#so far he's sat in my dad's lap and didn't let go

[britishchick09]

welcome fern :)

[dipperpepper77]

Arranged Marriage AU LADS Men

Dipper's Delusions

TAGS: Fluff, AFAB reader, children, men who yearn... ARE MEN WHO EARN.

Intro: Your kingdom reeked of smoke and burnt produce. The heat was so palpable that it seemed to stick to everyone's skin. Leaving yours to always be damp with soft sweat. The war was taking far too long to end. Your parents, the king and queen, opting for more drastic measures. Securing your hand to a foreign kingdom could provide aid and stability to your tiny kingdom. You weren't one for dramatics. Only nodding hesitantly as the documents were filled and signed over. Whilst, you didn't want to marry out of convenience... you also didn't want to see your people starve or succumb to the war.

The resources and power of the foreign kingdom would be enough to end the war and establish your own as one of the greats. One to not be messed with. Your people could now live in peace for your sacrifice. It would help that he was easy on the eyes.

It wasn't hard to convince him for your hand. He knew you. From prior balls were you didn't even spare him a passing glance. Now it was relatively the same. You still didn't grant him a passing glance in your shared castle. But, oh... how he longed for you. You were completely unaware of his sentiments for you. However, you'd soon find out.

Sea god Rafayel: You picked at your food with the gold plated fork. Your lips parting to make a comment but stopping halfway. Rafayel cleared his throat, "something's on your mind. Say it". You gave a curt nod before speaking "I thought it would be highly inappropriate to eat one's own kind". He let out an amused laugh. "Seafood? It's the circle of life, my dear. Eat or be eaten. Humans truly know nothing.. do they?" You shook your head a bit. Feeling more comfortable to take a bite of the seafood. It was rich and buttery. Light with the slight taste of the ocean. His hand grazed yours, picking it up in his soft delicate palm. "May I?" You nod. He places kisses to your knuckles. You felt a burning feeling in your throat. A lump forming as he nuzzled against your hand. "You don't need to feel the same... just know one thing. You will always have a place in my heart."

You found yourself easing into Rafayel. Gradually picking up with his steps. Finding yourself nuzzled in his embrace as he showed you his art pieces. More often than not you just found that... you couldn't be apart from him. His head laid on your lap as you fixed up his hair. You held golden shears as you cut small bits of his violet strands. "Raf... I think I'll do this wrong." He only smiled up at you. "You could never do wrong in my eyes. I trust you." He bit back a smirk. "Besides, If I look awful I'll tell everyone it's because my dear wife is possessive."

The kingdom was pushing for an heir after the anniversary of your marriage. You sat on the bed. The lump crawling back into your throat. You loved Rafayel. But, you were afraid. What if he changed? What if all he was doing was wooing you for an heir?

Rafayel kissed behind your ear. "Listen to me. We go at your pace.. okay?" You nod gently. Breathing out gently. "I'm scared.." His gaze softened. Looking at you like you were a wet trembling animal he needed to protect. He pushed a strand of hair out of your face. "Have I ever told you... you always happen to be the most beautiful woman in the room?" He got up. Extending his hand for you to take. He lead you to the garden. You looked at it in awe. You. Paintings full of your face. Painted in a way that showed you how utterly devoted he was.

(Skip forward) Rafayel was a proud dad of twins. One girl and one boy. Both had your hair and his face. Oh, how he doted on them. Kissing their cheeks constantly. The kingdom was quick to choose the boy as the heir. Leading to constant protests from a moody Rafayel. "No. Whoever shows they are ready for the throne gets it." He will NOT back down when it comes to showing equality to your children.

Crown of Light Xavier: A man beyond his age. When you heard of him at first, you thought he was an old man. But, when you saw him... it was another story. He was beautiful. You averted your gaze away from him. The side of your face seemed to be cradled by the candlelight. He smiled softly. "Do you like the light?" Your eyebrows furrowed but you decided to indulge him with a soft nod. His palm extended, a bead of light appeared only to transform to a bunny.

As soon as the precious moment occurred, it seemed to fleet just as fast. News of the kingdom awaiting an heir seemed to strike Xavier down. He hardly spoke to you. Leaving you to go into the bed chambers and sleeping. Dozing off as if he didn't have a wife.

You sat on the plush cushion of the couch. Embroidering a pillow for your future children if your husband just got out of his bed chambers for once. Then, you saw him standing at the doorway. His face looking like he mourned you. You spoke softly, "what troubles you so much?" He shuddered before he took a seat next to you. Whatever he was about to say seemed to be rehearsed. "I.. can... I can not give you children." Your eyebrows furrowed. "Can't or will not?" He shook his head gently. "Will not."

The castle has been tense ever since. You hardly spoke to him. It was the casual difference of him saying will not rather than could not. You sat on the silk bed in your bed chambers. Looking at nothing in particular. Rather, you were deep in thought about how you even got into this situation. Xavier walked into the room, blowing the soft flames of the candles that illuminated your room. You were about to protest... but, his hand rose. "Just... let me speak okay?" You nodded quietly. "It's not that I do not want children with you. It's more that I... I'm scared. Terrified actually. What if I'm not a good father? What if I don't last long enough to see them into adulthood.. I... I can't". Your hand went to the small of his back. Truly the most reassuring thing you could've done. He smiled softly. Using his evol to make a little light show for you as an apology. Light illuminated the room, forming intricate shapes.

You two had triplets on the first go. Poor Xavier's heart nearly dropped. But, he was making the most of it. Two little girls with golden strands and your eyes. The boy inheriting your hair and his blue eyes. King Xavier was reduced to a restless father. His girls pulling at his locks while the boy nestled in his chest... he wouldn't have it any other way.

Ice King Zayne: "I'd like to formally introduce my-". He walked away before you could even finish your sentence. Your eyes widened. What? He was the one who rushed your union. So why was he pushing you away? Did he think you lower than him?

You avoided him like a plague and so did he. The ice of his evol was not the only thing making this castle so... frigid. You ended up developing a routine: wake up, finish up royal tasks, meet with your ladies in waiting, eat in the empty dining table, and go to bed. 150 steps to your bed chambers. So you started counting again and again. 150 exact. What a mundane and boring life.

Today was no different. 150 steps to leave your room and to the dining table. But, this time you saw Zayne eating. You took your seat and ate in silence. The day was pretty pleasant afterwards. 150 steps to the chambers... 1...2...3. You only counted to 50 until you felt a hand grab your wrist and tug you somewhere else. Your mind was on autopilot. 150... 151? 180 steps to Zayne's chambers. Wait.. why are you in his chambers? He helped you out of your robe. His gaze appreciative of the silk white nightgown you wore. You looked up at him baffled. But, he just tugged you into bed with him. You were spooned into his embrace. Back hitting his muscular chest.

You were weak. How else do you explain just sleeping comfortably? He nuzzled his face into your neck. "I'm... not one for affection. I really tried... I just find being away from you is unbearable." What you didn't know is that he was a mess around you. The times he rushed away from you... he was hiding in the corner of the room blushing like a fool. He was not good at being vulnerable at all. But, he will try for you.

Twin girls appeared in his arms. Both having your face, your hair, your mannerisms. His genes didn't seem to even fight it. He thanked all the wishing he did. These little girls thawed the rest of his frigid heart that you couldn't reach. He would always carry snacks hidden under his heavy crown. Chocolate for the eldest twin, strawberry jam packets for the other, and whatever you craved. All with a faint blush whenever he was around you.

Dragon Sylus: You signed up for a marriage… not this. You were stuck in the tower being guarded by a damn dragon? You knew his name was Sylus. Knew he was also the king of the kingdom. Knew he preferred to be alone and recluse in the tower. Knew he hated humans. But, also knew he had to endure to keep the kingdom out of ruins.

He clung to you. His strong voice squeaking out. What happened to this strong dragon? “M-may.. I hold on to your ribbon?” You nod. His long fingers twirled around the ribbon that laid behind your dress. The one that held your waist. His black nails scratching lightly on it. “Pretty.”

You woke up more often than not in his arms. He always asked before he touched you. Not wanting to scare you off. His finger tips were ash black. His nails pointed and sharp. The noir color fading past his knuckle to reveal pale skin. Your fingers reached his horns earning you a soft groan. “They’re sensitive, my belle.” You took your hands off. He looked at you with almost worry. His nail dragging on your soft cheek. “Do I.. scare you?” You shot up. Wanting to protest. He shook his head. Getting up and leaving the room.

You found him mopping by a small nest that could only fit you and him if you squeezed. Maybe he made it so he could envelop you whole? That’s how he felt he could protect you. Your hand petted his hair. Asking.. begging to talk. He looked up at you. “I don’t want to scare you. It’s hard enough to ask you to have heirs with me. They’d be half dragon and half human.. I can’t ask you to create monsters.” You shook your head. Explaining you didn’t find him repulsive. But, his hand found yours again. “D-don’t.. not for my sake. I’d do anything for you. My horns? I’ll shave them down. Look more human. I’ll cut the claws.. the fangs too. Anything. Please.. I don’t wish to frighten you.” When you finally got him to see reason, he slept soundly on your chest.

He was the best girl dad. His little girl had your hair and his crimson eyes. She had the most fierce personality anyone had ever seen. More importantly… she had her dad wrapped around her finger. He’d always make her a nest. Always laugh whenever she started showing her dragon side. You two would take her to the gardens so she could enjoy the sun.

God of War Caleb: Strategically, this was a match made in heaven. His kingdom was one that never lost a battle. The soldiers were all top quality and ruthless when it came to protecting the crown. But, you grew up with Caleb. The powerful king was the same person who’d fuss over your dress, fix your ribbons, put your shoes on for you. His reward? You hardly acknowledged him as a romantic prospect. Hardly batting an eye to him at the balls.

How long would it take for him to snap? Not long actually.. you’re his wife now. His queen. You were blissfully unaware to his romantic sentiments. Usually giving him the same polite nod as always. Caleb… was a good and dear friend. Until tonight.

His hand snaked to the small of your back. Keeping you pressed against him. His cheek rubbed against yours. His voice… soft. Almost melodic. “Am I not enough? I’m yours… so humbly yours. My heart..” He placed your hand on his warm chest. Your fingertips feeling his steady and strong heartbeat. “This… it beats for you.” You could only swallow hard. Your eyes flickering with recognition. You truly loved him.

He followed you around like a lost puppy. Making countless excuses as for why he needed to be in your line of sight. No one understood how this man crumbled to a pathetic fool over you. But, they weren’t crazy enough to question him. A single utter of your name had his intention. If it was a negative comment? The person would rather be dead and gone than face Caleb’s wrath. Come hell or high water, that man would go to war for your dignity.

Caleb had his heir. A boy who looked exactly like him. A carbon copy down to his pout. He adored the boy.. absolutely. But, mentally cursed himself because he wished he looked a bit more like you. He also cursed himself because his son is EXACTLY like him. Caleb would follow you around for affection or praise, only to get knocked by his son. His son was equally possessive and jealous over your time. A chaotic but loving home is what I can best describe it as.

[pitlanepeach]

Radio Silence | Chapter Thirty-Two

Lando Norris x Amelia Brown (OFC)

Series Masterlist

Summary — Order is everything. Her habits aren’t quirks, they’re survival techniques. And only three people in the world have permission to touch her: Mom, Dad, Fernando.

Then Lando Norris happens.

One moment. One line crossed. No going back.

Warnings — Autistic!OFC, so much fluff, strong language

Notes — This is my favourite chapter so far. Out of all 32. It's also a long one, so grab a snack and send me your thoughts!

2023 (Belgium — Japan)

The light in Nice always felt soft, like it was passing through a filter of sea salt and old stone. The sun hadn't reached its full height yet, and the market was still in that gentle hum of mid-morning, not too busy, not too still. Just alive enough.

Lando walked half a step behind Amelia, letting her pace guide them through the maze of stalls and awnings. She wasn't a talker in the mornings, not really, and that suited him just fine.

She stopped at the long flower stand, fingers trailing over a bunch of pale yellow ranunculus. He didn't say anything, just watched her examine the petals with her usual precise sort of softness. Then, after a pause, she looked back at him and tilted her head slightly.

He reached into his back pocket, pulled out a crumpled bill, handed it to the vendor without a word. Amelia's lips curved just a bit.

Two stalls later, she passed him a tiny basket of sliced figs drizzled in honey. He didn't ask where she'd gotten it or how much it cost. He just took it and pressed a kiss to her temple, because of course she would know he was hungry before he even had a chance to say anything.

They moved like that; in orbit, but in sync.

At one point, a vendor selling lavender soap called out to them in a thick accent, something about being a "cute young couple." Lando smiled, striking up a polite conversational exchange. Amelia didn't say anything. After they passed the stall, she reached down and laced her fingers through his, without looking.

She didn't do that often — didn't like to be the one to initiate physical contact, especially in public.

He felt it in his heart every time she did.

They stopped near a stall selling fresh olive bread, and Amelia pulled out her phone, tapping something into her notes app. Lando leaned over.

"What's that?" he asked, voice low and warm.

"List of food I like," she murmured. "Reminding myself."

He nodded. She paused, then handed him the phone wordlessly. There were twenty-seven bullet points. He scrolled through them.

"You liked the brown seeded rolls yesterday too. With the chilli jam," he said. "I'll add that."

She didn't reply. Just looked at him for a long second, then blinked, slow and deliberate. That was the silent Amelia version of I love you — subtle, but unmistakable.

They wandered on.

At the end of the market, they sat at a chipped café table and shared a small tart filled with goat cheese and roasted tomato. Amelia leaned into his side without thinking, her head resting on his shoulder as she chewed, still watching the crowds drift by.

Lando let his hand fall into her lap and tangle gently in the fabric of her skirt. Hers moved to rest over his without needing to look.

They didn't speak much.

And that was the thing with them. It wasn't just that they loved each other — it was that they understood how the other one loved. In gestures. In silence. In half-smiles and shared fruit and shoulders leaned into shoulders in beautiful, morning-sleepy cities.

—

The MTC sim room was cool and quiet, lit by the blue glow of monitors and the soft hum of tech. Amelia stood with her arms folded, watching the data stream from Oscar's run, her expression intensely focused. She didn't speak until the run ended and the rig slowed to stillness.

"Turn 7's still sloppy," she said bluntly.

Oscar pulled off the headset and blinked at her. "Define 'sloppy.'"

"Four degrees too aggressive on throttle reapplication. You're losing rotation mid-corner, which is fine when tyre life doesn't matter, but it will in Spa." She passed him a tablet with the graph already up. "Look."

Oscar studied it. "You memorise this?"

"I don't memorise, per se. I just... know it." She paused. "I'm pattern-oriented. You keep breaking the pattern. It's very irritating."

Lando, seated cross-legged on the floor beside the second sim rig, laughed. "She's not wrong. You are driving like a goat on ice in that sector."

Oscar shot him a look. "You crashed in Miami trying to out-brake a Williams."

"Shut up, mate." Lando stood, brushing imaginary dust off his joggers. "Alright, my turn. Fix me, genius wife."

Amelia arched a brow. "You want feedback?"

"I'm asking for it, yeah."

"Good luck," Oscar muttered, climbing off the rig.

They traded places, and Amelia slid the headset onto Lando with surprising gentleness, muttering something under her breath that only he could hear. Whatever it was made him grin.

Lando's sim run was cleaner, smoother — but not perfect. He clipped a curb on Lap 3, losing the rear slightly. Amelia exhaled loudly through her nose.

"You always hit that curb," she said. "Every year. Just lift earlier."

"I'm trying. The curb keeps coming at me," he groaned, throwing her a grin through the screen.

"Don't be stupid," she shot back.

Oscar snorted. "She's brutal today."

"She's always brutal." Lando sighed. "But it's helpful, so..." he shrugged.

Eventually his run ended. Amelia crossed to his console and tapped a few notes in; suggested setup tweaks, minor aero preferences. Lando watched her hands work.

"You're so smart, baby. How do you do it, hm?"

She didn't look up. "I watch. I notice things. I write them down. Easy"

He smiled. "You're like a high-functioning racetrack AI."

Oscar added dryly, "That occasionally hits things when she's angry."

"That too," Lando agreed, with a lopsided smirk.

Amelia looked up at both of them, expression unreadable for a beat. Then she said, very softly, "You're idiots."

Oscar grinned. "That's a compliment from you."

Lando moved to nudge her shoulder, but she stepped out of reach — except not out of irritation, just anticipation. She knew exactly what was coming.

"You're going to try to gang up on me now," she stated.

Lando blinked. "Why would we—"

Oscar pounced first, grabbing her wrist and lightly jabbing at her side. "We would never," he said with mock innocence.

Amelia shrieked and jerked away, but Lando joined in, carefully — always mindful of her reactions, but not holding back so much that it felt patronising. His fingers found her ribs, tickling just enough to get her laughing — real, loud, unfiltered laughter.

"Stop! I hate this!" she wheezed, kicking at the air as she twisted out of reach.

"You're smiling," Oscar said.

"That's involuntary!" She yelped, breathless.

They finally relented, letting her drop onto the padded bench near the wall, still catching her breath. Her face was flushed, her hair askew, and she looked... radiant with happiness.

"Jerks," she muttered, but her voice was light.

"You love us," Lando said, crouching beside her.

"Only sometimes," she said flatly.

Behind them, just outside the glass-panelled door, Zak stood watching.

He hadn't meant to intrude. He'd only come by to drop off a briefing packet. But when he'd seen the three of them — his daughter, laughing and safe, surrounded by two young men who not only respected her mind but held her heart with equal reverence — he'd stayed where he was.

He didn't move. Didn't interrupt. Just watched for a little while longer.

Amelia, who'd grown up unsure of where she fit. Amelia, who used to hide in closets with puzzle books. Amelia, who didn't make friends easily but somehow had forged these bonds — raw, steady, honest — with Oscar and Lando. A best friend and a husband.

Zak blinked hard.

When Lando looked up a few minutes later and spotted him, he just gave a little nod. Not a word passed between them.

Zak nodded back and slipped away.

Inside the sim suite, Amelia stood again, brushing herself off.

"Back to work!"

Lando and Oscar groaned in unison.

"Fine," she said. "But if either of you miss apexes like that in Spa, I'll point and laugh at you on live television."

"You'd love that," Oscar said.

"She would," Lando added. "Humiliation. She likes embarrassing us."

Amelia just smirked, already queuing up the next run. "Well. I'm not ruling it out."

And as the next session loaded, the screen filling with the digital outline of the track, she brought her hand up to apply a heavy load of pressure to her hip.

Grounding. Safe.

—

Later, much later, the sim rigs had powered down for the night.

Amelia sat alone on the low bench, knees pulled up to her chest, arms wrapped around them. Not in discomfort; she wasn't overwhelmed. She was just... processing.

Oscar had ducked out a few minutes earlier, mumbling something about protein bars and his "cramped spine." Lando had promised to bring back coffee. That left her here, in the comfortable lull, with space to think.

Oscar.

It had taken her a while to really begin to understand Oscar Piastri on a personal level. He was quiet, like her. Dry, like chalk. Flat-voiced in a way that people often mistook for aloofness. But Amelia had recognised it immediately — that instinct for silence. The calm observation. The way he didn't try to fill air that didn't need filling.

He had become somewhat like a younger brother to her — not in the way people throw that phrase around when they mean someone's simply "less experienced," but in the very real, familial sense. She worried about him. Checked his telemetry obsessively. Snuck 'drink water/have a snack' notes into his strategy folder. Looked for signs of overwork in his eyes before every qualifying session.

And he, in the way Oscar was able, quietly looked after her too.

He never flinched at her directness. Never called her intense or difficult or cold when she snapped out instructions without pleasantries. In fact, he appreciated it. He understood that when she called something "icky," it wasn't a personal attack; it was an opportunity for precision.

After a race where she'd gotten particularly sharp with him over comms, he'd found her in the engineering room, dropped a packet of salted pretzels on her desk, and said, simply, "You were right. I just wasn't ready to hear it in the moment."

And that was all.

That was the kind of person Oscar was. He saw her and he didn't need to explain that he did.

And then there was Lando.

The loud to her quiet. The warmth to her ice. The one person on earth who could decipher her entire emotional state by the mere shape of her shoulders, or the angle of her fingers curled around a water bottle.

They were married now, still new enough to feel surreal when people called her "Mrs. Norris" in emails, but the foundation they stood on had been built long before the vows. He was the only person she could touch when her skin physically hurt from overstimulation. The only one who could joke with her during a meltdown and have it feel safe instead of cruel.

Lando understood her chaos. He never tried to change her, only to interpret.

Like when they were in the grocery store, and she couldn't bear the way the overhead lights buzzed, and he just... squeezed her hand once, without saying anything, and then diverted them to the sunglasses section and slid a funky pair onto her nose.

Or tonight, when she'd needed the sim session to be productive, and he'd let her lead, followed her notes, asked questions only when her tone said she was open to them.

And then — when she was finally starting to relax, he'd poked her ribs and made her laugh until she curled up on the floor.

Lando gave her a kind of emotional mirroring she'd never thought possible. Like her feelings were real and reflected, but never judged. He loved her not just in spite of who she was, but because of it. Bluntness, hyper-focus, sharp tongue, and all.

Very quickly, Lando and Oscar had become one of her safe zones.

One was home. The other had become family. Both made the world feel a little less jagged.

She rested her cheek against her knees and exhaled.

They didn't tiptoe around her needs. They didn't act like they were noble for understanding. They didn't talk about her like she was a puzzle or a pet project. They just treated her like Amelia; sharp, driven, autistic, brilliant, flawed, enough.

It was rare to feel seen. Rarer still to feel seen and protected.

The door eased open then, and Lando returned, holding two takeaway cups. He handed her one wordlessly, sat down beside her, and bumped her knee with his.

"Hey, baby. You okay?" He asked.

"Yeah." Her voice was soft. "Just thinking."

"Dangerous."

She smiled. "I'm just feeling grateful, actually."

Lando tilted his head. "For?"

"You," she said simply. "Oscar. All of it."

He didn't tease her this time. Just leaned his head against hers for a second, warm and grounding.

"You're my person," he murmured. "My wife. My love."

She nodded. "I know." She whispered. "And you're mine."

—

Spa

The rain hadn't started yet, but it always smelled like it was about to in Spa. The mountains curled thick and green around the paddock, clouds hanging low. Amelia tugged her Quadrant hoodie sleeves over her hands and squinted at her tablet. Oscar's long run data looked steady, rear temps maybe a touch high, but manageable.

She heard the approach before she looked up. Soft-footed, deliberate. Someone in flats, not heels.

Oscar appeared first. Then, behind him, a woman with the exact same eyebrows and the same unbothered stillness in her eyes.

"Amelia," Oscar said, ever direct, "this is my mum."

Nicole Piastri smiled. warm and unfussy. "Nicole. It is so lovely to finally meet you."

Amelia didn't immediately move. Not because she didn't want to, but because her brain caught on the sudden shift in social rules; the expectation to greet, to be personable, to be human-shaped instead of work-shaped. She blinked once, then reflected the woman's smile as best as she could.

"Hi," she said. "Sorry. I was looking at tyre deltas. My brain's still... there."

Nicole just smiled. "Oscar warned me."

Amelia turned her head. Furrowed her brows. "Warned you?"

"He said you'd be brilliant but a bit intense. That I'd like you." Her tone was easy. No condescension, no forced warmth. Just observation.

Oscar folded his arms. "Didn't say 'a bit intense.' That was Mum's addition."

Nicole raised a brow. "You said she made a Ferrari engineer cry once."

Amelia blinked again. "He ignored my pit safety brief three times."

Nicole laughed, not unkindly, and that was the moment Amelia relaxed, just a fraction.

"I like your son," Amelia said simply.

"I'd hope so," Nicole replied. "You're guiding him."

Amelia nodded. "He listens. He understands things without needing them repeated. He's good."

Nicole gave her a look. "He's also stubborn and sometimes pretends he isn't tired when he absolutely is."

Oscar made a wounded sound. "Mum."

"True," Amelia said, folding her arms. "I've started watching for the eye-rubbing thing. It's his tell."

Nicole grinned. "Exactly."

There was a beat. A moment of quiet. Amelia stepped back slightly, giving herself a little more breathing room from the interaction. Nicole didn't follow, didn't press. She just let the silence exist.

That, more than anything, made Amelia feel at ease.

"You're welcome to come sit in for the long-run review," she said. "If you want."

Nicole's eyebrows lifted. "You'd let a driver's mum sit in?"

Amelia shrugged. "If it were any other mum, maybe not. But you raised Oscar. And he doesn't let nonsense slide. So I assume neither do you."

Nicole beamed, warm and wide. "You really are as blunt as he said."

Amelia nodded. "I'm autistic. Directness is safer for everyone."

Nicole, without missing a beat: "Well, I'm Australian. Directness is our native language."

Oscar looked between them, then shook his head with a half-smile. "This is going to be terrifying."

"Don't be dramatic," Amelia said, already turning back to her screen.

Nicole patted Oscar's shoulder, but her eyes lingered on Amelia with quiet gratitude.

She saw it.

Not just the brilliance, but the care.

And for a mother watching someone else guide her son at 300 km/h, that mattered more than anything.

