#i crave adopted daughter y/n

[babyyweebbitch]

YALL WHAT SHOULD I WRITE WITH JOHN PRICE SND Y/N

y’all know the ones i wrote with them being like a father daughter relationship, i wanna write that one. I CRAVE FATHER PRICE AND ADOPTED DAUGHTER Y/N I CRAVE ITTTT

[raineydays411]

My Fathers' Daughter pt 13

Hello everyone! Can I just say thank you to everyone for the love and support! Thank you everyone for sticking by me while I took a break. Thank you everyone for the kind messages and ideas. I'm the type of person that needs positive reassurance so really, it's you guys that are the reason I returned to writing.

For the first time in months you felt at peace.

Ironically, it was when you were shoved in a stinky backseat of a dirty taxi. But you were in a stinky taxi with people you truly love.

And Dopinder.

But even he's better than being in that house right now. Anything truly is.

"Hey" A soft voice breaks your thoughts, you turn from where you're looking out the window.

Peter was gazing at you with concern in his eyes. He had his own reservations about coming to get you, that's why Wade had decided to kidnap him. But seeing you, practically throw yourself into him and cry?! He didn't need any more convincing than that.

One thing Y/n Stark does not do is let people see her cry.

"Are you okay?" He asks, knowing that you're not but he knows that you won't tell him if he doesn't ask.

You take a look into his eyes, seeing concern. Then from the corner of your eye you see Wade turn his head an inch, trying to subtly listen in without giving away the fact that he cares about you.

"I'm.." You pause, feeling a knot in your throat, " I'm just really craving a burger."

"What the dick?!" Wade screams from the front, startling all of you in the car, and causing Dopinder to swerve, " We came here for emotional support goddamn it, let us support your emotions!!"

You chuckle at the outburst, mood momentarily lifting, " You can support me by getting me something to eat outside this taxi. It reeks back here...no offense Dopi"

"Non taken Ms. Stark, I am well aware of the unpleasant scents in the back."

Dopinder makes a stop at what looks like a local burger joint in the city , allowing you and Peter to take a breath of fresh air.

Or at least as fresh as Gotham city air could be.

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Back at the Manor, Christine and Bruce are having a long overdue conversation about you and her relationship.

" I just don't understand where everything went so wrong" Christine cried, face held in her hands," I just don't"

"Perhaps when you stopped visiting her when we adopted Dick" Bruce said in a semi sarcastic semi serious voice.

Christine shot a glare to her husband, " I'm glad you find the destruction of my relationship with my daughter funny Bruce, I really do."

Bruce sighs from where he's standing, " I don't find it amusing one bit, but Christine you have to admit this situation is your fault."

"I know it is! Believe me I know" Christine shouts, " These last few months, all I've been reminded is that it's my fault!"

"But where is your accountability?" Bruce asks, " I don't hold what you did against you because it's not my place. The kids don't because quite frankly, this hasn't affected them except for Cassie who thinks you're replacing her, and Damian, who sees you sad and believes Y/n is the sole cause of it."

Christine sighs, the few months you have been in the home, she has noticed Cassie's jealousy towards you and the resentment for the situation. She's done her best to reassure her that she has enough love for the two of you girls, but she still insisted on being as far away from you as possible. Damian...Damian is young and perceptive but difficult so she isn't so worried about him.

"If Y/n just spent time with them--"

"It isn't her responsibility to reassure your children that she isn't taking you away from them. Hell Christine, it isn't her responsibility to make anything easier for you." Bruce says impatiently, " I have been holding my tongue because you're my wife above anything and I am on your side. But being a husband and on your side means that I have a responsibility to tell you when you are wrong."

"Then tell me Bruce, tell me what I'm doing wrong. Please beacause every move I make, I just mess things up." Christine cries, genuienly asking for her husbands help

Bruce looks Christine in the eye, " Well first, you have to stop forcing your motherhood on that poor girl"

He holds a hand up before Christine can say anything, " I know that biologically you are her mother, but you know as well as I do that biological relation has no meaning."

Christine nods, allowing Bruce to continue

"The child you knew is not the young lady you want to get to know." Bruce says sternly, " She has life experiences that you were not a part of, and most of all she's not looking for a mother, Christine she has one. It's just not you."

Christine bursts into tears, the weight of that statement hitting her heart. Bruce gathers her in his arms.

"You need to get to know Y/n not as the child you left behind but as Y/n. That's what all of us need to do."

Christine weeps silently in her husbands chest, truly absorbing his words.

She knows he's right. He usually is.

But it hurts her. She truly has to acknowledge the one thing she has ever been ashamed about. The one thing that she has been repressing and repressing all these years.

That she abandoned you.

She abandoned you. She abandoned you when you were six and she didn't show up to the mothers day dance.

She abandoned you when you were eight and she promise dthat she would take you to get your ears pierced and she didn't show up because of a phone call.

And she abandoned you when you were nine, and she adopted Dick.

"What I don't think I understand is why?" Bruce asked quietly.

All these years, she said it was because she was needed more at the manor rather than in New York. But why did she really?

"Why?" Christine repeats quietly, " I..."

Why did she? What on earth possessed her to do the one thing she promised she'd never do the day you were born.

"I don't know." She says, " I.. spent years, hiding this huge secret from you. Years taking back and forth trips from here to New York, pretending she didn't exist or pretending like you didn't. I just..."

Bruce hums, urging her to continue

" And seeing the disappointment every time I left and didn't take her or disappointment from Tony that I didn't choose them. " She teared up, she hadn't even thought about the pain she put that man through, " Then it was the disappointment from Dick everytime I left. It got too.."

"Too hard." Bruce finished for Christine,

" Yeah," Christine sighed, " I just wanted to stop all the lying and the double lives, but by the time it became too much...it was too deep and I was scared I'd lose it all."

Bruce stayed quiet holding his wife, "I would've hoped that you had enough faith in me to tell me"

Christine scoffed, " Please, do you really believe that at that time you would've forgiven me? Before Damian?"

Bruce sighed, " I guess not."

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As the conversation between Bruce and Christine went on, the kids were having one of their own.

"I don't understand what's so good about her anyway" Cass mumbles, " All she's done since she's been here is cause trouble"

"Yeah like any of us made Ma's life easy since we got here?" Jason spits back defending you, " Dick you didn't even talk to Ma because of your fight with Bruce, I died, Tim didn't even consider her a mother for years, Damian..is damian and hated her for months, plus is a product of Bruce cheating, and you Cass, you almost killed her before you became family."

Everyone stayed silent as Jason basically read them to filth.

"Why?" Damian asks quietly, " Why does everyone like that girl so much?"

"She's just had a hard go of it Damian, just like all of us." Dick said softly, " Think about how you felt when your mother stopped coming around. When you came here and didn't know anyone."

Damian stayed quiet.

"I know you love Mom, I do too" Dick continued, " But the hostility towards Y/n has to end. From all of us."

They stood quiet, letting the words sink in.

"I have been quite pleasant towards her actually" Jason said smugly

"Yeah cause you think with your dick and not your brain" Tim said smartly, only to receive a slap on the back of his head.

"That's my sister you fucking idiot" Jason says angrily.

Dick smiled, glad that at least one person was truly and genuinely on your side in this house, even if it's not him.

" How about we take her out?" Dick says, " Both her and Mom need some space, there's no point in her staying in that room all day and night."

Jason nods," Yeah, that's actually a good idea."

The two oldest sons rise, about to head to you room when Damian speaks up

"You won't find her there."

The boys pause and look at him

"What did you do to her you demon?" Jason says suspiciously

Damian rolls his eyes, " I've done nothing of the sort, but I saw her sneak out and leave in a taxi with an Indian man, a man in a red suit and unfortunate looking face, and a teenager in hello kitty sleeping pants."

Silence.

"Okay, if you're having a stroke please let me know so I can take you to the hospital." Tim said looking concerned.

Damian rolled his eyes again, " She left."

Jason was already barging into your room not even bothering to knock, seeing your room empty and the window open.

"Fuck."

Dick raced in after him seeing the empty room

"Well fuck."

They look at eachother, wondering who was going to tell their mother that you were gone but it was actually Damian that suggested

"Perhaps we should go after her? Mother and Father seemed rather preoccupied at the moment."

Jason looked at Dick and said, " She couldn't have gotten too far."

"Well, it has been a couple hours since she left." Damian adds

"Hours?!" Dick shouts, " Damian why didn't you say anything?"

"I don't like her." Damian rolls his eyes.

"Where's Y/n?" a voice asks

All heads turned to the doorway, seeing their father standing there.

"Um... about that."

"Find her, and you all better hope she's okay."

Everyone scrambled, either to put their suits on or to just make it out of the house.

He said that with his Batman voice.

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Back with you and the red team, as Wade took to calling you all, you all were eating burgers in the parking lot of the now closed burger joint.

" So are you going to tell us what happend or what?" Wade ask with food falling from his stuffed mouth.

You and Peter look on with disgust.

"What?" Wade asks, " Go on and tell us about your mommy issues."

You roll your eyes and look away, missing the look Peter gives to Wade for being to crass.

You get lost in thought, the argument still fresh on your mind.

It made you so angry.

Why? Why did she hide those emails?

The one thing you wanted most in this whole situation was to go home. You missed your father, your mother, the team. Your family.

Instead, she made you believe that your father just forgot about you and your family didn't miss you.

While you knew logically that was impossible, you still stood up late at night because of the doubts creeping in. You cried, longing to hear your father croon rock music while he was tinkering with something, or the soft voice of your mother as she handled some business. You missed the smell of the training room and the sound of Steve teasing whoever he chose to tourture train that day. You missed FRIDAY. The tech. Your life.

"What happened in there" Peter asked softly.

You maintain eye contact with him for about a second before looking away, feeling ashamed with your emotional state.

"I couldn't take it anymore" You said softly, "These people...they weren't... they weren't mean to me or anything but I didn't belong there."

You take a pause then continue, " It's like... I had no purpose there. You know? At home, I help dad with whatever he needs, I helped mom with the business, hell I could just take a step outside. But here? I'm either in my room or being snuck out by Jason for a few hours. I can't go into a room without killing the happy family vibe they have going on. I'm just..."

You choke up, the knot in your throat growing, "I'm just a reminder of the past. Of the life she didn't want."

Peter's eyes soften even more, he reached out a comforting hand.

"I have to be there, while she and her family are happy then I walk in and it's like I'm either a ghost or a pest." You cry tears falling from your eye, " I feel so unwanted. I've never felt this way in my life."

"Didn't your mom abandon you?" Wade asks, getting an elbow to the side by Dopinder.

That comment causes you to cry more, but before Peter can make a move Wade actually pulls you in a hug.

"Alright Alright" Wade says, " Look kid, obviously you're happy there, so how about we go find those asshole that are looking for you and take them out ourselves?"

You sniff and look up at him, " What?"

"Yeah. That's the whole reason you're here. So lets kill those motherfucker and you can go home and forget this shit hole of a city. Seriously it's disgusting here."

You chuckle wetly, " It is gross here. I thought New york was bad"

The four of you laugh, the mood finally lifting.

But good moments never last forever.

Peter's head jerks up, face shifting from amusement to concern

"Guys there's something wro-" Peter gets cut off.

"How about we make it easier for you, now you don't have to look for us." A voice says, you aren't able to see it before you feel Wades body jerk and suddenly there's a pain in your arm.

You look down and see a dart, and you're barely able to make out the blue and red dots on the building across the street before darkness consumes you and you hit the ground.

[scribblesofagoonerr]

Finding Light In The Darkness

Anon requested angst, I wrote it... I hope this suffices!

I secretley loved to write this one-shot, not sure if I'll make another part to it, but let me know your thoughts.

Pairings: caitlin foord x teen reader, katie mccabe x teen reader Warnings: heavy angst.

You've always found life hard, you'd not exactly had the best start in life, it had been cruel and you'd always felt unwanted.

You finally found a real family when you're taken in by your adoptive parents, Katie and Caitlin. You finally thought you had found happiness.

It was all going so great, until it wasn't.

Word began to get round your school about your recent adoption, your true idenity was whispered throughout the school and as a result, you were also left with hateful comments all over your social media.

It was easy to ignore at first, you blocked them out. You remembered the words that your mam would always tell you.

"Ignore them, Y/N/N. They're just jealous"

So you did just that, you put your head down and focused on the positive things in life, things seemed better... Or at least so you thought.

You should have known that nothing in life was so simple, nothing was.

"You don't deserve to be adopted by them"

"You're nothing but a waste of space"

"They'll send you back eventually"

Sitting there on your bed, you couldn't help but scroll through the various messages that bombarded your recent Instagram post, it was a harmless family photo. Why was there such negative comments on it?

The tears were quick to well up in your eyes as you read each and every single comment, feeling the weight of them like a heavy burden on your shoulders.

Through the last several months, you had picked up on several bad habits that you were successfully able to hide from your mom's.

You were desperate for the escape, you craved something to numb the pain and you found yourself reaching for your vape that you had cleverly hidden away.

Taking a deep inhale, you let the thick clouds of smoke fill your room but it did very little to ease the ache in your heart.

It just wasn't enough anymore and you needed something stronger.

Routing through your wardrobe, you successfully found the bottle of Vodka that you'd hidden and you don't waste any time in unscrewing the cap of it and taking a short swig. The liquor brought a burning sensation to your throat, but at least it did the trick to provide a tempory distraction.

Being the daughter of two professional athletes, you should have known how dangerous it was to vape, but the delicious flavours were enough to keep you hooked and keep going back for more.

Taking another swig of the bottle, your tears falling freely while your lost in your own thoughts, so you don't hear the door creak open and your mum poking her head round the door.

"You okay, kiddo? You're quiet today" Caitlins' expression is full of concern while her voice is gentle and soothing, yet to notice the bottle of vodka that you're quick to shove behind your pillow.

Your heart clenched at the worry in the older woman's eyes and your quick to wipe away the tears, trying to compose yourself, "Uh yeah, I'm fine, Mum. It's just been a bit of a rough day" You replied, trying to force a smile on your face which didn't quite reach your eyes.

Caitlin stepped closer towards where you slumped on your bed, her hand reaching out to brush a loose strand of hair out of your eyes, "You don't seem fine, kiddo. We've barely seen you since you got in from school" she noted, gently. "What happened at school? You can talk to me, kiddo"

You were hesistant to tell either of your mums what was going on, you didn't want to worry either of them with the weight of your own struggles pressing down on them, "Just the usual stuff, I'm okay" You mumbled, fumbling with your hands.

Caitlin didn't seem quite so convinced as she furrowed her eyebrows in concern, "Y/N/N, kiddo. Please talk to me" she tried to get you to open up, but it wasn't any use.

"No, I don't want to talk about it. I'm fine!" Your quick to lash out, flinching and pulling your hand away when your mum tried to hold it as you flash her a scowl, "I don't want to talk, mum. Please just leave me alone!"

The Australian woman is shocked with the change of your behaviour, "Y/N, I just want to help you, but I can't do that if you won’t talk to me, kiddo" she told you honestly.

"I told you that I'm fine, I don't want to talk about anything!" Your still screaming and lashing out, the spirit bottle falling down and it was now on clear view for your mum to be able to see.

Before you have chance to hide it again, your mum noticed it, "Y/N, have you been drinking?" she asked, the concern was clear in her voice, "How... Where did you even get this?"

Having heard the commotion from downstairs, Katie rushed upstairs to find out what was going on, shocked to hear the tailend of the conversation.

"You've been drinking?!" Katie was enraged, shocked to find you with a bottle of vodka that you had somehow got your hands on.

"It's not a big deal" You shrugged your shoulders, trying to avoid giving any type of explanation about this.

Katie's eyes widened in disbelief with your sudden streak of reckless behaviour, "Not a big deal? It is a big deal when you're 15 years old!" she said, frustrated with your carless attitude, "How could you be so stupid to do something like this-- What else have you been doing?!"

"Katie! Calm down. We need to talk about this rationally" Caitlin turned to look at her partner, knowing it wouldn't be any good to be frustrated about any of this, "Kiddo, talk to us, please? Where did you get the alcohol? You shouldn't be drinking when your underage, kiddo"

"I'm... I'm sorry" The tears stream down your face, the raw vunerability evident in your voice, clear as day.

"Talk to us kiddo" Caitlin's gentle presence was like a lifeline and you found yourself able to open up to them both.

"The hates too much, I can't cope... The bullies at school, the trolls online; I needed to find a way to numb the pain. It's too much" You tearfully confess to them, no matter how much you try and keep the tears at bay, they just just keep streaming down your face.

"It's okay. Its' going to all be okay" Caitlin is quick to embrace her daughter in her arms, wanting to just take her pain away.

"Oh kiddo" Katie spoke up, her worry now outweighing her initial frustration that she had at first, "Kiddo, I know it's a lot to deal with, but listen to me, yeah? Drinking isn't something that will make the pain go away, nothing like that. We're here for you, no matter what"

"Exactly, we're here for you. We'll go down to the school and we'll sort it out. It's going to be okay, kiddo" Caitlin chimed in, brushing your loose hairs out of your face as she just held you in your arms.

You felt a wave of relief wash over you now that you had confessed what had been going on; You were finally safe, you had your two mums' by your side and you knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, you would now have the strength to face them head on.

© scribblesofagoonerr

[2-dsimp]

What happened to Peina's mom/other parent? Were they an ex of Quio, a one night stand, or surrogate? How has Quio been coping with raising Peina? I assume he's a loving dad with how much he and his daughter seem to get along, even if Peina sasses him it gives the vibe she is opened about how she feels to her dad and trusts him enough to know he wouldn't hurt her or punish her for being blunt with him. Also, is there specific reasons why Peina didn't like her pervious nannies and likes y/n, or is it just the vibe of y/n she's happy with enough to want y/n as her mom?

Cw: Fem reader!

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This may come to a shock to you all but—

Quio is not Peina’s biological father. He’s actually her uncle and he adopted Peina as his own. Since his elder brother, Seines, couldn’t take care of her due to his drug addiction.

Quio got her when she was a toddler and from that day on raised her as his own in his early twenties. So Peina doesn’t know that Quio isn’t her biological father.

And her mother, Leona, just up and disappeared after having gave birth to her. She was the type to hate kids, and only got with with Seines. Because she thought he had money and wanted to trap him so she could get a cut in his dough.

