#for reference I’m trying to write little one shots from each of the prompts so all this is completely overkill

[read-write-thrive]

I wanted to get a head start on palasaki week and now I’m building out a reverse AU. why do I keep doing this to myself I can’t keep starting new stuff without finishing the old stuff 😭

[descendantsramblings]

I’m sorry if this doesn’t make any sense or sounds weird😭 but can u write morgie x glinda the good witch’s daughter and there’s like a “pink goes good with green” moment? I’m sorry if that doesn’t make sense😖😖

No you made perfect sense, sweetheart! Even if it didn’t I’d find something to do with your prompt and let you tell me you hated it and want me to try again if I didn’t get your vision. This is a cute prompt, I’m excited to use it.

Also as per her wiki page, Glinda is a sorceress and not actually a witch so I had such silly idea for this, I love it. Thank you so much for the request anon.

Also, something about them is giving me season 3 Jancy vibes and I adore it, anyway.

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Morgie le Fay x Reader

Pronouns used: she/her/hers

Summary: the most unlikely of students somehow ended up on the yearbook committee and tasked with their own page in it

Warnings: I swear like once, this one is honestly really sweet and fluffy and honestly a little bit (lot bit) cheesy

Word Count: 2.4K

    As luck would have it, Merlin Academy’s walls only held two students who happened to be the children of sorcerers. Ironically though, as the school’s requirements for every junior to have at least one extra curricular would have it, both young sorcerers were on the yearbook committee. Morgie le Fay made one hell of a photographer, no one in the school could argue on that and (Y/n) was possibly the best journalist the school had seen. No one should have been shocked that the two would be paired together on the magic section of the yearbook. I mean, in a school made for magic, you’d only want the best for the pages about it. And don’t get him wrong, Morgie loves magic. He loves being a sorcerer and he’s excited to have a whole two pages dedicated to sorcery. But to work with (Y/n)? He’s not as sure he’s excited about that, actually there’s this odd feeling floating around in his gut as he thinks about it. Not one he seems to be able to recognize and that drives him crazy.  

    The bubble of pink joy that was the school’s only sorceress seems to float around the place, the movements being nearly mesmerizing. It’s oddly similar to her mother and Morgie can’t help but find some sort of jealousy in it. How was it seemingly so easy for her to connect into her mother’s energy and magic when he never felt like he deserved his own mother’s legacy? It was this mind boggling thing that seemed to leave him staring and unsure as to what caused it. Like she was something to be studied in his mind. 

   Not that that matters though, how could it when she’s perched in the seat next to him, bubbling off ideas as she talks with her hands. The scent of her sweet perfume taking an overwhelming amount of his attention as she nearly beams at him. Bright features filling up the space at their two person table top as they workshop different layouts for the opening pages. They have a base idea for the layout, and a good grasp on when he needs to pop into classes such as “Caring for Magic Creatures” and “Honors Alchemy” to get good shots. But moving on to do their page seems to put both teens at pause, eyes flickering over each other as if begging the other person to make the first decision.

   Morgie finds himself speaking first, words coming out on a groan that he hopes sounds playful, “Well, with the way we dress our spread is going to be a visual nightmare to put together.” It causes the sorceress across from him to scrunch her brows, “What do you mean?” With a vague gesture that seems somewhere close to a wave he references to both of their outfits, “Well you know the green and gold with the pink and silver. Totally clashes, it’ll be a nightmare to take pictures of.” It earns him a giggle, her head shaking as she smiles at him, “No it’ll look great, pink goes great with green, they’re complimentary colors. Trust me, we’ve got this.” Something in him begs to argue with her, but he can’t. Not when she’s looking at him like that. 

   So he nods, pulling the notebook in front of him closer with a smile, “Well then, Madam Good Witch, what are you thinking of writing on this page?” She smiles, looking at him as she absent-mindedly doodles little flowers in the margins of her notebook, “Well, obviously we need to explain what makes being a sorcerer different from other magic users, then I was thinking we could talk about our mothers’ legacies. You know, a good magic versus black magic sort of thing.” Morgie hates the idea, the last think he wants to do is praise his mother and her legacy, but surely that’s what Madam Jinx is looking for. And when the bright bubble beside you looks so excited she seems like she might burst, how do you tell her no? So he smiles, teeth on shy display and nods, giving into exactly what she wants from him. What else was there for him to do? ・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・     Morgie le Fay was no idiot, his camera obviously had a timer, there was no need for anyone else to take his picture. But when she asked to do it, bouncing on her toes with that bright smile, how could he say no? How could Morgie do anything but slide the strap of the camera over her head and gently position her hands over his most prized possession? He’s got his hands on top of hers, holding his camera as he points it towards the school, coaching her through how to use it. She’s smiling, soft giggles escaping her lips as she follows his instructions. Bodies seeming to find a comfortable temperature in the January air against one another.  “Okay, now you feel that little wheel at the top of the left side? Slide it until the words on the sign are legible.” She nods, following his instructions, her thumb brushing over his in a ghostly fashion with each movement. “Okay, now what?” “Now, press the button that I put your right index finger on.” He hears the shutter click, her finger dipping down under his as he puts the lightest pressure on it. “There you go! Now, when you do it for pictures of me, you won't need to focus it in as far, just make sure I’m not blurry and you can handle the rest. I believe in you.”

   (Y/n) feels slightly cold as Morgie pulls away from her, letting one hand drop from the camera as she pulls it lower on its strap. Her eyes set on watching the boy walk to stand in front of the cobblestones beside them, setting up a blank backdrop for their photos. She’s studying him, taking in his green button up and gold scarf, leather clinging to his arms in a way that should clash with the rest of his outfit but instead makes it oddly dashing. With a smile pressed over his lips as he eyes her up and down. “You know, you need to hold the camera up to take my picture, right?” “Right, yeah,” and she lifts it back up, focusing the camera in on him, just to drop it again, “Hold on.” The girl's mary janes make a sweet little tapping sound on the concrete as she approaches him, slow and gentle as if she’s sure he’ll startle off like a hurt animal, “Just let me-" A hand comes up to Morgie’s face, softly sweeping a few stray hairs back into the shellacked style he tends to keep it in. “There, that’s better,” she hums, smile laying sweetly on her lips as she backs away, returning to  her former spot as she holds the camera back up. Angling it back to his face and twisting the focus ever so slightly. A lip slipping between her teeth to mask her prideful smirk as she realizes the boy is suddenly a twinge more pink than he was when she first went to take his photo, but what was it she said? Pink goes good with green, doesn’t it? She smiles to herself, letting the shutter of the camera click as she captures that boyish smile and his freshly fixed hair eternally. 

    “Okay, I want to take one more, do you want to do a different pose?” He hums, propping a leg up against the wall and bringing a hand to rest on the back of his neck, the other settling on his stomach. “How’s this?” It earns him another one of those bubbly giggles, the girl softly shaking her head, “If you’re going to pose like that, your face better give me attitude, le Fay.” “Oh, I have attitude, don’t you worry about that.” With dramatics he’s tossing his scarf over his shoulder, giving her a once over with a cheeky smirk on his lips, as if he knows he's being outrageously flamboyant. Then the boy lets his face fall to a smolder but from the glint in his eyes, you can feel the way he’s trying not to laugh, something about the mix is nearly intoxicating and (Y/n) finds herself taking two pictures of it, one of him smoldering and one when the dam finally breaks and he can’t stop himself from laughing. His posture falling to be so relaxed as he leans, hand on his stomach coming to clutch it as if that will help him recollect himself, and he just looks beautiful. She can’t help but question if it would be weird of her to ask if she could keep this one for herself. Just a little memory for the road, right? 

   “Alright,” he’s catching his breath as he reaches an arm out to her, “It’s my turn, give me my camera.” She slides the strap off of her neck as she approaches him, handing it back as she turns to take his former place against the wall. “And if I had to give attitude, you better be able to bring it, (Y/n).” Both teens share this cheesy smile for a moment, then Morgie winks, and backs away from her, “I’m serious, you better pose for me.” 

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

    When they first got this assignment, any time that Morgie didn’t spend with his friends or in required yearbook committee meetings, he was with (Y/n). Answering questions about his mom and her legacy for (Y/n)’s half of the work for their magic spread or eventually, just letting himself exist in her presence. Watching movies or reading trashy tabloids together while they did a face mask. Whatever kept him in her presence worked for him. They made an unlikely duo, Morgie was well aware of that, but something about her made him feel at peace. As if he was safe with her. But that was January and February, when deadlines didn’t hang over them as if threatening to fall and crush them. Now as flowers begin to take up every bush on campus and the snow is finally gone, meetings have doubled and Morgie can’t seem to find enough time outside of the dark room. Or if he does manage to get out of the dark room -and not have plans with the other villains- (Y/n) is too busy hunched over a type writer or a notepad for him. Considering he didn’t know how he felt about her two months ago, he seemed oddly lonely without her presence. 

    To say that Morgie got too attached would be the understatement of the year. Through every bubbling giggle and gentle brush of her fingers the sorcerer went from being unsure about her to absolutely infatuated with her. She felt safe, of course he craved that, but there was something else. Something intoxicating about her that he couldn’t help but to crave. Morgie should be embarrassed, he shouldn’t feel this way about her at all, and yet, all he can think about is asking her to the end of the year formal. About a pink tie with his dark suit and a sparkling gown accompanying her glowing complexion. There was nothing to take his mind off of it when he was alone in the dark room like he was now, and he knew better than thinking about his friends like that. At least, he thinks that she’s his friend. The boy shakes his head, as if the motion can clear his thoughts, hanging up the last of the photos that needs to develop so it can dry. He needed to get out of the dark room, maybe go find Hook or someone else who could occupy the quiet spot in his mind.

    He doesn’t expect anyone to be in Madam Jinx’s room when he slips through the door, but to say the sorceress standing over that table was a disappointment would be a lie. He smiles, idling up behind her to peer over her shoulder, eyes flickering over her late night work. Pictures of the two of them are laid out around her, as well as her paragraphs on both of their mothers and what a sorcerer is. She’s moving the slips of paper seemingly aimlessly around the scrap book paper in front of her, the pages a muted yellow tone that matched the rest of that year’s "Excalibur" to a t. “What are you doing in here this late?” He keeps his voice soft, careful not to scare her as he lets his hands come to rest on either side of his friend. Effectively trapping her between himself and the surface before her. (Y/n) slightly jumps at the sound of his voice, taking in a sharp inhale as she does. “Don’t scare me like that.” He whispers a sorry in her ear, leaning over her shoulder to look at the pages. 

    “Try alternating the pictures and the bodies of text, and put the explanation of what a sorcerer is over the top of both pages.” She hums, tilting her head as she picks up the pieces just to drop them back down again, “Show me?” Morgie picks up the picture of him smiling, just to move it aside and grab the picture of him smoldering. “First of all, I look better in this one,” there’s a teasing tone hanging off of his words as he places the photo a centimeter away from the outer edge of the left piece of scrapbook paper. Next, shifting the writing about Morgana over until it’s about two centimeters from the inner edge, the words lower down as to avoid any overlap. He does the opposites with her pictures and the information about Glinda, leaving an open space between their two photos with either body of text next to one another. Finally, he takes the paragraph on what a sorcerer was, letting it fall between their pictures, “There, how’s that?”

   He leans a little further off of her as he speaks, watching as she tilts her head from side to side, taking it in. Then, with that picture perfect smile but no warning she turns on her toes to face him, making Morgie suddenly deeply aware of how close the two of them happen to be. She doesn’t pay it any mind though, smiling up at him with a hand slipping onto his cheek, “Morgie le Fay, you might just be a genius, do you know that?” He's not sure if it's the praise or the physical contact, but suddenly he can’t seem to control himself. Not with the way she’s smiling at him and the feeling of her soft palm against his face. Morgie finds himself leaning into her lips, eyes fluttering shut as he kisses her. The motion is soft and gentle and just as he realizes what he’s doing, he goes to pull away. (Y/n) starts kissing back though, her other hand coming up to his neck and pulling him ever so slightly closer, effectively keeping the boy against her lips. He’s still the first to pull away though, eyes fluttering open as he looks down at her flustered little smile and half lidded eyes. “I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me, I-” But she laughs, cutting him off as she softly rubs his cheek with a smile, “It’s just like I told you Morgie, pink goes good with green.”

[chatterbox-73]

Twelve days of Smutcember 2022.

Day 4 - Cold shoulder.

Jean Kirsten x fem!Reader

This story is a smut story for Smutcember, I’ll be writing more characters x reader one shots for Smutcember and if you want to see a character please let me know...

finally I think it’s important to note, I might be a person who celebrates Christmas, however I know not everyone does so I won’t/try not to mention or reference any particular festive holiday in these one shots, out of respect for everyone.

You must be 18 years or older to read this...

🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞

Summary/prompt: “I’m going to f*cking ruin you”

Word count: 1.9k

CW: anal, fingering, unprotected s3x, swearing, hate-s3x, enemies to ‘friends’, drinking alcohol, arguing and name calling.

You sat at the table drinking a large pint of beer, you grumbled to yourself as you watched the tall blonde Marleyan woman suck up to the higher ups, offering them some fancy wine. “Oh y/n… why not come over and have some wine” yelena smiled and held up the bottle, “I’d rather not… who knows what you Marleyan cunts could have done to that grape juice” you growled turning your nose up at the woman and she frowned, “after all this time you still don’t trust us…?” The woman walked over to you and placed a glass of wine in front of you, taking a sniff and looking down at it “smells like monkey piss…” you snarled and knocked the glass off the table only to have it shattered into pieces, you stood to your feet and looked Yelena in the eyes, “listen Yelena… why don’t you take one of your fancy wine bottles and shove it right up your a-“ you were then cut off by someone wrapping an arm around your neck and covering your mouth. “Woah wine party how cool” you heard you Commander’s voice, “section Commander L/n, why didn’t you come get me?” Hange started to pull you out of the room and into the corridor where most of the other scouts were, “now why are you starting fights with her?” They questioned and you huffed ignoring the question “you can’t hate them forever” they sighed and you chuckled, “watch me” you snapped. Hange looked amongst the group of scouts and landed on Jean, “Kirsten, take feisty pants home and make sure she stays out of trouble” they pushed you towards Jean, they knew the two of you absolutely hated each other, however they had this weird little theory, “oh, come on hange… I was planning on having a good night” he groaned and grabbed your arm before you’d try run “I don’t need a babysitter, besides I also had very important plans too… I was hoping to drink myself into a stupor” you rolled your eyes and tried to pull away from Jean, only to be yanked back. The two of you walked back to your house, both grumbling about your ruined nights, getting inside your house you kicked your boots off and staggered over to your drink cabinet, Jean stepped inside and looked around the very clean, nicely decorated house, “take your dirty fucking shoes off” you growled as you plopped down on the couch, the man jumped at your tone before slipping off his boots and placing them by the front door, “this is a really nice place… I honestly expected you to live in a sty” he sat on the armchair next to a large bookshelf, “yeah well, I like to keep things clean… this place, is also the place I was gonna live in with…” you stopped talking before looking down at the half empty bottle of whiskey and opened it taking a large drink, Jean nodded “why still live here? This place is just turning you into a miserable drunk” he sigh and to this you glared at the man, “because the man I loved bought this place for me… so we could live together” you placed the bottle down and crossed one leg over the other. “You obviously don’t know how it feels to being loved… as Mikasa is still trying to crawl up on Eren… but I’d do anything to hold onto his love for me” you snapped at the man sitting across from you and watched as his face changed from a calm, slightly smug expression, to one of burning rage, “ohhh… now that’s a scary face… don’t let her see that, it’ll push her further into Eren’s arms” you chuckled and was suddenly yanked off the couch by the scruff of the shirt, you wanted to say more smart-ass remarks but thought again. “You stupid drunken bitch!” Jean yelled in your face, you let out a chuckle and grabbed his wrists “come on I was only playin’ horse face” you smirked, before you were shaking slightly, “shut the fuck up for once… you know what if Moblit saw you right now, he’d fallen out of love with you on the spot… though I guess by now your used to loneliness” he snapped and you felt a lump in your throat, because you knew it was true…

Moblit would despise the women you’ve become and no one else wants you around because you are nothing but a sad drunk, “let go of me before I break your fucking wrists” your grip on his wrist tightened and Jean’s eyes softened at the hurt on your face, “I- I’m sorry… how about I make you something to eat?” He asked and loosened his grip, “I’m sorry too… I shouldn’t have said those things…” you softly smiled and pulled away “…and you’re right, I am lonely but I think I’m fine with that” you said with tears in your eyes, you were lying, you weren’t fine with it but it was too late now. You began walking towards your bedroom but were stopped, Jean grabbed your arm and pulled you back towards him, he wrapped an arm around your waist and tangled anything in your hair, “it’s not fine, I know it’s not… because I’m just as lonely as you” he looked down at you, watching you tried to pull away from him, “let me cook you something to eat, maybe that’ll make us feel better” he suggested and you shook your head, “I have no food to cook, now let go and leave” you snapped before finally breaking from his grip, “I’m not some replacement and neither are you” you glared at him, Jean blinked at you for a moment “of cause not… someone like you could never replace Mikasa” he chuckled and you only clicked your tongue. “Fuck you Kirsten” you flipped him off, Jean grabbed your hand “stop being so damn rude, like fuck… no wonder nobody wants you around” he snapped at you gripping your hand really tight, “well it’s no wonder she doesn’t want you… you pompous twat… you’re alway going to be a walking second place metal” you placed your other hand on his chest and tried to push him away, “I’m so much better then him… she just doesn’t know it yet” he grabs you other hand and yanked you closer to him, getting right in your face, “if you were ‘so much better’ then him… why isn’t she already with you” you whispered and smiled, suddenly you fell to the ground with Jean on top of you.

