#go ahead and use any muse you'd like; any are fine with me! ^^

[screamqueenmacher]

Like a Virgin - Tig x Plus Size Reader

Second (2nd) attempt at posting this one so let's hope it works lol. 18+ minors DNI!! Explicit smut lies ahead (oral [female receiving], loss of virginity)

An infamous SAMCRO party. That's where you'd found yourself at the present moment. The friend who had dragged you alone was long gone into the sea of drunken…what were they called? Croweaters? It was actually a pretty clever name, you had to admit.

You were on one end of the bar, drinking a plain soda. You needed to be able to drive your friend home when she would inevitably end up too drunk to even stand, let alone drive. Fidgeting with the black and grey plaid skirt you'd worn, you thought for just a moment that you saw her, but in an instant your vision was blocked by what seemed like a horde of half-dressed women. You were incredibly over dressed, compared to the rest of the party. You had on a low cut, black top, and your skirt went a little lower than mid thigh, which was far longer than anything else you'd seen tonight. If you hadn't had a little weight on you, your friend would've dressed you in something of her own. Not that you were a prude but…jesus.

“Darlin', are you havin’ any fun?” A larger man with scraggly, shoulder length hair and bushy beard asked. You blushed deeply, sipping on your drink.

“Yeah! Absolutely!” No, not really. You'd much rather be at home, doing some old woman hobby like crocheting or something.

“Nah, I don't buy it.” Another man said, joining you on your other side. He had some of the most striking blue eyes you'd ever seen, and his curly hair gave him a wild look. “But I bet I could change it.”

You couldn't help it. You laughed. How drunk and desperate was this guy to hit on you with everyone else surrounding him?

“That's okay, really. But thank you.” You didn't miss the looks of confusion shared between the men, but he went off.

“Not sure Tig's used to being turned down by a young, hot piece of ass.” Scraggly man added. So blue eyes was named Tig. But you sputtered a little.

“I guess I'm young but not sure I tick the hot box.” You joked, laughing as you took another drink.

You didn't know if he was going to say anything else, because he was being dragged away in the next instant by two actual hot pieces of ass. That was okay. You were used to looking cute at best, especially when in the company of women that rivalled porn stars. Actually, you thought a few might really be porn stars. You were a bigger woman, curvier, even in places men didn't normally appreciate. You knew you didn't, at least. Your breasts were big enough but not impressive. Maybe they would've been on a smaller frame.

“Hey, Y/N!” You were pulled out of your musings by your friend suddenly slinging herself around your shoulders. You gave her a shocked smile, laughing slightly. “Loosen up! Have a shot!”

“Oh, no, I don't need-”

“C'mon! Pour us some shots!” She yelled to the little guy behind the bar. He did exactly that, pouring you and her both shots. Fuck. You hated shots, but there was no getting her to back down.

“Fine.” You gave her a tight lipped smile before downing the shot with her. You didn't know what it was, but it burned going down, that was for sure.

“WOO! Come dance with me!” Grabbing your hand, she dragged you away from the bar, ignoring any and all protests coming from you.

“You know I don't dance!” You called over the loud music, but you couldn't help but laugh as she attempted to get you to dance with her. A set of hands suddenly landed on your hips, a body pressed against your back.

“Here, let me help.” That was the same voice from before. Tig. Your friend was grinning at you wildly, the two of them all but forcing your body to move to the rhythm of the music.

“Isn't this so much fun!” Your friend squealed, laughing at how red your face had gotten. You were sure her fat mouth was about to voice the detail too if it weren't for another Son coming up behind her to mimic what Tig was doing with you.

“Now this is a party!” The newcomer was a cute, young guy with what could only be described as a mohawk. Your friend still had your hands in hers, raising both of your arms so the men behind you had more space for wandering hands.

You let it happen, which was a surprise to even yourself. You danced, which was crazy alone, which strangers. With men you didn't know. If your friend remembered this, you'd never live it down. One of Tig's hands pressed into your lower stomach, holding you close against his hips, the other dangerously close under your breasts.

“Having fun now, doll?” His mustache tickled your skin as he spoke against your neck.

“A little.” You teased, turning your head ever so slightly. One shot wouldn't make you drunk. No, you were high on this feeling of being wanted. Even if it was just for tonight, or until a better girl caught his eye.

“Juice!” Your attention was brought back to your friend, who no longer had your hands in hers, and was instead wrapping herself around the younger biker. You could already feel your body starting to slow down, not moving as much with the beat of music.

“C'mon, don't give up on me now. We were just getting started.” This time, he didn't just speak against your neck, he kissed it as well. You allowed yourself to be swayed back into dancing. He nipped at your skin, making you gasp, your neck craving subconsciously to give him more access. “Atta girl.”

You didn't do this. You didn't party. You didn't dance with men. Men didn't kiss your neck, or touch your body. To be fair, women didn't either. You just didn't do this. You kissed a couple boys in high school, and a girl in college, but that was the furthest you'd gone with anything. Tonight was going in an unexpected direction.

“Yo, Tig!” Another man was calling your dance partner, and suddenly hands were slipping from your body.

“Don't go anywhere.” He gave you a pointed look before disappearing into the crowd.

What the fuck was going on? If Tig tried to push further…would you go with it? He looked old enough to be your dad, but he was handsome. Charming. Experienced, for sure. The opposite of you. You could probably trust him to show you a fun time. You hoped, at least. You turned back, heading to the bar, when you saw Tig talking to the scraggly guy from before. He met your eye and winked before turning his attention back. So, you went to the bar. You'd stood there for all of ten seconds before the young guy was leaning across the counter.

“Get ya a drink?”

“Nah, I'm good.” You smiled. It looked like he was going to say something else, but a hand was suddenly against the small of your back, and a body was leaning in close.

“Scram, prospect.” Tig jerked his head, and the guy was gone in seconds. “Not interested in competition.”

“Trust me, there's no competition.” How did that sound? You blushed, but he laughed. Clearing your throat, you turned towards him, hands smoothing over his shoulders. “You, uh, still interested in helping me have a fun time?”

“More than anything.” He grinned, the hand on your back snaking down under your skirt to grab your ass.

“I'm no prude but I'd rather some form of privacy and not…that.” You nodded towards a girl being eaten out on the pool table.

“That's too bad.” He frowned for a moment before laughing. “I'm just kiddin'. Come on, I got a place for us.”

That was how you ended up here, on your back against the bed of some random bedroom, with Tig's tongue halfway down your throat. Your little makeout sessions in the past had nothing on this. His hips pressed against yours, and you could feel the growing bulge pressing against your core. He felt big, and that was a bit daunting, but you weren't backing down now. His lips broke from yours, allowing you to gasp for breath as he kissed and nipped along your neck and collarbone.

“Tig, if I tell ya something, promise not to be weird about it?” You weren't sure if you expected him to stop, but he bit into the juncture of your neck and shoulder a little rougher instead. It drew a moan from you.

“You gonna tell me you secretly got a dick or somethin’? Cause honestly, doll-” One of his hands slid up your leg and pressed against your panties. “I don't feel one.”

“N-no, it's not that.” You actually huffed a laugh. “I'm a virgin Don't make it weird or anything but-”

“How old are you?” His head pulled back, eyes searching your face. Your very red face.

“Twenty-six, thanks for asking.” You could almost see his eyes bugging out of his head. “It just never came up.”

“It's a good thing I did.” He teased, making you laugh. He gave you another kiss, tugging your lower lip with his teeth. “Babydoll, I'm not gonna make it weird, but I'm gonna make it memorable.”

At first, you weren't exactly sure what that would entail, but now, with his head under your skirt and panties on the floor, you had a pretty good idea. Your back arched off the bed, one hand buried in Tig's curls, the other one covering your mouth to keep your noises down. One of his fingers pressed into you while his tongue circled your clit. A second finger joined shortly, and your clit was sucked into his mouth harshly. You know you tugged his hair, and the way he groaned against your core sent shivers down your spine.

“Oh~ Tig!” Your other hand dropped to his hair as well, your jaw dropped as you moaned hotly. He twisted his wrist, the pads of his fingers catching that perfect spot inside of you and pressing into it over and over again. Within seconds, your legs were shaking and you were filling the room with a borderline pornographic sound as you came.

“I could listen to that all day long.” He was grinning as he popped his head up, his fingers still working you down from your orgasm. That was far better than anything you'd ever given yourself before. Pulling his fingers from you, he licked them clean before standing. “I'm gonna grab a condom. Get ready for the main event.”

You watched as he stripped himself of his clothes, admiring his body. He was soft and hard in all the right ways, and you found yourself wondering how he got each scar. You had to remind yourself that this was a one night thing, and nothing more.

“That's still a lot of clothing, darlin’.” You hadn't taken anything else off, but your skin was hot.

“Sorry, I'm…not…” You pursed your lips, raising up on your elbows. “I think I'd be more comfortable like…this.”

“Hey, I get it, baby, I do. Just know I wouldn't be in here, with you, if you weren't scalding hot.” He gave you a kind of goofy grin, joining you on the bed once more. He slotted himself between your legs, his lips pressing into yours heatedly. He barely pulled back, breath brushing your lips as he spoke. “Can't promise this won't hurt, but I promise I'll make it up to you.”

“I'm ready.” You nodded, surging forward to kiss him again. His teeth tugged at your lip, his tongue slipping into your mouth as he lined himself up. Slowly, he pushed into you, carefully working himself into you until he was fully seated. Your breath hitched, the burn overwhelming for a moment. But you'd give him this, he didn't rush you. Instead, he continued to kiss you hotly, until you were breaking away for breath. “I'm good.”

That's all he needed to hear. Rolling his hips, you whined at the way his cock dragged through your walls. Your nails bit into his shoulders, but he didn't seem to mind. If anything, it seemed to spur him on. He pulled out almost all the way before pressing back into you as far as he could go. Over and over, slow but deep. Soft, heated pants filled the room.

“I'm not going to break.” You rushed out, one of your hands sliding up to tangle in his hair.

“Oho, atta girl.” He huffed a laugh, his thrusts picking up speed. Soon, the sound of skin slapping skin joined the noises of the room. “Fuck, I love virgin pussy. You feel so good wrapped around me.”

“Yes~” You definitely loved the feeling of him inside of you. How had you waited so long for this?

“That's it. Taking my cock like such a good girl.” He groaned, and his praises made you hot. Your fingers tugged at his hair, a lewd moan spilling from you as he hit that perfect spot inside of you again. “Shit, baby, sing for me.”

“Tig~” You bit your lip, back arching. You could feel your second orgasm rising faster and faster. His head dropped to your chest, and you felt his teeth nipping at your breasts. He sucked some of your skin into his mouth, sucking a dark mark into your skin. That's what did it for you. The coil was bound so tightly, and finally snapped. “Tig!”

“Perfect fucking pussy.” He groaned against your skin. You don't know how much longer he pumped into you before he was releasing into his condom. All you knew was that you felt fucking great. You heard him whistle at you, and you refocus on him with a lazy smile. “Earth to Y/N. You good?”

“I'm great. Thanks for that.” You both chuckled at the way you phrased it, but there was no going back. “So, you know my name?”

“Heard your friend yelling it earlier.” He confirmed, slowly slipping out of you. He disappeared into the bathroom, discarding the condom before returning. You sat up, looking down to see if there was a way to cover the hickey he gave you. Of course, there wasn't.

“Thanks, for this.” You gestured to your chest, trying to appear irritated, but you couldn't pull it off. He was too charming to be mad at. Standing from the bed, you swayed for a moment before collecting your panties from the floor. “Give me a minute to clean myself up and I'll be out of your hair.”

“Yeah, sounds good.” He'd pulled his boxers and and jeans back on, lighting a cigarette as you stepped into the bathroom.

You looked a mess, and you felt a mess. But…a mess in the best way. You didn't regret waiting, and you were so glad you'd decided tonight was the time. You doubted any of those little pricks you dated in high school could've made you feel so good. You did as you said, cleaned yourself up, pulled your panties back on, and reentered the dorm room you'd claimed. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, leaning back on one hand while he smoked. He held the cigarette out to you, but you declined.

“Hey, just so you know, I'm honored to be the one to deflower you.” He looked sincere for a moment before smiling. You couldn't help but laugh.

“I told you not to make it weird.” You walked past him, to the door. “Thanks, though. You were quite the gentleman.”

“Not sure anyone else would agree, but I'll take it.” He chuckled, standing from the bed and putting out his cigarette in a dish. Grabbing his shirt and his kutte, he finished getting redressed. “If you ever find yourself looking for some more fun…”

“I know where to find you.” You leaned up, kissing his cheek before leaving his room.

[reidsaurora]

You Are Invited To:

It's time!!! It's officially my third birthday celebration, so I think that makes it a tradition officially 🥹

As always, I wanna say ahead of time, thank you to all the friends and mutuals have sent me things in the mail or even just sent me a happy birthday message. You guys truly are the sweetest people and the greatest gift I could ever receive 💗

Anywho, now that I'm done rambling, onto the challenge!

The Concept/Rules:

So, this is very heavily inspired by this challenge by @carolmunson that I totally meant to write a fic for but it never got finished bc ✨️writer's block✨️ lol

Anyway, the concept is:

I'm going to give you some phrases and props that you must include in the fic.

If you can't fit them all in, it's totally fine! I know I'm including kind of a lot!

These items and phrases can be depicted however you'd like! Whether they're just mentioned in passing or if they have a deeper meaning is totally up to you!

Your fic can be however long or short you want, however fluffy or angsty you want, with any Criminal Minds muse(s) you want!

Whether it's Character x Character or Character x Reader is totally up to you!

It doesn't have to be birthday themed, but can be if you'd like since this is all in celebration of my birthday!

There will be prizes! More to come on that later 🫶🏻

I will start taking submissions on August 1st, and submissions will close August 31st! If for some reason, you find yourself struggling with the deadline (girl me 2), just send me a DM!

Make sure to tag me in the fic and use the hashtag #reidsaurorabdaychallenge so i can see it!

The Props:

A Bottle of Wine/Champagne, or a Wine/Champagne glass

Candle

Card (any type! birthday card, credit card, playing card, etc)

Piece of Cake (can be the item or as a phrase!)

The Prompts:

"Hand it over."

"Are you happy now?" "Very."

"Best. Day. Ever!"

The Prizes:

First Place - a personalized fic written by me OR a fic of your own beta read by me! (up to 5K words)

Second Place - a fic of your own beta read by me! (up to 3K words)

Third Place - icon pack with a Criminal Minds character + episode of your choice!

The Thank Yous:

As always, I could never get through the year without my besties and mutuals, so to go without tagging you guys would be a shame!