But when Seines revealed that he got most of his money from his successful little brother. Quio who cut him off at the time from discovering his drug addiction. Leona got furious and left him on the spot.

Though someday she might return with an elaborate plan to get with Quio after all Peina is still her child and she always thought the A-list actor was exactly her type…

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As for why Peina disliked most of her past caretakers, it’s cuz she could tell that they wanted to use her. They all wanted to abuse their position as her nanny to have a shot at appealing to her Dad.

Although she may be young, Peina’s very observant and critical of how someone carries themselves. A child’s intuition if you will, and she can generally sense who is an ill-intent person between one who isn’t.

You happened to fall into a good person category since you genuinely cared for her despite her status of being a famous Actor’s child. Which is why she’s so enamored with you since your affections run as deep as the one Quio has for her.

She could tell how It wasn’t fake love but one of true adoration. Geared towards securing her wellbeing and happiness. Just like how she always imagined a mother could be towards one’s child.

And by god that made her crave a mother so badly, since she never had one to call her own. That is until you came along.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Part 3 Morticia Reader, she’s pregnant and tells everyone (Very calmly) that she’s going into labor right now (Cue her being rushed to the emergency room and is calm, even happy about the contractions)

She gives birth to their Daughter, who Reader names her ‘Wednesday’ (Who’s silent and just staring at Reader and *Father*) with Zerofuku really happy he has a little sister (Though both Zero and (Love) are worried/nervous at first by her not making any noise as all babies tend to cry, coo or giggle, but she’s just glaring/staring at everyone around her)

Later Aphrodite, Eve, Shiva’s Wives and Hera who have gone through pregnancy tell Reader she handled it very well (They have to explain to (Love) that not even God women have a pain tolerance like hers, especially when they and (Love) see Reader walking around after giving birth, giving everyone panic attacks)

-The day you announced you were pregnant was a day of joy for your lover, your husband, (Love), and your adopted son Zerofuku who were both beside themselves with joy. (Love) was having a child with you and Zerofuku was going to be a big brother!!

-Your pregnancy was…definitely different compared to other women, as Aphrodite, Even, Parvati, Kali, and Durga, had all come to visit you one time or another during your pregnancy and were shocked on how easy you seemed to be handling everything!

-You had no morning sickness at all, other than a mildly upset stomach from time to time, easily dealt with, with some tea, you had no mood swings, and your cravings were mild as well, only occasionally wanting fresh strawberries.

-(Love) was stunned to learn about what most women went through (except for Shiva who knew from his other wives’ pregnancies), and how you were nothing like that.

-Your appointments with your doctors always ended without issue, the baby was growing without any complications, and you took your pre-natal vitamins as instructed.

-Earlier on in your pregnancy, you and (Love) discussed the name of your child, if it was a girl you get to name it, if it was a boy he got to name it, but your child was a stubborn one, as soon as it was mentioned to do a gender check, your baby would roll over, hiding itself from the doctor.

-Closer to your due date, Eve and your other female friends started to check in more frequently, as they were going to help out around your house for a few days, with the baby while you recovered, something you were grateful for.

-You were knitting when you paused for a moment, looking over at (Love) while Zerofuku was cuddled up to you, his hand on your belly, talking to it quietly, “My love- my son.” They both looked over at you, thinking you wanted some more fruit and you smiled, “Marvelous news, I’m going to have a baby. Right now.”

-PANIC!!!!!!!!!!

-While they ran around the house, panicking that the baby was finally coming, you were as cool as a cucumber, grabbing the premade hospital bag Parvati helped you make a few days ago and headed out to the car, calling Eve to let her know.

-You walked into the hospital, not showing any signs of pain and the doctors were quick to take you in, finding you almost completely dilated, but showing no signs of pain.

-Zerofuku and (Love) remained outside in the waiting room, greeting your friends as they all arrived. As soon as they sat down the doctor came out, saying you and the baby were both doing fine.

-(Love) was shocked, “Wait I thought it was supposed to take a long time?” the doctor nodded, removing her glasses to clean them, “Normally yes, but Y/N has been in labor for hours now, but she has an unnaturally high pain tolerance, so she didn’t feel it until she was almost completely dilated and ready to give birth.”

-Jaws dropped open in shock, eyes wide, hearing about this as Aphrodite cupped her cheek, “My-my how fortunate for Y/N, birth is usually something that can be quite painful.”

-(Love) and Zerofuku entered first, seeing you in the bed wrapped in a black robe, a soft smile on your face as you held your daughter, “This is Wednesday, after my favorite poem, ‘Wednesday’s child is full of woe’.”

-They both were immediately by your side, seeing what they could only describe as your carbon copy, staring up at them with unblinking, stoic eyes, not making any noise, being completely silent.

-After confirming that your daughter was okay, as she wasn’t crying or fussing, you pecked Zerofuku gently on the forehead as he cuddled you after you handed Wednesday over to her father who held her carefully.

-When you friends entered, after her big brother got a chance to hold her, Wednesday was passed around, looking unbothered by the cooing of the women, in fact she almost looked mildly annoyed, but you believed that was just her face.

-Couldn’t believe that you had been in labor and didn’t feel anything until just right before giving birth, was honestly terrified of your inhuman pain tolerance, even more so when the female gods in the room agreed, as giving birth is one of the worst pains in the world, even more than getting a femur broken. You were indeed a terrifying woman, but you looked so beautiful, nursing your daughter after everyone else but him and Zerofuku left, you still looked so elegant and calm, but there was a stunning glow around you, one that made him smile with a huge dopey grin on his face, which made you smile more when you looked over at him.

            -Chen Gong, Nikola, Kojiro, Ares, Loki, Rudra, Hermes, and Hercules

-Was secretly terrified of you, you gave birth with little to no pain, and you were already up and walking around like you just hadn’t pushed a human out of your body!! Even the other women were shocked by your pain tolerance, it was something that even they were scared of, as it was unnatural. If he underestimated you before giving birth he certainly wasn’t now, he saw you as someone way stronger than him, after learning from the doctor that giving birth was the worst pain anyone could come to deal with. He held his daughter in his arms while you leaned your head on his shoulder, resting with Zerofuku’s head on your lap, both of you dozing off. He couldn’t help but smile gently, giving Wednesday a small smile, so happy that she was finally here.

            -Jack, Poseidon, Beelzebub, Buddha, Hercules, Thor, and Indra

-Was even more in love with you now, you gave him a daughter, one he was going to love and cherish and fiercely defend, just as he defended you like a starving dog guarding a steak while you were still pregnant. You looked so delicate there, sleeping with Zerofuku curled up next to you, as he held Wednesday in his arms, holding her carefully. He ran a finger down her cheek, a small smile on his lips, she didn’t smile back, only staring up at him, but if she was going to be anything like you, he would learn her tells when she was happy too. He couldn’t believe the little family he now had, a wife, and two children, and he adored them more than anything. He couldn’t help but gaze down at your sleeping face, ignoring the little voice in the back of his head that you looked like a corpse, you looked like an angel, his angel.

-Odin (who only allows Wednesday’s oldest brother, Thor, to visit), Hades, Hajun, Lu Bu, and Shiva (along with his wives who are equally as protective of you as you were a human and Wednesday was a demi-god)

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Alcina’s long lost child au part 2

Alright, part 2! Read the first part here! Let’s get into it!

The fireplace in the bedroom warmed your weary body. Alcina had done an excellent job wrapping your injured leg and then had a maid bring some hot tea for you to drink.

You stared at this fascinating creature. She was easily over 9 feet tall, and yet your very stare had her shifting uncomfortably in her seat. The confident woman from just before was long gone.

Alcina cleared her throat before speaking (Probably to break the unbearable silence). “Are you happy, Y/N? Do you have… any family? I always dreamed of you coming here to find me, but… I… Only wanted the best for you. I hope you know that.” She began.

You looked down at the mug in your hands. You didn’t want to blame her, but your life had been far from easy. Never adopted. Never had a real family… Aging out of the foster system sucked. “Well,” You began carefully. “Um… I’m not gonna sugar coat anything. I grew up as a bit of a loner. I never had a family.” You said, unable to meet Alcina’s gaze.

Alcina felt her heart break. Tears silently streamed down her face. This wasn’t what she wanted for you.

“To be honest, I liked to think that my birth parents just didn’t have the means to care for me. It was… Easier that way. It made the idea of them seem pretty selfless, but-” You gestured to the gilded fixtures and luxurious room. “I can see money and resources are not a problem here.” You ground out. You tried not to sound so bitter, but Alcina had 3 daughters who lived with her. She clearly had the time and love to devote to them. Why not you?

Your words cut Alcina to the core. You really must hate her.

Alcina’s silence kind of agitated you. “So… You seem to love your new children a ton. I’m happy for you all. I should leave.” You said.

You were feeling very angry and didn’t want to say something you’d really regret. You knew coming here was a bad idea from the beginning… What a waste.

You wince as you painfully rise to your feet and prepare to leave.

“NO!” Alcina all but shrieked and stood to her full height.

The amplitude of the sound hurt your ears and you flinch from Alcina’s sudden movements.

Alcina put her face in her hands and sighed in frustration at her reaction. Why was it so hard to talk to you?! She had been waiting for this moment ever since she gave you up.

“It’s not like that at all… I know I did the right thing!” Alcina says, talking more to herself than you.

You lash out.

“WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!” You suddenly scream. “You can’t just say you had good intentions for me, send me off to live in fucking shitty situations my entire life, and then want me to immediately forgive you for it!” You vent. You feel tears stinging your eyes. You didn’t realize just how much you had repressed your anger and hurt all these years.

You cover your face with your hands, desperately trying to not cry in front of her.

Alcina can’t stand to see you so upset. She’s got to do something. She takes a deep breath to calm her nerves. “Okay, Y/N. If you hear what I have to say and it doesn’t change the way you feel, I will understand. But, if you find that you’d like to know more… I’ll tell you everything. No matter how painful.” Alcina offers gently.

You huff. Damn it. Now you NEEDED to know what she would say next. “Alright, I’m listening.” You say and sit back down in the chair.

——————————————————————————

A few moments later, Alcina is able to articulate what she needs to say to you. “You were… Most assuredly planned, and wanted, my darling.” Alcina begins.

Wait, she planned on having you?

“I hadn’t adopted your sisters yet at that time… But… They come from unsavory backgrounds as well.” She said tightly, thinking of the pain all of her children have gone through.

You feel a twinge of guilt from being so jealous of the sisters earlier.

Alcina’s face becomes pained. “I had a very… Complicated relationship with your other parent. I constantly craved her approval but I rarely got it.” She said, laughing sadly.

Your ears perk up at this. Another parent??

“What was her name?” You ask, enraptured by Alcina’s story.

“Miranda.” Alcina says. You catch the sadness and… Anger as she says her name.

“Did… Did she do something bad?” You ask in confusion.

Alcina once again nodded, but this time she could not help the growl that escaped her. Why did everything have to hurt so much? It simply wasn’t fair.

“She’s the reason you had to send me away…” You concluded.

“Yes,” Alcina said softly. “For your protection, my love.”

You clenched your jaw. You were starting to hate this ‘Miranda’.

Alcina could sense you were getting upset, so she pivoted and continued on quickly. “Well, one night, your mother proposed that we have a child together-”

You were about to go apeshit. “Did she-?!”

Alcina held up a hand, knowing where you were going. “It was consensual, Y/N.” She said.

This eased your fears, but only a bit.

“Miranda was a brilliant scientist and devised a way for her DNA to fertilize one of my eggs.” Alcina explained.

Your eyes went wide in astonishment, but you didn’t want to interrupt.

“I immediately accepted. I always wanted to feel what it was like to carry a baby within me.” She said, giving you a fond smile.

You felt your heart warm at Alcina’s words. It seems she really did want to have you after all.

“Our relationship got better while we were trying to conceive you. It seemed that she had finally begun to care for me like I did for her… And, well, I became pregnant with you very quickly.” Alcina says with a laugh and a faint blush. “Your mother was absolutely shocked. She couldn’t believe it worked so fast.” She says.

“So… What happened? I mean, how did things go wrong so quickly?” You ask.

Alcina sighed, moving onto more unpleasant memories. “Once Miranda found out I was pregnant… Things changed between us. She insisted on doing all sorts of testing on me. She was completely consumed with her experiments and by the time you were ready to be born, I knew she was going to use you for something awful.” Alcina looked sick as she told you this.

“What?” You asked in confusion.

“Your mother… Had walked this earth for a very long time, Y/N. She had a daughter a long time ago who passed away due to a dreadful illness.” Alcina tried to explain as best she could. “Miranda was under the delusion that she could somehow bring her back through science and… She began experimenting on people.” Alcina revealed.

Your jaw dropped. Good Lord, human experimentation?? She sounded like a war criminal. It made your skin crawl to know that she used Alcina like this and planned on using you as well.

“Thankfully, by the end of my pregnancy, Miranda was busy in her lab and went for days without coming to check up on you and me. I went into labor, by myself, and soon after, you were born.” Alcina couldn’t help but smile adoringly at you. “Y/N, you were the most beautiful and precious person in my life… I couldn’t let Miranda take you. I had to get you out of here.” She whispered. As she looked at you she began to sob. She wondered how different both of your lives would have been if you had been able to stay with her.

You felt your heart shatter. Alcina had been through so much. She really did give you up to protect you… You felt hatred toward your other “Parent”. She ruined both of your lives, and countless others.

You decided that this was enough sharing for the day. You were both emotionally exhausted. You climbed off your chair and timidly hobbled over to her before you hugged one of her legs.

Alcina looked to you and gasped at your affection. She softly rubbed her fingers through your hair. She needed to show you how much she loved you. It had been too long. “May I… Hold you, Y/N?” She asked through her heartbreaking cries.

You nodded quickly. This is what you wanted all along…

Alcina reached down and picked you up gently, so as not to hurt your leg, and brought you to her chest.

You sighed in contentment as she held you. This felt right. Her warmth, her smell, her voice… She really was your mom.

“Everything will be alright now that we’re together.” Alcina told you, kissing the side of your face and idly rubbing circles on your back.

Soon, the gentle thumping of Alcina’s heartbeat and the quiet reassurances she whispered in your ear put you right to sleep.

The horror of past transgressions seemingly couldn’t touch you while Alcina held you…

Masterlist

[miso-sopas]

Hi so got any ninjago x reader recs? Ever since reading Wisps, it has affected my brain chemistry and now i crave for more ninjago x reader content but im picky when finding fics, so got any recommendations?

Hello there! I had fun sorting out my bookmarks and history so recommending fics might be a thing in the future?

Just to note, I am not sure how to really curate your taste so most of these are what I essentially enjoyed reading and been a fan of so forgive me if some (or all 😭 no hard feelings though) aren't your thing.

Let's see...

Honestly Wisps is the *best* so far in my opinion! I don't know if this is pure coincidental but I am also hunting for some ninjago fics to feel emotions again lmao! And I tried my best in remembering what I've read or interested in so hope these are all ok for you!

+ Second best in my opinion is the 'Infinity Series' by Joos according to their quotev because at ao3 it's orphaned [ao3; quotev book 1 & book 2 ]

Unfortunately, the author has stopped updating this fic but going back at it was really enjoyable like in the Wisps. The summary according to the first installment 'Infinite Serenity';

"[Name] has died and became reincarnated in a childhood TV show of hers. She is raised as the adopted daughter of Sensei Wu, training as the Master of Infinity. Once the plot of the show really gets going, a being resurfaces from her. They claim to have revived her and can help her unlock the memories from her previous life. Now, [Name] must rely on this being to help protect Ninjago, and discovers how her past connects with her present." TW: Suicide, self harm, child abuse, some gore and swearing (please pay attention to the tags)

Please please heed the trigger warning, I don't remember much from the content but I definitely recall the author tackling those tags in a respectful way. The love interests are Kai, Nya, Jay, Cole, Morro and platonic with Master Wu and her cousin Lloyd Garmadon. Again, second best recommended fic in my opinion.

+ Next one, this is not one series but user Circus4APsycho8 (they have ao3 and tumblr) in my opinion have the best x reader one-shots from the fandom! My all-time favorite work of theirs is 'Secret Someone' [Highschool AU! Lloyd Garmadon x reader]- this one is really sweet ❣️

Here's these links for their ao3 works and their tumblr ninjago masterlist. All simple yet sweet, I love their writing style.

+ The next one is purely Lloyd Garmadon x Female Reader titled 'Butterfly Effect' by samsea at ao3. I think they're still updating and I am a big fan of hero x civilian pairings and just they're cute and in love.

Summary: "If it was up to Y/n L/n, she would read the summer away, lost in history books and adventure novels, finding excitement in their written words. Meeting Lloyd Garmadon changed her plans. Suddenly, Y/n is living a life she'd only read about; summer romances and cotton candy dates. Perhaps this was a new normal she could get used to. But she's been fated - prophesied - to be with the Green Ninja. And where there's a green ninja, trouble usually follows." Warnings: "The butterfly effect has mature themes such as gore, violence, toxic friendships, sexual themes (no smut) and cussing. the butterfly effect is not intended for younger viewers. Trigger warnings will be placed on chapters as they are needed. if you have any questions or issues please contact me."

Again, heed the warnings but the writing and atmosphere overall is really sweet and for some reason all cuddly and sunny. IDK but maybe I am always soft for Lloyd lmao.

+ If you're up to reading only x reader head cannons then I recommend user mouschiwrites here in tumblr. Their requests are closed now but the head cannons they made are cute and entertaining, like I can definitely see this character doing that y'know. Here's their ninjago masterlist

+ Here's some honorable mentions, I believe they deserve some love too!

In the Shadow (Various love interests) by RoseRain at Quotev

Legend of the Lightspirit (Various love interests) by softie at Quotev

Actually, while finishing my school projects I'm also checking out from another user snazzilystoopid's ninjago recommendation. So far, I am enjoying their second recommended which is 'Element of Wishes' by yourfavoritecloud at quotev BUT this one is an Character x OC one so if it's not up to your alley they have few recommendations. Honestly, I am up to anything as long as it entertained my monkey brain.

Sorry for the long post! Hope these works are okay for your taste but the closest fic that gives off the same vibes as Wisps is the Infinite series. And these are all by my own opinions and the fics I remembered catching my eye. I am very much open to other recommendations or shout-outs.

Side note, there's not much Ninjago fics out there that I might let my monkey brain loose and create one myself LOOOL.