“Let me show you how much better I am” Jean growled and you chuckled, “so you know that’s pretty damn cheesy, plannin’ on ‘making love’ to me… but alright go now then” you laughed in his face “no… I’m not gonna making love to you… I despise you…” he smirked and before you could ask what he had in mind, he flipped you onto your stomach, “I’m going to fucking ruin you” he whispered as he pulled off your pants. “You’ve been a real pain in my ass ever since we first met in the 104th cadet corps… now I’m going to be a pain it your ass” Jean laughed while messily undressing you, you laid on the floor naked chest pressed to the cold wooden ground and hips high in the air, you heard Jean’s pants being unbuckled before you felt him rub something wet against your asshole, “you sure you still want this” he said as he rubbed spit on his throbbing length, “yeah I want it… it’s alright if your too scared to go through with it” you looked back and felt your breath catch in your throat once you caught sight of the man behind you. Jean had his shirt off and his unbuckled pants sitting low on his hips, he rubbed his hard member as he watched your backside closely, he spread your cheeks before spitting a large drop of saliva on your tight ring, you moan out eyes focused on his next move, he then leaned up on his knees and pressed his member into you, it hurt and he struggled but you both persisted until you found that sweet stretch. “Oh fuck, it’s some tight… I feel like you’re gonna snap it right off” Jean moaned as he found his rhythm, you whined still trying to get use to him, “give me a minute… please… dear god” you cried out, this however only spurred him on more, the man held your hips tight as he thrusted his tip rough and fast, he groaned and moan out “holy fuck… you look so fucking beautiful like this, you sweet ass is heaven sent” he moaned as he squeezed the fat of your ass cheek in his hand, you felt a tightness in your core from his words, you hadn’t expected this to feel so physical good and emotional satisfying. “Jean… can I asked you something” you asked in a small voice, it was so quiet he almost didn’t hear you, he stopped his movements and leaned down to you, pressing his chest against your back “yeah, am I being too rough?… you want me to be quiet?…” he asked as you felt your chest tighten, “can you hold me close? And umm… and keep say that stuff to me… please” Your face heated up and you heard him chuckle softly, “alright, beautiful girl” he hummed as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you up with him, Jean continued his rough and fast pace while tracing his fingers down your stomach and down to your clit, you moaned softly at the gentle circles his fingers traced, it was a stark contrast to his thrusts, “what a sweet voice, moan my name” he whispered before he licked your ear, you cried out his name and gripped onto his arm around your shoulders that was holding you up. “Jean please… I’m so close… just a little more” you whined and feeling him twitch inside you, his fingers tracing your clit stopped and moved to your entrance before slipping in and instantly matching Jean thrusts, your head fell back on his shoulder as you came undone, Jean groaned and pressed his face into your neck as he released on your lower back, he let go of around your shoulders and watched as you fell forward, you felt your eyes go heavy before you completely lost consciousness.

Jean sat on your bed watching you sleep peacefully, he looked around the room and noticed a large pile of papers and opened envelopes on your bedside table, he grabbed the top paper and began writing over it, it reads…

~~~

To my dear y/n

My love runs deeper then river; you set my heart alight; I couldn’t without your soft voice… without your gentle touch… without your warm heart… without your sincere eyes… I couldn’t live without you, I’d rather die then live a solemn loneliness without you.

You are my heart, my breath, my life…

I will love you always.

~~~

Jean sighed as he finished reading the letter, he noticed at the very bottom of the paper was dried up wet spots where your tears probably hit the paper, he placed the letter back and turned to look at you, once you lost Moblit you became a hollow shell of who you once were… gone were the days you’d sit with Connie and Sasha for hours laughing and joking, gone were the moments where you’d braid Mikasa hair, or annoyed him and Eren, or play chess with Armin… you were no longer yourself, you no longer had purpose. Jean decided in that moment he’d help you get back to your former self, or at least something close to who you use to be, “I’ll help you… I’ll be there for you, you annoying little shit” the man laid down in the bed next to you and cuddled into you.

Day 3: The pleasure of presents - Kei Tsukishima

Day 5: Roasty Toasty - Dabi/Toya Todoroki x Reader

Smutcember masterlist.

[mikaaki]

prompt : high school au where y / n is dating ajax

characters : ajax / tartaglia / childe

notes : brainrot idk i just have to write something

ajax is a popular kid. no doubt and no arguments

he’s definitely on some kind of sports team. i’m voting swim team , probably varsity tbh

he’s one of those guys who is friendly with everyone , but will definitely fight people over stupid shit

he’s definitely interesting !

very family orientated. constantly talking about his siblings

he gets good grades without even trying. he’s just lucky or something because no way -

parties a lot. he’s at so many , you don’t understand how he has time for school and sports

he wasn’t exactly interested in dating , especially since most people just saw him as eye candy rather than a person

but you , however , were an exception. best friends since childhood !

you were his closest friend for years. he liked you before he even knew what crushes were

being friends for years , you guys knew everything about each other. somehow , that didn’t include the obvious fact that the two of you had feelings for each other

it wasn’t until teucer outted his feelings towards you

speaking of ! his siblings absolutely adore you. they refer to you as ajax’s partner , whether you two were dating or not. eventually they start referring to you as a sibling

he’s super protective of you

he doesn’t tolerate anyone shit talking or messing with you

he leaves little love notes on your desk and then pretends he doesn’t know where they came from

❝ oh my archons , wowwww y / n. what is that? :0 ❞

a major tease👎

he openly teases you in front of your friends his friends

prefers to bully you in front of your friends because he thinks it’s funny to see you try to explain to your friends that he’s lying or whatever

makes sure to respect your boundaries. if you don’t like his teasing , he’ll only do it in public

he spoils you all the time

if he thinks you want something , he’ll go out of his way to do all the research and get the best version of it for you

he always offers to help you with any work you struggle with

loves you so much oh my god

takes you on dates as often as he can

he takes so many pictures of you omg

an album with 1000+ pictures

the majority of his camera roll is just you

tbh so many of your friends thought you two were dating when they first met you

❝ are you guys playing a prank on me or something?? ❞ - hu tao

no one was shocked when you two started dating

you both probably tried to keep it hidden at first , but someone scaramouche found out and told everyone

very fluffy relationship , he’s so <333

a / n : i’ll totally write a one shot if you guys want <3

[vv0lta]

Whump Month: Day 3, Infirmary

Once again, I am here with my stream of consciousness bullcrap and an OC (Close, a sleep ghoul, Papa doesn't refer to her by name) you've never seen before that stems from lore I haven't explained. Nor has this been beta'd, and it's late again. But here you go! It is here! Thank you so much to @cryptickidney for further prompting me on what I should write for this one (also credit to it for Beau who was mentioned in Day 2's fic, I forgot to tag you sorry boo <3). As always this is for @cirrus-ghoulette’s Whump Month, go check out everyone else's tasty tasty whump while you're at it. Relationship: Implied Secondo/OC Summary: Secondo is having an awful pain day, and pushes away the only person trying to help. Word Count: 1,599 (shorter than usual, my sincerest apologies.) Rating: Gen

“Papa.”

The voice from beside him shot needles into his mind, digging them deeper as the soothing blackness of his eyelids shone brightly red at the sound of curtains being torn open. He mustered a groan, guttural at the back of his throat that implied a warning no words could detail.

“Papa, you have been in bed all day,” the voice spoke again, insistent, but quieter - so graciously quiet, he could listen to her all day. “You have more than just myself worried.”

If the mere thought of turning over to face her didn’t make his entire body tense, he might’ve done so to make a point, but as it stands (which he very much refused to do, anything but horizontal at that moment in time would’ve certainly been agony) he could do little more than crack a single eye open, glaring pointedly at her golden visage from behind crusted lashes. She was difficult to look at on most days, simply existing too brightly for him to look directly at her - he was half of the mind to demand Sunshine relinquish her name, but that ghoul was impossible to demand anything of - but standing there in the direct sunlight, the rays caressing each lock and curl of her hair, painting her in the warmth of the outside that he’d so vehemently hidden himself from, it made her impossible to focus on without a searing pain burning behind his eye.

But all the same, he smiled. She had the ability to do that, get him to smile, just as she had the ability to knock him clean out on his worst nights by simply being present. Just as she had the ability to convince him to do almost anything.

Almost being the key word.

“I am not moving, dormita,” Secondo protested, closing his eye once more as if to say that the conversation was finished before it had begun. “Not a soul is worried for me, you just wish they were.”

He noted her exhale, that same stubborn ‘I’m not done with you’ noise that usually accompanied an indignant arm-cross, and a swish of her tail. And he wondered when he had allowed himself to become so familiar with someone other than himself, when he had begun noticing the little details that didn’t even require him his sight to observe. Or more accurately, he began to wonder when he had become his brother. His brother who did not attach himself to many, but gave attention equally in spite of it, who never missed a detail about a person no matter how little time was spent with them. Who didn’t worry, per se, but would’ve noticed his absence, and was almost certainly the one to mention it. It almost amused him, the way he and his brothers would scorn one another, were known for bickering, and yet when it came down to it, they were still brothers at the end of the day. 

Or if not his brother, then the Cardinal perhaps - Copia, the little thing that had more than lived up to his name in the past few years, absorbing traits and quirks from all those around him, including (if, infuriatingly) Primo’s observancy. The Cardinal was particular about knowing the whereabouts of people within the Ministry, it was a strange habit that (once again, Secondo noticed his own habit of noticing, and scowled inwardly at himself) he had taken up, knocking on closed doors just to know who was there. And he had a strange knock, too, a ‘rat-at-at’ followed by a ‘tat’ that betrayed him immediately, and was likely something Secondo had missed hearing earlier in the day - or was it yesterday by now? - that had set the Cardinal on edge. Yes, if it were not Primo that had sent his sonno to his aide then it was surely the Cardinal. “Alpha worries for you,” she said matter-of-factly, and the bed dipped beside him. “He asked me eight separate times at supper - last night, by the way - if you were taking visitors.”

If he had the energy to scoff, he would’ve, in favour though he mumbled, “Taking visitors, you speak as though I am gravely ill.”

Which didn’t feel far from the truth, not with how he shied away from the light that still poured through the open curtains, and the heat that rolled in from the window had immediately clung to him, sheening his forehead and making the bedclothes feel oppressive and heavy. Or with how the single, simple act of turning his head made his brain pulse in his skull, threatening to burst forth through flesh and bone to finally free itself.

Quite frankly, he felt like steaming shit.

But it wasn’t something he’d readily admit aloud, let alone to himself. He told himself when he could, when he had the wherewithal to reassure himself rather than giving into his own cynicism, that he was better than this, that this wasn’t normal for him and that he was simply having a worse day than the last. That normally, on a skin-prickling, sunglasses-worthy day he would pick himself up out of bed fuelled by sheer pride and would get on with life, business as usual, even if that self-assuring lie rarely made it past his mind-gritted teeth, and even more than if he ever believed it.

Worse and worse days were happening, as of late, and as much as the lie could do for him, he couldn’t deny that he’d been giving in. Spending days upon days nestled into his bed with the curtains all but sewn closed and the door bolted (begging the question of how in Hell did she let herself in, but only begging the question when one could be bothered to get on their knees) rotting in his skin because what else better was there to do? Existence was agony, and company was excruciating. Because at least decomposing alone in the dark he could pretend to be the only person (semi) alive, with no responsibilities he was shirking and not a soul he was disappointing by refusing to get up and live. But the mere presence of another soul, of the ghoul sat on the bed’s edge beside him where he knew she had her hands hovering, waiting for instruction or permission to do anything for him, made him feel like the worst sinner to walk the earth bare-footed. Because how dare he do only what he could manage to do when everyone else was out there, and living, and pulling his weight when he dropped the slack because he was just too weak to push through.

Fuck. How he hated himself.

“I do think that it may be of some benefit for you to visit the infirmary?” She suggested, though the way her voice lilted seemed to morph the suggestion into a request.

That lit the fire beneath him, though. “No. Absolutely not.” Because wouldn’t that just be the final nail in his coffin? Admission of weakness, of inability, of laziness. He couldn’t bear the thought of baring himself, body and soul to the eyes of someone who would only see him as a failure, as a decrepit, deteriorating old fool. No, he couldn’t allow it. In fact, why was he allowing her to see him in such a state? Why should she witness him, laid vulnerable? What right did she have? “But, Papa-”

“Why are you still here?” He snapped, eyes shooting open and redirecting the missile-needles from his retinas into her. “I told you no.”

Her brows drew together, a penny-drop shift in expression that had her tail fall low to the ground, “I only thought it best that-”

“Then it would be best you didn’t think, from now on,” he growled, leaning up into her face, never tearing his eyes from hers. “Thoughts and ideas are for us to have, and ghouls to receive, do you understand?”

She was frozen, for just a moment, not a single hair shifting as if she’d been petrified.

“Do you understand?” Papa hissed, louder, but not quite to the threshold of yelling, but it was enough to jolt her into action, frantically nodding her reply. “Then leave me.”

She was gone as quickly as she’d arrived, the heart-shaped paddle at the end of her tail disappearing last through the crack in the door before it was clicked quietly closed behind her. And Secondo was able to let out a breath that he hadn’t realised he’d trapped in his chest. The moment his eyes slipped closed once more, laying back down into the comfort of his pillows he felt guilt bloom in his throat. But as much as he wished to pen an apology, composing his thoughts as cohesively as he could to explain himself to her, his head just wouldn’t let him.

It blared at him for even daring to move, expanding and contracting, he could hear the way his blood gushed in his ears, sloshing around his brain and it was nauseating enough that he daren’t think. He focused instead on the soft feeling of the sheets beneath his hands, and the cool air on his legs where the covers had ridden up. Sensations that didn’t overwhelm him with the urge to vacate his skin, ones that kept him present and distracted as best he could from the entrappings of his pain-addled mind. It wouldn’t let him sleep, not without intervention that he’d just scared away, but at the very least it would let him rest. 

And perhaps…perhaps tomorrow, if he was no better, he would consider making the trek to the infirmary.

[kjack89]

Cast a Spell on You

For @themiserablesmonth Day 15: Magic.

Modern AU, developing E/R.

Read on AO3.

Grantaire didn’t even wait for Joly to open to his apartment door all the way before brushing past him, a panicked look on his face. “I did something stupid,” he announced.

Joly just managed to not roll his eyes. “It must be a day ending in ‘y’,” he murmured as he closed the door.

Grantaire gave him a look. “For once in my life, I’m being completely serious.”

Joly gave him an appraising look, heading into the kitchen to put the kettle on. “Ok, well, if you’re coming to me about it, either it’s medical or it’s too weird for you to be going to Combeferre about it, so since I don’t see any active bleeding—”

“I don’t know if weird is the right word for it,” Grantaire hedged, “but given your predilection for, y’know, magnetism and whatever the fuck else—”

Joly scowled. “There is scientific basis—”

“Joly, I love you, but you have no earthly idea how much I do not care right now.”

Though Joly’s scowl deepened, he didn’t bother trying to continue, instead giving Grantaire a measured look. “So you did something stupid.”

Grantaire jerked a nod. “Supremely, unbelievably stupid.”

Joly’s eyes narrowed. “What did you do?”

Grantaire took a deep breath before blurting, “I cast a spell on Enjolras.”

“You—what?”

“I cast a spell on Enjolras,” Grantaire repeated, a little desperately. “A love spell, to be specific. And I’m pretty sure it worked.”

Ten minutes later, they were both sitting at the kitchen table, a mug of tea in front of each man, though Joly had been kind enough to slip a bit of brandy into Grantaire’s. “Ok, so let’s start at the beginning,” he said bracingly. “You cast a spell on Enjolras?” Grantaire nodded miserably. “Seeing as how you’re not a character out of, I don’t know, Harry fucking Potter, how exactly did you manage this?”

Grantaire sighed. “So I was at the library,” he started.

Joly blinked. “Why were you at the library?”

Grantaire gave him a dirty look. “Because I wanted to check out a book, Joly, what the fuck else would I be doing at the library?”

Joly snorted into his tea. “I don’t know, I just can’t really picture you reading.”

“Do you think I pull all the classical references I make out of my ass, or…?”

Joly ignored him, instead prompting, “So you were at the library.”

Grantaire nodded. “Right. And they had this whole display up for Halloween, with all kinds of books. And one was this massive fucking thing, labeled something like the Omnomnomicon or something.”

That took Joly a moment to decipher. “Necronomicon, maybe?”

Grantaire just waved a dismissive hand. “Whatever the fuck it was. So I had a few hours to kill, and I figured, why the fuck not, you know?” He took a pull of his tea and made a face. “At first I was going to just try something dumb, but then I thought, what the hell, if I’m going to try something, I might as well benefit from it. So I was flipping through to find a spell for instant wealth because, you know, inflation, but I flipped to the wrong page and instead I landed on, well…”

He trailed off and Joly nodded slowly. “A love spell.”

“Yeah,” Grantaire said. “And, uh, well, again, it’s not like I believed any of this was actually going to work, so I figured, why the fuck not.” He jerked a shrug. “Besides, it was pretty uncomplicated, all I needed was a few candles, some chanting, and a glass of red wine, which I happen to have, y’know, a lot of.”

“So you lit the candles, and did the chanting—” Joly glanced at him. “What did you have to do with the wine?”

“Draw an upside-down pentacle and then write the intended name underneath.”

“Really?”

The look Grantaire gave him was scathing. “No, I had to drink it, you idiot.”

“Well, excuse me for not being up on my witchcraft and spells,” Joly shot back. He set his mug down on the table and sighed. “Look, you did the spell, which was admittedly not the brightest thing you’ve ever done, but what on God’s green earth makes you think that it worked?”

Grantaire worried his lower lip between his teeth. “That’s the thing. About an hour later, Enjolras texted me. He asked me to get coffee with him. I’m supposed to be meeting him in…” He checked the time on his phone. “Forty-five minutes.”

Joly pinched the bridge of his nose. “And instead you’re here, panicking, because Enjolras texted you to get coffee.”

“Pretty much, yeah.”

Joly took a deep breath and counted to ten in his head before asking, “How many times a week do you get coffee with Enjolras?”

Grantaire scowled, like he knew where Joly was going with this. “Like, four,” he said, before quickly adding, “But he never texts me to set it up ahead of time. Normally we’re in the middle of talking about something else—”

“You mean arguing.”

“—And we’ll just mutually decide to grab a coffee or something to eat.” Grantaire shrugged again. “It’s never, y’know, pre-arranged.”

Joly sighed again. “Grantaire, I don’t know how to say this nicely, but, um, magic isn’t real.”

Grantaire took a swig of his tea before rasping, “Until about twelve hours ago, I didn’t think it was either.”