—

It had rained sometime during the night — Amelia had heard it, soft and steady against the hotel room window, the kind of sound that settled right into soul and lulled her into deeper sleep. But now the world outside was damp and quiet, and inside, everything smelled like Lando: clean cotton, a little citrus, faint cologne lingering from yesterday's press outfits.

She was already awake. Always woke up earlier on race days.

Propped against the headboard, hair still messy from sleep, she had her iPad balanced on her knees — telemetry overlays already pulled up from FP3, tyre strategy notes highlighted in orange and blue.

The bed shifted as Lando stirred beside her.

"Mm... it's so early," he mumbled, voice rough and slow. "Why are you working already?"

"I'm not working," she replied, glancing down at him without shifting her hands. "I'm just reviewing."

He cracked one eye open. "That's working."

"I'm not writing anything new," she said. "I'm checking the data I already have. That can't be classed as work."

Lando groaned dramatically and rolled onto his side to face her. One arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her back down into the pillows, iPad and all.

She made a small protesting noise, stiff in the unfamiliar position, but didn't push away.

"You're not a robot," he murmured against her shoulder. "You're allowed to spend your morning being sleepy and stupid—like me."

"I know," she said. Bbut being still had always been difficult. There was always something to check, a variable to account for. "But I always feel better when I've gone over it one extra time."

He was quiet for a moment. Just breathing. Then he kissed the bare slope of her shoulder, soft and deliberate.

"Alright," he whispered. "One more time. And then you let it go for an hour. Just long enough to have breakfast. With me."

She didn't answer straight away. He felt her fingers tap lightly against the back of his hand — the same rhythm he'd learned years ago. The one that meant she was thinking. Processing.

Then, finally, she turned her head and nudged his forehead with hers.

"Okay," she said. "One hour."

He smiled, satisfied.

They stayed like that for a while. Her eyes flicking between data points. His thumb tracing lazy circles against her hip beneath the blanket. They didn't need to speak — didn't need to fill the air with reassurance. That was the magic of it, really. They understood each other in silences too.

Eventually, Amelia closed the iPad with a decisive click.

"Tyre data's solid," she said quietly. "Oscar'll be fine. Track temps are stable. We're good."

Lando pressed a kiss just beneath her ear. "You always say that. And you're always right."

"I'm not always right," she replied, voice flat but self-aware. "But I am today."

He laughed and leaned up on one elbow, eyes crinkling. "God, I love it when you sound like that."

"Like what?"

"Like you believe that we're going to win."

She blinked, then tilted her head a little. "You are going to win. Or close to it. I can feel it."

"Feel it, huh?"

"Yes. Based on my extensive logic and my faith in both of you."

"That's a dangerous combo." He grinned, then leaned down to kiss her — soft, not rushed. The kind of kiss people only share when they've been through everything together and still feel like choosing each other again in the quiet moments.

When he pulled back, her hand was resting lightly against his jaw.

"You good?" he asked. "Like... really good? For today?"

She thought about it. Then nodded. "Yeah. I'm regulated. My head's clear."

He smiled at that — the way she named her emotional state like an engineer running diagnostics. He loved that about her. Loved that she'd learned to say it, and that she trusted him with the truth.

"Then let's go race," he whispered, forehead pressed to hers.

And for a few more seconds, they just breathed, tangled together in a warm, sleepy cocoon, before the noise and chaos of race day swept them back into the world.

But for now, in this tiny window of stillness, they had each other.

— The air was heavy. Dense with mist, thick with tension, and wet enough that Amelia had already pre-loaded five different strategy trees before the lights went out.

Oscar had out-qualified Lando again.

She was laser-focused on Turn 1. Always Turn 1. Always La Source.

Amelia's fingers hovered over her tablet. Not touching—just tapping in the air beside it in a rhythm: four slow, one sharp. Then again. And again.

She didn't have to think as she walked Oscar through the formation lap. It came to naturally now, like a dance you couldn't forget.

Lights out.

"Oscar launch good," came one of the spotters in her ear.

She blinked. Tracked the orange blur to the inside line.

Then a flash of red, Sainz's Ferrari. sweeping across far too aggressively.

The sound in her headset crackled with team chatter, voices overlapping. She tuned most of them out and locked in on Oscar's feed just in time to see his onboard camera jolt. Not a bump. A collision.

The screen stuttered. Then black.

"Yellow flag. Incident Turn 1. Piastri, Sainz. Debris."

Amelia didn't speak.

"Amelia?" It was one of the performance engineers. "Oscar's saying steering is compromised. Damage right side—maybe suspension."

Still, she didn't speak. She tapped once against her palm. Hard. Her throat clenched. The pads of her fingers tingled like they did when she short-circuited.

She hit the comms.

"Oscar. Talk to me."

"Yeah—um—something's broken. I can't turn right properly. Think it's done."

And it was. Less than a lap.

She closed her eyes, just for a second, trying not to fall into the spiral. Not here. Not now. There was a job to do, Lando was still out there, but Oscar was her driver. Her ducky. He trusted her implicitly. And now, for no fault of his own, he was crawling back to the garage with a wounded car and nothing to show for it.

The red mist tried to rise in her chest—anger first. Not at Oscar. Not even really at Carlos. Just at the sheer waste of it. The injustice. The gut-punch of preparation ruined by recklessness. The voice in her head hissed, He finished the sprint in P2 yesterday. He deserved better than this.

She pulled her noise-cancelling headset tighter. The extra pressure helped, grounding her in physical sensation. She curled her toes in her shoes and focused on her breath.

Lando's voice broke through on the other channel, calm despite the chaos.

"Hey—did Oscar retire?"

Will gestured for her to respond.

"Yeah," she said, quietly. Then louder, "Yes. First corner damage. Focus up."

"Copy." A pause. Then softer, "That sucks."

It did. It sucked.

But Amelia didn't get to crumble, even though every part of her was fraying. She was still on the pit wall. Still working. Still leading.

Oscar's car was pushed back into the garage. She caught sight of him from across the paddock—helmet off, jaw clenched, walking quickly past the media scrum with his shoulders stiff. She didn't call him over. Not yet. He needed a minute. So did she.

By the time Lando crossed the line in P7, she was steady again. Not okay. But functioning.

—

Oscar was sitting on a flight case, race suit peeled to his waist, water bottle tucked under one knee. Amelia sat beside him without asking.

"You alright?" She asked.

He gave a dry laugh. "I made it fifty seconds. New record."

She didn't try to make him feel better. That wasn't her way. Instead, she said, "You made the right decision boxing the car immediately instead of dragging a damaged car around the track. Steering arm was shattered. You did everything right."

He nodded, but his mouth was tight.

She nudged her elbow against his.

"Still proud of you," she said.

He finally looked at her. "Even after I didn't finish a lap?"

"Especially then," she replied. "You stayed calm. You brought it back safe. You're my driver, Oscar. One racing incident that ends badly for us doesn't erase that."

His eyes softened, just a little. "You're getting sappy."

She rolled her eyes. "No I'm not. I don't even know what that means."

That made him laugh, a small honest noise, and she counted that as a win.

—

They had a brief respite in Monaco before heading to Zandvoort.

They looked at a few apartments. Didn't like any of them.

When they arrived at Max's place for dinner on the Wednesday, he took one look at their downtrodden expressions and laughed. "It is always more difficult the second time."

—

Zandvoort

The race at Zandvoort was marked by unpredictable weather. Lando finished P7, while Oscar managed to finish just inside of the points — P9.

Amelia saw it all unfold from the pit wall, her eyes scanning the monitors. The intermittent rain was a nightmare.

After the race, she found Lando in the garage, reviewing data.

"You did well," she commented.

He looked up, surprised. "Yeah?"

She nodded. "You adapted to the conditions very well."

He cracked a smile, pulling her into a brief embrace. "Thanks, baby."

That night, as they lay in bed, the sound of rain tapping against the window, Amelia whispered, "I'm really, really happy, Lando."

Lando tightened his hold on her.

—

They escaped to Lake Como for a short break between race weekends.

On the first morning of their mini vacation, they took a boat out onto the lake. Amelia sat at the bow, the wind tousling her hair.

"This place is so beautiful," she said. "Everything looks like something you'd see in a movie. Or on Pinterest."

Lando was steering the boat. He glanced at her and nodded toward his disposable camera, "Take some pictures, baby."

She picked it up and brought it up to her eye, squinting through the mini viewfinder.

He watched her fondly.

—

Monza

At Monza, Lando finished P8.

Things didn't go so well for Oscar.

Amelia let her head fall into her hands as the confirmation of the penalty came from the FIA.

"Shit," she muttered.

Her dad gave her a sympathetic grimace.

—

Japan

Amelia's fingers were a blur. Tip of her pen flicking rapidly against the plastic corner of the radio console. Three taps, pause. Three taps, pause. She hadn't even noticed the motion — her go-to stim when her body couldn't contain everything pressing up behind her ribcage.

Oscar was crossing the line. P2. Behind Max, of course; but ahead of Charles, ahead of Lewis.

And Lando... Lando was P3.

"Piastri, across the line — that's P2! Double podium for McLaren!"

The garage exploded; engineers leaping into the air, radios dropped, shoulders clapped, bodies turned into celebratory chaos.

But Amelia stayed locked in her seat at the pit wall, still staring at the screen, her breath stuck like static in her chest.

She couldn't move. Not yet.

Oscar's voice cracked through her headset, just the barest edge of disbelief in his normally even tone.

"Holy shit. Amelia. We did it."

She exhaled sharply, finally, a sound like relief and triumph tangled together.

"You drove it," she said, her voice clipped but shaking. "You followed every direction. Managed the tyres well in every stint. Well done, ducky."

"Wouldn't have got here without your mad plans." He was laughing, light and breathless. "Tell me I wasn't hallucinating this whole race."

"You weren't," she said, and suddenly her throat closed up, emotion catching on the edges of her usually flat tone. "This is real."

Will's hand landed on her shoulder, not jarring, just grounding, and she blinked up at him, eyes wide and wet.

"You can go," he said softly. "Garage's already heading to parc fermé."

She stood on instinct, legs shaky. Her hands were flapping now — the stim automatic, rapid-firing like her brain needed somewhere to put the excess. Pride, relief, noise, lights — it was too much. And it was perfect.

—

The second she caught sight of them — Lando and Oscar, helmets off, both laughing like kids who'd just stolen something valuable, it hit her like a gut-punch of joy.

They'd done it. Both of them. Her husband. Her driver.

Oscar caught her first, jogging toward her as the crowd swelled behind the fences.

She barely got a word out before he threw his arms around her.

It wasn't their usual style; they weren't overly physical, weren't the sentimental type. But she folded into it with a small, shocked laugh, her hands fluttering uselessly against his back.

"You really are mine now," she mumbled into his shoulder. "I'm not letting anyone else engineer you ever again."

Oscar pulled back with a crooked grin. "No complaints here."

And then she saw him.

Lando, weaving through the throng, his eyes locked on hers even before she noticed he was moving.

He reached her in four long strides and didn't say a word — just pulled her in, full-body, sweaty, burning fuel smell and all. His arms wrapped around her waist, grounding, safe. "You did this," he whispered into her ear. "You did this."

She shook her head, face pressed to his shoulder. "No. You and Oscar. You drove so, so well."

His hand was in her hair now, warm against her scalp. "You made the car better. You kept Oscar calm. You brought us here. You're the one who held it all together."

And suddenly, she couldn't stop the tears.

Not loud or dramatic — just silent, uncontainable release. Her body started rocking a little, barely perceptible — a comfort motion, side to side, tiny and rhythmic. She pressed her face harder into Lando's shoulder, hiding it the way she always did when the emotions got too big.

Overwhelmed. Elated. So proud she could barely breathe.

Lando didn't flinch. He just held her tighter and whispered, "I've got you, baby. It's okay."

Oscar was still hovering nearby, giving her space now, but watching with a half-smile, the kind that said he understood. And in a small way, he did.

Because Oscar had learned her tells. Her voice drops when she's overstimulated. Her stimming when she's overwhelmed. Her flinch when unexpected noise hits too hard. And still, he trusted her implicitly. Trusted her to guide him through a Grand Prix like Spa, where one mistake could end everything.

And now they were here.

P2. P3.

Double podium.

Amelia finally looked up, eyes shining, flapping her hands once more to bleed off the weight. Lando caught one, laced their fingers, and kissed the back of it without a word.

Zak was there too — in the background, watching. And for a moment, he didn't see his driver or his race engineer or the numbers on the screen.

He saw his daughter, overwhelmed but alight with joy, held safely between two young men who'd become her fiercest allies. Her husband, her teammate, her family.

He smiled to himself. He didn't say a word.

She didn't need him to.

—

The post-race buzz was elevated. Team shirts were drenched in champagne, and the McLaren hospitality tent was buzzing with an electric excitement.

Amelia didn't usually do broadcast interviews, that was more Lando's territory. But this time, after this race — a double podium, both drivers flawless, Sky had requested her by name.

The paddock mic stand felt too tall. She adjusted it twice.

"Amelia Norris," the reporter began brightly, mic held between them. "First of all, congratulations. Double podium for McLaren — Lando second, Oscar third — how are you feeling right now?"

Amelia blinked. Twice. She hadn't stopped moving since the chequered flag. Still hadn't properly eaten. Still had telemetry fragments dancing in her brain. She opened her mouth, paused, and then nodded slowly.

"I feel... good," she said honestly, voice low and a little clipped. "A bit overwhelmed. But proud. They both drove amazingly today. Especially Oscar. He nailed every brief."

There was something endearing about her calmness — like she was one breath away from shutting the whole operation down to explain exactly how Oscar had maximised delta windows through Sector 2.

The interviewer smiled. "And fans have been picking up on your dynamic with Oscar, especially from the radio. You called him 'Ducky' today — again. Can you talk us through that? Where did the nickname come from?"

Amelia blinked again, then huffed, not irritated, just... caught slightly off guard.

"I give people nicknames when I trust them," she said simply. "'Oscar' is what everyone calls him. 'Ducky' is mine."

There was a beat of silence, the reporter briefly stunned by the directness. But it wasn't defensive or awkward — just the truth, laid bare like everything Amelia said.

"Well, it's clearly working," the reporter recovered, grinning. "Because his defending against Perez and Charles today was phenomenal."

"Yes," Amelia said. "Because we planned for it. He did exactly what I asked of him."

"Did you expect a podium today?"

"I expect possibility," she said, quick. "Expectations are dangerous. But the data said we could be there. And then Oscar delivered on it. So did Lando. That's why I build cars. That's why I stay up all night running simulations. For this."

Her hands moved a little as she spoke — stimming subtly, thumb flicking against her palm. But her voice was steady.

"Would you call this the best day of your season so far?" The interviewer asked, lowering the mic slightly.

Amelia took a breath. Looked out toward the pit wall, where orange and black were still gathered like a tide of fire. Lando was being hauled in a bear hug by one of the engineers. Oscar was still helmeted, leaning back against the barrier and grinning in that quiet way he always did when something mattered to him.

Then she turned back to the camera, deadpan:

"Yes," she said. "But I plan to beat it."

The interviewer laughed. "Love it. Thank you, Amelia. Congratulations again. And give our best to Oscar and Lando."

She cracked a tiny smile, adjusted her headset, and turned back toward the garage, already thinking about what she'd tweak for Quatar.

—

They were supposed to be taking a break from apartment hunting.

It was a quiet, post-race Monday. The heat was clinging to the Côte d'Azur like a second skin.

And sure, their little two-bedroom near the Port had started to feel a touch claustrophobic. Not because it wasn't nice — it was. It had been their first proper home. But between Lando's racing gear, Amelia's engineering schematics, and the six different pairs of shoes he was tripping over daily, the place was bursting at the seams.

Still, they weren't in a rush.

Until Lando had said, offhandedly over breakfast, "Should we just go see that listing from yesterday? The one with the big balcony and the weird layout?"

She had blinked, then nodded. "I did like that one."

"And?"

"Okay. Sure. Let's go."

So they did.

They ended up viewing three places that day. One was too sterile, the kind of cold marble and glass aesthetic that made Amelia feel like she'd been dropped inside a very expensive hospital. Another had a stunning view, but a persistent echo in the living room that made her skin crawl. It was the kind of sound most people didn't even notice. Lando did — but only because he noticed her the second she tensed up.

Then came the last one.

The agent had apologised in advance. "It's a bit... odd," he'd warned, as they stepped into the building.

Amelia, eyes scanning the corridor, shrugged. "So are we."

Lando grinned.

The apartment was on the top floor — a penthouse. A strange little split-level with slanted ceilings and sun that pooled in lazy patches across the wood floors. Amelia felt it first — not a lightning bolt, but a quiet hum under her ribs. She wandered through the kitchen, into the living room, and paused.

There was a swing.

A proper sensory swing — heavy canvas, anchored securely into a ceiling beam. It was suspended just off the floor in the corner of what looked like a reading nook, draped in soft light from a low window.

Lando stopped just behind her.

"Oh," he said, voice going quiet.

Amelia didn't speak. She walked straight to it, ran her fingers along the reinforced ropes, then sat down slowly. She shifted, testing the weight, and the swing gently curved to cradle her. The instant pressure across her hips and lower back was like flipping a switch in her chest — her breathing slowed, the tension in her shoulders eased.

It felt like being held.

Lando crouched in front of her, hands braced on his knees. "You like it?"

She nodded once. "It's perfect."

He didn't need to ask why. He already knew.

Amelia rarely explained her sensory profile to anyone. But Lando had learned it like a second language — not because she asked him to, but because he wanted to. He knew the way certain fabrics made her retreat, how sharp noises cut through her thoughts like glass. He knew the difference between her shutting down and zoning out. And more than anything, he knew what it meant when she found something that made her feel safe.

He tapped the side of the swing gently. "We could put a second one on the balcony. So you can stargaze."

She blinked. "You sound like you've already decided that we're moving in?"

"You decided," he said, standing up and offering her his hand. "You just didn't say it yet."

She took his hand. He pulled her up slowly, kissed her temple, and added with a smile, "You did say you liked this one."

—

They got home late. Amelia lay on the sofa, bare feet tucked under a throw blanket, Lando stretched out with his head in her lap. Her iPad was open beside her, a checklist of questions about the new apartment left half-ticked. But neither of them were talking.

They didn't need to.

Amelia was stimming softly, tapping the curve of Lando's shoulder in a light rhythmic pattern. He hummed when she changed tempo, like he could feel her thoughts moving.

"It felt right," she said, finally.

"I know."

"I don't mean just the swing. The light. The acoustics. Even the flooring. It was all right."

"I noticed," he murmured. "Your hands didn't twitch once while we were there."

She was quiet for a moment. Then she said, "It felt like it was built for me. Which is statistically improbable. But still."

"Maybe it was waiting."

She looked down at him. "Places don't wait, Lando. They're inanimate structures."

"But what if this one did?" He said, eyes half-lidded. "What if someone built it weird on purpose so that one day a very particular girl with a very particular brain would walk in and go oh, this feels like home?"

Amelia blinked. Her mouth twitched. "That's not how architecture works."

"It's how love works, though."

She blinked again, slower this time. Then leaned down and kissed the side of his head.

When she pulled back, she whispered, "Let's make it ours."

NEXT CHAPTER

[uramakimochi]

Hello! I checked around if you were taking request, if you’re not please ignore. But I loved your ‘my baby’ work. 😭😭 if you could maybe consider something where they transform? But like a baby werewolf? Protective Moony of course. Thank you 💅💅🫶🫶🫶

WHAT EVERYONE'S BEEN ASKING FOR IS HERE!

JUST WANT TO LET Y'ALL KNOW THAT I SPENT DAYS ON THIS STORY SO I JUST HOPE YOU LIKE IT😭🤍

MAMA MOONY AND HIS BABY

Wolfstar x daughter!reader

Marauders uncles + Regulus x Reader (platonic)

DIVIDERS CREDITS TO hyuneskkami AND strangergraphics-archive

IF YOU'RE NEW HERE I SUGGEST YOU READ THIS PART FIRST, JUST TO HAVE A LITTLE CONTEXT ON HOW R GETS BITTEN, BUT THIS FIC CAN BE READ AS A SINGLE STORY TOO^^

SUMMARY: After being bitten by Greyback you go through your first full moon and meet Moony for the first time.

WARNINGS: just fluff, extreme hurt/comfort, FEM!R but no use of Y/N, petnames, crying, maybe inaccurate description of a werewolf transformation but i don't care. There's no Barty but PETER IS HERE because i felt bad excluding him okay but he's kinda sweet in this so don't worry.

English is not my first language so feel free to correct me.

After that fateful night when Fenrir Greyback attacked and bit you, turning you into a werewolf, your life changed. And it had become hard at home, not just for you. But for your parents too.

First came the nightmares.

For days you couldn't go back to sleep alone in your room, because of the constant fear of opening your eyes and seeing two gray irises and yellowish canines staring at you in the dark, ready to attack you again and this time kill you.

Initially Remus or Sirius would stay in the bedroom with you until you fell asleep, but alas, that didn't happen for half an hour at least. It was so hard to comfort you and convince you not to be afraid. But neither of your parents would have blamed you: you were just a child who was facing far too much for her age. And you were their daughter, so they would never leave you alone, no matter what.

It was late at night when Remus felt his arm shake and he barely opened his eyes, letting out a yawn. The sound of someone sobbing next to him made him turn to turn on the light and as soon as the bedroom lit up his eyes met yours, red and full of tears that had already been streaming down your face for a few minutes.

"D-Dad..." you whimpered, clutching the stuffed animal that Regulus had given you when you were younger.

Remus looked at you with pity, cooing.

"Oh honey..."

He slowly sat up, rubbing a hand over his eyes to take away the tiredness, while Sirius, who was lying next to him on his stomach, with an arm stretched across his abdomen, squinted with an annoyed grimace. You raised your arms to your father, who bent down to lift you into his, holding you to his chest as you sat in his lap.

"Did you have another nightmare?" Remus asked softly, stroking your back with his fingertips and you nodded.

"I saw him again and h-he wanted to... He w-wanted to hurt me, but i-i..." you sobbed, rubbing your wet cheek against his shirt. "But i couldn't escape. I was a-alone"

You closed your eyes, tears coming out at the memory of that horrible nightmare. But the person you had dreamed was real and he was still wandering out there, just waiting for you to come out.

Remus' heart broke as he felt you tremble like a leaf against his body and he tried to comfort you in every way he could.

"Oh sweetheart, i'm sorry" he murmured, covering your head with kisses and continuing to caress you. "It's okay now, Dad is here. Just breathe, it's okay"

In the meantime Sirius, still lying on his stomach, finally opened his eyes and seeing the scene, which was no longer a novelty in the Lupin-Black household, he stretched out an arm towards your leg, running his thumb over your knee, still too tired to say anything but offering his support nonetheless.

A few minutes of silence passed, in which your parents managed to calm you down, but only a little. In fact, when Remus was about to stand up to take you back to your room, you wrapped your arms around his neck, shaking your head frantically.

"No no!" you whined, making him stop in his tracks, raising your head to look at him with eyes still full of tears ready to be shed again. "Please Dad, c-can i sleep with you? P-Please?"

Remus exchanged a glance with Sirius, who propped himself up on one elbow on the mattress, and then looked back at you.

"Darling..." he began, but you interrupted him. "Just for tonight, please. I-I promise i'll sleep in my room tomorrow. I'm too scared to be alone right now, i can't do it. Please Dad"

Remus let out a breath through his nose, but then nodded because who was he to deny your request when you needed him the most? And without wasting any more time Sirius patted the covers with one hand and an inviting smile on his face.

"C'mere babydoll" he said. "You can sleep with us tonight"

You sniffed one last time and finally gave a small, relieved smile of your own, sliding out of Remus' arms to crawl towards Sirius'. You went to press yourself against his chest, seeking that comforting warmth that only he and Remus could give you and he tightened his arms around your body, pulling you even closer and nuzzling your head.

Remus slowly crawled back under the covers with a yawn before turning off the light and turning to you, placing his arm over both your body and Sirius'.

"I solemnly promise you that you will never be alone, my darling girl" Sirius whispered, rubbing the ends of your hair between his fingers. "No matter what happens, Dad and i will always be here to protect you. Okay?"

You closed your eyes, glad not to see the eyes of the monster that terrified you glow in the dark. "Okay," you sighed, clutching the stuffie to your chest.

The last thing you felt was Remus' lips landing on the back of your head, whispering a soft "We love you" before you finally returned to dreamland, where you could roam without any fear.

Then came the mood swings, the ones during the day before the full moon.

Now, both Remus and Sirius always kept an eye on the calendar that told them when the full moon was each month, so they could prepare everything they needed and so they also knew when your first full moon would be. But it still felt weird to see their daughter acting in a way that... That wasn't like her.

Sirius had grown accustomed from school to the fact that Remus tended to become a little... Possessive towards him as the full moon approached. But seeing that effect on his daughter? Oh, that was another story entirely.

Your parents watched you walk into the kitchen with a prominent pout on your face, as if you had had a hellish night.

"Um..." Sirius began, giving you an uncertain smile as he sat at the table. "Good morning baby- Oh!"

Before he could even finish his sentence, you were flinging yourself against his body, wrapping your arms tightly around his torso and burying your face in his clothes. The two of them exchanged a look and Sirius smirked, placing a hand on your head to caress you tenderly.