Again, thank you for asking ( I feel honored for being asked by this, I'm a fanfic nerd 🤓)

[kpopgirlbtssvt]

Ooo I have this request if anyone wants to write it!! (PLZ🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️ I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER)

Carmy x fem!reader where she’s new to Chicago and desperately needs a job, she’s newly pregnant (her bf having run off the minute she told him she was pregnant), so she walks into a new upcoming restaurant for a job, The Bear. She’s rambling and apologizing as she shows Carmy her résumé because she has no experience in the food industry (she was an elementary teacher for a couple years before), but also telling him she really needs a job because she’s alone with a baby on the way. He really wants to help her, so he hires her either as a hostess or an assistant (he didn’t want her in the kitchen just for safety reasons (her being pregnant), and because she doesn’t have experience in the kitchen). Anyways, The Bear staff embrace her like she’s family, always looking out for her, Tina mothering her, Syd becoming her best friend, Marcus making sweets whenever she’s craving it, even Richie being super soft with her, but Carmy especially gets REALLY close with her, like to the point where he’s driving her to and from work (b/c she doesn’t have a car), he’s taking her to her prenatal appointments, letting her take breaks in his office (her napping on his couch), him even being their for the birth of her daughter because she doesn’t want to be alone, etc…

Also The Bear staff throwing a baby shower for Y/n🥺 Her showing up at work and being surprised to it🤧🤧 Y/n definitely crying into Carmy’s chest🤧

Anyways, they officially start dating close to the end of her pregnancy, and honestly they both fall head over heals 🤧

Y/n’s daughter’s first word being directed at Carmy… “Dada”😭 Carmy melting😭😭

Also Carmy proposing to Y/n and also officially adopting her daughter, now their daughter!

[writing-fanics]

Changes between y/n and you cause when I start binge writing I start to forget but it’s the same it’s you

Imagine finding out while at Nevermore that you’re pregnant. Bring too nervous to even get up from the toilet seat crying, and wondering why this had to happen.

Then as if on cue Xavier arrived, wondering where you were since you two always walk to class together.

He sees you on the ground crying, with a pregnancy test in your hand. He doesn’t say a word tell talk about it later. He just kneels down and wraps his arms around you comforting you.

Holding you close as you cried, at the realization there’s a little baby inside you. You didn’t know how far along you were but the signs were their

Nausea, Fatigue, Swollen Breast, You remembered how you almost passed out while in class once and had skipped your period.

You were scared gripping onto his blazer while crying into his chest. He just whispered sweet nothings into your ear. How he’ll always be there and no matter what choice you make he’ll be there to support you.

But you could tell in his voice he was trembling he too was scared. So you also wrapped your arms around him holding him close.

The two of you secretly scheduled an appointment for She was only 3 weeks along.

Xavier was there with you and held your hand the entire time. It wasn’t long until the two of you started talking about the baby.

Should you keep it? Get rid of it? Or put it up for adoption?

You really didn’t know. The fact that the two of you created life inside you just maybe you feel happy a bit. You already saw a future with Xavier maybe a family down the line but now?

You were still in school and wouldn’t be able to handle a baby. Leaving for months then coming back for a couple of weeks to only leave again. That’s not healthy for either her or the baby.

Then there’s everyone finding out. The teachers. And possibly getting expelled for doing the deed on school. (Which probably has been done before students getting caught)

Xavier and You, decided you’d continuing talking and either come up with a deisicon soon. Of course, Wednesday found out easily it was too obvious. The signs that you gave off said it all.

Eventually, the two of you decided to keep the baby. It was a hard choice, yes being a young mom would be hard. At least, you’d have Xavier by your side.

When your friends found out they were both horrified and excited, that in 9 months they’d be seeing a little Thorpe/L/n.

[Y/n] obviously, down the line had to leave Nevermore due to her pregnancy but honestly was instant on Xavier staying so he could continue his education. But he of course was like “Fuck no!” And left along side y/n to help you with the pregnancy

Ugh, how tired the two of you would get. You decided, to live with your parents for the time being showing Xavier your child hood room. Your parents when they found out about the bay were both shocked angry but eventually

Came around, and decided to help out. Xavier oh my god, paint the entire baby room and would do it again once the two of you get your own place

He painted little stars, animals, and a big painting of you and him together and that just made you break down in tears.

Seeing the baby via ultra sound Omg. You were so happy and excited seeing the little head and hands. And heart beat

then Xavier had to deal with your crazy cravings to the point your parents helped him out.

Pickles and ice cream

Pickles and peanut butter

One moment you’d want something the next the smell would make you sick

He remembered when you were craving Korean food, and there wasn’t one nearby so this man drove an hour and a half just to bring you back some Korean food.

(I need to marry this man now!)

Was what you said out loud as you ate the food.

But seeing the baby. The entire world stopped. Seeing her tiny little hands and feet, when they placed her one your chest.

You were crying tears of joy. The moment Xavier saw her he was in love. His baby girl his daughter, oh he’d be the best father spoiling her rotten.

Keeping the boys away from her until she’s 30. When he held her in his arms oh did this man cry. While cooing over his newborn who stared up at him in awe.

She looked just like her mother and had the same features as him. His little girl.

Honestly,

Xavier would be an amazing dad kinda teared yo writing this it’s just so sweet

[miguelswifey04]

miguel o’hara & adopted daughter! reader (not a ship)

summary: miguel wants to adopt you as his own daughter, and he asks for your permission to do so.

my socials: linktree

🍧 🎀 ❁ 🎀 🍧

he cared for you in a way he had cared for his daughter who was long gone. you had reminded him of his very own daughter who had passed away in his arms. it was a scar he had in his heart that remained opened no matter how hard it tried to heal itself. he only had himself to blame for losing his daughter, and he knew it was his damn fault for taking over his variant’s life. he reflected upon the fact what he did was borderline psychotic and creepy—only peter b. parker knew the grand details of the situation.

when he met you, he thought this was the universe’s way of forgiving him and giving him a second chance. he took you right under his wing and you instantly clicked. he cared and fed you, giving you a bed and a roof over your head. at first the father/daughter dynamic was rocky. he had such a hard time showing you the affection and attention a child needed from a parent. but, with time he had learned to overcome his past traumas and his internal struggles for you. you meant everything to him and he loved you as if you were part of his flesh and blood. he didn’t care if you weren’t his very own daughter he still loved you as if you were HIS very OWN daughter.

you always had wanted to be loved and cared for in a way your very own parents never did. you had craved that father and daughter connection you often saw that other daughter’s had with their own father’s. so, when you fate aligned yours with miguel’s you were happy to have some sort of father figure. you thanked and thanked the universe for also giving you a second chance of the love you never received for your parents that had long gone too.

one day miguel visited your private quarters at the HQ. you were doing braiding your hair and had already changed into your pjs which consisted of an oversized t-shirt and baggy pj pants. you were sitting crisscrossed on the bed while you were watching TV. your hands were at work braiding your black hair to prepare for bed. you heard a knock. “who is it?”

“y/n. it’s me, miguel.” you heard miguel’s voice travel through the door and you quickly got up to open the door for him. “dad! what’re you doing here?” you exclaimed happily and he smiled softly at you rubbing his hand over your hair and messing it up, on purpose. he chuckled lightly as you invited him in. you always called him your dad and he let you. he knew how much you’ve suffered in the past and he was happy to provide the solace you needed.

“i wanted to ask you something,” he treaded softly towards you bed and sat on the edge while you pulled out a chair from your desk placing it right in front of him. you sat down continued to braid your hair as you had your attention on miguel. “go ahead, i’m all ears. what did you want to ask me?” miguel firmly took you hand into his which made you stop braiding you hair completely. you wonder why he reacted the way he did but you decided not to ask any questions.

“well, i just wanted to tell you that i love you as if you were my own daughter—um, what i to do is to officially adopt you as my own daughter, would you let me?” his voice was pretty shaky and he was really nervous. your eyes widened overcome with a wave of emotions. the mere thought of being part of miguel’s family brought tears of joy to your eyes. you had always admired the deep bond he shared with his own daughter, gabriella, and to have a chance to experience that with him was a dream come true. this would give both to you eternal happiness.

“dad," you choked out, your voice barely a whisper. "i would be honored to be your daughter. you’ve always been there for me, supporting and loving me unconditionally. i can't imagine a more loving and caring father than you."

a radiant smile spread across his face, relief washing over him like a warm embrace. pulling you into his arms, he held you close, his grip strong yet gentle. "thank you, mi corazón. this means the world to me. i promise to be the best father i can be, to protect, guide, and love you with everything that i am."

…

a/n: i have really bad daddy issues…i miss my dad y’all oh my god <//3

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

Love Song for a Vampire Pt.16

Pairing(s): Edward Cullen x Wolf!Reader, Edward Cullen x Bella Swan, Jacob Black x Bella Swan

Warnings: break up?

Words: 2168

Summary: Sam calls a pack meeting with surprise guests.

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Edward could smell (y/n)'s scent leaving. If he had any real use of his lungs, he would very much like to fill them with her fragrance. He strains his mind in another attempt to read (y/n)'s thoughts. Still nothing. Maybe he should just accept the fact that he would never again be able to read her inner thoughts again. He was so unsure of himself though. Edward craved for some sort of guidance in his situation. Carlisle, though he had proved to be a father figure many times before, could offer no help to his adoptive son. What did he know about wavering feelings? Carlisle from the beginning was set on marrying Esme when he reunited with her at the tender mortal age of twenty-six. His love for Bella, Edward thought, had been confirmed in Italy when she came to save him. He thought it miraculous. At that moment he had certainly been convinced that he would readily make Bella his wife.

Returning his focus back to Bella who was resting in his bed, Edward placed his chilled hand to her cheek. She was always remarkably pale even for a human but now her tone was truly bleached sheet white. He damns himself for not being fast enough to find her. Not given Victoria the time to use Bella's unique blood to feed her troops.

"Edward?"

He smiled. "How are you feeling?"

Groggy and careful in sitting up, her brown eyes have regained their lifeful shine. Bella practices in opening her dry mouth. Edward helped her drink some water to that she may speak. "I'm fine. A bit exhausted, but fine."

Where did he begin to apologize for his blunders. Allowing harm to come to Bella once again. He could only imagine the earful he would rightfully be receiving from Charlie once he saw his only child in such a state. perhaps he would even use that rifle of his and shoot at Edward although Charlie knew now that his daughter's boyfriend was not human. Hadn't been for a long time.

Bella, however, saved him from his never ending apologies. "I know I didn't leave on good terms with you." Her gaze is curiously fixated on her thin finger, unconsciously rubbing her left ring finger. Did she regret giving back his mother's ring? "And when I was stuck with the newborns. . . I had a lot of time to think about us."

Edward didn't like the way her tone dropped. It sounded like the end. "And?"

Finally, glossy tear glazed eyes turn up. She seemed so lost and sure of what was to come next. Her chapped bottom lip trembled. "I love you. More than I have with anyone else. But it's not enough. You said you don't love (y/n), but that won't stop what fate has written for you. In the end I'm just a human. I've heard what it's done to Sam and Leah." Even if their romantic relationship was ending, Bella needed Edward in her life. She didn't want to end up like bitter Leah. She couldn't go back to her normal human life knowing there were things such as werewolves and vampires that exist in the world. Walking among humans, them being none the wiser.

The Volturi's visit lingered in the back of his mind. "Do you not want me to turn you anymore?"

She's quiet before asking "What are the chances, if you do turn me, of me becoming like Victoria's newborns? Driven completely by blood lust and unable to think rationally. . . ?"

All newborns were alike in that manner. Born hungry, it was a constant chant of blood, blood, blood that helped newborns survive in their first few months. Eventually many grew out of their "infant" phase. Others. . . Others became like James, like Victoria. Even like Edward had been when he experimented with drinking human blood.

"You'll have us." He didn't really answer her question.

"Not anymore. . . Edward, I-I just can't be with you. Not if you'll end up with (y/n). And you will. that's how imprinting works."

"Bella-"'

"Even (y/n) tried to cut the tie of fate! Her and Sam almost go themselves killed." Her volume had risen, starling Edward. "That's what happens to people who try to change the predestined. I. . . Don't want to make things more difficult than they need be. Ha, I've already made things complicated. I don't want to do that anymore." Quickly the tears spilled forward and Bella was unable to hide them in time. It was breaking her heart.

Breaking his heart. That ice cold thing in his chest that hadn't beat in over a century. With Bella, there had been a love inside him like no other. From the moment he saw her in the cafeteria, catching the golden scent of a singer. The pain he had felt, thinking he had lost her, reminded him that Edward wasn't a numb being. He could still experience love, loss, pain and a plethora of other emotions humans experienced on a daily basis.

She had helped him to live again and not just simply exist in the shadows. He didn't want this to be the end. Not when he still loved her.

And what would the Volturi do to her when they found out Bella had change her mind about becoming a vampire?

There was so much he wanted to say. On the tip of his tongue lingered the refusal to break up with her. The lie that heavily weighed on his tongue that Edward wasn't in love with the wolf girl. It was impossible, right? He had hardly spent any time with her. Hardly knew the girl! Yet. . . Oh. . . he couldn't deny the delightful way she smiled, the way (y/n) understood him in a way that Bella could never. The way she was so self-aware and honest. And. .. Well, there was something primal as well in the attraction he was beginning to develop for her.

All he could do though was hold Bella in his arms as she wept.

***

The sun had already started to make its sloth-like way up into the sky, dispersing the gray of pre-dawn. Thankfully you found your parents still very much asleep. Gliding back to your room you close the door as quietly as possible so to not jar your parents awake. They were none the wiser of the danger you had been in and you would like to keep it that way. It could very well make your mother's hair go completely white with horror.

Small wounds you had received would prove difficult to explain to them. There was one that sliced from your shoulder to the edge of the skin above your scapula. Several slashes decorated your right forearm, still pink and irritated. You couldn't say that you took a terrible tumble. The wounds looked like they had been made from fingers. No easy explanation for that unless you convinced them that it had been caused by the other wolves. They knew what friendly scuffles amongst pack mates looked like.

Even now as you stretched your muscles out, the wounds open and bleed. Sharp and stinging, you suppress the hiss that nearly escapes you. Reminding yourself that by nightfall they would be healed, the last remnants of the battle with the newborns would be only scars.

Adrenaline remnants were still floating in your system, sleep evaded you as a result. You instead stare wide eyed up at the ceiling until the morning light finally breaks past your curtain.

Ebbing at you was exhaustion, red and bleary eyes trying their best to remain open. Not that closing them had done much help. The battle continuously replayed in your head.

Edward's body behind you.

The crunching of a newborn's neck.

Snow disorienting your senses.

Bella's blood drifting in the wild wind.

So vivid that you were nearly transported back to the battlefield. To the cacophony of madness that had lured out your inner animal. Partially scaring you had been that powerful feeling when you ripped apart a newborn. It made your blood sing in a away you had never experienced before.

An aggressive spirit had taken hold of you, and you liked the power it gave you. You had felt like a goddess of war.

Even cleaning and hiding your wounds did little to stop the shock on your mom and dad's face when you sit down for breakfast. Not getting much sleep was taking its toll on you. Reaching for your box of cereal that had already been kindly put out for you on the table, your arm knocked over a glass of orange juice.

"Shoot, sorry pop." Bustling with paper towels, your mom is faster at cleaning it up. Your movements were delayed, sluggish in a manner that was obvious.

Your dad, having only been partially splashed, regards you with that concerned parent look. "Did you not sleep well last night?"

"Not really. . . But I'm okay. I have to go over to Sam's for pack business." Rubbing your burning eyes, you couldn't imagine that much business would be discussed. The battle had been won. You could continue on with your life.

Well maybe after that you can come home and take a nap." Your mom suggested, placing her hand on your cheek. "You look exhausted, (y/n)."

Meekly smiling, you agree to return after Sam's. Maybe you'll actually be able to sleep this time.

You just had to survive this gathering.

Unfortunately you seemed to have shown up to a party. Sam and Emily's cars were accompanied by two others and Chief Swan's patrol vehicle.

Colin and Seth spoke in a hushed tone on the porch. On the steps was Jacob, Embry and Quil.

"What's going on?"

Neither boy jumped at the opportunity to explain to you. Jacob sighs, taking it upon himself. "The elders and Chief Swan were asked to come personally by Sam. He's waiting until everyone is here to explain."

Quil checks his phone. "I don't know why. Everyone in the pack is here."

Partially embarrassed by being the last one to arrive, you push it aside as curiosity took its place. Who else was Sam waiting for? You speak your question and everyone in the trio shrugs. Quil who had been holding an aluminum energy drink finishes it off with a dissatisfied sigh. From the way his eyelids were still drooping, you surmised it did little to help with his exhaustion.

"Alright you guys, get inside." Jared says, sticking his head out from the front screen door. He made Colin and Seth jump from the suddenness of his order and they scurry to get past him and inside.

"Hey Jared, who are we even waiting for anyone?" Jacob pipes up.

"Well if you get inside you'll have the answer to your question."

All of you grumble, unsatisfied by his vagueness but file in one after the other. Sam's house had never been big, no house in La Push was. The living room was filled to the brim and you squeeze your way behind the couch where the elders at across from a grave face Charlie Swan who had most likely seen better days. Had he visited Bella yet? You couldn't imagine the distress he had been going through since Bella's kidnapping.

"Nearly complete. We just need to wait for the Cullens."

That caused a rush of murmurs bouncing off the wall.

Cullens?

Eryld pales and you see him turn his head to check the reaction of his fellow elders. "Cullens?"

Sue who had her hands on Billy's wheelchair looks down at him with a pinch of fear.

Glen shifts uncomfortably next to Eryld. "What are you up to, Sam? You know the treaty-"

"The treaty is exactly why I have gathered us all here." Sam says firmly. His dark eyes land on you. "There are more monsters in this world. Vampires and other creatures alike. We can't turn a blind eye to them and we can't fight them alone. Plus, now our pack and the Cullens have a bridge. A bridge between wolf and vampire. (y/n)."

On cue, the sound of multiple sets of tires pull up into the Ueley property. Everyone went rigid and those who were near the windows peered out. No one knew how this meeting would conclude.

