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Chapter Five: One Bed

summary: you and eddie have to share a bed, and things start to take a new turn. (7k words)

eddie munson x pregnant!reader || strangers to friends to lovers, unplanned pregnancy, and then they were roommates, forced proximity.

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“Just a warning, these nights get loud,” Chrissy expressed, maneuvering around where you sat near the kitchen island, bouncing Melody on your thigh. “And just think, in a few months we’ll have another little girl here to add to the chaos.”

“Don’t remind me,” you groaned, already dreading the idea of getting her out once all was said and done. “I miss the days when we thought storks delivered babies to your front step.”

“It’ll be all worth it once she’s here.” Chrissy giggled airily at that, placing bowls of chips around the table, tutting when Melody’s hand reached out to try and grab some. “How are things going with you and Eddie? Living together, sleeping just down the hall from one another…”

“I don’t know what that look is in your eye, but it seems diabolical,” you mused, taking a sip of your water perched on the table beside you. “Him and I are friends.”

“Friends who seem very cozy as of late.”

“We’re living together and…so what if we enjoy the company of one another —” You paused as her lips curled into a devious smirk. “— not in the way you’re thinking. We just spend a lot of time together lately.”

“I think the way he dotes on you is sweet,” she said, reaching her hands out to grab Melody. Hoisted the baby up onto her hip. “You know he talked about you a bunch after Halloween. You must have made a good impression on him.” She sing-songed the latter half, a mischievous little glint in her eye that looked out of place on her sent your way.

Flashes of that night danced across your vision. Those brief introductions at the table. The way you’d spent hours talking and laughing with one another. The moment beneath the awning where you’d almost kissed. Food shopping with him. His fingers on your form as he undressed you, inside you as they drew out your pleasure, mouth hot and fervent against your own. The way he mapped your body later with his lips, how he’d lavished you with his words as he rolled you beneath him that second time, your hands tangled together in bed sheets near your head, eyes locked on yours as his hips rolled into yours.

The night was seared into your brain. Imprinted on your mind. Intimate in a way you’d reeled from, a spark different than anything you’d had with Paul — or anyone for that matter. A complete stranger, and yet something had felt so different that night. So ‘impression’ deemed too insignificant of a word to express what that night signified.

For one, it marked the beginning of something new, now nestled within, just beneath your breast.

“I just think it’s less complicated this way,” you added, glancing down at your midsection. “She’s most important. She needs both of us.”

“And what about what you want?”

“I’ve had enough run-ins with love to know it’s likely not in the cards for me,” you told her sourly.

“What if it’s just a matter of you not having met the right person?” Chrissy asked, placing Melody in her high chair. “You know, before I met Steve, I’d been dating someone else. My parents loved him. On the basketball team, town golden boy, involved in his church and charity. Perfect, by their standards. But what they didn’t know was that we fought — almost every day. He didn’t make me happy; or I thought he did, until I met Steve.”

“You never told me how you met Steve.”

“At a roller rink,” she giggled, glancing over your shoulder to where her husband and the father of your own child were drinking beers together in the living room. “He’d bumped into me. Literally crashed into me. We spent the day with me icing my head and him icing his cheek. But we talked for hours. And he was funny and sweet and charming and I just knew it was him. Right away.”

“That’s — that’s really sweet, Chrissy…”

“How does Eddie make you feel?”

And there it was. The question you’d been avoiding, because it meant admitting to the fact you simply weren’t sure. You knew you liked him, but liking him meant putting yourself in a vulnerable situation.

“We’ve only known each other a couple of weeks —”

“Time doesn’t define the importance of something, silly,” Chrissy said, dropping down onto the chair beside you. “Right now, at this very moment, how does he make you feel?”

You glanced his way. And, like he always seemed to, he had this uncanny way of knowing when you needed him. Ever present, with that seemingly constant glowing smile on his face from over Steve’s shoulder where he sat. A question burned behind his gaze, but you shook your head, and he relaxed back against the couch no longer on alert.

“Good. Heard. Seen. Cared for,” you rattled off, wanting to cover your face with your hands. Wanting to hide from the gnawing fear burning in the back of your mind over the reality of it all. “But it doesn’t matter, because what if we try and it doesn’t work and now Elena has two parents who don’t even like one another, or can’t even stand to be in the same room together?”

Chrissy curled a hand around your shoulder, those bright eyes of hers meeting yours sympathetically. “What if we imagined the reverse? What if none of that happens? You won’t know if you don’t try.”

Another time, another place, another day — those had been the words spiraling in your mind the day you left him back in his hotel room. Another person — someone who would offer him the rose-colored glasses, the giddiness of relationship, the joy of love. He was deserving of so much; the world, really.

“I’m not just saying this because he’s my husband’s best friend,” she started, voice lowering into a quieter whisper, “but he’s a good man. The best of the best. What if you opened up to the idea of…simple like? Not even love.”

What if you opened up to the idea…to simple like? Could it really even be simple? It seemed like such a juxtaposition to your current reality. Yet, the words knocked around in your head all the same, wonder already forming in the catacombs of your mind at the mere possibility.

However, before you could give it any life, the thought was disrupted by the doorbell, to be shelved away for later.

——

The arrival of the fondly named “kids” came with an air of chaos. Friends who traveled from near and far to come visit, all wrapped together in one room. Max and Lucas, on holiday here in Hawkins, now residing in California together.

Will and Mike arrived a little later, holding hands and a package of Oreos that you immediately opened and snacked on, much to their shared amusement.

El, who you had previously met, was visiting her step-brother Jonathan and Nancy in the city — the same woman you’d already contacted, thanks to Eddie’s suggestions, and were now waiting to hear back from.

Their initial reactions to finding out about Eddie being Elena’s father were met with amusing degrees of excitement and many questions — but overall, they were all over the moon for him. It made your chest ache to see him so happy, the way he proudly talked about his daughter before them all, the fondness behind his eyes as he spoke.

You remained at his side through it all, overjoyed to simply be there with them, laughing when they’d dove into a story about a time Steve, Robin and Eddie had taken the kids camping, and Eddie and Steve had the not so brilliant idea of trying to spook them before bed.

“To be fair, we were only fifteen at the time,” Mike explained from beside Will. “Which should really show you what these assholes are capable of —”

“Hey, watch what you’re about to say,” Eddie began, waving a finger in Mike’s face. “That is your mother and father you’re talking about.”

“Who’s mother?” you asked, laughing when Steve pinched at the bridge of his nose.

“Steve’s mom,” Robin explained, appearing in the doorway with Vickie. “And your guy over there is dad.”

Neither of you bothered to correct Robin on that comment.

“So maybe we’d told them a little campfire story about bears in the woods before bed,” Steve started, curling his arm tighter around Chrissy’s shoulders. “What’s the problem with that?”

“Well,” Dustin interjected, leaning out of his seat from where he sat next to his soon to be bride. “Here’s the thing — we were on high alert. Started stocking up in case we needed to fight off a bear.”

“Wasn’t our fault Eddie is an idiot and started growling outside of our tent and maybe got sprayed in the eyes with hairspray,” Max said, bursting into loud giggling when Eddie cringed beside you, as if recalling the memory like it had happened moments ago instead of years ago.

“That shit hurts, okay?” Eddie grumbled, and you patted his kneecap teasingly.

“The scream he let out,” Lucas added, and the rest of the group laughed in agreement.

“I do not scream.”

“You do, man,” Steve said solemnly, earning a glare from his best friend. “It was so loud. Thought the police were gonna be called.”

“Sorry,” Eddie began, rolling his eyes, “who was it that used Farrah Fawcett spray in the first place? Because that’s where these little asshole gremlins got it.”

“Hey — it works!” Steve shouted. “Don’t knock it until you try it.”

“Steve, my friend, I walk out of the shower and my hair looks like this. I don’t need products to enhance what I was naturally blessed with.”

“Bet you’re doubting your decisions to procreate with him now, aren’t you?” Mike joked, flicking his gaze between the two fighting men.

But you only laughed, because you weren’t doubting it at all, but instead thoroughly enjoying yourself. Especially now as Eddie interrupted their stories meant to embarrass him and suggested they maybe start their game before it got too late and they’d have to call it a night.

Eddie on a normal day was…breathtaking, beguiling, intriguing. Different from most you’d ever encountered in all the best ways imaginable. Appreciated for all he was simply because he marched to the beat of his own drum. He loved life and enjoyed it to its fullest. He never once put on airs, tried to be anyone but his fullest self. Had accepted Eddie Munson as Eddie Munson years ago.

You’d known as much from conversations with Steve, Chrissy and Robin over dinner. Eddie’s face bright red in a blush whenever they recounted stories from their younger years. And over the span of several weeks, you’d gotten to know it for yourself as well.

Eddie was Eddie.

Perfectly, wonderfully atypical.

But seeing him like this — in his element, surrounded by his loved ones, weaving a tale that left you enraptured. Left you leaning out of your seat, as if lured by some unseen vision, his words wrapping around your heart. Your mind.

Chrissy grinned to herself at the sight. A little flash of it you’d seen, twisting those pretty pink lips. But you’d chalked it up to the fact Eddie Munson was a natural born storyteller. Inspired by the many books his mother had read to him as a young boy, even now. Even so, what a lovely thing? To be graced with it so intimately like this, to see his inward love so outwardly on display.

Later, after the campaign had wrapped up and everyone left for the evening, you sat beside Eddie in the passenger seat of his car. Regarded his face illuminated by streetlights as you passed them by. Glimmers of dark eyes, full lips, those freckles cheekbones.

Long, torturous moments passed in silence, fueled by Chrissy’s comments and insinuations. Fueled by the questioning of what would happen if only you played the tape deck forward. Would you crash and burn or take to the wind and soar? Would you risk it all for the sake of your own want, or play things safe for the needs of the third party in this increasingly complicated situation?

“Are you —”

“Can we go somewhere, Eddie?”

You’d both spoken at the same time, laughing awkwardly as you’d done so. Rushed utterances of the first things that stumbled into your minds. Eddie’s ringed fingers gripped the steering wheel tighter, shifting onto the side of the road with his right blinker.

Once settling the car into park, he shifted in the seat your way, worried lines marking his forehead. “Is everything okay?”

“I just…” What did you want, though, really? “I’ve been having a hard time sleeping.” Not quite a lie, and yet not also the full truth as to your whirring thoughts.

“Do you want to go for a walk around our neighborhood?” he suggested, turning the car back on when you’d nodded. “I know you mentioned you were having a hard time a little while back, but I didn’t realize how bad. How long has this been going on?”

“Couple of weeks,” you grumbled out, leaning your head against the window. “Doctor said insomnia is another thrilling side effect of all of this.”

“I’m sorry,” he huffed out, though it was hardly his fault at all and you both knew that, drumming his thumb along the steering wheel. “You could have told me, though. I’d have tried to help you.”

You shrugged, shifting on the seat a bit so you were facing him. Noted the determined line of his lips, his bare arms moving as he steered. “Where are you going? This isn’t the way home.”

“I’m thinking we need dessert for our walk,” he said, the turn signal clicking as you waited to make a left turn into the parking lot. “Chocolate?”

“Mmm Oreo sounds really good right about now.”

“So I have something to ask you and I know it’s kind of out of the blue and last minute and I meant to ask you beforehand but we had Steve’s today and it kind of got pushed to the side.”

“Is this why you’re buttering me up with a milkshake?”

“Maybe.” He said, a little teasing glint in his eyes, the red stop light bathing his skin in the bright glow. “Okay, so, Wayne’s place is getting work done. Something with a burst pipe and he can’t stay there for a couple of days.”

“So you want me to stay with Robin or something —”

“No, no,” he urged with a hand on your forearm. “I just need the guest room for a couple days.”

“Oh, okay.” You nodded, considering. “I can sleep on the couch for a few days.”

“What? Sweetheart, no. I’m not — I’m not making my pregnant —” He paused, catching himself, swallowing thickly. “I’m not making you sleep on the couch.”

“Yeah, but I’m not taking your bed,” you argued, “so I guess we’ll have to share.”

The words spilled out in a rushed breath. You’d not even really thought about what you said until the words were already there, out in the open, exposed for the taking.

“I mean, we’re adults,” you continued, shrugging. “We can sleep in the same bed without it being weird.”

“Okay,” he said, nodding evenly, mulling over your words, “that was easy then. You’ll sleep in my bed. With me.”

And that — that had your stomach turning. Twisting in that giddy, roller coaster, butterfly type of way. The way that had your fingers curling around the edges of your seat as Eddie parked the car and rushed into the opened diner to grab the two of you your sugary treats.

He returned as your heart settled back into normal rhythm. Opened your door and thrusted your drink into the air, muttering, ‘For the lady’ with a bow that had your cheeks heating up.

It only took another few minutes to pull up in front of Eddie’s home, your door opening so you could hop out as soon as he’d shifted it into park. Tugging your hoodie tighter to your body, you walked along the sidewalk and waited as he hooked his keys onto his belt loop, locked the car, and joined you beneath the street lamp.

“After you,” he said, practically bouncing on his heels as you began your loop around the neighborhood.

“You know, there are so many stars here than back in the city,” you muttered after a while, pausing with your drink outstretched in hand, head tipped back to take in the sky. “It’s just another thing I don’t really miss about back home. I feel so much more…I don’t know, connected? To myself and those around me. Without all the hustle and bustle.”