"Are we being affectionate today?" he asked and then chuckled slightly when he saw you simply nod without saying anything.

Remus moved away from the stove to bring breakfast to the table, placing a hand on your shoulder to make you sit at the table. "Honey, have breakfast first-"

"No!"

Your parents' eyes widened when you interrupted him with that word. Remus blinked a few times. Maybe he had misheard...

"Did you say-"

"No!" you exclaimed again, lifting your head to frown at him. "'M not hungry. Just want Daddy"

Sirius glanced at Remus, biting his lower lip to keep from laughing, and Remus crossed his arms.

"This is no time to hug Daddy" he said calmly, even though he was starting to get nervous on the inside too (stupid full moon). "You have to eat your breakfast"

But you shook your head stubbornly, wrapping your arms around Sirius' waist even tighter if possible and sticking close to him. "I said no! I don't want breakfast! And i don't want you stealing Daddy from me!"

Remus looked at you in shock. You had never expressed your opinion on the subject, and surely the old you (before you became a Werewolf, that is) would never have done it in such a... Grumpy way.

"I do NOT steal Daddy from you, young lady" he replied.

"Yes you DO!" you retorted, tightening your grip possessively around Sirius' body. "You always cuddle with Daddy! Every day and every night and i never do! It's not fair!"

"It's not true that you never cuddle with him, don't be so dramatic now. And still, Daddy happens to be MY husband"

"But he's MY Daddy too!"

Sirius looked back and forth between you and Remus, unsure whether to butt in or enjoy the show.

It was unusual for both him and Remus to see you so fond of him: everyone knew you had a soft spot for Remus, as Sirius tended to be more of the kind of father who embarrassed you in front of the others and when he did something stupid you would run to seek your other father's affections. But having two werewolves fighting over him was even more fun. But maybe it was best to calm things down between the two of you before things got too bad.

"Okay, enough bickering you jealous creatures" Sirius said loudly, getting your attention.

He bent down to lift you into his arms and sat you on his lap, turning you towards the table.

"You can sit with me, darling" he said with a smile, placing a hand on your head.

You immediately turned to look at Remus with a tongue sticking out and he opened his eyes and mouth wide in insult and shock.

"But!" Sirius continued making you look at him again. "I want you to eat breakfast. Tomorrow is going to be a long day for you, you need to be strong. Okay baby?"

"M'kay..." you muttered with a sigh, turning and starting to eat.

"And you" Sirius added, pointing a finger at his husband. "Be less harsh on her, it's her first full moon. Now sit down and eat something too"

Remus rolled his eyes and obeyed without saying anything, sitting at the table opposite him and looking at you with a jealous pout, while you ate your breakfast with a satisfied smile.

And then came the night of the full moon. While Lily and Harry had stayed at their house, James, Regulus and Peter (another uncle, a friend of your parents who you had the pleasure of meeting years ago), had wanted to come and keep you company and Remus couldn't have been more grateful for their presence. Knowing that at least there was someone else there for you besides your parents would have helped make your first experience (and the others to come) less scary. When he was little, there were his parents yes, but then when the Marauders came into his life, it had changed for the better for him. It wasn't pleasant to be alone. Not at all.

"Aren't you coming with us, Uncle Reggie?" you asked nervously, looking up at your uncle and squeezing his hand.

He gave you a saddened look, knowing he couldn't be there to comfort you and he bent down on his knees to get to your height. "I wish i could but i can't amour. I'm not an animagus, i'd just risk getting hurt. When you and the others come back i'll be here waiting for you"

"Okay..."

He gave you a small smile of encouragement and then hugged you, leaving a loving kiss on your head.

"Everything is going to be fine" he whispered near your ear, running his hand over your back. "We're all here with you okay?"

You nodded slowly and then reluctantly walked away from him and followed Sirius, who took your hand and led you to the front door, where Remus, James and Peter were already waiting for you.

Regulus watched you walk out the door and into the woods behind your house, where your parents usually went during Remus' full moon, but this time you would be there with them.

The woods weren't scary. Even though it was dark the moonlight, which was still partly covered by clouds, filtered through the branches of the trees and the stars you loved to admire from your window were shining in the sky like fireflies. The only sounds you could hear were those of your footsteps, with your feet occasionally stepping on a twig or leaf, accompanied by the distant hooting of some owl that resounded among the trees or of other small animals that hid in the bushes.

You looked around nervously, not because you were afraid of the woods, but because you were afraid of seeing Greyback's figure suddenly appear and attack you and your family. What that man, no, that monster had done to you would've traumatized you for life.

Sirius, who was still holding your hand and walking with you to prevent you from stumbling somewhere, noticed your fearful look and squeezed your hand.

"It's just us here, darling" he murmured with a small smile, as you raised your head to look at him. "I promise, no one will bother us here"

"A-Are you sure?"

He nodded and then James joined the conversation from behind you.

"If anyone comes in besides us, leave it to good old Prongs" he said puffing out his chest, then reaching out to your head and ruffling your hair. "No one will bother you as long as i'm here"

And you smiled slightly. "Thanks uncle James"

More minutes passed in silence during which the two of you walked deeper and deeper into the woods, until at a certain point you all stopped in your tracks. The men raised their heads to look up at the moon that was visible between the treetops, still covered by clouds, but not for long.

Remus let out a small sigh and then crouched down on the ground in front of you, taking your small hands in his and looking up at you with teary eyes. Sirius remained standing behind you, his hands on your shoulders and his thumbs rubbing on you gently.

"Remember what we told you" the former said softly, smiling at you. "It will hurt a little at first, but you don't have to be afraid. It won't hurt all the time. When you're a wolf, you won't feel any pain anymore. And Padfoot, Prongs, and Wormtail will be with you"

You tightened your grip on his fingers. "B-But... Why don't you stay here?" you asked fearfully, knowing that both of your parents wouldn't be here during the transformation and that terrified you. You needed them. Both of them.

"We don't know how the wolves will react when they meet" he explained calmly. "It's best that we stay apart at least during the first transformation. And if everything goes well then you and i can stay together, mh?"

You looked at him with tears in your eyes, still not convinced by his words.

"I don't want this to hurt" you whimpered.

Remus looked at you with regret, his heart broken. Neither he nor Sirius liked seeing you so scared. You were still a child, their child. You didn't deserve any of this.

"Oh i know baby, i know. Come here"

He reached out to wrap his arms around you, pulling you against his chest and you immediately wrapped yours around his neck, burying your face in his shoulder. Remus rubbed your back and exchanged a regretful look with Sirius.

"As i told you, it will hurt at first, yes, but then you won't feel anything anymore, i promise" he turned his face to give you a little kiss on your hair and you tightened your grip around his neck, not wanting to let go of him. "Don't be afraid. Whatever happens, Daddy, your uncles and i are with you. I would never let you suffer alone, you know that right? Dad will always be with you my love"

You nodded without saying anything and remained hugged to him for a couple of minutes that seemed endless. Then James' voice, after glancing at the moon above him, resounded through the trees.

"Moons, i don't think there's more time" he murmured, almost regretfully, not wanting to be the cause of an interruption between the two of you.

Remus looked at him, nodding, and pulled away from you, holding you at arm's length and bringing a hand to your face to wipe away the few tears that had escaped your eyes.

"I'll see you soon, okay, sweetheart?" he asked, giving you a smile and you slowly nodded.

"Okay..."

"I love you so much"

"Me too Dad"

Remus leaned over to kiss your forehead and then stood up, while you looked up at him. He exchanged glances with your other father and his best friends, before turning and walking away from you, disappearing into the darkness of the night.

You watched him walk away, then turned to Sirius, while James and Peter transformed.

"Daddy?"

He lowered his head to you. "Hm?"

"What if..." you played nervously with your fingers. "What if Moony doesn't like me?"

After finding out that your father was a werewolf and after you were bitten, your parents and uncles had told you how it worked in broad terms, as far as your child's mind could comprehend everything. You had known the names of their alter-egos, if we want to call them that, of those who became once transformed into animagi.

But the main difference was one: Padfoot, Prongs and Wormtail were always Sirius, James and Peter. But Moony and Remus? No, it wasn't the same thing. The wolf inside Remus was not Remus. He didn't recognize his friends, his family. Moony only recognized his pack. And your wolf had never been part of his pack. Moony didn't know he was going to be dealing with his own daughter.

Sirius knelt down to your height like Remus had done earlier and gave a small, comforting smile, his sharp eyes looking at you solemnly.

"Moony's not bad, darling, you know that" he began and you nodded slowly. "So i'm pretty sure we won't have any problems. He might be a little nervous at first, but that's because he doesn't know you. But he'll get used to you, like he did with me and the others"

"Are you sure?" you asked for the umpteenth time.

Sirius nodded without hesitation, for your sake. Truth be told, a small part of him wasn't really sure how the meeting between your wolf and Moony would end, but he hoped with all his heart that it would go well. Theoretically, given your age, your wolf should still be a pup, right? And Moony wouldn't hurt a pup... Would he?

Oh God, if something happened to you because of them, neither he nor Remus would have ever forgiven themselves.

"I mean, Moony has accepted troublemakers like me, Uncle James and Peter into his pack" your father continued, gesturing with one hand to himself and the two animals behind him, who nodded in agreement with his words, wagging their tails. "So i'm sure he'll have no problem welcoming a cute little puppy like you into our group. Who wouldn't want you??"

He gently squeezed your cheek between his fingers playfully and you giggled, while Sirius felt his heart lighten at the sound of your laughter. He was happy to see you happy even if just for a bit, despite the bad situation you were going through. It was the calm before the storm.

"But if Moony gets a little um, touchy, then i'll take care of him and you'll stay with Prongs and Wormtail. They'll take care of you, okay babydoll? We won't let you get hurt, i promise"

You nodded again and Sirius released your cheek from his fingers, but only so he could take your hand and bring it to his lips, kissing the soft palm.

Suddenly the light from above that illuminated the forest became brighter and when you all raised your heads you saw that the clouds had moved, revealing the full round moon, shining in all its beauty.

Sirius quickly turned to look at you. The first thing he noticed was your pupils were larger than normal, while inside you felt your heart start to race. Your legs shook and your forehead began to sweat. And before you could stop it, the pain slowly took over your body.

First it started from your head, which began to throb as if someone was hammering it. You put your hands on your temples, pressing as hard as you could, but to no avail, and you shot a frightened look at your father.

"D-Daddy..."

Sirius tried to reach out to you, wanting only to wrap you in his arms and make the pain go away. But you all knew that wasn't possible.

"It's okay" he murmured, trying to hold back the panic, for you. "It's okay baby, i'm here"

You gritted your teeth, squeezing your eyes. Your heartbeat was pounding in your ears and your knees were shaking with anxiety. The pain was only increasing. But not just in your head.

Suddenly, something inside you started to move. Literally move. You couldn't help but cry out as a powerful wave of pain shot through your back. Your legs gave way to your weight and fatigue and you fell to the ground, curling up in a futile attempt to save yourself from the torture. Tears came out of your eyes and slid down your face, your chest rose and fell in heavy gasps and sobs mixed with moans of pain echoed in the forest. Your clothes tore over your body that was changing without your control.

Sirius ignored the tears that he was also shedding and approached your body, holding your hand and trying to comfort you, but his sweet words of comfort were practically inaudible, drowned out by your screams and cries.

Peter, sitting on Prongs' head, turned away so as not to look, covering his face with his little paws. Just hearing you was enough to make him understand how much you were suffering.

James instead lowered his head slightly in a sorry way but unlike him, he couldn't look away. He could see your face distorting, the bones moving inside your body with cracking sounds that made his blood run cold. It seemed impossible to him that he was witnessing something like this, but not because the transformation had traumatized him, no.

After all the years spent with Remus he already knew how it worked. But seeing his best friends' daughter like that? He didn't think he would get over it so easily.

James prayed with all his heart that wherever Remus was he couldn't hear your screams of pain.

But finally, after what seemed like endless minutes, the pain slowly disappeared, even if you didn't notice. Your hand slipped from Sirius' palm and your fingers shortened, while your nails grew disproportionately long. Your body filled with hair and your agonized moans changed into high-pitched yelps.

Sirius remained kneeling, staring at you with wide eyes. And he would have continued to do so if it hadn't been for James, who approached him from behind and pushed him with his antlers, telling him to transform, and he did.

And so the stag, the rat and the black dog saw curled up on the ground, among your clothes, a small wolf cub who was looking at them from below with large, shiny eyes that shone in the moonlight.

Prongs' ears twitched with joy and if he were human, nothing would have stopped him from shouting "She's so cuteeee!". Wormtail let out a small sigh that made his whiskers twitch, relieved that at least now you weren't suffering anymore.

Padfoot stared into your eyes, admiring you in amazement: he would have recognized that sweet little face, those bright little eyes, that fur color that matched your hair, anywhere. It was you, there was no doubt about it. Oh, if only he had a camera handy he would have filled the fridge with photos of how cute you were in wolf form.

He took a small step towards you with the intention of giving a small innocent sniff to let you know that he and the others were not a threat, but before his nose could touch you, you turned to scamper away at full speed, seeking refuge in the shadows of the trees.

Padfoot didn't hold back from letting out a bark of call that was obviously ignored by you and after turning to take a look at Prongs and Wormtail he also started running in the direction you had run away. The three of them realized that maybe chasing you wasn't the best thing to do, but they couldn't leave you wandering alone in the middle of the forest. Especially knowing that Moony was there too.

It didn't take them long to find you, since you were a puppy and with your short legs you couldn't go very far and Padfoot barked again when he saw you running a few meters away from him. But before he could reach you, you suddenly tripped over a root you hadn't seen and rolled to the ground with a small yelp, soiling your soft fur. Sirius slowed down and James and Peter stopped just behind him, while you slowly stood up and adorably shook your body to get rid of the dirt. When your gaze met your father's again (even though you were unable to recognize him) you froze in fear, looking at him with fearful eyes and he lowered his ears sadly.

Then a low growl echoed through the trees. And out of the shadows came the figure of Moony, panting, approaching with small, slow steps, as if searching for who was bothering him in that paceful night. Padfoot and Prongs became alert, while Wormtail watched the scene with a pounding heart. It wasn't that the three were afraid of Moony: they were afraid of what he would do to you.

You too noticed his presence and when you turned around you saw the bright eyes of the great wolf who had now averted his gaze from his companions and was looking down at you. Your little paws began to tremble with anxiety and you slowly bent your head down, shutting your eyes and whimpering, hoping he wouldn't hurt you.

Sirius took a step forward, careful not to make any sudden movements that might scare you or bother Moony, but both he and James were ready to intervene if the situation degenerated.

Those few seconds of icy silence that seemed to last forever were finally broken when the wolf bent his muzzle towards your little body. And when everyone (reluctantly) expected to see him suddenly open his jaws and take the cub in one bite, Moony let out a heavy breath from his nose that ruffled your fur. And before you knew it, you felt his warm breath envelop you like a blanket, followed by a damp sensation on your head. You found the courage to open one eye again and saw that the wolf was no longer looking at you as if you were his midnight snack. His eyes had softened and he almost seemed to smile at you as if... As if he already knew you. In another reality.

With great relief the three Marauders watched the tender scene of Moony rubbing his head along your little body, occasionally daring to give you a few affectionate licks along your fur, and you let yourself go, basking in his maternal cuddles and wagging your tail happily in search of attention.

As he admired you, Sirius thought that if he had been in human form at that moment he would have cried. And surely Remus would have too. You were so happy and carefree, it seemed like you had always been part of the pack. You were the little family that had always been there. You and Moony seemed destined to be together.

Then the wolf raised his head high and let out a loud howl that echoed through the trees, so much so that some crows took flight, disturbed by the sound. You wagged your tail excitedly and did the same thing, trying to copy him as best as you could but the howl that came out of your mouth sounded higher and absolutely non-threatening compared to your father's. Moony looked at you proudly and you went to rub your body against his paw, proud of the fact that he was proud of you, while the other Marauders if they had been human would have looked at you letting out a chorused  "Awww!".

Padfoot let out a contented bark and pawed forward innocently, wanting to join the game. But he had to stop in his tracks when Moony himself suddenly raised his head towards him and growled again, this time louder than before and took a heavy step forward, towering over your body with his and staring straight into his eyes with a menacing look.

Wormtail squeaked in fear and Prongs also approached the dog, worried about him. You remained still, hidden behind Moony's leg and watching the scene with still slightly fearful eyes. Padfoot on the other hand couldn't help but let out a small whine and his ears drooped sadly as they looked at his husband, in wolf form, with shiny eyes. It wasn't Remus' fault of course, he didn't realize that. Moony was just acting like a protective pack leader. But he still didn't like being seen as a threat to his own daughter.

And while Sirius and James were thinking of a way to reason with their friend, no one else noticed how Peter had slunk down the stag's body, and slowly approached you. Only when he was a few inches away did you notice his presence.

Moony bent his muzzle towards the rat and snarled once more, showing his teeth, but did nothing else, he only limited himself to threatening him. Wormtail squeaked again, while a shiver passed along his body to the tip of his tail which was shaking like a leaf. You placed your eyes on the small creature and tilted your head, staring at him curiously.

The tension grew, but Peter was brave enough to come closer until he was practically in front of you. Moony looked down at him with a watchful gaze, because even though he knew that the other three were (the only) members of his pack and that he could trust, something inside him moved him to behave like a mother protecting her cub.

Until...

The rat slowly raised a paw towards you. Moony growled softly but both you and he continued to keep your gaze fixed on him. Then his little paw touched your nose, resting his whole palm gently on it. You made a confused noise, but Wormtail seemed to smile, while he continued to stroke your small and wet nose.

Then you suddenly sneezed loudly, so loud that Wormtail rolled backwards for a few inches while you shook away with your head the tickle that his hand had caused you. Above you, Moony huffed in what sounded like an amused scoff and Padfoot also barked, while Prongs made a happy noise, closing his eyes and flicking his ears.

Padfoot took the opportunity to approach again and this time Moony let him. First the dog playfully snuggled against his side and the wolf closed his eyes, relaxing and enjoying the familiar contact, while you, still hidden under the latter's belly, looked up at them with amazed eyes. Then, after a few seconds of cuddling, Padfoot moved back to bend down on his front legs and come to your eye level, and swayed his bottom left and right, wagging his tail. He barked a couple of times and the sound echoed throughout the forest, while he panted with his mouth wide open and his tongue hanging out, inviting you to play with him.

Something inside you told you to accept because you could trust him, but you were still slightly intimidated to leave the safety of the wolf's body that had done nothing but take care of you and keep you safe. But as if he had read your mind, Moony himself bent his muzzle towards you again and nudged it against your body, pushing you to take a couple of steps towards Padfoot. You turned to look at him and he seemed to smile with his eyes, as if to say "Go. You can trust him", and he gave you a couple more light pushes, urging you to play with him. And so you did.

Usually when Moony was with his pack mates they didn't spend the night playing together as if they were puppies and in fact that night was no exception: he simply sat there watching while you and Padfoot rolled around together on the ground, barking joyfully and not caring if your furs got dirty. And unfortunately he didn't know it, but it was just like when you were humans, when Remus would get lost in admiring you and Sirius playing together in the garden.

And so the night passed pleasantly.

When Padfoot chased you through the trees, if you didn't seek refuge behind Moony's body, you would hide between Prongs' legs and every now and then the latter would let you play with his antlers and you would even nibble them or push against them in a playful test of strength, like two stags fighting.

And if Wormtail thought there was nothing to fear in playing with a small puppy like you, he had to think again after risking a couple of heart attacks in the course of a few hours, after you had almost crushed him under your paws in your euphoria of playing, not realizing your superior physical strength compared to his.

But everything else went well and Sirius and the others could not be more grateful (and they knew that Remus would be too).

Peter was the first to notice that the sky was slowly starting to lighten and the first stars were disappearing from above your heads. He hastily touched Padfoot's paw with his and the latter raised his head to look up and when he realized that his friend was right he lowered his ears, both because the time to play with you was over but above all because it meant that the full moon was also ending.

In fact, after casting a sad glance at Moony, who in turn looked at him in a solemn but still confused way, not understanding his sudden change in behavior, before either of them could act you began to howl in pain, collapsing to the ground with your body shaking.

Moony was the first to jump up when he heard your heart-wrenching whines, but he didn't even manage to take a step towards you that a jolt of pain pervaded his body, forcing him to bend down to the ground too.

Prongs and Wormtail went to him, while Padfoot quickly scampered towards you, looking at you with shining eyes and letting out a pained sound, as if he too felt what you and Remus were going through. But all he could do was nuzzle your body, trying to comfort you and enduring the heartbreaking howls made by father and daughter that echoed through the forest.

Your bodies reshaped, the fur covering you shortened until it disappeared and the animal whimpers slowly turned into human sobs. Until after endless minutes of agony, instead of the adorable wolf cub, your naked little body curled up on the ground returned.

You sniffled, slowly opening your eyes and meeting Padfoot's worried gaze above you. "D-Daddy..."

Sirius quickly transformed back and bent over your body, wrapping his arms around you and bringing you to his chest.

"I'm here baby shh" he murmured, giving you a few kisses on the top of your head. "Daddy's here, it's okay. You did a great job babydoll, it's all over now"

But you were tired as hell, all you wanted to do was close your eyes and sleep, lulled by your father's caresses and his loving words that would never fail to make you feel safe.

"Daddy?" you asked him weakly and he lowered his gaze, looking at you worriedly. "Can i... Can i sleep just a little bit? I'm tired..."

Sirius gave a small pained smile but nodded, holding you closer. "Go to sleep, my love" he whispered in that typical voice he used to make you fall sleep when he was telling you a story or humming a lullaby. "I'll take care of you, don't worry. Just sleep"

It didn't take you a minute to close your eyes and enter the world of dreams, free from fear and pain and thankfully (for the moment) without the scars that would mark your body forever as reminders of that night and all the others to come. And Sirius hoped that would never be the case.

And as your father watched you sleep with a smile, his thumb gently stroking your forehead, Peter suddenly appeared standing in front of him, forcing him to look away. His friend handed him a blanket (the Marauders always brought some with them into the forest for the end of the full moon) and Sirius took it, wrapping your body in it.

"Thanks Pete" he said with a grateful smile and the other returned it.

Then another voice rang out, Remus'.

"W-Where is she?? Is she okay?? Did i-"

"Hey hey calm down Moons" James interrupted next to him, placing a strong hand on his shoulder to calm him. "It's alright, trust me. Don't push yourself"

Remus sat up quickly and when he saw Sirius he kneeled his way towards him but he didn't get very far, still overcome by the fatigue and pain of the transformation. Then his eyes landed on you in his arms and he began to feel panic rising inside him, fearing the worst.

"D-Did i hurt her?? Please Sirius, tell me i didn't hurt her, please"

But Sirius shook his head, giving him a comforting smile and sliding along the ground towards him, careful not to wake you. "She's fine Rem, i promise. You didn't hurt her, she's fine. She's just resting, look"

As James placed the other blanket they had brought over his shoulders, Remus craned his neck forward and felt his heart lighten as he saw you sleeping soundly in his husband's arms. You were okay.

"I'm so glad" Remus sighed heavily, letting himself go to snuggle into Sirius' side and the long haired man bent his face to press a kiss to his hair.

"Everything went well. Moony was quite fond of her, you know?"

Remus lifted his head to look at him with a small, surprised smile. "Yeah?"

"Yeah" the other nodded. "He looked like a mother with her baby. Mama Moony. Nice name, don't you think?"

And everyone chuckled, while Remus closed his eyes, wanting to just rest for a few minutes. Now that he knew you were really okay he could finally relax.

When you opened your eyes again, the sunlight coming through your bedroom window was the first thing that almost blinded you. With a loud yawn you raised your arms up to stretch your muscles, but you were forced to lower them again when you felt a slight pain in moving them, as if you had spent the whole day before doing gymnastics and now your body was sore. And before you could get out of bed or call your parents, the door to your bedroom slowly opened and Regulus' head popped out from behind it.

"Uncle Reggie" you smiled, quickly forgetting the pain.

The man smiled back and entered the bedroom, closing the door behind him and joining you, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Good morning, chérie" he leaned over to give you a hug and you hugged him back tightly, happy to see him. "Did you sleep well? How do you feel?"

"I was really tired, but i slept good. Now i feel fine, more or less... It still hurts a little everywhere"

Regulus nodded understandingly. "I guess it's normal. Do you remember anything from last night? How did it go?"

You shook your head, while unconsciously one of your hands went to play with his fingers on the blankets.

"I don't remember much. I only remember that my dads and uncles and i went to the forest and at a certain point my body felt like it was burning everywhere. It hurt a lot. But i don't remember what happened after. And when i became human again i saw Daddy and i fell asleep"

Your uncle gave you a comforting smile, his thumb moving across your fingers. "That's normal too, you can't remember what your wolf went through. Not even Remus ever remembers what he does during a full moon. But the worst is over and we're all glad you and him are okay"

At one point the sound of your stomach growling loudly resonated throughout the room and you and Regulus exchanged an amused look. "Do you feel like coming down for breakfast chérie?" he asked and you nodded frantically.