“Isn’t the easier explanation that this is just a massive coincidence?” Joly asked. “You are familiar with Occam’s Razor, right?”

“Is it something for shoving up your ass for being a condescending prick?” Grantaire asked dryly.

“Cute,” Joly said, matching his tone. “But seriously, this doesn’t need to be a massive conspiracy theory. Maybe Enjolras just wants to get coffee.” He steepled his hands and took another deep breath before saying, “Or maybe, and bear with me here on this one because you’re gonna pull a nutty, but maybe he already liked you before the spell, and just decided it was finally time to act on it.”

Grantaire stared at him as if he had grown a second head. “I thought you were the one trying to be serious.”

Joly rolled his eyes. “I am,” he said impatiently. “You two have been practically dating for the past, like, two years, so it’s not exactly out of the realm of possibility.”

“Joly, this is Enjolras we’re talking about,” Grantaire said, beginning to sound like he was concerned Joly might’ve suffered a head injury.

“No shit.”

“He doesn’t like me.” 

Joly tried hard not to give him a patronizing look, but at this point, any patience he had was long since evaporated. “Grantaire.”

“He doesn’t like me!” Grantaire insisted. “All we do is fight!”

“Yeah and yet somehow, you’ve figured out how to fall in love with him,” Joly said evenly.

“That’s– that’s different!” Grantaire spluttered.

“How?”

Grantaire crossed his arms in front of his chest. “It just is.”

Joly threw his hands up in frustration. “Fine, let’s say you’re right. Let’s say that somehow, despite you having no magical abilities and magic not being real, your love spell worked, and Enjolras is suddenly, out of the blue and not through years of wearing him down and all of his other potential options hooking up with other people, in love with you. Where exactly is the problem with that?”

“Consent.”

Grantaire said the word gravely, and Joly paused. “Consent?”

Grantaire nodded. “He didn’t consent to this,” he said softly. “To the spell and whatever effect it’s had. And as much as I would give anything to date Enjolras—”

Understanding hit Joly like a ton of bricks. “You wouldn’t want to force him into this.”

“No,” Grantaire said softly.

Joly sighed heavily, because it wasn’t like he was going to argue with that. “Then there’s only one thing you can do.”

Grantaire looked at him hopefully. “What?”

“Cast a counterspell,” Joly said, with as much sincerity as he could muster. “If Enjolras still wants to go out with you after that, he really does like you.”

Grantaire stared at him. “Are you serious?”

“No, because once again, magic is not real!” Joly snapped. But if you’re convinced that that’s why Enjolras wants to go out with you, then what do you have to lose?”

Grantaire made a face. “The chance to go out on a date with him, mostly.”

Joly sighed, wishing for about the fifth in the last twenty minutes that he had ignored Grantaire’s knock on his door. “There’s no reason you can’t do both,” he said impatiently. “It’s not like you’re going work out a counterspell between now and coffee, so you might as well go, see if Enjolras can convince you that you’ve actually lost your fucking mind, and if he doesn’t, then when you go home, you figure out the counterspell and go from there.”

For a long moment, Grantaire was silent. Then he nodded slowly. “That’s actually not a terrible idea.”

“I do occasionally have good ideas,” Joly said sourly.

“Only when you are Bossuet are not in the same room,” Grantaire pointed out. “You lose all IQ points when the two of you are together.”

Joly snorted. “Harsh but fair.”

Grantaire took a deep, steadying breath. “Alright, then I guess I’m going to get coffee with Enjolras.”

Sensing his part in this adventure was done, Joly sat back in his chair with something like relief and raised his mug of tea in a toast. “Well, good luck with that.”

Grantaire stood, hesitating for a moment before asking, somewhat desperately, “You really think I’ve lost my mind, haven’t you?”

Joly took a moment to answer. “I think that when confronted with getting everything you’ve ever wanted, you find it easier to make up a reason why it can’t possibly be true rather than accepting it at face value.”

“So you do think I’m crazy.”

Joly shrugged serenely. “Just severely mentally ill.” He gave Grantaire a pointed look. “An opinion I believe is shared by your psychologist, psychiatrist and NA sponsor.”

Grantaire barked a laugh. “Wouldn’t it be faster to just say ‘Cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs’?”

“Probably,” Joly said with a shrug. “But I prefer being medically accurate.”

“Since when?”

Joly glowered at him. “Go get coffee, please.”

“Fine.” Grantaire said. “But if this counter-spell ends up being complicated, you’re helping me.”

Joly rolled his eyes and ordered, “Go.” Grantaire obediently turned to leave, though he paused when Joly added, “Oh, and Grantaire?”

“Yeah?”

“Let me know how it goes.”

Grantaire gave him the finger, which was as good an answer as Joly was going to get, and Joly returned to his tea, hesitating for a moment before pulling his phone out and texting Combeferre. I need to give you a quick head’s up.

Yeah? Combeferre replied, just a moment later.

Joly sat back in his chair, taking a sip of tea as he texted, You know when I told you that you should tell Enjolras that he needed to get off his ass and just ask Grantaire out already? Well, funny story about that…

[dokifluffs]

Oh This Should Be Good | Sakusa Kiyoomi

Pairing: Sakusa X Reader (female) 

Genre: fluff, comedy?

Author’s Note: @makeusfreefromthisfandom and I are doing a seasonal challenge where we give each other prompts! You can read her’s here to the prompt I gave her! and here, you can obviously read mine with the prompt she gave me: 

“Ahaha this is random but imagine his daughter asking him where babies come from 😭“ 

Also note: I like to write Sakusa as if he’s getting help with his germaphobia like slowly over time, as challenging as it is, he’s trying to change and be better with people he loves and cares about like his partner and perhaps offspring. Even though this would be kind of out of his canon character, I like to write him like this so he’s a more flexible character to write for.  

Warning: Timeskip spoilers ah ha ha, parents, kids, married characters 

D/N = Daughter’s name

gif from @rivaillerose​ 💛

“Daddy!” Sakusa and your little girl ran towards her father, grabbing a hold of him around the waist as he stepped into the living room, finally getting a rare day off now that baby number two was on their way

“Morning, pumpkin,” he stifled a yawn as he patted her back, messing with her hair up before she let go of him in a fit of giggles, following him

“Will you play with me today?”

“What do you mean, I always play with you,” he slid down on the wooden floors, making himself comfortable as he leaned back against the couch, now at the same eye level with his precious jewel

All she could do was smile as bright as the sun, her laughter echoing throughout the living space as the sunlight poured in

She truly was such a little angel, it amazed Sakusa still to this day how far he and his growing family was coming

Naturally, his smile matched hers

He relaxed as he let the day go by, his daughter playing around him, playing with her toys, occasionally watching the cartoons

“What are you doing?” She leaned into his side as he wrapped an arm around her to make sure she didn’t fall or slip in any way as she peered at what he was doing

“I’m just-“ but before he could answer, his phone rang as he faced himself in his pwn phones reflection

He could see the visible relaxation and smile disappear as soon as he saw the contact names

“Don’t answer #1, Don’t answer #2, and don’t answer #3”

Despite their contact names, he still answered, internally praying that he wouldn’t regret this call

“Oi Hinata, you were right, I owe ya five bucks since he answered,” Atsumu’s accent sounded over the call

“Sakusa, hey hey hey!” Bokuto the bright star called through the phone

“Uncle Bo!” Your daughter jumped against her father as she held onto his wrist until Sakusa lowered the phone, letting her see her “uncles”

Though he never agreed to let them be her uncles

“Oh! Mini Sakusa!” All three of their eyes twinkled as they all beamed looking to your guys’ daughter as if she was their own

“What do you guys want?”

“So cold, Omi~” Atsumu whined. “You haven’t been at practice for so long, the scrimmages haven’t been the same.”

“But it’s also nice not to worry about blocking or trying to dig Sakusa’s nasty cut shots cause of his wrists…” Hinata smiled looking relieved

“Oh! How’s Y/N’s pregnancy? Did you guys find out the gender yet?” Bokuto chimed

“She’s doing alright and no, we wanted it to be a surprise..” Sakusa replied

“Daddy?”

“Hm?” Sakusa looked to her as she now made herself comfortable in his lap as he leaned forward, putting the phone down

He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close

“Where’s mommy?”

“She’s-“

“Right here~” you waddled down the hall, your hair and clothes disheveled, unknowingly disrupting sakusa

“Mommy!” Your little girl sprung from Sakusa’s lap, making her way to you, latching her arms around your belly as best as you could

“Careful, D/N,” Sakusa worried seeing how she ran up to you, trowing your arms against her belly

“Why?” She held onto your hand as you walked toward the couch Sakusa leaned himself against before you lead her to sit down in his lap once again

“Oh, the Jackals. Hi guys,” you waved as you laid yourself down on your side on the couch, your head

“Y/N!” They all chimed, as if they all shared the same brain cell

this only confirmed Sakusa’s theory the more they said or did things simultaneously

“How’s pregnancy?” Atsumu chimed as he clearly lounged about in his own apartment

“Tiring,” you spoke just loud enough for the phones mic to catch what you said as you looped your arm around his shoulders, reaching for his hand to which he linked together

“But a lot more manageable since we know what to expect,” you yawned into your shirt, a habit you picked up from being with Sakusa

He used to cringe and shy away at your touch but now he didn’t even think twice about yours or D/N’s

“Hm, we’ll be uncles for more kids,” hinata beamed

“We didn’t even say-“

“The best uncles,” you nudged Sakusa’s shoulder playfully to which he just sighed, squeezing your hand in return

“Speaking of tired, why aren’t you sleeping in bed?” Sakusa turned his head, letting it rest on the edge of the couch as you brought your hand through his hair

“I didn’t want to sleep alone, plus it sounded so fun out here, how could I miss out on all the fun?” You reached down, booking your daughter’s nose as she stared at you

And then your belly

“Daddy?” She stood in between his legs as all the adults watched, curious at her next words

“Where do babies come from?” She stared with her wide eyes at Sakusa as you snickered, burying your head into his shoulders, eyes heavy

Atsumu choked on the water, doing a small spit tic as Hinata paused his game to laugh

Bokuto erupted into a big fit of laughter, enough to wake Akaashi beside him before he shushed him, cuddling him back to sleep but this is a different story

“Oh this should be good..” you laughed as all eyes fell upon Sakusa, the laughter dying down and being held in his teammates’ mouths as they awaited 

“Uh...” Sakusa’s mind raced as he panicked 

he knew this question would come up at some point 

but not like this 

at least not now 

your eyebrow raised naturally as sakusa’s breathing picked up 

“Next question...” he changed the subject, not ready to answer 

“But what about babies? How did one get in mommy’s tummy?” 

“Yeah, omi, how?” you joined in on the fun only to be on the receiving end of Sakusa’s famous glare that only softened for you after a second 

Now sakusa really regretting answering the call 

“It’s a secret, you’re not old enough to know yet,” Sakusa evaded 

“Aw, but-” 

“Next question, pumpkin,” He looked to her as if pretending it was just the two of them, parting her raven hair, ticking it behind her little ear

“Oh Omi, your ears are so adorably red and hot,” you teased, brushing your finger along the back of his bright red ears, purposefully pointing them out as the jackals laughed too 

the day continued with good memories as were made

He never thought he would feel this way in his life but

If he told himself 4-6 years ago that he would be married, let alone go on a date with someone and actually tolerate them, he wouldn’t have believed himself

but now he was grateful that you had crossed his path

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[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

Limp Noodle ~ S.H.

A/n: I have never once been good at making choices so I’ll be doing both OOF! This request is dirt old but whatever. I’m actually writing requests now look at me go!

Request: “...prompt 20 or 21 Steve Harrington x clumsy male reader” by anon

#20 (here): “I can’t do this without you”

#21: “Guess who broke their nose! Me. It’s me. I broke my nose.”

Word Count: 2000+

MASTERLIST

“Are you SURE that this is a good idea?” The words came from Y/n as Steve parked the car, waving through the windshield window at Jonatan, Nancy, Robin and a new friend, Bianca. They’d all decided on a triple date and like idiots they’d let Steve, Bianca, and Nancy decide so they were now all headed on a hike. Robin was the least athletic of all of them and hated exercise of any kind. Jonathan was the one in the group who hated being outside in the sun and much preferred being inside cuddled on the could other swaddled in bed. Y/n... well Y/n was the single most clumsy person you’ve ever met.

Now, take whatever image that popped in your head when I said that and then make it ten times worse. Then take THAT mental image and multiply by it by ten AGAIN. Y/n was worse. He was absolutely sure he was going to thrip and fall over the side of some steep hill and fully die. He would be lucky to make it out of this trip without a stick going through his eye. Y/n and the outdoors didn’t mix. They never had. He could barely walk, let alone when it was uphill and outside and humid and hard to breathe and everyone was so beautiful and distracting.

Steve didn’t agree with that analysis.

“This is a great idea actually,” Steve decided with complete confidence. “Don’t worry about it okay? You’ll be fine.”

“Incorrect,” Y/n Aries immediately. “We started dating because I tripped seven times and you caught me every single one. I tripped seven times in three days Steve - and that was just the, what, one hour a day you’re with me? In THREE HOURS I TRIPPED SEVEN TIMES!” He was whisper yelling, getting rather heated. “I’m going to knock my head into a tree and bleed out.”

Steve laughed. He reached over, taking his boyfriend’s hands. “Do you trust me?”

Y/n’s shoulders sagged. “That is a cheap trick, Harrington.”

In response Steve only raised his eyebrows. When Y/n refused to answer, Steve sighed. “Y/n. Do you trust me?”

Closing his eyes a second, Y/n held in a sigh. When he opened them again, he managed a small smile. “Yeah. I trust you.” Steve went to get out of the car and Y/n caught his wrist. “Just promise you’re going to stay with me okay? I can’t do this without you. I’m serious.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Come on Drama King.” They both got out and made their way over to the other four.

“Hey guys!” Nancy greeted warmly. She had calmed a lot since Y/n had first met her. Darkened. But she was still pleasant enough, and Y/n tolerated her for Steve. He didn’t know why they were all friends after Nancy’s brutal ripping up Steve’s heart but... he expected it was that trauma bonding things that Steve and Robin refused to ever talk about with Y/n in the room.

“Hey bestie.” Robin winked at Y/n and he felt himself relax. Around her he always felt more comfortable. She got him on a much deeper level than Steve did. She had actually been the one to set them up after failure after failure of Steve’s attempts on girls who came to the ice cream shop they met at originally. It had gone up in flames recently, but they’d snagged a job at a movie store so they still worked together. Y/n was pretty sure neither of them would have it any other way, even if they sometimes pretended to hate each other.

“Hey loser,” Y/n joked back. Robin shoved him and he laughed, accidentally ramming into Jonathan as his feet almost came out underneath him. “Sorry,” Y/n mumbled.

Robin scoffed in amusement. “I always forget you have two backward feet.” This was something she said often, in reference to the popular statement of ‘two left feet’. One day Robin had proclaimed that Y/n was something worse than two left feet, and then being backward had kicked off as an inside joke.

“I’d you have that problem standing still, how do you think you’re going to do on a hike?” It seemed Bianca was trying to get in on the joking, but it hit a hard cord with Y/n.

He wasn’t in the mood to joke. “What can I say? Great day to die.” He put on the fakest smile ever. “Come on everyone!” Then he began to surge ahead, onto the trail, and the others scrambled to catch up.

It didn’t tale long for Nancy and Bianca to hit the head of the trail. Steve dutifully stayed by Y/n, but he watched the girls head with a sort of forlorness. Because Y/n was so slow and Jonathan and Robin lagged even behind him, the two girls in front were racing up and down the steep sides of the path they were on, jumping over logs and hopping up on stumps to make the path harder. They were laughing hard and having a great time. Y/n knew that Steve desperately wanted to join them.

What kind of a boyfriend would Y/n be to stop him? “Go on,” Y/n sighed, nudging Steve forward encouragingly.

Steve looked at Y/n with an expression that tried far too hard at innocence to succeed. It was so obvious he was full of crap that Y/n was rolling his eyes before the brunette even spoke. “What? What do you mean? I’m having a great time with my boyfriend which was the point of this whole thing. Have I bored you already?”

“No, but I’ve bored you. Go and do parkour with the bad ass chicks up there. Go on.” Steve hesitated, but when Y/n shot him a look, he finally did speed ahead to catch up and join in the unnecessary shenanigans that gave Y/n extreme anxiety just imagining himself doing. He sighed watching Nancy and Steve. He knew that things were WAY over between them, but Y/n found a little jealousy in the way they worked together so fluidly. They were perfect for each other - even as friends. She just kept up with him and challenged him in a way that Y/n never could, and Steve thrived.

Slowing down in his moment of annoyance, Robin and Jonathan caught up to him. “Welcome to the world of those who have to sit back and wonder why they’re not still dating,” Jonathan sighed. His voice was as laced with bitterness as Y/n’s thoughts were.

“They’re so complimentary,” Y/n complained.

“You could argue that you guys are the same,” Robin pointed out. “You both hate doing anything outside or away from home. You both love reading and photography. I mean Y/n’s incredible view of the world allows him to be a great writer, but it also connects you two. Writing and photography aren’t far from each other and you prod that every day. Nancy can’t slow down enough to appreciate things like Jonathan does, and we all know Steve is no reader.” She chuckled. “And we’ll never know how awkward and snappy got buff and pretty.”

Jonathan and Y/n smiled at that. “Imagine another world where Nancy and Steve stayed together. Then maybe you and me would have-“ suddenly he lost his words as he tripped, and Jonathan reached out to catch him. The two boys busted up laughing. “That’s the second I have to say both sorry and thank you for your reflexes Mr. Byers.”

“Ah anytime. That’s what friends do. Share interests and talk about alternative world where they’re dating and catch each other when they almost die.”

That made Y/n laugh harder.

Suddenly there was a very unpleasant thump and a scream. The three in the back snapped their attention to the three ahead and saw Nancy and Bianca freeze and look back at Steve, who had landed on the ground. His hands had risen to cover his face, and he slowly turned on his side, curling in on himself. It seemed like he’d misstepped at some point and tripped and fallen.

Perhaps Y/n shouldn’t have been the one they worried about on this trip...