“Never thought about that,” he breathed out, hand guiding you closer to him on the sidewalk so you wouldn’t stray too far into the road. “I guess it’s easy to take for granted when I see it all the time.”

“Did you know there are two to four hundred billion stars in just our galaxy alone?” You tilted your head over your shoulder, catching the way the moonlight illuminated Eddie’s features. “And there are something like hundreds of billions of galaxies. Fun things you pick up when you work at a high school library.”

“I did not,” he admitted, lowering his head to take you in. His eyes lingered on your face, on the lines of your lips, and you swallowed the thick knot forming in the back of your throat. “Anything else you learned while at my old high school?”

“The worst lunch days are definitely Wednesday,” you sounded off, sipping your drink, “O’Donnell always has mustard on everything while we have lunch and Elena hates it. Which means I hate it. Uhm, they definitely need a wider selection of novels, and their cataloging system could use some major work. Oh — and the vending machine near the nurse’s office has the best snacks.”

He laughed, a bright, happy sound that had you nearly bouncing on the balls of your feet. “Sounds about right.”

“You know, tonight was actually really fun.” You tipped your drink lid into his chest, smirking slightly. “I saw a different side of you tonight.”

He followed as you trailed onward again, the sound of his shoes pounding against concrete to keep up in your ears. “A good side? Come on now, sweetheart. Can’t leave a guy hanging like that.”

Nose wrinkling, you snorted. “I liked it. You had a very…commanding presence. The kids enjoyed it, too.”

“So she likes commanding —”

“Hey —”

“Kidding, kidding.” Eddie held up a hand in surrender, waving his cup in the air with a big flourish as you halted on the sidewalk in front of him to allow him to catch up. “Honestly, I’ve been doing that for so long, it’s become something I look forward to. Back in high school I’d run the club, and that’s when I ended up meeting the guys. Mike, Lucas, Dustin and Will. Took them under my wing a little bit — you know how it is, teenagers are shitty.”

“Teenagers are shitty,” you agreed, sounding a little morose. “I was lucky to have Micah at that point. So it never felt like I was alone. But those years can be isolating. I can’t imagine. I’m sure they were so happy to have you there for them.”

“Yeah, well…they’re now attached to Steve and I. Like our own little band of shithead gremlins. But we love them.”

“I can tell you do,” you said, thinking back to when Max had hugged him goodbye and he’d patted her head. Looked up at him like she’d admired him. “They love you too. The way they talk about you is really sweet.”

“Now they’re all grown up,” he said, rubbing at the back of his neck. “Which reminds me…Dustin is getting married in a week and he suggested today that I might ask you to come with me.”

He looked at you out of the corner of his eye. A nervous little bounce in his step. Noticed that he’d dragged a hair along his lip, trying to hide himself from you.

A knowing smile creeped along your lips. “Like…as your date for the afternoon?”

A date — you could do a single, solitary date with a friend.

He glanced down at his feet, exhaling deeply. “Yeah, exactly like that.”

“I’ll have to buy a dress,” you said quickly, putting the poor man out of his misery, “but I’d love to.”

“Okay.” He nodded, grinning softly to himself. “Ah, awesome. Perfect. Can’t wait.”

You continued like that for a while. Simply walking beside one another, talking about anything and everything beneath the stars. Simply basking in the presence of another person as the moon glowed brightly above.

Eventually, when you’d finished your shakes, you both decided to head back to the house, but neither of you seemed keen to separate for the night.

Eddie spoke with you on your bed, your feet in his lap, his hands rubbing at your sore calves, until you started to doze off against your pillow.

Stayed with you until you finally fell asleep.

——

Wayne was on his way out of the house for the afternoon when you whirled around, Eddie’s apron tied around your waist, your sous chef beside you with his hair pulled back. You’d been working together for an hour now, making penne alla vodka that you couldn’t help but lean over and smell the sauce that was currently simmering in a pot. It should be illegal to smell so good, you thought, hip brushing Eddie’s as you moved around him to grab the shredded cheese.

Tonight was the first night of your arrangement. Sleeping beside Eddie in his bed. Platonically. No funny business to be had by any means. Sure — Wayne would be working the night shift and gone for most of the time you’d be sleeping beside Eddie, but you’d cleaned out the guest room to allow for him to sleep in there, making sure the man knew this was his home as well as yours.

Not that you’d had any say; nor could you quite pinpoint the moment when Eddie’s home had become yours too. Found yourself saying things to him in conversation when out and about from time to time, simple remarks of “let’s go home” and “oh, it’s at our place” and even the night you’d walked under the stars with Eddie, back in the car, when you’d said “this isn’t the way home.”

And even so, here you were, hosting at the place you called home with Eddie.

Weird to think how a few weeks had changed everything. Nearly twenty-three weeks along, and living with Eddie for a little over a month now.

“You two went out of your way to do all of this for me?” Wayne mused, chomping at a piece of garlic bread (that didn’t make you run for the toilet this time, luckily enough), seated across from the two of you when you all finally settled down for dinner. “Didn’t have to do that.”

“You’re going into work,” you said, offering him a grin, “we wanted to make sure you were fed.”

“Thanks little lady. Ed.” He took another bite and picked up his fork, nodding his head your way. “How is my grand baby treatin’ you?”

“Pretty much moving all the time now,” you sighed, Eddie pouring you another glass of water when yours emptied. “Eddie will have to show you her room. He did an amazing job with it.”

“I’d love to,” he agreed, clapping his nephew on the shoulder. “And thanks for letting me stay with you two. Sorry to steal your bed.”

“It’s fine, seriously!” you huffed out with an amused snort, pushing your chair back as you finished up your plate, reaching over to grab Eddie’s as well. “Do you want me to put a pot of coffee on?”

“Nah, this here is fine,” Wayne said, polishing off the rest of his plate and adding it to the plates you began running water over. “I’ll grab some when I get to work. You two have a good night now.”

As Wayne slipped out for the night, you raised the dial on the radio Eddie kept in the kitchen. An older Frank Sinatra song was playing, hands buried deep within the sink, when he’d sidled up to you and began drying the dishes you laid into the drying rack.

You hadn’t even asked him to, but it had become a routine of sorts as of late. These little things he’d do, if only to spend a little extra time with you. That foot rub last night as you watched a movie; the lingering hug in the doorway last night before bed; helping you fold laundry on laundry days; the delighted way he’d rubbed the knots out of your shoulder after work simply because he said you deserved it.

You worked in comfortable silence. Each time you finished a dish, you handed it over to Eddie, and he placed them in their proper storage places. It wasn’t long before you’d finished, and the music still played between the two of you, a soft and gentle tune that had you humming to yourself.

Neither spoke as you shut the light after leaving the kitchen. Nor as he offered you the bathroom to change, and you slipped inside the small, dimly lit room with a shaky exhale. Hands rested against your lower back, feet carrying you back and forth along the carpet, eyes catching on your reflection in the mirror.

This was stupid — wasn’t it? He’d seen you fully bare before him before, and he’d enjoyed what he’d seen. And yet, the prospect of slipping into a pair of sleep shorts and a tee shirt had your heart racing. With shaky fingers, you reached down and plucked your sweater up and off your body, pausing at the sight of your form reflected back at you.

He’d liked you before. But you wondered what he thought when he saw you now, every day feeling a little less like yourself, body a home to someone else as of late. Then again, it didn’t matter, you reminded yourself. Just because you’d developed feelings for the metalhead didn’t mean he’d felt the same.

With a deep sigh, you snatched the Corroded Coffin tee you’d plucked from your dresser and pulled it over your head, and then reached down to tug on some pale sleep shorts. Once satisfied, you finished up your normal bedtime routine and slipped back down the hall, knocking on Eddie’s bedroom door for entry.

“Come in,” he called out, and your eyes immediately zeroed in on the bare chest that greeted you near his bedside table.

He was tucking away a pair of his socks into the drawer, head turning over his shoulder, eyes widening at your appearance. You mentally cursed, feeling self conscious.

“What are you wearing?”

“A shirt,” you groaned, rushing over to your designated side of the bed, wanting to get the night over and done with.

“Why do you sound upset?” he asked, dropping down onto the bed behind you, palm coming up to curl around your shoulder, rubbing it soothingly. “What did I say, sweetheart? I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me.”

He grimaced as you shoved a pillow over your head. “You just looked at me funny. I know I don’t look the way I did the night we hooked up —”

“Hey hey hey, breathe.” You groaned into your pillow, the sound muffled by Eddie’s laughter. “I looked at you ‘funny’ because there’s a ridiculously pretty woman wearing a shirt with my band’s name on it, who happens to also now be laying in my bed, okay? And remember what I said that night? You’re out of my league — that’s still true now.” He paused, feeling your shoulders relax a bit at his light hearted, if a little self deprecating, joke. “Come on, Buttercup, look at me for a second, okay?”

You rolled over in the bed, pillow falling with it, and he lowered himself down onto an elbow, running a constant and comforting line across your bicep. “Looking.”

“Just — you’re wearing that,” he repeated, toying with the hem of the shirt to stretch the logo across your chest. “The matter of my attraction to you has never changed, if anything it’s…grown because I don’t think you realize what it does to a man when he looks at the woman carrying his child, and now that same woman is laying in his bed.”

“Oh,” you squeaked out, cheeks heating rapidly. “Okay.”

“Yeah — oh, sweetheart. Wanted to make that clear, so there’s no confusion here.”

He rubbed at the back of his neck, tops of his cheeks flaming red, moving over to his bathroom. Pleasure swooped low in your belly — curled, tumbled and spread it as you caught him adjusting himself in his pants on the way.

——

“Nancy sent in one of my children’s books,” you said, crawling into bed on the second night, tugging the blankets up and over your shoulders. Eddie slid in beside you, head resting on the pillow, hair spilling in a halo around him. “She said it was really good. She thinks I should hear back soon hopefully.”

“It is really good,” he reassured, rubbing your arm comfortingly. “I wish you could see that. I’m so damn proud of you.”

“I don’t know.” You shrugged, shuffling closer to him. “My ex, Paul, kind of — well, he didn’t think writing was something one could turn into a career. Kind of discouraged it, which is why I’d put it on the back burner for a while. It’s hard to think that it could ever turn into anything. Or it was…until I found out I was pregnant. And suddenly everything changed. I want to do the best for her, be the best for her.”

He thumbed along your bicep, offering you a soft smile as you continued, “One of the things I admire about you is how you’re just…unabashedly you. There’s only one Eddie Munson and he’s just who he is and you’re literally watching your dreams come true. It’s made me realize it can happen for me too.”

“First of all, your ex is an idiot for not encouraging your dreams. I hate how society says if it’s art you’re interested in it’s not practical and not valid. Sometimes I wish I could give a giant fuck you to all the teachers who said I wouldn’t amount to anything because I preferred music over school,” Eddie started, those umber eyes catching yours in the lamplight. “But I’m glad you’re trying because I don’t doubt for one second that you have a gift. I believe in you.”

“Can I hug you?”

“Always, Buttercup.” He shuffled even closer, his stomach pressing into yours, dark eyes glinting with vibrancy. “Looks like there’s some di —”

“Do not finish that sentence!” You laughed, shifting until you were comfortable enough, forehead pressing into the curve of his chest, arms looped tight around his waist.

His eyes softened then, lips settling into a firm line. “Look, I know — I know we didn’t plan for this to happen the way it has, but our little girl really has the best mom.”

“You really think so?” He hated the sound of your voice. The lack of confidence behind the tone. Felt his heart cleave down the middle.

“Absolutely. Why…do you doubt that?” Eddie frowned as you tugged him closer, fingers twined in the back of his shirt.

“I…my parents weren’t around much. Always too busy, too worried about other things than quality time spent with me,” you admitted, chewing on your bottom lip. “I’m afraid when she gets here I just won’t know what to do. Won’t know what she needs when she’s crying, or how to change her diaper, or how to tell what she’s thinking. I didn’t have an example of all of that, so what if I’m terrible at it?”

“Can I be honest?” Eddie asked, tipping your chin up with a finger.

“Shoot.”

“I’ve never changed a diaper. Or been around a newborn other than Melody. Even then, I’d kind of waited until she was less fragile to hold her. I’m scared as shit, too,” he said, locking eyes with you. “So we’ll figure it out together, okay?”

“Okay.” You weren’t alone. Despite everything, you weren’t alone. Eddie and you would figure everything out as a team — two people navigating the unknown.

“Also, we can’t change how we grew up. But we can make sure we try harder for Elena to give her the best.”

“I don’t know how you do it,” you said, pressing your fingertips against his sternum, feeling his pulse race beneath. “Always knowing what to say.”

He chuckled, a low, raspy tired sound. “I'm flattered you think that, but I’m just figuring it out too, you know? All I know is I’ll never be the way my dad was to our daughter, and the rest I’m sure will come along with her just being here.”

He paused, glancing down to where the two of you were connected, saying, “You have me.”

“You have me too, Eddie.”

——

Tossing and turning. Eddie felt you tossing and turning all night, annoyed huffs of breath falling from your lips every time you flipped over onto the opposite side to try and get comfortable. He’d realized quickly you never did, though.

“Hey,” he whispered, testing to see if you were presently awake. A displeased groan fell from your parted lips, body flopping back over so your face was mere inches from his on your separate pillow. “Can’t sleep?”

