transition for at least a hundred years. When one dies and loses their physical body, they continue to feel earth-bound. They do not remember…immediately…what it is to be…not human and simply a piece of energy and so, until that is understood, they are earth-bound. I remained earth-bound for about a hundred years.

K: That is so interesting. Did time pass quickly?

H: I had no sense of time. It’s as if one looks at their children and suddenly, they are adults and one wonders how that time went by so quickly.

K: Totally get it. What made you fully transition?

H: A wonderful medium understood what was happening and spoke with me and told me I was not in the right place. She was instrumental in opening that gateway for me…something that I didn’t know to do until it was shown to me.

K: Wasn’t it shown to you when you died?

H: When I died, I thought that I was in a black room and the curtains were opened for me and the sun shone brightly through my window. I felt that I was in such a deep slumber that any light shone on me would create my eyes to burn and it did, so I demanded that the curtains be shut and I continue to be allowed to sleep. It was a deep sleep. It was a sleep that one is gifted when they are unwell and their body is recovering from illness. I dreamed.

K: Do you remember what you dreamed?

H: I dreamt of my mother. When I was sick and the end felt like it was near, even though I would not admit that it was, I dreamt of my mother many many times. I did not realize that she was there to bring me home.

K: Wow. That’s beautiful. I did read something that when you were younger, you were well read and well spoken and did have that Tudor sort of romantic spark.

H: Yes. You’re correct and I wrestled with connecting with that again because of who I died as. I will be honest and tell you that it flips back and forth depending on what human is speaking with me. I do get rather ruffled when I am put on trial, which we have previously spoken about.

K: Well, I promise. I won’t put you on trial because your energy feels way better than when I first got a glimpse of you.

H: Very good.

K: How’s your mom?

H: Mommy (pronounces it mummy) is very well. Thank you for asking.

K: You two were close.

H: We were extremely close. My father’s attention was on my brother most of the time and so I was given my mother’s. No words can express her importance and her influence in my life as a young boy. I never quite got over her death. I thought it cruel and unfair, and I kept those feelings inside. They were my first feelings of losing control and I did not enjoy losing control over my senses…my abilities…nothing that allowed me to seem vulnerable to the outside world. Mommy kept me safe. After she died, I needed to keep myself safe however, I took that to an extreme time and again…too often.

K: You’re showing me that because you buried your feelings and tried to keep control of yourself, that it was partly what caused a mental illness?

H: Yes. Trauma, especially in a child’s life, can contribute heavily to mental illness in the later years.

K: Makes sense.

H: When I became a man, my mental state started to decline though I hid it well.

K: What really made it worse? What really made your mental illness spiral?

H: A bump to the head.

K: Your jousting accident.

H: Yes. I damaged the part of my brain that controlled rage…emotion…anger.

K: Smacked yourself head on…so to speak.

H: I did.

K: Well, I sort of collected some questions. Feel up to them?

H: I do. Yes. I feel as though we’ve had a smooth introduction. You may proceed with your questions.

K: Cool. I think…when I sat with Paul and tried to figure out what to ask, he had…and he wasn’t smiling when he said it, what were you thinking? What happened?

H: (chuckles) Your Paul…

K: Oh…no, no. He’s not mine. You can’t own anyone. (winking)

H: (grins) Very well. Paul…was absolute in his reservations of me coming here. I am not surprised with the question and to answer it very simply, I was not thinking. Many do not when they act out of…abuse of power and no regard for the outcome of that abuse of power.

K: Agreed.

H: When a person acts without thinking and acts only with their power or perceived power, many people suffer the consequence of that. Many, under my…neglect…suffered from my pursuit of authority.

K: You have no problem admitting that?

H: No.

K: What do you think of the current monarchy? Do you like seeing that they hold less power than you did?

H: This question is based on the assumption that you would be speaking to a tyrant.

K: For sure it is, but I still ask you the same.

H: The world changes and with that, the idea of a monarchy. When government…government of a people...when it was introduced, there was no question that a monarchy would not head that. The monarchy never worked for the people even though the people were led to believe that a king or a queen would work on a public’s behalf. It was only with the introduction of a governing body that working for a collective’s best interest was possible. But even governments have their own agenda, and the system is not as it should be on most days. You have this concept or this idea of whistle blowers.