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When they finally got Steve to the hospital, it was a mess. There had been blood everywhere, and Y/n’s weirdly good driving had saved the day in a pinch once again. They’d gotten there quickly and in one piece without getting pulled over.

Only an hour later they were given news. Steve came out with the skin around his nose already bruised and puffy. “Guess Who broke their nose,” he mocked in a song songey voice.

“Me?” Y/n joked.

“Me!” Steve agreed, pointing at himself. “It’s me. I broke my nose.” He slung an arm over Y/n’s shoulders and the other four covered their mouths to hide laughs. People wouldn’t be forgiving in public if it got out that the two men were dating, so they were trying to be lowkey.

The Doctor came over behind Steve. “He’ll be fine. I’ve given him direction son how to ice it and even given him some pain killers to help with the next few hours. But it is just a broken nose, so nothing too severe.”

“Thanks,” Y/n told the Doctor. They left then, everyone heading home. Y/n designated himself in charge of caring for Steve, and called his parents to let them know that Steve ‘got tired’ after the hike and totally knocked out. They didn’t mind, liking that Steve was actually spending time with other kids again, so it went without too much problem.

As Y/n was tucking Steve into bed, Steve caught his hand to still him. “I love you.”

Y/n’s eyes widened. They hadn’t said that yet but... well, if hypotheticals with Jonathan had taught anything today, it was that Y/n was glad he was in this version of things, even if it was a little more complicated this way. So he meant it when he replied, “I love you too Stevie.”

Steve glared. “Not Jonathan?”

“Jon-“ Y/n’s deep confusion cleared as he realized what had been happening right when Steve had tripped. Jonathan and Y/n had been close. Laughing. Talking. Touching. “Oh my god Harrington did you break your nose because you were being a jealous idiot?”

“Maybe,” Steve grumbled, looking away.

Y/n laughed, gently tugging on his chin so their eyes met again. “Please sweetheart, you can’t get rid of me that easily. Me and my two backward feet are going to plague you for the rest of our lives.”

Steve’s eyes got very soft. “Do you really mean that?”

Getting sincere, Y/n leaned down and kissed Steve’s forehead. “Stephen Harrington, I’ve never meant anything more. I know we can’t get married or anything, or even date publicly, but... I don’t care. And maybe that’s some really forward thinking and we haven’t been dating that long, but I fell... a LOT of times in my life. It only made sense that the first time someone ever caught me, it was you. And it made me realize that I was gifted with my two backward feet so that one day I’d fall for you.”

Steve groaned. “That was painfully cheesy.”

“Okay, okay,” Y/n dismissed, rolling his eyes. The sweet moment was completely ruined.

“No seriously I would break my nose again before hearing that-“

Y/n reached over, turning the light off before climbing into bed with Steve. “Shut up Harrington, or I WILL break your nose again.”

Steve laughed before pulling Y/n close so they could fall asleep curled up with each other. “My cheesy, dumb, clumsy boy,” Steve mused quietly.

That made Y/n scoff. “If either of ya is the dumb in this relationship it’s YOU, Harrington.”

“Shut up,” Steve whispered. It was quiet a while before he finally followed up with, “I’d like that future with you too.”

To hide his smile, Y/n mumbled, “Good night Stevie.”

After a second, Steve replied, “Good night, Y/n.” And for now, that was the end of it.

[seriouslysnape]

Hi!❣️ Your writing is pretty cool, and I love the way you portray Sev, especially!

If it isn't a bother, of course... Could I make a request? Where Snape and the Reader are expecting, and go through all the nine months (like, through things like cravings, mood swings Snaddy has to endure, buying the child's stuff and decorating the room, all of that), till delivery? Only if you'd like the 'prompt', of course.

Wish you a nice day☺️

I LOVE THISSSSSS. YES DAD SEV >>>

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Paternal Figure

Severus Snape x Fem. Reader

Warnings: Language, Emetephobia, Sexual implications.

Word Count: 5,161

“We’re going to be one happy family.”

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“How much longer?” Severus questioned, eyeing the pregnancy test that was lying face down on the bathroom counter.

You looked at your wrist watch that was secured on your trembling hand. You saw that it had been more than enough time for the pregnancy test to do its job. A quivering sigh flowed from your chest as you reached for the test with trembling fingers.

“It should be ready.” You replied.

Severus sat up straighter from where he sat on the bathroom floor, his blood pumping with eagerness and nervousness. You held the test to your chest for a second with your eyes closed and head lulled towards the ceiling.

You and Severus wanted a baby badly. After being married for a few years, the baby fever was becoming harder to resist between the two of you combined. It started out as a casual thing. Severus first briefly mentioned how there was still an empty room in the house that needed to be occupied. You assumed that he meant as an office space or maybe even a large walk in closet.

But when Severus suggested that the two of you turn that space into a nursery, you knew what he was implying. You had always wanted to have kids with Sev. In the beginning, Severus wasn’t totally sure how he felt about having a baby. He wasn’t great with younger people, and he was always afraid he wouldn’t be a good dad.

However, the longer the two of you were together and the more life you shared together, the more he wanted nothing more than to put a baby in you. He wanted to raise a child and teach it all the wonders of the wizarding world. He wanted your baby to be perfect.

The two of you sat and chatted for a long time about it, not wanting to rush into things. It was a huge deal after all; bringing a human into the world was a life changing ordeal. You talked it over, and you both happily agreed that you would start trying for a baby.

You admittedly became a little obsessed with getting pregnant in the first few months. You tracked your menstrual and ovulation cycles much more than usual, eventually memorizing everything down to the minute. You tried any wizard (and even a few Muggle) tricks in the book to increase your chances of conceiving, including basically pouncing on Severus any chance he was around.

If you had a free minute to spare, you were shoving him into bed and having sex with him. At first, Severus found it rather endearing that you were so excited to have a kid, but he became concerned as time went on. Getting pregnant isn’t always a quick process. Some women can so much as look at their husband and get results while some spend a better half of their life trying to even get a positive pregnancy test.

You were proving to be one of the harder cases.

With each negative pregnancy test, the more frantic you became. You felt like your fertility window was closing in on you rapidly, and if you didn’t get pregnant soon, it’d be too late. The first few negatives didn’t phase you much, but by the fifth or sixth, you were feeling discouraged. Severus was much more patient than you during all of this, holding you flush to him when you burst into tears of frustration.

It had become a monotonous and vicious cycle. You’d try to get pregnant, buy a pregnancy test, get a negative result, and fall into a weeping heap onto the bathroom floor. After one particularly hard let down, Severus stepped in. He was rocking your sobbing frame in his arms, hushing you and comforting you as best he could.

He suggested that the two of you take a break for a while, and that maybe you were trying too hard. The stress couldn’t have been good for you as a whole, and maybe taking a more casual approach would be best.

“Here’s what I’m thinking, my love. You and I take this step by step. We continue life as normal,” He said softly; “If you get pregnant then that’s good, and if you don’t, then we remain calm and try again. If much longer goes by, then we can go see your doctor.”

You nodded into his chest with heartbreaking sobs, agreeing that this had taken a huge toll on your body. You apologized for your crazy behavior, but Severus only gave a light laugh and kissed your head.

“No, no, my dear. Don’t be sorry. I want this just as much as you do.” He consoled, sweeping you off of the floor.

You were a bit apprehensive about Severus’ approach to this, but you were willing to try anything. Fast forward a few weeks later, and this was the first test you had taken since taking Severus’ advice.

“Sev...” You croaked out; “What if it’s negative?”

You were sitting against the door in your tiny bathroom, Severus sitting on the wall across from you. Your knees were almost touching one another’s as he replied.

“Then we accept it, take a few days, and try again. It’ll be alright, [Y/N].” He reassured, resting a hand on your knee in a loving way.

You exhaled deeply, already half expecting to be disappointed. You nodded, and quickly flipped the test so you could read it. Your heart hit your feet and bounced back into your ribcage at the sight. You were stoically silent as you stared in silence at the test.

Severus was watching with a clenched jaw, prepared to comfort you in case it wasn’t what you wanted to see. You kept looking at it for a few more seconds to make sure you weren’t dreaming. The double pink lines were as clear as day.

You were pregnant.

Tears filled your eyes, but they were tears of happiness. You turned the test so he could see it.

“It’s positive,” You said, smiling through the tears streaming your face; “We’re going to have a baby.”

Severus’ jaw fell open and stars of delight shot over his eyes. He himself gazed down at the test as if it would explode right in his hands.

“You’re pregnant...” He breathed out.

You nodded, wiping away at the tears with a genuine laugh. A blinding smile appeared on Severus’ face as he moved to pull you into a tight embrace. A few tears leaked from his eyes as well, the two of you mumbling “I love yous” to each other as you cried out the adrenaline and undeniably glee that you were feeling. It had almost been a year since you started trying, and now it seemed that it had paid off.

You were going to be parents.

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The first trimester of your pregnancy was less than pleasant. While you were eternally grateful to be carrying your first child, you weren’t too thrilled about the symptoms that came with it. You were violently sick for the first few weeks, basically bringing back up anything you tried to hold down. Even something as mild as pumpkin juice was enough to make you sick just from the smell.

As disgusting as it was, Severus was by your side any time you fell ill.

“It’s okay, darling. Let it all out.” He soothed, rubbing circles onto your back as you let out another hurl.

You seemingly puked up everything you had eaten in the last ten years into the toilet bowl, a new groan escaping your chest every time you had a chance to take a breath. Severus kept your hair out of your face as best as he could, trying not to visibly grimace every time you threw up.

You closed the lid of the toilet for a minute, draping your arm over the top of it and resting your forehead on the heated skin of your forearm.

“Don’t look at me. I don’t want you to see me like this.” You grumbled miserably.

He gave a chuckle, and even though you couldn’t see it, he raised his left hand to reveal his silver wedding ring.

“In sickness and in health.” He said, wrapping his long legs around your from behind, resting his head on your back.

“I think this is an exception to that vow.” You joked, hoping that the relief you were feeling was to signal the end of today’s sickness.

Severus hummed.

“I think that this is exactly what it was referring to,” He corrected, his heart fluttering when you lifted your head with a weak smile; “Just as beautiful as ever.”

You snorted at that, but you were heartwarmed.

“How did I ever deserve you?” You asked, falling into his open arms.

“I could ask you the same thing.”

When you were actually able to have an appetite, you wanted any and every food imaginable. The pregnancy cravings were insanely hard to ignore, and it was even harder to ignore the weird things you craved.

“What...is that?” Severus questioned cautiously as he entered the kitchen, catching you in the middle of biting something he couldn’t even discern.

You looked at him with wide eyes and stopped mid-chomp. You didn’t respond, not even sure how to explain this to him. His gaze averted to the open pantry, and saw that mostly everything had been raided and placed on the kitchen counter. He had noticed that satisfying your cravings had proven to be the most difficult thus far. He inspected the food item in your hand and his stomach lurched when he realized what it was.

“Is that a treacle tart with...” He trailed off, barely able to finish the thought.

You finished his sentence, rather ashamed.

“...pickles.” You confessed.

Severus was sure that his face had turned a nasty shade of green at the thought of your concoction. He shuddered and made you put it down. You had always been creative and experimental in the kitchen, but this was too far.

“Okay, I’ve been supportive of every strange food combination you’ve come up with, but I draw the line at treacle pickle tarts.” He said with a voice full of amusement.

You whined.

“I know it’s weird, but I can’t help it. Everything we have sounds good.”

He scratched the back of his head. He never liked to tell you how to live your life, but there was no way that this was good for you or the baby.

“I don’t think Little One is going to appreciate pickles and desserts.” He noted, placing a hand on your very small baby bump.

“Little One” was the nickname that he had coined for your developing child. You and Severus had decided early on that you wanted to keep the baby’s gender a surprise up until delivery. Severus hated to keep referring to the baby as...well, “the baby”. So he had instinctively come up with all kinds of nicknames along the way.

“Well, I’m pretty sure that Little One is the only reason I want pickles.” You snapped back.

“It’s not the pickles. It’s the pickles with the tart that I can’t stomach.” Severus explained.

You sneered at him, but Severus continued before you could snark back at him.

“I’ll tell you what, princess. How about we whip up a bunch of your favorite foods, and we’ll have a nice dinner together?” He offered.

Your belly grumbled at the sound of that. You nodded in agreement, and you and Severus prepared a heavenly meal.

On top of the all day morning sickness and the nauseating cravings, your hormones were going absolutely nuts. You had never experienced such frequent mood changes like this, and poor Severus was the victim of all your emotional outbursts. It seemed as if you were blowing up at the smallest of details.

“Damn it, Sev. How many times have I told you not to leave your socks on the floor?” You hissed, angrily picking up his dirty socks.

Severus poked his head out of the bathroom that was adjoined to your bedroom, a guilty look on his face.

“Oh, sweetheart, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I left them there.” He said truthfully.

“Just like how you didn’t realize that you left the sink faucet dripping or how you forgot to put the pillows back on the bed when you got up at 10 in the morning?” You mocked, throwing his socks into his laundry basket.

He caught how aggravated you were, and exited the bathroom to talk things over. Severus didn’t want you to be upset with him, but he knew you were just going through a lot of changes and couldn’t really control your emotions well.

“I assure you that I didn’t do those things on purpose,” He said, not even an ounce of irritation in his voice; “I’ll pick up after myself.”

His light and friendly tone made you realize that you had overreacted once again. Severus had not once lost his temper with you, no matter how bad you had nagged him. Your shoulders slumped and you looked at your feet that were close to being covered by your steadily growing bump.

You felt bad for being on his ass about something 24/7. He was trying his best to help you and make your pregnancy as comfortable as possible. You yelling at him all the time wasn’t fair to him.

“I’m sorry, Sev. It’s not you.” You uttered for the hundredth time in the last three months.

He only smiled and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Not to worry, my dear,” He mewled; “I can handle being screamed at for as long as it takes.”

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The second trimester was actually easier than the first as far as symptoms goes. Your morning sickness had subsided, you had adapted to your ever changing hormones, and you weren’t tempted to eat everything in sight. While the symptoms were still there, they didn’t completely dictate your life.

You and Severus were well into the finer intricacies of planning for the arrival of your baby boy or girl. You were in the process of converting your extra bedroom into a nursery, which was a challenge for Severus. He was a shitty interior decorator, which wouldn’t be an issue if he hadn’t insisted that he decorate the baby’s room.

Severus wanted to be as involved as possible, never wanting you to think that he wasn’t there for you. You were ecstatic with the idea of him taking charge of the nursery, but you soon realized that wasn’t a good idea.

“We are not painting the baby’s room BLACK, Severus.” You protested, eyeing the cans of black paint on the floor.

Severus had gone out and bought all kinds of paint supplies. Paintbrushes, paint rollers, stencils, tape, etc. He was adamant about doing it all by hand (as opposed to using magic; a suggestion that he was horribly offended at), and had taken it upon himself to buy everything.

You had forgotten that there wasn’t much color interest in the world of Severus Snape.

“And why not? There’s black in other parts of the house.” He argued.

You put your hands on your hips, your back beginning to arch from the weight of your five month swelling belly.

“Yes, but this is a baby’s room. I don’t think he or she is going to like it,” You retorted back; “It’ll be too dark and...scary. I want Little One to be comfortable in here.”

Severus looked around. Perhaps, black was too extreme for such a small human. He looked a tad defeated and disappointed in himself. He was trying his hardest. You caught his dejected look.

“Oh, honey. I know you want it to be perfect,” You said, taking his face into your hands; “We can do it together. Maybe we can sneak a bit of black in here somewhere.”

He nodded.

“So, what color should we paint the room?” He asked.

You looked around this time, biting your lower lip in thought. You wanted to have gender neutral colors, and something that would be cozy for the baby.

“How about we paint the walls white? That way we can add pops of color wherever we see fit.” You said after a moment of thought.

Severus agreed, but was holding to your promise to have at least some black in the room. The nursery was an ongoing project, lasting about a week and a half. The crib was the last item placed in the room, and it was complete. You and Severus stood in the middle, basking in the finished nursery.

“It looks great, S.” You said, looking at the black painted changing table and the mobile above the crib.

“It does. I’m glad you helped me.” He admitted, eyeing the moving pictures on the walls.

You wrapped your arms around your husband’s waist, his lips falling to your head in response.

“We’re going to be one happy family.” You announced.

Severus laughed into your hair, his heart beating with hope.

“We already are.”

You had officially made it past the halfway mark, and your due date was quickly approaching. There was still so much to do, and not a lot of time to do it. Your bump was already huge, and you still had another trimester to go. You were getting to the point where swollen feet and an aching lower back was crippling your ability to go out and do much.

You were laid out on the sofa with Severus rubbing your tired feet. You were fighting the aching pain in your back and legs from the unevenly distributed weight from your midsection.

“I really need to go out today.” You winced as another round of soreness flooded your body.

Severus’ careful hands continued to massage the aching muscles of your feet.

“Why, love? You can surely go on a day where you’re feeling in higher spirits.” He said.

While he wasn’t totally wrong, you were at the point where every day was the same as the last. You had a feeling that you wouldn’t have a “higher spirits” day for a while.

“I suppose I could. But I need to get baby clothes, pacifiers, bottles.” You grunted, exhaling heavily.

You really needed to do this, but you just weren’t feeling up to it. Then you had an idea. Since Severus didn’t get to put all his effort into the nursery, you thought you could give him a second chance.

“Severus, could you possibly go out and buy baby stuff today?” You suddenly asked.

You were honestly expecting him to say no, considering he knew nothing about baby fashion. Instead, his face brightened and he leapt up from the couch.

“Of course! Why didn’t you just ask?” He queried, giddy with joy.

You laughed at his anticipation, giving him a few instructions.

“Alright, Sev. Don’t buy anything ridiculous or anything that’s made of uncomfortable material,” You said; “And do NOT get anything Slytherin related. As much as you would like it, we have no clue what Little One is going to be sorted into when he or she is old enough.”

Severus groaned.

“Not even a-”

“No Slytherin stuff.”

“Well, what about a-”

“No, Severus.”

He groaned again, but accepted your request. As badly as he wanted his daughter or son to be a Slytherin, there was always the chance that they wouldn’t be. He’d love them regardless of what House they were in, but it would tickle him to death if they were a Slytherin.