“I’m uncomfortable,” you admitted, mouth turning downward in a sour frown. “It’s not even like I’m not tired. I know I’m tired, but my mind feels all restless. And so is she.”

At that, Eddie pulled back the comforter and lowered his head to your middle, palm spreading over the hill of it. “Hey, behave in there, okay? Your mom is trying to get some sleep.” At your laughter, he shifted back onto his pillow. “Turn over.”

“What?”

“Turn over. I’ll rub your back and we can talk until you fall back asleep,” he said, immediately noticing the curve of your brow in confusion. “My mom used to do that all the time when I’d have nightmares. Figure it’ll work the same.”

“But you need sleep,” you argued, knowing he had taken an extra weekend shift tomorrow at the shop that he needed to be up early for.

“I’ll make an extra cup of coffee in the morning. Right now though, we both need sleep,” he stated plainly, “but I won’t be able to if I know you’re unable to.”

With an exasperated sigh, you rolled back over, hips wiggling very innocently as you got comfortable, and yet in a way that had Eddie swallowing the thick knot in the back of his throat.

The past few days, being so close, sharing a bed — he’d said it would be easy, a simply platonic situation, but he’d felt anything but. Wanted so badly so many times to lean over and kiss you, to see if he nudged that part of your neck he’d discovered on Halloween night you’d make those pretty sounds he’d strum from you over and over again.

But he knew better. Respected your wishes and boundaries. Knew he wouldn’t press the matter unless you decided you wanted to take a leap again. He’d decided it from that moment weeks ago now, where you had suggested the two of you remain friends for the sake of Elena. The ball would remain in your court; forever, if you’d decided that was what you wanted.

With a thick swallow, Eddie raised his fingers up to your trapezius muscles, fingers curling around the breadth of them, thumbs digging into the space below. At the first deep exhale from your lips, he rubbed in circles, watching as your body slowly melted into the blankets further, breathing becoming deeper.

“Eddie?”

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

“What’s your favorite color?” you asked, and his cheek twitched.

It became a game of sorts these few weeks. Various questions intended for getting to know one another. Either him or you would pick a question or a topic and talk. Sometimes for hours a night, simply listening to the other. Eddie could listen to you prattle on for ages — had known as much some weeks ago now.

“Red,” he said, palms sliding down the planes of your back, grin curling upward at the breathy moan that left you. “What about you?”

“I’m not really sure,” you admitted, curling your palm beneath your head. “It kind of changes every day. Lately it’s yellow, but tomorrow it might be cornflower blue.”

“Cornflower blue, huh?” he chuckled, fingers digging into your lower back.

He mentally berated himself when your hips arched backward a bit, nearly falling into the cradle of his lap. Now wasn’t quite the time to get a hard on. It had been bad enough having to slip out of bed before you woke each morning before you realized the effect you had on him — an effect that went far beyond normal morning wood.

“What is one thing you wish you spent more time doing as a child?”

Eddie paused for a moment, chewing at his bottom lip. “I…maybe I’d have taken more pictures with my mom. I’d always been an asshole when she tried, especially when I got older. They always came out so blurry. The few pictures left of her I have are like that.”

Your fingers reached backward to circle his wrist, pausing him in his movements. “I’d like to see them sometime.”

“Definitely,” he promised, resuming his massage. “What about you?”

“Mmm, reading more books, probably. Funny, seeing as I’ve worked in a library setting for a few years now.” Your head turned over your shoulder. Eddie’s breath hitched at the softness behind your eyes. “If you could become a superhero, how would you like it to happen? Like…what’s your origin story. I feel like I’d want to have, I don’t know, realized I was impervious to fire or something. Would be pretty cool.”

“Easy,” Eddie said, mouth tipping into a smirk, “I plug into my amp, get a little electrocuted, get electric powers.”

“A true rock god.” You giggled, and it sounded like wind through the chimes you'd installed on the front porch. A swift punch to his gut, a hand wrapped tight around his heart.

You continued like that for another half hour. His fingers dragging long lines over your back, your eyes closed as you tossed question after question into the open air. Eventually, you began to drift. Body pulled further and further into an oncoming rest, yawns spilling from your gently parted lips.

For a while, you remained silent, and Eddie wondered if you’d fallen asleep. But you flipped over to face him, closer now than you had been before, and curled your palm beside your face. Close enough he could reach over and brush his lips along your every knuckle. Wanted to, he realized.

“If you could change that night. Halloween. Would you?”

He watched the worry as it crossed along your features, the fear over his answer to your question plaguing your mind. The question you’d been building up to with all the lighter ones. Exhaling deeply, he reached over and brushed his fingers along the back of your hand, head shaking slowly.

“No, because I’d have never met you. And with Elena, it’s not what we planned, sure. But…in getting to know you, I care about you so damn much, Buttercup. I like waking up to you humming in front of the coffee pot, waiting for it to finish brewing. Or when you yell at me for tossing something colored into the whites. I like cooking with you in the kitchen and I even like our couch talks when I rub your damn feet.” Your eyes, glittering with unshed tears, flickered up to his face, and he brushed the moisture collecting there from your bottom lash line. “You’re one of the most important people in my life now, I hope you realize.”

“You’re one of the most important people in mine,” you whispered back, lacing your fingers with his. “I think the massage worked, by the way.”

He smiled, watching your eyes start to droop a bit. “Tired?”

“Mhmm,” you hummed, fingers tightening in his.

A long sigh spilled from you, eyes shutting, and he immediately missed the sight of them. The glow of your irises in the dark, uniquely yours, and strikingly beautiful. Gentle fingers lifted to run along your cheek, your breathing starting to even out a bit, becoming deeper with every passing second.

“Can I ask you one more question?” It was spoken quietly, so softly Eddie had almost nodded off himself when you’d finally asked.

“Anytime.”

“Can you hold me?”

Hesitant, you sounded so hesitant, fear of rejection evident in your voice. Another reason why he hated Paul. Because you’d deserved the world and he’d gone and taken advantage of your heart.

“Always,” he reassured, heart racing as you rolled over and shifted backward a bit, his own body coming to rest along your spine. Like this, your backside rested in the cradle of his hips, your head rested along his bicep tucked beneath a pillow, and his arm swooped low around your belly. “Is this good?”

He ached with the warmth of it. With the way you leaned down and nuzzled your head further into his arm, the way your body fitted perfectly against his, how you felt so relaxed and comforted by simply being near him. Beautiful. You were so damn beautiful, like a fucking angel in his arms, and he realized how lucky he was.

“Goodnight, Eddie,” you whispered.

With you in his arms, his hand splayed over where his daughter grew, he realized what he really held in that bed.

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” he whispered back, dropping the softest of kisses to your temple.

His family — not the one he’d been born with, and maybe not the perfected image of one, but family all the same.

He’d never take that for granted.

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please let me know what you think. it quite literally makes my day, as well as other creatives, so just throwing that out there. i also have just loved talking to you all every week. it’s been the best. also, stay tuned for next week, with chapter six titled ‘the date.’ getting closer to the end here. 🩷🥹

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thearcana-junkie · 4 years

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“We Won’t Be Gone Long.”

Summary; Julian drags Asra way for house calls, which normally would be fine if he didn’t have to take a three-day boat ride there. Asra really doesn’t want to leave but Julian insists he has to. While their away you go into labor, as soon as Asra knows he’s racing home with his idiot Doctor friend.

Warnings// the softest touches of Angst. Mostly fluff.

Pairing; Asra X Reader

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Asra whined softly in uncertainty as he looked at his bags by the door, he had about four of them all packed with his belongings. His gaze looked up from the bags to the redhead doctor that was taking them out the door to their carriage (Provided by Nadia), His gaze then turned to you standing in the kitchen tiredly.

This morning before the sun even hit the ocean Julian was knocking on the shop door. You both rose tiredly to answer. Apparently Julian had discussed with Asra about some trip overseas to help some smaller cities, he had agreed partially because he wasn’t paying attention and just wanted Julian to shut up.

Now he was really regretting that decision.

He walked over and grabbed your hands softly. “Are you sure You’ll be okay here... By yourself? For a week.” He asked with a frown. “Of course Asra. The baby isn’t even due for the next two weeks.” You assured softly with a tired smile. “But what if-“

“Assssra!! Stop worrying so much. They said they’ll be fine, then they’ll be fine. Even if the baby does come early— They took on the devil, taking care of a baby by themselves will be easy as cake.” Julian said as he picked up the last of Asra’s bags. Asra looked from him to you and whined pathetically, his hands tightening their grip on yours while he gave you an expression that resembled a kicked puppy. “Julian... Not helping.” You huffed. Julian poked his head back into the shop to say a simple “Sorry” with a grim before popping back out to finish loading.

You let out a sigh as you pulled Asra into a hug, You hugged him tightly, he however hugged lightly— weary of hurting the baby. “Seriously Asra, I don’t understand the problem here.” Julian said sympathetically once he finally came back in. “You don’t— Okay, Remind me why I have to go and why what we’re doing.” Asra huffed as he pulled away from the hug to face the doctor head on. He didn’t look very happy.

“Well, we noticed that some of the smaller cities don’t have any doctors, and often the whole thing with the Devil they desperately need all the help they can get,” Julian spoke as he crossed his arms in a thoughtful manner. “ So we put together all the doctors here and gave them each a city to go to. We all agreed that me; being the amazing professional I am, and you; being the skilled magician you are, would take the biggest of the small cities.”Julian explained. Asra huffed again, “I still don’t understand why I have to go...” He grumbled softly like a child. You just giggled softly at Asra while Julian rolled his eyes.

Julian wrapped a lanky arm around the Magician. “Look here, my Magical friend. Do you know why it takes three days to get there?” Julian hummed. Asra just raised an eyebrow at Julian while lifting his arm off his shoulders, Asra didn’t particularly like being that close to his ex-lover. “Because the city is that far?” Asra said in a curious yet bored tone. Julian began slowly guiding them to the door. “Ppt! No! Because with all the supplies we have onboard the ship is heavier— thus it doesn’t travel as fast.” Julian explained while making hand gestures, Asra just hummed in acknowledgment. “So! This means once we get there if that little one of yours decides it wants to see the sun, we’ll just load up what you and I need and ZOOM!—“ Julian grabbed Asra’s shoulders and quickly spun him around so he was now facing you with his back to Julian. Julian—With his arm extended towards you finished talking; “We’ll be home to greet your new family.”

With that Julian let go of Asra and headed out the door to the carriage. You laughed and shook your head as you walked to your husband. “You heard the Pirate-Doctor. Zoom, and your home.” You smiled as you fixed his scarf. “How is he even allowed to sail? Don’t you have to be in your right mind to be a captain?” Asra asked. You just smiled and kissed his cheek. “I and Faust will be waiting for you.” You hummed.

“Asra!! If you don’t hurry the boa will leave us and we won't be able to go!!” Julian yelled from the carriage. Asra hummed as he mussed over the idea of just staying until the boat left them. “No!” You scolded, “Whaaat?” He laughed. “Go!” You demanded while pointing out the door. “Okay! Okay! I’m going!” He laughed with his arms up in defense while he left the shop. Not of course without giving you a chaste kiss on the lips.

Once the door was closed Faust raised her head up from her place on your shoulder. “Bed?” She asked tiredly. “Yes, Faust, Time for bed.” You yawned as you both headed upstairs.

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They had finally just landed in the city, Asra was a nervous wreck by now. He couldn’t contact you the entier ship ride because he couldn’t find a steady body of water. As soon as he was on land he ran to find the closest still body of water.

“Okay. I guess I’ll just get us a room...?” Julian asked as he watched the white-haired magician runoff from the ship.

Once Asra found a good spot he sat and waited for you, once your face finally appeared in the pool of water he smiled his biggest smile. “That was quick. We’re you waiting for me?” He asked. “Ah. Well, I figured you might try to call me this way so I’ve been hanging out around the fountain a lot waiting for your face to show up.” You admitted softly. “Mmm. The fountain? The one at the palace?” He asked after a moment, during that moment he just replayed what you said on repeat in his head so he’d know to remember your voice. “Yeah! Nadia suggested that I come to stay with her while Portia and Muriel took care of the shop. She said it would probably ease your mind if you knew I wasn’t working and had someone with me.” You explained nonchalantly.

Asra had to admit, The thought of Muriel and Portia in charge of the shop kind of terrified him. Then again, Muriel knew what everything was— and Portia had great people skills so the two kind of worked perfectly for the job.

“Well that’s good. How have you been doing? Nothing abnormal?” Asra asked as he leaned over the edge of the pond. “Hmm... Nope! I feel fine. You however— Look exsauhsted.” You stated, “Yeah sea life isn’t for me...” He mumbled as he scratched the back of his neck. Even through the slightly wavering fountain you could tell he had a light blush paint his tan skin. “Mhm... It’s totally not because you were worrying yourself to death on that boat. Right?” You asked with an unamused expression. “I— Well I couldn’t call you so if something happened I wouldn’t be able to know until I got here And— And if something happened, like if there was a complication or—“ You had to quickly butt in to stop Asra from working himself up over ‘what-ifs’

“Asra! Darling, Look, I’m fine. Now your on land and you can call me. You don’t have to worry I promise!” You smiled at him through the water. Asra looked down in thought, his gaze landed on his ring. He took a deep breath. “Your right. I’m worrying to much.” He agreed. “Yes, yes you are. I hate to see what you do when the baby starts walking.” You laughed softly. He chuckled as well at the thought. Soon your laughs died down, there was a long moment where height one of you spoke. “Darling, do me a favor.” You hummed after a moment of silence, his head jerked up to look at you. “Get some rest, Please? For me?” He begged softly.