Regulus stood up and offered you a hand, helping you off your bed and leading you out of your room and downstairs. Even as you were walking down the stairs you could hear a mix of voices coming from the dining room and you couldn't wait to see your parents again and have breakfast with your whole family (as if you hadn't seen them in weeks, but for you the night before had seemed like an eternity).

As you turned the corner you saw Sirius standing there serving breakfast at the table, his hair tied back and wearing his own personal and embarrassing chef's apron that he rarely wore, since Remus was the one who mostly cooked. Remus was sitting at the table, a tired expression on his face but accompanied by a serene smile as he looked at his partner with that typical look of a lovesick teenager. James next to him was arguing with both of your parents about something, but from the way he spoke it seemed like he was completely in the wrong. And finally Peter sat across the table looking at everyone with a calm smile.

James was the first to notice you and Regulus' presence and called your name with a wide smile, happy to see you healthy. Immediately Remus and Sirius also turned to you and if the former tried to get up to meet you, but failed due to the lack of strength in his legs, the other was the first to put what he had in his hand on the table to reach you and his brother and pick you up.

"My sweet babydoll, good morning!" he exclaimed with a wide smile, and then nuzzling his nose on your cheek, making you giggle. "I thought you were going to sleep until dinner time, you know? Sleepyhead"

You hugged him around the neck, rubbing your cheek against his in turn and giving him a couple of loud kisses on the nose. "I got so hungry, Daddy"

"Yeah i bet, after the night you had" he replied jokingly, then looked at you more seriously. "By the way, are you feeling okay, my love? Does it hurt somewhere? And don't even try to lie to me"

You nodded slightly. "My body hurts a little, but not that bad. I solemnly swear~"

Sirius studied you for a few more seconds, trying to figure out if there was something you wanted to keep from him, but seeing your bright smile (despite everything that had happened) made him realize that there was nothing to worry about anymore.

"Mh okay, i trust you," he said, then smiled again, leaning forward to give you a small kiss on the forehead. "Now sit down and i'll make you the best breakfast of your life. You deserve it"

He bent to set you down, but instead of sitting at the table like he had invited you to do, without wasting time you ran towards Remus, who was still sitting in his chair waiting for you, throwing yourself against his legs.

"Dad!"

Remus smiled sweetly and picked you up in his arms, sitting you on his lap and holding you against his chest. "Oh lovely girl, hi" he murmured against your hair and then placed a series of kisses on it. "I missed you, you know? Daddy told me you were so brave last night, good job we're so proud of you"

"I missed you too" you returned, tightening your grip around his torso as his tapered fingers caressed your back. Then you leaned back slightly to look him in the eyes. "Are you okay?"

Remus felt his eyes water at those words. But it wasn't because it was the first time you had worried about him, no. You had a sensitive soul and you always worried about those around you, whether they were animals, insects, plants, your uncles, your friends. You always worried, especially about him and Sirius. No, Remus almost cried on the spot because despite the hellish night you had been through, you had the courage to ask if HE was okay. You hadn't thought of yourself first and foremost. And that was one thing he admired about you.

"Sweetheart" Remus cooed, lifting a hand to rest on your face and running his thumb over your cheek affectionately. "I'm okay. But how many times have i told you not to worry about me, hm? I'm used to it now, but you need to learn to think about yourself too. It's MY job as your dad to worry about you, not the other way around"

"I know but-"

"No buts" he interrupted you softly and you nuzzled your face into his warm palm, staring into his eyes. "Listen, i know you do this because you love me and i appreciate it, honey, so much. But being a werewolf is serious and sadly you're still too young to do this all on your own. So i want you to tell me, Daddy, or one of your uncles if something ever bothers you. Okay?"

You were silent for a couple of seconds, mulling over his words until you gave in.

"Okaaay..." you muttered, looking down.

Over your head, Remus and Sirius exchanged knowing but amused glances, already knowing that no matter how many times they told you, you'd never stop thinking about your parents before yourself.

Your father leaned over to kiss your forehead like Sirius had. "You want to have breakfast with me?"

"Of course!" you nodded frantically and he chuckled as he spun you around on his lap, facing the table, while you slapped your hands on the table in anticipation of your beloved food.

And while Regulus also sat down at the table with everyone, Sirius placed a nice steaming plate in front of you that made your mouth water, accompanied by a cup of hot tea for Remus.

"For Mama Moony and Baby Moony" he said with a smirk, while Regulus and the other two Marauders chuckled.

You didn't pay attention to his words because as soon as your breakfast appeared before your eyes you began to devour it, but behind you Remus gave him a look that was returned by a wink from the other, who then leaned over to give you a kiss on the head and one to Remus' temple before joining the table and enjoying breakfast.

And no one cared about the fear of facing the next full moons anymore. Because even though it would be difficult and painful, as long as your family stayed together you could face anything. And as long as your parents were with you you were not afraid.

[3amfanfiction]

May I politely and desperately request daddaughter Simon x reader? It doesn’t exist and I’m in despair. Not fauxcest/stepcest as that just doesn’t hit the spot

Nonnie you sent this less than a week ago and i can now present you with 2.7k of dad!simon incest. you're welcome, lovely <33 You should also check out santaprice for some more dad!simon x reader works. A lot of her works are sweet and horny.

Synopsis: dad!Simon stops you from heading to a date and has you hang out with him instead.

Cw: incest

Come Sit On My Lap

"Where do you think you're going?"

The voice rumbled out of the darkened living room causing your heart to leap into your throat. You whirled around, diverted from your trek towards the door.

"Dad! You're home," you exclaimed happily, a smile creeping across your face as you made out his shadowy form sitting in his recliner, tucked back into the far corner where he could see everything.

It's where you'd normally find him after coming home from a deployment. Still too tightly strung to find rest in a bed, the position far too vulnerable. So he'd post up in his big, comfortable chair instead. It allowed him a clear line of sight of the entryway while also letting him find some sort of rest if he could manage to doze in the plush cushioning.

"Mmm. I'm home and the first thing I see is you trying to sneak out of the house, how's that for a welcome?"

"First off, I'm an adult. I wasn't sneaking out of the house. I just didn't realize you were back," an admonishing smile peeked out as you made your way into the darkened living room, "second off, what if I was sneaking out? What're you going to do? Ground me?"

"Well, I guess that depends on why you were sneaking out. Going to meet up with a boy, were you?" he asked, giving you an obvious up-down and judging your attire. You smiled and gave a little twirl, showing off your new dress you had bought for just this occasion.

"I am, actually," you smoothed a hand down the skirt, making sure it was laying correctly, "seeing a guy, that is."

You didn't notice in the dark but your Dad's face grew stony, no emotion finding it's way from behind his eyes. It was like the whole room was holding it's breath for a split second.

"Is that so?" he took a drink of the amber liquid sitting next to him, "Why don't you come over here, let me see you better."

Not seeing any reason to argue you made your way over, coming to a stop directly in front of him. He gave a little 'spin around' motion with his finger which made you laugh before you complied, spinning on the ball of one foot to allow the skirt to flair out ever so slightly with your movement.

When you came to a stop facing him once more you smiled in delight, not noticing the predatory look in his eyes. What you did notice was him leaning forward and grasping your waist.

"Dad?"

With a sharp tug he pulled you into his lap, legs over the arm of the chair as your shoulder and side pressed into his abdomen.

"Dad! What are you—what are you doing?" you gasped in surprise, putting your hands on his shoulders to try and stabilize yourself. It had been years since you'd sat on his lap but you fit just as well now as you did back then.

One thing about your dad was he was always larger than life. This behemoth that never let anything get in his way. It had never failed to comfort you. If there was a problem you knew he could handle it, you only had to ask and it would be taken care of. It went to your head sometimes.

You tried to pull your legs down but he wrapped a large arm over your knees, placing a work-roughened palm against the outside of your thigh, holding you in place.

"Who's this boy you're going to see?" he ignored your slight squirming as he encased you in his arms, his other going behind your back to pin support you.

You settled down after a moment, accepting this would be your position for the next little bit. You relaxed into him, letting him take your weight and rested your head on his shoulder, forehead tucked into the crook of his neck as you looked down at your hands placed in your lap. You started to twiddle your fingers.

"I don't know, just someone who I've been talking to. He's been really sweet so we were going to go to a drive-in tonight to watch a movie."

He didn't say anything for a moment, just sat and held you, resting his cheek ever so slightly against the top of your head. You thought you heard him sniff your hair but that must've been a mistake.

The silence prompted you to fill it.

"He's been really nice to me, I think you'd like him," you tried, unsure of this thing that was hovering in the air but trying to inject some normalcy into the conversation. "He's been excited about seeing this movie with me all week."

"Of course he has," your dad scoffs in admonishment making your shoulders rise towards your ears for a split second before you lowered them again, "a drive-in is where you go to fuck your date."

"Dad!"

"It's the truth and if you're too naive to see it you won't be going tonight." You tried to pull away so you could sit up and look at him but he just cradled you tighter, fully tucked into his warm body.

"Well maybe I want that tonight, have you thought of that?" you sputtered your rebuttal into his chest but tried anyways. You felt your face heating talking about this with your dad but he was the one who started it.

And besides. It was true, you did want something to happen tonight. You'd been thinking about it all day and you were slick between the thighs even now. While getting ready you had touched yourself over you panties, teasing yourself with a glimpse of what was to come—working yourself up. The slick slide of your thighs reminded you of your debauchery with every move.

And now your dad was trying to cockblock you.

You pouted down towards your lap, safe in the assurance he couldn't see you.