@dungeons-are-too-cold @rupsmorge @reidsbookclub @sadgirlml @writer-in-theory @serenity-lattes @reidselle @broken-stardust @gay-prentiss so many others! I love you all so so much, thank you all for being the absolute best people in the world 🫶🏻💗

[notyourmamasdeerbat]

More Rook Banter! Get it while it's hot! I'm in a caffeine induced fugue state!

*waves arms wildly* @rook-laidir ! Thanks again for existing!

Bellara: Hey, Rook?  Rook: What’s the word, baby bird? Bellara: [startled snort]  Rook: What's it mean, jellybean?  Bellara: Can you- [giggling] What are you-  Rook: No idea what you're talking about.  Bellara: I was just gonna ask you-  Rook: Go ahead, sugarbread.  Bellara: [laughing] Rook!  Rook: Yeah, I'm running out of ‘em here.  Bellara: I was going to ask if you wanted cooking duty! I can do the dishes after. Rook: Yeah, that sounds good.  Bellara: …No rhyme?  Rook: Give me a second. It's comin’. 

Rook: You ever get cold, Davrin?  Davrin: Never.  Rook: [snort] No? Don't believe in sweaters? A turtleneck? Maybe? Something with… chest?  Davrin: Why? Something wrong with my chest?  Rook: N- No! No, I… I mean…Oh, you fucker.  Davrin: [chuckle] Why are you worried about my chest, Rook?  Rook: The. BLIGHT. Davrin.  Davrin: Oh, that. Usually I'm not in the habit of letting darkspawn get that close. They've got other priorities… unlike you and me.   Rook: DAVRIN. 

Taash: I'm sorry about your mom.  Rook: [sucks teeth] okay. Taash: I know it hurts.  Rook: I know you do. She wasn't my mom.  Taash: Yeah she was. 

Harding: You ever wonder just how far you can walk towards the horizon before it just drops out from under you? I wonder if you'd hit a cliff or the ocean first. Statistically speaking.  Rook: That depends. Can you make a cliff?  Harding: Uh. I don't… I could try? Little fissure, maybe?  Rook: As an outlier, you could double the cliffs to ocean ratio.  Harding: That's not…  Rook: You could screw over geological surveys for centuries. It would be hilarious.  Harding: …I guess it would be my decision then. Cliff before ocean, whenever I felt like it.  Rook: Unless you're on the beach.  Harding: Unless I'm on the beach. 

Emmrich: I… may have been privy to a few of your more recent notes on the runic lenses, Rook. I think it's a fascinating idea. Rook: It's that freaking wisp again, isn't it. I'm going to start calling him Fernando and I'm banning him from my room.  Emmrich: I- no. What?  Rook: …Nevermind.  Emmrich: To think, spectacles used to translate any language the reader could see! Similar devices were used in the archives of the Necropolis, albeit to a more limited effect. Restoring old or damaged script by vision alone– faded tombstones and signatures, ancient Nevarran writings, all coherent again with time!  Rook: Ideally, the lenses would reconstruct ancient elven and other languages by refracting the valences of the Fade through the same principles of the Lighthouse’s libr– Who is bringing you my notes?  Emmrich: There is a very friendly candlehop who seems eager to bring your musings to light.  Rook: Gerald.  Lucanis: You leave your back open in a fight.  Rook: YOU leave your- sorry. What?  Lucanis: Your back. Beneath your shoulders. Someone could knock you off balance.  Rook: Oh. Yeah, I noticed. Last mage hit me pretty hard in the center of my lower back. It's where Varric used to stand when he'd cover me.  Lucanis: Oh.  Rook: Just got to adjust! Preferably before I get my spine blasted out of my guts.  Lucanis: Right. Rook: You worried?  Lucanis: No. You handle yourself fine.  Rook: Aw! So do you. That was nice. I feel all glowy. Say something nice again.  Lucanis: [snort]  Rook: Here, I'll go first. You're the fastest blade-draw this side of the Colean Sea. Lucanis: [clearly smiling] I know.  Rook: Hey, this only works if you're humble with it. Your turn. Lucanis: Rook.  Rook: Fine, I'll wait.  Taash (if present): You two done flirting? It's weird.  Bellara (if present): What about me, Rook? Can I have something nice?  Rook (if applicable): You're the coolest tinkerer I've ever known. And also the prettiest. Bellara (if present): Aw! 

Rook: Neve, can I borrow your notes for book club?  Neve: Missed a chapter? Due last night, you know. Rook: I was… I um…  Neve: Busy, were you?  Lucanis (if present): [clears throat]  Taash (if present): [laughing at Rook's expense] Rook: …I was… training. Yeah. You know, I've got this crick in my shoulder–  Neve: You have a coffee stain on your upper collar and your eyeliner is smudged just beneath your cheekbone. Little flakes of it. He likes looking there, you know.  Rook: (if Lucanis is present) No I don't. No he doesn't. Lucanis? Lucanis: (if present) Don't look at me! I was also… training. 

Rook: (if Harding is present) Hey Harding? I'll take that cliff now.  Harding (if present): [giggling] 

This is genuinely so fun and I would recommend making YourRook!specific banter to anyone in need of a little pick me up. If you're interested in picking up the trend I'd love to see!

@fenrelmercar @the-bear-and-his-sunbird @hedwigoprah @spinfins @draco-illius-noctis 🍿🤲

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Helping Hand 10

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of divorce, manipulation, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: Jonathan Pine, 40s reader

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You toss and turn, as much as you can with your injured shoulder. You fall asleep caught up in your exchange with Jonathan, replaying it until it distorts to dreamy nonsense. Just the sight of his face skewed in your subconscious.

When you wake, it is less than peaceful. You almost scream at agony tearing through your muscles. You must’ve rolled the wrong way. You manage to push yourself onto your back and grunt, wheezing out the pain as your eyes prick with tears.

You shake as you push yourself up, cradling your arm as you fix your sling to support it. It is unlike anything you've felt before. As if a rusty blade is sawing through your muscle.

You look down at your shirt, the borrow cotton tugging at your nerves. You still don't remember what happened to your uniform. Your assumption unsettles you too much to acknowledge. Would he really do that?

You stand slowly, moving at a snail's pace as you take in the unfamiliar place. You can't help but admire it. He keeps a fine house, the type you never could, the kind Andy nagged you for all those years.

You wander into the kitchen, as pristine and stylish as the rest of the house. It's like stepping into a lifestyle magazine. You stop short of the end of the counter and muse at propriety. It doesn't feel right to disturb the perfection, or as a guest to help yourself.

You turn back as a yawn greets you, wafting down the hall. Jonathan enters in only a towel, his blond hair speckled with beads of water as his skin glistens. He drops his arms and fixes the knot at his waist, clearing his throat as he gives a grin.

"Morning," he purrs, "I thought you'd still be asleep."

"Uh, no," you try to cross your arms out of habit and cry out.

"Oh, dear, do not tax yourself," he rushes closer as you shy away. Anyone with a body like his would be so unbothered in his half-naked state, "please, coffee? Tea? Whatever you've come in search of, I can take care of it."

You sigh and run your fingers along the seam of the sling. You chew your lip and your eyes list to the wall.

"Coffee, please," you relent. "Just something to get me going, then I'll be out of your hair."

"I am in no hurry to have you gone," he assures.

"But I should be," you sniff.

He sighs and goes to work. You listen as he opens and closes a cupboard, working swiftly at the counter. Soon the aroma of coffee brews and tickles your nose.

"Come, you should sit, it will be a few minutes," he gestures you into the hall, "after you."

You put your head down and go ahead of him. Even with the sling, you arm feels heavy. You step onto the runner that trims the hardwood and carefully pad across the embroidered pattern.

The world shifts suddenly and it's as if the rugs been pulled out from under you. Literally. You stumble forward, jarring your tortured muscles, twisting around desperately so you land on your hip with a startling force.

You lay on your side, whimpering as you peek down to your feet. You see the rug crumpled as Jonathan pulls his foot from atop it. He shows his teeth and tuts.

"Ah, no, darling," he nears and looks down at you, "my designer did mention I should put some trackpads under that to keep it in place."

You tremble as you try to sit up, your lower back struck with an electric pain. You writhe and clutch your shoulder, legs bent as you whine. It was an accident right, he wouldn't…

"Are you hurt?" He asks with enough concern to muffle your doubts. Why would he do that? No, you're just paranoid.

You push with hand, trying to sit up and yelp again. Your tears break through as you collapse. You shake your head.

"No, I'm… hurt."

"Darling, you really can't help yourself," he chuckles. "Here, we can't have you on the couch, you'll need proper support."

He kneels and scoops you up easily, lifting you to cradle you against his naked torso. You groan as your head lolls, the pain rippling in your vision. It's too much to think straight but you know this isn't right. You have bad luck but it can't be that bad.

"What are you doing?" You hiss.

"Taking you to bed," he says, "I've a guest room. I would've shown you earlier but I didn't want to overextend you."

"Ah, ah," you cry out, "I… I should see the doctor–"

"Hush hush, darling, we'll get you abed and figure all that out," he climbs the stairs, unhindered by your added weight.

You squeeze your eyes shut and gnash your teeth. You have no choice but to surrender to his control. You can't do much more than fold like a broken doll.

You open your eyes as he enters a room and you glance over at the crisp white bedding. He lays you over it, carefully pulling back the blanket and leaving it folded back beside you. He stands straight, looking down at you with his hands on his hips, smirking. He's smirking.

"Jonathan," you murmur, "why–"

"You've fallen. Very unfortunately," he tisks, "you're in no state to return to work or be alone."

"Why would you–"

"How could you trip so carelessly? It is only lucky I was here to assist you," he lifts a finger in reproach, "and to see you well."

"Jonathan…" you croak.

"Not to worry, I'll fetch the painkillers. Ah and your coffee, it should be ready," he declares as he wags his finger and struts to the door. He pauses and looks back over his shoulder, "and I'll be certain your ex-husband cannot impede your recovery. No calls."

He winks and sets back on his path. You gape after him, choking on agony as you cling to your shoulder. This can't be real.

[mytheoristavenue]

Day 10-

OP Tafalgar Law x Reader - Christmas Shopping

Summary: Law struggles to slip away from you during your shopping trip long enough to find a gift for you.

Warnings: short/rushed, grammar, grumpy!Law, pre-established relationship, takes place before the events of Film: Red but after Uta's debute, fluff

This was hellish to Law. Trapped in a seaside shopping center the week of Christmas, being drug along by you. His every upper appendage was occupied by some type of box or bag, even separate ones dangerously dangling from separate fingers. The worst part of this was, that even though he'd passed billions of things you'd love, he couldn't stop to get them without being noticed.

Suddenly, law nearly jumped out of his skin, hearing you squeal. Before he could react, you were pulling him into a pop culture shop and dancing giddily in front of a display. "You're kidding..." he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Oh, come on, Traffy!" you whined. "Anything from here and we can cross Bepo off the list! He'd love it!" The captain's shoulders dropped in defeat, looking across the table of Uta merchandise. "Please, babe?"

"Fine," he scoffed, knowing he could never tell you otherwise. "Two things maxium."

You squealed again in delight and went to work picking out the best options. "Thank you, thank you!"

Now that you were busy, he could look around the shop himself. Wandering off and surveying the selection they had, he noticed a very soft, plush blanket in your favorite color. Glancing over his shoulder and seeing you still tied up, he carefully took it off the shelf and held it in front of himself, letting gravity unfold it. Oh, yeah. It was plenty big, much more than any old throw blanket. Cautiously, he rolled it up and stuffed it under his arm and began to creep towards the check out counter. When suddenly...

"Hey, hun, whatcha got there?" The gig was up and he sighed.

"Nothing," he deadpanned, unceremoniously tossing it onto an incorrect shelf. "Did you get the stuff for Bepo picked out?"

Uh huh!" you chirped, shoving a CD and a boxed figurine into his hands. "What do you think?"

"Perfect, now let's move on."

-----

A short while later, the pair of you were sharing some lunch from the shopping center, when Law noticed your gaze fixed on something. Following it, his eyes landed on a boutique window with a mannequin wearing a lovely dress in that special hue. "I wish I had something like that," you mused. "Not that I'd ever have an occasion to wear it to."

"I have to use the bathroom," he said suddenly, jumping up. "You should go on ahead of me. I'll meet you at the bookstore."

You looked up at him, puzzled. "The bookstore? That's all the way on the other side of the center, we should go there last."

"No." he insisted. "They..." he paused for a moment. "They close earlier than all the other stores. I wanna get there with time to look around."

You thought for a moment before smiling. "You're right, you're so smart, Traffy!"

-----

With you now all the way across the shopping center, Law had the perfect opportunity to slip away and get you that dress. And he did indeed, with minimal need for assistance. Little did he know as he strutted out of the store, bag in hand, what the 'thing' you were referring to in the window, was actually the diamond necklace that the staff had used to accessorize the dress.

Oh well, at least he could cross you off his Christmas list.

[the-haunted-office]

⭐ Stuff I am NOT comfortable with roleplaying

Let me preface this by stating that I do understand the separation of fiction and reality. I understand that fiction is a place where people may safely explore themes that wouldn’t be okay to do in real life and that it does not reflect who you are as a person. However, the below subjects are personal icks for me, so I’d like to avoid roleplaying them. You may roleplay them on your blog and I have no issue with seeing it on my dash. That is all fine. It’s just that I personally am not interested in roleplaying these topics with my muses (except whether otherwise noted and with extensive discussion and consent), and I appreciate your mutual respect in this matter. Thank you!

Group Roleplays

I do not feel comfortable with participating in group roleplays - this includes both discord servers and group dash events, or any other kind of group roleplay. It messes with my anxiety big time, and so for my own personal comfort, I have chosen to abstain from these kinds of situations.

This means that if you are posting anything related to these events, and it's a tagged event, I will not see your posts, including your art, drabbles, nothing. I will not see any of it because I will have the tags blocked. I promise this is nothing personal against you, the group organizer, or the event itself - it is purely to protect my own mental health, as these events can fill my dash otherwise, and I'd rather not see them.

If you have created something and you'd like to share it with me, that's fine - you are welcome to share it with me directly in DM. I'd like that. It's just that I am not comfortable with participating in the events themselves or seeing it all over my dash.

If you'd like to talk about this in private, you may do so. My DMs are open.

Smut

I am not really into rping smutty stuff. Suggestive or risque humor, implying things, flirting, mentioning it, saying it happened, asking questions about my muses’ sex lives (like in inbox ask meme games), and suchlike is all fine. I don’t mind other people rping smut and following those who do or seeing it on my dash; I am just uncomfortable rping it myself. If in any case an rp starts going in that direction, I’ll have it fade to black or skip ahead.

Excessive violence towards children

It’s okay if it’s part of a muse’s past, and in threads I am also okay with some angst and general childhood things like skinned knees and the like. But I am not comfortable rping actual threads where there is excessive harm being done towards children. Also, it should go without saying, but anything of the pedophilic nature will be absolutely, 100% not tolerated and will result in an instant block if it’s even suggested.