Asra hummed, the corner of his mouth turned up ever so slightly into a faint smirk. “Well, You know I can’t refuse when you beg.” He hummed in a sultry voice. You rolled your eyes at his lewd comment. “I love you. Bye!” You acted like you were annoyed but he could tell you found his comment amusing. “Alright Alright. I love you too, my Love. Oh! And kick Lucio for me!” He smiled. “I will I will.” You laughed.

Your face faded from the water. he stayed there though, Just looking at the water just in case your face showed up again. It didn’t. he sighed and stood, he made his way back to the docks. He siliently had cursed himself for not asking Julian where exsactly they where staying.

Much like Asra you linger at the fountain for a moment to see if his face would show up again, when it didn’t you started to get up. The maid who had helped you out the the fountain helped you stand up. “It’s none of my bissinuess but, Why did you tell him you were fine when you’ve been complaining about your stomach hurting all day?” The maid asked softly as she held your arm. “Ah, It’s just heartburn. No need to worry him when I’ve got it under control.” You hummed softly a you walked inside to the palace.

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After having had a restful nights sleep, Asra woke up to an arm draped over him. Asra huffed as he remember what happened. Julian had gotten a room with one bed so they opted to sharing it under the condition Julian stayed on his side, That of course didn’t happen. Julian was a cuddler and Asra knew this, so setting those ground rules were pointless and he knew it from the moment the words left his mouth. Curse Julian’s horridible linguistics.

“Julian...” Asra huffed tiredly, Julian only stirred softly. “Julian.” Asra stated a little louder, Julian just pulled him closer in his sleep driven state. “Julian! Off!!” Asra snapped as he flung Julian heavy arm off him. Julian followed his arm off the bed in a pile of sheets. “Ow!” Julian yelped before sitting up. “Your fault.” Asra said as he stood up, “Someone’s grouchy in the mornings... I dunno how MC stands you in the morning.” Julian yawned as he laid his head on the edge of the bed. “I am NOT a grouchy morning person. Just when I wake up with you laying on top of me like a body pillow.” Asra growled as he grabbed his shoes, “Mmm... No I’m pretty sure you were a grouchy morning person when it was just us.” Julian hummed tiredly. Asra yelling in annoyance before throwing Julians boot at him. “Maybe get a bigger bed next time!” He snapped. Julian yelped and fell back when his boot collided with his head. “Okay! Gods!” Julian yelled back at Asra.

Asa had planned to call you at some point in the morning to ask if you had slept well and possiably blow off steam by telling you about how annoying Julian was. However he didn’t get the chance, Another thing Julian had neglected to mention was that he had The whole day booked with appoinements.

So Julian and Asra spent the good part of the day asking care of patients, it was well past midnight when he was finally able to try to talk to you. He waited by the pond waiting for you. Like the day before it didn’t take long for you to appear. “Hey! Busy day?” You asked, “Yeah, Julians been running be ragged. Hey listen this morning— hey what’s wrong?” Asra jumped to attention when he saw your face twist in pain. “Ah its nothing! Just a tummy ache.” You brushed it off, Asra didn’t look convinced though. Faust peered into the water at Asra and stuck her tough out. “Baby!” She chirped out. Asra looked confused for a moment but all that confusion went out the window when you leaned over out of view in pain. “Friend!?” Faust yelped in worry. There was another voice but by the time it hit Asra’s ears it was distorted like the image in the water. Everything faded out quickly.

Asra jumped to action, he took off in the direction the the hotel where he left Julian.

Julian was laying bed trying his best to sleep when Asra barged into the room yelling frantically about how he shouldn’t have left and how he was right. He went back and forth between worrying, self loathing, and yelling at Julian. “Asra! Will you calm down!! They’ll be fine! Their’s plenty of doctors in Vesuvia. We’ll leave tomorrow.” Julian said as he draped and arm over his face. “No! o theirs not because— if you’ve forgotten— Some IDIOT sent all the doctors away to different cities!!” Asra screamed at Julian who quickly sat up. “Oh... Right..” Julian bit his lip in guilt.

Asra walked over to stand in front of Julian, He grabbed his shirt and forcefully pulled him up to his feet. “If we don’t get there as soon as possiable. I swear to ever god there is I will lock you in the magic realms!” Asra snarled with a glare that could kill. “O-okay! Okay! Get your stuff and we’ll head out now.” Julian stammered with his hand up in defense.

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Asra and Julian were packed and out within an hour, no matter how fast Julian was going Asra insisted that he needed to hurry.

throughout the journey they fought on and off, thanks to the small boat they used (and Julians any prayers to various god) they arrived in Vesuvias Port that morning. Asra got to the palace as quickly as he could.

Honestly when he burst through the doors and ran pasted a very tired Lucio, everyone was surprised he had made it back so fast. When he finally made it to your room (It wasn’t hard to miss from the crowd of maids and friend as well as the baby cries) He pushed through the the crowd and just.... Stopped... and stared at the sight in front of him.

You laid there in a giant bed, Nadia on one side, Portia and Muriel on the other. You looked exsauhsted but you were also beaming with happiness to the point you had tears in your eyes. A little bundle of blankets in your arms that let out little shrieks.

“Aw look it’s got Asra’s eyes!” POrtia chirped happily while she wrapped her arm around Muriels. Muriel smiled very softly as the baby in your arms held his big finger with its tiny hand. “C’mon MC! I wanna hold the baby!!” Portia whined. “Now Portia.” Nadia sighed, “No.. Asra gets to hold them first. Ain’t hat right, Poppa?” You hummed happily as you looked over at Asra.

He didn’t even know he had started to cry. He waltzed over and took Nadia’s place on the bed, You transferee the baby into his arms. He just watched them while they stared at him. The babies eyes flicked from one person to another, its eyes filled with curiosity. By the time its eyes landed back on Asra, Julian had finally made it into the room.

“See! I told you not to worry, We’d be back in time.” Julian smiled triumphiently. “Julian...” Asra hummed. “yeah?” Julian asked. “I’m never going along with one of your ideas again.” Asra chuckled as he wiped his eyes while handing the baby back to you. Julian opened his mouth to opbject but closed it siliently. He opened it again; “Yeah, no, that’s fair.” he smiled.

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katherinewilliams221b · 4 years

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A Very Walsh Christmas

Part 3/3

Summary: Charlie and Kate spend the day before Christmas at Kate’s grandfather’s house. Set in 1995 but I apologise if there’s some inaccuracies (Don’t think so but…)

Pairing: Charlie Weasley x ofc

You technically could read this as a one shot but you maybe miss out some things.

[Part 1] - [Part 2]

The day after the evening with the Walsh family, I woke up with a pleasant feeling in my body; the dim light coming in through the window, the warmth of the sheets and a sleeping Kate next to me made the world peaceful for a moment.

I did not recognise the room immediately, it took me several blinks to adjust my memories.

I stared at the ceiling for a while, concentrating on my breathing, and I smiled to myself remembering the Muggle story my father used to read to us. Or was it a song?

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

Not quite, I thought. The door was closed, but I have no qualms about boasting that my hearing was good enough to hear some faint music.

I got up very carefully, trying not to wake her up, although I started to shake so violently that I was afraid that the chattering of my teeth would ruin everything.

I immediately put on the jumper I had brought with me, and for the moment it was enough.

I heard a sound of sheets and turned to see Kate looking for me with one hand in her dreams. I couldn’t help smiling, and selfishly thought of coming closer and having her find me, but the day ahead would require at least one more hour of sleep for her.

I realised too late that I left the room in my pyjamas and contemplated my options; Kate’s parents had already left, and they were the ones who worried me the most, so without further thought I followed the Christmas music downstairs.

The dining room table had plates and spoons, it was almost ready for breakfast and only with that detail I understood Bernard’s need to keep us in his house as long as possible. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to go to Grimmauld Place.

A piano version of Gloria In Excelsis Deo came out of a record player in the dining room. I wondered why Mr Walsh hadn’t turned on the machine with the smaller discs, since he seemed so happy with it, so much so he convinced Kate to buy one. I didn’t think it was a bad idea, but we wouldn’t get anything from the Weird Sisters in a Muggle shop.

I found Bernard serving tea in a single cup. Although the slippers I was wearing were very quiet, he turned to see who was entering the kitchen.

“Merry Christmas, Charlie.” He commented with a small smile and continued to serve tea, “Katie told me you were an early bird.”

“Good morning, and Merry Christmas to you too. What time is it?” I sighed with relief when I saw the striped pyjamas he was wearing.

“It’ll be seven in a while. You can sleep a little longer if you like, Cornelia and her husband are still asleep...”

“Oh, no, I like this time of the day. Everything is silent, and the world seems to be in its place.” I laughed, “That’s what Kate says, but at three in the morning.” Bernard huffed a laugh and gave me a tray with glasses to take to the table.

“I’m with you on this. Things have to be done when there’s light. Tea?”

“Yes, please.”

Together we sat at the table while the song changed to a slow version of Oh Christmas Tree.

“How do you celebrate Christmas at home, son?”

Every Christmas at home went through my mind like a movie, all different and special in its own way.

“Well, they got more complicated with each new sibling.” We both laughed, and the complicity in his eyes for understanding me reached my heart. “There’s always a big banquet, Mom cooks for a battalion... but between you and me: there’s never much food left.”

He smiled, but I saw something strange in his eyes. He looked down, but I decided not to ask questions about it, I was afraid to remove delicate feelings. “This is the first year I’ve seen them at Christmas since I left for Romania,” I continued, but he interrupted me.

“Don’t tell me that! That can’t be, no.” He raised an accusing finger and pointed it at me to scold me like when Mum did it when I was a child. “Let me tell you something: some people don’t like Christmas. They don’t want to give presents, or have to prepare food, or see those pesky cousins,” he put his hand on my wrist and with a calmer tone he continued, “but the family, the family, Charlie, has to be taken care of and the perfect excuse is this season.”

He tapped my hand and nodded sharply, ending his speech. I sighed, knowing that he was right, but a dark part of me had enjoyed the holidays on my own in the reserve tent and the first Christmas alone with Kate.

I adored my family, of course, but I could not deny that particular and inexplicable fullness of those years.

“After this year, who knows if we will be able to get together again.” I took the cup to my mouth, the liquid comforted my throat but not so much that the words kept coming out.

“I know something is happening. The atmosphere in the chess club has changed, there are men working in the ministry, you know? And last night...”

I looked up, but I bit my tongue. It would be better if Kate explained everything when we got to Grimmauld Place.

“It’s a bit long to explain. When we’re in a safe place, you’ll know everything.”

Or not. In saying this, it occurred to me that perhaps Kate would not want to involve her grandfather in what the Order and Dumbledore were up to, yet she agreed when I proposed that he accompany us to Sirius’ house.

The record had stopped spinning as we spoke, allowing us to hear voices coming down the stairs. Kate’s uncle, Secondo, and her aunt, Cornelia, joined us in the dining room.

“Dad! Merry Christmas!” Cornelia threw herself into Bernard’s arms and he caught her in a warm embrace. I couldn’t wait to hug my father like that.

“Merry Christmas, A stóirín.” He chuckled, “I’ll start preparing breakfast.”

Cornelia wished me a Merry Christmas with a kiss on the cheek and went to the kitchen with Bernard. Secondo patted my shoulder and went after them.

“We’ll prepare everything and I’m sure Kate won’t be able to resist the smell of coffee.” Bernard announced.

Together we started to take out cups and plates, we went around carrying tea, biscuits, coffee cups, milk, toast... at some point Bernard turned the record around, playing The Holly and The Ivy. The domesticity of the moment relaxed me, and although I had been with Kate for many years, it was only at that moment that I began to be part of the family.

It was a strange situation, no doubt, that made me contemplate how Kate put down roots in our home, how mum and dad and all my brothers adopted her immediately, long before we became a couple and, I dare say, before we became friends. Bill had been the first to meet her and obviously spoke of her with great esteem and admiration, despite the fact that we were only children. Mum already adored her and had never even seen her.

I understood at that moment, with a jar of jam in my hand and with some slippers on that were not mine, that this was what she had lacked during her life and that she found behind the doors of the Burrow.

I prayed to some Muggle god I didn’t believe in so she could make up for lost time with her grandfather.

With the first notes of Sans Day Carol, Kate appeared through the kitchen door dishevelled and with her eyes almost closed, but with a big smile that made me breathe deeply.

Congratulations and hugs began immediately, followed by frantic and chaotic conversations of which I could only discern a few words. I didn’t mind staying out of the family moment, I just enjoyed watching Kate trying to act like a human being before breakfast.

When she came to me, I couldn’t resist planting a kiss in the square on her mouth; she accepted it in surprise and a laugh escaped on the way. She asked me with an eyebrow, but I only shook my head.

“Don’t move.” She listened to me (have someone write down the date on the calendar), and when she saw a finger approaching her face, she closed her eyes.