"Pouting about how badly you want it?" You jerked in surprise, how did he always know what you were doing? "Want someone between your thighs tonight, you little whore?"

~~~

"I don't—that's so inappropriate," Simon smiled as you stuttered, clearly unsure of what was happening. He'd never acted this way before and watching you flounder had him chubbing up in his pants, blood rushing south at your sense of propriety.

He was going to enjoy pushing you tonight.

It was your own fault for coming out looking like that.

" 'S not inappropriate. It's a fathers job to take care of their kids, no matter what that looks like," his hand rubbed back and forth against the warm skin of your outer thigh. It felt silken under his fingertips. "If you need someone to deal with your whining cunt then so be it. I'll be handling it."

He felt you clench your thighs together tightly at his quiet commandment that he would be addressing your problems. He knew how it turned you on when he was competent. He'd seen you shuffle in your seat or excuse yourself to your room when he took care of things for you.

Your pussy was going to be included on that list.

His hand came around to rest at the seam halfway between your knee and hip, his wide palm covering a good portion of skin. He didn't press, just slowly stroked his thumb along the soft plushness, waiting for you to open up, to let him in.

"We shouldn't be doing this," you whispered, grasping at straws "this is wrong."

That finally got him to let you sit up. Still with one arm behind you he grasped your chin with his other, turning you to look into his eyes, unable to look away. They were inky black pools in this shadowed corner—watching everything and allowing nothing to slip past.

"There is nothing wrong with pleasure. I'm not the kind of father to sit back and watch his kid hurting." He watched as your eyes darted down to his lips before looking away. Felt the heat of your face against his fingertips. "I don't want you getting hurt by some overeager little shit rutting like a beast between your legs."

"I don't—Dad . . ."

Even now you looked to him for guidance. It went to his head how trusting you were, looking to him to help you out of this situation he was placing you in. He'd help. Make no mistake about it.

"I know, sweetheart," he cooed condescendingly as his thumb raised to trace along your lower lip, a wave of heat rushing through him when your tongue subconsciously followed the path his thumb took. When it caught up to the digit he knew he was gone. The wet give of the muscle against his skin was unlike anything he'd felt before.

You were such a fucking slag.

He held himself back from shifting his hips to rub against you through pure force of will. He wouldn't scare you off just yet, not when the reward was sitting right in front of him, waiting to be coaxed into his hand, sweet as you please.

"I thought that I raised a good girl. But you haven't been one, have you? It seems like when I'm away you turn into quite the little slut. I bet if I reached between your legs right now, played with those cute panties you have on, I'd find you dripping, wouldn't I?"

You didn't respond to that, your eyes darting away in shame as you tried to pull your chin free. Simon tightened his grip to keep you pinned facing him. He drank up your discomfort with delight. He wanted you to make that same face when you were tucked underneath him.

"No need to be shy now, after all you wouldn't have been shy once you got to the movies. Go on then, prove me wrong. Show me you're not wetter than a whore right now."

He watched tears fill your eyes as you valiantly fought not to let them spill over your lashline while you squirmed in discomfort. He was fully hard at this point and every movement you made rubbed his cock between his own leg and the fat of your ass. It took everything in him not to toss you to the floor in that moment and crawl between your legs.

He had to fight to keep his breathing steady as your legs slowly parted giving him access to the treasure housed between.

Maintaining eye contact he dropped his palm down to your knee, squeezing in a mockery of comfort before slowly trailing up the inside of your thigh. You radiated heat, soaking into his skin with every slow inch climbed. He listened to your hitched breathing with delight knowing he was the one causing such reactions.

When he reached your apex he was greeted with exactly what he'd been expecting.

"It seems I've raised a whore."

That caused the tears to finally spill as you denied it fervently. You tried to push his arm away but it was useless. He had you in the palm of his hand and he had no intention of letting go now. You closed your thighs around his hand, trying to protect your center but only pinning him firmly against you.

"I don't know why I expected anything else—everyone knows your mother was a slag so it's my own fault for thinking you'd be any different.

"Dad, please!" you cried, holding onto his forearm now that it was clear you weren't going to be able to push him away. "Please don't be mean to me."

You always were his sensitive little girl, weren't you. Couldn't stand a harsh word spoken to you without breaking down into tears. He was gratified that same reaction remained even now. He wondered how far he could push you before you would sob.

A goal for next time.

"You don't want to be called a whore? You want to be my good girl instead?" —you nodded firmly— "Then spread your legs for me, let me see this cunt that won't quit crying on my fingers."

You sniffled as you reluctantly opened your legs giving him free range. So obedient. Maybe he did raise you right.

Now with room to properly explore he dragged firm fingers up the indent of your slit, enjoying the texture of the soaked fabric against his skin. Watching you give an aborted twitch of your hips sent heat racing down his spine. He wanted you making those twitches while speared open on his cock. He wanted to feel every muscle spasm and hitched hips you'd give him. Pulling the wet fabric to the side he repeated the motion skin-on-skin.

Your whimpering moan was musical.

"You say you're not a whore but you sound like that when I get my fingers on you? Your own dad?" He scoffed deridingly, "you must think I was born yesterday."

"I'm not a whore," you insisted with a gasp, hips moving like you were unsure if you wanted to press closer or pull further away. "It's just—it feels really good," you ended on a mumble, ashamed.

"Feels good, hmm?" Simon smirked to himself, "well let's see what else feels good for this needy cunt."

Moving down he wasted no time pressing one finger in to the knuckle, entranced at the lack of resistance. Your body practically sucked it up inside it was so greedy. He watched the faces you made as he stroked at your sensitive insides, his callouses adding a delightful roughness to the sensation.

It was the work of minutes to have continuous moans falling from your mouth as you humped his hand—the wet squelch of his fingers a counter-tune. By this point your slickness was all the way to his wrist, smearing down onto his clothed thigh—staining the fabric with your essence.

He watched with avarice as you grew closer to your peak.

"I need to cum."

That was the best you could do? No, he wasn't going to let you off the hook that easily. It was clear you'd been suffering from a lack of discipline since he was gone so often. If he wanted to correct your behavior it would start here.

"That was pathetic. Try again."

"Dad," you cried, whether from your encroaching orgasm or from his harsh words who knew, "please, I need it. Please make me cum."

"Still not quite there, try again."

He watched you scramble trying to find the right words, trying to figure out what he wanted to hear in order to let you cum. He wasn't going to help you, not when those pretty, pleading eyes went straight to his cock.

"I—I'm sorry for being such a whore," you tried, mumbling it quietly under your breath.

"I couldn't hear you. Did you say you wanted me to stop?" he slowed his fingers and began to withdraw them.

"No!" you choked, clawing at his arm as if you were trying to sink your nails in and hold him in place, "I'm sorry I'm such a slut."

"—who gets wet with her daddy's fingers inside her."

"I can't—" he shifted his fingers again, "who gets wet with my daddy's fingers inside me," you finished quickly, shame coating your voice.

"There we go, that wasn't so hard now was it?"

Getting what he wanted he returned to his motions with purpose, bringing you to the edge of your orgasm within moments. With one last twist of his fingers he sent you over the edge, falling into the abyss that was him.

He watched your face as you fell, drinking in the parted lips and unseeing eyes. This was something to remember. The first time he made his baby fall apart on his fingers.

It certainly wouldn't be the last.

Easing you down gently he tucked you back into the crook of his neck as the last aftershocks raced their way through your trembling muscles.

"Look at that, seems you've missed your movie. I guess you'll have to stay home with me instead." He pressed a kiss to your forehead, "Let's head to bed. I know just the thing to tire me out so I can get some sleep."

[ashlinxsloves]

Hihi

Idk if your still doing asks. But nero x emo reader? Like not goth full 2000s emo or scene

—Everybody's Fool—

A/N: hi anon! Of course, I'm still doing asks! ☺️ and GAHHH yesss!! I'd love to write this! I've been thinking about writing Nero with an emo reader, because I, myself am one! Shsishsj (I mean I listen to emo music and know my way around the subculture!) I hope you enjoy this 😁🫶🏻 and thank you for the request! Not proofread.

Warnings: 18+, MATURE (just in case, it's not smut but better safe than sorry), swearing, mentions of smoking weed & getting high to release stress, mentions of wanting to fuck, DMC4 Nero, set in the 2000s (I apologize for the inaccuracies, I was just born at that time send help), friends to lovers, fem!reader, no y/n, making out, heavy petting, dry humping, AU where Nero grew up with a father (cough Vergil cough).

Cross-posted to AO3.

Dividers by @cafekitsune

Title from Everybody's Fool by Evanescence

"You know, you're gonna get brain damage from that, right?"

Hearing Nero's voice, you turn your head to see him with a sling over his right arm. You took in another hit of your joint, already halfway through it, and feeling the effects of the weed.

"Does it matter if I do? Life is at its best right now, Nero, let loose and get that weird stick out of your ass." You stuck your tongue out at him and grinned, making the white-haired boy roll his eyes at you.

He sat down next to you on your couch, your place not being too far from the orphanage where he volunteered. Taking advantage of the moment, you propped your legs on his lap, making him grunt, but did nothing to take them off.

You noticed the furrow of his brows, obvious that something was bothering him. "What's up, Birdbrain?"

"I told you not to call me that— and it's nothing. Just... just the usual, I guess." Nero shrugged, his fingers drawing random shapes on your thigh, a small sigh leaving his lips. "My dad's being a dick again."

An 'O' shape formed on your mouth, recalling quite well how his dad could be. They didn't have the best relationship with each other, but they were trying to make it work. Somehow.

You passed the joint over to him, a deeper frown forming on Nero's face. "Why are you handing me this?"

"To smoke. Duh," you stated bluntly, staring at him with an 'isn't it obvious' look. "Just try it. You won't get brain damage from trying it once.."

Nero's gaze bounced between you and the weed between your fingers, unsure if he should take up on your offer or not. Another sigh left his lips before throwing caution into the wind.

"Just this once," he muttered to himself, taking the half-smoked joint from you and taking a drag. Coughing and wheezing out smoke, Nero's face turned sour as you started laughing at his failed attempt.

"Stop laughing– ugh.. you didn't tell me it was this strong." He wiped his mouth, handing it back to you.

"Do you want me to shotgun you? It'll be easier since you seem to not know how to smoke," you offered with a mischievous giggle, Nero groaning with skepticism.

"Fine.. will this really help me reduce stress?"

"Yeah, duh. Why do you think I'm so chill all the time?" Moving your legs from his lap, you sat up and tugged Nero closer to you. His breath hitched before he clenched his jaw at the sudden proximity. "Relax, just inhale when I blow into your mouth, 'kay?"

You took a quick drag of the weed and tapped on his chin, signalling him to open his mouth a bit. Leaning closer, you blew the smoke into his mouth, your eyes hooded as you exhaled.

"Okay, now hold it in for a bit," you mumbled, watching him struggle to hold it in, but he managed before exhaling with a small cough. "There you go, Atta boy."

His face flushed from the nickname but didn't say shit about it, blaming the cannabis that was already in your system to call him by such a name. It worked through him slowly, but with every drag and shotgun from you, soon enough, he was feeling a lot looser.

"This position is getting uncomfortable. Come here," Nero grumbled, grabbing your arm without much notice, making you straddle his lap. His uninjured arm gently caressed your hip, fiddling with your studded belts.

If you were being honest, the position you were in earlier wasn't that uncomfortable, but you didn't call him out on it. You let him play with your belts, taking one last hit out of your smoke, Nero already tilting his head up and opening his mouth slightly, waiting for you to shotgun him.

"Don't you think you've had enough, Birdbrain?" You purred teasingly but exhaled into his mouth anyway. Lingering for a beat, Nero's eyes darted down to your lips before licking his own.

A huff left you, curious about what was going through his head. "Care to share with the class, Nero? We smoked my whole joint and you look like you're about to fly off to shitfuck nowhere—"

Nero's lips pressed against yours, cutting your sentence short and surprising you. His hand went from your sides to the back of your head, pulling you closer and tangling his fingers in your dyed hair.

"Your hair is really pretty. Did– did I ever tell you that?" He mumbled against you, tugging on your lower lip with his teeth.

You ignored his question and focused on kissing him. Throwing the joint butt on your ashtray not too far away from where the two of you were sitting, you let your hands roam freely along his shoulders and the back of his head.

Moving his hand from your hair, Nero slid his hands down from your nape back to your sides before finally settling on your hips.

He grunted as he freed his other hand from his sling, not bothering to hide his Devil Bringer arm from you. You've seen it enough times, and you didn't freak out, thinking it was cool instead.

"Fuck, you're so pretty.. can I keep kissing you?"

Pulling away, Nero pleaded while panting heavily, his eyes lidded yet focused on your expression. He really didn't want to stop kissing you, now that he's gotten a taste.

You hummed, pretending to think about it, teasing him, but both of you already knew the answer. "I don't know... can you?"

He rolled his eyes, caressing your jaw and leaning in for another kiss. Nero was eager, and you knew it, giggling softly between the kisses.

Your brain was hazy from your high, your body moving languidly against your best friend. Accidentally rolling your hips down, Nero let out a strained groan, his grip tightening around your hip and jaw as he pulled away from your lips. "Fuck– don't.. don't do that—"

"Do what? This?" You ground yourself against him again, on purpose this time, another groan leaving his lips. The grin on your face returned, realizing why he was telling you to stop.

Nero was either going to die from embarrassment or from his brain lacking oxygen due to all his blood going down to his groin. He doesn't even remember why he came to your place anymore.

All he remembers was that he was frustrated about Vergil, but all of it became a blur the moment he laid his eyes on you. Lying on your couch, lazily smoking weed in your short shorts, fishnet tights and a loose tee of band you liked. Studded belts and bead bracelets decorated your hips and arms, and your hair was styled into its usual look.

And now that he was looking properly, you had your makeup done too; eyelids pigmented with black eyeshadow, sharp eyeliner and—a now, smudged—red lip.

"You don't know how much I want to fuck you right now.." He puffed out, lips coated with spit and hair dishevelled from your hand running through them.

His hands roamed along your thighs, fingers playing with hem of your shorts and muttering something about it not being a skirt instead.

"Maybe next time," you crooned, Nero's head perking up at the promise of next time as he slid his hands under your band tee, feeling up your soft skin under the material.

"You're not messing with me, right? Because I swear, I will be pissed at you for a week if you are..." he murmured, only to settle with a moan when you pressed yourself down on his clothed dick, grinding and pressing soft kisses on his throat.

The sound that came out of his mouth sent a jolt down your spine, wanting to coax more out of him. "I'll let you fuck me next time, promise.."

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[rezitio]

"𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒" smut

billy loomis stu matcher. Prt 1

leak: after a failed escape, billy and stu hunt you down at your hiding place and punish you.

artist: billy loomis and. stu matcher [ghostface 1996]

genre: CNC/DUB-CON. phone sex?, pillow humping, gore and death (bystander), mentions of physical abuse (bruises from spanking), remote control vibrator, hide and seek, double p, SEE END FOR FULL WARNINGS

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You're nervously bouncing your feet. God you ran, you ran far.

It's been a month or two, you're not sure anymore. The days just pass on by. Billy got his revenge on Sydney. They blamed her dad who also got brutally killed by those two.

You three were the only survivors. As far as anyone knows you're just a poor soul. You, Billy and Stu.

Even if you wanted to tell anyone who would you tell? Stu has his eye on you whenever you're home so you can never tell your parents.

And Billy doesn't allow you out of the house. He doesn't even allow you to speak to anyone except him or Stu. If you do, Stu's always there to snitch.

You remember how the night started. You sat on Stu’s lap, at Billy’s house. “Come on, Billy.” Stu begs on your behalf “She's been a very good girl the past week, haven't ya’?” He bounced his leg curtly. In a way saying ‘you can speak now’

You nodded, looking at Billy with soft eyes. Pleading with the psycho to just let you get some fresh air.

Billy had a plan. He was going to take you two away from here. You were going to move states far away. Where they didn't have to be careful, they could do whatever they wanted carefree. And that scared you.

You'd be completely alone, though not far from the loneliness you're already experiencing. Nevertheless you couldn't let that happen. So you ran.

You ran far, my dear. And you made it. Well so you believe. You made it to the other Side of town ready to leave this place with no idea where you're going. But you do know no one could help you here.

“Hey-…” the voice startled you back into the present. It was the kind man Kenny, who practically forced you into his home after knocking you with his van. He said he'd call a taxi for you, the least he could do after leaving a bruise on your thigh.

Little did he know it wasn't from the car crash, but the last time you spoke to someone without permission and it extended to your butt.

“Sorry didn't mean to startle you- uhm…” He points at the handset “The taxi dispatch wants to know where you're going. I'd get another ice pack.” He hands you the phone and walks into the other room.

Last time you spoke into one of these you watched Sydney ran from a psycho killer while hiding in the closet like a coward. Life is funny right?

“Hello…” You echoed hiding a crack. There was a brief silence. You wished it stayed silent. “Hello..” The voice on the other line rang.

You stayed silent, frozen. You didn't even know how to react. In a burst of energy you rushed to hang up only for the voice to speak again. “Hang up and I'll slice your throat!” Such a vulgar threat could only steam from one person. Billy was the one on the line.

You stay frozen in your pursuit. “What do you want from me?” You cried, he could hear the despair in your voice. Wouldn't be surprised if he could see it in your Face too through whatever window he's looking through.

He chuckled into the receiver before speaking. “I want to play a game with you.” You didn't have time for his games, but you didn't have a choice. It was to face the consequences of your actions. You had to.

You also had the habit of mustering fake short-lived courage- delusions “Fine, I'll play your game.” You got up from your sorry position.

“Awh, what a good girl.” That was said by Stu no doubt, the voice sounded slightly different. And it had a subtle echo and static to it, almost like it was said from a telephone inside the house. “I knew you'd come around… It's called GUESS HOW YOU'LL BE PUNISHED.” Billy shouted.

He sounded angry. Why wouldn’t he be? But you're just as desperate to stay alive. You walked around the house twisting locks for every window and door you see. But you couldn’t help but wonder where the owner of the house was.

You came across the door to the backyard. A big glass door you could see the whole yard through. Something drew you to stare outside for a while. “Can you see me?” Billy taunted

“I am two seconds away from calling the police.” Your courage is waning.

“Theyd never make it in time” He chided. “You ran far. Were in the middle of nowhere” You were getting desperate to end all of this now.

“Looks like you didn't fucking look, I'm not The only person here.”

“What? You mean the camera boy Kenny?”

God no, you have to be kidding. “...How do you know his name?” You questioned. Brief silence now you were wishing he'd just say Something. It was so like him to use innocent people to get what he wants.

“Turn on the patio lights.” He instructed. Your hands shook. You looked around the door, when you found the switch your finger rested on it hesitated. It wouldn't move, your body won't listen almost like it was remembering how scared of them you really were.

You forced yourself to turn it on and the sight you saw reminded you why you stopped running, stop telling people. You instantly regretted everything.

Kenny was tied to a chair, no doubt already tortured. Your eyes met his, reaching for the lock to ran outside Billy’s voice rang in your head again. “I wouldn't do that if I were you.”

Salty tears streamed down your face. God you were so dumb for ever thinking you could leave. “I wanna play a game.” He insisted. You stayed silent contemplating Your life choices.

“Or he dies right now.” Billy barks. You let out a pleading ‘no’ before continuing “What kind of game.”

“Turn off the lights, you'll see what kind of game.” You did as he said, even going as far to unplug the light. You curled onto the floor, crying and holding the handset in tears.

“Go back into the other room, theres a surprise waiting for you there. Leave the door open this time so you can see patio”

“Don't do this please…” your voice was soft, but it wasn't enough to calm him down. “Come on it'll be fun” His voice also soft, insisting you play his fucked up game. “Please…” You continued to plead although you're still walking.

When you reached the same room you were supposedly safe in about ten Minutes ago, It had changed. The pillow arrangement on the couch seemed all too familiar.

“Remember when you used to grind yourself on your pillow, moaning my name? Thinking no one was watching you?” God, that was a long time ago. Even before you two dated, how the hell did he know. How long has this obsession been going on?

“Don't let me tell you what to do, [Name].” You knew what he wanted. He wanted you to reenact those days. You threaded closely. You did just like how you used to. You'd remove your shirt and bra, teasing your nipples, checking outside the window to see if anyone was watching you, but you'd never close them.

Just like then, there was no one there. But just like then he was still watching you. You slowly climbed out of all your clothes

You aligned the pillow ready to loose yourself. Only to see a new set of panties to your side. “It was Stu’s idea” He laughs over the line. “Come on… give them a try.” You could practically hear the smirk on his face

You're left stunned when you see the content inside those lacy briefs. These sick bastards. Though the dildo wasn’t as long and girth as the dick you knew well and dreaded, it had the same vein and curve as Billy’s. How do you know the curve and vein? How could you not when it pounds in you everyday countless hours at a time.

You did as expected wearing the dildo-panty. Fuck it felt like he was placing his tip inside you, like he was really here. He told you to continue your routine, first you’d play and stipulate your nipples while slowly grinding on the pillow.

You’d wait for that first shudder and your cunt to be wet enough. God did it feel just like old times. Then after the first song you’d shift your focus to the pillow, riding and grinding. You thought you were the one shaking for a minute till you realised– it wasnt just a dildo, it was a fucking vibrator.

Just as you realise the intensity shot up making you scream holding the pillow tighter. “Don’t stop, keep grinding my dick baby.. Awh thats a good girl.” His voice was shaky like yours.

The intensity went down but it was still on. Trying to get your rhythm you went slower. “Fuck faster.” Billy huffs in a breath. It vibrates faster making you ride faster. Almost like hitting a horse to prompt its speed.

The pleasure you were feeling was through the roof. Pillow humping already got you so high, now to add Billy’s dick in you and vibrator in you, your mind was overwhelmed by the pleasure and thought of incoming pleasure making your brain fog.

Now all that was needed to complete this would be “Mmmhm… touch play with your tits baby. Just like I taught you to do.” Stu commands. God now Stu’s sweet talk everything was complete.

Your fingers squeezed your breast out, massaging them. Teasing them by running digits past the soft side of your nipple. You’d finally reach for your nipples pulling them out. It wasn’t like how he did it, but it still worked just enough to get them hard and tingling.

With Billy in you, riding him and him playing with the speed, and Stu in you ear whispering dirty nothings, guiding you on how to worship your breasts. It wasn’t long before you had to come

And surprisingly they allowed you to. “Please- I’ so close…” you’d beg. Billy had gone quiet and Stu was a moaning mess in you left ear. “Trust me, we do too.”

You’d admit sometimes you’d hear Billy say ‘look at our princess, Stu” or Stu say “Oh shit, Billy”. It wasn’t very loud more like background noise the phone picked up.

A tiny part of you felt a pang of jealousy that they were somewhere in this house sucking each other and fucking without you. “Come on baby… cum for us” Billy voice spoke for the first time in a while.

The single command was enough to gush a mess out of you. You also heard a groan from Stu, and an orgasm growl. They were no doubt reliving themself to the sight of you. “Thats a good girl.” Billy praised you.

At least it was all over– you thought. Out of nowhere the patio lights turned on, your heart sank seeing Kenny on a bloody chair no doubt having heard everything. A shadowy figure, it moved like a ghost, reached out to his neck.

The knife glisten in the moonlight, so did his blood when the knife slit open his throat. “NO! NO! STOP I- I DID WHAT YOU ASKED!” YOu rush to the door but you don't open it, you dont have the guts to.

“Yes you did, and thats why your parents aren’t dead and you aren’t in a van to New Jersey Right now.” No, no, he cant do this. “But poor kenny… he has to go”

“No… fuck you.” You say through a sob, were you sobbing over his death or fear? “I wouldn’t worry about Kenny, if i were you. I’d be thinking about myself.”

Could your heart sink any further? “No- stop it! You listen, I played your games-”

“No you listen to me you fucking slut. I gave you a simple taste of freedom, I was NICE. Then whores like you who can’t appreciate what their masters do for them had to fuck it up! Poor little naive girls who disobey daddy like you, need punishment.” You slide down like and egg thrown at a windshield on the glass.

“No- I…I” You cry your breath heavy, after all this you don’t even get a break. “You know what how about we play another game” he calms down

“I-... I cant-”

“You do what I tell you or all that was for nothing. I’ll tie you up and stuff you in the back of a car for days, no food, no water till we reach the other side of the country”

That shut you up. “See you can be a good girl when you learn… now how about we play a fun game of hide and seek. Im counting…”

Your heart beats he can’t actually be serious right? “1.”

But you did everything like he said “2.”

No, no you were being selfish “3.”

You were a stupid and selfish not thinking of others “4.”

At five you dropped the phone and ran looking for somewhere to hide. You ran up the stairs even tripping on few steps, this chase felt all too familiar.

You ran up to a closet, Typical yes but you couldn't get under the bed. You played this game as a kid.

The closet is where you always hid, and the closet Is where Stu always found you.

You counted the remaining seconds yourself- if only your perception of time was still accurate. 9… 10.

You heard a thud, like a ghost coming out of his hiding place at night. Footsteps, coming up the stairs. It's getting closer and closer. Your heart beating in your ears with each step. Gasps and heaves of air with each creek of the floor board. Then silence.

Had he left? Had he given up? Oh you wished. CREEEEEEK! The door hissed. He was in the room. You could feel his presence. “Found you…” Stu’s voice cooed. You stopped breathing, he stood in front of the closet, his chest heaving out his laughter that filled the room. But your body was paralysed, still and stiff.

Your body wouldn’t move, Your eyes wouldn't shut, you couldn’t breath. “What do I have to pull you out?” He ticks “1..”

Your fingers start shaking, voice cracking tiny sounds, tiny crys. “2.. Last chance”

You accept your fate, but don't embrace it. He doesn't even say the last number, he grabs you out of the closet pinning you against it. His eminent boner presses on your ass. He reaped pleasure from you squirming in his grip– grinding his dick.

The closer and tighter he gripped, the more you’d squirm. “I trusted you… you wouldn't betray me baby…right?” You tried to climb out of the grip instead, hitting his tip repeatedly making him weak, but not weak enough to let go.

“Billy was pretty angry.” He says between moans, at this point he's getting tired of being kicked in the knee and shins but he continues. “But I told him, if we can only show you how to behave, you’d be good for him. So don’t worry… I’d teach you how to use you mouth not for talking but sucking, and legs not for walking but being rendered useless after we’ve destroyed you ability to walk.”

You know most of the time you talk about Billy. The controlling scary dom, but you know whats even scarier, an unchecked switch. God from all the true crime stories you've e watched you know how terrifying they could be.

Stu was normally not that,he was laid back even pleading for you in some cases but tonight Billy had left him unchecked, he felt betrayed and would do anything to keep you around. ‘Teach you a lesson.’ God if an unchecked switch didn’t scare you, you didn't know what did.

He pulled you to the bed pushing you abruptly face down. A creek of the door opening and you sigh in relief. You’d never thought you’d be so happy to see Billy after being so disobedient.

But when he walks in he doesn’t say a word. He strip from the mask and robe sitting quietly in a dark corner. “Fucking ravish her.” That was the final command to open the gates of hell. Like letting loose of a dog's leash and trust he did not go easy on you

What time was it? It was still dark outside… or just this room… or maybe just your eyes. Fuck your eyes hurt from all the water and sobs. Our voice is gone. Your hole was gaping at an empty space waiting to be filled to the absolute limit like it has been for the past few minutes.

Your cervix is in the same state as the berlin wall. No it doesn’t feel good. Just hurts. But you do feel pleasure from your clit. Yes long after he stopped paying with it

Cum was all around, but none yours. They made you clean up every last bit of your arousal with your tongue. Whether it's on the floor or wall, doesn’t matter. They expect a hot steamy exchange of saliva when you were done just to taste you

You now remained motionless in-between Them. Billy came back inside your cunt while Stu took a tighter approach to your asshole.

You could feel the friction in your ass and cunt, but you gained pleasure from your clit. Which was just poking out as Stu had made it.

You didn't know how long this will go, how long it had already been going or If it will ever stop. All you know is you're going to pass out.

rezitio ©. Yeah I'm sorry I took so long that one is on me, kinda rushed so mb! 😞

CNC/DUB-CON. being called good girl mltp times, phone sex?, pillow humping, moaning in ear, sweet talk, mentions of Billy and stu getting it on watching you masturbate, gore and death (bystander), mentions of physical abuse (bruises from spanking), gory threats, remote control vibrator, hide and seek, double p, passing out, switch! Stu, forced sub!r, dom!Billy, grinding stu, pinned against a closet, fear play

[kaliforniahigh]

I built a home, for you, for me - n.s.

Four times you and Noah experienced firsts with your little family. This is part of the Exhusband!Noah and Exwife!Reader universe. This one is set before their divorce!

Warnings: this is pure fluff, but poor Ezra looses a tooth.

WC: 1.9k words. (not proofread, so sorry for any mistakes!)

Exhusband!Noah and Exwife!Reader masterlist.

The first kick.

The first time it happened, it was so soft and it passed so quicly that you didn't even register that your baby had just started kicking. Your body was going through so many changes during pregnancy, that you had a hard time distinguishing one thing from the other.

You had just surpassed your 20th week of pregnancy, and soon, you and Noah would find out the gender of the baby on the next ultrasound. You were still debating whether you wanted to know right then and there, or, if you wanted a simple gender reveal later.