Charlie clears his throat and stands up. As somewhat neutral territory, he opens the front door and waits for the Cullens to get out of their cars. Your palms produced a film of sweat on them in mere seconds when you caught a whiff of Edward and the rest of his family. Quietly he greets Carlisle before stepping aside to let them in. Only Esme was not present and you guessed it was so she could keep an eye on a recuperating Bella. While most of the Cullens did their best to resist the urge to scrunch up their nose at the smell of so many wolves in one place, Rosalie failed to hide her distaste.

"Now we can begin."

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[freshlymadeillumi]

Denial (pt 2)

Weeks have gone by, no sign of Mia’s email back. Rose just went to bed and you decided to go make something to eat before bed.

Walking into the kitchen, you felt something cold and small on your foot. You freaked out, hating stepping on unknown objects. You slowly picked up your foot and it was a key.

“Weird, whose key is this?” You said to yourself and went to check the key box and roses and your key was in there. You set the key to the side and continued on making something to eat. Putting socks on first… of course. You couldn’t find anything to eat, and looked at the times

10:23pm.

Nothing would be open, or nobody would be delivering this late. You sighed and got a pack of graham crackers and opened it. Nothing else would satisfy this craving. You were walking back to your room when you heard a email notification from your office. You walked to the computer, Mia’s email totally disappeared from your brain as you just signed up for a new job so maybe that was them. Instead it was Mia.

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Subject: leave me alone.

Dear Y/N,

I trust this email finds you well. I am writing to address the persistent inquiries regarding Rose and Ethan, matters I am no longer inclined to entertain. It has become evident that you harbor an insatiable curiosity about my late husband, and I must clarify that I am no longer interested in discussing him or his relationship with you.

Since you have taken the step to adopt Rose, it has become abundantly clear to me that any semblance of connection I had with Ethan has been severed. Your presence in his life, particularly now as a mother figure to our daughter, serves as a constant reminder of what was lost. Therefore, I have made the conscious decision to distance myself from both you and Rose.

I trust you will understand that this decision is not made lightly but stems from a need for closure and personal healing. As such, I kindly request that you refrain from further attempts to involve me in your life or inquire about Ethan.

In an effort to provide context and perhaps closure for you, I have attached a couple of photos capturing moments shared between Ethan and Rose, as well as a heartfelt letter Ethan penned for our daughter. I hope these mementos offer the clarity you seek and facilitate your understanding of my stance.

Thank you for your attention to this matter.

Sincerely,

Mia Winters

[Attachments: 2 photos, 1 letter]

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Not what you wanted to hear but.. better than nothing. You hovered over the pictures, took a breath and clicked it.

There was Ethan and Rose, smiling when Rose was itty bitty. You smiled a bittersweet smile and clicked the letter.

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For My Dearest Rose

My Sweet Rose,

If you're reading this, then it means I'm not there to say these words to you in person. I wish I could hold you close, look into your eyes, and tell you how much you mean to me. But life doesn't always give us what we want, does it?

I want you to know that from the moment you came into this world, you brought a light into my life that I never knew existed. Your laughter, your smile, your very presence filled my heart with a joy I can't quite put into words.

I may not always be there to protect you or guide you through life's challenges, but I want you to remember one thing: you are loved beyond measure. Your mother and I, we may not have always had it easy, but you were always our shining beacon of hope.

As you grow older, there will be times when life throws you curveballs, when you feel lost or alone. But never forget that you are never truly alone. You carry a piece of me with you, always, in your heart.

I may not be able to watch you take your first steps, or see you graduate from school, or walk you down the aisle, but know that I am with you in spirit, cheering you on every step of the way.

So, my darling Rose, live your life with courage, with kindness, with passion. Chase your dreams, embrace every moment, and never let anyone dull your sparkle.

I love you more than words can express,

Forever and always,

Ethan W. (dad :))

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You broke down reading this letter then you get another Email, this time from Chris. You wipe your eyes and print the letter and pictures out for a folder you’ve been working on since Ethan died for Rose. Inside it was a lot of stuff Ethan made for Rose, pictures letter and stuff.

You opened the email and sighed.

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Subject: Training Opportunities for Rose

Dear Y/N,

I hope this message finds you well. I wanted to reach out to discuss Rose's unique abilities and the potential for further training.

As you're aware, Rose possesses extraordinary powers, ones that require careful nurturing and guidance to fully understand and control. Given my experience in dealing with similar situations, I believe I can offer valuable insights and assistance in this regard.

I've witnessed firsthand the importance of honing and mastering one's abilities, especially in a world as unpredictable as ours. With the right guidance and training, Rose has the potential to harness her powers in ways that could prove invaluable in the future.

I understand that you have taken on the role of Rose's primary caregiver, and I commend you for your dedication. However, I would like to propose the possibility of continuing her training under my guidance. Together, we can ensure that she not only learns to control her powers but also learns to use them responsibly and effectively.

Please consider this offer carefully, and feel free to reach out to me if you have any questions or concerns. I am more than willing to discuss this further and work out a plan that suits both you and Rose.

Thank you for your attention to this matter, and I look forward to the possibility of working together for Rose's benefit.

Best regards,

Chris Redfield

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You sighed and clicked off the email and closed your laptop. “Tuh..” you said to yourself and went to lie down. Chris likes to ask for Rose a lot, especially after the incident where she was sucked into the weird thing with her dad and Miranda.

You yawned and decided to leave the email for tomorrow.

[azlrse]

As a Spouse & a Dad (Arataki Itto x GN Visionless!Reader)

CW: afab reader, pregnancy mentions, and so much fluff.

A/N: imma post this quickly since I still brainrot towards him-

*contains headcanons and a drabble

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In all honesty, being Itto's spouse can bring alot of happiness in your life. I mean, you already had a really good relationship with this precious delinquent and what better way to spend the rest of your lives together was getting married and if you wanted, the two of you could have a kid together.

Granny Oni would be so happy when she finds out (through her adopted son) that you're becoming his spouse and welcomes you with warm arms in the family. Same goes for the boys within his gang. All of them congratulated the two of you for the upcoming marriage.

As time goes on and lo and behold, you're carrying his first born child! Congrats! Your husband was really excited when he finds out that the two of you will become parents.

Itto will literally goes outside and shouts "I'M A DAD!! YA HEAR ME?!! I'LL BECOME A DAD!!" which you ran outside and pulled him back at the house with his arm out of embarrassment yet flustered.

He's deadset on wanting a little girl but if it's a boy then he didn't have a problem with the baby. What matters is that the kid will be raised with so much love from the two of you.

Due to his oni heritage, this guy is extremely protective over you and his unborn child. Itto would literally sends a glare to anyone who touched your stomach but was quite chill towards Granny Oni and the boys in his gang.

Itto better be prepared for your cravings and if you craved beans, he would literally freak out. He knows that the kid would be part oni part human so he's concerned and scared towards the baby if you consumed the beans.

"A-are you sure about that, babe? The beans are kinda dangerous for us oni, let alone our own kid."

"How about some ramen? As long it doesn't contain beans."

"Alright then, babycakes. I'll just head out to get some."

^^ awwww ain't he a sweetheart 🤭🤭

During your delivery, Itto was so anxious towards you and his kid that he tries to get up from his seat and makes his way to the room where you gave birth. Until some of his peers grabbed him and made him sit down again for a hundredth time.

"Come on! I just wanna check my dearest spouse! Their screams are driving me crazy!"

As soon as the delivery was finished, he wastes no time but to see you and his new born kid. And there you are, cradling the baby girl within your arms. Itto would literally has tears of happiness in his eyes as he saw his daughter for the first time. (y/h/c), red-yellow eyes, and small pale red horns on top of the baby's forehead.

As the kid grew up, she becomes the mix of the both of you. She also inherited some of the personality her father had, which is one of the many reasons why you fell in love with Itto.

Itto would be the kind of dad whose protective of his daughter when it comes to boys. He's the kind of a cool dad but still have some rules to your daughter.

. ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .

"Oh and when a boy here in Inazuma wants to court you, I want to see if he has a onikabuto and have a match with him!" Your daughter looks at him in embarrassment as the two of the sat down on the living room. The lingering smell of the porridge cooked vegetables had spread throughout the house, making the place much more relaxing. You look over on your shoulder to see the commotion that took place on the living room.

(d/n) crossed her arms in annoyance, placing her back against the soft cushions of the chair. "Dad chill, I'm still 15. Plus, not everyone here in Inazuma like those umm...beetles..." You quickly turned off the stove and making your way towards the two of them. "Don't worry, (d/n). Your father asks me in his prison cell when he wanted to court me when we're still in our youth. He's quite a troublemaker back in the days."

This new information your daughter just heard a few seconds about just sends her eyes wide open. As she looks her dad dead straight in the eyes, mouth wide agape, both in surprise and in shock.

"Dad, did you go to prison before you dated mom/papa?! No wonder why you're so cool in this city!!"

"That happened years ago! I did something terrible back then but at least I didn't steal or hurt anyone! Yes I am quite cool, even charmed your mom/papa back then but don't go to prison, munchkin."

Itto replied sternly. He then looks at you with a playful glare while you gave him a sly smile. "(y/n) sweetie, the love of my life and the most precious human I'd laid my eyes on, I really love you to bits but really? Do you have to talk about that time to our daughter?" You only shrugged in a jokingly matter and went back to the kitchen to set up the table for dinner. "Hmm yes, love. She needs to know our past. :DD"

Ohhh, your husband was dead set on getting back to you. Or perhaps he must tell his daughter the time when you ate a bean bun during your first date with him (your daughter was still deathly horrified when it comes to beans, just like her dad :DD).

‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵

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[sevikasangel]

As The World Caves In (Grayson X Reader)

Summary: After a very tiring day at work, Grayson only wants to see one person after longing for her all day: her wife..

Warnings: Brief mention of explosions, smut, oral sex, dry humping

A/N: I just needed some love making smut with Grayson...There isn't enough appreciation for this cinnamon roll

Grayson tucked her silver pistol into the holster strapped to her hips. The enforced inhaled a sharp breath and slipped a lock of her short, dark brown hair behind her ear. The soft, cold wind blew through the hair strands and loose parts of her clothing, contrasting perfectly with the silent, moist night in Piltover.

As she strode along, treading on the dry leaves, idle remains of autumn, she could think of only one thing amid the rustle of leaves breaking beneath her military boots: home. And when referring to her home, Grayson didn't just long for the comfortable mansion in a lovely neighborhood with everything Piltover had to offer. She thought more about someone; Home, most of the time, is someone, And that someone was her wife.

Grayson smiled as she imagined her sweetheart's eyes. How her wife's pupils would dilate at the sight of her and the speed at which she would throw herself into her strong arms, then she would kiss her, all over her face. This time, she wouldn't feel annoyed by (Y/N)'s complaints. In fact, she longed for the scolding she would get from her lover for putting herself at risk like that. Perhaps she would never admit it, but she knew that (Y/N) was right.

The deafening sound of the bomb that had blasted in a civil building was still present in a buzzing persistence in one of her ears. The smell of smoke escaping through the torn windows still burned inside her nostrils. All that chaos sent waves of migraines straight to the back of her neck: smoke, screams, sirens, tension… It all weighed heavily.

Silco's adoptive blue-haired daughter had planted a homemade bomb in a building in a poorer neighborhood in Piltover where security was not as effective. The earlier reports allowed enough time for the enforcers to evacuate the building and save some of the families who lived there. There were no lives lost. But stories? That was another case. The people who lived there lost everything. All of their belongings had been charred and evaporated with smoke as if they were nothing. As if they had no value.

As she walked through the long garden of her house, Grayson wondered if she was too old for this job, for the responsibility of being the guardian of the Piltie safety. Maybe it was time for her to retire and enjoy the rest of her days with her wife. As mixed thoughts danced through her mind, Grayson finally put the key in the lock and turned it, opening the big front door to her house. Without hesitation, she stepped onto the brown carpet and closed the door behind herself, releasing the breath she hadn't realized she was holding.

"Grayson!" She heard the voice of the one she craved the most at that moment. Her wife ran across the living room as her flowing purple nightgown embraced the curves of her body. The younger woman then hugged her neck and kissed her cheek lovingly, repeating the gesture several times. "Oh God, I was so worried about you, my love. I thought you were inside that building..." Her voice broke and a single tear poured from her eye, escaping its moist confinement to roll down her delicate skin.

"My dear...I've only thought about you this whole time. I know you were worried, my love." Grayson said in her deep, low, gentle voice as she linked her strong arms below (Y/N)'s thighs and lifted her up. She buried her face in the crook of her wife's neck and kissed the skin that smelled of lavender. "It's okay, my love. I'm here with you, hmm? I came home. It's okay. It's okay..." She assured her trembling lover while stroking her back with a calloused gloved hand.

(Y/N) hugged Grayson a little tighter and let out a cry of relief, lingering fingers digging into her wife's dark hair. She needed to feel her close. She needed to feel that she was alive, that this was all real and that she wouldn't just fade away into the darkness like a mere ghost in the back of her mind. The sound of the heartbeats trumping together and the breath that mingled, becoming something nearly homogeneous was enough to slowly calm the spirits of both lovers. One needed the other. One yearned for the other. They were soulmates, there had never been any doubts regarding that, even for the most skeptical of human being.

"I was so scared of losing you, Grayson. I need you alive to kiss me…" She whimpered and pulled back just far enough to look into those gray eyes. She could see a whole world within their immensity.

Grayson chuckled and began to walk carefully around the house. There was subtle malice on her face as she carried (Y/N) down the stairs as if she was holding some sort of golden egg. Reaching the door of the large, chandelier-lit shared bedroom, she stole a gentle kiss from her wife's yearning lips. She grunted at the contact. (Y/N) would always have the same magical taste ever since the first time she had the privilege of tasting it, of drinking from her saliva as if she was swallowing fine noxian wine. It was a sweet, addictive taste of honey. On the other hand, kissing Grayson was like tasting tobacco and expensive whiskey. Sinfully delicious.

"I'll make it up to you for worrying you so much, my love. I missed you today. My beautiful girl." Grayson spoke in that voice that always melted (Y/N) so easily. "I'll show you how much I love you. I'll make you feel like you're the only woman in the world." She hummed the confessions of love and carried the smaller one to the bed, placing her carefully on the fine Ionian silk sheets.

Their breathing was heavy and the air in the room became thicker. The line between relief, love, and arousal was fine. With trembling fingers, (Y/N) gulped, untangling the knot in her throat and lowered the thin straps of her purple silk nightgown, revealing a sheer white lace bra that left little to the imagination. Grayson groaned lowly at the image and climbed onto the bed, laying herself carefully on top of (Y/N). The young woman gasped and pushed her own hair out of the way so her wife could bury her face in her neck, kissing and licking the skin as her hands reached behind her back.

Grayson slid her hands back to her wife's still covered chest and cupped her breasts over her bra, pulling her face away so she could face them jiggling under her deft fingers. She licked her dark, plump lips at the sight, reveling in her wife's low moans and heavy breathing. She would never get tired of it. She would never get tired of her. She would venture to say that (Y/N) was more addictive than Shimmer.

"G-Grayson…" (Y/N) whimpered and grabbed her lover's chin, causing her to look her in the eye. She arched her back, pushing her breasts into her hands. "Promise me you'll always come home." (Y/N)'s eyes twitched a little and the grip on Grayson's chin tightened. The older woman brought her face closer to hers with a side, small smile. "Promise me…"

The enforcer then kissed (Y/N) on the mouth passionately. The younger woman moaned against her wet lips and opened her mouth, allowing passage for Grayson's wandering tongue, who was immediately grateful for the opportunity to claim this woman as her own all over again. She only broke that intimate contact when they both needed to catch their breaths. She looked her into the eyes, once again.

"I promise you, (Y/N)."

Again, (Y/N) hugged Grayson's neck and kissed her as if she was going to disappear, as if it was the last time she'd savour that unique taste of tobacco and whiskey. She sat up in bed and wrapped her legs around Grayson's hips, leaning back against the headboard. Her soft hands began deftly undoing the buttons on her wife's uniform, and soon, the blazer was discarded on the floor along with her shoes, leaving the older woman in nothing but her bra and pants.

Meanwhile, Grayson took off (Y/N)'s bra, unclasping it quickly familiarly. Her eyes turned black as she watched her wife's breasts bouncing with their sudden freedom. She immediately started groping them with her hands, making (Y/N) moan and throw her head back as she felt Grayson rub and tug at her nipples with her fingertips, sending vibrations straight to her core.

Grayson removed one hand and replaced it with her mouth. (Y/N) gasped and arched her back, surprised by her actions. She wrapped her wife's perky nipple around her lips and sucked on it while she cupped her other breast. She wedged her knee between (Y/N)'s thighs, directly feeling how dripping she was. Grayson was sure she would leave a stain of her juices on her uniform pants, but she couldn't care less. In fact, the thought itself was delightful. She smiled slyly, her face still pressed against her chest.

"No panties? You were waiting for me, hmm? You're so needy, honey. I love it. Let me take care of you, my love." She purred and began to add more pressure on her sex with her knee, causing (Y/N) to moan louder and rotate her hips, shamelessly rubbing herself against her wife's leg. She needed it. She could feel her pussy throbbing, begging for more of that special treatment from Grayson.

"Please…Please, Grayson…" She begged with her eyes closed and gently tugged on her wife's short hair, feeling her body getting more and more shaky and desperate from the tension that was building itself successively. "Grayson! A-aahngh…Grayson!" She moaned.

"That's it, baby girl. Moan my name. Moan the name of the only person who makes you feel this way. The only person who can take care of you like this, hmm?" She whispered in his ear, making (Y/N) feel her hot breath behind her ear, making her more and more sensitive. Grayson knew the effect her deep voice had on her wife and she'd always abuse that newly found power.

(Y/N) whimpered and rolled her hips faster as she felt a tight sensation in her belly. Her breath became faster and faster as her ecstasy built. She arched her back and fell backwards, lying on the bed while her lower body was raised slightly, not stopping for a second from rubbing against Grayson.

"That's it, baby…That's it. Good girl. You're so beautiful." She praised and smiled as she watched (Y/N) become a chaos of incoherent sentences and desperate, begging moans of her name as she sought some sort of release. "Fuck...Fuck, this vision is a work of art. You're so beautiful...So surrendered to me like this, (Y/N)." Her voice went hoarse, completely mad at what she was witnessing. "Are you going to cum for me, baby girl? Do you want me to help you, hmm?"