I carefully pulled out the sleepy dust that was stuck to her tear duct and she smiled at me in gratitude. I left her free, and she trotted to the table to proceed with her breakfast.

“We must leave in a while,” announced Cornelia, “Secondo’s parents are waiting for us.”

“Of course, of course...” agreed Bernard, but I noticed the sadness in his words. Home For The Holidays just added more melancholy to the moment, and I looked at the record player as if the object could understand what I was asking for.

It made a strange noise that startled me; I hadn’t done that. Do You Hear What I Hear replaced the previous tune. I looked at Kate, who already had her eyes on me, and she blinked very slowly behind the cup she had taken to her mouth.

Although I already knew this, every time something like this happened I was overcome with a deep admiration for being able to speak without words. I agreed with Ginny internally, for being the first to point it out.

If anyone at the table observed the exchange, no one made any comments about it.

After Kate’s aunt and uncle left, she, Bernard and I were left alone in the house.

“Is there anything you’d like to do today, Grandpa?” Kate asked after drying the last of the dishes.

Bernard took the pick out of the record player and turned his back on us while he put the vinyl away.

“I have some errands...”

“All right, we’ll go with you...”

“No, no, why don’t you go directly to that mysterious place of yours and I will join you later?”

“You don’t even know where it is, Grandpa.”

He remained sullen as he brushed the crumbs off the tablecloth with a kind of brush that I had never seen before.

“Do you want to go and see Grandma?” Kate suggested.

“Yes, but it’s unnecessary to go all together, really, it’s something very quick that...”

“I feel like it too.” She interrupted before addressing me, “Charlie, could you take our things to the house? I’ll accompany my grandfather to the cemetery.”

I nodded, this would give me time to explain to Mom that we would have one more guest.

“I’ll stop by the hospital first.”

“Really, you don’t have to do this.”

“But I want to!” She gave him a half hug, and a shy smile appeared under his moustache.

“It’s decided. See you in Gr...” Kate’s withering gaze silenced me and I raised my hands to declare my innocence.

“Let’s get our stuff together.”

From the cupboard under the stairs we took out the bags we had brought for my family. I was a little embarrassed to have gifts as simple as socks or candy, but it was what I could afford to have gifts for everyone.

“And if I’m not there, whose arm are you going to hold on to when you get dizzy from apparating?” I teased her when I handed her her coat.

“Very funny, my knight errant, but I can manage on my own.” The huff of false indignation blew a little curl from her forehead that had fallen when she bent over, and I had to laugh at her attitude.

“Remember that St Mungo’s is crowded at Christmas. If they make you wait too long to see your father, find Madame Louise and tell her I sent you.”

I nodded, memorising the name, and after checking the cupboard, we left all the things by the door and went upstairs to get dressed.

Either someone had lied to me or my father had vanished because no one knew where to find him.

With a thousand bags in each hand, I left St Mungo’s and walked into an alley.

It had taken us quite a while to leave the Walsh house, so I showed up at Grimmauld Place, hoping that Mum had taken him out of the hospital.

Pulling out my wand was quite a feat and opening the door was even more difficult, but in the end I managed to get in.

The painting of Sirius’ mother almost tore my ears with its rales and I had to throw away all the things I had in my hand to be able to cover the bloody woman with a bed sheet.

“But what is this scandal? Fred, George! What are you doing? Charlie, darling...” Mum appeared wiping her hands on her apron and when she saw me she rushed to receive me with open arms. “Oh, but what joy you have given me, son. But where is Kate, I thought she would come?”

“She’s with her grandfather now, she’ll come later.”

“Well, she’ll have a plate of food when she comes...” With a grip stronger than one would expect for a woman of her size, she dragged me through the corridor.

“I’ve invited her grandfather, Bernard, to join us, is that okay?”

“But of course, darling! I’m delighted to meet someone from her family. That girl is so reserved... Ginny, love, look who I’ve found!”

“Mom, there’s something I wanted to ask you...” As if a cannonball had hit me, my sister threw herself at me with all the strength she had.

“Charlie! I thought you weren’t coming!”

I caught her in the air and anchored her so she wouldn’t fall. At that moment I heard a couple of ‘pop’ sounds behind my back and two identical redheads surrounded me.

“Oh! The favourite brother has arrived!”

“It’s actually Bill, but since he’s not here, we’ll settle for you.” Fred and George hung on to my arms and my knees almost dropped me.

“Thanks a lot, boys, I love you too.”

“Let my poor boy breathe, we have no spare.” I blew Ginny’s hair out of my face as best I could, and over her shoulder I saw Dad leaning against the door. My heart turned over when I saw him in that state, but the relief I felt was greater than the fear of what almost happened to him.

I tried hard not to think about it, and after kissing Ginny on the forehead, I took her off my torso so I could say hello to him.

I tried not to press too hard on the hug, and I noticed that he was grateful. I felt a few taps on my shoulder and found Ron waiting to greet me.

I didn’t hold back from him; in this case, I held him as long as I could until he felt embarrassed or suffocated, whichever came first.

It was the embarrassment, of course, but I couldn’t care less.

I saw Sirius Black sitting in the kitchen and went over to squeeze his hand cordially and wish him a merry Christmas. He turned out to be a nice bloke, against all odds, and I made a mental note to thank him for what he was doing for the Order.

Ron’s friend, Hermione, came to the door and greeted me after whispering something in his ear. I returned the greeting and saw them marching up the stairs.

“They’re going to be with Harry, the poor angel’s having a hard time lately.” Mum explained. “He hardly says a word.”

Dad sat down on one of the chairs around the table and I put a hand on his shoulder. He patted it before drinking from his cup.

“Isn’t Kate with you?” I was surprised that it was Sirius who asked, but I shook my head with a question in my eyes. “Dumbledore has asked me to deliver a letter to her.”

“Hey, Charles, did you bring us any presents?” George asked.

“Oh, don’t be like that.” Mum said. I just laughed and pointed to the front door where I had thrown all the bags. They both stampeded out in that direction.

“I’ll take the one I like best!” announced Fred. My father and I laughed, and I sat down next to him for a chat.

Kate and Bernard didn’t show up until long after the meal. I looked for something in their expression that would tell me what had taken them so long, but I saved the questions for another time.

“Have you eaten anything?” I asked her as I hung up her coat.

“Yes, I’m sorry. We talked a lot and walked around. We ate in the street. And your father?”

“He’s here! They brought him from the hospital this morning.” I could not contain my enthusiasm when I revealed that the family was almost complete. I was saddened by the situation with Percy I felt like giving him a hug too.

“Another thing: Sirius has something from Dumbledore for you.” The surprise on her face was understandable.

“Do you have any idea what it is?”

“A letter. I don’t know more.”

Bernard came up to us and I reached out my hand for his scarf and hat.

“I think we need to make introductions, don’t you?”

“Yes, come on, my mother is looking forward to meeting you.”

My parents were delighted with Bernard Walsh, and George and Fred soon became friends with him; Kate’s grandfather matched the mischief of the twins and quickly made his way into the family.

When he was in good company, I left the kitchen to look for Kate, but I ran into Ginny in the hallway.

“You should talk to her, she seems worried.” She pointed to the stairs and went into the kitchen with the rest.

Upstairs I found Ron and Hermione on the landing, knocking on one of the doors where Harry Potter was probably hiding.

To my right, I saw part of Kate’s green dress on the other side of an ajar door. I met her and closed the door behind me.

“Read this.” She handed me a scroll, and I recognised Professor Dumbledore’s fancy calligraphy. I scanned the document and raised my eyebrows.

“Durmstrang?”

Kate mouthed a ‘yup’ and sat on a purple divan next to a really ugly lamp.

“A mission of the Order in a school. Can you believe it?”

I read the letter again, frantically searching for the date of departure, and I felt like collapsing when I saw that it was sooner than I would have liked.

“In less than two weeks! For how long?” She looked at her hands, afraid to tell me. I read the paper again and at the end of it all was the unfortunate word: ‘indefinitely’.

“You’d better get that thing sorted out as quickly as possible.” That was the only thing I could think of to say.

I sat down next to her and put a hand on her knee. She covered it with hers immediately and put the other hand around my arm, leaving me anchored to her leg.

We stayed like this for a while in silence until I suddenly stood up and extended my hand to her.

“Come on. Now is not the time.” She agreed, and we followed the voices, not to the kitchen but to a small living room.

Everyone was crowded around a table where two people were sitting. We approached Hermione, who was watching cross-armed from the door.

“What’s going on?”

“Well, Harry doesn’t want to talk to anyone.” She commented, raising her shoulder.

“I meant, what’s going on here?”

“Ron has decided to play chess with your grandfather, Kate.”

Her eyes widened, and she let go of my hand to join the group. I followed happily because something had managed to distract us.

Bernard and Ron looked at the board in silence, each one concentrating on their own strategy. I must admit that I’m not a bad player, but until now I didn’t know anyone who had beaten Ron, Harry perhaps.

However, Kate had told me that her grandfather was a fierce and ruthless player so I would not have bet my galleons on Ron.

My brother shook his head and toppled his queen, declaring his defeat.

“You beat me in three.” He stated.

Bernard smiled, and his eyes shone behind his glasses. He extended his hand to Ron, and he shook it, sealing the game. Bernard raised his index finger before moving one of my brother’s pawns to another square.

“Can’t you see? You could have blocked the knight.”

Ron put his hand to his head and let out a shy laugh before nodding.

“You’ve got talent, kid. You play better than some lads from the Club.”

“Oh, this was wonderful!” exclaimed Mom. “I didn’t understand a thing.”

“Another one?” Ron proposed and Bernard nodded. With a twist of the hand, the pieces flew across the board to opposite sides. Now Ron would play with white.

I left Kate and the others in the room watching the game, except for Dad, who came out into the hall with me.

“We forgot! We have presents for you too!” I hugged him by the shoulders and we went into the kitchen. “Somebody’s going to have to explain to that nice gentleman why we’re here.” He whispered.

“Kate may have already done that. Now let’s enjoy what’s left of Christmas and that you’re here with us.”

“Son, I couldn’t agree more.”

A/N It wasnt very christmas-y but it felt right writing all of that.

#charlie weasley #charlie weasley x mc #charlie weasley fanfiction #charlie weasley x ofc #charlie weasley x jacob's sibling #kate williams #order of the phoenix #harry potter #hphm

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runrunruno · 4 years

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Title: Black lingerie

Fandom: Danganronpa (V3)

Characters: Kaito Momota/Maki Harukawa

Warning: Smut.

Maki held both garments in her hands, not at all convinced. She just got out of the shower and while she was looking in her drawer for any panties to wear that sunday morning, she came across a package that she had hidden there months ago.

She remembered that Kaede had suggested going shopping that day, just like she had encouraged her to try on that extravagant set of black lingerie. It certainly suited her, but she had only agreed to do it to please her friend. However, when Akamatsu offered to buy it – warning her that she would not take no for an answer – she could do no more than accept her fate and try to hide it from Kaito's prying eyes.

She sighed and rewrapped the garment. Her husband was about to come home from the store with lunch, so she didn't have much time to think about nonsense. She thought for a moment. Her doubtful eyes returned to the package and, surrendering to the guilt that the memory of her friend provoked in her, she dropped the towel to the floor.

The set was small and did not leave much to the imagination. Two harnesses around her waist ensured that the tiny panties stayed static in place and putting them on correctly had been as complicated as it sounded.

Once she checked that everything was in place, she turned and looked at herself in the mirror. She, again, had to admit that it fitted her very well. She stroked her hair, overwhelmed by the security the garment afforded her, despite exposing the numerous scars that ran through her body. She pouted and shook her head, trying to push the negative memories out of her mind. She was fine, she was safe, she was with Kaito.

It was at that moment, as the image of the man with the lavender gaze crossed her thoughts, that she became aware of the noise coming from the stairs. She turned around, desperately searching for a piece of clothing to cover her near-nudity, but it was too late: the doorknob turned slowly and the man with whom she had decided to spend the rest of her life entered, oblivious.

“Maki Roll, I bought the tampons you asked for-...”

She watched as he suddenly fell silent, as he involuntarily dropped the bag he was holding to the floor, while he stared at her absolutely stunned. Maki was not able to identify any kind of emotion in the eyes of the man she loved. She swallowed hard and tried to cover herself with her hands, embarrassed.

“Don't look, you idiot!” She shouted, picking up the towel that laid on the floor, “do you want to die?”

He arched a brow and parted his mouth. She could see his troubled look and how, in vain, he tried to find the right words for the situation. She knew him like the back of her hand and he was, without a doubt, a great idiot.

However, what was not expected was that after a couple of seconds a malicious smile took over Momota's face. Now it was she who raised her eyebrows, trying to understand what was wrong with him. She glanced back at the mirror next to her and turned back to her husband, who was involuntarily licking his lower lip. That sight made her shudder, made her realize the situation she was in.

And she had to admit that she was not bothered by it at all.

“Why are you wearing that?” He said, taking off his glasses and placing them on a nearby table “you can't do this to me, Maki Roll”.

Okay. Two could play that game. She gave him a smile as she dropped the towel at her feet again. She laughed, feeling comfortable in her own skin, in the lascivious gaze that her husband gave her. The one he wasn't trying to hide. The one that was just for her.

"That looks fucking good on you, Maki Roll," he said, approaching her. A chill ran down her spine “Where did you have it hidden?”