K: Yes.

H: They are important because both monarchy and government have missed the point. For hundreds upon hundreds of years, power has missed the point and who has been on the receiving end of that? People. Looking at the English monarchy today, they have done better. They have important causes to give their face to but in the end, it is a face so that people recognize charities through them and that’s what gives the charity its stamp of approval and front row seat. They are doing better but it is not the best. I was a king. I held the power of England and demanded the service and submittance of a people. They were not free under my reign. People began to feel freedom with government but depending on what type of government led a people…was the amount of freedom that was felt.

K: For sure. There are many types of governments.

H: There are. I only speak of the English monarchy. They are the ones that are front and center…continue to be most in the public eye. We kings and queens built that. We built an empire of protocol over years and years. It will take just as long…if not longer, to undo that.

K: Would you like to see it undone?

H: It has begun. With Elizabeth’s death, it will never be the same.

K: What did you think of Elizabeth’s reign?

H: I have spoken with her, and I congratulated her. She was the epitome of maintaining…great composure in very unpredictable times. Her reign is celebrated. She had many experiences and was made to educate herself through them. She is self-taught and a wonderful example of putting one’s best foot forward no matter the circumstances surrounding her.

K: That’s amazing. Thank you for that. I know there were struggles for her. If anything…I think she is the example of we only know to do what we know to do.

H: I agree and anything above and beyond that is working out of ignorance and greed. It is working…in the means of stupidity and nothing more. Wisdom is knowing and knowing does not mean that one knows all. Take it from a man who created his existence from that.

K: (chuckles) Well, if anything, you are being nothing but honest with me.

H: That was the deal.

K: Careful. I may get hungry for power.

H: Highly doubtful.

K: True. Next question. Now that you have seen the reign of both male and female monarchs…do you see a difference?

H: Now, no. I do not. I regret my stance on male heirs. I now find that to be truly ridiculous and I am unable to understand why that continues to be important in some countries, but it is not for us to figure that out. It is not our lesson or experience to create. We simply understand better and observe their journey.

K: Holy crap, man. You’ve totally upped your maturity game. I want to get into your mental health a little bit. Is that okay?

H: Yes. I insist.

K: When I first saw you, even though Sam hadn’t let you in all the way, I did hear you mention sex addiction.

H: Yes.

K: Were you a sex addict?

H: I equated love to be sex and sex to be love and I wanted love and that was shown through sex. I felt that I was unlovable so the more that I engaged in sexual behaviors, the more I felt loved. Does that make sense?

K: It does.

H: I was an addict. I filled emptiness with things…drink, food, sex, women…I wanted to feel nothing but pleasure which is the same as numbing oneself to anything they don’t wish to feel. When something failed to fulfill me or failed to continue to do so, it was never me that was the problem. It was them or that and there were repercussions. There is a term for what ailed me that is recognizable now. If I was to receive a diagnosis now, it would that of borderline personality disorder.

K: People might think that narcissism would be a better fit.

H: They are the same. Narcissism and addiction are part of that. They are under the umbrella of borderline personality disorder.

K: You said earlier that the bump on the head contributed to the mental illness that you had.

H: It exacerbated an already escalating mental issue.

K: Okay. How does that feel…admitting that you had a mental illness and that it wasn’t identified or couldn’t be helped in those times?

H: When I died and kept myself earth-bound…I could not rise to heaven without an education. The medium that worked with me…you have heard…showed me to myself.

K: I have. Love him!

H: (chuckles) She showed me to myself. Only then was it possible for me to move into light instead of staying in darkness. Darkness is simply another word for ignorance. I was ignorant to who I lived as, believing that it was all right and correct. To admit that I was not mentally…stable is nothing to me now. I sit with you in complete transparency because you are allowing that without assumption. It feels…good to sit in truth with someone and that only allows truth to be admitted. Admitting truth is not the same as apologizing.

K: Do you feel like you have apologies to make?

H: Not to anyone living. I have made my peace with those that were owed it. When a person dies and they come into their all-knowing, apologies are easier because understanding is easiest when here.