Grayson gripped (Y/N)'s hips carefully and pulled her closer to herself, further forcing her knee against the younger woman's dripping sex. She then began to guide (Y/N) through her hips, causing her pussy to rub faster against the thick fabric of her pants.

(Y/N) bit her bottom lip hard and eyes rolled to the back of her head in pleasure, her toes twitched. She was very close. The moaning and groaning sounds grew louder and more needy.

"That's it, baby. You are so beautiful. Yeah…That's it, you are being such a good girl." She whispered in (Y/N)'s ear and squeezed her hips a little more. "Make yourself cum on my leg. Cum for me. Cum for me, baby girl."

"Grayson. Grayson...Graysooon! All that accumulated pleasure added to Grayson's delicious voice caused (Y/N) to finally reach her ecstasy. She nearly screamed as she grabbed the sheets beneath herself, feeling a tight wave spread out through her pussy and then release itself like a shock that made her wet hole throb, rapidly contracting around nothing.

"So beautiful. You're so beautiful when you cum for me, princess." Grayson grabbed (Y/N) by her legs and dragged her onto the bed, lowering her body until her face was between his thighs, her pussy still throbbing with orgasmic aftershocks.

"What are you doing, Grayson?" (Y/N) asked and gently pushed Grayson's forehead a little further from herself. All that pleasure was too intense.

However, Grayson still wasn't satisfied. She needed to watch (Y/N) become undone under her again. Then she smiled at her wife and stroked her hipbones with the pads of her thumbs.

"I want to taste you, my love. Come on, one more for me, hmm? Just one more." Before (Y/N) could protest against it, Grayson buried her face between the younger's thighs and devoured her with her mouth, making it impossible for her to escape by her firm grip on her hips, keeping her pinned there.

(Y/N) mewled and arched her back. All of that attention to her core was too much to handle and firstly she attempted to retreat her hips to escape that sensation. She cried out upon feeling Grayson's tongue slipping between her wet folds, coating itself in her leaking juices. It all felt so painfully good. The sight of Grayson so eagerly devouring her was enough to make (Y/N) drip with need once again.

"Fuck, Grayson! Unhghh! Please!" She moaned and rolled her hips, forcing herself against her mouth as she felt the blood rushing down again, her pussy pulsing and lower abdomen tightening with another building orgasm.

Grayson began flicking her clit with the tip of her tongue. She'd constantly alternate between flicking and sucking at her sensitive nub. (Y/N) became more and more desperate until she was moaning and begging like a harlot beneath her wife.

Grayson adding two fingers into her dripping whole while sucking her clit and pumping them in and out was enough to send (Y/N) over the edge once again. She released a broke cry as she felt another crushing orgasm take over her body. Her thighs shook and spasmed as she reached over to grab Grayson's hair with her hands, riding her face earnestly through her aftershocks.

Eventually, Grayson pulled her face away and crawled in bed. She dropped her weight into the mattress and pulled a heavy breathing (Y/N) into the warmth of her gentle embrace. She held her wife sweetly while she shook from the pleasure she'd provided. It made her smile. Grayson would do anything for (Y/N). She would give her the whole world if she asked and even sent herself into space to gather her a star.

The enforcer dragged a strand of (Y/N)'s hair away from her beautiful face and kissed her on the cheek romantically while her hand rubbed the skin of her arm. (Y/N) turned around to face her and hugged her body, snuggling up to her like a small kitten.

It delighted Grayson how needy she would always feel after cumming, which made her chuckle a little bit and peck the top of her head lovingly. Slowly, her breath became calmer and she relaxed fully, her eyes heavy as sleepiness began creeping into the back of her skull.

"Grayson?" She called out softly and lifted her gaze to glimpse into that Gray immensity of Grayson's.

"Yes, darling? I am here. What is it?" She cooed gently.

"Thank you for coming back to me. I love you." Her voice was a little shakey and Grayson smiled sweetly, reaching over with her thumb to wipe away a single trailing tear from her lover's cheek.

"I love you too, my dear." She lowered her thumb until it was pressed against her lower lip, dragging it carefully and slowly. "I will always come back to you. I promise."

[wispystar]

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sirius black

✦ = finished | ✧ = not finished

you’re welcome to recommend me some fics! also these list started out just for me so a lot of them don’t have trigger warnings! I’ll try to find time to go in and put them!

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Absurd ideas by @heloisedaphnebrightmore

genre: fluff, angst, marauders era | summary: Sirius’ jealousy causes a misunderstanding which inevitably ends up with him getting worked up and everyone else being confused. Most of all you, when you realize he thinks he knows what you feel, but he couldn’t be farther from the truth.

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Agree to disagree by @lupinlongbottom

genre: angst (kinda not very angst), fluff, marauders era | summary: Sirius and (Y/N) get into a rather frivolous argument. (Y/N) is set on proving Sirius wrong, while Sirius is set on making things right.

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A cat person by @seriouslyblacklikemysoul

genre: fluff, animagus reader, marauders era | summary: sirius finds a cat (not knowing it’s you) and adopts you while unknowingly confess to you

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Borrowed Sweaters, Stolen Kisses by @wizardwritings

genre: fluff, marauders era | summary: In a game of Truth or Dare, you’re dared to sneak into the Marauders’ dorm and steal one article of clothing to wear the next day. It just so happens that the jacket you snatched was Sirius’ favorite jumper.

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Broken promises by @juuuuliee

genre: angst, marauders | summary: sirius keeps standing you up. You finally confront him and things get way to out of hand

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Boyfriend swap by @v1oletvenus

genre: fluff, y/n, marauders era | summary: swapping your boyfriend with Lily’s boyfriend after James catches you two talking about how annoying they are.

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Be my (fake) girlfriend by @/heloisedaphnebrightmore

genre: fluff, marauders era | summary: Sirius is fed up of girls throwing themselves at him, so he asks you to be his fake girlfriend, but you seem to enjoy the fake relationship more than you were supposed to.

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Best Christmas present by @/heloisedaphnebrightmore

genre: fluff, angst, golden era | summary: Sirius goes back to you after he has escaped Azkaban. But when he finds you with a son, he wants nothing but to escape the heartbreak, not even listening to your explanation.

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Cool kids by @finnofamerica

genre: fluff, angst, Potter! y/n, marauders era | summary: nobody knew you for you they only knew you as James Potter’s sister. | chapter: read 2 out of 2

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Crying and cuddling by @marauder-exe

genre: fluff, angst, marauders era | summary: Hello, can I request a Sirius Black with the prompts 10, 27 and 44. Ending in fluff, but full of angst. Thank you! 💚

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Countless nights by @thewinchestergirl1208

genre: angst, some fluff, golden era | summary: remus shows up at your door step one day with a certain someone.

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Compony & Comfort by @sweeter-than-strawberries

genre: fluff, angst, golden era | summary: Sirius asks to stay the night, and you find yourself as in love with him as ever.

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Daughter by @midnighttmarauder

genre: angst, fluff, golden era | summary: Hey, can you do a Sirius x Reader where Sirius comes back from Azkaban and finds out that he and the reader have a daughter and that she's exactly like him when he was younger, but looks like the reader?

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Degrading feelings by @/heloisedaphnebrightmore

genre: fluff, angst, marauders era | summary: James thinks his friendship is more important than your relationship with Sirius so you and Lily decide to take revenge.

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Go on a date with me! by @/heloisedaphnebrightmore

genre: fluff, angst, marauders era | summary: You have had enough of craving for Sirius’ attention so you decide to take the first step. Things however might not turn out to be so great.

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Grumpy Beginnings by @/seriouslyblacklikemysoul

genre: fluff, angst, marauders era | summary: sirius hates you. you hate sirius. one night in the kitchens reveal stuff.

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Hold Me A Little While Longer by @aboutdamntimeme

genre: angst, fluff, golden era | summary: Finally being able to see sirius after 2 years of his escape.

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How to fall in love: for dummies by @/wizardwritings

genre: fluff, angst, modern era | summary: You and Sirius have been best friends for years now, but after six months of living with him, you realize that maybe you liked him as more than a friend. The plan? To make him realize the same thing in just three, foolproof steps

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Hands and rain by @railmeharrypotter

genre: fluff!!! marauders era | summary: spending a rainy day with your boyfriend

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I liked you better as a dog by @/seriouslyblacklikemysoul

genre: fluff, marauders era | summary: while reading in the forbidden forest a dog comes up to you and listens to you reading. It soon becomes a routine to meet with this dog and tell him about your day.

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It’s fine to be nervous by @robincantfunction

genre: fluff, marauders era | summary: reader is to shy to initiate kisses or affection with Sirius. When she is about to kiss him she pulls back and gets nervous. Sirius comforts her

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just a natural fact by @iliveiloveiwrite

genre: fluff, tiny angst, marauders era | summary: sirius has a soft spot for one girl.

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Kairos by @/seriouslyblacklikemysoul

genre: fluff, angst, James potter sister au | summary: James' has been lying and calling you a distant cousin because you are Slytherin... sirius learns the truth one night.

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Lost and found by @/iliveiloveiwrite

genre: angst, fluff, marauders & golden era | summary: finding out you are pregnant after sirius goes to Azkaban. When sirius comes back he learned everything.

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Memories of a pensive by @/heloisedaphnebrightmore

genre: fluff, marauders era | summary: Your friends have been tired of you and Sirius dancing around each other so they show you what they see on a daily basis to convince you.

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Misunderstood feelings by @/heloisedaphnebrightmore

genre: angst, fluff, marauders era | summary: you think sirius doesn’t love you anymore so you take advice from James which makes Sirius think your cheating

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Not so perfect sister . ii by @wreckofawriter

genre: fluff, angst, Potter! Reader, marauders era | summary: James Potters sister who had felt put of place her whole life finally breaks when Lily Evans arrives at her house.

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Retrouvailles by @/seriouslyblacklikemysoul

genre: fluff, angst, marauders & golden era | summary: a little fic about your life with sirius

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Reunions by @/iliveiloveiwrite

genre: fluff, angst, sirius blacks daughter au, golden era | Can i request an imagine where reader is Sirius daughter, and older than Harry and she’s like an older sister to him, She promises Sirius that she’d always protect him, as he couldn’t when he was away. Probably she gets hurt all the time by doing this....

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Rejection by @rainandhotchocolate

genre: fluff, angst, marauders era, after hogwarts | summary: sirius recognizes the bartender not knowing it’s the girl he laughed at for confessing to him. He tries to make it right… a relationship blossoms from this. Then no word from him for weeks until one day he shows up at your doorstep injured

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“So you’re saying in not usually not pretty?” By @yourlocalmaraudersbabe

genre: fluff | summary: being really tired + sirius being a soft boyfriend

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Second chance by @/heloisedaphnebrightmore

genre: angst, marauders era | summary: Sirius has been distant and rude, eventually breaking your friendship. He is angry, you are hurt, both of you pulling away even further. That is until James and Remus decide to meddle.

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“Sirius loves all the attention,” . Part 2 by @/hello-everyfandom

genre: angst, marauders era | summary: James Potter’s sister, Y/N, opens the front door to find Sirius Black covered in blood and bruises.

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Starry night by @/seriouslyblacklikemysoul

genre: fluff, golden era | summary: you end up joining the order after you graduate from hogwarts. You are set up to stay at Grimmauld Place where you spend all your time with sirius. Sparks end up flying

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Sleepy Padfoot by @pregnant-piggy

genre: fluff, marauders era | summary: sirius is so sleepy that he falls asleep in your lap. just cute fluffy cute things!!

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Sleepover by @/midnightmaradeur

genre: fluff, marauders era | summary: sleepover with the boys!

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Secret marriage by @/midnightmaradeur

genre: fluff, golden era | summary: Reader and Sirius try to keep their marriage a secret, but it’s hard to keep secrets from Harry and the Order of the Phoenix.

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Truth behind the polyjuice potion by @/heloisedaphnebrightmore

genre: angst, marauders era | summary: The marauders decide to take your love life into their hands, but things turn out badly, leaving you full of anger towards them.

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Teaching a moderately old dog new tricks by @spxllcxstxr

genre: fluff, angst(?), golden era | summary: The man you fancy has been avoiding you. Tonks gives you an idea

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The order by @/iliveiloveiwrite

genre: angst, fluff, golden era | summary: y/n is a professor at Hogwarts and wants to join the order well her and a fellow member (sirius) get on a bad foot

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The worst wingman by @theweasleysredhair

genre: fluff, angst, marauders era | summary: It wasn’t supposed to be like this. She never meant to fall in love with him too…

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Unexpected comfort by @maraudersmap123

genre: angst, marauders era | summary: When Sirius black is disowned and no longer welcome in his family home he ends up staying at the potters with James and his sister. She never got on with Sirius but when she ended up being his coping mechanism.

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“Uhhh, I’m way hotter than tea, you and I both know that” by @/yourlocalmaraudersbabe

genre: fluff, marauders era | summary: You accidentally wake Sirius up, which was a mistake in hindsight

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What they call home by @/heloisedaphnebrightmore

genre: fluff, angst, lestrange! Reader, golden era | summary: You’re in need of protection and Albus is ready to give it to you after years of help you have been providing the Order with. However your presence is not welcomed, especially by Sirius Black himself as you already have history behind you. However Sirius agrees to the wizard’s wishes, which forces you to be trapped in the same household.

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Wet dog by @shysneeze

genre: fluff, angst(?), marauders era | summary: you can’t stand sirius black at all. But one day in potions you smell wet dog... you have no idea who that could be but the marauders seem to have an idea

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✦ How the moon fell in love by @starssayhello & @/carolinesbookworld

genre: angst, fluff, fake dating with James, lupin! Oc, marauders era | summary: trying to make sirius jealous by fake dating James

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✦ I'm serious about you . part ii . part iii by @imaginewithme

genre: angst, marauders era | summary: Y/N gets mad at him because she doesn’t think he takes their relationship seriously, always making silly remarks and such. All that business so she breaks up with him.

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✦ “I can’t do this anymore” . two . three by @hello-everyfandom

genre: angst!! Marauders era | summary: you’ve been fighting nonstop almost everyday. You finally decided to end things for the better. Feelings get hurt, punches get thrown, and maybe some hearts get mended

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✦ Never enough by @awritingtree

genre: angst, golden era | summary: You were content with your life, living with your cousin while the whereabouts of your father, Sirius Black, and his wellbeing remained unknown after escaping . But that all changed when you had to move into 12 Grimmauld Place for the summer. The worst part of it all? He was there too.

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✦ Oblivious . ii by @/midnightmaradeur

genre: angst, fluff, marauders era | summary: Sirius and reader are childhood friends who grew up with the same kind of parents. Reader is in love with Sirius, but he’s oblivious to their feelings and flirts with other girls. When reader gives up and moves on, Sirius realizes his feelings. | notes: two parts

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✧ Sirius daughter by @whydoyouwantmyname

genre: fluff, angst, sirius daughter! Au, marauders & golden era | summary: a summary of what your life is like as sirius’ daughter

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✦ Sweep Me Off My Feet by @thosemultifandomwritings

genre: fluff, angst(?) marauders era | summary: Sirius takes care of your drunken self as you might let slip your feelings for him? | notes: part two & part three are linked in the fic

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✧ Their daughter by @believinghurts

genre: fluff, angst!!, sirius blacks daughter au, regulus’ alive, golden era | summary: your dad finally comes back but it was all for his godson.

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✧ The daughter . Part two by @iamthecabbage

genre: fluff, angst, sirius daughter!, golden era | summary: see what it’s like for y/n during the year her father breaks out of Azkaban | notes: Don’t know if the story is still going

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✦ The jimmy jab games by @turning-dreams-into-chaos

genre: fluff, tiny angst, marauders era | summary: doing a fun game with your friends ends up with you dating sirius

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✧ 12 grimmauld place by @theeslytherinslut

genre: angst, fluff, lupin! Reader, golden era | summary: When Y/N is attacked notorious Fenrir Greyback in her home, what will this mean for her future? Seeing as her home is no longer safe, she goes to the only safe place she knows–12 Grimmauld Place. How will life change for her now that she’s housed seemingly indefinitely with her long-time school crush? She knows he’s .. | Notes: their masterlist for this fic isn’t all the way updated that’s why I linked their whole list. If you dont want to read smut/a minor skip chapter 14.

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more this way! ---> sirius black ii

[theonewiththefanfics]

Don’t Worry, Darling (one-shot)

Synopsis: Falling in love with a co-star is something that can hurt, especially when it seems like they’re talking to other people behind your back, but falling in love with a co-star and being unable to help when they’re sick, is even worse.

Pairing: Harry Styles x fem!Reader

Genre: angst, fluff, SMUT 

Warnings: COVID-19, sickness, swearing, SMUT (fingering, m going down on f, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it))

Word count: 11 968 (yoikes)

Please note I’m not trying to make light of the pandemic or the virus and those impacted by it. It’s a very real and serious thing, which is why I decided to use it. Please stay safe and healthy, follow the local health guidelines and if you have the ability please get vaccinated. Let’s keep ourselves and one another safe, frens :)

When Y/N got the call she’d gotten the role of Jack’s ex-wife who’d disappeared in mysterious circumstances, she was over the moon. As a Marvel alumnus, she was excited to work with Florence, as she’d loved Midsommar, and knowing she was going to be one of the new faces carrying the next Marvel chapter, she wanted to get to know her. Having played Tony Stark’s adopted daughter since the age of six, she was very protective of the franchise but was excited to see where it’d go.

      Then Shia LaBeouf, Chris Pine as well with Dakota Johnson’s announcements coming soon after, Y/N got even more stoked, and with Olivia Wilde leading all of them, she was sure the movie would be a hit.

      Shia and Dakota had to drop out due to scheduling issues (which Y/N couldn’t lie – she was kind of happy Shia couldn’t do it), and that's where Harry Styles took over the role of Jack with Kiki Layne Dakota’s Margaret.

      Now, when Y/N had seen Harry’s picture next to the re-cast e-mail the whole production had been sent out, she might’ve had a little (a massive, like a ginormous) freak-out. As much as she’d grown up listening to classic rock, due to Robert Downey Jr. and Iron Man, she’d been an avid One Direction fan. Like to the point, it might even seem a bit creepy. Y/N had sort of grown out of the obsessive phase of it all, but most definitely admired the solo albums they’d been able to produce, and when Dunkirk came out, she was excited to see Harry join the acting world, with the amount of talent he had.