Abusive relationships

Enemies to lovers type relationships don't fall under this category to me - it is specifically when one partner is harming the other with no healing or remorse in sight. It’s when the party/ies are enjoying hurting one another and the other clearly isn’t enjoying it is when it becomes abuse to me and when it makes me uncomfortable. Again, you do you, I have nothing against that, we’re all good, it’s just something I’m not interested in rping myself.

Age gaps in romantic/sexual relationships…

...with THIS very specific scenario: If one of the muses in the relationship is 18-23 years of age, while the other is 30+. It is a personal ick of mine. I have nothing against other people roleplaying ships with this type of age gap and I am okay with following and being mutuals with those who do - it’s just that I am personally uncomfortable with roleplaying my muses being in a relationship with this kind of age gap. And obviously, anything involving minors is an automatic NO.

Any questions, let me know.

My muses being used as NPCs without my consent.

While I am okay with your muse referring to my muse in threads with someone else's muse, I am not okay with my muse being used in plots and developments with other people's muses without my consent, especially if it involves inflicting trauma on my muse.

An example of this would be coming to me to start a thread between our muses where my muse is put through a troubling situation to help out your muse which entirely benefits your muse, leaving my muse emotionally or physically hurt, only for the whole point of the thread to have been a plot point you have going on with another roleplayer that you didn't tell me about or ask me for my consent on beforehand. In this situation, you are essentially using my character as an NPC in your plot with someone else, inflicting harm upon my character and affecting them, and you didn't ask me if I was okay with it or if I wanted to be involved.

Your muse simply talking about mine to someone else's muse is simply your muse talking about them. It is them speaking of events and sharing their opinion, which they are welcome to do. What I am referring to here is specifically, physically putting my muse in the middle of plots you have created with other roleplayers without asking me or informing me beforehand, which I am not okay with. All I ask is that you communicate with me before involving me in things.

PLEASE NOTE: It is a trigger of mine and therefore I will have to politely state now that I cannot tolerate intentionally disingenuous friendships or relationships of any kind, unless they are discussed with me first.

What I mean by this is your muse intentionally using my muse’s feelings against them and manipulating them because they have feelings for your muse, be they romantic feelings, friendship feelings, familial feelings, any sort of positive feelings. 

I will also not tolerate you, the Mun, using my muse’s feelings towards your muse in this way either without discussing it with me first. Bluntly put, I have had several roleplayers use my muses to develop their muses, abuse them, and then drop all interactions with me afterwards and tell me “nobody owes you anything” while leaving my muses with all the trauma their muses caused them.

This is unacceptable, abusive roleplayer behavior and I will not tolerate it. I will attempt to discuss it politely with you, but any of this “nobody owes you anything” rhetoric will result in a block from me. This is not only for the sake of my own mental health, but again, I consider this kind of behavior entitled and unacceptable in the community and I will not tolerate it.

The key is discussing this kind of dynamic with me first. That is all I ask. I may be open to it for a whole, well-rounded plot. But I do not want people thinking it is their right to traumatize or hurt my muses without my consent. Some character dynamics and plots where one is using and manipulating the other are interesting and I honestly wouldn’t mind roleplaying these - all I ask is that you ask me first, and not try to deal it under the table as I described above. That’s all there is to it.

If you have any questions about this or need further clarification, please don’t hesitate to come talk to me about it. I’d rather us talk about it to clear up any confusion than not talk about it. Thank you.

[hidefdoritos]

So, for Christmas break, I've been staying with a very considerate older couple. When I got here, I found out that they're also...comfortably wealthy. I wish I could have been live-blogging my stay here, but this summary post will have to suffice.

MOSS'S MUSINGS: HOUSEGUEST EDITION.

-Ask which dishes you are allowed to use. I didn't know this would even be a question--I grew up with one set of dishes--but it matters. The dishes we've been using are red with snowmen on them. Tonight I put my soup in a red bowl with Christmas trees around the edge. That was wrong and bad. I have been told that they "prefer I not use that" because it is "for special occasions," and was told to "set it aside so I can hand-wash it." Side note, rich people also own things that can't go in the dishwasher. Thankfully they told me about this ahead of time.

-In general, they make requests when they mean to give you instructions. "I'm having some ladies over tonight, so if you'd like to clean the bathroom, that would be fine." = I, Moss, need to clean the bathroom before I leave for work this morning. They're secret instructions--instructions in a suggestion-shaped suit. I like to think of it as a secret code that I'm very smart for solving. It helps me to not tear my hair out.

-House thing that shook me to the core: They have heat vents on the floors under the sinks! So you can wash your hands or wash dishes and your feets don't get cold!

-Speaking of heat: heated mattress pads exist! It's like a heating pad for your whole body. High settings are nice for muscle aches; low settings are so cozy to sleep on.

-Speaking of mattresses: The guest room has a Sleep Number mattress. I think it's a scam. It's a balloon under your mattress to adjust the firmness/softness. I am 240 lbs. If it isn't over half inflated, my butt's on the bedframe.

-They are weird about trash. All food waste is handled separately and taken straight to the bin in the garage so it doesn't smell. The kitchen trash can lid has a motion sensor. It's automatic. Scared the daylights out of me when I first walked past it to get water at night.

-Speaking of water, ask what water you should use. Tap is not acceptable to some! My hosts have a fridge dispenser. Unfortunately it dispenses cold water. I have worked around this by getting water in advance of my needs and letting it change toward room temp. Also, you can't put drinks on the furniture! Wood is different from the plastic-coated OSB furniture that I grew up with. I must remember now to use coasters because any spills or drips can leave white marks.

-When they start discussing money, try not to let your mouth drop open at the amount of zeroes. One host bought a new car and was bragging to me about how he only paid $28,000, and that was actually $5,000 off for having a certain type of credit card. I just worked the mental math for the discount percentage to keep my brain from exploding. $5k is more than I paid for my entire car. My family motto is "Buy used and drive it 'til the wheels fall off." I did not say so.

-Most importantly, they've been extremely kind and generous to me. They dropped my rent for the month down to almost nothing. They bought any groceries I expressed interest in. I'm going back to campus with some of the best homemade soup of my life, and a coupon for an oil change, and a new appreciation for dark chocolate almonds. When I got here, my hostess had set up a desk for my sewing machine in her sewing room (!! a whole room for sewing!!) and taught me to use a rotary cutter and an iron that's entirely too complex.

tl;dr rich-ish people are super weird about some things you wouldn't expect, and your head will explode a few times, but they're still people and my overall experience has been great.



[saiilorstars]

Ch. 38: The Bitter War

Fandom: Harry Potter (Hogwarts years 1-7) Pairing: Draco x OFC

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​​​​Story Masterlist // Romina’s Masterlist

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Romina and Arden had just come up the dungeons stairs to head for breakfast when they heard the high-pitched voice of Pansy Parkinson calling after them.

Arden sighed wearily. "It's too early to deal with her."

Romina waved her off, assuring her it would be fine, as she turned around to face Pansy. "Morning, Parkinson," she greeted with a sweet smile. "Sleep well?"

"You switched rooms!" Pansy got straight to business. "You and King switched with the Carrol twins!"

"Good job, Pansy," Arden said slowly, and clapped for the girl. "You figured it out!"

"I'm telling Snape," Pansy said with a smug smirk. "What a perfect way to start the school year! Both of you in detention."

"You can go ahead and tell him but it's not going to do anything," Romina shrugged her shoulders. "See, I read up on the rules with the help of my friend Hermione, and nowhere is it listed that students can't switch dorms. The only rule is that all boys and girls must sleep in separate dorms. Which we are. Aren't we, Arden?"

"Oh yeah," Arden nodded. "Carolinha and Daphne are quiet sleepers, unlike you and Millicent. And the twins had no problem switching with us either, so..."

Pansy was unconvinced. "You're making it up! I'm still telling Snape!"

"Go for it, I'm sure he would love to be bothered by something as petty—and rule abiding—as dorm switching." Romina patted Pansy's shoulder. "You were right, this is the perfect way to start the school year." Whatever trace of the sweet smile Romina had vanished. "Because I learned my lesson, Parkinson. I am not taking your bullshit anymore. Sure, you might get under my skin every once in a while but I'll be damned if I let you ridicule me in front of the school again."

Pansy couldn't fume any more than she already was. "We'll see," she said as a last resort to keep her standing...somewhat.

"Goodbye!" Romina waved and turned with Arden, both striding off for the Great Hall.

"How great did that feel?" Arden asked Romina as they headed for their table.

"So good!" Romina laughed.

When the two girls finally reached their table, they noticed that the Durmstrang boys had for some reason chosen their table as their permanent choice for the rest of the year.

"Not that it's much of a sacrifice, you know," Daphne said with a dreamy sigh, her spoon making languid circles in her porridge bowl.

"Ditto," Arden said, her eyebrows raised as she "studied" one of the Durmstrang boys closest to them.

"I kinda wish the Beauxbatons had been here, honestly," Romina said, surprising the girls. "They look more approachable."

"Really? You'd rather them after dinner last night?" Carolinha mused. "You weren't exactly approachable either."

Romina knew exactly what they were talking about and preferred to shove a spoonful of porridge into her mouth.

"Can't help but notice you're short one charmed headband," Arden said, humming innocently.

"You'll be one mouth short if you keep talking," Romina muttered. She had practically threatened Draco with what he would die of if he didn't take the headband back last night. "I meant because my grandmother went to Beauxbatons Academy. I'd like to start picking up on my French side, you know. Besides, these boys were idiots last night anyways."

"She's got a point there," Carolinha said, glancing towards the entrance to see her brother coming in along with Draco, Theodore and Blaise. "I bet they're missing like half the brain, you know?"

They snickered until they were joined by those missing half their brains.

"What's so funny?" Angel eyed his sister curiously as he slid in beside her.

"Oh, nothing," Carolinha waved him off. "Just talking."

"Oswell," Draco regarded as he sat down opposite her next to Carolinha.

"Morning," Romina greeted then, because he had given her an odd look for that greeting, she added, "I'm mad, not rude. I can be civil."

"They're still here," Blaise remarked when he saw the Durmstrang boys at the edge of their table.

"What? Were you wishing for the Beauxbatons too?" Daphne called. "Can always try to go find a spot at the Ravenclaws' table."

As they had breakfast, the owls poured into the room. Romina was surprised when she had an owl that didn't belong to her. It wasn't a stranger, however. She took the folded letter from the warm brown owl with a soft 'thanks' and started opening it.

"Who's that from?" Daphne startled Romina. She was leaning on Romina to see the letter.

"God—Daphne! Could you be a little nosier!?" Romina shifted slightly. Daphne shrugged and continued to eat breakfast.

"Anything good?" Arden asked Romina once she skimmed the letter.

"It's from my grandmother," Romina smiled broadly, clearing her throat to read (to the best of her ability):

'Ma douce Romina, I am ecstatic to know that Hogwarts will be playing host to the Beauxbaton Academy. Madam Maxime was an incredible headmistress during my time. Superbe. I have already written to her about mes petits-enfants who attend Hogwarts. Say bonjour to her for me, please! And also take care. We are aware of how dangerous the Tri-wizard tournament can be so please, don't attempt to go around the rules to enter.

Take care,

Grand-mère Abigail.

P.S. Do not worry about your dress robes, I have already spoken to your aunt and uncle about it. I will send them to you later in the year, along with Rolf's.

"No way—the Abigail Gejel wrote to you!?" Daphne snatched the parchment out of Romina's hands, leaving her stunned in place for a second. "You're so lucky, Romina!"

Romina snapped out of her moment to snatch her letter back. "It's Abigail Scamander, for your information! Gejel is her maiden name! And she's my grandmother, of course she would write to me! Though…" she gave the letter another perusing, "I don't really understand what she meant by 'dress robes'."

"You could have just asked," Draco said, "But you're too stubborn."

"Oh, not this again!" She frowned. "If you're just dying to tell me, go for it!"

"No, no, you're upset." He raised his hands in front of him. "But it must be getting annoying that everyone knows what's going on except for you."

"I still don't know," Arden reminded him.

He looked at her as if he was considering telling her just to spite Romina. At the last moment, however, he decided against it. "And if anybody else decides to spill—Angel—" he made a point of stating the brunette's name, "—you'll take it up with me."

Angel sighed. "Come off it, Malfoy. Don't you think it's going too far?"

"Not at all," Draco said plainly, He pointedly ignored Romina's flaming glare on him. "If it's the game Oswell wants to play, then game on."

"Oh God, not another competition," Arden shook her head. "You guys are way too competitive, you know that?"

"Fine," Romina decided, pushing herself up from her seat to leave. She'd lost most of her appetite anyways. "Just remember, we still have Care of Magical Creatures class together and I've learned a few things about creatures this summer from the expert, aka my grandfather Newt Scamander. Look him up."

Unfazed, Draco responded, "Yeah, and we're still Potions partners. I'd watch what you touch."

"Unbelievable," Arden mumbled to the others. They were more startled than anything else. Where did the sudden drive to be competitive with each other come from?

~ 0 ~

Romina was very much disappointed to find out Hermione dropped Muggle Studies. It left the little trio that she, Hermione and Rolf had created in the class as a duo instead.

"I don't blame her, though, I thought she was taking a workload," Rolf remarked in a quiet whisper during class. "I don't know how she managed to handle all of her classes."

"You don't even want to know," Romina said, eyebrows raised at the reminder of all the classes Hermione had been taking the previous year. She was glad that Hermione was de-stressing this year with the normal amount of classes.

"So did you get a letter from grandma too?" asked Rolf, ducking his head suddenly when the professor happened to look their way.

"The one where she said we should talk to Maxime? Yeah. Are you going to do it?"

Rolf's snort was answer enough. "What do I have to talk about with that woman? Not like my interests are going to match with hers."

Romina had to cover her mouth before her giggles became too loud. Sitting in the back didn't always shield them from getting caught.

"Are you going to talk to her?" Rolf asked a moment later. The professor had started talking about their plans for the first term, something about a project.

"Dunno," Romina shrugged. "I'm actually a little afraid that she'll know more about grandma than I will, and of course she will."

"That's not your fault, Romina," Rolf reminded, sending his cousin a soft smile. "And the important part is that you're with us now."

"But still, what if she asks me stuff and I have to tell her who I am—my name."

"Romina, when are you going to drop the stuff with your name?"

Romina pursed her lips. "It's a work in progress, trust me."

"Fair enough. Talk to her if you'd like, but grandma Abby won't be mad if you don't do it."

That, Romina knew was true. She focused on the class, the first time since it began, in hopes of calming her nerves. There were plenty of things to think about suddenly, and not all were good.