So Severus went out into Diagon Alley with extra pep in his step, jittery as he went from store to store getting stuff for his little girl or boy. Severus had never paid much attention to baby clothes, and now that he was looking, his heart was swelling with excitement.

There were so many cute sweaters, onesies, socks, and pajama sets that absolutely made Severus burst with joy. He would pick out about a dozen outfits to start out with, knowing that you’d have to go buy more once the baby was older. But each time he thought he had enough, he’d spot two or three more outfits that he just had to buy.

He could not WAIT to see his baby in all of this stuff. It had obviously been a while since he was a child, and he was amazed at all of the new things that had been invented to make parenting easier and childhood more fun.

He bought a pacifier for every day of the week, and enough toys that would last your kid through kindergarten. He bought blankets and stuffed animals and anything else that a baby MIGHT want. Your baby was going to be spoiled to the max.

Truth be told, Severus went a little overboard with his purchases. He came back with no less than ten bags full of baby materials. You not-so-gracefully lifted yourself from the couch when he entered, several bags hooked onto each of his arms. He had a proud smile plastered on his face.

“Oh Merlin, Severus! What all did you buy??” You questioned, eyes bugging out at all the goodies in front of you.

“Clothes, pacifiers, bottles. Everything you asked for.” Severus stated innocently, you rifled through the bags at all the baby wonders.

“And toys, blankets, and stuffed animals.” You finished his list.

You looked at Severus with an entertained smile, his cheeks glowing red.

“I just want Little One to be happy.” He shrugged meekly.

You let out a soft “awh” and captured his soft lips in a sweet kiss. He already loved this baby so much that it melted your heart.

“With you as their dad, they absolutely will be.”

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You had never been happier to enter your third and final trimester. You were in the home stretch, and you were so excited to meet your baby. You were about to pop like a balloon and, quite frankly, you had enough of it. Don’t make any mistake about it, you had cherished every moment of being pregnant, but you were ready to get some somewhat decent sleep without being kicked in the ribs every 5 minutes.

Although, with a newborn around, you weren’t sure how much sleep you would get.

Over the course of your pregnancy, Severus had become more and more protective the more your baby grew. Now that your due date was only a few days out, he jumped at any sudden movement or noise. He had eyes and ears like a hawk. He came barreling into the living room, completely naked and dripping with water from where he had just stepped into the shower.

“Darling, what was that? Are you alright?” He asked frantically as if he had just heard an airstrike.

You looked up from your book, readjusting the pillow that was underneath your massive belly to support the weight.

“Severus. I sneezed.” You declared.

Relief washed over him, and he ran a hand through his damp hair.

“Oh. Do you need anything?” He asked you for the millionth time that evening.

You laughed shortly, nodding your head.

“Yes. I’m fine,” You said; “Please try to enjoy your shower.”

Severus had been on your tail nonstop for the last three weeks. Even though most pregnancies go the full 40 weeks, your doctor said that labor could be expected once you hit 36. Sev didn’t want you out of his sights in case you went into labor early. He didn’t want to miss anything.

You had begged him to break away just for a minute, for his sake and yours. He padded back to the shower, ignoring the way his heart was thumping in his chest. You went back to your book, grinning to yourself at your anxious husband.

Once Severus was showered and somewhat calmer, you had grown tired and were ready to get in bed. Growing and carrying a baby had really tanked your energy levels, but Severus didn’t mind going to bed early. As long as he knew you and the baby were safe, he was content.

He laughed out loud when you slid into bed wearing only a pair of panties and a t-shirt that you had used a spell to stretch out. It was the only sleepwear that fit you due to your risen belly.

Getting comfortable was next to impossible, but you had gotten used to it over the last few months. You didn’t mind, because you knew it’d be back to normal soon. Severus was eyeing your tummy, looking to you with expectation once you were settled.

“Go ahead, Sev.” You giggled, knowing what he wanted.

Every single night since you had been pregnant, Severus would rub your belly and tell the human growing inside of you goodnight. Severus shimmied down to where his face was in front of your bump. He lifted the shirt up to reveal your bare belly. He left a kiss on the stretched skin, carefully placing both of his hands on you.

“Hello in there,” Severus said, smiling proudly when he felt the baby move at the sound of his voice; “Are you still kicking your mother?”

You even nodded at that, thinking about all the times that the baby had soccer kicked your ribcage or hit your bladder just right. You placed one hand over one of Severus’, and put your other in his hair as he spoke.

“I’m so ready to meet you. I love you so much already. Other than Mum, I never thought I could ever love someone this much,” Severus spoke gently; “You two are my whole world.”

You rubbed his hair as you listened. Severus had been nothing short of amazing during this process. He was more than you could ever ask for. This baby was going to be loved endlessly.

“I don’t know how great of a father I’ll be. I didn’t exactly have ideal parents. I admit that I don’t have a model to go off of. But I will love you no matter what,” He spoke; “I hope you sleep well, Little One. I can’t wait to see you.”

He pressed another kiss to the side of your belly, before returning to your side. You were misty eyed at his words, turning so you were facing him.

“Oh, Severus. You’re going to be a wonderful dad. I’ve seen the way you love this child,” You assured; “Little One is going to love you. And there’s no one else I’d rather bring a baby into this world with.”

Severus still had a modest amount of nerves, but it was drowned out with joy. He was so ready for this baby.

“I love you.” He whispered.

“I love you, Sev.” You whispered back.

You leaned to kiss him, but just as your lips touched, you felt a contraction and a massive gush of fluid flushed out between your legs, soaking both of your lower halves. A startled gasp fell from your mouth, and Severus eyes grew about three times their normal size. You both knew what that meant.

Little One was about to make his/her entrance into the world.

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Getting to the hospital from the time that labor began was a blind rush. Severus was positively panicked, which didn’t help your attempts to remain relaxed. He had spent 9 months preparing for this moment, and he was still caught off guard.

The hospital was busy, but you had a team of nurses and doctors ready to go. You were wheeled into a delivery room, your doctor checking to see how dilated you were. He let you know that you had one of the fastest dilations he had ever seen, because you were already at 10 centimeters. There was no time for an epidural or a spell.

It was time to push.

The nurses got your legs into delivery position, Severus taking your hand as the doctor and nurses guided you through it. You gave a hard push, screaming bloody murder and squeezing the circulation out of Severus’ hand.

“You’re doing great, my love. Keep pushing.” He praised you.

Your head fell back onto the pillow with gruff, heavy breaths. You were filled with a pain you couldn’t describe. You needed this baby out. The doctor gave you a second to rest, before instructing you to push again. You took a deep breath, every muscle in your body tensing up as you pushed. Severus scrunched his nose at how badly you were hurting his hand, but he didn’t dare say anything.

The baby’s head and shoulders were out, ear splitting cries echoing through the room. It was the most beautiful sound you had ever heard. Severus peeked between your legs, and you saw the way his face filled with pure love as he saw your baby for the first time.

“Oh, [Y/N]. Little One is gorgeous...” He breathed, wanting you to push again so you could be able to see; “Push again, darling. You’re almost there.”

The nurses and Severus were encouraging you as you pushed hard a few more times, your baby finally entering into the world. Severus was a little too squeamish to cut the cord, but he watched every single movement as the doctors and nurses cut the umbilical cord and got them cleaned up. You were breathing heavily, your entire body shaking from the strenuous action. You whimpered out to Severus, who had a better viewpoint than you did.

“Is the baby okay? Please tell me the baby’s okay...” You whined out, desperate to see him/her.

Severus was close to crying, but it was the happiest he had been in his entire life.

“The baby is perfect. You did so well, my love.” He said, kissing your sweaty forehead.

The chaos in the room died down, and one of the nurses had swaddled the crying baby. She gave a huge, kind smile and set the baby in your arms.

“Say hello to your baby girl.” She cooed.

Tears fell from your eyes as she was placed into your arms. Her cries dwindled out at the feeling and sound of your and Severus’ voices. She was the most stunning baby you had ever seen. Severus felt something awaken in him. A side of him that had been itching to come out.

“A girl...oh, a girl.” You cried happily.

Severus sniffed, holding back tears.

“She’s beautiful. She’s perfect.” Sev croaked.

He placed a kiss on her forehead, her small baby whimpers making his heart explode. The two of you sat in silence, raking over your baby’s perfection. After a minute, you looked up at Severus with a smile.

“I just thought of something we have to do.” You said.

Panic flashed over his face again. You had done everything he thought. What could there possible be to do?

“What is that, darling?” He acquired.

You giggled, kissing Severus’ cheek.

“We’ve got to pick a name for her.”

[fortheloveofwonderland]

Sixty Six Percent [Spencer x fem! Reader]

A/N - This is for my “girls night out” square on my CM bingo card for @cmbingo​, which you can find the masterlist for here. Also loosely based off this prompt I’ve been wanting to write for a while - Our best friends are that awful “cute” couple that make out in public and call each other “sweetie” and “sugar” and god they’re awful, let’s talk about how awful they are – develops into “oh we’re that awful couple now”. Includes some Galvez and is set circa season 14 ish. Bottom right image taken from Kirsten’s Instagram. 

CW - not much really - just drinking and fluff.

In which girls night takes an unexpected turn when it coincides with boys night.

WC: 2.2K

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Western’s bar in DC on a Friday night had been a must for girls night out. It was known for its cheap drinks, loud music and packed dance floor. Everything you and the girls were looking for. 

When your closest friends worked for the FBI, arranging girls night was always a near impossible feat. You’d lost count of how many times Penelope, Emily, JJ and Tara had to bail on your plans because another case had come up. 

You understood, you’d been best friends with Penelope for years now and you appreciated their schedules were hectic but you were always left downtrodden when they’d had to cancel again. 

But finally after weeks of cancellations and rescheduling, tonight they had been free for girls night. 

Shots were flowing and you all showed off your moves on the dance floor. You and Tara being the only single ones of the group danced with a few men but it was all harmless flirting, nothing serious. 

You weren’t looking to take someone home tonight. 

It was nearing midnight and you had all taken a break from dancing to rehydrate with vodka. You noticed Penelope’s eyes shift away from the girls across the room and her perfectly sculpted eyebrows knitted together.

“What is it, Pen?” You asked her, having to speak loudly to be heard over the music. 

“We can’t just have one night.” She rolled her eyes but then her face broke out into a large smile. “Excuse me.” And with that she sauntered off.

Your gaze followed where she had gone to see her throwing herself into the arms of her boyfriend, Luke Alvez. 

You chuckled to yourself, nudging Emily in the arm.

“They just can’t stay away from each other can they?” You laughed.

“It’s disgusting really.” Emily also laughed. 

“Looks like they're having a boys night. We should probably go and say hi.” JJ shrugged.

“I suppose it would be rude not to.” Tara agreed.

The four of you followed in Penelope’s footsteps across the room. You’d met most of the team over the years thanks to Penelope and you said your hellos to Luke, Rossi and Matt. 

The last man you came to had incredible hazel eyes, which even in the dim lighting of the bar you could see were flecked with gold. He had a light stubble on his cheeks and untamed curls you had a sudden desire to run your fingers through. 

Spencer Reid, you assumed. You’d heard of him countless times but for whatever reason the two of you had never met. You got the impression he avoided social situations in lieu of more academic pursuits. 

You’d heard stories of his time in prison and looking at him now it struck you that there was a hint of sadness in those hazel eyes and you assumed that must be why. 

“You must be Spencer.” You smiled a little shyly at him. You had no idea he’d be so attractive. “I’m Y/N.”

He smiled at you but you noticed it was stifled. Like he knew the fact you knew his name meant you knew what had happened to him.

“Yes, I’m Spencer. I’ve heard a lot about you Y/N, I can’t believe we’ve never met before.” Despite the sadness about him, his eyes seemed to sparkle as they looked at you and it made you feel hot under the collar. 

“Me either.” You couldn’t help but beam, had Penelope been hiding him from you? He was just your type. 

You turned to look at your friends briefly but were surprised to find them gone. Tara, Emily, JJ and Matt were now dancing in the middle of the floor while Rossi propped up the bar, sipping his single malt. 

A few feet from where you were standing with Spencer, Luke and Penelope were swapping saliva in an extremely NC-17 fashion. 

He had his hands on her voluptuous backside and her fingers were clawing at his shirt. 

“Are they always like this?” You turned back to Spencer with a grimace.

He shrugged.

“Not always but often enough not to be phased by it anymore.” He chucked a little. 

“Young love.” You laughed too. 

“They’re actually pretty cute when they aren’t pushing the boundaries of public displays of affection.” 

“Pen always refers to him as bunny, it makes me sick.” You laughed harder.

“Oh gosh.” Spencer pulled a face. “They flirt over the phone on cases all the time. It takes forever to get an answer out of Garcia because they have to flirt in every single call.”

“I bet he hasn’t described to you their sex life in graphic detail. Because Penelope has.” You shudder a little. “I know more about Luke’s anatomy than I ever needed to know.”

“That’s...that’s unfortunate.” Spencer laughed. 

“Yeah that’s one way to put it.” 

“Can I buy you a drink?” His smile was much less sad now, and more genuine as he looked at you. The way he was smiling at you made you feel weak. 

“That would be really nice.” You nodded. 

You followed Spencer to the bar where he ordered you both a drink and paid. He then led you over to a small booth away from the chaos where you sat next to him to allow you to be able to converse over the music. At least that’s what you told yourself.

It had nothing to do with the fact you wanted to be close to him. Absolutely nothing. 

“One time we were on a case in Boston and I called Garcia and for whatever reason she thought I was Luke and she started graphically describing what she was going to do to me, Luke when I got home. It was...disturbing to say the least.” 

“Oh wow. That sounds...horrible.” You laughed. 

“I’ve not been able to properly look her in the eye since.” Spencer pulled a face.

“They are the definition of sickening. But they’re happy. I guess that’s all that matters.” You shrugged, sipping your drink. “They’re lucky, one night stands have never worked out that well for me.” 

“No?” Spencer looked inquisitive. “I’ve never had one.”

“Really?” You raised an eyebrow at him. “I thought everyone had had at least one.”

“Statistically only sixty six percent of American’s have had a one night stand before.” 

“I forgot Penelope told me you were a genius.” You laughed again. “That’s a surprisingly low number.” 

“It’s still over two hundred and sixteen million people.” he didn’t even look as though he had to think to know something like that. You were impressed and felt slightly inadequate in comparison to him.

“Oh, in that case I suppose it is a lot.” you didn’t really know what you could say to that. “Can I ask why you’ve never had a one night stand?”

Spencer contemplated his answer this time. Facts and statistics rolled off his tongue but when he had to speak of personal things it often took him a moment to find the right thing to say.

“I suppose I’m a romantic at heart. One night stands seem kind of...disheartening to me. I’m not saying never but I’ve never felt the need thus far in my life.”

“See I don’t agree.” you turned in your seat so you could look at him properly. This close you could really see his incredible bone structure, high cheekbones and a sharp jawline. You wanted to run your fingertips over the delicate curves of his face, kiss the stubble on his soft skin and make your way to those plump lips of his. “Being single is hard, especially when your best friend is Penelope who is and is all loved up with Alvez. One night stands provide a little solace from the loneliness I guess.” you shrugged, trying not to sound like you were throwing a pity party for yourself. 

“But isn’t it just lonely all over again when it's over?” Spencer leaned closer to you and your eyes were fixated on his lips. 

“I don’t know.” mirroring him, you leaned closer. “We could always find out.” you smirked at him. You had just met him and you knew being so brazenly flirtatious could be dangerous territory. But you’d gone all these years without ever crossing paths so you supposed if this went south and Spencer rebuffed you then avoiding him wouldn’t be that difficult. 

His facial expression didn’t change so you had no idea what he was thinking or how he had taken your advances. He leaned even closer and your eyes were still locked on his lips.

“Are you asking me to come home with you Y/N?” his eyes were dark, lust perhaps? 

“I’m asking you to join the sixty six percent Spencer.” 

For a few long seconds neither of you moved or spoke. Spencer eyes fell over you, lingering longer on your lips. You shifted a little in your seat feeling hot under his intense gaze. He leaned even closer and you thought he was about to kiss you, but just as he inched towards you, a voice snapped you back to reality.

“Y/N there you are!” it was Emily. “And Spence, hey.” 

“Hi Emily, what’s up?” you would never forgive her if she had gotten in the way of Spencer kissing you.

“Come and dance, it's girls night!” she tugged your arm, pulling you so you were on your feet. 

Spencer shuffled out of the booth behind you. As Emily started dragging you towards the dancefloor, he came close to your ear and whispered “I’ll come and find you later.” and then he headed over towards Rossi who was still propping up the bar.

You danced with the girls for hours, even Penelope when she came up for air and pried herself away from Luke for more than a few seconds. The drinks kept flowing, laughter was aplenty; it was a great night all round. It had been worth waiting for.

Around three am you and the girls decided to call it night. You were a little tipsy and your feet hurt from all the dancing. You had lost track of Spencer earlier in the night, you were a little disappointed but it was probably for the best. A one night stand with your best friend's colleague would no doubt only end in disaster. 

You said your goodbyes outside, hugs and cheek kisses were dished out and they all promised you would have another girls night as soon as their schedules allowed. You lived on the other side of town than the girls so you waved off their cab from the curb and awaited the next one. It wasn’t long before another cab pulled up and to your confusion the rear window rolled down as it came to a stop.

“Told you I’d find you later.” Spencer smiled at you from the backseat. 

You tried to hide your blush as you slid in next to him. 

“I thought you left.” you buckled yourself in and almost immediately Spencer took hold of your hand.

“Not without you.” he leaned closer and then his lips pressed against yours in the backseat of the cab and you felt your whole body turn to jelly at the sensation. He used his free hand to cup your face as he deepened the kiss.

You felt a jolt of electricity coarse through you, something you had never felt before. Your lips moved in such a synchronized fashion it was crazy to think you had never done this before. You felt as though you’d waited your entire life for this moment. 

The kiss lasted a few minutes and when it ended you both panted slightly, trying to grasp at the air that had escaped your lungs. He kept his hand on your cheek, stroking small circles on your skin with his thumb. 

“Are you ready to join the sixty six percent club Spencer?” you smirked at him in the dark. 

He kissed you again, softly this time, more cautiously. 