      The first table read was sort of awkward, and definitely the weirdest one, given how a pandemic had started, and everyone was at their respective homes using Zoom. 

      Y/N and Florence had been the first to join the conversation about half an hour before the official beginning, and by the time everyone else did, they were crying from laughter and had to excuse themselves from their computers to collect whatever remaining composure they had. 

      “You two alright?” Oliva Wilde had raised her eyebrow, as the women re-joined, still chuckling. “Will we have to use body doubles for the scenes you two are in?”

      “No!

      “Nohooo!” both of them yelled through laughter. “We’ll be as professional as professionals are. Which is very professional.”

      Then Y/N made the mistake of glancing at Florence’s square, and the two busted out laughing again, spewing apologies in between, but no one seemed to really mind. In fact, it looked like they appreciated how casual and open everyone was being, hoping the set wouldn’t be stiff either when they moved onto filming.

      And for the two women, it wasn’t really. Actually, they grew closer than ever. The amount of time Florence spent in Y/N’s trailer was to the point that the two started to talk about just moving in together. After scouring the nearby apartments for rent, they settled on a three-bedroom apartment, as two-bedroom ones were non-existent. 

      When Harry grew closer to them as well, given how he spent quite some time with both women, they suggested he move in as well.

      “You know, what? I changed my mind. You’re taking away our closet, and I don't like that,” Y/N pouted, watching as Florence lifted a pile of her clothes and moved it to her room. “That’s not very ‘treat people with kindness’ of you.”

      All he did was flick a finger at her forehead, which Y/N swatted away with a smile. When he’d double-checked about moving in with them (which, mind you was the seventh time, and half his stuff was already there), the two women were ecstatic. They got along amazingly on set and basically having a sleepover with friends every night suited all of them quite well. 

      At that moment, Y/N was sitting on the edge of her bed, knitting while Harry painted all of their toes and Florence put on facemasks.

      “Wine!” Y/N suddenly exclaimed, almost knocking over the light blue nail polish bottle as she jumped up, throwing her needles back on the bed. “We need wine!”

      “Do not ruin my masterpiece!” Harry hollered after her, as she waddled away on her heels, toes separated by foam and hight up in the air. She even had to manoeuvre around the carpet to avoid any hairs and fibres that could get stuck inside the still wet lacquer.

      It took her a second to find a bottle all three of them could enjoy, given their tastes were so different – Y/N preferred sweet and red, and didn’t care if it was a three-dollar bottle from Target, Harry had a bit more of an expensive pallet, giving preference to something with a more of a lingering aftertaste and in the higher ranges of price point, while Florence liked rosé and white wines.  

      Taking two glasses in one hand and the bottle with a third glass between her fingers, she shuffled back to her room when she heard the two muttering something in low voices before Harry whispered harshly, “I’m not telling Y/N that!” 

      “Won’t me what?” Y/N’s question made him and Florence spring back where they’d been engaged in a heated conversation when she re-entered the room, putting the wine bottle and glasses on the nightstand.

      Florence waved her off, giving her a smile, she didn’t believe in. “Nothing. Now come on, Harry will do your fingernails now, and I think it’s about time the mask came off.”

      And that’s when Y/N’s heart dropped. She’d been in the industry long enough to know how fake people could be, how they could put on smiles so inviting and friendly while hiding their true intentions behind them. She just didn’t think two people she’d found so genuine and sweet would be like that.

      And the thing was – it wasn’t the first time she’d heard the two whispering like that and hushing up when they saw her enter the room or even come somewhere near to them. 

In the beginning, Y/N had chalked it up to the two being closer, given they had to spend more time together, so they knew one another better, but this time sort of solidified it wasn’t the fact the two were closer, it had to deal with Y/N specifically.

      So, she started to distance herself. She’d had enough users in her life to last her for the rest of it. Y/N excused herself from the movie nights they had on most Fridays, she no longer joined in on the cooking sessions and mostly spent time in her room, or on work calls.

      When she re-entered the flat, four weeks after their falling out, they watched as she nodded to them, and went inside her room, closing the door, much like she’d been doing for the past thirty days. 

      “Do you think she knows?” Harry asked, brows furrowed and bottom lip between his teeth as he hoped the doors would open, yet, obviously, they didn’t. 

      “Well, I haven’t told her, and unless you did, then I doubt it…”

      Harry stood up, running a hand through his hair. “I’m gonna talk to her.”

      “You think it’s a good idea?”

      “No, but if she’s upset maybe she needs to talk to someone.”

      “Or maybe she wants to be alone.”

      Harry bit his lip thinking over Florence’s words. When he was upset about something, he himself did like to kind of retreat and become a little bit of a recluse, to sort out his emotions before anyone else tried to jump in and help with it, but the thing was – Y/N’s distancing started the night when she’d walked in on the two of them arguing, and it’d been about the girl in question herself, so he shook his head. “I’ll just ask if she’s alright.”

      He took a deep breath and went to enter the room he hadn’t seen in almost a month. “Hey.” Harry poked his head through Y/N’s door, making her swirl around in her chair. She looked adorable to him. She’d changed into a big fluffy nightgown, the hood up, a headband pushing hair away from her face with a green facemask covering her skin. The domestic life flashed through Harry’s head like a freight train, as it was something he craved, but pushed it away. There was no daydreaming before figuring out what was in front of him in reality. “You okay?”

      “ 'M fine.” She shot him a quick smile. “Why? Did Olivia send something new for the script?”

      “Um, no, ‘s just you’ve been, I dunno – detached a bit?”

      “Look, Harry… I may be younger than you, but I’ve been in this industry longer than you or Florence.” Y/N stood and shrugged before crossing her arms. “And the thing is – I don’t care for shit like that. So, you two can gossip and whisper and talk whatever you want about me behind my back. Everyone else is doing that so, you’re not that special. But’ I’d prefer if you did it somewhere else besides my room, my space, and I’ll say this once, but very clearly – we’re not friends. I don’t need friends like you. We’ll be civil and we’ll do our jobs, but…” Harry’s heart broke at her eyes, seeing the pain in them as she nodded and made sure he understood where she stood. “We’re not friends.”

      She didn’t leave any room for argument. When Harry left, Y/N didn’t even look over her shoulder to see him exit.

      The next couple of mornings she didn’t see them leave nor come back, seeing as Y/N had the week off from filming, but the morning of the seventh day was awkward as hell, given how all of them had to go and get tested, and well, they had their allocated time slots one after the other. Usually, they’d take one car together, but this time, Y/N drove off on her own, while Harry and Florence carpooled on their own.

      The tests were always nerve-wracking. If one person went down, the whole production did for at least two weeks. And as much as she hated going in alone, she was glad no one was with her in the car, because as she stepped out, a certain notion swept over her that this would be a lot different than usual.

      A doctor dressed head to toe in protective gear motioned for her to sit down, as another processed her ID and work ID. Her leg was bouncing up and down the whole time, and he eyed her. If she could see his lips, she was sure they’d be pursed. “Anything wrong?” He handed her back the IDs before moving to the table where a set of large q-tips seemed to lay in sterile packs.

      Y/N sighed, biting her lip and nodded. “Woke up with a sore throat and a small cough appeared on my way here as well. I wiped and cleaned everything down at the apartment I’m staying at and wore gloves and a mask the whole time.”

      “Anything else?” the doctor asked, writing down each word as Y/N said. “The feeling of breaking bones, fever, muscle pain, eyes hurting when you look up, lost sense of smell or taste?”

      “No, nothing like that. Just a sore throat and a small cough.”

The doctor let out a large sigh, probably from having to wear a full-on hazmat suit. “Alright. Just for safety reasons, so we know who’s a potential contact person, who are you staying with?”

      “Florence Pugh and Harry Styles. We’re renting an apartment together.”

      “Do you know if they’ve had any symptoms?”

      “No,” Y/N shook her head honestly. “And I haven’t really interacted with them this past week, as they’ve been on set, and I didn’t have any scenes to film, and by the time they get back, I’m already asleep, and I’m still asleep when they leave so there’s been no direct contact. We have our own kitchenware, so there shouldn’t be any direct contact. I think.”

      That last bit was half-true, seeing as she hadn’t been asleep when they came back, but she might as well have been. The second Y/N heard the door click, she’d place her headphones on or leave the room, only glimpsing the two faces falling as she did that.

      The doctor clearing his throat and motioning for Y/N to open her mouth so he could take a swab and then to do the same for both her nostrils, was what brought her out of it. She was so used to it, it was like nothing at that point. “Okay. We’ll need you to stay in the car while the test is being run, and if it comes back positive, you’ll be placed in a separate flat, as to not endanger the rest.”

      Her ‘alright’ was barely audible. Fuck. It just felt like the universe was against her. First, the two people she’d gotten closest to were whispering behind her back and being fake to her face, now she might have a super contagious virus to which there was no medicine really, nor was there a vaccine, let alone the thought she’d have to miss filming for potentially more than two weeks.

      The thirty minutes of wait were agonizing, her leg bouncing up and down. Y/N’s eyes kept watching the line of cars slowly move forward through the tent and then settle behind hers. She knew Harry was about five cars away, and she was glad he wasn’t closer. They weren’t really allowed to get out of their vehicles while the tests were being run, and Y/N didn’t think she’d be able to not look back at him through her review mirror. 

      Two more minutes passed when finally, one of the med students in the full hazmat suit came up and knocked on her car window.

      “Miss Y/L/N?”

      “Yes?” 

      “ID please.” It was standard so that no med info got leaked. The only reason she had to rummage through her stuff was, because she’d bite the little plastic card in half if she didn’t throw it somewhere deep inside her bag.

      “So.” The man sighed, and he didn’t need to elaborate. Y/N understood, but still, he had to confirm it to her. “Your test came back positive for COVID-19. The production has been informed, and for safety reasons, everyone will have to self-isolate for two weeks.”

      Y/N’s head slammed against the back of the seat. “Fuck. Okay.”

      “Because so far, you’re the only positive case, you’ll be placed into quarantine. We’ll need the address you’re staying at, and if you need anything from your apartment, we can send someone over to grab a few things. You’ll have to follow the black SUV right there.” He pointed further down the lot where indeed a black SUV stood. “They’ll take you to where the quarantine apartments are. Is there anything immediate you’ll need?”

      “I – uh – I need my pills, my birth control that is. I take it every evening. Computer, chargers. That’s the most immediate I can think of. Maybe some food? I didn’t get the chance to eat breakfast.”

      Even through the mask, Y/N could see the man smile. “Well arrange that. In the meantime, here’s the number for the coordinators who’ll get you the rest of your things and deliver them to you.”

      “Thank you. I’ll call my assistant, and she’ll drive down to the apartment. She knows where everything is.”

      “Have you been in close contact with her?”

      “Just through the phone. She hasn’t been on set in almost a month, as I told her only to come when it’s an emergency… Guess this is it.” Y/N let out an awkward chuckle.

      And truly that was it. With one last motion as to where the SUV stood, she started back up the engine, reversed out of the spot and followed the car to where the ‘Don’t Worry Darling’ production had set up a few quarantine apartments, specifically for actors and crew, speed-dialling her assistant Anna and letting her know of the situation.

      “Shit, girl,” she’d cursed. “That sucks.”

      “Tell me about it.”

      “Okay,” Anna huffed. “Do you have a spare key for the apartment by any case or do I need to go down to the lot and ask Harry or Florence?”

      “Both of them will be at the apartment, given how everything’s shut down, so they should be able to open the door for you. Hopefully, if both of them are negative. If not, call me, I’ll tell you where we hide the spare. Thank you, Anna.”

      “Of course.”

      As Y/N pulled up behind the SUV, a man and a woman in face guards and masks stepped out. She ended the call and stepped out as well, pulling on a cloth face mask, an envelope in their hands, which they handed to her.

      “Your flat’s on the third floor, 367. When you have the list of things you need, forward them to us, and we’ll gather your things.”

      Y/N nodded and gave them a tight smile. “Thank you. I’ll be as quick as I can.”

      With a sigh, she took her bag and entered the complex. As much as she’d only had a small cough in the morning and a sore throat, walking up those flights of stairs made her winded more than it usually would. Maybe it was the knowledge she had a sickness, or maybe it was stress about missing work and putting everyone on lockdown, or maybe it was the combination of it all with her falling out with Harry and Florence on top.

      She placed the key in the lock and twisted, revealing a studio type apartment, and it was so bare it made her heart clench. As much as she felt awkward being around Florence and Harry, their flat was a bit messy, had little pieces of clothing thrown around, giant knitted blankets on the sofas, a candle always lit whenever someone was home. Harry’s shoes were typically all over the place while Y/N’s make up was scattered around everywhere. Literally. Florence and Harry had gotten back early one morning from a night shoot and found her looking under the sofas for one of her lash glues as she started to get ready for the day. They’d made that flat their home for the time being. This… this was nothing like that.

      She threw the keys on the small kitchen counter and shrugged off her jacket. They was going to be a long two weeks. At best.

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       Back at their place, Florence and Harry were pacing around, having heard the news that someone was positive, and everything had to shut down for the time being, yet Y/N was nowhere to be seen when a knock at the door disrupted them.

      Harry was there and flinging it open in a matter of a second, only to be stopped by Anna instead of Y/N.

      “Hey.” His brows furrowed as she and two people all wearing masks and gloves entered. “What’s going on? Is Y/N alright?”

      Anna sighed, nodding her head for the two strangers to go towards the woman’s room. “She was the one who tested positive for the virus. Gave me a list of the things she’d need while in quarantine. We’re here to pick ‘em up and get them to her.”

      “And she’s not doing that here?”

      “Per the safety instructions, she’s been placed in a separate flat in self-isolation.”

      “She could’ve done that here. We’d be fine with it,” Florence butted in, arms crossed over her chest. “We’re more than willing to take care of her. She’ll need someone to help her.”

      “You both tested negative.” One of the people piped up, carrying a box of books and yarn. “I’m sorry, but she’ll have to quarantine separately until she’s no longer infected. She’s under the supervision of doctors, and she knows if an emergency happens, they’ll be there in ten minutes tops. I’m sorry, but this is how it has to be.”

      Harry sighed, nodding as the people exited their place, but before Anna could leave, he took hold of her bicep. “Hey, can you please tell her to call me? I just wanna talk.”

      “I uh – ” Anna furrowed her brows, showing Harry that Y/N hadn’t said anything to her about the falling out they’d had. “I’ll uh, yeah. I’ll do that.”

      With that he was left to close the door and just wait for… anything.

 ***

       In the two hours Y/N had spent in the apartment, she already felt like going insane, having been left alone with her thoughts, so how she was going to do another two weeks after finally getting back into the rhythm of work was beyond her. She didn’t have any of her knitting supplies, didn’t have any of her books (yet), and most likely there was no reason to look at her script anymore, as she’d made up her mind about a lot of things. 

      There was a knock at the door, and Y/N instantly had a mask on her face and gloves on her hands. She peeped through the peephole and when she saw boxes lined in the hallway, three people in masks and faceguards at least six feet away, only then did she open the door and give them a wave.

      “Everything should be here, but if you need anything else just pop me a message.” Anna then pointed at a bag that sat atop everything. “There are the most important things, so you don’t have to rummage through everything and a pizza is on the way while I do some grocery shopping for you. And umm, there’s a paper you need to sing that you know you need to be in self-isolation and that you understand what happens if you’re not.”

      Y/N hoped all of them understood she was smiling underneath the mask, grateful for having them help her out like that. “Thank you. So much.”

      She rushed inside found a pen and signed it, moving between the boxes to place the papers on the stairs so that they could be safely retrieved. With that, the two assigned people left, leaving Anna to say goodbye.

      “Call me.” She pointed at Y/N. “No matter what, even if you just wanna talk for five seconds.”

      “Will do.” Y/N nodded and gave her a thumbs up. “If I could, I’d hug you.”

      Anna sighed, cocking her head. “Same. And umm, Harry told me to ask you to call him.”

      “Yeah, uh thank you.” She knew he probably wanted to talk, so it wasn’t that big of a surprise, but it still made her stumble on her words. “Take care, Anna.”

      “You too.”

***

       The next two days Y/N spent worrying as to how to present her decisions to the cast and crew. She felt worse with every hour, and with that had come her thought process, but as much as everyone was going to be impacted by what she was going to do, Olivia would be the one dealing with it most, so later that night she hopped on a Zoom call with her director.

      “Hey, girl.” Olivia gave her a warm smile, and Y/N almost melted. God, she loved that woman. She was like the older sister she never had. “How are you doing?”

      “I’m alright. Feelin’ kind of woozy from time to time, throat’s killing me, and I’m fairly certain I’m getting abs from how much I’m coughing.” That made both of them chuckle before Y/N bit her lip and ran a hand through her hair. “Look,” she sighed, looking at Olivia. “The reason I called you is that umm… well, I think it’d be a lot more cost-effective for you to re-cast me. We’ve barely shot one scene with me. I’ll be out of commission for two weeks, as a minimum. It could get worse. And I’m definitely not going to be back before I get two negative consecutive tests.”

      Olivia shook her head, running down her hands over her face and then through her hair. “Y/N, I really don’t want to do this. There’s a reason we cast you. You’re amazing, and yours and Harry’s chemistry is off the charts. We’re all quarantining for two weeks, and I’m sure you’ll be fine in no time, back on set and killing it like you always do.”

      “You don’t know that.”

      “Of course, I do! Nothing’s gonna happen to you.”

      “All I’m saying it could take up to a month to get those two negative tests. By that point, you could’ve shot at least a fourth of my scenes. Olivia…” Y/N gave her a small, sad smile. “I know you know I’m right. I hate to pass on this, but I won’t hinder the production. If you want my input, I’ll help with the re-casting, if it takes the guilt away.”

      “I still feel like shit this is an option we even have to consider.”

      “’S not your fault. You didn’t get me sick. We should be happy it’s just me, not someone else or more than one person.”

            ***

      For two more days, it was radio silence from Y/N, and Harry and Florence were anxious messes. If they could distract themselves from the falling out while on set, then now, having to be cooped up inside the apartment with pretty much nothing to do, was so much worse, not to mention Y/N declined all of their calls and left their messages on read, leaving the only option for checking in either through Anna or what she decided to share on her social media, which wasn’t a lot. But the thing was, Harry knew his best bet was to call Y/N in the middle of the night. Disorientated and barely awake, she probably wouldn’t look at the caller ID once. And he was right.