"Alright," the professor said, clapping her hands together, "This project—does anybody have any suggestions or—"

Romina's hand shot up in the air, so fast that she almost left her chair in the process. "Oh I do! I do! Professor—I've got ideas!"

Rolf looked at his cousin, deadpanning her, "Maybe it won't feel like Hermione really left the class..."

Romina's head snapped in his direction, brows furrowed and lips curled into a frown.

~ 0 ~

"Bubotubers," Professor Sprout announced to the fourth years as soon as class began. She was so excited which deeply contrasted the rest of the class when she said they would be squeezing to extract pus.

Carolinha's nose crinkled at the plants in front of her and Romina. On the other side of the table, Arden and Angel were looking more or less the same. Daphne was already refusing to do such a thing.

"These things are already so ugly, you're telling me they have pus inside them?" Carolinha could've whined if Pansy hadn't beaten her to it.

"Ew! I don't want to touch them, much less squeeze them!" she exclaimed.

Romina hated that she actually agreed with Pansy. The plants were gross, for a lack of a better word. They were thick, black and kind of sluggy. Each time they squirmed, they gave sight of their shiny swellings that were indeed full of liquid.

"The pus is extremely valuable so don't waste," Sprout warned them, "You'll collect it in those bottles in front of you. Wear you dragon-hide gloves, please. It can do funny things to the skin when undiluted."

"How is this not a crime?" Romina blurted, causing a streak of snickers amongst the others.

Sprout was one of the most lenient professors, definitely light-hearted with her own humor, so she cracked a smile. "Miss Oswell, there are worse things to do, trust me."

"Yes, but...couldn't we just learn, I don't know, the theoretical side of it?"

Sprout chuckled. "You can always write me an essay to turn in by the next class time. Is that appealing?"

Romina shook her head. "No, not really."

"Grab your gloves, Miss Oswell."

"Yes, ma'am." Romina dejectedly reached for her gloves and met Arden's snickering face. "Shut up, Arden."

"At least she tried getting us out of this," Angel shuddered as he slipped the gloves on.

"Ready, Carol?" Romina checked on the squeaking brunette beside her. Carolinha looked ready to pass out as she watched Daphne and Theodore squeeze the pus out of their plant. Romina sighed. "Guess not."

Her gaze fell on Arden and Angel who were having enough trouble finding their balance. Romina loved Arden but she was too brusque sometimes and that simply wasn't in Angel's character.

"Arden, not so hard!"

"Just hold the dang bottle!"

Romina laughed shortly and only because a stream of pus squirted right past her face. Startled, she stumbled back a step with wide blinking eyes.

"Oh my God!" Carolinha screeched when the pus splattered on the table in front of her.

"Oops," Pansy said, smiling far too sweetly for anybody to believe her.

Romina's surprise immediately vanished to be replaced with anger. "Parkinson!"

"It was an accident," Pansy said, raising her gloved hands. "Isn't that right Millicent?"

"Course," Millicent nodded.

"Don't get upset, Oswell, she was just getting a headstart for you," Draco remarked. He seemed to be doing good on his plant, though Romina wondered how long it would last since Crabb's hands were massive for the little bottle.

Romina scowled. "Siding with Parkinson now? Why am I not surprised?"

Pansy certainly was and she basked in it. Her heavy giggles were irritating enough, but to handle that for the rest of the class period? That was just cruel.

"Romina—eek!—could you not squeeze so hard?" Carolinha squeaked when some of the pus landed near her foot.

Romina was gripping the poor plant between her gloved hands. "I'm—agh!—not!" She groaned. She was also definitely not listening to Pansy gushing over whatever the hell Draco was doing either. Her back was to them for the very same reason.

"I'm actually concerned for the plant at this point," Arden said.

"Shut up!" Romina promptly snapped and squeezed the plant at the same time.

Carolinha whimpered. "R-Romina, how about we switch places? Angel—you want to take my place?"

Angel shook his head. "No, no, I'm good this time around."

Arden snorted. "Wuss." Later on, she would offer Carolinha to switch places. She had a better handle on Romina anyways.

When class was over, Romina, not quite discreetly, chucked her gloves in Pansy's direction. When Pansy shrieked, Romina sent her the same sweet smile Pansy had before. "Oops, honest mistake."

Arden quickly got Romina out of there before Pansy decided to retaliate. Neither girl should be anywhere near dangerous undiluted Bubotuber pus.

~ 0 ~

For some reason, the professors of that day had decided to start out with odd and potentially scary creatures for the first lessons. For Care of Magical Creatures, Hagrid had chosen Blast-Ended Skrewts.

"Why does everything have slime today!?" Romina shuddered. She stared at the lobster-like creatures in the cages. They didn't have the shells, though, which took away a good part of the lobster-esque appearance. The legs sprouting from every angle and the lack of head also helped with that.

"And it smells bad too," Arden said, her nose scrunched.

"What did you guys do today?" Harry sent the pair of girls bemused looks.

"What, you mean Herbology wasn't enough for you today?" Romina said, still shuddering from the ungodly amount of pus they had seen.

Harry chuckled. "Yeah, it was funny watching Ron squeeze it out. But why are you in such a foul mood today?"

"Oh, don't get her started, Harry, please," Arden said quickly and ushered them forwards.

Hermione was calling for Hagrid ahead of them. "What are we waiting for, Hagrid?"

"For the rest of the class o' course!" Hagrid exclaimed. His eyes swept over the Gryffindor class and Romina and Arden. "Yo'r early!"

"No, Carolinha refused to go anywhere without changing first," Arden said. "And then went double for Daphne."

"Um, excuse me?" they heard Angel's call. The rest of the class was finally arriving. "Professor, what are those?" Angel pointed a finger at the cages.

Hagrid was happy to repeat and finally begin the lesson. "On'y jus' hatched! So yeh'll be able ter raise 'em yourselves! Though we'd make a bit of a project of it!"

"And why on Earth would we want to raise them?" demanded Draco from behind. He was just as disgusted as the rest of the class.

Romina sighed beside Arden. At Arden's glance, Romina confided a secret. "I hate that I agree with him." Arden shook her head but smiled silently. The creatures weren't appealing in the slightest.

"I mean, what do they do? What is the point of them?" Draco insisted.

"Tha's next lesson, Malfoy!" Hagrid said, "Yer jus' feedin' 'em today! Yeh'll wan' ter try 'em on a few diff'rent things! I've never had 'em before, not sure what they'll go fer—I got ant eggs an' frog livers an' a bit o' grass snake. Just try 'em out with a bit of each."

"Why?" Pansy groaned.

"Oh just pipe down and do it, Parkinson!" Arden snapped. She had no desire to do it but if Pansy hated it then she would gladly do it.

"They're just creatures, guys," Rolf said. He was about the only one out of the entire class eager to discover what the creatures would like to eat. "Don't hurt 'em and they won't hurt you."

"Rom, tell your cousin we still don't want to do it," Harry stepped beside Romina. She chuckled.

"I don't think he'll listen to my words right now. This is nothing compared to what our grandfather has told us."

"Would you like to take it first, then?" Harry stepped back purposely, gesturing towards the cages. Rolf was already reaching inside the cages to take out a skrewt.

Romina scrunched her face. "Not really. I vote we let Ron go first."

"What!?" screeched the redhead. "I don't want to do it!"

Hermione tutted at them. "C'mon, Hagrid looks really excited. We don't want to disappoint."

Indeed Hagrid did look very excited. He watched as each of his students took a skrewt out of the cage and attempted to feed them.

Dean Thomas yelped at one point, angrily waving his burned thumb. "Its end exploded!"

"Ah yea, that can happen when they blast off," Hagrid said. Behind him, Angel and Arden exchanged wide eyed glances then took a careful step away from their skrewts.

"Eurgh, Hagrid, what's that pointy thing on it?" Lavender Brown asked, sounding far too much like Pansy at that moment. Romina almost felt sorry for even thinking about it.

"Ah, some of 'em have got stings," Hagrid explained rather excitedly, "I reckon they're the males. The females've got sorta sucker things on their bellies. I think they might be ter suck blood."

"Well, I can certainly see why we're trying to keep them alive," Draco said with a loud huff to attract several gazes, including Romina's, "Who wouldn't want pets that can burn, sting and bite all at once?"

"Gonna call your father to have them killed too?" Romina snapped. Beside her, Harry was really wishing that, for once, nobody said anything to Draco. He didn't want to see Hagrid carrying yet more bad weight because of Draco.

Draco gave a bob of his head. "Wouldn't be a bad idea."

"Right," Romina rolled her eyes, "Cos you and your dad agree on everything, don't you? Such hard headed people."

Draco snorted at her. "And you're stubborn."

"That's the same thing, genius!"

Harry felt a light tug on his arm and found Arden standing some inches behind him. She made a motion for him to scoot back with her.

"That's been going all day," she informed him, discreetly pointing over to Romina and Draco who, in their bickering, had taken several steps towards each other.

"I've never seen Rom so animated, so...big on hating…" Harry remarked. Part of him was guilty for feeling relief. It wasn't very long ago that he had stupidly asked Romina if there was ever anything between her and Malfoy. Stupid indeed. "What's she so mad about anyways?"

"Oh no, I'm not getting into that." Arden raised her hands in front of her. "Rom would kill me. You can ask Hermione though. She probably already figured it out."

Harry's brow furrowed. "Hermione?" He frowned. What could Hermione possibly know that happened between Romina and Draco?

~ 0 ~

"Romina, what is that?" Carolinha had noticed the oddly shaped box peeking out from under Romina's bed. She and Daphne had been watching their newest roommates finish unpacking and settling in their dormitory.

Romina stopped rummaging through her small accessory box to see what Carolinha was pointing at. "Huh? Oh, that's my violin case!"

"You brought that here?" Arden snorted from her bed. She slammed her trunk shut and walked over to Romina to see for herself.

"Yeah, I figured I might have some time to practice," Romina shrugged. "Plus, it was getting kinda dusty back home. I don't want it to stop working because I don't use it."

"You actually play that?" Daphne crawled to the foot of her bed to get a better look at the box.

Romina stepped back and bent down to pull the box out completely. "Of course. One of my more calm habits." She unblocked the box and popped it open to reveal a deep mahogany violin. "Keeps me relaxed."

"Looks pretty," Carolinha remarked. "I've seen those be played but I think I wouldn't get it. I'm too impatient for that kind of stuff."

"Same—I'd rather see someone else play it," Daphne said.

"Maybe you could play something later," Arden suggested, clapping a hand over Romina's shoulder.

"What?" Romina laughed, her face flushed with embarrassment. "No, no, nobody wants to hear—"

"We do!" Carolinha and Daphne said, both of them even raising a hand high in the air.

Arden held a thumbs up at them. "The lake seems like a good place!"

"You guys really want to hear me?" Romina made a face. "I'm not...I mean I've learned it the muggle way, remember?"

"So?" Carolinha and Daphne asked.

"Stop doing that," Romina pointed at the pair. "And what I mean is, all the songs that I know, the tunes—it's from muggles. As in classical muggle music, pop muggle music...all that stuff."

"Then it'll make things more interesting," Carolinha shrugged, "Angel and I have never heard muggle music before."

"Well, alright, I guess. When we have free time, then," Romina said. She closed the lid and locked it.

"Locking it?" Arden snorted as she headed back to her bed. "Afraid I'll go picking it or something?"

"Not you, Pansy," Romina said ever so casually, and it was. She'd come back to school with the mentality that she should never be surprised with anything that Pansy does. She shouldn't underestimate Pansy at all.

"But she's in a different dorm," Carolinha said, "You really think she'd come picking through your stuff all the way here?"

This time, both Romina and Arden snorted.

"You have met Pansy Parkinson, right?" Arden asked, flopping down on her bed. "She already did it once."

"She's not that bad…" Daphne said, keeping true to her mediator kind of ways.

"Have you forgotten everything she did last year to Rom?" Arden pointed over to Romina who'd taken a seat on her bed again. She still had one last small box to go through before she was officially done unpacking.

"Of course not," Daphne puffed. "I just don't like the constant arguing between people I know. And I've known Pansy my whole life. She's never acted like that with anyone, I swear."

"Then I must be exceptionally special in her eyes," Romina said bitterly. Heavy silence fell in the room. Romina made herself busy with her last accessories but there was no doubt that she was thinking about the series of troubles she'd gone through because of Pansy.

"Why don't we go get dinner?" asked Arden, feeling like the silence was just growing more and more uncomfortable. "I'm sure that Angel's saving us seats. Rom?"

Romina nodded. She put a planet-shaped pin in her hair to keep it off her face. She then slipped her box under her bed as well and followed the girls out of the dorm.

"What do you guys think we're going to do for Transfiguration this year?" Daphne asked on their way up to the main corridor. "I heard McGonagall is going to go all out for our O.W.L.'s"

"What?" Arden scrunched her face. "But we won't take those until next year!"

"But we should still start preparing early," Romina said, prompting Arden to scoff.

"Oh please, you're like a genius in that class so you'll be totally fine!"

Their entry to the Great Hall would take a bit longer than they had anticipated. There was a great big crowd right outside of the entrance and in the center was the whole reason why. Draco had the latest Daily Prophet in his position and it apparently featured Ron's father. Ron, Harry and Hermione were amongst the group listening.

Mr. Weasley had apparently ensued a fight with the muggle policemen, resulting in the several modified memories to cover up what Mad-Eye-Moody had swore was a true emergency. It was all a false alarm and it'd basically blown up in their faces.

"Well that's just terrible," Arden mumbled to the girls, "Why aren't they bothering Mad-Eye Moody about this? He's the one who raised the alarm, after all."

"Doesn't matter, Rita Skeeter always looks for a story to tell even if it's from the wrong angle," Daphne remarked.

"Who's Rita Skeeter?" Arden asked.

"The worst reporter in the wizarding world," Carolinha sighed. "She's a liar, manipulative, and unfortunately for some reason, people still hang onto her every word."

"Not much of a mystery why," Romina muttered. "People thrive on rumors."

"This looks bad..." Carolinha said as the tension ahead grew worse.

"MOVE IT!" Romina's sudden roar had most of the crowd flinching, all except for Arden and Harry who'd heard it many times before. "GO!" The crowd started rushing inside the Great Hall, most of them anyways. Romina pushed her way through the remaining people, including Harry. "You just couldn't help yourself, could you?" She stopped in front of Draco.

"Hey, I just read what was on the article," he said, raising his hands in defense. Behind them, they heard Ron snort and mutter 'Fat chance!'.

Romina snatched the paper from him, rolling it up fast to then smack him over the head with it. "You're not actually dumb but I guess today you're striving to prove me wrong!"

Draco was momentarily stunned, his eyes wide. "Did you just…?" Romina raised an eyebrow at him, confirming his unfinished question. "You're off your rocker, Oswell!" He huffed, snatching the rolled up paper from her.