Regardless of that, Noah was already calling your little baby his "baby boy", and his "little guy". Sometimes, you teased him about it, telling him there was no way he could know the baby is a boy. Other times, you found his conviction so cute, that you didn't have the heart to tell him otherwise.

You knew he'd be the perfect dad whether you were having a girl, or a boy.

Right now, he was doing one of his - and your - favorite things. Talking to your belly.

This has become routine by now. First, he'd look up something to compare the baby size to. Then, he'd lay his head on your thighs, and tell the baby all about what he found and how the day has been.

"So", he starts, voice quiet and using his index finger to trace slow patterns on your growing belly. "Right now, you're about the size of a mango", he uses his other hand to show the approximate size of a mango. You laugh, because who is he showing it to?

"Your mom is so brave, because I could never imagine having something the size of a mango inside of me. And soon, you'll be the size of a pumpkin. Imagine that!", he quietly exclaims, and you divert you eyes from whatever you were watching on the television, eyes fixed on him. Your heart always grew twice it's size when you watched him like this.

He's been so caring and loving ever since you found out about the pregnancy. He was adamant in doing his research, buying books to understand the development of babies, and even making you eat things you downright found disgusting because "you needed your nutrients now more than ever".

"Soon, we'll find out if you're a boy or a girl. And even though I know you're a little boy, I guess we have to go and confirm it anyways", he stole a look at you from under his eyelashes, and you're staring at him with amusement your eyes. "I'm so excited though, because then, we'll start planning your nursery. I can't wait to look at furniture for hours until your mom decides which crib she wants to buy"

You were gonna quip back with an anwer about how it was probably gonna take weeks for Noah to decide what color he wants to paint the room, when you felt - and saw - a quick right over your belly button.

You sat up a little straighter, and Noah lifted his head from your lap, you both looking at each other with complete shock on your faces.

"Did he just....?", Noah started, and you nodded yes.

"Our baby just kicked", you confirmed.

"Here, lay down", he adjusted your pillows for you, and you laid down comfortably on the bed. "Let's stay quiet and see if he does it again".

For a couple of minutes, you both stay there, staring expectantly at you belly to see if it happens again. But, so far, you had no luck.

"Maybe they like to hear your voice?", you murmur.

And then, Noah quietly starts to whisper a melody to a song, and lo and behold, a few seconds later, you felt another kick. This time, it landed right on the right side of your belly, right where Noah was sitting beside you.

"Oh my God", he gasps in surprise, and before you can even say anything, he rests his head right on top of your belly, and you can see he has tears pooling in his eyes, emotional from the fact that your baby reacted to hearing his voice. You start to run your fingers through his hair, as you both just soak in the moment.

"I guess you'll be the one to sing them to sleep, huh?", you tease and he smiles.

"Thank you for this. Thank you for everything", he says, intertwining his hands with yours. You don't have to say anything, the weight of the moment speakig for itself.

2. The first word.

You and Noah always made sure to make bath time an enjoyable time for little Ezra. The little bathtub always displayed an array of rubber toys for him to play with. And, most often than not, when he'd get a little too excited, it ended up with both you and Noah soaked in water.

You didn't mind, though, because his little giggles while he played with the water and the toys, made every hardship disappear from your mind.

"You're a menace", you tell Noah, as he styles Ezra's hair in a little mowhak. The strands of dark hair - much like his father's - all soapy from the baby shampoo Noah was rubbing in his sensitive scalp.

"He's enjoying it. Look", Noah points at Ezra's toothless grin as he stares up at the two of you. You saw his father's eyes whenever you looked into them, and you wonder if this kid is gonna take after you in anything.

"He's clueless", you point out.

"Yeah, but he's daddy's favorite, isn't that right, little Ezra?", he says in a baby voice. "Tell mama you're daddy's favorite"

"Da!", Ezra suddenly blurts out, pointing hiss little and chubby finger at Noah, but looking and smiling at you.

Your eyes go wide in surprise and you instantly look at Noah to gauge his reaction, which is not much different from yours.

As soon as the moment comes, it passes, when Ezra starts to splash some water around, clearly already distracted with something else and none the wiser of what he just did.

"Noah, he called you dad", you walk up to him, engulfing him in a embrace, feeling emotional yourself.

"I can't believe he just called me dad", he murmurs into your shoulder. "It's like he could even understand what I said".

He's right, and you're a little in disbelief of how smart your little baby looked already.

"You've been talking to him from the moment he was in my belly. It wouldn't surprise me if he could actually understand you"

"Do you think I can get him to say it again?", he asks, hopeful, already turning back towards the bathtub and resuming his "conversation" with the baby.

3. The first steps.

By this point, you already knew that when you have a baby, milestones could happen at literally any minute, during a random day, and when you least expect it.

Ezra has been practicing standing up for a while now, and you and Noah always encouraged the little baby with toys, his bottle, or you'd just sit there on the floor, with arms wide open, trying to get him to understand the concept of hugging.

So far, you've had no success in your journey of getting to walk. You didn't worry much, though, since you knew it was gonna happen eventually. It's just that every time he stood up on his chubby little legs, both you and Noah would hold your breaths in anticipation, only for him to plop down on his bum once again.

This evening, he was playing on his little playmat set in the living room, while Noah was sitting on the couch working on some music on his computer. You took the time to gather some of the toys not being used that were sprawled all over the floor, and put them away in the storage bins you bought whe Ezra started to gather one too many toys.

You were holding the baby giraffe in your hands, and right when you about to drop it inside the bin, you heard a sound of complaint from Ezra.

You and Noah looked at him, as he stood up and pointed at you, complaining once again. It took you a while to realize that he was pointing to the toy.

Crouching down on the floor, you held the giraffe in front of you. "You want the toy?", you asked the baby, and Ezra smiled, telling you that it was exactly what he wanted.

All of a sudden, his right foot steps forward, and you start wiggling the toy with much more conviction now.

"Noah, are you seeing this?", you say, in exasperation and excitement.

"Yes, I am", he answers, throwing his computer to the side. "Go get you toy! C'mon buddy, go get it", he encourages, and then his left foot steps forward. Before Ezra can do anything else, he loses balance and falls on his bum, resuming his previous position on the floor.

Elated with happiness, you and Noah get up, as you cheer on the baby who had just taken his first couple of steps.

"You did so well, my little guy", you say, handing him the giraffe.

"I forgot to record", Noah says, a little disapponted.

"It's ok, I have a feeling that soon, we won't be able to stop him"

4. The first lost tooth.

"Mom!", Ezra yells, as he comes bounding inside the house. "Look at this!", he sets his backpack on the kitchen island, looking through it for something. Noah had been called in to pick him up earlier from school. Apparently, he had fallen and hit his head on the floor.

Noah comes in a few seconds after him, and you give him a questioning look. You were worried about your child's wellbeing, and here he was, running in the house as if nothing had happened. Noah just shakes his head with a smile.

"Just let the kid show it to you", he tells you, standing beside you, looping an arm around your waist.

Ezra pulls out a bunch of papers that formed a little ball. Your frown only deepends as he starts to pull the thing apart.

"I wrapped in a lot of paper because I was scared I'd lose it", you looked at Noah and just snorted in amusement. "Look!", he exclaims, and you have a hard time seeing what he's holding up. But when you do, you notice that it's a tooh. It's so small, it can barely fit in between his fingers.

"What?", you ask, genuine confusion laced in your voice.

Ezra grins at you and you can finally see the little gap where one of his front tooth used to be.

"He fell and hit his mouth, and one of his teeth fell off", Noah explains.

"Oh my God. Noah, he's too young to be losing teeth. He's barely five!", you exclaim, clearly concerned. "Does it hurt? Where did you hit your mouth?", you turn to Ezra as you grab his face in your hands, examining his mouth and the remaining set of teeth.

"I cried a little, but then Clarice told me I'd be getting money from the tooh fairy, and then I wasn't crying anymore", Ezra explained, and you just shook your head.

"You can put your tooth under the pillow tonight. Keep it safe, ok?", you tell him. "Now go get changed".

He wraps his tooth in the papers again, gathers his backpack and makes his way to his room.

"We're gonna have to take him to the dentist", you tell Noah, and he just nods in agreement.

"This kid in unbelivable. Stopped crying because he'd be getting money from the tooth fairy", Noah pointed out and you both laughed at the smart ass reaction from your son.

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[multi-fandom-imagine]

🏕️ camping || Bigby Wolf ||

A/n: My love for Bigby has returned, so I had to write some dad!Bigby things

Bigby didn't do camping, he spent enough of his life time in the woods so why the fuck would he do it willingly.

But then you asked which in turn got the pups excited and he couldn't say no to them which in turn lead to him driving his shitty ass truck to some shitty ass camp ground in upstate New York.

Rolling his neck, he parked the truck as he barely had a chance to tell the kids to stay safe.

"Hey! Don't go far." Bigby shouted as all seven of them rushed out of truck as then ran off to the lake to play in. Shaking his head he turned to find you sleeping. Letting his fingers caress your cheek his gaze softened. He was so lucky to have you, his best friend, the one he loved. "Red, we're here."

Blinking sleep from your eyes, you let out a yawn then turned to smile at him. "Thank you for doing this." Leaning forward you pressed your lips into his for a gentle kiss.

Humming, Bigby gave you a smile shaking his head as he placed one last kiss to the top of your head.

"You don't need to thank me, I can't say no to you let alone the kids."

Stepping out of the truck you raised your arms above your head. "Well I'll go check on them, do you need help setting up?"

"I'm good, go have fun with the kids."

Wiping the sweat from his brow, Bigby glanced at the two tents. A smaller one for the kids than a much larger one a few feet away. He knew it was pointless though since he expected them to come to you half way in the night.

It was the choir of 'daddys' and 'dada' that snapped him out of his thoughts. Each of them jumping on his leg trying to knock him down.

"Come swim with us daddy!" One of them asked, she was already climbing up half way through his pant legs.

Grabbing her by the scruff he then set her down rubbing the bridge of his nose. "What did I say about shifting in public places."

Bigby looked over his children, half of them in their tiny wolf forms as the others stayed as normal humans.

"Don't." They chimed.

"So why-."

"Mommy said we could."

Letting out a grunt he then dropped his shoulders nodding his head. While it might be safe for them, he knew he had no chance to due to his size. "Come on let's go swimming...but do not leave my side."

"Yay!!!"

Catching his breath, Bigby sat next to you in one of the chairs as the kids continued to play and splash around in the lake. "How do they have so much energy?"

Snorting, you closed the book you were reading as your head then rested on his chest. "They are children Bigby."

Letting his arm wrap around your waist he then closed his eyes. "Not to mention they are part wolf."

Smiling you closed your eyes enjoying the sound of your husband's heart beat, of your children's laughter as you fell asleep.

You weren't quite sure how long you slept but it was night time, the sun long set as the kids were gathered around the campfire listing intensely to whatever story there was telling them.

"I see sleeping beauty is finally awake."

Shaking your head, you pulled your chair giving Bigby a look as one of the kids crawled into your lap.

"Please, don't stop on my account."

Giving you a grin, Bigby retuned to his story. Your gaze fixated on him.

While some of the people in fable town may still not trust Bigby, a few may still hate him. He had you and his children. The ones that mattered most.

He might be known as the Big Bad Wolf but to you he was your loving husband, an amazing father.

And nothing will ever change that.

[marymary-diva17]

Your my daughter Ma ite

There was not only one sully that had came to pandora, as there was another they came as well. A child that daughter of Jake sully had been taken, to pandora with her father as there was little left for her on earth. Along with a father who didn't wish to leave behind the child he loves and care for so much. When they arrived on pandora that when their new lives had started.

y/n " ......" you are sitting on the grass while watching your three younger siblings and cousin playing around, you had been a only child when you came here but soon gained three siblings and mother later on.

????? " y/n"

y/n " hello kiri"

kiri " can I sit by your he boys are playing to rough for me"

y/n " sure you can kiri"

kiri " what are you playing with y/n"

y/n " my song chord"

kiri ' your song chord is so different from everyone in the family"

y/n " well that because we all have experienced different miles stones in life" you had become happy when your dad told you that you were going to become a big sister, it made you happy even on the day when Jake told you neytiri had become your new mom. Jake knew you didn't have a good relationship with your brith mother, or barely any relationship with her at all.

kiri " hey what are you making"

y/n " well some bracelets for the whole family even baby tuk"

lo'ak " why does she need a bracelet she just a baby"

y/n " well because she my siblings I made you one when you were a baby, same with all of you as well"

neteyam " we love them"

lo'ak " It very funny on how some of the clan thinks neteyam is the oldest sully kids, when it your big sister"

kiri ' it because she human dummy and doesn't have a avatar body stupid"

y/n "hey be nice you two"

kiri & lo'ak " yes big sister"

y/n " I hope one day I will get a avatar body verse waving this mask all day"

kiri " well I think you are beautiful as human y/n"

y/n " thank you now come on we need to get home before mom get worried"

spider " hey my dads said I can stay out a bit longer"

y/n " haha very funny walk monkey boy" the boys laugh as you had shoved spider in front to walk, and soon the group did what you said as you are the oldest. The kids had soon reached the village and started walking towards their homes.

navi women " I still can't believe neytiri had taken in toruk makto daughter, from the sky people"

navi man " she tries to dress like us but she will never be one of us"

navi women 2 " toruk makto should of left her in the care of those others, as she started a new life with neytiri he didn't need his past holding him back"

navi women 3 " I hear that neytiri was speaking with the tshaik, in a private meeting they were speaking about her I think they are going to convince Jake sully on leaving her with tsu'tey mate for good"

navi man 2 " her being her mess up the line of succession for olo'eykthan family"

navi women 4 " she will never inherited anything with her demon blood and looks, she mocks neytiri by represent Jake old mate and life" your had become use to the gossip of grown adults as a very young age, knowing a small amount of the clan didn't accept you and other humans. It seems like your siblings and spider were to far ahead to hear any of the words being spoken.

kiri " hey sister come on mom said she will make the family favorite tonight"

y/n " oh coming" the kids had reach their home after escorting spider home.

neytiri " hello children welcome home"

kids " hello"

y/n " hi" all the kids sat down when you soon felt someone grab onto your thigh.

y/n " heu tuk tuk"

neytiri " tuk tuk"

y/n " yes I gave her that nickname and she seems to like it" you had picked up tuk and place her in your lap. neytiri smiles at all of the kids as she makes dinner.

neteyam " mom we had a good day with y/n today she took us to the river"

neytiri " oh did she I hope you all were behaving for her"

y/n " they were all good we can take tuk next time to give you a break"

neytiri " sure let me think about it" you had nodded your head as you play with tuk and your siblings.

Jake " hello everyone I home"

neytiri " welcome home ma Jake"

kids " hey dad"

Jake " y/n will you be staying for dinner with us or will norm be calling you to base for dinner"

y/n " I will stay if you all will have me"

neytiri " you are welcome here my dear"

y/n " thank you"

kiri " hey mom what with all the leather and beads in that basket"

neytiri " oh they are for something I'm making that all"

lo'ak " it look like clothes mama who are making clothes for, it seems like a girl"

Jake " kids leave it be your mother will tell us in time" your younger siblings had sighed as you shook your head, you did wonder what neytiri was making. Dinner was wondering but there had been times when you caught neytiri looking at you, but when she noticed you were looking back she will look away and attend to your siblings.

Jake " kids say goodnight to your sister I will be walking her home"

kids " bye y/n"

y/n " bye everyone thank you for having me over for dinner neytiri" neytiri had nodded her head as she grabbed the basket and soon, went into the room she shared with your dad. Jake and you are now walking home together.

Jake " is everything okay sweetie you were not talking at much at dinner"

y/n " no everything is good dad"

Jake " you know you can be honest with me baby girl so tell, me what the matter"

y/n " I know you and neytiri have been tougher for a long time now, but do you think she gets bother if I call her mom or mother"

Jake " what makes you think that"

y/n " well I have overheard some the other navi talking about me, saying that your should of left me in the past and that I might be adding stress to neytiri .... I ask to watch tuk for her for while so she can get a break and time to herself an it seems like she didn't like that idea"

y/n " the clan wonders why you didn't just leave me in the care of norm, and move on with the new family you had been giving"

Jake " I was over heard mo'at and neytiri have been talking about you, but either one of them wish to tell me about it"

y/n " dad if I'm making home uncomfortable for you I can stay at base, it will be better and you favoring me will not settle well with the other clans and this one"

Jake " baby girl you are my first child I love you"

y/n " I love you to dad but I don't want to bring harm to the family"

Jake " I wish for no harm to come to you as well I know you are the oldest, but you can stay here util I know it safe for you to be at village for long times ... same thing for spider I will not stand for any more of this bullying I will handle this"

y/n " yes dad"

Jake " good and maybe one day you will have an avatar body like your old man, and then there will be no stopping you"

y/n " I will really love that dad so much." Jake soon smiled, brought you into a hug, and kissed your forehead.

norm "There you are kiddo I was going to come looking for you"

jake "No need to worry norm we were just having a conversation, head inside baby girl I need to have some words with your uncle"

y/n " yes Dad goodnight I will be in my bedroom room or the common area"

norm "Thanks, kid. Spider is inside waiting" You nodded your head and walked into the base as the door closed behind you as you watched your dad and uncle talk. It seems very serious by your father's stance and how she was moving his hands as well. Jake had always been worried about you and wanted to make sure, you had a good life and a relationship with the family as well. He didn't want you to be through heartbreak again like in the past when to his ex. He had made a promise to keep you safe and love you, and he will never let that promise go.

many weeks later

y/n "Okay, whoever gets to the mark will be the winner of the game and the best climber for the remaining of the month." You are looking at your siblings and spider as they prepare to race each other.

y/n " I want a fair game if I see any rule-breaking none of you win"

kids " yes"

y/n "Okay, ready, set ... go go" the four kids had race towards the tree and started climbing as you watch from the bottom, with tuk on your back.

neteyam " I'm the winner"

lo'ak " no fair you are the second oldest and taller then us all"

neteyam " it fair baby brother"

spider " we should gave a do over"

kiri " yes a do over"

y/n " neteyam wins he got there first and grabbed the mark he the winner"

lo'ak/spider/kiri " oww"

y/n " come on we can do sometimes else that will make us all happy" the kids soon come down and they soon joined you and tuk on the ground, as the group soon walked elsewhere and sat down. In a place between the village and the human base as well.

lo'ak " hey why havant you and spider been spending that much, time at the village with us"

y/n " we have been sticking close to home most days under uncle from and dad orders"

spider " yes there have been some issues that have come up, that need to be handle"

neteyam " what type of issues we can help solve them so you both, can have meals with us along with uncle norm as well"

y/n " this is adult business that what dad had said well most of it"

kiri " oh well we can come have meals with everyone at base, it will be fun"

y/n " we have to ask permission first before we do anything" your siblings had nodded their heads in agreement, the rest of your dad with your siblings had gone well.

later on that night

Jake " so kids how was your day"

neteyam " it was fun day we got to spend time with y/n and spider, we had a race she was the referee for us"

Jake " that was nice of her"

lo'ak " neteyam won"

neteyam " I won fair and square"

lo'ak " fine"

kiri " dad can we go have a sleepover with y/n one night beauty please"

Jake " let wait for your mom to get home and see what she has to say"

neytiri " I'm home I brought home a good caught for dinner"

kids " mom"

neytiri " well it seems like you all had a good day with your sister, where is y/n will be joining us for dinner"

Jake " no she will be eating at base with norm and spider"

neytiri " oh"

neteyam " y/n did a great job on watching tuk mama"

Neytiri " that good of her we have to have her over one night for dinner, and to stay over this is her home ma Jake"

Jake " yes we should" the family had ate dinner but it was easy to say there was something off, with the whole situation. When the kids had went off to bed, Neytiri had deiced to have some words with Jake.

neytiri “ ma Jake may we talk”

Jake “sure honey what the matter”

neytiri “ I was wondering when will y/n be coming home, she hasn’t been here so long the village and home not the same without her”

Neytiri “ spider as well he is missed along as well, Tsu’tey misses having his son at his home”

Jake “ I had some words with norm and max along with the kids, and we don’t think it safe for them to be here right now”

neytiri “ what do you mean ma Jake we have extra oxygen for them in the village”

Jake “ there seems to be some underlying issues coming from the clan members, as they don’t seem to like the pair”

Neytiri “ what else ma Jake”

Jake “ Neytiri I can handle it form here”

Neytiri “ no Jake you will tell me what has happened, y/n is my daughter as well and if anyone bother here then I will deal with them”

Jake “Okay I will tell you y/n has overheard some members of the clan speaking poorly about her, questioning why you have taken her as my daughter and why I have kept her as my daughter”

Neytiri “ ……”

Jake “They also mentioned how they had seen you speaking with your mother about the topic of y/n” 

Neytiri “ ……”

Jake “ I had thought it would be best for y/n to stay at the base until, I can find out a solution”

Neytiri “ Jake, I mean no harm to y/n I love her as my daughter and will do anything to protect her, she always helping out around the home and clan”

Jake “What else? You sound worried”

Neytiri “Well, she human mostly everything her can hurt her, and I'd rather not see her or spider get hurt”

Jake “Oh Neytiri”

Neytiri “those things the kids have spotted that night, had been something I been making for her” neytiri soon reviled some clothes she had made, for you some of them human sizes and others Navi sizes.

Neytiri “ I heard the scientists talking about making, avatar bodies for y/n and I wanted to make her clothes that will make her fit in and loved”

Jake “ oh neytiri why didn’t you tell me ahead of time”

Neytiri “ I wanted to surprise you ma Jake and y/n”

Jake “ well she going to love it neytiri”

Neytiri “ we will still need to deal with the others on how they will be treating y/n, in the future as I will not let this happen anymore”

Jake “ I agree but right now let’s go speak to our daughter and have her home” the next day neytiri and Jake came by the base to speak with you. 

y/n " so you don't hate me or wish me gone"

neytiri " no I don't and I will deal with the others but you are my daughter ma ite, and you will always be my daughter no matter what happens"

y/n " thanks mom"

neytiri " I will do my best as a mother to you and make sure no harm comes to you or your siblings"

y/n " thank you"

Jake " so will you be coming home again as you are missed very much"

y/n " yes"

Jake " good baby girl and now if anything like this happens again we will handle it like a family"

y/n " yes dad"

????? " aww you are stepping on my foot"

????? " well move your foot"

Jake ' kids you all can come out now we know you are there by now" your siblings soon came out, kiri and lo'ak fighting while neteyam was holding tuk.

neteyam " big sister are you coming home because I need your help, when it comes to dealing with them"

y/n " yes I will" you had taken tuk from neteyam and held her smiling brightly.

Jake " see baby girl we are a family no matter what anyone says" the family had hugged each other very happy, about what had unfolded right now. As you had learn that day that neytiri loves you as a daughter no matter what happens, you will always be her child and she will defend you as her child.

[adoreispunk]

Out Of Reach (joel miller au)

He breaks from me, his lips perfectly wet and red as he looks up at me. He slips two fingers in to not stop the sensation. "Always taste so good for me, would do this all day if you let me."

wc: 4.0K

content warning: 18+ MDNI.

an: holy shit i’ve been moving for the past couple weeks, finally settled so heres 4K words of pure sex to celebrate. enjoy;)

Eleven

I stared out the window for a while, watching the sky turn from soft peach to a deep blue, my fingers still clenched around the strap of my bag in my lap. The ghost of my dad's words still clung to me.

I peeked over at Joel, the curve of his jaw lit by the last light bleeding through the windshield. He looked completely unfazed. Like he hadn't just sat across from the one man who would absolutely murder him if he ever found out what we were doing.

"You good?" he asked without looking over, his voice low, like he already knew I wasn't.

"I think I aged five years back there," I muttered.

That made him huff a small sarcastic laugh. "Could've fooled me."

I turned to look at him. "You didn't say anything! You barely even flinched when he asked if we've been spending time together."

"'Cause we have," Joel said simply, shrugging like it was obvious. "And I told him that."

"You said we've been working."

He gave me a quick side glance, and the corner of his mouth ticked up. "You've been putting in some work for sure."

I shoved his arm playfully, trying not to laugh. "Fuck you."

I really got a chance to fully take him in, he looked too good tonight. He had on a short sleeve shirt that hugged his arms, his hair was perfectly messy, and his hand flexed on the wheel while the other rested loosely on my thigh exposed by my white eyelet dress I picked out for him. Drawing light circles. His jaw flexed every time he shifted lanes and the dim dashboard light carved shadows across the lines of his face.

All week we'd kept dancing around actually fucking. Teasing and tempting. But being in this truck alone, knowing I'd be sleeping at his house tonight mixed with the nerves from the interaction with my dad gave me a shot of confidence. I was ready to start pulling the tension tighter, just to see if he'd finally snap.

"I'm bored, how far are we?" I asked, in a lowered and innocent voice.

Joel glanced at me, brows knitting like he wasn't sure if I was serious or just trying to start something. "Five minutes."

I shifted in my seat, turning my body more toward him. "You know, I don't know how much more of this waiting game I can take."

He didn't respond right away, just clenched his jaw and exhaled through his nose. The air in the truck felt hotter suddenly.

I reached over, dragging my fingers slow across the inside of his forearm, moving down to just above his waistband

"Maybe, I could just get a head start." I said looking up at him with doe eyes.

His grip on the wheel tightened. I leaned in closer, placing some kisses to his neck and ear.

"Olivia." he warned, low and rough, glancing down at me. His dick getting harder just from the way I was talking and barely touching him.

"What? I'm just saying, waiting is hard..."

I finally move my hands to touch his dick, rubbing up and down his print. His jaw going slack from the contact.

"So fucking hard."

I finally start to unbuckle his pants and we barely make space so I can take him into my mouth. The way he fills it up perfectly makes me crazy

Joel's breath caught as I slid down, enough to take him all the way into my throat. He instantly clenched the steering wheel tighter, his jaw flexing.

"Jesus, babygirl keep doin' that. Keep your head down."

He gave me quick glances while trying to keep his eyes on the road . His eyes dark, brows furrowing, and jaw slack as he saw the playful confidence in my expressions.

"You couldn't wait five minutes for me? Need me that badly huh?" He exhaled sharply, his voice dropping lower.

I break free for a moment, still working my hands up and down. Just how i've learned he's liked.

"Get me home and fuck me Joel."

I earn a loud grunt from him like he's holding back from finishing just from my words. I don't put my mouth on him again, I want this same energy to stay until we turn into his house. I keep moving my hands up and down slowly, licking around his tip, cleaning up the beads of precum coming from him.

I don't even register him putting the car into park until I feel the jolt, like he didn't even wait for the car to stop to switch gears. I let out a little yelp and he grabs my neck for me to look up at him, his eyes dark and tempting.

"Get up and get the fuck inside."

My breath hitched.

The grip he had on my neck was firm, holding me still. Like he knew I'd try to say something back, like he was daring me to. I just stared at him, so turned on. I rubbed my thighs together just to release some pressure.

I nodded. Then I slipped out of the truck in silence, pulse hammering in my ears, every inch of me buzzing like I'd been lit up from the inside. Joel didn't say another word. I could feel him behind me. He walked me up to the door, his hand pressing low on my back, guiding me, like he owned every step I took. My fingers fumbled on the hem of my dress, the porch light casting long shadows across the wood.

The second the door cracked open, he was on me. He didn't wait. One strong hand gripped my waist, the other slammed the door shut behind us. Then I was against the wall, my back hitting it hard enough to knock the breath from me for a second.

He kissed me like he'd been starving for it. Everything I'd done this past week, every look, every touch, every soft little noise I'd made was catching up to him all at once. My legs spread without thinking, hands gripping his shoulders, his shirt, anything to hold onto.

He scooped me up not breaking the kiss and I wrap my legs around his waist holding onto him, moaning at the contact. I wrap my hands around his neck tangling my fingers into his hair just to feel closer.

Joel's grip on me tightened, his strength undeniable as he held me up with just one arm, the other swinging loosely at his side like he didn't need it. His breath was warm against my skin as he pulled back just enough to look at me, his eyes dark with intensity. He swallowed hard, his voice low and rough.

"You think I didn't wanna fuck you all week? You think I didn't feel how close we were getting, how badly I wanted to, right there in my office?"

He leaned in pressing more kisses to my cleavage. "I wanted you like this, you can scream as loud as you want. Not just some quick fuck on my desk."

The way he said it made my heart race, my whole body just completely ready. I could barely breathe, my hands gripping his shirt, grinding against him, trying to pull him closer. " I know, I know. I want you too. Please, Joel."

He stops my begging with a kiss, bringing his free hand to touch me over the black lace underwear he asked for. I moan against his mouth so relieved from his touch.

He smiles against my lips, "You wore them for me? Good girl." He

didn't even have to look at them, just the feel of them and he knew.

He's already ruining me.

He finally starts walking towards the stairs, still grabbing me with one hand like he wasn't even trying. Our kisses become more desperate and rough the closer we get to the top of the stairs.

The moment he pushed open the door, I took in the space, even as my body was still pressed tight to his. Joel's room felt like him. Dark, solid, and grounded. The walls were a charcoal blue, the wood floors creaking softly under his boots. A large bed sat against the far wall, made neatly with lighter sheets and a thick, heavy-looking comforter. The furniture was simple and wooden.