      A bleary face appeared on his screen, eyes squinting as she tried to block out as much of the light as possible. “Hello?” Her voice was scratchy, and Harry’s heart clenched at just how much pain her throat must be in, let alone how she was feeling as a whole.

      “Hey, there, lovie.”

      It took her a second to comprehend the person who was speaking, and she’d be lying if she said hearing Harry’s voice didn’t bring her some sort of joy. “Hey, H. Are you alright? Why are you still up?”

      “I couldn’t sleep. Kept thinking about you.”

      Y/N hummed, rolling on her side, and immediately regretting it as the action elicited a coughing fit. “Yeah?” she asked hoarsely. “ ’Nd what about me?”

      ‘How shitty I feel about everything’, ‘I miss you’, ‘I’m so fucking terrified’, but instead he asked, “How are you doing?”

      “Alright,” Y/N croaked out before her body was racked with coughs once more. Harry’s own chest hurt just hearing them. “Fever’s finally down, so I’m getting some sort of sleep. Throat’s killing me though, and they’ve hooked me up to an IV. They’ll be coming in two hours or so to change the bag. How are you?” she asked quietly. “How’s Florence?”

      “She’s alright. Upset. Just like I am.”

      Y/N’s brows furrowed. “Why’re you upset?”

      “Are you kidding me? You’re sick, alone in quarantine and… and we can’t help you. I can’t help you.”

      A genuine chuckle escaped her. “Didn’t know you had a medical degree, Styles. Could be my personal nurse. Fetch me my water and shit.”

      “No, but at least I’d like to be there for you.”

      “Harry…” 

      “I like you,” he said after taking a deep breath, hoping that the break he’d heard in Y/N’s voice as she’d said his name wasn’t just because of the sickness, but because her heart thudded just as fast as his when he thought of them together, that her mind reeled with the possibilities of where their futures could take them and that whenever they touched, she could feel the electricity that ran through his fingertips, igniting his whole body. “That’s what Florence and I were whispering about all the time. Is that I’m madly crushing on you, and I couldn’t gather the courage to say it to you.”

      A strong coughing fit made her drop the phone on the bed and lean over, as she gasped for breath, and through it all, all Harry wanted was to be there. Fuck him possibly getting the virus, as long as he could make it easier for her in some way. 

      “ ’M sorry,” Y/N whispered, trying to keep her voice as low as possible as to not aggravate her throat. “Harry, I’m so sorry.”

      “Hey, there’s nothing to apologise. You’re sick, you can’t help –”

      “No,” she shook her head. “I’m sorry I assumed you and Florence were talking bad behind my back. I never should’ve done that. And this is not an excuse, I’m not trying to shift the blame from being in the wrong, but I like you too.” She gave him a shy grin that he thought was as bright as the sun. “I really like you too, Harry. I think that’s why it hurt so much to hear you two whispering ‘bout something. And thinking it was about me, and it was something bad, hurt even more, ‘cause I really connected with Flo, and I kinda, well I kind of fell for you. Hard.”

      “You did?” His tone was like he didn’t believe what his ears were hearing.

      “Yeah. A lot actually… I – I really like you, Harry.”

      He couldn’t explain how his heart expanded in his chest while simultaneously was being crushed by his inability to help, by the distance between them, while the hope that glimmered in his eyes at Y/N’s words made her heart break as much as his was, when he asked, “So you won’t resign?”

“Harry,” Y/N made her voice as tough as it could sound with her condition. “I told them to re-cast me not because of you. I’ve been on enough sets and worked with enough pricks, and still gotten the job done. Genuinely, this is not because of you or Florence. I just – I just don’t want to hold up production. You’ll all be out in what – twelve days or something? I’ll be here for at least twice that, if everything goes the way it’s going right now.”

      “I don’t want anyone else to play Larie. You are my Larie,” he muttered, which made Y/N smile, but in a true Y/N fashion she just wanted to make others feel better. 

      “You do know Jack murders Larie in the middle of the night.”

      Harry’s mouth opened like a fishes’ while Y/N’s mouth pulled up in a grin. “That’s – that’s not what I mean, and you know it!”

      Both of them were laughing now, all tension having evaporated. 

      “I know.” She bit on her lower lip. “But um… we’ve gotta be practical. I sent Olivia my resignation letter already, and she signed.”

      She saw Harry sigh and throw back his head at her words. 

      “ ’M sorry, Haz. I didn’t want to but –”

      “I know.” His smile was gentle, understanding. “You always put everyone before yourself. God, this just sucks major ass.”

      “Trust me,” Y/N started before being interrupted by another major coughing fit. “I –,” she took in a breath. “I know.”

      Her heart cracked seeing Harry’s face and his green eyes, the eyes she’d gotten lost in more times than she’d ever admitted being lined by tears. “I wish I could help you.”

      “But you are. Just by – by talking to me, by keeping my mind off things. You’re helping me more than you’ll ever know.”

      “When you get out, I’m taking you on a date.”

      Y/N couldn’t help the smile that bloomed on her face. For the first time in a while, she felt good, despite being sick. “Is that a threat, Styles?”

      “It’s a fucking promise.”

      That night she fell asleep listening to Harry talking, seeing as it became harder and harder for her to do so, so he just took over, telling her stories that lulled her to dreamland where he was there, and she could touch him. 

      The following days she also had calls with Florence and the rest of her cast to explain the situation, but she wasn’t doing much talking anymore, and one night they’d even seen her almost throw up from coughing so much, which broke everyone’s hearts. They were lucky the only Covid case before Y/N had been a light one, so witnessing just how brutal it could be, made everyone appreciate what they had, but at the same time, feel as helpless as ever.

      A week and a half in, that was when shit really hit the fan. Despite her feeling shitty the previous days, now Y/N woke up from the feeling as if she was drowning. She’d fallen asleep while talking with Harry on FaceTime, his features illuminated on her phone. At first, she thought it was just her dream still lingering and causing that effect, but when after a minute or so her lungs still remained on fire, she knew she had to dial the doctors.

      In five minutes’ time, an ambulance was at her door, and it was a miracle she’d been able to get out of bed to open it because the second she did, her whole body pretty much collapsed into the arms of one of the nurses. 

*** 

      “Come on,” Harry muttered into the phone, pulling on a pair of trousers as quickly as possible and a knitted sweater he took from the floor as he immediately tried to redial her, having heard the call drop. “Come on! Pick up, Y/N!” Her voicemail answered instead.

      “Damn it!”

      It took Harry seven minutes with the way he was driving to get to her assigned isolation place, only to be greeted by red and blue flashing lights, an ambulance right in front of the entrance, and it took Harry five seconds to feel his heart drop as a team of three doctors wheeled out a gurney on which lay Y/N, face covered in a mask, an IV stuck inside her arm while a huge plastic cover domed over her body.

      Without even thinking about himself or his safety, Harry jumped out of his car, rushing towards the ambulance.

      “Sir.” One of the doctors extended a palm towards him, keeping him back as Harry tried to get towards the inside of the car. “Sir, you can’t be here.”

      “Is that Y/N?” Harry felt like he was spinning out of control, and his mind was dizzy from not being able to take in a proper breath. “Is – is that Y/N?” 

      “Are you family?”

      “I –,” Harry so desperately wanted to say yes, to say he was her boyfriend at least, but he couldn’t lie. “No, I’m just her collegue – friend! I’m her friend. Is she alright?”

      “Okay, well is there anyone we can contact from her family?”

      Harry nodded, knowing that her mum and dad were on her emergency contact lists. “But her family is out of the country, and they won’t be able to fly out with all the restrictions in place.”

      “Alright.” The doctor sighed before looking back inside the car. In a way, Harry was happy he couldn’t see Y/N because he was sure if he did, he’d completely break down and crumble to the ground. “We’ll contact her parents, but if you could leave us your number as an emergency contact on place that’d be a lot of help.”

      “Okay, uh…” Harry took in a deep breath, held it for five seconds and then let it out before reciting the number he used while in the USA and his permanent UK number as well, so he could be reachable anywhere and at any point in day or night, no matter the time. 

      “Well keep you up to date.”

      And with that, the ambulance doors shut, and they rushed away, the vailing of sirens echoing in the dark night, leaving Harry with a hand in his hair, tears streaming down his cheeks and without a clue as to what to do.

***

      In the end, Harry had gone back to his car and cried for what felt like ages, but instead, it was just twenty minutes. He pulled himself together but was still shaking as he made his way back to the flat where Florence basically ripped open the door. Seeing his face told her everything she needed to know.

      “She’ll be alright,” the woman muttered as she soothed Harry by rubbing a palm up and down his back, letting him hide his face in her shoulder. “It’s Y/N. She’d pull through an atomic bomb.”

      They spent the rest of the night and the following day on the couch, glued to Harry’s phone waiting for any sort of updates. From time to time a text message came from the hospital letting them know what procedures were being done on Y/N, that her parents have been informed, and if necessary, they’d allowed Harry to be the main contact person because of his proximity to their daughter.

      Three days later and the quarantine for the rest of the cast and crew ended, yet when they returned to the set, everyone was in low spirits. Especially, Harry – he was miserable. Every moment spent not reciting lines or acting was occupied with the thoughts of Y/N, how she was doing, was she improving, was she still breathing, how he wanted to just ditch everything and run to her, to help in whatever way he could.

      “This sucks,” Florence grumbled, arms crossed over her chest as they took a break while re-setting already in for the fifth day of filming, eight since Y/N’d been in the hospital. “Can’t believe they won’t allow a phone in with her.”

      “It’s the same policy for everyone, but trust me,” Harry sighed and looked up at the bright blue sunny sky above. “The number of times I got out of my bed in the middle of the night and had the car keys in hand is ridiculous. And the number of times I’ve thought about breaking into that hospital is even more concerning.”     

      Florence let out a small chuckle and nudged his shoulder. “I’d cover for you if you did. As long as she doesn’t have to be there alone.” She hung her head, blond strands falling down to curtain her face. “Can’t imagine how scared she must be.”

      Harry just sighed. There really wasn’t anything he could say. 

      Something vibrated in his pocket, but he no longer furrowed his brows when unknown numbers called, knowing it was from the hospital. It was nerve-wracking though to pick up the call each time because he had to mentally prepare himself for the possibility of bad news, even though he always hoped for good ones. 

      “Yes, hi. Hello. I – oh,” he put a hand over his mouth and sagged down onto a chair. “Oh, thank god, thank you, doctor. Yeah. Yes, I’ll let her know, and someone will be there to open the flat. Thank you again. For everything.”

      He took away the phone from his ear and stared at the ground for a minute before leaping up and hugging Florence, laughter escaping his mouth.

      “What’s wrong?”

      “Nothing. Nothing’s wrong, it’s the opposite. Y/N’s out of the hospital.”

      “Oh thank god!” Her hands flew to hug him back.

      “She’ll have to stay in self-isolation until the two negative tests and will be monitored by the doctors, but she’s out.”

        Immediately he was dialling her, and Harry had never been as happy for the invention of a video call, because when he saw Y/N’s face light up the screen, as tired as she looked, it was the most beautiful sight that graced his eyes.

      “Hey, lovie.” His voice was soft and low as if anything louder would worsen her state.

      Her ‘hey’ was barely audible, but he heard it, and it made the weight of a boulder drop off his shoulders.

      “I’m so – I mean we all are so happy you’re back home.”

      Y/N smiled, shaking her head. “I’m happy too,” she whispered. “I missed you. Missed everyone, but most of all I missed you.”

      Harry was happy they were separated by a screen because if she was anywhere in a five-mile radius, he was sure she would be able to hear his heart beat out of his ribcage at her words. “How are you feeling?”

      “ ‘M alright,” Y/N tried to let him know. “Very tired.”

      “Then get back to sleep, lovie.”

      Y/N shook her head. “Wanna talk to you.”

      “I’ll keep talking,” Harry promised. “Like we did before, okay.”

      “Okay…”

      And so, he did. He kept talking as Y/N listened, and he watched as her eyes slowly closed before she drifted off to sleep. Even though Harry had to go back to filming, he didn’t dare end the call. He’d never end the call. 

***

      It took a month and a half for Y/N to get those two consecutive negative tests, to feel somewhat human again and when she did, she probably garnered at least seven speeding tickets with how fast she was driving down to the set.

      It was the most inconspicuous outfit she could scramble together, consisting of a hoodie and baseball cap, as she watched Harry as Jack lean down to peck the actress’s lips, then step into the vintage car and rev out in the driveway, while a dishevelled Florence started the scene from the side, eyes racking over Jack’s first wife, who was dressed the exact same way, hair styled like hers and even nails painted the same, her character putting all the puzzle pieces together. 

      “And cut!” Olivia yelled across the lot, nudging Y/N’s side and giving her a smirk. “He’s gonna freak. You’re all he’s been talking about on set. We almost had to put a ban on you as a topic,” she muttered that part so only the woman could hear while telling everyone to re-set, so they could do the scene from another angle, but not before asking the three actors to come and look at the monitors so they could understand how to move in order to keep the continuity.

      Y/N moved to the side, ducking her head down as Harry, Florence and Mandy, the actress that took over her role, all leaned closer to watch the monitors. Y/N had to bite on her lip to keep the grin away, as all of them analysed their movements and the scene, nodding along to what Olivia was saying.

      “Y/L/N, what do you think?” Olivia asked, grinning. 

      Y/N stepped forward a bit, seeing all of their shocked faces through her peripheral, as she pointed to the screen, lifting her head so that everyone could see her face fully. “I think it’s great, you might want to step to the side a bit more, Harry, when –” but she was unable to finish the sentence as he swooped her in his arms, lifting her basically off the ground, and burying his face in her neck.

      “Watch the hair! Daniele will have a fit if you ruin her masterpiece!” Y/N laughed, holding one of her hands on the base of his neck, the other tightly wrapped around his shoulders, but he just shook his head, and she could feel tears splash her skin.

      “Fuck the hair!” He let out a small chuckle, and she could hear the lump in his throat. “I’ve missed you so much. I was so scared.”

      “Same,” Y/N whispered. “Missed you like crazy. And your stupid, unfunny dad jokes.”

      “ ‘M hilarious, lovie, what are you talking about?”

      He finally set her down but didn’t let go of her waist, and she smiled cupping his cheeks. “A true comedian, that’s what you are.”

      “I know. Why’dya think I got that SNL slot?”

      But his eyes, as he gazed into hers once more glassed over.

      “Hey,” Y/N cooed wiping away the tears running down his cheeks. “Don’t cry. Please don’t cry, cause then I’ll cry, and we’re both gonna be crying messes, and then these guys will have to deal with that.”

      Harry sighed, leaning into her touch. “Happy tears, lovie. All happy tears.”

      The two looked at one another as if there was no one else in the universe. And for the two of them, there really wasn’t. Neither had to say what was on their minds, they already knew.

      His face was inching closer to Y/N’s, and heart started to beat erratically, not that Harry minded, as his palm rested in the middle of her back. In fact, his own heart mimicked the rhythm, but it stuttered when someone behind him cleared their throat and interrupted their moment.

      Y/N hid her face in Harry’s chest as he sighed at Olivia’s raised eyebrow. 

      “You’ll be able to smooch as much as you want, but we need him in hair and make-up.”

      “Oli-“

      “Now,” she let out a small laugh. “Before Daniele removes my head from my shoulders.”

      “Go,” Y/N patted his side. “I’ll still be here.”

      “Is that a threat?”

      She grinned up at him. “A fucking promise.”

      Harry dashed away like lightning, hoping that the quicker he was done, the sooner he could have Y/N back in his arms even if it was for a second, but her attention was taken by a woman with long blond curls, a flowing green slip on her figure; her steps unsure as was the wave she gave her, but Y/N’s heart melted at the sight of her.

      “Hey, Flo,” she whispered and brought the girl in a bone-crushing hug, holding onto her, trying to convey how much she regretted her words and actions, especially because they were unwarranted.

      “I’m so sorry,” Y/N said, and she nodded.

      “Me too.”

      Y/N shook her head. “You’ve got nothing to be sorry about. I shouldn’t have assumed.”

      “And I should’ve made sure Harry pulled his head out of his ass.”

      That made both of them laugh, and it was nice to do it not only without having to cough up her insides, but to do it with someone she’d connected with and had become great friends with.

      “He did that. I just hope if he wants to make another move, it won’t take me dying to push him to.”

      Florence pointed at her, a serious look on her face. “I’ll kill him with my bare hands if he does.”

      A small noise of someone clearing their throat from behind Y/N took both of their attentions for them to go onto the actress who’d been cast as her replacement, the woman coming forward and extending her hand for a handshake with a nervous smile. “Hi. I’m Mandy.”

      “ ‘S very nice to meet you.” Y/N tried to give off as open and accepting of a vibe as much as possible, because she genuinely wanted Mandy to feel respected and that she wasn’t a threat. “Before you think anything if you’re worried about me taking the role, don’t. It’s all yours, so don’t worry about that. I just stopped by ‘cause I hadn’t seen anyone in almost two months. Never thought I’d say this, but fuck did I missed people.”

      Mandy shook her head, her smile a lot lighter and brighter now. “I – uh thank you for that actually. I’m a huge fan of yours, and well, can only try and live up to what you would’ve portrayed.”

      “Well, I’m sure you’ll absolutely kill it, and I can’t wait for the movie.”

      It was great to see Mandy’s shoulders drop in relief. “Would it be too much if I asked for advice on the role?”

      “No,” Y/N laughed. “But I would say that you should make this role your own. It is yours. You are Larie now. And Harry’s Jack. Make it yours.”

      As she said that, she turned to watch Harry who was practically bouncing on his feet, green eyes flitting back to where she was standing, and when their gazes met, neither could help the smiles blooming on their faces.

       “You know he messed up a scene once and said your name?”    

      Y/N’s brows furrowed as she looked over at Mandy. “What do you mean ‘said my name’?”

      “It was a kissing scene. The wedding bit, actually. As Jack and Larie recited their vows, and he leans down to kiss her, he was supposed to say, ‘I’ll love you Larie, until the very end’. He said your name instead.”

      That hit Y/N more than a semi-truck wheeling a ton of bricks would. Yes, she knew Harry liked her, and he knew she liked him, but love was a big word, and for him to admit that, whether it was a flub or not, was even bigger.