K: That’s awesome.

H: Even in death, people are still owed apologies so they may practice forgiveness in a way that is Holy. Forgiveness in a human…earth-bound way is very different than in a Holy way. Christ tried to show that. Most of that has been forgotten.

K: Ah, yes. You were a devout follower of the church before you left it.

H: I left the church because of a temper tantrum, nothing more. The church was correct to deny me a divorce. I wanted my way, and I would do anything to get my way. However, the church…held supreme power and my leaving the church was also about balancing the power it held.

K: But the English church still held power. The seat of that power just became King instead of Pope. Same coin, different sides.

H: Yes. I agree with you but with England leaving the church…it amounted to money. Money was power. England gave a lot of money to the church. Without England, the church’s resources diminished substantially, and they had to recoup that in any way they could.

K: Do you feel like the Catholic church was its own monarchy?

H: Yes. Instead of kings it had a pope. Instead of princes, it had cardinals and bishops and instead of princesses, it had its nuns. Same coin…as you say.

K: Wow. You are really…layin’ it all out there, Harry.

H: (chuckles) Harry? Well, yes…I guess it would be.

K: Do you feel…embarrassed…if that’s the right term, that it was always you and your swimmers (sperm) that determine the sex of a baby? Do you feel sorry?

H: No.

K: Why?

H: Because we did not know the science when I lived. How can I feel sorry for how I lived with what I knew…scientifically speaking, then? I can’t. I am sorry for not being the father to my children…to my girls, that my mother was to me. She treated her children, boys and girls, the same. She loved. I forgot her example, being determined to father a male heir. That is what I am sorry for. For my daughters, it was too late. But I am not sorry for the science that was not on earth at that time. Pregnancy and sex…because the woman created the child, it was assumed that the woman created sex. The men fertilized and the woman was responsible for everything after a moment of passion. I also regret…not respecting the woman’s part in bearing children because they did all of it.

K: We sure do. Thank you for that.

H: Yes.

K: I did speak to Anne.

H: I know.

K: How do you feel about putting her to death for things that you were doing as well?

H: I was the king. I gave myself permission. My wife did not have my permission. She was calculated…Anne was. She wanted power. She was my true match. I have great respect for her. We are great friends here. Now that the costumes have come off, we are able to be ourselves and we are great friends. She spoke honestly with you.

K: She did.

H: I’m happy she did. If she were here today, she would be part of the feminist movement. That still exists?

K: It does. For sure. There are extremes with it, but it does exist. What was with your leg? It seemed like it just never healed.

H: (laughs out loud) An addition to my pathetic-ness. I was fat.

K: (laughing loudly) Dear God.

H: I was fat. I was an alcoholic. My heart was in very bad shape. I did not have good circulation. I sat for most of the time. I was not active. I’m surprised that the leg didn’t kill me sooner. I had many physicians at my disposal who secretly knew witches…wise women who would make me various topical solutions…it prolonged my life.

K: Interesting. Physicians actually used witches…the same witches that were burned?

H: All the time. It was a secret that was never told. Witches knew more about pharmaceuticals than physicians did. It’s if a physician failed with what they were given by a witch…that’s when they wanted revenge and that’s when the witch would die. Everything, in those times, was about revenge…getting revenge or maintaining a power that you assumed you had.

K: What do you think of your painting that indicated that you were well…blessed in the manhood area?

H: (laughing while hiding his face and peeking through his fingers) I heard that you are not scared to ask the important questions.

K: (HUGE laughter) I’m flattered.

H: I liked it at the time. I was proud of that painting because that’s what led my actions.

K: Really?

H: Oh yes. Now, I’m happy I don’t look at it every day. Actually, I avoid looking at it.

K: I’m using it.

H: I would be insulted if you didn’t. It explains a lot, but it also shows…what I regret. A person doesn’t know what they don’t know. I know more and that is one of the reasons I chose to speak with you, spirit to spirit and not human to human.

K: Do you find that the mediums that you have spoken to…that you feel put you on trial…spoke to you human to spirit and didn’t really use their…language of spirit?

H: Yes. I do feel that. Yes.

K: Do you feel like you weren’t given a fair…trial?