"Not as much as you are! Rita Skeeter of all people? Seriously?" Romina pushed past him into the Great Hall. She wasn't very hungry anymore but it beat staying where she was. She went directly for the Slytherins' table and plopped down beside Angel, startling him in the process.

"Uh, hey Romina," he greeted kindly as was his usual style, "You okay?"

"Peachy." Romina started grabbing different meals, though her hand stopped halfway to a bowl with something creamy inside. "Is that fish stew?"

"Yeah, the Beauxbatons are already eyeing it," Angel said, making a nod towards the Ravenclaw table. Several blue robed students were glancing their way. "I'm just waiting for them to come get the thing. It stinks."

Romina agreed. She gathered more things on her plate and began eating at once. Little by little, the rest of their group started joining them. From the corner of her eye, Romina saw Draco take a seat further down the table with Crabb, Goyle and (unfortunately) Pansy.

That's fine. She met Arden's face which was smiling for some reason. "What?"

"You smacked Draco Malfoy in public with a rolled up Daily Prophet and got away with it."

Angel nearly choked on his pumpkin juice. "You did what?"

"Ron sends his eternal gratitude," Arden went on, reaching for some mashed potatoes, "I think he'll be building you a shrine now."

They all laughed.

"You need to control your temper before you get into actual trouble, though," Daphne warned, "Draco has his own temper too and you know what he's like with Harry. I wouldn't want to see that become your problem too."

"Oh, he's not doing that with me," Romina said with absolute certainty.

Angel eyed her curiously. "And how do you know?"

Romina stopped to think. She didn't know why she said it so surely but she just knew. Maybe it was their past coming into play. "I just...do," she said, shrugging her shoulders.

"Well, maybe it's not him you need to worry about," Carolinha said, earning Romina's strange glance. "Pansy's giving you the stink eye."

Romina looked past Carolinha down the table to meet Pansy's death glare. No doubt she'd learned about the incident. "They're a bit cozy," she remarked suddenly.

"She's a piranha looking for opportunities and you're handing them to her on a silver platter," Arden said.

Romina snorted. "Bloody how?"

For her own safety, Arden kept quiet and switched topics instead.

~ 0 ~

Later in the week, Romina managed to find some time alone with Harry to talk. They'd been slightly missing each other in school for whatever reason, even when they shared some of their classes. They walked along the bridge in the afternoon.

"Is Ron's Dad really okay, though?" Romina was wondering. She didn't have the nerve to ask Ron directly. After the fiasco with the article, Romina assumed he wanted to forget and move on.

"Yeah, yeah, just a big misunderstanding," Harry said. Like Romina, he didn't really discuss the matter with Ron.

"Arden made a good point, she said why wasn't Moody getting his spotlight for starting the problem in the first place."

Harry half smiled. That sounded like Arden. "I don't think the Ministry wants to further the issue. They want whatever that woman wrote to die along with the problem."

"Makes sense," Romina shrugged. "Kinda like Hollywood, huh?"

Harry laughed. "Yeah, like that." He side-glanced Romina with another smile. "I missed you, you know."

"I know, me too," she sighed. "I thought we were going to be able to hang out during summer but I guess that didn't happen much, right?"

Harry shook his head. "You got a new family and...I got the Dursleys'."

Romina patted his shoulders. "You are always welcome to move in with me."

Harry laughed at the idea. "That ought to give your aunt and uncle a heart attack or something."

"At the very least, it would take some of the attention off of me," Romina said, bringing a hand to her chest. "Because after the World Cup incident, they watched me like a hawk. Speaking of, how are we doing with you and your scar?"

Harry shrugged. "Hasn't hurt anymore."

"And did you actually write to Sirius?"

"I did…"

Romina stopped walking to eye her friend suspiciously. "Why am I getting the feeling there's a 'but' coming?" Harry pursed his lips and turned his head away. Romina swore he mumbled something else. "What was that?"

With a sigh, Harry repeated himself and louder. "I may have written a second letter telling him I made a mistake and my scar hadn't really hurt."

Romina's eyes widened. "Harry Potter!"

"I had to, Rom! He was flying north to be near me!"

"So!?"

"So?" Harry frowned. "Did you forget that the Ministry is still looking for him? I don't want him to get caught because he was trying to be near me! It doesn't even matter though, he didn't believe me."

"Good," Romina said, ignoring his incredulous face. "He's learned who you are, that'll be good for the future."

"Romima!"

Romina shook her head. "Harry, I'm really sorry for how this is going to sound but...Sirius is the only adult in your family who actually cares for you!" She winced at her own words. That really did sound terrible. It was even more terrible that it was true. "Please don't under-appreciate the fact."

"I'm not, I'm really not," promised Harry. "I know my reality and that's why I didn't want Sirius coming anywhere near here."

"But he is and the best thing you can do, the fair thing, is to be honest with him."

Harry gave a small nod of his head. "Yeah, I know. Don't really have much of a choice, do I? Seeing as he didn't even believe me anyways."

Romina laughed. "He knows you enough."

"C'mon, we should get going. We have our first session of potions today." Harry reluctantly turned back, and so did Romina. "It should be interesting with Snape given how sure he is that I helped Sirius escape."

"Harry, you did help him escape," Romina reminded him.

"Ha, ha," Harry bobbed his head. "So did you. I wonder what your head of House would say about it?"

"Hasn't said anything about it, actually."

Harry snorted. "Wonder why, Slytherin. You know you guys are immune to his wrath."

Romina chuckled. "C'mon Harry, neither of us will be immune if we're late! Let's go!" She grabbed his arm and pulled him back towards the castle.

~0~

Upon entering Snape's class, the professor immediately threw a hard look in Harry's direction. Harry was sure that both Ron and Hermione had received the same looks too.

"Coming to sit with us, then?" Harry mumbled to Romina as they took slow steps towards the seats. They'd managed to get to class with minutes to spare.

"To be frank, I'm not sure," Romina said, eyes falling on the empty seat beside Draco. Harry recognized the look on her face; she was calculating.

"Rom? C'mon," Harry pulled her arm forwards, "He's not worth it." As much as he would love to see to what extent Romina could get away with in the eyes of her head of House, he would rather not see it happen because of Malfoy.

Romina easily got out of Harry's grip. "Give me a second, I want to see something." She stopped walking altogether, forcing Harry to stop as well.

"See what?" Harry dreaded to know. Romina half smirked as she backtracked. Harry sighed. Romina was kind until someone poked her wrong side, then she was mischievous. He genuinely worried for her. "Rom, he can hurt you," he hissed.

Romina's expression was a clear indication of what she believed. "He's not going to hurt me," she waved him off. She turned on her heels and walked back to what used to be (or, depending on the situation, what could still be) her seat.

Whether or not Draco had been watching wasn't clear for her. He was scribbling over a piece of parchment. "Gotta say, thought you'd take a seat beside Potter. Or Angel for that matter."

"What? So my seat is still open then?" Romina looked around the classroom. "I thought you'd be saving it for Parkinson." Pansy had yet to show up to the class.

Draco snorted. He finally put down his things and looked up at her, his expression sour. "She's terrible at Potions. I'm not sacrificing my grades for her."

Romina's eyebrows raised. "Mm, so that means you're willing to do other stuff for her."

"Why's that any concern to you? Last time I heard, Angel's willing to do a lot for you. You know he's not talking to me because of you?"

"How is that my fault?"

"Really?" Draco tilted his head at her. Romina rolled her eyes and sat down beside him. "When are you finally going to tell him to get lost?"

"I'm not talking about that with you," she promptly said, eyes looking directly ahead. She could feel Harry's eyes burning on her. Clearly he didn't like where she'd chosen to sit.

When class finally started, Snape was even less than pleasant with the class. He left the assignment pretty early into the session, making it clear that he had very little faith they would be able to produce exactly what he asked for.

Romina put all her attention on the ingredients they needed and the best way to introduce them to the mixture.

"You're being ridiculous you know," Draco remarked halfway through class. Granted it had been a quiet remark so only they were in on the conversation.

Romina was looking over the passage of their concoction; she had very little interest in what it would even be in the end. "Me? Seriously?"

"Who's the one who's been violent?" Draco pointedly reminded her. "You've punched me and smacked me."

"I did not 'smack', I...lightly tapped." Romina flinched at Draco's hard snort.

"What? And I suppose the punch was a tap as well?"

"Mm, no, that was a punch." Romina looked up with a wide smile. "And you had that coming."

"Then I guess you have things coming too."

"What, you'll hit me back?"

"I don't 'hit', Oswell. That's beneath me. I have...other means of retaliation." Draco handed her the missing piece of her herb.

"What?" Romina took the herb into her fingers. "Couple jinxes?"

Draco shook his head. "No."

Romina rolled her eyes and dumped the piece into the cauldron. As soon as it landed, the contents gurgled and squirted against Romina's hand. She hissed at the contact, drawing her hand back and shaking it until the burning sensation died down. She met Draco's smirking, very pleased, face and immediately scowled. "You're a jerk!"

"I've heard worse," Draco shrugged.

Romina took in a deep breath. Yelling in Snape's class would automatically earn her detention, even if she was a Slytherin. And besides, being stuck in detention meant she couldn't possibly get Draco back. It was a lose, lose situation. She would hold her tongue for the rest of the class, but that didn't mean she let Draco go completely.

Maybe her elbow slipped on his side.

And, apparently, maybe his foot happened to be near her ankle when she got up.

With a growl, she slammed her book over his hand. (Snape may have yelled at Dean Thomas in front of them for that one).

"Maybe I will take Parkinson over you as a partner," Draco spat on their way out of class. "She's got to be less annoying than you at this point."

Romina scoffed. "Please. You just want someone who gushes at everything you do!"

"Potions is where I excel," he said smugly. The worst part was that he was right. He was a genius in Potions; Romina had always praised him for it. "It would be nice to hear someone give me credit."

"I'm sure she'll have no problem with that," Romina said with a huff and marched on.

~ 0 ~

When Hermione plopped down in the seat opposite to Romina in the library, the latter flinched but kept on writing. "You've got homework already?" Hermione asked quietly.

"That is why I'm in the library, Hermione," Romina replied in the same hushed tone. She looked up briefly to send a smile to the brunette. "That why you're here already? During dinner I should add."

Hermione bobbed her head. "Not...exactly. Let's just say I'm doing some research."

Romina chuckled very lightly. She couldn't afford another warning from Madame Pince. Arden had been with her earlier and they hadn't exactly been the quietest.

"What about you? You're here doing an essay during dinner?" Hermione asked curiously. "We didn't see you at your table."

"How could you—the Durmstrang kids are huge," Romina's remark caused a mutual snicker. "Girls and boys."

"Least you don't get the stink eye from the Beauxbatons, some of them are quite judgy," Hermione said, scrunching her face.

"Maybe it's cos they're older. They are 17, remember?"

Hermione shrugged. "Who knows. So, what's the essay you're working on?"

"Snape's," Romina muttered. "Liking him a little less today."

"Welcome to the club."

Romina half smiled. "Anyways, I'm almost done with it if you wanted help on whatever you're researching."

"You're not eating tonight, then?" Hermione asked, a look of concern crossing her face.

"Not very hungry." Romina reached for a book. "Besides, this essay's a little trickier than I thought. Ironic considering it's about the calming draught."

"What's that on your fingers?" Hermione's eyes had widened when she spotted the faint red tint on Romina's right hand fingers.

"Huh?" Romina followed Hermione's gaze to her hand. "Oh," she set her book down on the table, "Funny little trick from Draco in the last class. Gave me a bigger slice of an herb to put into the cauldron—that git. But it doesn't hurt. I'm sure it'll go away soon."

"That's terrible," Hermione said, reaching over for Romina's hand. "Romina, maybe you should drop it."

"Drop what?"

Hermione's expression sharpened. "I know what this is all about. I haven't told Harry or Ron, if you're wondering, but I can't just stand on the side knowing the whole reason you're going head to head with Draco is because of what he said about me. If anything, it's my battle and I'm not interested in fighting it so you shouldn't be either."

"No," Romina shook her head. "Hermione, it's not your fault."

"It is," Hermione bit on her bottom lip, "I'm afraid of what could happen if this escalates. It's all well for Harry, Ron and myself. We're not in the same House as Malfoy. We just go up to the Tower and we're done with him, but you? He could hurt you."

Romina groaned. "How many times do I have to say that he won't!?" She and Hermione both flinched when Madame Pince shushed them from her desk.

"How can you be so sure?" Hermione asked when the coast was clear.

"Because…" Romina shrugged several times as nothing else came to mind.

"Well?"

"Because I just know, okay? I just do."

Hermione wasn't sure whether to be concerned over the war she knew she helped start or rather be concerned over Romina's certainty.

A/N:

They are actual teenagers in this chapter I swear xD.

P.S. As always, I have Fanfic/Wattpad accounts under "noblecrescent" and a tumblr account under "saiilorstars" if you'd like to follow :)

[aufucker]

(Pseudo) Diner Date

BJ/Jack

PREQUEL TO THE LAST FIC BC I FORGOT TO POST LOL

You were used to being up long before the sun rose.

Chores needing to be completed on your family's ranch before school started served for great preparation for your current life of supply runs on the company's dime, spending anywhere from a few minutes to a few hours putting in lumber orders for any bloodied boards or beams that needed to be replaced.

But you always liked to leave earlier if you could. You had a trucker diner you always enjoyed going to, taking the time to scarf down a plate of jalapeño scrambled eggs and almost over-seasoned home fries with your near endless coffee refills. Sometimes, you'd treat yourself to one of their giant waffles. A full stomach did make dealing with the other contractors waiting around much more tolerable.

You seated yourself into your favorite booth after saying your "G'mornin'" with an involuntary yawn. The burnt orange pleather, still only slightly warm from whomever sat last, with the glossy table inlayed with local advertisements of roofing repairs, movers, and landscaping professionals, only to be slightly textured from the stray grands of salt that somehow escaped the recent cleaning, digging into the skin of your forearms.

Your black coffee was served without question and with an almost familiar smile. You never were around long enough to have a fixed view of the server's faces, but the tones of their older voices were always so clear.

Opting to wait a moment before putting your order in, you sipped at your coffee, ears perking slightly as the door's hanging bell was jostled loudly by someone's entrance.

"Grab a seat wherever, hon, we'll be right wit'cha!" you knew that to be Colleen's voice.

And you knew that black and white jacket that walked in to be Dean's.

You both seemed surprised to see each other, you moreso at this hour with his noticeable lack of uniformed blues.

"Oh, fuck. Hey, B. Got you working today?" he asked, his tone low and a little tired. Sounded more like he woke up recently, rather than got off a shift.