“I’m quite comfortable in the minority. And I already know I am not going to be able to settle for one night with you.”

Your heart melted at his words, and the loving look he was giving you. You squeezed his hand, kissing him once more.

“If you take me for breakfast in the morning, you can have as many nights as you like.” you winked at him which made him blush a little.

“I’m sure we can arrange that, my love.”

“Thirty four percent it is then.” you laughed, settling your head on Spencer’s shoulder. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and kissed your head. 

You would have to berate Penelope for not introducing you to Spencer sooner. But you might also need to cut her and Luke some slack, because you had a feeling you and Spencer were going to become an awful, cutesy couple just like them. But when it was happening to you, you didn’t mind so much. Maybe you’d even let Spencer call you bunny…

...On second thoughts, maybe not. Somethings would never change. You’d leave the cringey nicknames to Penelope and Luke. At least for now anyway. Tomorrow was another day. 

[incorrectbandofbrothersquotes]

Hi Kelsey! How you doin? May I request one shot for Roliet? Back to chap18 Right on Time, I really loved this one, for it's the beginning of forgiveness. Both have witnessed the camp, can't sleep, so maybe a drink late at night and little talk just to comfort each other? Thank you so <3 You have a wonderful sense of humour!! Please, keep writing

Aw, thank you so much! I love this prompt, so I hope you enjoy the direction it went! I am definitely still writing :)

(CW: Holocaust references)

The night was eerily quiet. The air heavily still. Juliet wished for a breeze, even if it had a cold bite to it as the German spring shook off the harsh winter. She’d have appreciated the hoot of an owl or a chirp of a cricket even. Anything to disrupt the deathlike hush that had taken over the regiment since the discovery of the camp outside Landsberg. Looking out at the dark street from the stoop of her billet, she wrapped her sweater tighter around her. 

The images of those men at the camp kept swimming to the forefront of her mind like waves meeting the shore. Their gaunt, desperate faces blinking at them from behind those barbed wires. She squeezed her eyes shut, hoping to make them go away, but it didn’t work. She could never forget what she had seen. For the rest of her days, they would haunt her, and she owed it to them to get the story right. But what words could describe that level of horror? Did any language have the vocabulary to contain the depth of that kind of evil? She wasn’t sure. 

“Couldn’t sleep?” 

She looked up at the familiar sound of Ron’s voice and found him standing in front of her, a bottle in his hand, but she couldn’t make out the label in the darkness. She shook her head. Even with heavy eyelids, sleep had eluded her. So much was on her mind now. 

“No,” she said. 

“Me neither,” he returned. “Can I sit?” 

“Sure,” she agreed, and scooted to her right to make room. 

He took a seat and offered her the bottle. “I think it’s whiskey.” 

“Don’t you know?” she questioned. 

“Can’t read German,” he replied with a shrug. 

“I don’t even know why I asked,” she said, finally taking it. “I could use a drink. Any drink.” 

He didn’t answer that, and she took a swig. It had the taste of whiskey, for sure. She felt the warmth from her mouth all the way down her throat and into her chest. Her expression soured at the bitterness, but the tension began to ease out of her neck and shoulders. 

“Thanks,” she said, and handed it back to him. 

He didn’t drink from it. He only set it on the ground between his feet and looked straight ahead. “I’m sorry.” 

She looked at him. “For what?” 

“You shouldn't have seen that.” 

“Ron, I’m a reporter,” she reminded him. “My job is to handle things - topics - that are difficult.” She paused and dropped her gaze to the ground. “Though I will admit this goes beyond that. More like…evil of biblical proportions.” 

She appreciated that he didn’t laugh, as she wasn’t trying to be funny. This sort of thing was not a comical subject, and she never wanted to make light of it. 

“Yeah,” he said. “I still -”

“Stop it,” she cut across him. “You couldn’t have prevented my going. And besides, the more people that can bear witness to it, the more credit the story will have.” She paused another beat. “Now I just hope I can give credit to the story.” 

He finally looked at her. “You doubting yourself?” 

“No!” she scoffed, and he raised an eyebrow. She deflated. “Yes…yeah…It’s just…this is huge. And I’ve never done anything like this. I mean, most of my articles before were on which designers Katharine Hepburn and Vivien Leigh wore to premieres, not a massive fucking war crime that-” 

“Hey,” he stopped her, putting his hand on her knee. “Don’t do that.” 

She nodded toward the probably-whiskey bottle. “Could I have another?” 

“As much as you want,” he assured her, and he handed it back to her, not moving the hand on her knee, which was starting to feel as warm as the booze. “Look at me, Jules.” 

She met his gaze as she swallowed, his eyes shining in the moonlight, and she knew he was serious. The urge to look away was overwhelming with his intensity, but she remained resolute. 

“Just a reminder,” he began. “You wrote about a little girl who was killed by someone who was supposed to keep her safe, and you did that girl justice, with every sensitivity to the needs of her family and the seriousness of the situation. This is a much larger scale, but there’s no reason you can’t do the same now.”

He must have been feeling especially sympathetic because Ron rarely had so much to say. Which was part of what made them great when they were together because Juliet was such a talker. But she’d needed those words from him. He believed in her. After everything they had been through, he still believed in her. 

“You are Juliet fucking Fletcher,” he went on. “And that is…impressive.”

She blinked, her eyes stinging with a sudden mist welling up inside them. A vice grip of affection clamped down on her heart the longer she looked at him and soaked in what he said. Her hand came to rest on top of his, and she gave it a squeeze, hoping it conveyed her gratitude. 

“Thank you,” she said in a hoarse whisper. 

He nodded. It had a finality about it that suggested he wouldn’t hear another word on the subject, and he looked back out toward the street. She rested her head on his shoulder. He didn’t resist or push her off, which was encouraging all on its own. 

He cleared his throat. “Jules.” 

“Hm?” she returned. 

“Any idea how we move forward from this?” he asked. “What we saw today?” 

She shook her head. “Not really. But…I suppose we can take comfort in one thing.” 

“What’s that?” 

“We aren’t alone,” she said. 

“No,” he said softly, a rust to his voice she had never heard before. “I guess we’re not.” 

She snuggled closer to him as a cool wind blew through, rustling the trees and kicking up dust on the road in front of them. A breath of life, and the promise of a fresh start.

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[dongofthewolf]

Omg I’m sorry for not realizing u had a list 😅 but I wasn’t wondering if u could do 41 with Abby and could u make it like rlly angsty but with some fluff or smut at the end

Everything Good in Life Seems to Lead Back to You

Abby Anderson X Reader

Prompt: 41. Overhearing they have feelings for you

Warnings: blood and injury, canon typical violence, swearing, fluff, angst (I tried anon I tried), Owen slander once again (sorry not sorry)

Gender neutral pronoun for the reader (if you’d like your request to use specific pronouns please add to the ask)

Link to the prompt list here

A/N: it’s safe to say that I wrote this with the speed of a thousand blazing horses if that even makes any sense. I hope that you all enjoy this lovely word vomit (esp if you requested) it was a blast to write !!

btw the Virginia Woolf reference is from her letters to Vita Sackville and the Jane Austen one is from Pride and Prejudice. What can I say? I guess I’m just a hoe for old love, baby.

Abby spent a lot of time reading; so much so that she had created this false expectation of what love was supposed to feel like. Abby believed that love was supposed to be strong, and passionate, and bright—an everlasting devotion. Of course she shrugged it off at first, they were just books after all—pieces of fiction to fantasize and dream about. Love wasn’t something you could define in a book nor could it ever live up to the likes of Shakespeare or Virginia Woolf.

Abby had never been in love; she sometimes believes she came close to some iteration of it when she was with Owen, but looking back now she realized that what she felt wasn’t love. It was a desperate attempt to be wanted—to be needed, a manifestation of her desire for approval. And after her falling out with him, Abby had come to accept that she simply wasn’t made for love, and that if by some miracle she ever did fall, it definitely wouldn’t be like the books.

That was Abby’s initial perspective on love, but oh how times have changed. The moment you waltzed into her life, every sad, pathetic notion she had about love was thrown out the window in a matter of seconds. Never in her most outrageous dreams did Abby expect to fall this hard, especially since the two of you were practically best friends.

In fact, it had been very platonic at first; Abby was your superior and you often worked together on missions. She didn’t know what compelled her to talk to you but when she did, the two of you hit it off immediately. You started training together, then working out together, and eventually you were spending almost every minute together. The two of you could literally correctly predict every thought that went through each other's head, all except of course (in Abby’s case) for one. It even got to the point where you both somehow knew when the other couldn’t sleep, so much so that Abby had grown accustomed to opening her door to see you holding a glass of milk and a plate of cookies like a little kid on Christmas. She had spent so many sleepless nights alone only to realize that the one thing she was missing, was you and your adorable midnight snacks.

Abby never entertained the thought of professing her slightly less than platonic feelings for you, because she had become content with the idea that you’d simply never feel the same. However, while she had come to accept her unfortunate situation to be a permanent one, it still hurt her when she saw you flirt with other people. And she’d be lying if she said your absentminded touches didn’t still send her soaring. Sometimes she hated how naturally affectionate you were, it made it so hard for her to not love you.

The box that Abby had continually shoved herself into so she wouldn’t fuck up your friendship was almost starting to feel like home, and as uncomfortable as it was, she knew it was for the best. Almost nothing could compel Abby to leave this torturous, self-inflicted prison she was trapped in. Almost nothing.

—

The mission was supposed to be a simple one: get in, get the weapons, get out. A mission so simple, the both of you could’ve done it in your sleep. In fact, on a few occasions after a long night of drinking, you had practically done just that. You met up with the group of traders who you were well acquainted with, and the deal went down smoothly. Everything was going according to plan, which is why you and Abby were completely caught off guard when a group of rogue hunters suddenly began firing shots like it was a fucking carnival.

Turns out there was a new rival group in town, and someone had tipped them off. You and Abby luckily were able to find cover from their relentless fire, but not before you got a bullet straight through your left thigh. You didn’t even realize it at first, the adrenaline coursing through your veins still working to protect you from the devastating pain that was to come. When you did notice it, you had already lost copious amounts of blood. Then the dizziness began to set in, and soon after the pain. Abby hadn’t even realized you were injured till you slumped over on the ground next to her.

Looking down in horror, Abby lifted you into her arms. “Y/N? What’s wrong? Why are y-” Then Abby noticed the blood, and suddenly she was panicking. “Oh shit. Oh fuck, Y/N we have to get you out of here.”

“T-the package, we need the package. Can’t leave without it.” Your response was weak, desperate. You had to finish the mission, the WLF was in dire need of these supplies and you were not going to be the one to tell Isaac you failed.

“Fuck the package, we need to get you back to base.” Abby removed her belt, turnoqueting your leg with such surprising ease that you nearly didn’t notice the agonizing pain in your leg. Nearly.

You groaned when Abby hoisted you into her arms bridal style, careful not to move your leg too much before she booked it to the truck. When she plopped you down into the passenger's seat and began to speed away from the scene, you suddenly felt your eyes becoming heavier. You were so tired. You had lost so much blood already and your body felt like it was shutting down.

Abby was frantically racing towards the base, eyes fixed to the road until she heard you let out a small whine. “Abby, I‘m so tired. Need to sleep.”

Abby noticed you drifting off and she reached her arm out to shake your shoulder violently. “No. No sleeping, you gotta stay awake Y/N.”

Though Abby didn’t mention it, she was terrified. When she looked over at you, you were pale and cold to the touch, drifting off while your leg continued to bleed profusely despite her tourniquet. This could be it; you could die right now, and Abby would have lost the one person in this world she cared about most. She couldn’t let that happen, she wouldn’t.

You were equally as terrified as Abby; every natural instinct in your body was begging for you to sleep and you were becoming tired of trying to ignore it. The last thing you remembered was the look on the face of the girl you had fallen for, her eyes brimming with tears while she wore a desperate, horrified expression.

—

You laid unconscious for what felt like an eternity and Abby never left your side. She had abandoned her duties (with Isaac’s permission) and spent every second next to you, her head resting on the edge of your bed while she waited for you to wake up. The only thing that prompted Abby to step away was Manny, who had heard what happened and went to check on her.

Manny knew full and well that Abby was in love with you; in fact, almost all of Abby’s friends knew. Abby had confided in him during many torturous nights and he was a surprisingly good listener. He understood her circumstances and never pushed her to confess her feelings for you, even if it did annoy him how oblivious Abby was to the fact that you obviously felt the same way. “Abby, I heard what happened. Is everything okay?”

Abby was exhausted, she hadn’t slept at all since you made it back to the base and she couldn’t get the memory of your cold, pale body out of her head. “I almost lost them, Manny. Y/N could’ve died out there without ever knowing how I feel about them.” Tears threatened to fall but Abby did her best to keep her composure.

“It’s going to be okay, Abby. Y/N’s here and they’re alive, and that’s all that matters.” Manny’s hand was on Abby’s shoulder, trying his best to comfort her. “You should tell them how you feel though.”

“Huh?” Abby hadn’t expected that. Manny knew her situation well enough to know that telling you how she felt was a bad idea… It was a bad idea, right?

“It’s like you said, Y/N could’ve died without ever knowing how you feel about them. Wouldn’t it be better to have no regrets at all?” The words stopped Abby in her tracks. She never thought she’d actually agree with Manny.

“It’s just- I love Y/N so much, and I don’t want to lose them this way.” Abby was on the brink of tears, her voice turning into a desperate plea.

“I’m not going anywhere Abs.”

Abby froze, turning around slowly. You were gripping to the doorway for support, limping on one leg and looking extremely weathered.

“Y/N!” Abby immediately ran to put your arm around her shoulder while she carried you back to your bed, setting you down carefully. “You shouldn't be on your leg, you could make it worse.”

There was genuine concern on Abby’s face and in that moment you weren’t sure you could love her any more than you already did. She was so incredibly sweet and caring and no one had ever shown this much concern for your safety and well-being. You had heard her through the door and you couldn’t stop yourself from interrupting her. There was so much about Abby you absolutely adored and she had no idea. How could she not have known you were hopelessly in love with her? Was she truly that oblivious to your obvious flirting? All the subtle touches, the pathetic excuses to sleep in her bed, the fact you literally went out of your way to find rare coins so you could bring them back to her, it all just flew over her head. You couldn’t believe it.

Abby was still rambling about your leg, clearly trying to pretend like she didn’t just profess her love for you while you were standing right behind her. Instead of speaking, you wrapped your hands around her neck before leaning in, silencing her with a kiss so perfect you could’ve passed out right there. You could tell she was stunned at first, but soon enough she was kissing you back. Her fingers were running through your hair and when you pulled away she leaned her forehead against yours, not wanting to part from you.

“Did you mean it?” You pulled away to look Abby in the eyes, your hands still wrapped around her shoulders.

Abby had a dumbstruck look on her face. “Mean what?”

“When you said you loved me, did you mean it?” Your eyes searched her face for an answer while your heart was beating a million miles a minute.

Abby smiled, her eyebrows furrowed as she spoke. “Y/N, I have loved you for as long as I can remember. I’m so hopelessly in love with you that it’s almost pathetic. You have no idea how essential to me you have become—how many nights I’ve stayed awake because you weren’t there to hog all the blankets. Y/N, you have no idea how ardently I love you.”

You smirked “Abigail Anderson did you just quote Virginia Woolf and Jane Austen?” You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, Abby could be such a nerd sometimes.

“I just confessed my ever-lasting love for you and that’s the first thing you say?” Abby was smiling widely now, relief flowing through her now that she no longer had to conceal her feelings for you.

“I love you too Abs, so fucking much. Also I do not hog the blankets, your comforter is simply too small.” Abby chuckled before she leaned in for another kiss, the worry suddenly disappearing the moment her lips touched yours.

Although Abby had never really known what she expected love to be, this is what she imagines it’d feel like, and you bet your ass it was better than the books. To tell the truth, it was better than any other conceivable thing on this entire planet. Nothing could beat the way Abby felt now that she had finally broken free from her excruciating self-inflicted prison.

Abby pulled away from the kiss, gazing at you lovingly. “Are you hungry?”

God damn Abby, it was like she knew exactly what you were thinking. You didn’t know how long you had been unconscious for, but you were ravenous. “Starving.”

And almost as if you were telepathically communicating, the both of you spoke at the exact same time.

“Cookies?”

“Cookies.”

[userpoe]

you bring me home

pairing: poe dameron & gn!reader 

word count: 800+ 

summary: repairs on Black One go...awry

warnings: n/a, poe messing around with wires without gloves again because he’s a fool and we should’ve known I’d make a fic about it eventually. (very loose) prompt fill from luminouspoes: i was wondering if you'd mind writing something about poe taking a quiet recruit that just joined the resistance under his wing.

“Can you hand me the -”

Without lifting your gaze from your holopad and the book you were reading on it, you handed Poe the roll of spacing tape he needed. He was on a mechanic’s creeper, curled up underneath Black One and doing his damndest to fix the newest set of repairs on his own without enlisting the help of any of the mechanics on base.

So far, there’d been a lot of swearing.

You weren’t really necessary for the process of repairing Poe’s beloved X-Wing, you were mostly just there to spend time with Poe. You’d already finished all your duties for the day and hadn’t been assigned anything else so far, so you’d sought out Poe. Ever since you’d joined the Resistance six months ago, Poe had taken you under his wing - you were training to become a pilot, but it went beyond just being potential future squadmates or him simply helping you with your training...he’d become your friend.

It seemed strange, considering you were relatively quiet in comparison to him, but somehow the differences in your personalities seemed to reasonably balance each other out. He got you to come out of your shell a little bit, and you got him to slow down here and there.

Which sometimes meant reclining against a trolley full of tools and catching up on reading while the empty hanger filled with the sound of various classic tunes playing from his radio as he worked, the air balmy even as the sun crept lower and lower toward the edge of the horizon.

You jumped when a series of sparks exploded beneath the X-Wing and you heard Poe swear again. Instinctually, you grabbed his legs and yanked him and the creeper out from beneath the ship. His face was covered in soot and his eyes were squeezed shut in anticipation of pain. You rolled your lips in a tight line as he went on a little face journey, anticipation sliding to confusion, then bafflement, and then he peered open one dark eye at you, and he grinned. “My hero,” Poe said, patting you on your thigh as he sat up with a groan.