There were a few clothes draped over the chair in the corners. Nothing messy, just lived-in. A nightstand held a small lamp casting a warm, amber light. Framed photos lined the dresser: one of Sarah, young and smiling with the same beautiful hair I remember her having. And another of Joel with a man who looked just like him. Tommy, probably. The one he'd talked about the other day.

Everything in here felt intimate. It suddenly hit me how much of himself Joel was letting me see. not just physically, but this too. His personal space.

He didn't let me linger for long. Reality hit when my back hit the mattress and I felt Joel climb on top of me again, hearing the door slam in the back.

He slipped his hand up the side of my thigh pushing my dress up and sucked on the side of my neck. I let out a moan, letting him know how good he was making me feel in this moment.

His hands were so big, they practically swallowed my waist. Rough and sure like he knew exactly how to handle me. The weight of them made me feel safe, like nothing could touch me as long as he was holding on.

I gripped and dug my nails onto his arms for some sort contact, my fingers not even close to spanning the width of his biceps. He was solid beneath me, all muscle and heat, and the sheer size difference made my breath catch in my throat.

He finally started to back away from me. My body started to follow him from desperation "Joel—"

"Lay back babygirl, I wanna take care of you."

My cheeks go hot, I nod at him and do what he says. I bring my arms up and cross my hands over my face biting the side of my thumb. He moves the other side of my dress up, the skirt pooling over my waist now. I feel his fingers slide up against the lace, stopping his thumb at my clit and drawing small circles. I make a small moan in return.

"Fuck, 'so pretty in these. Wanna see all of you" He starts working his hands up to the waistband and slowly works them off. I look down at him, not wanting to miss any of this. As he takes them off, a string of my wetness follows.

"So wet for me already." He brings his hands around my legs, pulling me closer to him in a quick motion. Without thinking twice, I feel his lips on me. Taking all of me onto his mouth.

"Oh my god, fuck Joel—." He swirled his tongue around me deliberately and with so much lust. It's not his first time going down on me, but something about being completely alone, on his bed, feeling safe makes everything feel a hundred times more intense.

He breaks from me, his lips perfectly wet and red as he looks up at me. He slips two fingers in to not stop the sensation. "Always taste so good for me, would do this all day if you let me."

"Fuck—it's all yours, I wanna...cum for you please."

"So good beggin for me." He brings his fingers out of me and grabs the small of my back, pulling me up towards him. Stopping right when my chest hits his.

"Say it again" He says, forehead pressed to mine, lips barely touching.

"I wanna cum for you Joel." I reply, completely ready to be ruined already.

Joel pulls me back in, sliding up the rest of my dress and throwing it somewhere in the room. He takes off my matching black lace bra that he wanted me in and his hands follow to cup my cleavage. His hands rough compared to my soft skin.

Joel pulled his shirt over his head in one rough motion, and I realized it's my first time seeing him shirtless. His chest was wide, solid, lined with muscle that moved beneath his skin when he tossed the fabric aside. He wasn't sculpted like someone who lived in a gym. He was built like a man who carries hundreds of pounds of building material everyday. His stomach was strong, just a little soft at the edges. I couldn't look away, my hands already itching to map every inch of him.

Joel noticed. I could tell by the faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth but he didn't say a word. He let me look like he was used to being wanted but didn't need to hear about it. That's Joel.

He didn't let me linger long before his mouth was back on mine. My hands grab at his pants, unbuckling them again. He follows with his boxers, his dick hard and throbbing at this point. He kicks them off and I finally feel pure skin on mine. Caged in by his forearms holding him up.

"Fuck, your body is unreal." He says in his rough and lustful tone. I finally see him reach for his dick, and I whimper in anticipation.

Joel Miller is finally gonna fuck me.

He teased me first, sliding himself through my folds, slick and slow, drawing a moan from my lips. "Joel, please," I begged, my hips lifting, needing him.

He didn't make me wait any longer. With one slow, deliberate thrust, he pushed inside, filling me so completely. I gasped, my nails digging into his arms. The stretch was intense and perfect. He groaned in response to the fit, his forehead dropping to mine. "Fuck," he rasped, his voice wrecked. "So fuckin tight."

I couldn't speak, just clung to him, my legs wrapping around his waist as he started to move. Slow at first, deep, each thrust stealing my breath. I could feel the tension in him, the way his hands gripped my hips, like he was taking everything in.

"Harder," I pleaded, my voice breaking as I rocked against him. "Fuck me harder."

His eyes darkened, something primal flickering in them. Realizing he could let go. He hooked my leg over his shoulder, opening me wider, and slammed into me, the force making me cry out. The bed creaked and the headboard rattling. All I could feel was him, his weight, his heat, the way he hit that spot inside me with every thrust.

"Harder?" he growled, his voice filthy as he picked up the pace, relentless. "Not even letting me take my time with you. Want it that bad?”

"Fuck—yes," I gasped, my nails raking down his arm, leaving marks I knew he'd feel later. "Don't stop."

He didn't. His hand slid between us, finding my clit, rubbing tight circles that made my vision blur. The pleasure was overwhelming, coiling tight, and I was already so close. "Look at you," he said, his voice low. "All that talk and you're already gonna cum? Already know that spot."

He moves his hand and pushes himself against the spot that makes me moan in response. "Yeah? Feel good right there huh?"

"Yeah, fuck, right there."

His hand slid up my spine, fingers tangling in my hair, tugging just enough to make me arch. The slight sting sent a fresh wave of heat through me. The intensity was overwhelming. Joel's thrusts were relentless, each one deeper, harder, claiming me in a way that made my head spin. My moans mixed with his low, guttural groans, filling the quiet of his room.

"Not yet," he murmured, his voice rough but softer, like he was savoring every second of this.

Before I could process, he rolled us, his back hitting the mattress, and suddenly I was on top, straddling him. My breath caught at the shift, my hands bracing against his chest as I looked down at him. His hands gripped my thighs, steadying me, his thumbs brushing the sensitive skin where my hips met my legs.

"Ride me," Joel said, his voice low, commanding, like he needed this as much as I did. "Wanna watch you cum like this."

My pulse hammered, a new wave of heat flooding me at his words, at the way he looked at me. His chest was broad and the feel of it under my palms grounded me. I shifted, adjusting to the angle, and the way he filled me in this position, so deep, so perfect, made me gasp. I started to move, slow at first, rolling my hips, finding a rhythm that sent sparks through every nerve in my body.

"Joel," I whispered, my voice shaky as I leaned forward, my hair falling around us like a curtain. His hands tightened on my hips, guiding me, urging me faster, and the friction, the way he hit that spot inside me with every roll, was almost too much. His eyes never left mine, drinking in every move, every sound I made.

"So pretty right here," he growled, his voice thick with want. One hand slid up, cupping my breast, his thumb brushing my nipple, sending a jolt straight to my core that made my head tip back, a moan tearing from my throat. "That's it, babygirl. Just like that."

I moved faster. The pleasure was building again, coiling tight, and the way he watched me, the way he touched me, made me feel even better. I was unraveling him just as much as he was unraveling me.

His hips bucked up hard to meet my movements, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge, and I could feel him tensing beneath me, his breaths coming faster, rougher.

"Fuck" I gasped, my voice breaking as the pressure built, my hips grinding against him, chasing that release. "I'm so close—cum in me please. "

"Look at me," he said, his voice low, urgent, his hand sliding up to cup my face, pulling my gaze back to his. "Wanna see you."

I take his thumb into my mouth. Still staring right at him, keeping my pace and he kept his. He stared right back and touched every spot of me perfectly. It was too much. My orgasm hit like a storm, crashing through me, my body trembling as I clenched around him, crying out his name. My vision blurred, my hips stuttering, but Joel's hands kept me steady, guiding me through every wave, every shudder, until I was gasping, my body buzzing with aftershocks.

He wasn't far behind. His grip on my hips tightened, his fingers digging into my skin as he thrust up into me, hard, desperate. "Fuck," he groaned, his voice breaking, raw and wrecked. With one final thrust, he came, his release hot and overwhelming, filling me as his body tensed, a low, guttural moan spilling from his lips. The feel of him, the sound of him, sent a final shiver through me, my body collapsing against his chest, spent and trembling.

For a moment, we just lay there, both of us panting, his arms wrapping around me, holding me close. His lips brushed my temple, soft, almost tender, and it made my chest ache. I could feel his heartbeat under my cheek, steady but fast, and the weight of what we'd just done The warmth of his touch was a stark contrast to the raw intensity of moments ago.

I shifted slightly, my cheek still pressed to his chest, and felt the faint rumble of his breath as he exhaled. The room was quiet now, save for the soft creak of the house settling and the distant hum of the world outside. The amber glow from the lamp cast long shadows across the walls, making the space feel smaller, safer.

Joel's hand stilled on my back, and I felt him tilt his head to look down at me. "You still with me, babygirl?" His voice was low, rough from exertion, but softer now.

I nodded, my cheek brushing against his chest. "Yeah," I murmured, my voice hoarse, barely above a whisper. "I think so." His fingers resumed their slow path along my spine, and I melted into him.

I tilted my head to meet his gaze, and the way he looked at me, dark eyes soft but intense, searching made my breath catch. There was no wall there now, no guarded distance. Just Joel, raw and open, at least for this moment.

I reached up, tracing the line of his jaw with my fingertips, feeling the faint stubble under my touch. A small smile tugging at my lips.

His hand slid down to my hip, giving a gentle squeeze before he shifted beneath me. "C'mon, let's get you cleaned up."

I whined softly, not wanting to move, my body too comfortable, too sated. "Do we have to?"

"Yeah. Ain't leavin' you like this." His tone was firm but gentle, and before I could protest further, he eased me off his chest, his hands steady as he helped me sit up. The loss of his warmth made me shiver, and he pulled the covers over me. Like he knew exactly what I needed.

He stood, unbothered by his own nakedness, and I couldn't help but watch him. Broad shoulders, scarred skin, the way his muscles shifted as he moved. He grabbed an oversized shirt from the chair in the corner and pulled on a pair of boxers, then disappeared into the small bathroom off his room. I heard the faucet run, the soft clink of something being set down, and a moment later, he was back with a damp cloth in one hand and a glass of water in the other.

"Drink," he said, handing me the glass first. I took it, sipping slowly, the cool water soothing my parched throat. Joel sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes tracking my movements like he was making sure I followed through. Satisfied, he reached for me, his touch gentle as he nudged my legs apart. "Here, I got it."

My cheeks flushed, a mix of shyness and warmth at how attentive he was being. I nodded, letting him guide me to lie back against the pillows. The cloth was warm against my skin, and Joel's movements were careful, almost reverent, as he cleaned me up. His free hand rested on my thigh, grounding me, and the contrast of his rough calluses against my softness made my breath hitch.

"You don't have to do this, you know," I said softly, my voice barely audible. It felt intimate, vulnerable, in a way that was different from the heat of before. I was almost confused.

Joel's eyes flicked up to mine, and he shook his head, a small, stubborn frown creasing his brow. "I want to." His voice gruff. He finished cleaning me up, tossing the cloth into a hamper across the room. then grabbed the shirt he'd brought over and draped it over my shoulders.

I slipped my arms into the sleeves, the fabric soft and worn, smelling faintly of him. It was too big, the hem brushing my thighs, but it felt like a hug, like an extension of him. I knew I had my own pajamas but I liked these better.

He watched me for a moment, his expression unreadable, then stood and grabbed sweatpants from the dresser, pulling them on with a quick tug. "You hungry?" he asked, already moving toward the nightstand where his phone sat. I was a little too busy to think about food, but the mention made my stomach rumble. "Yeah, I could eat."

Joel's lips twitched, like he'd heard the growl. "Figured. I'm gettin' us some Chinese from this place down the street." He dialed the restaurant and spoke into the phone, his voice low and clipped as he placed the order lo mein, fried rice, and something with beef. It was such a normal thing, ordering takeout, but in this moment, in Joel's room, it felt like a luxury.

[mc-lukanette]

"I'm sorry," Marinette mumbled, her grip on his shoulders tensing.

Luka shook his head, trying to reassure her, "It's not your fault. We don't have to kiss if you're not ready."

"But I am! It's just..." She sighed.

Ever since they'd started dating, there had been problems with kissing each other. He understood that they both wanted it even if Marinette had some struggles with it, and he was more than willing to be patient about it. He was just worried.

Marinette opened her mouth, then grit her teeth, hesitating over something. Still unwilling to move from his lap that she'd climbed onto to kiss him in the first place, she let go of his shoulders and clenched her fists atop them so she wasn't squeezing him.

"You don't have to tell me," he told her.

"I want to." She averted her gaze, blushing in shame as she pointed out, "And you already know most of it. Everyone does."

"Most of... ah."

He suspected for a while, but didn't want to assume. Paris was utterly obsessed with Ladybug and whatever she did, so they made a big deal over everything, especially when it concerned romance.

"All the kisses I've ever had or tried to have ended up a disaster," she muttered, running her fingers along the seam of his hoodie. "It's always because of a misunderstanding, or getting interrupted, or something I can't even remember, or being really embarrassing."

He couldn't see exactly what was going on in her head, but her face said it all. She just wanted to enjoy herself kissing him, but she was traumatized on some level and it held her back from doing so.

Hoping to help her work through it, he asked, "What do you think is going to happen?"

"I don't know?" She pouted. "It'll go wrong, or an akuma's going to happen, or you won't like it..."

"I don't have any expectations." He rubbed her sides in slow, easy circles. "I just want to kiss my girlfriend. It doesn't have to be perfect. We can always try again if something happens."

She scratched her cheek shyly, then let out a heavy sigh and fell to the side. Rolling to lie on her back, her legs still rested on Luka's lap as she lamented, "I'm sorry—again. It feels like I'm always behind everyone else."

There was nothing wrong with that, and he would've told her as much if he wasn't certain that she didn't want to hear it. If he thought it would've helped, he would've pointed out how unfair it was for her to expect herself to keep up with other people who didn't have to constantly worry about being woken up in the middle of the night because of the dumbest reasons imaginable, all whilst being expected to smile and be a hero without negative emotions.

But it wouldn't help, and he supposed it was time for him to be honest as well.

"You're not the only one," he began, running a hand slowly across one of her legs, "who feels behind."

"Huh?" She pushed herself up just enough with her elbows to comfortably look at him. "You—wait, you?"

He nodded. "Jule started dating before I did. I know she met Rose before I met you, but she never thought about our dad the way I did."

Frowning, Marinette sat up, bringing her legs off Luka's lap and closer to herself. She leaned forward, gripping his arm and asking, "You mean... how he wasn't around?"

"How him and Mom got far enough to have me and Jule, but still ended up leaving each other." He looked at her, eyes flicking up and down her body. "Some people are fine playing solos, but if I play a duet, I want to keep it going. I don't want to push my partner too hard or scare them off."

He still recalled the day they'd met, where he'd upset her and genuinely worried that he'd ruined a chance at a good relationship. He hadn't foreseen falling quite so hard afterwards, but still, he'd been fearful of everything crumbling over a bad first impression.

Thankfully, it worked out in the end, and he wanted to keep it that way.

"Luka," she uttered softly, the hand gripping his arm sliding around so she could hug it instead. She leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder. "You're not going to scare me off."

He returned the lean, letting out a breath that may've been a little relieved. "And I'm not going to get upset because you need time to move past all the horrible memories you have."

She gave his arm a squeeze in wordless thanks. He adored the overthinking, rambling, and energetic Marinette just as much as all the other Marinette, but there was something special to him about the moments of calm that only he seemed able to provide. Maybe it was selfish in a way, but it made him happy seeing that he had something of value to offer her.

Marinette's fingers loosened against his arm. She was briefly lost in thought, staring off at nothing as she wondered aloud, "Does everything you said mean you think I'm the one?"

He briefly stiffened. It made sense that she would deduce that much, but he hoped it wouldn't make her uncomfortable. "...Yeah."

Rather than pulling away from him, she squished herself closer to him, one hand still holding his arm while the other rested on his thigh. "Good. I want a spring wedding."

His head swerved to look at her, stunned. She'd thought that far ahead? When?!

"You like wearing too many layers for summer, but too many rips for fall or winter." She toyed idly with the rips on his shirt. "I know having the rips sounds weird for a groom's outfit, but I was thinking that I could do something wi—!"

Her last word turned into a squeal as he freed the arm she'd been hugging so he could pull her back up onto his lap. He hugged her tight, burying his face in her shoulder and sighing happily. When Marinette (eventually) regained her bearings, she giggled and lovingly stroked his hair.

They could wait until the wedding for their first kiss for all he cared. All that mattered then was being able to simply have each other.

[deanwinchestersbabygirll]

Last Christmas

-warnings// a little angst, lots of fluff, mention of slicing and finger nail removal

-lil summery// basically based in season 3 episode 8 just with our favourite character... Y/N!

Dean x reader

word count// 6960

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"You didn't see anything at all ma'am, any flickering lights?" You asked the scared women "what would flickering lights have to do with my missing husband?!" Mrs Walsh asked frustrated "what we mean Mrs Walsh is that any detail you can recall even something as small as the lights flickering or even a strange  or unsettling smell could help us find out What exactly happened to your husband" dean swooped in behind you 

Mrs Walsh sighed sadly as she tried to go over the night "I'm sorry I don't remember anything other than my husband being dragged from bed, whoever took him knocked me out- I just I don't know what I'm gonna tell my kids I mean come on Christmas is right around the corner and they have to spend it without their dad?" She cried as her sobs shook her body

You pulled her to the side slightly to calm her "Mrs Walsh I assure you that we'll do everything we can to find out what happened to your husband, I'm so sorry this happened to you and your family" you said handing the weeping women a tissue "thank you agent page" she smiled and headed back into her home.

"Alright so doesn't seem like it was a demon, you guys have any ideas?" You asked the boys on the way to the motel "I'm not sure but I found a tooth  in the chimney so it seems that's where Mr Walsh was taken out from,  I'll start researching when we get back" Sam replied

The car ride was filled with a comfortable silence as you took in the scenery of Michigan in December, all the decorations surrounding the town of Ypsilanti.

"Alright I've looked through everything and I keep coming back to same idea" sam said "great what have you got?" You asked sitting next to him on the dingy couch "it's gonna sound crazy but-" Sam was cut off by deans loud laugh "Sammy, what do you think you could possibly say that would sound crazy to us?" You chuckled as Sam sighed a smile curling on his lips "alright… Evil Santa" 

"...alright ya got me, that's crazy" dean crossed his arms across his chest as he leaned against the wall "i don't know Dean, we hunt some crazy shit" you said turning to look at the older Winchester, he smirked moving toward the couch, taking a seat next to you and pulling you into him "I guess your right sweetheart, alright Sammy tell me what your thinking" 

You laid your head to rest on your boyfriends hard chest as you listened to Sam ramble on about his theory of krampus, Dean ran his rough hands up and down your side and pulled you closer so you were sat on his lap rather than the two small for you and two oversized Winchester men 

You felt yourself gently drifting off to the sound of deans heartbeat and the distant sound of his gruff voice "well I'm just saying what the lore says..." Sam defended as dean shut down the idea of evil Santa "dude Santa doesn't have a brother... there is no Santa" he said his hand coming to rest on the top of your hip, his thumb rubbing small circles on the warm exposed skin of your hip

"I seen a little Santa village on the way here, it's not that far why don't we go and scope it out" you sleepily suggest "good idea let's head out" Sam said moving to get up you sighed out a huff as you pulled from the warm embrace of your boyfriend, Dean wrapped his arm around your shoulders as you headed to baby "your in the back Sammy" he said as the younger Winchester went to open the passenger door, Sam sighed as you giggled jumping in and moving to sit next to dean as he pulled you close to his side, the comforting smell of pine and gunfire engulfed you immediately as the impala purred to life.

You and the boys walked through a very.. . Questionable looking Santa's village "this place sucks I thought it would have been more fun looking based on the town's decorations" you said as you looked around the crappy 'north pole' "yeah kinda makes the 'anti-Claus' theory sound more realistic doesn't it" Sam replied 

Dean clapped his hands together happily as turned to you and his brother "hey speaking of Christmas, we should have one this year" he said and you felt your body go rigged, you've been with  Dean for over 2 years and not once in those two years did he express a want to celebrate the holiday other than a few small gifts. You knew he wanted to do this because it would be his last Christmas he gets to spend you and Sam and it's tearing you apart knowing each day gets closer and closer to the end of deans year

Swallowing hard as you felt your throat grow extremely dry, before you can say anything Sam's scoffing "yeah no I'm good" Sam says and Dean continues to push "oh come on, we'll even get a little tree for the room and we can decorate it and then we can get a nice take out for dinner" "honestly I'm not really up for it either Dean" you confessed, finally gaining your voice back 

He looks at you a slight gleam of hurt on his face flashes "come on baby, it'll be fun, we can even watch home alone, I know how much you love that movie" dean said his eyes practically begging you to say yes, you give him a forced smile as you knew you had to cave, you wanted to remember these things with a happy memory with dean, even if right now your heart was breaking into a thousand pieces  "see Sammy, Y/N's in its two against one" Dean said as he wrapped his arm tightly around your waist, Sam turned his head toward you both and with a shrug of his broad shoulders "you guys do what you want I'm not doing it" he said and stalked away, "what a grinch" Dean whispered in your ear.

"You would think with how expensive this crap was to get in they'd have put on a better show" dean grumbled out as you all seen the disappointment on the kids in lines faces "I know... almost feels like our Santa here really is the anti Santa" you told him and dean nodded while Sam seemed to be in a daze. 

It was a few hours later and you and the boys were in the impala outside 'Santa's trailer waiting for him to make his move. You sat in the front next to Dean as Sam was fast asleep in the back, you'd hardly said a word to him as you stared out the window, head leaning against the cool glass as you felt his green eyes burning holes on the side of your head "everything okay?" Dean asked his voice low as to not alert his sleeping brother 

"Yeah I'm fine, just thinking..." you replied not looking at him "what are you thinking about sweetheart?" He asked gently grabbing your hand small hand in his much bigger one "just stuff, nothing to worry about honey" you told him leaning forward to give his plump lips a quick kiss in hopes to ease his worry, Dean would let it go for now but he was still worried about how different you were acting.

You started to drift off once again that day until you were startled by Sam's loud yawn " hey what time is it?" He asked stretching his longs limbs "it's one in the morning, haven't seen anything suspicious yet" dean replied his eyes fixated on the trailer door, just as he finished his sentence the 'Santa' was at the window looking around the quiet parking lot before shutting his curtains in a rush "alright it's show time!" you said jumping out of the car 

Dean ran to get to the trailer door infront of you always wanting to protect you from the darkness of the job in whatever way he can, Dean kicks the door open and the three of you have your guns drawn and aimed at the santa

"...roast my chestnut, egg my nogg" 

The tv played on in the backround as the 'Santa jumped to his feet his bong hitting couch in his hurry

You and the boys shared looks of shock before rushing to hide your guns "Silent night..." dean started off awkwardly and you and Sam quickly joined in "holy night, all is dry..." you grabbed both boys by their jackets and pushed them to the door before rushing into the car, Dean taking off quickly from the embarrassing situation.

The next morning you woke to deans arm being wrapped tightly around your waist as your head lay on his chest, your leg thrown over his hips, you tried to pull away gently as to not wake him, your small movements proved enough to wake the sleeping hunter as he gently opened his green eyes "where you going sweetheart?" He asked his voice deep and raspy from just waking up  "I'm starving so I was gonna go get us some breakfast and coffee" he hummed and pulled you back down to him "ten more minutes then we'll go" dean said kissing the top of your head

"Guys come on we gotta go there's been another attack" Sam announced as he came back into the room, Dean sighed dramatically "I'm going to end the son of a bitch for messing with my sleep" dean threatened making you giggle "alright let's get going we'll stop for something quick then go talk to the vics" you said leaning down to give your boyfriend a quick kiss to the lips before rushing to get dressed.

You sat in the back of the impala drinking your coffee as Dean drove to the Caldwells, you couldn't help but feel your heart sink deeper with each passing day as you stared at your boyfriend through the rear view mirror, Dean was already catching your eyes sending a worried smile your way at the look of your tear filled eyes that you refused to let fall, he raised his brows as to silently ask if you were okay and you nodded quickly changing your gaze to the window as the blur of Christmas decorations blurred with deans speed.

" so ma'am your son explained to you that he saw Santa take his dad up the chimney?" You questioned the sorrow filled women, she nodded holding her arms close to her body in defence motion "that’s what he told me, yes" she replied 

"And where we're you Mrs Caldwell?" Dean asked and the women gave him a strange look of confusion "I was asleep and then all of a sudden I was being dragged from my bed and then i was knocked out, It just happened so fast" she cried

You placed your hand on her arm and smiled in understanding "I understand how hard this must be Mrs Caldwell, I could never imagine the pain and confusion your feeling right now, do you need to take a little break from the questions?" You asked her and she shook her head "no I'm alright thank you detective, I just want this to all be over with so my husband is found and brought home safely to us" she smiled sadly

"Did you happen to see anything of the attacker, maybe hair colour,  height, anything strange?" Dean asked and she shook her head instantly "no I didn't see anything it was so dark and it was just a blur" 

Sam looked around as you and Dean continued to talk to her "yeah so Mrs Caldwell, do you remember where you got that wreath?" Sam asked and the women grew angry as you and Dean sent him looks of question "excuse me!" She demanded "it's just its very pretty" sam stuttered out "I don't give a rats behind about that wreath, I care about my missing husband so if we can stop with the questions and we can get on with finding him so my kids don't have to spend Christmas without their father, that would be greatly appreciated detective!" Sam nodded  "of course mrs Caldwell" 

"Of all the things to ask a grieving wife and mother, you ask about her Christmas wreath?please tell me you have a good theory that will make me forget how horrible that experience was" You asked Sam as you walked towards baby "think about it, that's not the first time we've seen that wreath here" Sam replied, "where?" Dean asked Sam intrigued "the Walshes!" You said quickly and Sam nodded "I don't think that's a coincidence considering the similarities".

Once you got back to the motel Sam quickly got on the phone with Bobby, "hey can we talk?" Dean asked grabbing your hand, you nodded and let him lead you to outside "is everything okay, since we got here you've been a little off, just like you're  shutting down" dean asked his eyes full of concern, you sighed and looked at the ground "I'm okay I'm just tired and can't wait to get this case over with" you lied but your lie detector of a boyfriend didn't buy it for a second "Y/N come on I wasn't born yesterday-" "no but your gonna be dead in a few months, then what?" You cut him off, feeling the lump in your chest grow bigger as your eyes stung with tears 

"Sweetheart I know your upset, believe me if there was any other way to bring Sammy back I would have done it, I love you more than anything and I promise I won't stop looking for a way out of this stupid deal" dean told you wiping the small tear that escaped down your check "it's just so hard knowing our time with you is limited, this is gonna be our last Christmas we can spend together, I just I- I don't know what I'm gonna do without you" you said fully breaking down at this point

Dean pulled you tightly to his chest, hugging you as you cried "I know it sucks baby, I know we never really did anything for Christmas before that's why I wanted to make this a good one so it could be thought back on as a happy memory of us three together" dean confessed as his own voice broke slightly "if I can't get out of this deal, I need you to promise me something... I want you to get out of this life, I want you to move on find someone that makes you happy, I want you to get married and have kids, I want you to have the apple pie life sweetheart because you deserve to be happy" dean said and you pulled back from his tight embrace to look at him, seeing he had a few tears of his own running down his checks

"Dean I can't, I could never be happy with any one other than you, you're the love of my life" you told him, he gave you sad smile "your the love of my life too sweetheart which is why I need to know your gonna be okay if I'm gone, please just promise me this... please" he begged, you nodded knowing you would never follow through, you would never love any one after Dean "I promise".

Dean and you stayed in that position for a while longer while you calmed yourselves before facing Sam "you ready?" Dean asked kissing your forehead, "yeah" you said your eyes feeling puffy and your voice sounding hoarse "I got Bobby, I was right he’s heard of it before, he said it's likely meadowsweet in the wreaths" Sam said looking up from his laptop, "what's wrong?" Sam asked when he seen your sad face "nothing Sammy it'll be alright" you told him, he turned his gaze to dean who's eyes remained on you "alright we'll talk about this later then.." Sam trailed off 

"So what's Bobby saying" you asked taking a seat on the couch  trying to get the focus of you "well other than calling us all morons, he told me the meadowsweet was used in pagan lore, mostly in their rituals" you and Dean shared a confused look "pagan lore, and what kind of rituals?" Dean asked taking his seat next to you 

"Well based on the research, meadowsweet was used like bait for their human sacrifices and the pagan gods would come basically chow down on the closest human" Sam said and your face twisted in disgust "Jesus what are we dealing with here" you said in disbelief "yeah it's pretty nasty stuff, when these family's have been putting the wreaths up it's basically an invitation for them to be killed and eaten" Sam told you "alright so how to do we stop it" dean asked his own face showing discomfort 