H: I deserve the questions and I deserve the assumptions…to a point. I believe that any conversation had between two people is to come to an understanding. They speak what they perceive, and you speak what you perceive and there comes a moment of understanding. I don’t believe I really ever received understanding. I don’t ask for understanding as King Henry the eighth. I ask for understanding being who I am now and that I have learned from that life and have done better. We do not remain who we lived as. Many people believe that we do. We carry the same face when we present as that identity but there is an immediate maturity…a graduation that happens. Regretfully, people speak to spirits believing that they continue to be that person. However, we are not. We admit wrongdoings. We admit what we have learned. We admit what we continue to educate ourselves on. Much of the time, that is not enough. Our trials are constant. The people of the world that chose to live these parts to ensure the Earth continued on its trajectory of awakening…chose those before that life because they saw the higher understanding of it all. Embodied people cannot and so the trials continue so embodied people…humans can feel that they are in control and are powerful over spirits that have laid that to rest after much review with a much fuller and bigger heart and with God.

K: Wow. In all of my years doing this, I have never heard it put that way. Thank you for that. That’s powerful.

H: Put it this way, if I did not live how I lived…your English monarchy would be very, very different. The influence of Diana…of Catharine…of Harry…would not be what it is today. It all happens as it’s meant to for a greater awakening than just the singular human being.

K: You are a pleasant surprise, Henry.

H: Thank you. I must admit, you would have made an excellent queen.

K: I call bullshit. I’m not one for protocol.

H: Protocol has been taken to the extreme as all things have. There are rules for everything and everyone. To break those rules for the good of humanity and to forge a greater…wider…higher path, is what’s needed now. But it isn’t something that can be given up on. Even with its highs and its lows…the path must continue to be carved…forged because it is not just the paths of history that are well worn that lead home. It’s also the adventure of the new ones.

K: Do you feel like new paths are being carved out?

H: I feel they are being carved out with the tools of ancients that could see new ways but the timing of those ways is now. So, they hand the tools to people who will carve the new in these times where ancient and new can come together to build…eternity. With the ancient and with the new, it becomes divine.

K: Do you go all that way back to see what was started and only meant to be continued now?

H: Sometimes. (leans forward) But I do get jealous that I didn’t choose now to live. I believe I would have gotten the help and support that I needed and lived more of a life filled with love and companionship…friendship than what I experienced as Henry.

K: Awe. That must have been hard. Did you feel lonely?

H: Yes. I did feel lonely. I wanted friendship and love, but I did not know how to give that, so I didn’t receive it. At the end of my life is when I realized that.

K: Isn’t that always how it goes?

H: Yes. I agree. That is how it goes. Wouldn’t it be something for people to realize these things well before they are meant to die?

K: I think that’s starting now. With all the information out there…there’s a lot of understanding but “innerstanding” is something completely different. Understanding is one thing and using what we understand is something very different. I think people crave to understand to give themselves permission to innerstand but I believe if we start innerstanding first…understanding will become more natural.

H: Well said. I agree.

K: Anything else on your life that you would like to talk about?

H: I am very much at peace with what we have discussed. Thank you, Kimberly, for your patience and your willingness to hear all sides and not just what you have read about me.

K: That’s what I’m here for. Thanks for meeting with me. You are a lovely surprise. Thank you for your honesty. That’s all I ever ask for.

H: Me too. I used to be bothered by people’s honest thoughts because I was never honest with myself. To connect with pure intention is something I admire with people. Be well. Thank you. I hope we will meet again.

K: I’m open to it. Have a lovely rest of your day.

H: I shall report back to your circle and to mine and tell them that all was peaceful.

K: I’m sure they already know.

H: I asked for a private meeting with you. That was my only requirement. If I was to be honest, they would grant me a private meeting. I’m sure they will be pleased to hear that the meeting was a success.

K: I’ll let you do the announcement. I need to get some stuff done. Thank you…so much.