"Mm-hmm. You ain't?" you asked into your cream colored mug, hiding the small grin that tugged your mouth as he slid into the booth in front of you.

"Nah. First day of PTO. Got a long ride ahead."

"Lucky fucker. Forgot you're usually gone 'round this time of year." you mused. He was usually long gone to god knows where before you even realized.

You earned a laugh from him. You hated how it made the tops of your ears burn.

He ordered his steak and eggs with water and black coffee, going on about trying to cut back on sugar amidst the chatter you two shared. He was vague about any questions you asked about his whole vacation.

"It's a sex thing, isn't it?" you asked flatly. "You're doing some weird sex shit in the woods or something."

That earned a snort, and a part of your waffle being promptly stolen and shoved into his mouth.

"You got me, B." he said. You knew you didn't.

"Hey! Thought you said you weren't eating sweet shit!"

"Said I was cutting back!" he grinned, wincing only slightly as you slightly-harder-than nudged his leg with your boot.

"Asshole. How long a drive you looking at?"

"'Bout a day, maybe day and a half. I try not to make unnecessary stops if I can help it." Dean mumbled, pulling out and laying down cash on the table. It was enough to cover your plate and the tip. You knew better than to try and argue about it.

But you were going to argue about the car. As the two of you stepped out, you didn't recognize it, it wasn't anything you had ever seen at his place before- an old beater of some sedan, probably from the late 90s, if you had to guess.

"You know that's not good for a poor old thing like that."

He stuffed his hands in his pockets, and you heard the plain clattering of his key. "Only drive it for these trips. It's fine, B. I promise."

You felt your time together waning quickly. Why did you want to keep stalling? Something about that car felt like a death trap, and you couldn't place why. It looked *fine.* Well maintained - the body had some flaking of paint, but that was expected with something as old as you were. Your ears kept perking up to the quiet shifting sounds it made. Was it still settling from his drive in? Probably the leaf springs... your mind was wandering.

With a sigh, you dug for your own keys to the company truck you rode in with, giving the grey haired man a firm look.

"Just take your time getting back, yeah? And make sure you get that thing checked out whenever you arrive to...wherever the fuck you're going, okay? Kinda don't want to hear you're stranded in Bumfuck, Nowhere."

"Alright, alright. I'll pop in to a mechanic on the way back, okay? Thing usually sits in one place the whole time, anyway."

God, you wanted to throttle him. "Text me when you get back. Okay?"

[dark-roleplay-finder]

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[findyourrp]

hello hello! 💞 i'm 20, she/her pronouns, and looking for someone 18+ who is interested in writing either fandomless OR fandom-based fxf or fxnb pairings. i'm a multipara writer who's a bit more on the lazy lit side at the moment -- i'm just looking to have fun with my rps. for fandoms, i only use animanga faceclaims. for fandomless, i can use animanga or realistic! if you're interested in realistic fcs, i usually use krp faceclaims. i'm quite talkative when i'm comfortable and i love partners who are willing to gush about ocs and plot with me! i usually make discord servers for the rp and have channels where we can add musings and headcanons and whatever else we want. i am smut-friendly but typically don't write plots that are smut-centric. i only write characters that are 20+ and would like your characters to also be 20+. i'm going to start off with fandoms. i only write oc x oc -- i have no interest in including canon characters into what we write. here are the fandoms that i'd be interested in writing! - rwby - chainsaw man - soul eater - tokyo ghoul - honkai: star rail

and now for fandomless options! i have been CRAVING a good fantasy story to write or even something like a low cyberpunk setting. i like to include action and magic in the fantasy plots i write -- it's not fun for me unless the characters are badass in some way. i already have some potential ideas whether we go with a fantasy idea or something more cyberpunk, so if writing some badass lesbians is up your alley then i'm happy to share my ideas!! i am also 100% fine with a realistic setting. i love rivals to lovers, friends to lovers, supernatural themes, plots that are dramatic and angsty, honestly i just want to write. animanga or realistic fcs are fine for any of these!!

if you're interested, my tumblr messages are completely nuked. so if this ad seems familiar and i never got back to you, that may be why. you can go ahead and add me on my backup discord if you'd like to discuss since i'd have no way to reach out to you otherwise. my tag is @ mochanarii

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[stardust-in-my-mind-blog]

oops pride pricked

I knew I was heading for rock bottom

suppose that's why I built an ark in stone

it's not so bad to fall that way to earth

the fire was a little hot but that's the way it is

I once had a partner come home saddened

because his father who had lost the family fortune

told him if he won the lottery he'd give him nothing

I think that says everything about that family line

motherfucker had to make up situations to hurt his son

pretty big waste of imagination if you ask me

I was systematically conditioned young to be ashamed

for any hunger I had for this world so I decided not to want

and it worked for awhile because I'm easily inspired

and I'll take anything if it's free and make it better

I think it's a point of pride for me

I like to leave things better than they were

Or I like to walk causally away from an explosion

creation is destruction, don't you know?

and I'm finding every damn thing I decide to destroy

wasn't really doing anything for me to begin with

I'm a sentimental broad when I get to be

but I can detach just like my father and he was a pro

it was my mother who could never seem to let things go

and sadly she was not quite clever enough

to get the best of the situation even when she had it

sometimes I wish I was a little more ruthless

I'll hold on to things long enough to see if

I can make some sort of difference

and if I can't then it's time introduce the bridge

to dynamite because at the end I do love a show

my progress and my achievements and even my skillsets

are rather impressive given the challenges

and all those hearts of mine I threw out on the way

you rip out your heart and surely enough

another grows back in that chasm in your chest

even now I have one that grows with each beat

it used to be your name was carved into them

I'd look at the scratchmarks and muse

look at my life to see if there was any fucking way

the phenomenon of you could be reflected in my real life

if there was room for you I'd always find a way

sometimes I even kept that space when you eventually

had to face some kind of confrontation with me

you'd get angry and tell me some stories

then run away for awhile while I pretended to be okay

what didn't kill me always made me want you more

since you wanted to be gone it didn't make sense

to tell you that without your presence I couldn't stop bleeding

but also I'd gnaw off my own fingers one by one

before I'd let you know a thing about it

I never know what your game is

likely because I was never really playing them

I may have understood when I was younger

but I had a lot more energy and free mind space then

now I have a lot of broken realms in ruin to rebuild

and the only time I remember what love can be

is when I sing because I don't have the memories

of that word to back up what I feel in my heart

I sure as shit never had it in my reality

but maladaptive daydreaming kept me and my soul alive

so go ahead and diagnose me with pyschobabble

likely drawn from the works of freud and I'll keep

talking archetypes and soul work with jung

my spirit had always shown me where to go

my heart tells me what resonates

and I'll stumble into something of a life

that I'll love and build and thrive in again

even though for the life of me right now

I can't even begin to imagine it

but that's just the fear having its say

and fear happens to be a big part of me

facing every damn thing I was once afraid of

but I still look damn good when I get on that stage

it's just all unraveling in the back of it

I have lived my entire life with my heart broken

which in a way is just fine because I feel everything

and man do guys love to use the word overthink

all I hear is someone saying

your way of thinking in multiple dimensions

makes me uncomfortable and I need a nice label for it

meanwhile I pretend to be interested in the

multiple dimensions you're comfortable

normally thinking about? psh

at the end of the day I guess I'm okay

with giving more thought when it's easy for me

and I'll thank everyone for their acceptable normalcy

I'm rambling because I don't want to think in budgets

I'm that bitch who always gives a few dollars of cash

even if it hurts because I know that feeling of being

so desperate and lost you don't mind what a stranger thinks

so often my generosity has been mocked

by the same people who claim I take advantage

and honestly I'm realizing I enjoy the type of people

who don't need to label my relationship with reality

who have too much in their life to let me know

what I must be doing wrong in mine without prompting

I don't always make the best choices or decisions

and I think about them when shit falls apart

instead of getting bitter I try to make a new one

admittedly I still have bitterness in my mouth from a few

it's so easy to look outside someone else's life

and point out all the discrepancies and inconsistences

little harder to do in the one you're living and attached to

I guess we all choose to engage in our own projects

consider my feet concrete in this lack of summer heat

I don't force an embrace with someone with their arms crossed

I have plenty to do and songs to sing

and just like everything else

I intend to do them well and with a style

not many can replicate

even if they tried

[calimshancharlatan]

𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 :

I. I prefer to write on Discord! Feel free to ask for it if we're mutuals c: II. My activity on tumblr can be spotty.III. 25+ ONLY. I'm turning 29 this year, and I'd like to write with people in my age range. IV. I'm selective. If I don't follow back, it's usually nothing personal and likely because you're not a BG3 / D&D related blog or I feel our muses / writing styles don't mesh. V. If I follow you, I want to interact! Don't be shy <3 I will also assume that if you follow me back, you're fine with me sending you memes / tagging you in starters / sliding into your IMs to plot. VI. Yeah, so. This is a 25+ blog, run by a 25+ mun, and there will be adult content, including but not limited to: violence, drugs, abuse, (FICTIONAL) offensive / problematic / potentially triggering themes, and so on. Mun =/= Muse, I obviously don't condone any of these things IRL. If you don't like my content, rather than trying to police adults on what to write on their blogs, use the block button. Heck, I'll use the block button very leniently myself, after all, we're all here to have a good time. No hard feelings. VII. Speaking of having a good time: We're sex-positive and kink-friendly in this house. I enjoy a raunchy smut-driven RP as much as the next depraved soul, but I won't write smut on the dash. The steamy stuff will be moved to discord or IMs. That said ⸺ Roshaan may be flirty af, but writing smut is no obligation! VIII. I'm a big fan of making my muses suffer :D I love angst and dark, gritty plots. If you have any triggers let me know before jumping into a RP with me, aka the angst queen, so we're all on the same page. IX. Roshaan is pansexual, male lean, this blog is multiship. Matter of fact, I love to ship, so if that's something you'd like to do, slide into my inbox or tag me in something. Fair warning; it's unlikely this will be a wholesome, fluffy relationship right off the bat.

X. Last but most definitely not least: communication is key!! You'd like to share an idea? Go right ahead. Don't like where the plot is going? Let me know. Writing is so much more fun if the muns get along. I promise, I don't bite. Side notes: No bigots, no hate, IRL drama / call-outs / IRL political discourse will be blocked on sight, if you're interested in the mods I use, feel free to ask, inbox / askbox are open for mutuals.

[rainydaydream-gal18]

Baby Troubles WAS SO ADORABLE! Kept re-reading for fun! If I may slip a lil request, maybe something of Omega asking reader all sorts of questions like if reader would ever want a baby, (maybe reader ‘s response, I already have you ) then leading the concept marriage and omega asking if Reader would marry one of the bad batch men?

(The Bad Batch) Just Curious

Author's Note: Heyo! I'm glad you liked that fic. I had so much fun writing it!

I went ahead and put this request together as a little blurb, if that's okay!!! Thank you for the ask!!! It's super cute!

   Having another female, an adult one at that, on the squad created a whole other dynamic. It is a dynamic that Omega was very eager to explore. She already considered the squad her family. The Bad Batch were her siblings, but in many ways, they functioned as parental figures.

   Omega is quite curious, and she's constantly drawing from you and the rest of the squad for learning material. One question that keeps coming up is "what next?"

   What comes after the war? What comes after escaping the Empire again? Her brothers didn't have to adhere to the same codes as they used to. Would there ever be a traditional family in their futures? Did they desire one?

   And then there was you.

   She's rather naïve at times as she is new to the galaxy, but there was no mistaking the way you spoke to a certain Bad Batcher. She didn't miss the way you seemed particularly happy to interact with him, and him with you.

   After that, she couldn't help but consider the delightful idea of you ending up with one of her brothers. It doesn't take long for her to venture out on that limb during a conversation with you one day.

   You were busy working on a panel. The young girl was watching, but you'd noticed that she seemed a little distracted, as if something else was on her mind. Finally, she just up and asked you,

   "Hey ________? Would you ever want a baby?"

   That froze you in your tracks. "What?"

   She met your shocked gaze with such wide, innocent eyes.  You didn’t detect any humor in her tone.  "I asked if you’d ever want a baby."

   You thought for a moment, shrugging. "I mean, yes. Someday. But not right now. There's too much going on for that sort of thing, settling down and all that... Besides, I have you already." You offered a smile, equally as lighthearted as it was truthful.

   "I'm no baby," she joked back. She handed you a nearby tool which, to your amazement, you needed next. "But really, you haven't thought about it?"

   "Thought about what, exactly?"

   Omega’s eyes narrowed in hesitation as she shrugged her shoulders.  You continued working on the panel, though you snuck a glance at her every few seconds or so to see if she’d muster up the courage to clarify.

   Finally, she spoke up again.  “If you had to marry someone, who would it be?”

   If you were sipping caf, there was no doubt you would’ve choked on it.  As it was, you coughed on the air that filled your lungs so quickly.

   “That’s....quite a question.”  You coughed again.

   “Sorry,” she said, rubbing her arm sheepishly.

   You chuckled.  “It’s fine.  Just unexpected.”  You returned your attention back to the panel after fully recovering.  “Where did this come from?”

   “Just curious.”  

   You raised a brow, prompting her to elaborate.

   “I was just thinking...With all of us here like one big family...It’s kind of perfect.  I think a baby would be happy with us too.”

   You smiled warmly.  These were the musings of of a child.  With how their minds worked, things that were complex to adults became simplified in such a way.

   “Well, first off,” you began, turning a wrench with a little effort.  “I feel inclined to tell you that I don’t have to marry anyone.”

   She nodded.  “I know!  But if you had to choose...”

   Your smile broke out into laughter as you dropped the wrench to wrap an arm around her shoulders and pull her against your side.  “Ah, I see where this is going.  You’re asking me about whether I’m crushing on someone aboard this ship, huh?”

   “Yes,” she admitted.

   “Like I said earlier, the situation isn’t exactly ideal for all that,” you continued with a sigh.  “We’re on the run, for one, which isn’t exactly a stable environment for raising a family...But...”  You saw her face fall, and you gave her a nudge.   “But to answer your question, if I had to marry someone, it would be-”  you clamped your mouth shut at the rhythmic thud of approaching footsteps.  

   “-Jabba the Hutt!” you blurted quickly.

   The boots paused somewhere behind you.  You glanced up to see Echo staring at you with a raised brow.  “Jabba the Hutt?” he repeated in confusion.

   “Yeah, Omega and I were just having an interesting conversation about renowned gangster Jabba the Hutt.”

   His eyes widened incredulously.  “Sounds...interesting.  Sorry to have missed it?”  He rubbed the back of his head and shook it off.  “Ah, how are the repairs coming along?”

   “Good,” you replied quickly.  “Good.  Should be done in a minute.”

   “Alright. then.  I’ll leave you to it.”