      Harry was a private person. While he openly talked about what he felt, he guarded heart at the same time, much like Y/N did. But she had to wait until Olivia yelled cut for the day, and had to watch him make a mad dash for hair and make-up before running to the dressing trailer as he didn’t want to miss out on a second he could spend with her. Even as they walked up to their shared flat and he opened the door, his fingers stayed intertwined with hers.

      “How does it feel to be back?”

      “Kinda shitty, honestly,” Y/N laughed throwing the keys to the table and shrugging out of the jacket and taking off the cap, Harry immediately helping her and putting it on one of the racks. “I’ll have to move out, now that I’m not part of the movie.”

      “Why? ‘S not like the production is paying our rent, we’re doing it out of our own pocket.”

      “Yes, but now that I don’t have a job, I kinda need to look for one.”

      “And what says that you can’t live here while you do that?”

      “I –,” Y/N’s brows furrowed. “I mean nothing, really… I just… kinda thought because I’m not part of the movie anymore it’d be safer if I found my own place. But um… I think I have something else I’d like to talk about. Mandy,” Y/N dragged out her name a bit, a sly smirk appearing on her face, “told me you had a flub on set.”

      Harry’s heart was pounding underneath her palm where she’d grabbed onto the lapels of his dress shirt, so he couldn’t run away. 

“I’ve uh,” he let out a nervous laugh. “I’ve had a couple of flubs on set. Who hasn’t?”

      “I don’t doubt that. But she said you misspoke a name.”

      She made him look into her eyes and wouldn’t dare let their gaze break. “You said my name during the wedding scene. You said Y/N. Not Larie.”

      Harry looked like a cross between a deer in headlights and a fish out of the water, eyes wide with his mouth opening and closing, no sound coming out, which made Y/N worry a bit.

      She placed a palm against his cheek. “Harry? You alright?”

      “I – I meant it.” He let out a deep sigh and leaned down to press his forehead to hers. “And when I thought back on it, I don’t remember seeing her face or Larie’s face. It was yours. And the lips I was kissing belonged to you too. I was holding your hand, and you were holding mine. And I know it’s way too quick, for a wedding -”

      “Unless you threaten me with it –”

      “I –,” Harry stuttered before laughing, all tension evaporating from his body. “No, that I don’t want to be a threat. That will be a question asked with love and hopefully an answer given to it the same way.”

      Y/N nudged his nose with hers. “Well, we’ll see. I mean if you don’t kiss me what makes you th–,” 

      But she didn’t get a chance to finish the sentence before his lips were on hers, pressing with such gentleness, it made her weak at the knees, and she would’ve crumbled if Harry’s arms handn’t woven around her middle, fingers pressing into the sides, the pressure increasing with each second their mouths were connected. 

      Harry’s hand drifted up Y/N’s back and settled on her neck as if he could pull her any closer, her own palms slipping over his stomach, pecks and grabbing onto his jaw, fingers lightly scratching at the stubble that’d grown throughout the day. He had to shave every morning for the role of Jack, but each evening she’d see a small, darkened shadow across his skin, and Y/N would be lying that when she’d realised her attraction to him, she hadn’t thought about how delicious it would feel to have it leave small burn marks on the inside of her thighs. 

      Unconsciously, she clenched her thighs, trying to create some sort of friction which became more and more unbearable as she felt Harry moan into her mouth, tongue sweeping against her lower lip, asking for permission without words, which Y/N granted without a second to spare. 

      It was heavenly to have him so close to her. She did wonder if the sensation was intensified by the fact, she hadn’t been able to touch anyone properly for almost two months, but that thought vanished when his fingers skimmed underneath her hoodie, brushing against her heated skin. No. It was because it was Harry.

       “I –,” he was breathless as he pulled away, but Y/N didn’t let him get too far, her lips attaching themselves to his neck, making him groan in pleasure. “I don’t want to push this too far.”

      Her brows scrunched up, as she took a look at him. “What do you mean? If you think I don’t want this, then let me be perfectly clear – I do. A lot.”

      Harry chuckled, shaking his head. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m so fucking glad you do, but… Y/N you just got out of the hospital, where you were on a ventilator. I don’t want to make anything worse.”

      “Not your choice to make.” A devious smile appeared on her face, as she stepped a few feet away and lifted her hoodie over her head, making Harry inhale sharply. “So here are your two options.” Her hands went behind her back, unclasping her bra and letting it slowly drop to the floor, the green eyes that hadn’t left her now wide as saucers. “Number one.” She toed off her boots and popped open the button of her jeans. “We can stop this, obviously, just say the word, and I get to my room, start packing and looking for a new place. We can have some dinner and just chill. Or number two.” Y/N hooked her jeans behind her thumbs and slowly dragged them down her legs, revealing more and more of herself to Harry. “We can go inside your room and make up for the lost time. In every position imaginable, for as long as you want. But.” Y/N’s eyes glimmered with mischief as she made her way to Harry’s room. “I don’t think you wanna take the first option.”

      Harry ran a hand through his hair, turning it from the meticulously gelled hairstyle into a mop of messy strands. “You know you’re making it really hard for me to be a gentleman.”

      Y/N swayed her hips a bit more as she took another step closer to his room, the door meeting her back, and one of her hands went to the doorknob, pressing down on it. “Well, a gentleman doesn’t kiss before the first date, and definitely not like that.”

      He stood there, hands on his hips, eyes not leaving her body, as she cocked her head. “So, what’s it gonna be?”

      They were ten torturous seconds for both, hearts beating out of their chests, but it only took three steps for Harry to cross the hallway, his hand sneaking behind Y/N’s back and pressing down on the doorknob as well, revealing the inside of his room. It was messy, much like her own, but it wouldn’t take too much to rip all off the tossed around bedding leaving a whole bed to themselves. 

      “You. Are. The. Devil.”

      Her smile was nothing short of wicked. “I mean you can listen to the angel on your shoulder.”

      “I’d rather listen to you.”

      Together they stepped inside, and Y/N nodded. “Making good choices already.”

      “Can’t get on your bad side, can I now?”

      “I mean you can.” Her legs hit the back of his bed and she fell down on it, Harry leaning over, resting his elbows next to her head. “But bad boys get punished.”

      His nose skimmed over hers. Now he was the one smiling like a devil. “I’ll hold you to your word. For future reference, that is.”

      That kiss was nothing like their first. This was messy, and passionate, all tongue and teeth, hands grabbing everywhere possible to get the other unclothed. Or at least that’s what Y/N was trying to do, seeing as she was pretty much naked already, and Harry was the one still wearing too much.

      Her hands pretty much ripped open the shirt. It one of his expensive Gucci ones, she was quite certain of it, but it didn’t seem like he cared, as he shrugged it off, throwing it to land somewhere on the floor.

      Y/N sighed into his mouth as her hands were now freely allowed to run over his chest, over the ink embedded into his skin, over taut muscles that relaxed under her touch, and dig into his sides in an attempt to leave her own marks on him, much like he was going to do to her. 

      “Think you can take your pants off? It’s only fair.” Y/N muttered into his mouth and his own travelled down to her cheek, then neck and to her chest.

      “You mean my trousers?”

      Her lips quirked up and she shrugged her shoulders. “No, in this case, I meant pants the British way.”

      “And if I’m going commando?”

      Y/N pressed her hand against his chest and pushed him away from her. “You had nothing underneath all day on set?”

      “No! I wouldn’t subject the dressing department to that. But underneath this.” He looked down at his jeans and smiled at her. “I do have nothing.”

      “Well then? Get on with it!”

      Both of them were giggling, as Y/N tried to unbuckle Harry’s belt, his own fingers mixing with hers as he went for the zipper and the button. He nudged his head towards her. “Your socks and pants come off as well. Or we’ll be unevenly matched.”

      Y/N lifted her eyebrow, as she went for her own remaining pieces of clothing. “No socks during sex?”

      “No, what kind of a weirdo do you think I am?”

      “And if my feet get cold?” She threw them away somewhere.

      “We have a blanket.”

      As Harry removed his jeans and his own socks, Y/N slipped off the dampened piece of clothing that’d been on her, now both of them completely naked. 

      “Alright.” He leaned over her again, her arms wrapping around his shoulders and pulling them chest to chest. “Happy now?”

      Y/N deeply kissed him. “Very. But I think we can make each other even happier.”

      “Agreed,” Harry hummed. “Wanna get a taste first.” He attached his lips to her collarbones sucking a bruise there. “Can I?”

      She groaned at the feeling, knowing there be a pleasant ache that accompanied mark. “You can. Don’t have to, if you don’t want. No need to do this for me.”

      “And if it’s for me?” Harry was moving lower and lower with each word, wet tongue flicking against a perked bud, and making Y/N gasp. “What if I wanna feel you cum on my tongue, and what if I wanna do something I’ve dreamed about for months now?”

      His hands were kneading her breasts, mouth having left a trail of kisses down the middle of her stomach as it was moving towards where an ache that’d been left untreated made itself more and more prominent. 

“Then please, please, please do something, Harry.”

      “With pleasure.”

      Luckily for Y/N, she didn’t have to beg any more, as his mouth attached itself to where she wanted him most, tongue sweeping past her lower lips and licking up a broad, steady stripe.

      One of her hands went to fist into her hair and the other into Harry’s. “Shit,” she moaned. “Fuck, that feels good.”

      “Guide me.” He licked a circle around her clit. “Tell me how you like it.”

      “Mhgm, fuck, okay,” Y/N breathed out. “I – I mean you’re doing great on your own.” Her chest was heaving as if she was running a marathon, and Harry shifted her legs so that they lay over his shoulders. “But umm, like if you lick around my clit, but like really press down li – oh, fuuuuck, just like that.”

      The coil in her stomach tightened with each pass he did, just like Y/N had instructed, small tight circles just how she did with her fingers, only what took her sometimes half an hour, Harry managed to do in less than ten minutes, to have her toes curling and hands grasping anywhere they could find purchase to just keep onto something real.

      The vibrations from Harry humming sent shivers straight to her core. “What else, lovie? What else, do you like?”

      “If – if –,” Y/N panted, “if you suck on it, but like – fuck – shit! If you kinda keep a seal around my clit, that fuck! Yes!”

      The way Harry was eating her out was almost sensational, but what made it even better wasn’t that he just decided to do something and assumed, she’d like it, he asked, he wanted to learn and discover what made her tick and turn, or in this case – cum. 

      “Harry, ‘m close,” Y/N warned him, feeling the warmth slowly start to spread all throughout her body. 

      “I’ll get you there.”

      He let his lips go for a moment before slipping two of his fingers so that they pinched her clit and moved them slowly but tightly up and down it, while his tongue went to slip inside her hole, and that did it for her.

      With a gasp of air, Y/N’s eyes rolled to be back of her head, hips lifting up as euphoria exploded through her veins. Her mind went completely dizzy, and she was quite sure some drool also dribbled down the side of her mouth because she’d lost all ability to function.

      “ -o me, love,” Y/N heard as if through a fog, and then felt two soothing palms running up and down her legs. “Come back, love. There you go.”

      A drunken smile bloomed on her face, and she ran a hand down it, the same hand that’d grabbed Harry’s hair like a vice. “Fuck. You’re good, you know what you’re doing.”

      “Well, I’m certainly glad you enjoyed yourself because I thoroughly enjoyed myself.”

      She watched as he straightened out to sit on his knees, her legs still over his shoulders, cock slapping against his stomach, and when she looked down there was a wet patch on his side of the sheets, a sly grin morphing on her face. “You liked eating me out so much you came yourself?”

      “What can I say – bringing pleasure, gives me pleasure. And your cunt’s probably the sweetest I’ve ever eaten. But… do you think you’re ready for me?” Harry asked, kissing the inside of Y/N’s thighs and watching as she vigorously nodded her head, but he just smirked. “I think I need to test it out. Just to make sure.”

       “Harry,” Y/N whined as she felt his fingers skim the apex of her thighs, teasing her. 

      “Don’t wanna hurt you.”

      With that, he used one of his hands to open up her lips, his thumb pressing down on her already sensitive clit, eliciting a gasp before he allowed two fingers to skim her entrance and then slipped in.

      “Still so tight,” he said, watching as Y/N sighed and her mouth fell open, his fingers curling in a come-hither motion. “Told you needed to check if you were ready. What kind of a gentleman would I be now, if I didn’t make sure you could take it?”

      Y/N gritted her teeth. “I can take you.”

      “Don’t doubt it.” Harry left kisses along her leg, as he continued on with his movements, noting how her hips slowly started to grind down on his palm, so he pushed his fingers in deeper so that the heel of his hand could rest against her clit, making the pleasure intensify. “But I’d never forgive myself if I hurt you when all I wanna do is give you pleasure. And you weren’t stretched out enough. Not yet at least.”

      “Oh, god, Harry,” Y/N groaned, one arm thrown over her eyes as his fingers hit just the right spot.

      “That’s it? Right there?”

      “Yes, right there,” she moaned. “Just. Fuck! Just don’t stop, please, don’t stop.”

      “Gonna cum again?”

      “Yes, just – just curl your fingers and twist them a bit more.”

      And much like the first time, a couple more times was all it took. Her orgasm was even more powerful than the previous and fully knocked her breath out of her lungs. Her legs fell open around his shoulders, stomach and chest spasming from the intensity. 

      Gentle fingers skimmed up and down Y/N’s arms and featherlight kisses fluttered over her breasts, then chest, neck and finally were peppered across her cheeks.

      “Kinda spaced out on me there. You alright? Not too much?”

      “ ’M – I’m good. But I’m pretty sure you’ve killed me.”

      Harry chuckled, and Y/N leaned her head to the side so she could press a kiss against the closest of the swallow tattoos. “Hopefully not. I still wanna take you out on that date.”

      Her eyes landed on Harry’s left hand’s ring finger, where a golden band still laid. 

      “Oh, yeah.” He lifted the digits, still covered in her cum before pushing them past his lips and licking them clean. “Forgot to remove it. Hope the prop guys don’t kill me.”

      She hated how his eyes sparkled, absolutely knowing what that sight did to her, how it made her stomach flutter and heart thunder against her ribs. Y/N was sure with the force it was pounding, they’d crack. 

      “Well, if they don’t, I will.” She pulled him down, nails raking on his skin, dragging to rest on his ass as they bit into it. “Now get inside me.”

      “Condom.”

      “No, ‘m on the pill.”

      “I’m clean, I swear, but it’s still not a hundred per cent safe.”

      Y/N shook her head. “I’ll buy the morning-after pill. Just need you inside.”

      “You sure?” Harry placed a strand of hair behind her ear. 

      “Yeah. I mean I’m clean, and uh… I just wanna feel you.”

      He’d cum once already, and Harry would be dammed if he did it again before having the chance to know how heaven feels like. As gently as possible, he took himself, giving a few strokes before nudging the tip against Y/N’s clit, her sharp inhale stalling him until she nodded. 

      Her nails dug into his biceps, as he finally slipped inside her, making both of them moan at the feeling. Even with all of the stretching out he’d done with his fingers, and the two orgasms he’d drawn from her, the slickness helping everything to be easy and smooth, Y/N still felt a little sting.

      Harry’s head dropped to Y/N’s shoulders and even from under him, she could feel his thighs and stomach shaking, as he tried to hold his composure and give her a little bit of time to adjust.

      A couple of deep breaths later, she tapped his ribs. “You can move now.”

      “ ‘ya sure?”

      “Mhm,” Y/N nodded her head and pecked his lips reassuringly. “Please.”

      His dishevelled and sweaty hair shook as he nodded and slowly drew back his hips so that just the tip of his cock remained in her before gliding back inside. The sight alone was more than enough to make both of them explode, but they wanted to last longer than thirty seconds, especially for their first time together. There’d be quickies for later, now they wanted to have a proper shag.

      Bit by bit, Harry’s pace quickened, pearls of sweat gliding down his skin and dampening the sheets below them, much like it was with Y/N. Her leg slid up to rest around his hips, giving him a better angle and more leverage for him to strike the right spot, as he pushed her knee to rest against her chest, Y/N’s head falling back to the pillow.

      Her insides were shaking from the pleasure, and it was like an invisible force was pushing down on her chest, as she struggled for a proper breath. “Harry,” she dragged out his name, the word turning into a high-pitched whine.

      “I know,” he responded in the same breathless voice. He could feel her tighten around him and wasn’t sure just how much longer he’d be able to keep up the pace. “Touch yourself ‘f me, lovie. C’mon, use those fingers.”

      Y/N did as she was told. It didn’t give her that butterfly feeling like it’d happened when they’d been Harry’s, but it did make her cum faster, and the sensation of her gushing around his cock made him lose all self-control and he spilled inside.

      It wasn’t enough for Y/N, but she guessed she needed to settle for it. She knew that nothing really ever touched in the universe, that the closest atoms ever come to touching one another is when their wave packets overlap, much like she and Harry were now overlapping, his body lying on top of hers, skin sweaty and frame trembling as he came down from his own high.

      “I uh,” Y/N cleared her throat, finger tracing the outline of one of the butterfly in the middle of Harry’s chest. “When the people came to get my stuff, I umm, asked them to take your rainbow cardigan. Wanted something that smelled like you, so I didn’t feel so alone. Was the first thing I put on when I got out of my hospital gown.”

      She felt his body rumble with laughter and a kiss being pressed to her forehead. “I know. Saw Anna stash it inside the suitcase. I uh, I was the one who also put in one of my sweaters. Know how cold you always get.”

      She hid her smile against his collarbones. “Thank you. For thinking of me.”

      “ 'M always thinking of you… Will you knit me one though?”

      Y/N raised her eyebrow. “Knit you one?”

      “Yes. I know you knit –“

      “Everyone knits nowadays.”

      Harry drew himself back a bit, and she pushed away the matted down strands from his forehead, wiping away the sweat from underneath his green eyes as well. “Yes, but the point is – there’ll be a million other Gucci shirts and sweaters and cardigans. But I’d like to have one-of-a-kind made by you. So, I have something to sleep next to when you’re not next to me.”

      Y/N ran a finger along his jawline, biting away her grin. “It’ll probably have mistakes. I’m not that good at it. ‘M not a professional.”

      “Exactly.” Harry tilted her head up with a finger and their eyes met. “Which is why it’ll be perfect.”

      “The arms will most likely be different lengths in the end.”

      “Don’t worry, darling.” He pecked her lips before hugging her and not letting go. “It’s flawless for me.”

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