H: Thank you. (bows then straightens and walks into a bright spotlight)

#spirituality #talking with ghosts #channeling #channeling spirit #new age #mediumship #psychic #intuition #automatic writing #message from spirit #mediumship readings #channeled messages #messages from heaven #henry the eighth #king henry viii

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frogtanii · 3 years

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iwaizumi was... overwhelmed, to say the least.

the past few days had been such a whirlwind of change that hajime could barely properly process, much less appropriately react to it all, so he behaved much like a zombie, saying yes when prompted, signing papers when told, and packing up what was his entire life for the past 11 months.

wow. iwaizumi collapsed on his bed as he scanned his now barren bedroom. he’d been here for almost a year and yet, all his belongings were in boxes within a couple of days.

hajime couldn’t keep the disbelieving chuckle from escaping his chest as he leaned back on his bed, dark brown eyes trained on the ceiling.

it felt like he’d spent such a large chunk of his life trapped in this house, under the foot of the woman who he thought he’d marry but in reality, he’d been in little leagues longer than he’d been in love.

iwaizumi scoffed and rolled his eyes. yeah, “in love”. it’d been about a week since his whole life started to unravel and he had hardly seen, let alone spoken to meiko throughout that entire time.

over text, she’d sworn up and down that she loved and cared about him but as she passed by him packing his things a few days ago, she’d barely spared him a second glance.

hajime wasn’t going to lie. it hurt. he’d opened his heart up to her, something he didn’t do easily, and she’d taken his trust and used it to twist him into her weapon.

he always believed he was stronger than this — he’d never forget his mother telling him so when he was younger. he had fallen and scraped his knee yet he refused to cry to keep from upsetting his mom. iwaizumi existed to live up to what his mother thought of him but here he was, completely enveloped in meiko’s shit, doing her dirty work and following her bidding like some mutt.

god, toorū was right. he really was her bitch.

“i could hear you thinking from down the hall, iwa-chan.” speak of the devil...

oikawa stood at his doorway, leaning against the frame with a posture that seemed relaxed at first glance but if you looked a little closer, you’d notice the tenseness in his shoulders and the tightness of his smile.

hajime quickly sat up on his bed before motioning for his old friend to enter. “uh, yeah,” he began, his voice cracking a little from disuse, “i have a lot to think about.”

the light haired brunette let out an understanding hum before wandering into the room, sharp observant eyes darting to look at all the empty walls. “looks like you’re all packed.”

“pretty much,” iwaizumi nodded before the room fell into an awkward silence, the two childhood friends completely avoiding one another’s eyes.

“look, i-“

“iwa-chan, i’m-“

they both paused for a moment before bursting into laughter, the sound carrying into the hall and throughout the house.

hajime wiped a few stray tears from his eyes, shaking his head at their awkwardness. “you first, shittykawa.”

toorū gasped in halfhearted mock offense before quickly sobering up, training iwaizumi with a completely serious look. “i’m sorry and before you go on some bullshit, self sacrificing rant, you’re not the only one to blame for what happened to our friendship.”

he sighed while making his way to iwaizumi’s bed, sitting down gently beside him. “i should’ve known better, okay? i shouldn’t have let my jealousy and insecurities get in between us but i guess i got swept up in the attention, yknow? meiko is actually charming when she wants to be.”

iwaizumi nodded in agreement, knowing all too well how compelling meiko could be. the room fell into a more comfortable silence as both boys escaped into their thoughts, questions about the future of their friendship flitting throughout their minds.

“oh!” oikawa was pulled out of his own head at hajime’s exclamation, his eyes moving to observe his friend dig through his pockets to procure a thick white envelope. “here. i’d like you to give this yn.”

all toorū could do was nod, his brain short circuiting at the sight of iwaizumi’s apparent kindness to the woman he tormented for so long. “uh, what’s in it?” he ventured to ask, his soft hands toying with the sealed envelope flap.

a soft chuckle came from across the bed. “don’t be so nosy toorū, just give it to her, yeah?” oikawa rolled his eyes but obliged, the bed creaking as he stood to his feet.