  He walked down the hall, and you and Omega burst into laughter.  She doubled over, clutching her stomach from the humor.

   “Let’s save this for another time,” you chuckled.  “I’d rather he not hear it by accident.”

[lonely-lost-soul]

Under the Floorboards Part: X

(C!Technoblade x Reader)

First Part: Pt. I

Fanart for this chapter made by the wonderful @theoneandonlyyeti please show them love!

Content Warning: Itty Bitty Spice Ahead! Please be wary I will let you know when it stops and starts so you can skip!

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You never thought you would want kids of your own, adopting already children was completely fine but when it came to having your own you weren't too sure. However, you do know what it might be like to have a baby, that is to say, your injured husband was basically an overgrown baby. Ultimately it was your fault, the man kept pulling his stitches trying to do anything, which made both you and Ranboo frustrated as hell. Technoblade just couldn't sit still and it was driving you mad, you'd scold him and much like a child he'd pout and tell you no. After the fourth time pulling the stitches while he was trying to tame a polar bear, you had bound him to the bed. Not physically, of course, but if you saw him out of bed you'd usher him back in with whatever bribes that were needed to convince. Technoblade was understandably not happy with this development, but the brides always seemed to work, if they didn't you'd pull out the big guns. Appealing to the voices always seemed to work without fail, whether it be only referring to them or ignoring him completely they always got him to shut up and sit down. At the end of the third week, he seemed to be so used to your constant attention and nurse-like tenderness that whenever you weren't fully tending to him he had a tantrum. You tried to be patient, especially because it was partially your fault he was injured in the first place, but you couldn't help but get annoyed at his clinginess.

"Techno. Baby, you have to let go of me." His arms were wrapped securely around your waist, you both were sitting on a small cot by the fire. You allowed him to get out of bed sometimes okay, you weren't a monster; so long as he wasn't out fighting monsters and blowing up nations. He let out a deep purr and buried his head in your chest,

"No, I don't think I will," He mused a smirk evident in his voice although you couldn't see his face. You tsked softly, running your fingers through his hair,

"Tech?"

"Hm."

"Let go of me or I will take a pair of scissors to your hair." His hands immediately released their hold on you, he pulled away from your warm body, a pout etched across his features. "Thank you, my love," You kissed his forehead and he relaxed just slightly. "You think you can make it to the kitchen on your own for some lunch?" You gave a tilt to your head and Technoblade smiled softly,

"I'll head there in a few minutes, I wanna try and clean up on my own first, I feel gross." Technoblade sat up with a wince his bandages needed cleaning, he gave his neck a crack to shake away any residual pain. He stood up letting the blankets slide down his body; his hair had been perpetually tied up in a messy bun; his stubble was also slightly overgrown. He needed a makeover desperately, the voices were very much in agreement when he caught a glimpse of himself in a nearby mirror. Steve, the polar bear Techno adopted, grunted as he felt Technoblade move. Technoblade watched you coo at the bear and kissed the top of his fuzzy head, for someone who was so mad he adopted him. You sure acted like the bear was your new best friend, especially considering you let the bear sleep in the bed with the both of you.

"Alright, any lunch requests?"

"Anything you desire," He gently rubbed his chin against your cheek and your nose scrunched up at the feeling.

"You're prickly."

"Good or bad?"

"Well, you're hot with the stubble. So I guess a little beard is a good thing," You scratched under his chin and he purred loudly.

'We are never shaving again are we in agreement on that? Yes, obviously. Anything for her.'

"Now shoo," You ushered him towards the bathroom he slid inside with a dopey smile. He heard you call Steve over to you making sure he was just as fed like any other person in your band of misfits. Once you were officially in the kitchen was when Technoblade got a good look at himself for the first time in weeks. He was right in assuming his facial hair definitely needed at least a trim, his hair probably could use one as well now that he thought about it. He undid the bun and let his hair fall over his shoulders, at this point, it reached his mid-back. It was a bit tangled and didn't feel as soft as it usually did, he was sick of it. Technoblade picked up his trusty bathroom sword and held it in his hands, he turned the sharp blade over in his hands a few times in contemplation. Technoblade moved and placed it on the edge of the sink, he moved his hair to the front of his chest, taking the sword in another hand and slicing through his pink locks. They fluttered to the floor and his eyes drifted back over to the mirror, his hair now came down just below his shoulders. He ran his fingers through his freshly cut hair, ruffling it up just a little, he liked the new look. Technoblade tossed his loose shirt on the floor and gently removed his bandages, he didn't even bother looking at his wound, it was just another scar to add to the hundreds littering his body. However, this one he was okay acquiring, he got it protecting you, the women he loved, from Dream. He smiled softly as the smell of food wafted through the house from downstairs.

He'd never truly get used to your domesticity.

Technoblade's pants were next as he turned on the shower, he slid into the water once it warmed up to the appropriate temperature. He let the water cascade down his face, it stung his fresh wound but it felt good to finally feel clean and fresh. The shower went much faster than usual now that he didn't have all that hair to wash. After the shower he wrapped a towel around his waist, it hung low on his hips as he shook out his wet hair much like a dog. He decided to stick a little braid in his hair just so he could add a little flair, a knock sounded on the door and he met his own eyes in the mirror. The door opened with a soft creak and you were standing in the doorway with a smile. He flushed when you let out a low whistle,

"Didn't mean to disturb you, hot stuff." You winked and he gave you a sharp look to cover up his embarrassment. "What's that for? We literally have seen one another naked like a million times," You snickered your smile turning fond as you drank in his body.

"Hey. My eyes are up here Princess," He mused grabbing your chin to make you look in his eyes. Now it was your turn to flush and he smirked devilishly, "I'm glad you like what you see." You reached up and ran your fingers through his hair playing with the freshly cut ends,

"You cut your hair." You murmured still mesmerized by Technoblade's red eyes, he hummed softly staring at your beautiful features. "It looks amazing, I love it, and I love you," You spoke tenderly hands running down his chest.

"I love you too Princess," Technoblade murmured trying to ignore the roaring voices in the back of his mind. They were pleading with him to kiss her, mark her up and go feral on his wife. He took in a shaky breath and you frowned, "the voices," he let out a deep chuckle, "they love you."

SPICE

"I love them too. So listen to them and kiss me already." You yanked him close using the top of his towel, he made an embarrassing noise when his towel began to slip, he felt like praying when it stayed up by some grace of God. Your lips crashed together and he let out a breathy sigh relaxing into your blistering kiss, his hands landed on your hips and he squeezed them tightly. Technoblade nipped at your mouth, his tusks brushing against your upper lip, and you made a soft sound in the back of your throat when you felt them make contact. It made Techno and the voices preen in delight as he pushed you against the wall of your bathroom, his big hands sliding up the bottom of your shirt. He felt your hands tug at the hair by his scalp and he let out a deep groan,

'Neck. Bite her neck. Leave a mark, leave many! We don't care, do something. Please Technoblade listen to us!'

Technoblade growled under his breath as he attacked your neck, you let your head fall back against the wall. You let out a little sound of your own, and he purred deeply pleased by your reactivity.

'She'd make such a good mother.'

SPICE OVER

Technoblade's eyes snapped open and he pulled away from your neck, you let out a deep whine of protest. You reached out to him, hands falling on the back of his neck, chest heaving deeply. That thought intermixed with the wishes of the voices, you a mother? Him a father? The thought shook him to the very core no matter how much his body liked the thought.

"Bubs...?" You asked drearily, eyes blinking as you came down from your mini-high, "You okay?"

"Fine." Technoblade cleared his throat, his ears red and he refused to meet his wife's eyes, you frowned in concern.

"Too much?"

"Sorry," Technoblade murmured sheepishly and you shook your head, pinching the warrior's cheek.

"Don't apologize for that, I'm a big girl." You laughed softly kissing the tip of his nose, "I wanted to tell you lunch was ready before you rudely interrupted me."

"Eh? Rudely?" He huffed as you moved away from the wall, a teasing grin on your lips, he watched you walk away with a swing of your hips and he groaned in distress. Technoblade gathered himself together and got changed, as he came down the ladder to see you wearing a little apron and had lunch set up on the counter. His heart stopped in his chest, you were just too cute and domestic, "meat and potatoes?" He piped up sniffing the air as he sat down at the table you nodded happily.

"I know it's your favorite. I thought you deserved it after everything," You hummed softly cupping his cheek before sitting down across from him. Technoblade raised a hard eyebrow and clicked his tongue,

"It was nothing, just a flesh wound." Technoblade waved you off digging into his meal, "I meant it when I said I'd kill for you."

"I know you would, and believe me that is so hot. Even so, I'd be lost without you, so I just want to thank you." You bit your lip fiddling with the lace of your apron, "I'll never be able to repay you."

Technoblade put his fork down and huffed, "Stop talking nonsense Princess, got that? You're my wife now you don't need to repay me for anything." You looked at your lap and smiled shyly, "I love you."

"I love you more."

He scoffed with a fond eye roll but didn't argue with you, instead choosing to focus on his meal. Technoblade looked up at you as you finished up your food, with a soft hum he tilted his head to the side, "Princess?"

"What's up bubs?"

"We should do some trading in the Nether, before you say no, it's an easy enough adventure where I won't get hurt. We just wear some gold, and we'll be in and out." He watched your eyebrow twitch, "I will go with or without you. Just so you know." You flicked some potato at him which he scoffed at with an eye roll,

"Fine. We can go, but no fighting anything got that," You pointed a stern finger at him, Technoblade scoffed but agreed nonetheless. You both got adorned in your finest gold and Technoblade couldn't help but grab your neck, tilting your head upwards to swallow your lips with a kiss. You giggled softly as you both walked towards the Nether, his tail was wrapped around your waist as he glared at anything with a pulse. When you wore gold, his piglin protectiveness won over his usual aloof self. He couldn't stop glancing at the gold wedding band on your hand as you entered the portal, the piglin's heads already were paying attention to the newcomers. Techno let out a low growl underneath his breath and at least some of them seemed to get the picture, Techno split his gold bricks with you and the two of you parted. Oddly enough, Technoblade was having difficulty finding anyone to trade with him, they'd huff and tell him to get lost in piglin and that rubbed him the wrong way. He only ended up getting a few pearls and some soul sand, Technoblade moved to find his wife only to see you surrounded by a horde of his brethren. His jaw tensed as he saw you flush as a piglin desperately handed you some netherite, you thanked them softly and their squeals increased happily. They were complimenting you in piglin not that you would understand them, gushing about how pretty you were and how good you looked dripping in gold. Technoblade and the voices weren't amused. His brow furrowed as the voices demanded blood, he tried to march over but he was practically shoved out of the way when they saw him trying to get closer to you. Technoblade snarled at their advancements, his hand twitching at his sword just itching to grab at it and spill their blood, but he couldn't risk hurting you in the process.

Couldn't they smell him all over you? Did they just not care that you were his?

Before the Blade could do anything too rash you picked up your head and locked eyes with him, a beaming smile coming across your features.

"Technoblade!" You called throwing your hand in the air and waving it frantically, "Come here! They're being super kind!" The piglin's all turned their heads to face Technoblade, out of reflex his shifted into his pig form and walked over to you. This time, his brethren cleared a path for him to get through, He pulled you against his chest protectively, he buried his nose in your neck glaring at anyone who dared come close to his wife. Much to Techno's relief they all looked unhappy with the development and walked away from you, to which you pouted at, "You scared them away you big grump."

"Good I don't like them touching what's mine," he spoke calmly which caused you to flush red,

"We were just trading Tech," You spoke shyly motioning to all the valuables you collected. He nodded against your neck about to say something else but he growled deep in his throat instead and tightened his grip on your waist. A baby piglin, with a shining red eye, was holding up a gold ingot towards your person, you cooed fondly. The baby seemed unperturbed by Technoblade's looming appearance and attitude, "Hi baby! Do you want to trade?" The piglin nodded rapidly puffing out their little cheeks, your heart melted in your chest. "Tech let me go," You whined, "I wanna trade with the baby."

"No." He huffed, grumbling in his throat, "Don't want you to." The baby glared at him, stomping his little hoof, holding out the ingot higher. "Get out of here before I punt you, kid," He bared his teeth. The brave kid once more wasn't fazed instead he glared right back at Technoblade making a small snarl of his own. He had his own pair of tusks that were just starting to appear on his bottom lip and you gave a little squeal and Technoblade glared at you, "Don't coo at it!"

"He's so cute though!" You argued, finally squirming out of his hold, you knelt in front of the excited piglin, he handed you the gold ingot excitedly, you examined it carefully. Technoblade huffed at you entertaining the young piglin, you pocketed the gold and handed the piglin a poppy. His single eye widened considerably as he took the flower from your hands, you figured you'd give him something from the overworld. He looked shell shocked as he oinked happily wrapping you in a little hug, "Aw you're so welcome buddy!" You giggled fondly brushing the tufts of fur on his head, you plucked the poppy from his hands and placed it behind his ear. The piglin touched the flower lightly before scurrying down a nearby cobblestone pathway, "Bye little guy!" You called out a sad smile appearing on your face, Technoblade narrowed his eyes. He knew that look, you had the look when you'd look at the other children on the server.

"Don't even think about it."

"Think about what?" You blinked looking up at him, "do you mean- oh Jesus Technoblade I'm not going to kidnap a child."

"Or adopt it! It could be an orphan. We know how I feel about those," He pointed a finger in your direction, you rolled your eyes dramatically.

"Babe we're both orphans-"

"Sorry is that a Ghast? I can't hear you gotta fight it to protect you."

"You piece of shit." You scoffed as Technoblade picked up his bag from his last location and walked off, in the direction of said Ghast. "No fighting Ghasts! You promised!" You chased after him once you came to that realization, "Technoblade!"

Eventually, you caught up with your husband and scolded him for his recklessness, he only snickered at your mother henning. As the both of you stepped back through the portal Technoblade shifted back to his regular form, he took your hand and led you back to your little cabin. Normally Technoblade would use his trident trick to get home, but you were with him and wanted to walk by your side, considering you didn't have a trident...yet. He noticed his mailbox had footprints in front of the box, his brows furrowed, who was in his domain.

"Head inside Princess, I'll join you in a minute." Technoblade kissed your cheek softly, you gave a little nod. As Technoblade walked over to the mailbox and opened it, inside was a deep scarlet letter with a seal on the front. His nose scrunched up in distaste, he grabbed a small knife from his pocket and tore the letter open. The letter inside the envelope was a lighter shade of red, the note was from BadBoyHalo saying he had some business he'd like to discuss with himself and his wife. That immediately didn't sit right with Techno, it set off a ton of red alarms in his head. What did BadBoyHalo need to talk to you about? Technoblade kissed his teeth, he supposed this meeting would be alright so long as he was with you and could protect you and your mind from whatever the demon man was planning. What stirred him out of his thoughts was a slight movement in his bag, his entire body stilled and he slipped his bag off, tossing it into the snow. His bag squealed in distress and he pulled his sword off his body and aimed it at the bag. Technoblade must've been so distracted by you, and the letter in the mailbox, he must've missed the little movements in his bag. He gritted his teeth and snarled deeply, the first thing he noticed was bright pink piglin ears, popping out of his bag, then a bright red poppy. It was the baby piglin who had taken a liking to you earlier, his sword lowered a little bit as his eyes looked up and locked with Technoblades.