“Still certain you can fix it without anyone’s help?” You asked, trying not to laugh as you sat aside your things to fetch him a clean cloth to wash up with. Poe ran a hand through his curls to shake out any residue from the tiny explosion, as you crouched back down in front of him with a clean grease rag you’d found. You’d dumped some water from your canteen onto it, so you could scrub his face clean.

“I didn’t want to bother anyone with it,” Poe protested as you wiped away the soot, frowning as he added, “and it seemed like a simple fix.”

You tried not to laugh again, but for a very different reason: it was an open secret on base that Poe was completely oblivious to how…mercurial Black One could be. BB-8 had referred to it as a ‘pain in the ass’ more than once in the time you’d known the droid. It was no surprise to you that Poe was having such a difficult time repairing it. “It’s never simple with your ship, Dameron. You know you could have at least put gloves on, you’ll electrocute yourself if you’re not careful.”

“C’mon hotshot, careful’s my middle name.”

“Is it?” You ask innocently, “I could have sworn it was menace -” you shrieked as he shot his hand out to tickle your sides in retribution. You swatted at his shoulder with the rag to get him to stop so you could finish cleaning up his face.

“There,” you said once you’d gotten the last strips of grime off his face. Poe smiled gratefully up at you, and your heart did a tiny somersault as you returned it. “All cleaned up now.”

“Thanks,” Poe said, taking the rag from you to wash his hands. “Are you hungry?”

“Little bit,” you admitted. It was closely approaching dinner time. “Why, are you?”

“Kind of. I was thinking about running to the mess and grabbing us some plates of food to bring back here for us.” Poe said, sliding off the creeper, which he kicked back underneath Black One, which he shot a slightly dirty look for good measure, before turning back to you with a hopeful expression.

“You don’t wanna eat in the mess tonight?” You asked, head tilted slightly to the side in confusion.

“Not really. I’m kind of enjoying hanging out here with you and the music,” he nudged your leg with his knee. “Minor explosions notwithstanding, it’s been fun.”

That did make you laugh. “You are a ridiculous, ridiculous man, Poe Dameron. But I accept.” You hesitated, then added, “Bring back some caf too if they have any?”

Poe was already scrambling to his feet, stopping long enough to drop a kiss to the top of your temple. “You got it, hotshot. I’ll be back before you know it!” And then he was jogging his way back further into the base, to collect yours and his dinner.

You watched after him for a minute, then shook your head with another, softer indulgent smile. You weren’t sure how you got so lucky to have a friend like him, but on nights like this, you especially felt grateful you’d chosen each other.

[translightyagami]

James “translightyagami/avoidfilledwithcelluloid” Death Note Fic Masterlist

Hello to all you guys out there. Here is my full masterlist of allllll the Death Note fanfic I’ve written: There are over 120 fics contained within this entire list. I’m going to split it up by chapter fics, one-shot fics, short fic compilations, and gift fics I’ve done for fandom exchanges. The descriptions will tell you what the pairings are (mostly Lawlight, but there’s other stuff too). There are several posts of mine that are loosely defined fic, but I won’t be adding those in this post as they are just … hard to organize lol.

Fics are marked with E if they have explicit content and T if there are textual references to transgender characters. Chapter fics are marked as either complete or currently incomplete. Okay! Here we go! 

[UPDATED 11/20/2021]

CHAPTER FICS

sit and stay awhile https://archiveofourown.org/works/31032719 complete Light has a fantasy of sitting in L’s lap, and he’s got a plan to make that a reality.

the art of ink and flowers  https://archiveofourown.org/works/35106943 currently incomplete, E, T Light needs an apprentice and thinks he's found the perfect one in young firecracker Mello. Now to deal with Mello's uncle, the strange, mysterious, and - oops! - super hot florist Ryuzaki, who doesn't want his nephew near a tattoo parlor. What could possibly go wrong?

i could write it (better than you ever felt it) https://archiveofourown.org/works/13913043 currently incomplete Light works in the To-Oh university library, where he meets his favorite romantic mystery author, Eraldo Coil, who later reveals himself to be the great detective L. Through the course of their working together to solve a crime, Light finds he might have feelings for L and those feelings might be shared by the detective novelist.

your heart is an empty cup https://archiveofourown.org/works/13027707 currently incomplete Light is the assistant manager of a Starbucks in NYC, and L is one of his most annoying customers. When L accuses Light (correctly) of being Kira, as well as mysteriously asking for his help on a different case, the barista has to decide if he’s ready to get in bed with the enemy – maybe even literally.

the forest holds strange creatures https://archiveofourown.org/works/16442660 complete, E, T Light, a paranormal research grad student, comes to a small town trying to find a mysterious cryptid. He finds L, a 10-foot-tall tree creature, who helps Light discover the greatest cryptid of all: love. The only reason this one is in the chapter fic section is because it includes a Halloween special chapter with the intro of Beyond Birthday into the cryptid AU.

At Your Service https://archiveofourown.org/works/19229524 complete, E, T The Yagami family owns the sprawling, exclusive Hotel Kitsune where all sorts of international espionage agents make their temporary home. That includes the great detective L, whose romantic tension with Light comes to a boiling point when he comes to stay after a long absence.

best practices https://archiveofourown.org/works/21113519 complete, E, T Light has been working his way to the top of the corporate ladder thanks to his own hard work, and his more-than-close relationship with L, the company CEO and founder’s son. Their relationship comes to a head when L challenges Light to open himself up, making him vulnerable to showing the true depth of what he feels for L and his own desire to explore sexual power dynamics.

ONE-SHOT FICS

tell me the truth https://archiveofourown.org/works/12592320 E, T Light and Matsuda hit up a bar after work, and then Light hits up Matsuda for sex, praise, and a distraction from the deep emptiness inside him.

constricting https://archiveofourown.org/works/13721580 E, T Light breaks L’s favorite tea cup in their kitchen, and L eats him out because he loves his husband so much.

tell me I’m good https://archiveofourown.org/works/13986861 E In the middle of the night, L receives a drunk call from Light, hiding in the bathroom at a party. The call, turning from desperate to horny, reveals more about Light than L wanted to know.

if at first you don’t succeed https://archiveofourown.org/works/15119816 E, T Light gave his first blow job and accidentally bit L on the dick. He tries to make up for his mistake by trying again.

let me work on you https://archiveofourown.org/works/15884799 E, T As the result of losing bet to him, Light has to be L’s computer desk – naked and laying over his boyfriend’s lap. Of course, when L gives him another sexy challenge, Light can’t help but rise to the occasion.

alterations https://archiveofourown.org/works/17945957 E, T Light comes to visit his boyfriend Mikami at his fancy law office and suggests they have sex there. When Mikami reacts unfavorably, Light has to do damage control, and it smarts a lot more than he expected.

lizard https://archiveofourown.org/works/18552499 E, T Light meets a beefcake guy at a bar on the anniversary of L’s death, and lets him take him home (Lizard is my death note OC, and the fic was a wonderful commission from @queerical​)

Buried Alive https://archiveofourown.org/works/19705540 L and Light live together in L’s underground bunker after the apocalypse scorches the Earth. They watch some VHS tapes and do some gardening.

Our Little Secret https://archiveofourown.org/works/23822881 E After getting his memories, his freedom, back, Light wants to give L a gift: Kira tied up at his mercy. But L isn’t so sure if that gift is the one he really wants.

The Light of the Moon https://archiveofourown.org/works/25052722 E, T L is a vampire and accidentally bites Light, who is haunted by dreams that make him question why he wants L to bite him again (and maybe … something more …)

little animals https://archiveofourown.org/works/26829778 E Light and his werewolf boyfriend L fuck in their backyard garden.

Change OR the one where L and Light get married https://archiveofourown.org/works/27748159  E, T A gift/commish fic for @ohgodplsdontlook​. Six years after the Kira case closes, L and Light go have a wedding in the mansion where L spent his childhood summers. They bring the Yagami family, their baggage, and vows to share each other’s secrets.

a divine power https://archiveofourown.org/works/28018197 E L has a particular power that has helped him get confessions from even the most hardened, tight-lipped criminals, and he offers to use this power on Light to get an honest answer to the question "Are You Kira?" Not really believing L's power is real (and also smelling an easy way to lie his way out of being caught) Light agrees to submit to this bizarre investigative power - not realizing that L is about to make him a *very* honest man. (TL;DR, L has a Magic Cock That Makes Anyone He Fucks Fall in Love With Him AU.)

Possession https://archiveofourown.org/works/29232294 E After being killed by his family for being Kira, Light makes a deal with the demon L to get back to the mortal realm - a very, very sexy deal.

24-Hour Gym https://archiveofourown.org/works/29415480  After the yellow warehouse goes (mortally) in their favor, Light and Mikami frequent the same 24-hour gym. Eventually, after seeing all his work out skills, Light asks Mikami if he can bench press *Kira*.

Fantasy of a Fantasy https://archiveofourown.org/works/29729685  E, T While monitoring the Yagami family home for suspicious activity, L catches Light getting off to a dirty magazine and projects what he thinks his main suspect's fantasies might be.

the chains that bind us https://archiveofourown.org/works/32051299 E, T  Obligatory post-Yotsuba arc fic where Light is released from the handcuffs, and wants desperately to be back in bondage with L. Features a very creative use of the handcuff chain.

Kept https://archiveofourown.org/works/33334282 E, T Omegaverse AU where Light cooks up a horny evil scheme so that L won’t throw him in jail, and also lets him get that alpha lovin’ he so desires.

so glad you’re home https://archiveofourown.org/works/33977605 E, T L returns from a solo case and he and Light have a purr-fect homecoming together - including some spanking, cat ears, and a shower of sappy affection. 

SHORT FIC COMPLIATIONS

hand in unlovable hand https://archiveofourown.org/works/15025058 E Okay so I’ve been answering Tumblr askbox prompts for over 2 years now, and this? This is ALL of the Lawlight fics. There are over 70 Lawlight fics in this compilation, with all the nsfw fics marked as such. Here are somethings you’ll find in this horde: an AU where L is fat; dirty talk; ghost sex; phone calls about buying a house; early morning tea; kissing; spanking; bondage; L’s hair being brushed; and much, much more. If you have wished for a particular type of Lawlight fic, it is probably in this bunch.

Containing Multitudes https://archiveofourown.org/works/17570645 E Like i said, I’ve been answering all types of Tumblr prompts. These are all the multi-pairing fics that are not Lawlight. In over 20 fics, you’ll find Mikalight, Light/Misa, Misa/Takada, Misa/Rem, Light/Namikawa, Beyond/Light, Light/Matsuda, and even a few ones with Light and my DN OC Lizard. All nsfw fics are marked as such.

hereditary https://archiveofourown.org/works/17159354 All the Tumblr prompt fics I wrote specifically about the Yagami Family. About 4 fics long, includes a really nice couple of Sayu and Light sibling sadness fics.

bottom shelf erotica https://archiveofourown.org/works/20899706 E These are the 5 fics that I wrote to fill Death Note kinkmeme prompts. They are few frills, dirty, sloppy, all bottom Light smut fics. Also, since I didn’t want to give myself away on kinkmeme they’re all cis stuff. (because really who else would have been throwing trans smut up there?)

something between us (anyway) https://archiveofourown.org/works/30304620 T, E a slowly updating collection of 10 tumblr fic requests I received for the pairings of lawlight and (my DN OC) lizard/light, covering prompts including omegaverse, coffee shop AU, sexy lingerie, and much, much more.

kinktober 2021 https://archiveofourown.org/works/34235686 E, T updated each saturday of Oct. 2021, these five fics all revolve around lawlight and specific kinky prompts.

GIFT EXCHANGE FICS

your father’s son https://archiveofourown.org/works/15115568 T A Secret Shinigami 2018 gift for AbbodonAbandon. Light and Soichiro have a talk about why Light quit the tennis team. Lots of trans shit in here.

in your shoes https://archiveofourown.org/works/22405516 E A Sexy Enquirer 2019 gift for @pashmina-dhaage​. L is a professor who is having a quiet relationship with one of his grad students, Light. When he sees Light through his office window stepping in mud, L rushes to give him the shoes off his feet.

wash it out https://archiveofourown.org/works/22405648 A Sexy Enquirer 2019 gift for @complicatedmerary​. Mikami and Light, a pianist and violinist respectively with the same opera company, are carrying on a passionate affair while Light remains married to the opera’s soprano, Misa.

Thank you for Reading, Commenting, and Being Nice to Me About My Silly Fic!

[weelittleweasley]

growing pains (d.m.)

prompt as requested by anon: after the war and settling down with draco, the time comes for your children to attend hogwarts.

pairing: draco malfoy x fem! reader

warnings: recollection of pregnancy, recollection of the war, crying, lots of cute fluff though :)

word count: 3.6k

a/n: i cried writing this. have fun.

Never did you think that you would have a normal life with Draco after everything that happened. The war took so much life away from you both; it showed you how truly ugly and vile the world could be. Especially Draco.

After the war, Draco refused to allow himself and his future family live in a world that was so cruel and unforgiving. Draco wanted to undo all of the wrongdoings he had done and work harder for a better future for himself, for you, and your family; it’s what you deserved, he told you. Draco wanted to give you the world and he would rest at nothing to do so.

Draco left his past behind him and moved from Malfoy Manor to settle somewhere new. A new start, a new life. You two were married immediately after the dust had settled from the war. The ceremony was very private just the two of you, professing your undying love for each other, Draco promising profusely that he would do anything and everything to keep you happy.

Life, for the first time, felt ordinary. And you thanked Godric for that. The two of you worked your jobs, supported yourselves, and were happy. And that’s all you could really ask for. You had everything you needed, a job, a roof over your head, and Draco by your side.

Although life was ordinary for the first time in years, Draco would do special things for you here and there to show you just how much he loved you and adore having you as his wife. During work, he’d send you three dozen roses to your desk, earning you strange glances as you just sat there, smiling like a school girl. Or when he knew you had an awfully long day, he’d draw you a bath and pour you a glass of wine and let you be for a few hours, letting you decompress. Or it could be something as simple as leaving you a love note on your pillow when he woke up before you. Draco was so thoughtful when it came to taking the time to appreciate all that he had. He had taken it for granted so many times in the past and with the war, it was all threatened. Draco learned quickly that he needed to recognize his blessings and take a moment each day to really show you how much he cared.

This was more than enough for you, just you and Draco living your lives together, relishing in this new life you created together. 

But soon enough, Draco started casually tossing around the idea of having children. You had been married for a year when it he started toying with the idea of having your own kids. You were in the kitchen, cleaning the dishes from that night’s dinner, Draco wiping down the table.

“(Y/N)?” he spoke from the dining room.

“Yes, my love?” you called back.

Draco walked into the kitchen, leaning on the door frame his arms folded across his chest. “Do you think we should move?” he asked, searching your face for a reaction.

Your eyes furrowed. You had been living in this house for a little over a year and you loved it. It was a symbol of your freedom away from the mess of your pasts and your renewed love and dedication to each other. Why would Draco want to leave this place you so fondly called home? You spoke your thoughts that swirled around your head, “Move? Why would we move?”

He peeled himself off the door frame and took a few steps towards you as you shut off the water and turned towards him to give him your full attention. “I think we’ve out grown this home,” he speaks. “Think about it. With my new business starting and with your promotions at work, we’ll both need a home our own offices. Not to mention, we’ll need a nursery soon and that means we’d have to covert the guest room into one, but where would your parents stay when they visit us. Besides, I want to move somewhere were my commute is shorter to work,” Draco shurgs, dancing around the fact that he just mentioned having a nursery in your home.

You stop him in his tracks, “Hold on there, lover boy,” you tease him with the nickname you’d given him back in your sixth year at Hogwarts. He smiles at the name, lightly laughing. “A nursery? Why would we need one of those?”

Draco inhales a deep breath and takes a step closer to you, placing a hand on your hip, pulling you close to him. “I love you, (Y/N). I always have. You are and will always be the most important thing to me,” he tells you as you smile, him kissing the tip of your nose. “I want to start a family together. We have more than enough money to move into a bigger house,” he refers to his hearty inheritance along with the money he’s made from his booming company, “we are both mature and ready, and don’t try to tell me you wouldn’t want a little Malfoy running around,” he teases.

You hated to admit when Draco was right. He saw the way you watched children play in the park around the corner from your home. How children giggled and played, their small feet running around, tiny voices speaking childish phrases, getting excited over new discoveries. Having a child with Draco would be a blessing. But you didn’t know if you were ready to be a mother yet. It was a large step, and one you wanted to take, it was just a matter of if you were ready for it.

Sighing, you brush your fingers through Draco’s blonde hair, a familiar feeling to the both of you. Draco lets his eyes flutter closed as he hums as you do so. “You’re right, Dray,” you admit as he smiles widely. A child. For the both of you. “But,” you interrupt, “I don’t know if I’m ready to be a mother just yet. I’m doing so well in my job and I love working. I’m not ready to give it up. This is only the beginning for me. And it’s not fair to ask you to leave your job to raise a child.”

Draco lets out a breathy laugh as he cups your cheek, rubbing it gently with his thumb as you lean into his touch. “I’m not asking you to drop everything for our child, sunshine,” he tells you. “Besides, we can always take leave from our jobs temporarily on maternity and paternity leave. When you’re ready, you go back. I run my own company, darling. My own. I call the shots. If I need to work from home to raise the child we created, so be it. I’ll enjoy every moment.”

Your heart flutters as Draco speaks. He really was perfect.

And in nine months time, you had created the most perfect thing you could have ever imagined. Celeste Frances Malfoy. Celeste...your star. A gift from the heavens. Your family was as complete as the sky; Draco, the moon, you, the sun, Celeste, your star.

Watching Celeste grow up was like watching a movie unfold before your eyes. Your beautiful baby girl held the universe in her eyes. And boy, oh boy, was she her father’s child. Identical grey eyes and silver hair, but she had your smile and laugh that made Draco’s heart swell with so much love. She had Draco’s love of mischief and often found herself in sticky situations.

Once you had found Celeste sitting quite literally in the toilet, red lipstick from your make up bag smeared across her face and chest, along with the toilet brush. You gasped as you found her and stared in shock. “Cel, what did you do?” you laughed.