"I don't know" Sam told him and Deans eyes widen "Bobby working on a way to figure it out, until then, we're gonna find it" Sam said and you both nodded "alright our first step is to find out who's selling the wreaths... do you think they know what what they're selling?" You said  both boys shrugging their shoulders "I have no idea, I hope not" Dean said, Sam exhales loudly before clapping his hands "well let's go find out" 

Once you were in the parking lot Dean was wrapping his arm around your shoulders tucking you tightly into his side and throwing Sam baby's keys "your driving" Sam tilted his head in confusion before giving Dean a hard look "you are not making me drive so you two can make out in the back seat again!" Sam said quickly, Dean huffed "we're not gonna make out..." he trailed off looking at you shaking your head no "alright we're definitely not gonna make out while you drive...again" dean promised with a laugh before pulling you into the back seat with him and bringing you back to his side "step on it Sammy, we've got a monster to find" dean announced before the impala roared to life and Sam was tearing down the street. 

"Alright this place sells Christmas decorations let's try in here" you told the boys and walked in taking a look around "hi, can I help you folks?" the man at the counter asked "yeah I hope so, we were at the Walshes the other night for couples game night, and I couldn't keep my eyes off their Christmas wreath, it was beautiful and we were really hoping we could get one before Christmas, right honey?" You said a fake smile plastered on your face as you looked to dean "yeah that's right sweetheart, any chance you've got any of them left" dean continued your lie

The man looked confused "I'm sorry I see a lot of wreaths every day, could you be more specific?" You nodded "yeah, it was the most beautiful wreath, it had these green leaves and they had little white buds all over it" the man looked taken back "well aren't you a fussy one" the man said sarcastically , Dean gave the man a hard stare and went to tell him off before you cut him off "yeah I can be, just want the perfect wreath for our first christmas together in our new home" the man nodded and sighed "well it just so happens I know what wreath your talking about, they flew off my shelves in one day, every one loved them so I'm all out actually" sam gave the man a questioning look "the meadowsweet is actually pretty expensive why would you make wreaths out of it?" The man shrugged his shoulders "not a clue, I didn't make em" the man said in his gruff voice "oh really? Who did make them?" You asked him

The man turned to face you " it was Madge Carrigan, nice local lady, she told me these wreaths were so darn a special she was giving them to me, no charge" Dean chuckled knowingly "did you sell them for free too?" The man had a shocked look on his face "hell no, it's Christmas, people would spend money on damn near anything for any price if you slap Christmas in front of it!" The man said loudly looking at dean like he had three heads "that's the Christmas spirit, thanks for your time" you said grabbing Deans hand leading him toward the exit.

Later that night at the motel Dean and Sam were cleaning their  guns while you were in the shower "so what was going on earlier, you guys seemed pretty upset" Sam asked and Dean sighed "it's nothing Sammy we just had a little talk everything's fine" dean told him not wanting to talk about it "Dean come on man, you can talk to me, I'm your brother you don't have to hide anything from me" Sam said wanting Dean to talk "look Y/N was just upset about how much time I have left and when I kept pushing the Christmas thing it just made her feel worse so can we just not talk about it around her" dean said noting the sound of the shower turning off "yeah got it i won't mention it again" Sam said sadly, "alright, you boys ready" you asked coming out of the bathroom a little while later, both boys nodded.

"Alright I think this is the house" sam said "wow can't you just feel the evil" dean joked as he took in the many decorations surrounding the house, you and Sam rolled your eyes as you knocked on the door, a few seconds later a very jolly women opened the door "can I help you?" She asked "please tell me your Madge Carrigan? The genius who made the meadowsweet wreaths?" Dean asked, the women grew a big smile " why yes, that was me, they were most beautiful wreaths weren't they?" She said excitement oozing out of her "they were just beautiful, this one right here seen one the other day, and just hasn’t  stopped talking about it, ain't that right Sammy" Dean said pointing to his giant brother "... oh yeah, totally we were in the store the other day and seen them and they sold out just before we could get our hands on one" Sam told her feigning disappointment 

The women grew a sad look "oh fudge, that's horrible they are just the most sweet smelling wreaths!" She said you nodded your head "they were, we were so disappointed we couldn't get one ourselves, say, you wouldn't have any spares we could buy?" You asked and she kept her sad expression "oh I'm sorry dear, those were the only ones I had for this season, gosh I wish I could give you one!" She said and you held back a snarky 'yeah so you could eat us right up' remark "Mrs Carrigan. may I ask why did you choose to use meadowsweet in your wreaths?" You asked and a man came down in a cheerful sweater with an old fashioned pipe between his lips as she answered "why the smell of course, it's it just the sweetest smell dear?" She asked her husband 

"Oh it is! You haven't smelt anything sweeter than those Christmas wreaths!" The man said with a loud chuckle "definitely not sir" you faked a laugh with them "say would any of you folk care for some peanut brittle?" The man asked handing  the tub of candy out, you saw deans hand reaching for and quickly slapped it away "oh no thanks we're just on our way to dinner, don't want to ruin our appetites, anyway thank you for your time Mr and Mrs Carrigan, hopefully we snag a wreath next year" you say pulling both boys away "oh you will I save one specially for alll of you" Mrs Carrigan laughed as they closed the door, "well that was... disturbing" you said and both boys agreed before Sam was driving back to the motel.

Dean and you were sat on the motel bed sharpening wooden stakes to take out the evil pagans "you find anything yet sweetie?" You asked tossing and other finished stake to your pile before staring another "yeah, so get this, turns out Mr and Mrs jolly lived in Seattle last year, and right around Christmas time, there was a few abductions that took place, sounds identical to what's happening right now. And Bobby's sure that the evergreen stakes will kill them?" Sam asked  before shutting his laptop down, "Oh he's sure, so get helping big guy" dean said throwing Sam a stake to carve. 

It was nine o clock when you the boys were breaking into the empty house "hey look, the furniture still has the wrapping over it, they're obviously planning on ditching town as soon as possible" you said pointing your flashlight at the couch "that's creepy as hell" Dean said as you all made your way to the kitchen "hey guys over here!" Sam whispered loudly, you both went back over to find an unlocked door "must be the basement, let's check it out boys" you told them both as Sam lead the way down the basement, Dean walking behind you, both boys always being protective no matter what

"Oh my god that's disgusting" you said your flashlight pointed to 'santas sack' full of bones and body parts, the bag dripping blood "this places looks more like a butcher's than a freaking basement!" Dean as you took in the sight of blood and bones across the room, "I think there's someone in there!" Sam said worried as he saw the other sack moving, you all rushed to open it but you were grabbed from behind you screamed as the attacker lifted you off your feet 

"Y/N!" Dean yelled and rushed toward you Sam close behind his stake at the ready, you were slammed against the wall, Mrs Carrigan’s crazy  eyes meeting ours "it's very rude to break into people's home now isn't it" she sneered her hand tightening it's grip around your throat cutting off the air from your lungs blurring your vision “get your hands off her or I swear I'll blow your fucking brains out!" dean yelled his gun pointed at the women, Sam moving to sneak behind her with his stake raised before he was whacked in the back of the head, Mr Carrigan coming into view  "now, now it was awfully silly for you all to go snooping where you don't belong wasn't it" the man said slapping deans gun from his hand with unnatural strength "the hel-" dean started but was knocked out with a blow to the head by Madge. 

You stirred awake and looked around finding Dean sat in front of you tied to a chair, his head slumped to the side as he was out "Dean! Wake up" you called for him and heard shuffling from behind him "Y/N! Are you okay?" Sam asked worried "yeah I think so" you rasped out you throat feeling sore "what's going- Y/N! Sammy!" Dean moved quickly to start rushing to break out from the confinements of the ropes "looks like we're dealing with two pagan gods rather than one" Sam said 

"Oh look dear they're awake, goodness we thought you were gonna sleep right through the night" Madge said chuckling as she walked behind her husband "and what? sleep through the party? No chance" dean replied sarcastically "oh he's a funny man then. No boy, see what you lot are, is hunters!" Mr Carrigan  said looking  at all of us in disgust "yeah, and you're  pagan gods so how about we just forget about this and we go our separate ways" dean said and the Cardigans both shook their heads right away "not a chance, you would just go and call all your hunting friends, no your not walking out of here alive" Madge said cheerfully as she pulled out a knife and bowl 

"Guess you should have thought about that before you started eating people!" You demanded "oh don't be like that, we have pulled back from how much we used to eat, we used to take hundreds in a year, and now we only take what two or three?" She turned to her husband "well the three stooges here makes six dear" Mr Carrigan said as he walked to stand next to his wife "now that's not so bad is it, from hundreds to six people a year!" Madge said exasperated "oh well, when you say it like that... it's still horrible, your still monsters!" You said annoyed "you should be showing us some respect, your fate does lie in our hands now doesn't it, hunter" Mr Carrigan sneered at you in a threatening manner

"You touch a damn hair on her head and I swear I'll rip you limb from god damn limb" Dean threatened pulling at his restraints once again "well we're not the ones tied up now are we? so you ought to watch yourself" Mr Carrigan was in deans face as if to intimidate him "or what, your gonna eat us?" Madge perked up with a bright smile on her face "oh no, that comes later first we need to do the rituals" she announced clapping her hands together in excitement 

"Oh we do love a good ritual don't we Madge" the women nodded excitedly "nothing better than a gold ole ritual to get you in the Christmas spirit! We just need some-" "meadowsweet?" Dean questioned, Madge nodded excitedly "oh darn, your all out of your... special meadowsweet wreaths, guess we'll just have to cancel the whole ritual" you rushed out looking at dean who was already looking at you with a worried glint in his eye 

"Oh don't you worry dear, we have some special meadowsweet saved for such occasions!" Madge told you as she put wreaths around your necks "see now don't they look so, oh what's a good word... sweet" Madge said with a devious smile "sweet enough to eat!" Mr Carrigan said as he walked towards you with the knife and bowl "the hell are you doing! Get the fuck away from her" Dean yelled thrashing around in his restraints, Sam trifling against his own to help 

"We're starting with the loud mouth" Mr Carrigan said as he dragged the knife down you arm causing you to scream "Y/N!" "Get off her, I swear I'm gonna kill you, you fucking sons of bitches!" The boys both yelling

You felt slightly dizzy form the blood loss, but you've been hurt far worse than this so your able to stay awake "Can you believe how they talk to us Madge? We're gods! They should be bowing down to us and thanking us for this, it's an honour for you!" Mr Carrigan  said angrily leaning down to Sam "d-don't" Sam started before he yelled out in pain "Sammy!" You and dean yelled

 "you okay?" Dean questioned noticing your face screwed up in pain, don't worry about me I've been hurt worse than this" Madge came and stood before dean "now ya won't feel a pinch dear " she said before slicing down his arm Dean groaned in pain "you fucking bitch!" You screamed thrashing your legs trying to break them from their binds in order to lick the pagan god "oh watch your language in my house! She turned to you "when I really want to say bad words, ya know what I say… 'fudge' it's much nicer to say!" She said and you rolled your eyes "oh I'll try and fudging remember that!" You said exhausted with these peoples act 

"Where are the pliers Madge?" Mr Carrigan asked shuffling through the cupboards "third drawer dear" Madge replied as she placed the bowl of your mixed blood ok the kitchen counter "Ah delightful! I think we'll start with you" and Carrigan said as he came to stand in front of Sam "the hell are you gonna do to me!" Sam demanded, neither of them answered him as they started pulling his nail away, Sam yelled in pain as you and Dean yelled for them to stop "Get off him you fudging lunatics!" Dean yelled still trying to get out of his restraints "oh very good!" Madge said proudly to dean as she plopped  Sam's finger nail in the bloody bowl,

"Your turn" Mr Carrigan said as he looked at you with a sick smile "no- no please.." your begs were muffled as he put the pliers in your mouth and went to pull a tooth out "stop it!" Dean yelled 

Just as the evil pagan was about to rip your tooth out the doorbell rang, they shared a look of frustration before they stopped what they were doing and went to answer the door, leaving you and the boys alone 

“Alright we don’t have much time” Sam said before he was able to wiggle his arm from the restraint and grabbing the blood covered knife from the counter and cutting the rest of his ropes “how the hell did you get out of them” dean whisper yelled as Sam undid his restraints “he hit the rope on my wrist when he was cutting my arm, I just needed them to be distracted” Sam informed you both, as soon as deans restraints were done he was taking the knife from Sam and kneeling in front  of you “how you feeling baby?” He asked making you smile “I’m fine, let’s kill these bastards!” 

“We do apologise for that interruption, now let’s get back to the…” she trailed off turning to her her husband who matched her hard look before hearing a loud bang “careful you nearly took my hand off Dean!” They heard a male voice say from outside the door 

“Dude our evergreen stakes! They’re in the basement” dean said worried knowing the cupboard wouldn’t hold forever when he heard the yells and bangs from the kitchen as Mr and Mrs crazy tried to break free  “yeah I think I’ve got that figured out” you told them as they turned to see what you were staring at… the Christmas tree “god baby your a genius!” Dean said and walked towards the big tree, he started breaking the branches off, just as you each got your own weapons the cupboard snapped and the Carrigans were stood breathing heavy with red angry faces at the doorway

“Oh you rude little… I loved that tree!” She screamed as she rushed attack Dean, you punched her before she could get to him, she turned to give you a sinister smile as she spit a bit of to the floor, she tried to grab you by your neck once more but you were faster, riling to the side so the women stumbled, you heard a groan from beside you that causing your attention, seeing Mr Carrigan on top on dean was enough to distract you, giving the evil pagan the upper hand as she gripped you neck tightly, you scratched at her hands to get her off

As soon as it started it was over,her grip on your neck loosened as the women grew limp, you looked down to see the tree branch through her chest as you coughed uncontrollably , Sam was behind her shoving it in deeper “MADGE NO!” Mr Carrigan yelled, Dean stuck him with his own branch before shoving the limp body to the side and getting up “you two okay?” Dean asked rushing over, “I’m okay, bound to have a sore throat all next week considering lil ole Madge there seemed pretty into choking” you joked causing both boys to laugh “alright we better clean this crap up” Sam said already making his way toward the Carrigans body’s.

Dean had dropped Sam off at the motel while you two went to go grab some take out for Christmas dinner “this was a pretty nasty hunt wasn’t it” dean said and you turned to smile at him  “yeah it was, who’d have thought we’d find evil pagan gods” you joked and turned back to look at the open road, noticing dean slowing baby up and pulling into a dirt road

He turned to face you “hey, so I know you don’t want to do Christmas, and I get it, trust me I do, but I-” he stopped to take a deep breath before continuing “I got you this a while ago and was just finding the right time to give it to you, and now seems as good as any..” Dean confessed, reaching into his pocket to pull out a ring box revealing a beautiful diamond ring “dean?” You questioned tears in your eyes 

“I’m not proposing, we’ll i mean I kind of am, if I wasn’t in this deal sweetheart, I’d be on knee begging you to marry my ass but I don’t want to do that knowing there’s a chance I might not live to marry you, so I’m making a promise, a promise that if by some miracle I get out of this, you and me are getting married, we’ll do the whole nine yards because you deserve nothing better so my question is will you accept my promise?”” dean asked his voice shaky and full of fear as you had tears streaming down your face

You nodded and let out a teary laugh “yeah, I accept your promise Dean” you cried leaning forward to give him a wet kiss on the lips, you pulled apart when it became too hard to kiss because the two of you were smiling so hard “I love you so much sweetheart” he confessed leaning his forehead against yours “I love you too Dean”.

You and dean drive back to the motel after s few pit stops for food and gas, not being able to wipe the smile from your faces, not being able to stop admiring the small but beautiful diamond placed on your ring finger. 

You both walked into the the motel room hand in hand with burgers and fries in a bag, hearing jingle bells play softly in the background and Sam stood smiling at you both, you took in the room and noticed the little Christmas tree sat on the table and the eggnog “Sammy?” Dean questioned his smile growing bigger “what’s all this then?” Sam gave him an obvious look “it’s Christmas, well our Christmas” Sam replied handing you both a cup of eggnog

“Well let’s sit down get eating” Dean said as you all took a seat at the small motel couch “hey what’s that” Sam asked spotting the sparkle in you hand “we’ll we kinda got engaged, well a promise engagement” you told him showing the ring off to the younger Winchester who was smiling at you both “that’s amazing you guys!” He congratulated making you smile 

“I got you both something” Sam confessed pulling out two presents wrapped up in news paper “you didn’t have to do that Sammy” you said with a smile, “I got you something too” dean told him pulling out the presents you two both purchased, “oh wait don’t open anything! I have your presents in my bag” you said quickly running to your duffle and pulling out two cutely wrapped boxes “sweetheart when did you get these? I thought you were against CHRISTMAS at first?” Dean questioned when you handed him his present 

“I was against celebrating… under these circumstances but I always love presents” you told him sitting down once more you all opened you gifts, Sam had gotten you your favourite bottle of vodka, Dean had gotten Sam porno mags to which the younger hunter lit up at “no more pay per view for a while now” you joked, he also got him a bottle of shaving cream, knowing he ran out that morning… because he’d finished it off, Sam got Dean a bottle of oil for Dean and his favourite candy bar “hey, you knew just what I wanted man” dean told him opening up the candy bar 

The boys the  opened your gifts “Y/N, thank you I love it” Sam said moving to give you a hug after  he opened the box of his favourite cologne “no problem sweetie, I know how much you love that stuff 

Dean was next opening up his present “hey that’s awesome, a new gun to add to the collection” dean said excited looking at the silver pistol “hey it’s got my initials!” Thank you sweetheart, I love it” dean told you pulling you into a deep kiss.

You and the boys were all sat on the couch, you on deans lap cuddling into him as home alone played in the back ground, but you couldn’t really focus too much on the movie, only the man who was currently snoozing with his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, thinking of every possible way to save him from his  fate, praying to anyone to save your boyfriend, for now you had to wait and just hope for the best, hope that your boyfriend wouldn’t be ripped to shreds by hell hounds, hope that someone, anyone could save him. For right now you were gonna relish in the feeling of his strong arms around you, of the feeling of his heartbeat, the sounds of his voice because deep down you knew, he couldn’t be saved from this, you just had to cherish the little time left with him. 

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ALL MY OWN WORK I DO NOT GIVE CONSENT TO COPY OR PUBLISH ON OTHER SITES , I.E WATTPAD, ETC, WITHOUT MESSAGING TO ASK FIRST

hi, its been a minute, currently rushing through ideas and trying to write for Sam and Cas but every idea just so happens to accidently turn into a Dean imagine (im sorry sam and cas people!) if you have any ideas you would like to see done please feel free to send in any requests x

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Romantic Mayor, Syntax and Macaque with (Fem)reader giving them the mum face

(Children and having a kid are in this story so there's that warning ig also fun fact baby monkeys are called infants)

Syntax

A good friend of yours asked if you could babysit for them and of course being a friend you agreed but you forgot Syntax was going to come over to visit.

So when Syntax walked inside and was met with you and two kids he didn't know he was surprised to say the least "This far into our relationship and you didn't tell me you've had children?" He joked raising an eyebrow.

The two kids a girl around 7 and a boy 4 years old, the boy was sitting on your lap trying to take the TV remote while the girl just sat in the chair watching the cartoon.

"Instead of being an a- ahem a rude person can you help me for a sec" Syntax couldn't help but laugh at the near slip up and picked up the boy from crawling over you immediately they were distracted and asking syntax to play.

So to help you out he agreed and played a few games most of them the two kids made up on their own mostly inspired by actual games, smiling you turn off the TV and joined in.

It was starting to get to their bedtime so you started to make dinner while Syntax was answering the kids random questions while he and them sat at the kitchen table at some point he got curious about how bad he can lie with his answers.

"Why is your hair green?" The girl pointed at his hair "a frog jumped on my head and it made it turn green" he couldn't help but smile as the two kids gasped.

"Why are you purple?" The girl sat on her knees in the chair and leaned over the table Syntax glanced at you and smirked he leaned over and whispered "Y/n is a spooky witch and when I didn't eat their dinner they turned my skin purple" the two kids gasped.

You obviously hearing him immediately snapped your head to face him and glared immediately he sat straight and chuckled a bit while the two children squealed and sat straight, well trying too.

At least they ate dinner and went to bed with no problems.

Mayor

"Make sure you put your toys away sweetie" you called out as you sat in the lounge room "I will" your six year old daughter called out from the hallway.

Usually 'I will' means 'Im going to forget about it' but the front door opens and your husband walks in the house "Listen to your mother dearest" Mayor chuckles and walks over to you giving you a kiss on the temple.

With a faint "Fine" you hear your daughter put away the blocks she had spread around the hall, though she put up a fuss about it cleaning the blocks up for here was quick and she ran back to the lounge room to give her dad a hug.

"See that wasn't any trouble for you was it dear?" Mayor smiled and picked up the girl as she giggled.

You smiled at the sight Mayor put her down on the couch next to you "What's for dinner?" She asked looking between you and her father, you thought for a moment and said "well I'm open to suggestions" not a second after your daughter jumped up.

"Ohoh! Can we have MacDonald's?" She asked, McDonald's were only for when she gets a award/good grades from school or a fortnight so you didn't hesitate to say "Nope".

But of course she turned to her dad and pulled her biggest puppy dog eyes "But please?" You can see the Mayor visibly consider it but you immediately shut it down with a quick glare.

"Sorry dear but you know the rules now I think we can have some delicious healthy vegetables" the Mayor smiled and strides to the kitchen while your daughter whined letting herself fall onto the couch her head leaning on your arm.

You can remember doing something similar to your parents to you give her a empathetic pat on the head.

Macaque

Macaque wasn't good with children he has no idea what to do around them even holding off swearing is difficult for him so when you had to take care of a friends two year old he awkwardly sat next to you as you tried to entertain him.

Unfortunately for Macaque the toddler was really curious about him but you can't blame him through not every kid sees a humanoid monkey demon.

Macaque was a little confused, worried and a little impressed with the lengths this kid is going to try and walk over to him but you kept dragging the boy back knowing Macaque is a bit uncomfortable around kids.

But kids are slippery and the kid managed to crawl away from you stand up and stumbled over to Macaque, he didn't really mind since he thought it was hilarious that a two year old gave you the slip.

'Maybe human kids aren't that different from the infants at flower fruit mountain' he thought as the kid poked at his fur on the side of his head.

After assuring you it's fine you quickly went out for a second to get some food ready for the toddler, Macaque was alright entertaining the kid all he had to do was let the kiddo run around in circles trying to catch his tail.

Funny enough the little guy grabbed it and had a little victory laugh which also made Macaque laugh using his tail he wrapped it around the kids waist and picked him up making the kid laugh more.

"Oh you like that? What about this?" Macaque turned the kid upsidedown making him squeal and laugh even more Macaque let out an amused huff.

But you walked back in the room seeing Macaque holding a two year old upsidedown "Macaque you can't hold a kid like that the blood will get to his head!" "Whaat? The kids fine he's having a blast" but as soon as you gave him the glare he gently put the kid down.

He made a note though! Don't hold human toddlers upsidedown too long.

[roseboysstuff]

ok so im currently listening to Santa Baby by Ariana Grande(feat. Liz Gillies) and whenever i hear "santa baby" all i sang is "santa daddy" anyways, i want to request a dilf Carlos Olivera (you could also do leon if you're more comfy with that) wearing a santa costume (without the white hair and beard because i think their natural hair color is hotter) punishing the reader for being on his naughty list. any kink is open, make it nasty like incest (which honestly would make it better) okay now that i thought of the incest shit i want the reader's mom to be the one who ask for Carlos/leon to wear the smegsy santa costume (she like bought it or somethn) and she request to have sex with our daddy but daddy refuse becuase he was ✨TiReD✨ then while sleeping he wore the santa outfit and climb to the reader's bedroom window (daddy is commited to the role) and then that is where the smegsy shit starts to happen🤤🤤 anyways now that i read this again before sending i sound soo desperate and lonely (i am T.T)

ps: have a good day ahead and take care of yrslf ❤️

Imma do Leon since I don't write for carlos but this idea is so fucking tasty I also made it incest because the idea stuck in my mind hehe so it's dad/son incest

Leon loved your mom, but some of the requests she came up with to spice up their sex life were interesting. They hadn't had sex for a while, and while she assumed it was just them both being busy and tired, you and Leon knew why. He didn't have time to fuck his wife, when he was busy fucking their son. So when he dressed up like Santa, he didn't get hard from her sitting on his lap, and eventually she gave up and went to bed. Leon wasn't going to join her for a while, however, his mind was elsewhere. You woke up to your window sliding open, and were about to scream, until you saw the familiar blue hue in his eyes. "Dad? What are you doing?" He simply shushed you and continued climbing in through your window. The santa outfit was very comical to you, and certainly not something that would normally look attractive, but he managed to make it look good. He sat on your bed, and in a slightly hushed voice, he said "Why don't you sit on Santa's lap?" You realised what he was doing and instantly felt yourself getting wet at his husky tone. And so you walked over and sat on his lap, getting comfy, feeling his cock against you, hardening quickly. He kept whispering in your ear, that same low, quiet tone sending shivers down your spine. "What does my baby boy want for Christmas, hm? Because I've got something big I want to give you." With that, he moves you so you are facing him, wrapping your legs around his waist, and he pulls the bright red pants down ever so slightly. He's rock hard, and all for you. He reaches inside your pants, and chuckles when he feels the wetness, knowing that despite yourself, you are enjoying seeing him dressed up like this. "You've been a good boy all year, but you're still on my naughty list. So Santa is going to fuck you until you melt, okay?" You're gently lowered onto his cock, and you start bouncing away. One of his hands stays on your hip, the other covers your mouth so your mom doesn't hear what's going on. You're too far gone to care about noise, but he doesn't want his wife to walk in on this scene. His cute little son, riding his cock, it's for his eyes only. And the sight of you cumming on his cock, letting out the smallest of whimpers, as he shoves his fingers into your mouth to keep you quiet, it's the best Christmas present he's ever gotten.

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I did this for Lee knows birthday, but I accidentally deleted everything that was on this account, so I'm re-doing the birthday post.

Birthday surprise

Summary:You've been hiding a secret from Lee Know and the boys.

Genre:Fluff, idol lee know x choreographer fem reader, pregnancy surprise, the rest of skz

I got out of the car with my hands shaking, locking the door.

Breathe y/n he loves you. He wouldn't have asked you to marry him if he didn't

I walked up the stairs to the dorms and knocked on the door

"Hey y/n come it where all in the loungeroom lee know just finished his birthday live" Chan said

"Hey channie," I said walking into the dorms then hugging him

I walked into the loungeroom with Chan following behind

"Hey guys" I said walking to the loungeroom hugging everyone besides chan and minho

"Hey y/nnie" everyone said

I walked over to minho and sat on his lap hugging him

"Hi jagi" minho said hugging me back

"Hi" I said putting my head on his shoulder, yawning

"Are you tired y/n" Felix said

"Mhmm, I had to choreograph a dance for the new girl group jyp is debuting" I said cuddling into minho

"What time did you finish?" I.n said wondering

"12 am," I said, not really caring about the outcome of the boys faces "but anyway, where's the present I got delivered here"

"In the back room" hyunjin said

"Ok can you go get it for me please jinnie" I said while moving from minho lap sitting next to him but still cuddling into him

"Yea, I can I'll be right back" hyunjin said, walking to the back room and getting the present a couple of minutes later he came back with the present "here you go y/nnie" handing me the present

"Thank you jinnie " I said handing it to minho "happy birthday jagi"

"Thank you kitten" minho said kissing me on the cheek

Minho starts opening the present and goes through it taking out stuff that's related to baby's then he saw the positive pregnancy test right at the bottom of the box "j..jagi are you really" minho said turning to me with tears in his eyes

"Surprise baby" I said then minho lunged at me wrapping me up in a hug I could feel a wet substance on my shirt that I was wearing and I knew minho was crying

"Wait, what's happening" everyone said looking confused

Han comes over and peeks at what has made his best friend cry

"Y/NNIE PREGNANT" han tells with a loud voice

"WAIT WHAT WHERE GONNA BE UNCLES" I.n said bouncing around like a kid in a candy shop

"OMG.......wait how far along are you" Chan said looking at me

"7 weeks today" I said rubbing minho's back then he picked up his head off my shoulder

"I love you future Mrs lee" minho said looking at me with tears coming down his face

"And I love you my soon to be husband " I said wiping the tears away that were coming down his face

Minho crashed his lips onto mine then pulled away and moved down to talk to the growing baby that was forming in my stomach

"Hi little one I'm your dad I'm so excited to meet you when you come into the world just know you have 7 amazing uncles that will spoil you and so will your mum and i" minho said in a quiet voice but everyone could here

"We should celebrate the upcoming arrival of straykids" Chan said

"We should" everyone but Chan said

"Oh, and I told jyp about the pregnancy, and he said to wait until I'm in my 2 trimester to announce it to the fans just because we don't know if there's gonna be issues" I said to the boys

"Yea its probably the better option" Felix said

"But other than that let's celebrate" seungmin said

While the boys went and got dressed me and minho were still sitting on the couch

"I love you jagi" minho said

"I love you too " I said cuddling into minho

Everything happens for a reason the boys and y/n can't wait to meet the new addition to the straykids family