She could feel the heat emanating from Momota's body, as well as the tension taking over the environment. It was clear that Akamatsu's intention in offering her such a garment was to unfold events like this.

"Akamatsu gave it to me," Maki replied, forcing her usual serious and cold tone.

“Akamatsu?”

As Kaito spoke, he grew closer to her. She backed away.

“Yes.”

She moaned when she felt the edge of the bed crash against her legs. Without anticipating it, the young man's hands were pushing her against the mattress, leaving her lying down, absolutely exposed.

“Looks like I'll have to thank Akamatsu then.”

Harukawa felt the weight of her husband on her. They exchanged challenging, desire-filled glances as Momota licked his lips one last time before engulfing the girl in a deep kiss. She opened her mouth and introduced her tongue, transforming their kiss into a desperate fight for control. He would win, anyway; she knew it, because she was the one who allowed it.

Kaito kept kissing her, going over every place inside her mouth that he could. He bit her bottom lip, causing a moan to escape Maki's lips. His lips descended to her jaw, where he left soft kisses as he slowly caressed her body. Finding himself satisfied, he allowed himself to descend even lower until he reached her neck. She raised her head, allowing him better access, eager to receive his attentions.

He buried his face in the space on her neck, licking slowly and leaving soft bites on the extension of it. He paused for a moment to suck on Maki's sore spot, the one that drove her crazy, and rejoiced himself at the girl's trembling reaction. He continued his task until her skin began to darken under his kiss.

He pulled away from her grasp for a moment, trying to catch his breath. Harukawa could see his pupils dilate, as his cock hardened against her stomach. If they hadn't had a good season having that kind of sex — dirty and rough — she'd think he was about to lose control.

“Good. I think that's enough for today,” he said, getting up from the bed and adjusting his pants.

“H-hey!”

He looked at her with a raised eyebrow. She was lying on the bed, totally red and unused. The fabric of her lingerie, despite being of a rather dark tone, allowed to perfectly show the stain that adorned her panties.

“What?” he inquired, looking at her from above. Their height difference was evident as she lay helplessly on the bed.

"Finish your work," she ordered, clearly angry.

“Hey, hey. I’m in charge here, Maki Roll.”

A chill ran through her entire body, her crotch immediately reacting to Kaito's provocative words. She shifted uncomfortably on the bed, trying to entice him to continue his attentions. She was a brat and she always got what she wanted. She knew that when they were in bed he preferred to take on a more dominant and possessive role, something that totally contradicted his natural idiot personality.

She stirred again, feeling desperate, and she looked at the purple-haired one with a countenance intoxicated by her plea.

“But look how cute I made myself for you”.

And that was a lie, but he didn't have to know. From her position, she could see how his dick trembled back into his sweatpants. It was obvious that he was dominated by lust and craving, but he stood there trying to appear strong just to annoy Maki.

After a few seconds of meditation, he flashed one of his typical innocent, silly smiles and shrugged.

“Fuck it. Come here.”

She opened her arms to receive him, trying to hide - in vain - the smile that crept across her face. Kaito positioned himself over her and directed his hand to her crotch, caressing the texture of the lace fabric that adorned her panties. She knew he could perfectly feel her wetness and she grunted, finding herself desperate for the man's caresses. He kissed her again, leaving a trail of kisses from her jaw to her neck. He lowered himself a little further and closed his mouth around her bra-covered nipple, gently massaging the button onto the fabric.

"Fuck," Maki moaned.

"Indeed," he replied, turning to look at her from the position he was in, "Fuck. I think I'll leave this as is.”

Maki raised an eyebrow, but she didn't ask any more questions about it; she couldn't risk saying something that would stop him from the way his mouth was traveling on her abdomen. He looked at her again when he reached the elastic of her panties, looking for an authorization that he knew he already had. She just nodded, resting her head on the bed, and staring at the ceiling, trying to prepare her mind for what was to come. She felt Kaito's tongue slip through the lace of the garment and whimpered, clinging to the sheets. As soon as he put off her panties, she knew that there was no turning back.

However, the sensation of intoxicating pleasure did not come.

“What are you doing?” she asked, holding her weight on her elbows and lifting her head in his direction. He was silent, calmly observing the intimacy of his wife.

“Nothing,” he said, running a finger over the wet skin of her vagina “you know what would be very hot?”

Uh. She already knew in which direction this conversation was heading. She let out a long breath and fell back on the bed.

“Do you want me to sit on your face?”

“I want you to sit on my face.”

Momota leaned back on the bed, winking at her and pointing at his face. Maki snorted, trying to hide how excited she was by the idea, and she rose from her position. Feeling only slightly uncomfortable from her exposing, she rested her pussy carefully in the boy's mouth. Kaito's tongue slowly ran her skin, beginning a circular and enveloping motion around her clitoris.

“Shit, Kaito. Like that.”

He let out an affirmative moan, sucking and licking the bud. He felt the girl above him trembling, shaking her hips unconsciously back and forth. He smiled to himself, content with the sensations he managed to provoke in her. He thrusted his tongue deep into her intimacy, traveling every place his nimble mouth would allow. She stifled a groan as she felt her orgasm begin to form in her lower belly.

Maki was anything but vocal, that was a role entrusted to Kaito. However, she was there rubbing herself desperately against the lips of her partner, letting out moans every time she felt his tongue touch that sensitive spot that made her go crazy, sighing when a certain spank landed on her butt. Unable to silence the sensations and looking for something to hold onto, she pulled the boy's hair and screamed, being engulfed by the waves of pleasure that her orgasm mattered. She kept enjoying her high as Momota licked her battered clit one last time.

Once she descended from her orgasm and managed to regain her breathing, Kaito lifted her from his face and placed her on the bed again. He licked his lips, savoring the traces of her coming and placed a soft kiss on the girl's forehead.

“I told ya’ that you’d feel great, Maki Roll.”

She just closed her legs and pouted. Kaito got up from the bed and started taking off his clothes. He started with his slippers, then his shirt, and finally his sweatpants. The star boxers weren't a surprise at all, but there was something Maki would simply never tolerate in their sex life.

“Take off your damn socks, Kaito.”

“Huh? But they match my boxers!”

She rolled her eyes.

“Make up your mind, me or the socks. You can't have us both in bed.”

He snorted and reluctantly agreed. Okay, he was dominant and possessive, but it was impossible to say no to Maki, especially when she was acting like a spoiled child. He sat on the edge of the bed and removed his socks, showing them to her and tossing them on the floor. She nodded satisfied in response.

“Do you want me to suck you off?” she asked, kneeling on the bed. He nodded with a wink.

Maki approached him, careful. Kaito had leaned against the head of the bed, his hands behind his head, looking at her with a haughty smile. She sighed, trying to ignore his obvious display of control over the situation, and lowered his boxers just enough for his cock to be exposed. She ran her fingers down the length and gave him a couple of strokes, closely watching the boy's reactions. He didn't flinch, he kept his gaze serene on her actions.

She finally decided to put it in her mouth, concentrating on tracing the tip with her tongue. She descended a little more, trying to wrap him as much as she could, looking for a rhythm that would get a couple of moans out of Kaito. The back-and-forth movement of her head became more and more frantic, her tongue ran as far as it could, and even though her husband had a considerable size, her mouth managed to swallow him almost completely. She was so stubborn in her work that she did not notice the moment when he began to gently stroke her hair. She looked up, only to meet Momota's rapt countenance.

“That’s so good, Maki Roll”.

His words played havoc with her, as always; she tried to avoid thinking about the pain that lodged again in her crotch because of her arousal. After a few moments, and being aware that Momota's climax was probably approaching, she stopped her cadence and looked at him, outlining a small smile.

“Is that okay?” she asked, making evident her hunger for what was to follow.

He laughed and gently stroked her head again.

“I see that someone is more anxious than usual.”

She pouted. Kaito smiled at her, patting the place next to his on their bed.

“Come here.”

He spread his arms and she, rolling her eyes, relented. She smiled, climbing over him and gladly accepting the kiss he offered her. It was slow, calm. Their mouths danced a quiet dance, they had all the time in the world to love each other like that. He scooped up a lock of her hair and tucked it behind her ear, taking advantage of the angle to hold the nape of her neck and deepen their kiss.

Kaito broke the contact a few seconds later, taking his time to scan every inch of her face with his gaze. Somewhat overwhelmed, Maki tried to hide behind her hands, which were carefully removed by the boy.

“You are beautiful, Maki Roll,” he said, “but you already know that.”

Maki shrugged into his embrace. He walked over to her to steal one last kiss.

“Do you want to continue, Maki Roll?” he asked with a wide smile on his face “we can stop if you want.”

She shook her head, reaching over to give him a brief kiss on his neck. Momota positioned himself over her, lining up at her entrance. He stroked her pussy with his cock, gently rubbing her clit. Maki gasped and before he could get inside her, she stopped him with her hand.

“Something’s wrong? Seriously, if you don't want, we can stop, Maki.”

She sighed, feeling her cheeks warmer than normal. She was trying, in vain, to find the right words to say what she truly wanted.

"It's okay," she admitted, stirring, "but, uh… I'd like to try something else."

“Huh? You mean anal?” he asked tilting his head, not understanding, “I dunno if we have any lubricant left though...”

“No, idiot!” she exclaimed, hiding her face under her hands, “I meant doggy-style, stupid”.

“Oh, that makes more sense.”

Harukawa snorted. Momota was a huge idiot. She moved away a little to position herself, turning her back on the boy. She lifted her ass, feeling the adrenaline rush and the excitement of anticipation completely intoxicating her. One of Kaito's hands caressed her butt, while the other lowered to her hips for grip.

He carefully entered her, watching his member disappear into her and feeling the lips of her vagina envelop him completely. Momota groaned, overwhelmed by the sensation of heat in his crotch. He stood still for a few moments, giving Maki time to get used to the intrusion inside her.

“You can move now,” and that was music to his ears.

He began a slow sway, bumping his hips against her rear. They always started like this, with a calm rhythm that ended up leading to a complete lack of control. He could be gentle, he sure could, but he liked the sounds that came out of Harukawa's mouth much more when he was rough. He reached up with the hand that was on her butt and spanked it, rejoicing in the gasp of pleasure the girl let out. Involuntarily her hips began to move in time with his thrust, deepening the friction.

Maki whimpered, burying her face on the bed. Kaito thrusted into her quickly, deeply, savoring every moment inside her. He gasped as he found a position that let him go even deeper, allowing himself to enjoy how her vagina tightened on his cock.

"Maki, you're too tight," he sighed, throwing his head back. He hit the girl's butt again, causing her to scream.

“Fuck, Kaito.”

Harukawa was ecstatic. She shook her head from side to side, clinging to the sheets, trying to maintain the sanity that Momota snatched from her with each thrust. His grip on her hip was so strong that she knew he would leave marks on her, and that turned her on even more. Her hips moved involuntarily against the cock of her partner, trying to keep up with the rhythm that was driving her crazy. She moaned when she felt Kaito grab her hair.

"Touch yourself, Maki Roll," he said, without stopping his movements for a moment, "now."

She let out another groan, just by the implication of the order her husband had given her. She lowered one of her hands to her crotch, caressing her swollen clit. If she continued like this, she felt she might explode. The only thing that kept her on Earth was the strong grip that Momota had on her hips and her hair.

“Kaito, I'm going to cum,” she warned. She couldn't even keep her eyes open anymore.

"Look at me," he ordered, pulling her hair harder. She exhaled heavily, turning her head as far as she could and looking with her narrowed eyes at the deep irises of the young man, “you like it, right? You want to cum, don't you?”

She nodded. She couldn't take it anymore. She couldn't even speak a word. Kaito was the same, even if he wanted to tease her, he couldn’t do it; he was too close himself. Feeling her orgasm consume her completely, Harukawa let out a cry and fell onto bed. Momota, suffering the ravages of the girl's coming, came inside her, releasing his hot seed. He continued with his movements, making his cadence more and more calm to accompany her in her coming. He withdrew from inside her and they both sighed.

Momota's body fell, exhausted, next to Maki. He snuggled into her side, wrapping her in a tight hug, gently stroking her back. He filled her with kisses on her temple, on her cheeks, on her lips. He ran his fingers over the marks he had left on her neck, on her collarbone.

"It seems I overdid myself a bit today," he said, scratching the back of his neck in shame.

“Looks like it” she answered, releasing an imperceptible laugh.

They stayed like that, hugging each other for a while. Just enjoying them, their company, the loving caresses they shared after sessions like that. It was Kaito who got up first, going to the floor to pick up the woman's panties and hand them over to her. Then, he began to dress himself.

"Seriously, if you don't thank Akamatsu I'll do it," he warned, "and that's going to be very weird and awkward."

Maki smiled, seeing how he finished pulling up his sweatpants. He returned her smile, approaching her again and placing a kiss on her forehead.

“I'm going to make lunch, okay? I'll let you know when it’s ready,” he said, “Take a rest, Maki Roll.”

She nodded, watching him leave the room. Momota was right, she would probably need a good rest after what they had done. And thanking Akamatsu for the risqué gift didn't seem like a bad idea after all.

#danganronpa #dr #drv3 #momoharu #kaimaki #harukaito #fanfic #smut #mw #yeah this sucks but im gonna post it here anyway lmfao

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spicysoftsweet · 4 years

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A Very Important Episode starring Hisoka

Or the one where Hisoka learns Bungee Gum is not a food group.