“so... this is it, huh?” it was like the reality of the situation was just now sinking in — they hadn’t been close in a while but iwaizumi was still his best friend and he wasn’t quite ready to let him go.

they’d been through so much together, practically growing up together and now, they’d only see each other on holidays, if even then, and then he’d never be invited to hajime’s wedding as his best man as they’d planned and he also wouldn’t be the coolest uncle/godfather of iwa’s children and—

“fuck no,” hajime scoffed with a bright grin on his face. “thought you were gonna annoy me til the end of time shittykawa. don’t tell me you’re quitting your job now.”

the hidden meaning behind iwaizumi’s words brought tears to oikawa’s eyes and before he could stop himself, he launched his body into iwa’s arms. hajime hesitated, his hands stuttering at toorū’s sides as though he’d forgotten how to hug but the feeling passed, his arms winding around his friend’s lithe waist.

“‘m gonna miss you hajime,” oikawa’s voice came out as a broken whimper, his arms tightening around his shoulders.

iwaizumi hummed instead of responding, too afraid of his voice cracking under the weight of his emotions. they stood there for a moment but the honk of the moving truck outside signaled the both of them of their limited time.

hurriedly, oikawa wiped the tears off his cheeks before waving awkwardly at iwaizumi as he left the room with a friendly, “don’t be a stranger.”

and then he was gone.

toorū finally allowed himself to collapse into sobs on his best friends empty bed, his palms pressing into his eyes as he sat there and just let himself feel.

apparently, he wasn’t crying very quietly because it took only a few moments for you to find him, your soft footsteps alerting him to your presence. oikawa scrambled to wipe away what he knew was an unattractive mixture of tears and snot as you got closer.

you were one of the last people he wanted to see him like this.

“hey,” you whispered, standing a few feet away from him. “um, i know this is probably a bad time but i just wanted to thank you for apologizing? back at the awards show?”

toorū sniffed as he looked up at you with confusion written on his face. “what? you shouldn’t thank me for apologizing. ‘s common courtesy.”

you laughed softly, nodding in agreement. “well, not always. so, thank you.” finished with your piece and not too keen on lingering where you weren’t wanted, you moved towards the door but were swiftly stopped before you got there.

“um, here. it’s from iwa-chan.” you gaped at the thick envelope oikawa was handing you before taking it and opening it, a low curse falling from your lips.

inside the package was a dense wad of cash, more money than you’d seen in months. accompanied with it was a letter, written in beautifully loopy handwriting.

you shut it quickly before oikawa could see, stuffing the envelope deep within your pocket where you could access it alone in the depths of your room.

“do you wanna come eat? last i heard, bokuto and tsumu were doing a cooking competition and i’m sure it’ll be fun to watch.” you were severely thrown off by the money and letter but you were determined to show toorū that you’d accepted his apology and were on your way to making amends.

he gave you a shy nod and trailed behind you to the kitchen, the loud sounds of fire and screaming coming from down the hall. you wanted to focus on the fun and merriment but the envelope was practically burning a hole in your pocket.

later that night, you finally got the chance to open the letter and read it, your former manager’s words bringing tears to your eyes.

dear yn,

i’m probably the last person you expected to hear from. you probably didn’t want to hear from me at all if i’m being honest and i don’t blame you. i know there is nothing i can say that could make up for what i’ve done to you but i’d like to try.

i’m sorry. those words don’t nearly express in and of themselves how truly remorseful i am but they needed to be said. there’s no excuse for how i treated you — not meiko, not my stress, absolutely nothing.

you deserved my common decency and respect and i didn’t give that to you. instead, i abused my position and made your life hell. i’ll never forgive myself for that.

uh, i bet you’re wondering what the money is? i promise i’m not trying to pay you off, it’s just all the money i’ve denied you since you moved here. i have a lot of wrongs to right and this is one of them.

sorry, i’m not very good with words but i just wanted you to know that i’m very sorry for everything that i’ve done. and i’m in no place to make demands or anything but i just wanted to ask if you’d keep an eye on oikawa for me.

he’s strong but he’s also vulnerable. he might be a pain in my ass but he’s my best friend and since i can’t keep him from drowning, i was wondering if you’d do that - not for me but for him.

anyways, this letter is shit but i suppose you get the gist. use the money for whatever you want and if you’re as unselfish as i’ve heard, you don’t owe me anything. you don’t owe me money, kindness, or forgiveness.

take care of yourself,

iwaizumi hajime

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so... this is it

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