She simply smiled, that mischievous smile at the age of two, and spoke, “It’s my wand! Just like mummy and daddy!” She waved the toilet brush around, making small mouth sounds that replicated those of magic and your wand. 

You laughed at the antics of your toddler. Instead of getting her out of the toilet bowl, you called out for your husband and called that he get the camera. This would be a memory you would love to keep. 

Draco ran in and saw his baby girl in this predicament and burst out laughing. “What mess did you get into, my star!” he laughed as Celeste giggled along with him. “Merlin, I need to tell your Uncle Blaise about this!” he wiped his eyes from laugher. 

The years past and Celeste grew and grew before your eyes. The more she grew up, the more she grew into her features. Her long blonde hair grew out and her eyes only grew to look more like Draco’s. But it became evident that your daughter possessed the same ruthless nature as you did. Celeste was bold and clever and wise beyond her years. She really was a perfect blend of you and Draco. 

Knowing that you could make such perfect children, that only encouraged Draco and you to have more children. Draco insisted that he wanted five children, but you stared at him with wide eyes. “Do I look like Molly Weasley?” you laughed as he chuckled to himself. “How about three?” you suggested as Draco rolled his eyes.

“I don’t like odd numbers. What if two are very close and the third one feels left out. I can’t do that to our children,” Draco pleaded as you groaned. “Four? Four and I’ll never ask for anything else!” he begs as you roll your eyes, knowing damn well that him not asking for anything else was the biggest lie. “Okay, maybe not that, but four! Four is a great number!”

And in typical Draco fashion, he got what he wanted. Four children. Celeste, your oldest, your leader, your star. Xander, your second, the jokester, the pot-stirrer, but also the empath of the family. Sage, your third, the free spirit, the humble one, Miss Independent. And last, Nicolas, your last, the baby, the soft-spoken one, but incredibly defensive of your family and its honor. Your perfect family. 

Each of your children all bore that same striking Malfoy hair, warning children to know who they were messing with. The girls looked much like their father, same hair and eyes, making your heart swell as you looked into their eyes. The boy, on the other hand, had Draco’s platinum hair, but your eyes and smile. The perfect combination.

Having such a large family meant chaos in the house. Celeste would often squeal about how Xander was bothering her while Xander tried to blame Nicolas for his pranks. Sage would quietly sit and observe before telling you the truth about what happened before going back to coloring. You laughed as Xander yelled at Sage for throwing him under the bus, but she just shrugged. The house never being silent always brought you a comfort that you never thought imaginable. The blabbering mouths of your children, the laughter, the fatherly voice of Draco booming over it all, catching your children’s attention. 

Draco was a phenomenal father. You didn’t think he could love anything as much as he loved you, but you stood corrected. Draco loved you fiercely, but Draco poured his heart and soul into the needs of his children. Each child had a different relationship with Draco but each so beautiful and lovely. Celeste, being the oldest, idolized her father and how he treated you with such love and compassion. Xander insisted he wanted to be just like his father, smart, funny, and successful. “What more do you need?” Xander would shrug as you laughed. Sage loved Draco something wild, she would draw him little pictures that he’d tape to the walls of his office, she slept with his old quidditch jumper as if it were a blanket. The sight was heart warming. And Nicolas was the baby, Draco’s baby. Nicolas was Draco’s shadow, following him room through room, staring up at him with wide eyes. Your children loved each other and that was all thanks to how you raised them.

From a young age, you told your children that family was everything. You needed to protect and love each other because if you didn’t, who else would. From then on, your children were fiercely close and loyal to each other. You remember clear as day when Xander got into a fight on the playground and word got to Celeste. Celeste then gathered the other siblings and walked up to the child and scared the living shit out of the poor kid who thought to lay a finger on Xander Malfoy.

As your children grew up, you and Draco knew very well that a Hogwarts letter would arrive in the mail soon for Celeste as she approached her eleventh birthday. Your children knew of magic and magical abilities; you wanted them to know the powers that they would posses rather than shield them so they grew to fear it. Each child had a different reaction when they found out about magic, but all fears dissipated when you showed them each your wands and old robes. (Of course, Draco revering his time as a quidditch team member, Xander immediately yelling that he would also be a Seeker like his father.)

Soon enough, the eve of Celeste’s eleventh birthday rolled around and like you expected a letter dashed through the front mailbox and landed perfectly on the breakfast table as you sat down to drink your morning coffee. The pale beige envelope was addressed to Miss Celeste Frances Malfoy. A small smile grew on  your lips as you sighed and looked towards your husband. Draco’s eyes laced together in confusion, but soon recognized the slip of paper you had in your hands. The two of you smiled at each other before Draco called out, “Cel! You have an early birthday present!”

Almost immediately footsteps sounded down the staircase before Celeste arrived in the kitchen. “What is it?” the almost eleven year old asked excitedly. You handed her the envelope with a beaming smile as she looked at you quizzically. She tore into the envelope and unfolded it to read the words scribbled onto the parchment. Soon, joy and excitement filled her eyes as she squealed out in excitement. “I’m going to Hogwarts?!” she yelled as you and Draco laughed. 

You engulfed your eldest child in a tight hug as happy tears flooded your vision. She was growing up far too fast for your liking.

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The start of school eventually rolled around the corner as Celeste happily pushed all of her luggage through the train stations, veering around different platforms. Draco carried Nicolas in his arms as you held Sage’s hand in yours as Celeste walked ahead with Xander, blabbing about Hogwarts, smiles on both you and Draco’s faces.

Your eldest child was about to embark on the greatest journey of her young adult life and you couldn’t be more excited for her. You had no doubt that Celeste would excel at Hogwarts, taking after both you and Draco. 

“Mum,” Celeste calls from ahead, “What house do you reckon I’ll be sorted into?” she asks.

You smile and look at your husband speaks before you, “I have my guesses, but I don’t want to influence you in any way, my star.”

Cel groans and speaks, “Come on! You reckon I’ll be a Slytherin like you?”

Draco laughs and tells his oldest child, “It doesn’t matter to me or your mother what house you’ll be sorted into. We know whatever house you are in, you’ll make us proud.”

Celeste smiles wide before looking at her surroundings realizing its come to the part she’s heard so much about. You look to Draco who nods as you sigh. Walking to Celeste, you place your hands on her shoulders. “You ready, star shine?” you ask, giving her shoulders a squeeze. Celeste gulps and looks at you, excitement and fear laced in her eyes. “We’re gonna run through together,” you aim the luggage cart at that all too familiar wall. “On the count of three,” you tell her.

Your daughter takes a deep breath in and huffs, “On three.”

“1, 2, 3,” the two of you speak before running directly at the wall, passing through with ease as another world appears before your eyes.

Multiple wizard families bustle through Platform 9 3/4, mothers calling to their children as fathers carry bags here and there. A smile forms on your face as Draco slides his hand in yours. “Looks familiar, doesn’t it?” he laughs as you roll your eyes teasingly.

You grab Celeste’s hand, “Come on, darling. Xander, push the cart for your sister. Sage, hold Daddy’s hand. She’s got a train to catch!” 

Your family starts walking to the platform where the train awaited the loading of multiple new and returning students. Draco loads Celeste’s luggage onto the train with the help of Xander as Nicolas holds onto your leg and sucks on his thumb in wonder at the scene before him.

Turning to Celeste, you see watch her anxiously bite on her lower lip as you did when you were nervous. You place a hand on your daughter’s shoulder. “Cel,” you speak as she turns towards you. “This is going to be the greatest journey ever. Enjoy every minute of it because it goes by in the blink of an eye,” you comfort her as you see tears well up in her eyes. “Oh, sweetheart,” you pull her into a hug, tears forming in your eyes. You hold onto your eldest daughter, pressing kisses onto the top of her head. “I’m so proud of you, star shine. You are going to be incredible. I have no doubt about that.”

Draco places a hand on Celeste’s back and rubs gently. “Your mother is right. When is she ever wrong?” he teases as Cel laughs and hugs Draco’s torso tight. “My star...” he gets choked up before breathing in. He squats to her level and speaks, “Have fun. Make friends. And don’t forget to write us.” Cel giggles as Draco smiles widely at his daughter. “My first born...go kick some ass.”

Cel laughs and hugs you and Draco tightly. You wished you could stay in this moment forever. It was so bittersweet. Watching your baby grow up before your own eyes, but doing everything you’ve ever wanted for her. “Okay, my star,” you pull away, letting her know it was time. “Kids, give Cel a hug goodbye.”

You smile, wiping your tears away as Draco wraps an arm around your waist, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. Your kids embrace in a tight group hug, telling each other how much they will love and miss Celeste. “I’ll be home for Christmas! I love you guys and I’ll see you soon!” Celeste waves as she climbs onto the train. 

“Come on, Cel!” a voice calls out that you recognize as Tanner, Pansy Parkinson’s eldest daughter.

She’ll be just fine. 

Celeste looks at you and Draco as you both send her a wink, letting her know she’ll be just fine. And there she goes, disappearing into the train car.

Slowly, you watch the train pull away from the station, waving at it, watching Celeste embark on the journey of her life. You turn to Draco, watching him gently wipe away the tears that escape his eyes. “Where did time go?” you whisper to him. “I remember being on that train.”

Draco smiles and looks at you, “I remember flirting with you on that train. And then you stomped on my foot and told me to piss off. Didn’t expect to be by my side years later with four children, did you?”

You roll your eyes, “You really know how to ruin a moment, don’t you, Malfoy?” you laugh. “Alright, my lovelies,” you call to your children. “Reckon we should get some ice cream to celebrate, shouldn’t we?”

Your children all cheer at the prospect of a treat as you scoop Nicolas into your arms, kissing his plump cheeks as he giggles. Sage jumps into Draco’s arms and Xander leads the way out.

With one final look back, you sigh out. This wouldn’t be the last time you did that. You still had three more children. But part of you wished it wouldn’t come as quickly as that just did. “One down, three to go, eh?” you tease Draco who laughs.

“Yeah! I’m next! One more year!” Xander exclaims as Draco tickles his sides.

“Yeah, a whole year! Don’t try and leave us too quickly,” Draco laughs as you join in. 

It was almost surreal. The life you and Draco had built with each other. A life of love and beauty; beautiful and healthy children, successful jobs, a beautiful home to call your own, and all your loved ones safe and sound. You thanked your lucky stars that you had this life and that Draco was so adamant on giving it to you.

Draco looked back at you and noticed how deep in thought you were. As you walked through the train station, Draco took one of your hands in his. “I wouldn’t want to go through any of this with anyone else. I love you,” Draco squeezes your hand.

You smile fondly at your husband, brushing his cheek with your thumb. “I love you. Forever and always, my dear,” you whisper before giving him a sweet kiss in the middle of Platform 9 3/4 just like you had done so many times before.

Times flies when you’re having fun.

[skellebonez]

Prompt 10 with syntax and huntsman, please?

... You know, I somehow never actually really considered writing these two as a focus in a fill before now... it's about time I should fix this!

Stop it! You’re only making it worse!

"And what, exactly, do you think you are doing?" Huntsman asked, glowering down at the hand on his arm.

"Helping you, now stop moving," Syntax snapped back at him, pulling the sleeve of his coat up a bit before scoffing and tugging roughly on the sleeve. "Take this off so I can look at it properly."

"Stop it! You’re only making it worse!" Huntsman hissed and winced as the tug pulled on his injury, swatting away at the human turned spider demon’s hand with a scowl. “I was gonna take it off myself anyway, I know how to treat my own wounds!”

Syntax raised an eyebrow, clearly not impressed with the rebuttal. "We'll see about that once your arms are bare. Off, now."

Letting out a soft hiss in his direction the hunter did so carefully, removing the sleeve from his uninjured arm and sliding the other sleeve off as carefully as e could manage with the fabric rubbing against his injury as it was.

They'd been caught off guard. Sent out to gather supplies to rebuild more of the spider bots in secret for an even larger project and had been attacked by the demons that owned the large storage space they'd broken into. Huntsman couldn't blame either himself or Syntax for them being found out, he'd watched the other disable the security system himself after all. They only had the fact that the system came backed up with security guards actually patrolling the ground.

A smart thing, that, having backup security and not having it logged anywhere in your normal system.

Syntax had managed to get by with a couple nasty bruises and a scrape or two, a dent in one of his mechanical spider legs that was already easily mended with the help of their stronger trio-man. Huntsman on the other hand was not as lucky, one of the security guards managing a nasty clawed slice into his arm as they made their escape. There was only so long container of antiseptic and bandages he always carried around (for emergencies, after all you learn to carry something around as a hunter very quickly if you wanted to survive) that he had slapped on at the first chance to relax would last, and Syntax had been shockingly patient as he poured the stinging liquid and covered the wound before they made it back to the lair.

Spider Queen was not pleased when they had arrived back, not angered at them but at the situation they'd all found themselves after... after everything. But she'd softened a bit when she saw their state, sending them both off the treat themselves and rest before the next step in their plan.

And that's how they found themselves where they were. Sitting in what counted as their lair's "infirmary", Syntax with his own coat off set to the side for the moment and covered in small bandages and glowering down at the still seated spider demon in front of him.

Granted, his glower turned into a look he couldn't quite read once his coat has been removed. Frown softened and one eyebrow quirked as he tilted his head to the side.

"What?" Huntsman snapped, resisting the urge to hiss at him again.

"I just realized I've never seen you without your coat before," Syntax replied, smirking a bit. It was less mirthful than expected somehow. "At least you wearing a tank top underneath makes me treating your wound much simpler."

"Who said I was letting you treating my wound?"

"If you want to wrap bandages around that with one hand you can be my guest," Syntax continued on, grabbing the medicine kit that he'd pulled out of a cabinet earlier. "But generally speaking doing so is much easier when done with both hands."

There was no denying that statement. It would be much easier to let Syntax do this than to fight him, and as much as his pride wanted him to snap back and argue and insult him until he left him alone to do this on his own... he was tired.

Huntsman was tired and in pain (loathe as he was to admit it) and after everything that had happened and watching Syntax attempt to talk with the Spider Queen about her new plan only to be shot down at every turn and forced to work longer and harder than either of the other two... he knew Syntax was tired too. He could see the dark circles under his eyes when he didn't wear his visor, how he rubbed them and rested them in his hand when he thought no one was looking. How he'd caught him sleeping in a chair more than once with his hand still on that thing strapped to his wrist as he worked well into the night to help their Queen.

Until the night prior, when he watched him barely manage to stumble in with Spider Queen behind him wearing an odd look on her face, he wasn't entirely sure when the last time he saw Syntax actually return to his sleeping quarters was.

"Fine," Huntsman grumbled, holding out his arm. "Only because I want to sleep."

"You and me both," he barely caught Syntax grumble under his breathe, and he could have sworn he heard the smallest hint of a laugh before the other raised his voice back to normal volume. "Apologies for any discomfort this may cause."

There was nothing said between them for a while after that, Syntax holding his arm firmly and gently (far more gently than Huntsman would have expected) cleaned and disinfected the wound. The hunter didn't even wince at the feeling, too used to it to find it really more than a mild nuisance at this point. It was when Syntax turned to grab the gauze and bandages that Huntsman spoke again.

"Where'd you learn to do this anyway? Aren't you a computer nerd?"

Syntax scoffed, looking at him in mock offense when he knelt down in front of him (he was starting to recognize when Syntax was actually offended and trying to look so to get a rise out of him in their little rivalry). "I work with chemicals and tech and you think I didn't learn at least basic first aid at my original job?"

This actually surprised Huntsman for a moment. He hadn't known the scientist back when he was human for very long, hadn't really known him for very long as a turned demon either, and he was starting to realize he didn't really... know that much about him at all.

"I didn't," he admitted, and he took note in the way the other's grip loosened for half a second before he continued to carefully apply the gauze. "I didn't really think much about your past life at all."

"No one ever asked," Syntax said tensely, clearing his throat as he began carefully wrapping his arm. "Outside of our Queen." He added her on quickly, as if implying she hadn't known about his human life was offensive to her.

"Do you want me to ask?" Huntsman said without thinking, the words out before he could realized he has asked them. He watched as Syntax paused, not looking up from his work but holding the other's wrist in a slightly tighter grip.

"... I don't know," Syntax answered after another beat of silence, continuing on with his work. "Does it matter?"

"I don't know either," Huntsman admitted, looking down and noticing a few things on Syntax for the first time. He'd also never seen the other without his trademark lab coat before, the burn scars on his upper arms and a scrape on his shoulder that was barely hidden by his coat collar now showing under his short sleeved dress shirt. They were old scars, clearly from when he was still human, chemical scars that were more recent dotting his lower arms as well. They may have even been from the experiments with their bots. "You know, I never expected you to actually have muscles."

This time Syntax looked at him in genuine offense, gently yanking at the bandages and making them ache horribly in retaliation... but not too much, Huntsman noted. "Speak for yourself Mr. Macklemore Coat."

"Mackle-what?"

"...Old foreign music reference, nothing more." The scientist sighed out as he finished adhering the bandage, seeming to wilt as his reference was lost on the other and more tired looking than before this conversation started. He stood, gesturing at his work with a half shrug before turning to replace everything back in their original home and grabbing his coat to slide it back on.

The wince that went through Huntsman when he slid his own coat back on and felt a certain something in his coat pocket when Syntax wasn't looking at him hurt more than his wound.

"If that's everything, I-"

"I'm sorry," Huntsman interrupted, shocking the other into turning around with wide eyes. "For not trying to get to know you before all... this."

"I..." Syntax looked around the room. "Uh... it's fine? We can... get to know each other if this all... works."

His words were stilted and awkward, completely understandable given how adversarial their relationship had been until recently. Until they had been starting to be forced to work together.

"We could uh... probably work faster if we rebuilt the bots... together?" Huntsman kept his back turned to the other, not wanting him to see his own awkward expression. "Since I helped in the design process and all and our Queen is... preoccupied. You look like you could use the company."

The two stood still in the infirmary, Huntsman just barely turning to watch Syntax as he thought over his answer. A frown deep set in his face, like he expected this to be a cruel prank on Huntsman's part. But when Huntsman said nothing else he seemed to relax, glancing down at the tear in the other's coat arm.

"... yes. Yes, actually, I think I would appreciate that."