A/N: We all know that Hisoka likes candy and Bungee Gum but we would like to encourage Hisoka to make healthier choices and prevent diabetes complications. There will possibly be a part 2. I hope this is educational.

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This time Hisoka had actually done it. He’d actually managed to fuck up his entire body beyond what he could repair with Bungee Gum or Machi’s services - which she was charging higher and higher for - and now he was somewhere almost unthinkable - an emergency room.

“Illumi~~~~” he half-sang, half-whined now that he was finally lucid, after undergoing an exploratory laparotomy to stabilize his profuse internal bleeding - the surgeons had been in awe of just how much of his body had been purely synthetic due to Texture Surprise exclaiming that he’d be an incredible case to write up - and being amped up full of pain meds. He probably didn’t need the pain meds, but it was fun to go in and out of consciousness; he couldn’t remember the last time he had an actual night of sleep.

His unwilling friend sat at the side of his hospital bed, legs crossed and focusing his jarringly large, black eyes at the fluid and blood that was being transfused into him by IV drip. A small part of him was surprised that Hisoka could be transfused with regular looking blood and regular looking fluid. He was almost sure that he was made up purely of nonsense and Bungee Gum.

“Illumi~” Hisoka moaned dramatically a second time. His gaze slid now to him, with lips pressed into a flat line of distaste.

“Don’t ever use my name as your emergency contact again.”

Illumi had to hide the fact that he was impressed Hisoka could spell clearly enough to make out the letters of his name and had actually retained his phone number. He had been surprised to get a call, but made his way over as soon as he had finished gutting an enemy and stringing them up for display as requested in his latest contract. The idea of Hisoka being dead was incredibly alarming, for he did enjoy his health and company, but also sparked a morbid curiosity in him. Could Hisoka actually die?

“But you came, didn’t you?” Hisoka teased, with a shit-eating grin.

He had him there.

There was a soft knocking on the door, and a young woman in a white coat, followed by a taller man wearing a pair of scrubs came in. The young woman glanced at Hisoka and then Illumi, visibly wincing at the hard stare of the latter in the semi-dark room, then raised her badge to introduce herself.

“H-hello, I’m Dr. Rhgyl, I-” her eyes flickered to Illumi briefly, unsettled by the fact that he hadn’t yet blinked in the past two minutes, then shifted back to Hisoka, whose devilish smile was almost more unsettling. “I was one of your surgeons and am here to answer any questions you have.”

She turned to Illumi, and gave a nervous nod of the head. “And who is in the room with you, Mr. Morow?”

“My husband,” he said, in a sickly-sweet voice. Illumi gave him a glare, then crossed his arms.

“Sure,” was all he said.

Sure, what? What is sure? Just answer the damn question... The poor young doctor’s face fell as she already knew this was something she’d have to spend unnecessary minutes during her already excessively long call night clarifying in her documentation. She turned to her nurse behind her, who gave her a small shrug.

“So uh, Mr. Morow, how is your pain?”

“It’s wonderful!”

The doctor again tried to conceal her internal screaming, and continued to keep her professional smile plastered on her face. “In that case, please let us know if you have any more pain, and your nurse will take care of it.”

“We do have one other issue, however, “ she added, making sure to communicate this next part as clearly and effectively as possible. Hisoka perked up in surprise, and Illumi continued to sit perfectly still, as still as a statue. “Your blood sugar. Your blood sugar was extremely elevated, and we were concerned about a diagnosis of prediabetes or diabetes.”

“Diabetes?”

“We expect you to make a fast recovery… surprisingly fast in fact, but we would still like you to follow up with a primary care doctor about your blood sugar. We’ll draw a lab test to check how your sugars were for the past 3 months, called a Hemoglobin A1c test, and then we’ll have your primary care doctor follow up the results and help you with strategies to have better control.”

Illumi turned to Hisoka, who he could tell that whatever the medical team was telling him was going in one ear and out the other, and he was now only thinking about either his next fight or Bungee Gum based on the elated smile on his face.

Bungee Gum.

Bungee Gum was the fucking problem.

As the doctor and the nurse finally exited out of the room and Hisoka went back to telling Illumi battle stories, Illumi started to clear his schedule in his head, to figure out when he could best drag Hisoka to his follow-up appointments, which he would have to make for him. Someone had to be the adult in this relationship.

---

Hisoka’s new primary care doctor, another similarly young woman, but less easily intimidated as the tired one from the hospital sat at a computer, pulling up his chart to review his lab results from his hospitalization.

Illumi and Hisoka noticed how she visibly paled as she scrolled, then turned to Hisoka and gave him a reassuring smile, that looked to reassure her more than them.

“What is it? Am I dead?” Hisoka asked. Illumi gave him a look to quiet down.

“Well, you’re diabetic, all right... Your A1c is 14%.”

“Is that bad?”

She swiveled in her chair to face him, hands in her lap.

“Well, diabetes is diagnosed at an A1c of 7%. So... unfortunately, yes.”

Hisoka started counting on his fingers and Illumi forcefully put his hand down.

“Hisoka, listen to the doctor. Diabetes is serious. My great-grandaunt was diabetic.” Illumi said in an even, impassive voice.

“Oh, how old was she when she was diagnosed?” The doctor asked, attempting to build rapport with the patient and the patient’s loved ones.

Without skipping a beat, he replied, “206, exactly. She loved nothing more than to unwind with Mountain Dew after her assassination missions. She ended up on dialysis.”

The doctor seemed to be at a loss of words briefly, so she turned back to Hisoka, pulling out a pen and a notepad to focus on rather than lose her cool.

“So, uh… let’s start by talking a little about what you usually eat,” she began. “What do you eat in a typical day?”

“Hm... “ Hisoka didn’t usually keep track of what he ate, so it took him some time to come up with an account. “Ah! Okay, so in the morning, I usually skip breakfast, but sometimes I’ll have some Bungee Gum.”

Odd choice, the physician thought, but she nodded and wrote that down, allowing the floor to Hisoka to speak.

“For lunch, I try not to eat too much, but I also have a couple pieces or ten of Bungee Gum.”

Hm…

“Oh and for dinner, I have a bowl of gummy candy if I’m feeling particularly peckish and also Bungee Gum.”

She looked up from her pad and paper to see Hisoka looking blissfully unaware that he had just revealed that he subsists solely on sweets. She suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to pull at her hair repeatedly. This would be a ton of education, and she still wasn’t exactly sure what exactly Bungee Gum was.

---

Illumi parked his custom Ferrari minivan, purchased entirely for this shopping trip, outside the Costco Wholesale, and gave Hisoka, a long, hard look.

“Do you have the list?” Illumi asked, hand outstretched as Hisoka handed over a partially crumpled sheet of paper, outlining the basics of a balanced, carbohydrate-controlled diet for people with diabetes.

Hisoka looked outside to the large building, then looked back at Illumi. “Isn’t this for families? I thought we were shopping for me only, and sometimes you when you come over.”

“I don’t know, the butlers told me that they come here to stock the kitchens. It seems from the website that this store provides high quality bulk goods for very competitive prices so this will be an appropriate next stop.”

This was just one out of countless stops today - Hisoka had spent the earlier part of the day searching frantically for sugar-free Bungee Gum in every supermarket in a 25-mile radius unsuccessfully, and demanding to see the manager every time, only to kill them when they told him they didn’t have his particular brand. Illumi warned him that there would be no such shenanigans any longer.

They stepped out of the car and walked right past the door greeter who was waiting eagerly for them to present their membership card only to recoil once they both turned to look at him in unison with intent to kill.

The first things Hisoka noticed as he walked in were the multiple little free sample kiosks at the aisles every so often and curiously wandered over to them.

“Make sure to avoid anything glazed or with a sauce,” Illumi called after him, poring through the list as he wandered over to the produce aisle. He didn’t understand the draw of free samples; if he wanted to try something, he would simply buy it.

Hisoka made his way to Illumi and Illumi’s overfilled grocery cart about a half-hour later after wandering the entire store, arms filled with small paper cups and tasting spoons. It was clear that he had sampled literally everything, possibly twice or thrice. Illumi let out a sigh and moved to the front of the store to check out.

Keeping Hisoka’s blood sugar low would be a daunting task, but he was determined that by the next visit to his PCP, he’d have some improvement in his A1c. Texture Surprise can only replace so many amputated limbs at once. He’d just have to buy every supermarket’s supply of Bungee Gum and possibly halt every single production chain devoted to it or something similar. A pain, but it was worth it. Hisoka was annoying as all hell, but still, he was worth it.

#hisoillu #hisoka #illumi #bungee gum #hunter x hunter #serious business #serious writing #crack fic?#remember to eat a balanced diet

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fericita-s · 4 years

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Epilogue

The end has arrived for the A Mansion House Murder!

Big thanks to all the writers of this quarantine round-robin: @jomiddlemarch, who had the idea to begin with and wrote so many good chapters, @broadwaybaggins and @sagiow who dragged us all across the finish line, and @mercurygray and @tortoisesshells for their wonderful chapters and effusive comments and @the-spaztic-fantastic for the faithful beta-ing. I think this story probably set a record on AO3 for the comments to kudos ratio. 300 comments and 20 kudos?! We are a chatty bunch. And I love it.

“Thank you, Belinda. For so much. Not just today,” Emma said from the doorway. Belinda hadn’t invited her in and Emma didn’t want to assume. She’d already assumed too much about Belinda’s desires, or discounted them completely. “I’m going to see Mother and explain about Jimmy. And Frank.”

Belinda looked to Emma’s arm looped through Henry’s, to the pale circle of white around her ring finger where a wedding ring had been. “Would you like me to go with you?”

“No, Belinda. I won’t ask that of you. I just wanted to tell you all of that myself before you hear it gossiped about.”

“Well,” said Belinda, a smile turning one corner of her mouth. “I think I’d like to see her take the news.”

“Even if she asks you for laudanum?” Emma asked, matching her smile. It was a sad thing to tell her mother that her brother was arrested, her husband dead, her sister currently in hysterics that Percival was trying to soothe with one arm while signing away the family hotel to Mrs. Morris with the other. It was sad. But the lightness and laughter kept rising in her chest and she couldn’t stop smiling over the freedom she felt and the relief that she would be leaving soon.

“I can tell her where to find it if she does,” said Belinda, reaching to the peg by the door for a shawl.

***

“It’s a fair price,” Anne said, though she knew it was a bargain. She also knew how desperate they were to sell and she knew what being desperate felt like, so she didn’t push further. Emma, at least, deserved the money and Anne was eager to send it to her. Anne had more money than she could spend and Charlotte’s idea for a school was the first thing to excite her about the future since Frederick’s death. They could scrub the blood out of the walls, purge the secrets from each closet. The Greens had done it once before. Anne was determined she and Leah and the Diggs would do it even better. Bridget too, if she could persuade her.

Percival nodded and might have shaken her hand, but his arms were currently around his wife who was crying. Anne couldn’t tell if Alice was genuinely grief-stricken and whether it was for the loss of property or the loss of life, and she didn’t much care to find out. She’d had her fill of mysteries.

***

They went to Boston before Williamstown and Mary took her shopping. In Boston, it was easy to find ready-to-wear, though Mary took her to a favorite tailor and dressmaker and insisted on some pieces made to Emma’s own measurements. They moved slowly through town, at Mary’s normal pace and Emma’s preferred one for seeing a new city. It wasn’t so different from Alexandria, not really, not until people spoke to her or their eyebrows shot up at her accent. The kid gloves were to guard against the cold more than the sun, and she’d never had nor needed a sealskin toque or fur muff. But the Yankees weren’t the fearsome lot her mother had promised they would be, practically drowning out the vows she and Henry made to one another in the Green family drawing room with a subdued Dr. Hale doing the honors.

After a wool cape and fur-trimmed pelisse that Emma bought with Henry’s money (our money he had said, pressing it into her hands that morning as he kissed her forehead), Mary bought her a silk Paisley shawl with fringe, calling it a wedding present.

“If I was really spoiling you it would be Kashmir. These are going out of fashion now what with everyone’s desperation to show off their bustles. But I find them the best way to keep warm at home, at least when Jed’s not there.” Mary pulled the shawl around Emma and fiddled with the fringe. “I hope you’ll be happy here. I know Henry wishes it too. But I know what it is to lose a husband.”

Emma put her hands in Mary’s and smiled at her friend. “I am happy. Or, I will be. I’m not sure what I am now, but it’s better than I was.”

***

He married her in Virginia but, all he had offered since then was a chaste kiss or an arm for hers to loop through as they navigated trains and carriages. Their overnight at the Foster’s home was a late night of reminiscences by the fire, mulled wine, and the steady interruptions of Johnny and Daniel and then even Elias coming to complain about the loud ruckus downstairs. When Mary finally shooed both the boys and the adults to bed with a meaningful “They’re newlyweds after all, Jed,” Emma and Henry had both hesitated when he shut the door behind them.

“You’re weary from the travel; I’ll let you - “

“Henry,” Emma said, her hands already reaching for the buttons of his waistcoat. “Don’t make me wait any longer. Don’t you think we’ve waited long enough?”

Henry closed his eyes and reached for her cheek, remembering his first touch there years ago. When he had wiped away a tear and wished he could kiss her.