It reminded him of how Phil found Technoblade when he was a kid.

His Piglin was a bit rusty, especially his piglin for young kids but he tried his best to communicate with the young boy as he sat upon his knees. He was shivering a little not used to the drastic temperature change.

"What are you doing here kid?" He asked in rough piglin, which to anyone listening would just sound like grunts and squeals. The boy marveled at Techno and that he could speak his language it seemed,

"I want to be with the nice lady."

Technoblade furrowed his brows, a frown etching across his features, "You can't stay here." The kid didn't like that as he glared up at the taller hybrid, "You have a family in the Nether?"

"No." He huffed out with a rapid shake of his head, Technoblade inwardly cursed before picking up the Piglin by the scruff of his neck. He let out a few grunts of protest trying to attack Technoblade's hand as he dragged him into your shared home.

"(Y/n)! Get in here!" He shouted a small clip evident in his voice showing his frustration in his tone. You slid down the ladder in one fell swoop, Steve was by your side growling ferociously at the intruder in Technoblade's hands.

Good to know he could trust Steve to protect you.

"What's wrong? Where's the fire?" You already asked, ready for a fight, Technoblade almost swooned, almost. "Um...bubs is that a child?"

"It's not a child! It's the child!" He held him up higher to show off the poppy in his fur behind his ear, "Look what you did now it's attached to you!"

"Don't be mean!" You scolded your lover taking the kid from his hand, he automatically buried his head in the side of your neck. "Hey, buddy, what's going on huh?"

"He said he didn't have a family. He's attached to you now, therefore making him your problem." He watched you side-eyed him, giving him a very clear dirty look, "He doesn't have a name either." You ran your fingers through the top of the young boy's fur, rolling your lip between your bottom teeth in thought.

"Let's call him Aether." You looked over at Technoblade a teasing smile appearing on your face, "we'll build him a little secret room to keep him safe."

"Aether...Like the god of light and the sky? Isn't that ironic- wait...HEH, what do you mean his own room?" Technoblade blinked rapidly as you slid down the ladder into the basement, "Princess, get back here this conversation is not over!" He chased after you, and with a huff, Steve began to follow the both of you, too curious to just ignore the baby in your arms.

"We can re-purpose Tommy's old room! Fix it up after someone blew it up." You gushed as the piglin squealed in your arms approvingly, "we'll decorate it just how you like it, I'll even paint the walls."

"He's NOT our son (Y/N)-"

"Maybe not our son but he's MY son."

Why did that make Technoblade feel a million times worse? Is this how Phil's wife felt when she was alive when Phil tried to take him in from the Nether.

"I'm not leaving him to fend for himself, especially because he sought us out," You whispered tenderly, "It doesn't sit right with me Tech...please." Technoblade watched you look up at him through big sad eyes, "you don't have to be a parental figure if you don't want to, I won't force that role on you. But I want to take care of Aether, least till he's old enough to officially fend for himself."

Technoblade chose not to correct you that he was already capable of fighting his own battles.

"Fine." He relented with a loud sigh, "just don't get him killed. I don't want to deal with you being upset over a dumb orphan."

"Not dumb." You huffed nudging him in the side, "but thank you." He felt your lips brush the corner of his mouth and he visibly relaxed. "I promise I won't bother you with him either, he'll be my responsibility." You assured Aether grunted in your hold almost like he was in agreement with that plan. Technoblade glared at the child and huffed,

"He better not be," Technoblade said as if to promise himself that he would not get attached to the piglin in your arms that looked so much like your son it filled him with warmth. Steam exited his nose in frustration, and you gave him a gentle pat on the cheek, "I'll talk to Phil about getting him some warmer clothes, but that doesn't mean I like him." The smile on your face was almost worth discussing this child with Phil, but only almost, you gently placed Aether on a spare bed by Bob.

"For now," You ruffled his pink fur "You'll stay down here. If you need anything just call me okay? We'll get you a walkie-talkie you can decorate with some stickers." Technoblade groaned from behind you, he had to gather materials for another radio, for a baby. Aether nodded excitedly and snuggled against the soft covers of the bed, you kissed the top of his eye socket. Steve nuzzled Aether's hand and he gently rubbed the top of the polar bear's head, Steve seemed to dub the Piglin acceptable and rested his face on the edge of his bed. "Good boy Steve, watch out for my boy." You headed back up the ladder Technoblade followed behind you wearily, Phil was going to make fun of him for this, the old man was going to call him soft.

Marriage has made him soft and a shameful part of him liked that feeling of domesticity. He swallowed thickly glancing over at your bright smile, you turned towards him and figured the letter in his pocket could wait a few more days.

"I'm going to send a letter to Phil, so he can grab clothes for the orphan on his way back." Technoblade sighed softly rubbing the bridge of his nose, which caused the smile to slip off of your face.

'Apologize to her right now. It's a kid how hard can it really be? You can handle it, he makes her happy. But it's an orphan and it smells. Yeah, like the Nether and smoke. So does Technoblade.'

He huffed at the voices mentally flipping them off, before lifting his hand and placing it on the top of your head. He watched you look up at him through long lashes and (e/c) eyes, "I guess it's not that big of a deal you nerd. So don't get all frowny at me, okay? We'll keep the kid safe." The smile reappeared and he let out a sigh of relief he didn't realize he was holding in,

"You do care," you cooed fondly and his heart squeezed in his chest. "You're gonna be Aether's dad just you wait."

"Yeah, maybe when pigs fly."

"Tech-"

"Don't say anything," his face turned red, "you know what I meant." You giggled and kissed his cheek, he walked over to the window and sent a crow out for Phil. He jolted feeling your hands on his back running up and down, you slid in front of him.

"Thank you, for all you do for me." Your soft lips traveled across his cheek and onto his lips, "Let me repay you." He felt the tips of your fingers grab at his chin, his eyes dropped closed, tail wrapping around your waist to pull you flush.

"Oh?"

"Hmhm," You purred out as you pressed your foreheads together, you both screamed however when a loud slam sounded against the door. It was thrown open moments after Phil was standing in the doorway, wings ruffled and crows screaming behind him.

"What the FUCK do you mean you have a child! (Y/n) was pregnant?! Since when?! What the fuck!"

"Miscommunication!" Technoblade shouted flush coming across his face, "The crows twisted my words! Last time I rely on them to relay a message!" You burst into hysterical laughter falling against Technoblade's chest,

"This is not funny!" Both Phil and Technoblade said simultaneously, both equally confused and flustered. Phil got here so fast it was ridiculous and judging by the bag on his back he came fully prepared with clothing and all.

"I adopted a piglin from the Nether, he hid in my stuff, you thought I was pregnant?" You were cackling holding your stomach, "Phil what the fuck!"

"What?" He sputtered flabbergasted, "it's not like you both aren't fucking! You smell like him constantly, you can't blame me for jumping to conclusions."

"You saw me yesterday! You have a son!"

"Shut the fuck up! I panicked!" Phil threw the bag at you and you caught it in your arms, still snickering. Meanwhile, Technoblade was still recovering from Phil's scare, "I just...got some of Wilbur's old clothes. Some old toys as well, whatever I could find."

"Thank you, grandpa," You teased to which he turned slightly red, Technoblade glared in your direction.

"He's not grandpa."

"I can be," Phil added raising his finger in the air, Technoblade gaped at him,

"Don't encourage her!" You laughed tossing the bag in Technoblade's general direction, his fast reflexes allowed him to catch the bag. "What are you expecting me to do with this?"

"Go give it to him," He watched you smirk and wanted to wrap his hands around your neck. "You both need to bond,"

"You said earlier I didn't have to!"

"I lied." You bared your teeth in a big smile, chills went down his spine staring at your face, "You have to at least get along with Aether. Plus, Phil and I need to talk."

"We do?"

"We do."

"I'm being lied to." Technoblade growled, "I can't believe this betrayal. Let's all lie to Technoblade, I'm such a victim, having to tend to an orphan my wife adopted." You flipped Technoblade off as he slid down the ladder into the basement. Aether was still asleep on the bed when he came down, the bag across his shoulder felt heavy as nervousness seeped into his skin.

He literally killed people and blew up an entire nation, why was this child making him nervous.

'Throw the bag at it. Have it fend for itself. Don't do that (Y/n) will be upset with you! So, not my problem. It will be our problem if Technoblade gets divorced! DIVORCED?! SHE'D NEVER! E. But she could, do we really want to deal with that. That's a lot of work to clean up.'

The bed shifted, stirring Technoblade out of his racing thoughts, he swallowed thickly before taking a deep breath.

"Hey, kid, wake up." Technoblade gruffly scoffed, tossing the bag on the bed and kissing his teeth. The piglin made a distressed noise jolting up in the bed and pulling the covers over his little body. "Calm down it's just me, Technoblade," He spoke back in Piglin to the child who seemed to ease up a little bit. "(Y/n) and Phil got you some stuff so open the bag and check so I can leave."

Aether eyed him wearily as he opened the soft yellow bag, he began to pull the items out with slight awe. Despite his tough exterior, Technoblade was oddly curious as he walked a bit closer to look inside the bag. Aether pulled out a soft yellow and black striped sweater and rubbed it against his cheeks, it seemed to be amazed at the softness of the material. Technoblade couldn't help but laugh a little, once again he thought of the first time he was introduced to the same material. A pair of overalls was next, they were covered in colorful patches and Aether's eyes lit up excitedly. He watched him scramble back into the bag as a few more things were pulled out, like a coloring book, a few colorful pens, an old busted walkie-talkie, and a small stuffed crow. Phil just had to shove that in there, he couldn't believe that the old man's first thought when he thought (y/n) was having a baby was to find a little stuffed crow, biased little shit.

"Thank you," Aether spoke softly in Piglin towards Technoblade, he blinked a little rapidly.

"Thank your grandpa Phil," Technoblade grunted before coughing, "No not grandpa-"

"Grandpa!" He beamed brightly, his little tail wagging rapidly behind him, Technoblade rubbed his eyes tiredly.

"Just go get changed kid," He grumbled, "So you can show (Y/n)." Aether slid off the bed, sweater, and clothes in hand and stumbled into a nearby bathroom. He came out a few moments later clad in his new outfit, in the meantime, Technoblade sat on the edge of his bed. Aether did a little twirl placing his hands on his hips, Techno held out a weak thumbs up and he seemed satisfied with that answer. Aether flopped back on the bed next to Technoblade and leaned against the pillows, an awkward silence stretched between the both of them. "Anyway...I guess I'll head back upstairs." Technoblade raised his hand and motioned to the ladder, his body tensed and it took all his willpower not to kick the child across the room as his instincts screamed at him to do. He blinked a few times and noticed Aether grabbed at his hands in order to get a closer look at the gold adorning his fingers. Aether began to run his hands over his gold rings,

ah, that made more sense.

"You like my rings?" Technoblade questioned watching him nod eagerly as he wiggled his fingers, "yeah I like 'em too. Got some for my Princess too, that's (Y/n)."

"Princess?"

"Hmhm, she looks beautiful in them," Technoblade hummed softly, an adoring look appearing on his face. Aether looked like he was holding onto every word, "We treat (Y/n) with respect she deserves understand? I see you messing with her. I mess with you back, got that kid?" Aether nodded,

"Same to you."

Technoblade barked out a small laugh and ruffled the fluff on top of Aether's head, "Off to a good start kid." Aether smiled shyly before going back to examining his jewelry, Technoblade shifted to get a little more comfortable as Aether settled in his lap. He continued to examine and twirl Technoblade's rings around until he glanced up and caught sight of his golden crown on top of his head. He desperately reached up for it and Technoblad leaned away from his grubby little hands, "Sorry, the crowns off-limits kids." Aether huffed puffing out his cheeks and Technoblade grumbled reluctantly placing the crown on his head, it was far too big for his little skull as it slipped past his forehead. He made some happy sounds and readjusted the crown, he leaned back against Technoblade relishing in not only the gold but also the attention.

Technoblade huffed out a laugh, maybe having a kid around wouldn't be so bad after all.

He looked back down at Aether and noticed the kid was asleep on his chest, his body locked up completely frozen in terror. Now, what was he going to do? He was trapped underneath a sleeping child, he awkwardly tried to maneuver Aether off himself but the kid had a strong grip on his chest. Technoblade cursed under his breath and figured he might as well get comfortable if he was trapped, he felt warm beneath the piglin and eventually drifted off to light sleep.

Philza and you quietly descended the ladder down into the basement, Technoblade hadn't come back up and the both of you were growing suspicious. You had to cover your mouth to stop an excited squeal from leaving your mouth, both your boys were cuddling on the bed, Technoblade's crown was slipping off Aether's head. You looked excitedly over at Phil whose face was soft and fond,

"Go on, take a picture." Phil glanced over at you motioning to the boys in bed before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a disposable camera.

"Thanks, Phil," You whispered snapping a quick picture of the bed, the click of the camera caused Technoblade's ears to twitch. The photograph came spitting out of the camera and you shook it waiting for it to develop, you were so hanging this picture up where everyone could see it. From across the room Technoblade's eyes cracked open, Phil nudged you forward,

"I'll head out, go spend time with your family." He ruffled the top of your head and flew up the ladder swiftly,

"Hm...was that Phil?" Technoblade grumbled under his breath, voice still deep with the hint of sleep.

"Yeah bubs," You whispered tenderly walking over to the edge of the bed, "he figured it was time to head out." You brushed strands of pink hair out of his eyes and he leaned into your touch, "make some room big guy." With an annoyed grumble, Technoblade moved over so you could lay down beside him and Aether, you gently brushed your thumb across the fur on the baby's cheeks. Just like your big warrior husband he snuggled against your hand. "So, I take it he's grown on you?"

"Shut up and go to sleep." Technoblade grumbled reaching over Aether to rest his big hand on your head, "hm tired." He closed his eyes and ignored your giggles, you pulled the blankets over the three of you and you drifted off into a deep sleep.

Meanwhile, underneath L'manburg the egg began to breathe and pulsate with life, it yearned to have the couple once again in the palm of its hand just like it did decades prior. Sir Billiam and Lady (Y/n) were their names if it remembered correctly, they'd follow in the eggs wishes again, that it knew for certain. Meeting them again was going to be fun.

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