“Is it that you don’t want me this way? That I’m - “

“No, Emma not that.” He opened his eyes and stepped back so he could see her clearly, reaching for her hands and squeezing. “I want you very much. So much I hardly know how to start.”

“Then let me show you, Henry,” Emma said, pushing on him gently until they were at the bed and he sat down heavily, off balance and out of breath. She nudged his knees open with her own and stood between them, her hands on his shoulders and his at her waist, leaning in to kiss him behind the ear and to whisper “I am my beloved’s and he is mine.”

***

Henry and Emma continued west to Williamstown, waving from the carriage that took them from the Foster home and promising to return soon for a visit and to write even sooner. One week later the Foster boys welcomed their much desired puppy, and one year later, a rather less desired sister. Jed’s apprehension turned to delight when Mary reached for her daughter with eager arms, bringing her to her breast and leaning back into the pillows with a laugh. “There’s two of us now. Three if you count the dog. We’ll be evenly matched soon, Mr. Foster.”

Jed washed his hands in the basin and looked at the brightness in her cheeks and the sweat on her brow, walking to her to check for fever. He kissed her forehead and then the baby’s. “Oh, I’m very happily outmatched already.”

***

Frank didn’t haunt her. But sometimes her own inaction did. Her complicity.

The cold of Williamstown was nothing to the bone-chilling terror of life in Franklin County, the shiver of fear she felt as she heard horses whinny in the dark and hooves pound the dirt as Frank and his most loyal congregants rode off to wreak whatever hateful havoc they could.

In Williamstown, Henry knew how to stoke the fire just so, and soon afterwards the Rumford fireplace in the house was replaced by a coal furnace, the intricate ironwork and decorative finials as fancy as any etched crystal her mother had been proud to show.

She did not long for her life in Virginia and it took a while before Henry’s encouragement to write letters to her mother and sister and Belinda yielded missives sent south. She hardly wrote to Mary because they visited so often - heading east for Boston meetings of the American Woman Suffrage Association with Mary and her friend Josephine Bhaer and then later to meet baby Penelope Foster.

Emma taught Sunday School and led sewing circles and an auxiliary chapter of the AWSA. She waved to Henry’s students as they walked by their house and he brought her flowers that Alice might have called weeds but Emma would not.

When Henry’s hands were on her, she never thought of Frank. The way he loosened her corset and spread his hands over her stomach and chest, pulling her to him before it was dark and he could see her best, it was uniquely Henry. He had started hesitant and unsure, but she showed him with her sighs and fingers spread across his shoulders and legs wrapped around his middle that she wanted this too, so much.

In the end, all of her new fitted dresses and smartly tailored coats that Mary helped her buy were useless by her second winter as it became clear the Reverend and Mrs. Hopkins would welcome a baby with the spring.

***

The first students at The Lou Morris School knew there were ghosts, and they knew Ms. Leah Gordon took care of them. They knew there had been a war and they knew about loss. In their beds, under clean cotton sheets, they whispered about the cries they heard in the night, the thuds and thumps and rhythmic banging. Laughter too, though only when patrons Doctor and Mrs. Hale came on their weekly tours and Mrs. Diggs walked them to an upstairs room. The children decided the ghosts liked ornate bustles and lacy flounces like Mrs. Hale wore and drew elaborate flourishes on the pictures they drew of the spirits they imagined.

But after a few years, no one spoke of ghosts, even though Ms. Gordon still sang at night to calm them and Jack and Harriet had been there the whole time and remembered. The children knew people came in different colors; the grown-ups said black and white, but to them, they were all brown and beige, with a few pink, with freckles all over their faces, like Miss Brannan. They also knew people had different skills; some spoke with words, others with their hands, and some, not at all. Some could run and jump over the fence they weren’t supposed to jump over, earning a scowl from Old Mrs. Green who seemed to always walk by when they were at play in the yard. Some could walk with some help, and others had special chairs with wheels that needed to be pushed - slowly! the teachers always said, Mrs. Morris most of all, her eyes all seeing, her tone sharp but never mean.

When the cries in the night and the thumps and thuds sounded, it wasn’t with fear that the children strained to listen. They stilled in their beds to listen for Ms. Gordon’s voice floating down the halls.

Nobody knows the trouble I've seen

Nobody knows but Jesus

Nobody knows the trouble I've seen

Glory, Hallelujah

#mercy street #Emmry #mansion house murder mystery #epilogue #finally!!!!#we did it! yay us!#Emma #Henry #Mary #Jed #assorted others get mentions

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septiembrre · 4 years

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24 for the kissy prompts pls!

Let’s run away together kiss, @sothischickshe thanks for the prompt, boo <3

When Beth slept with Rio again, it was on a one-last-time basis. She was convinced she had built it all up - the sex, the headiness of it all, the tenderness, how good it was.

She was sure she was viewing those orgasms through a haze of nostalgia, rose-tinted glasses. It had been a time when her newfound power was dizzying. She was making money, coming up in the world and, suddenly, at forty, she found herself newly awake. Of course, she was going to have incredible orgasms. She hadn’t had sex in seven years. It made sense. If they were the best orgasms of her life, it was only because the sex of yore was with her blundering husband. This time would be different. Beth and Rio would fuck it out of their systems and they could go back to building their fortunes without the complication of partially resolved sexual tension.

As she processed the warmth of Rio’s hands gripping her tight, of her writhing, her clit against his tongue, already begging for his cock, Beth became too cognizant of it all - all of the feelings. Her blood was rushing, her body alight, and her thoughts bounding away from her in all directions. Then, Rio’s hands had fisted her hair, his teeth nipping at her pulse. He moved back inside her, was everywhere as if he had never left. Her hands had clenched against his neck, traced the scars she gave him last year, and for a time Beth stopped thinking.

Afterward, as she was finding her bearings, her breath, Rio brought his fingertips to trace the shape of her face. His hand dipped from her temple to the dimple in her chin - and seemingly despite himself, he kissed her. Beth, blanketed by the familiar softness from that sunny afternoon in her bed, the thrill of having his complete, unwavering attention, acknowledged that she was completely besotted, just like the first two times. She was as nervy as the grocery store robbery, as powerful as standing in the dealership and misdirecting the FBI, as boss as one-upping the very man in her bed. It was as perfect as the first time they kissed.

She could never let him know.

After some time, they shook off the spell. They cleaned up. They put on their clothes. They turned away from each other with one last tentative glance, a nod, and Beth went home. She buried herself in her responsibilities and at night, she came on her fingers letting herself think of him.

A week later, he showed up at her house. It happened again.

Then, again. And again.

It swelled from something Beth had convinced herself was sporadic, an anomaly, and evened out into their rhythm. Rio was in her life, in every way - and still, the moments between them burned. Their resilient spark kindled and the deadlock broke. They weren’t quite dating - but they were undoubtedly partnered. It thrilled her. He charmed her. Beth had never known what it meant to be in love, and for the first time, she was letting pieces of her that she had buried deep inside be known.

One afternoon, at the shop, Rio tugs her onto his lap. She’s been troubleshooting a kink with the printing press while Rio typed away on one of the work tables. He had turned it into a makeshift desk while he kept her and sometimes Annie and Ruby company as they printed. He noses down her neck and she’s starting to rub against him, when he says, “Let’s go on a vacation.”

Beth smiles against his temple, playing along, “Mmm, where? Fiji? Bora Bora?”

Rio leans back, squinting at her. “Damn, darlin’. Not unless you want to spend half our trip gettin’ there.”

She laughs, “Then what? You’ll bring me to Legoland with you this time?”

Rio scoffs and rolls his eyes. “The way this works, we can get away for a week and a half, two weeks tops.”

She eyes him and realizes he’s serious. Her mind goes blank and then unbidden memories from her life before surface. The first time Beth had been on a plane was a trip to Disney with Dean’s family. She had been in her first trimester with Emma, furiously trying to soothe a five-year-old Kenny and chubby-toddler Danny. It had been her in-laws’ idea. They had insisted on staying at the park’s resort and the whole trip was nightmarish from beginning to end. She was still in the throes of morning sickness and on full caregiving duty to keep the boys from getting too fussy. Her mother-in-law helicoptered her parenting throughout the trip and Beth was suffocated by the responsibility of making sure the children stayed clean and tidy for family pictures. Memories of murmuring, exhausted, to Dean that their children were too young to remember the whole charade, dominate her associations of that trip, and traveling overall to this day.

Besides the vacations to Disney with Dean and the kids, Beth had gone on trips within a reasonable driving distance of Detroit. They had spent school breaks on the shores of Michigan, in New York one Christmas. Once the kids were older, there were the yearly trips to Chicago, Indianapolis, and Toronto. She had been to Nashville once with Ruby and Annie, a girl’s trip, in between bouts when Sarah was better and a moment when Annie was flush with cash.

Beth doesn’t know what to ask for. In conversations like this one, she feels how different her life has been from Rio’s, and she doesn’t know where to step. Flustered, she pivots. “Where do you want to go?”

“It don’t matter much. Somewhere with good food and a five-star hotel where I can keep you naked.”

She laughs, excited, and a little nervous.

“We could go to… Montreal?”

Rio grins, quick. “Nah. Not yet. I go to the jazz festival there, every summer. We’ll go together this year, but I want to go somewhere sooner.”

Beth’s mind fritzes out for a few seconds, considering the possibilities.

“Where else you wanna go, ma?”

She shrugs her shoulders. “Honestly, anywhere.” He seems to be eying her meaningfully. Beth tries again, lowers her voice to a purr, “Where do you want to take me?”

He looks away, biting at his lips. “I’ve been wanting to go back to Mexico. I still have a lot of family down there.”

She’s surprised to hear the admission. He rarely brings up his family outside of Marcus or Rhea. But, by now she’s privy to the details of Rio’s schedule and knows he spends many Sunday afternoons with his extended family at his mom's house. “Oh yeah?”

“We used to drive down, spend summers in Guadalajara with my grandparents.” He smiles at the memory. “I still got a lot of cousins in Jalisco. Some of them moved to Puebla a few years back. I haven’t been since before Marcus was born. I’ve been itchin’ to go back and visit.” He looks at her as if they’re conspiring. “We can catch a direct flight from O’Hare into Mexico City, spend the beginning of the trip there. We could rent a car and take a day trip to Puebla. Then, we could go to Guadalajara for a few days. You ever been to Mexico?”

Beth shakes her head.

“Cool. You’d like it. People there are real nice and the food is bomb - the pozole…” He mimics a chef’s kiss.

“Rio…”

“Hm?”

Beth runs through it a few times in her head and decides to put it out there. “Don’t you think I should meet your family here first?”

Rio’s lips twist and he pulls Beth close against him. “You want to meet my má?”

Now, Beth’s shaking her head at him. “Yeah. Obviously.”

“My nosy sisters, too?”

“There’s no way they’ve got anything on Annie.”

He laughs. “You’d be surprised.”

Rio kisses her and it makes something shoot down her spine. Could she be any more of a cliché? Her mind starts down a familiar spiral: in her forties, past her prime, boring house-wife. She makes an effort to stop, correct course, and Beth realizes Rio is watching her closely, no doubt, reading her mind.

“Mm-kay. Next Sunday.” Then, undeterred, “But, where do you want to go?”

Beth pauses a moment. Where doesn’t she want to go? She considers what story she’s going to spin so she can get Dean to take the kids without putting up too much of a fight. And then she turns her brain off and starts to imagine the future, and Rio naked, and where he would look good naked. Everywhere, honestly, but- She thinks about his brown skin against crisp hotel sheets, in aquamarine waters where he wouldn’t even have to put on all the clothes Michigan temperatures demand he wear most of the year. She thinks about the bright red one-piece she bought when she was really feeling herself and knows he would love. She thinks about them, in the future, together.

“Somewhere warm and beautiful, with a beach.”

“Oh yeah?” He looks her up and down and bites his lip. She loves it. She loves that she’s finally allowed to love it. “I can picture you, in a bathin’ suit, gorgeous, in a big ass hat.” He brings his hand up to trace along her collarbone. She’s already wet, and she can feel him half-hard beneath her. “Your tits earnin’ freckles all along the top. Slathering up with spf 300.”

Beth smacks him. “Shut up.”

“What beach, mamí?”

Beth considers what she wants, all the places she’s ever want to go. She considers the possibilities. She takes a shot. “Let’s go to Hawaii.”

He’s nodding along with her, dipping in to kiss her again. “Let’s do it.”

#my writing #beth x rio

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dyns33 · 5 years

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Hi could you weite something about how adamsfamily!michael would react to losing the reader. Like I know the Adams family are deaths no.1 fans but morticia and Gomez said that death is a blessing if they're together, but a curse if it's only one. I feel like Michael losing reader early would be like a major loss for him. 🖤🖤🖤

Anon, at first, I hated the idea. My poor Michael Addams... But at the same time, it's a very interesting idea, since you are right, death is a complicated subject with this family. They love it, joke about it, wait to be all dead, but dead together, at the same time. Losing a loved one remain something awful for them. So Michael losing his goddess ? You can't even imagine... (Thank you Anon, I cried at Christmas !)

It had been a few weeks since Michael and his sweet (Y / N) had moved into their new home, after returning from their honeymoon. The place was filled with boxes because they had not yet finished setting up, but it did not matter for his goddess, who said that it was fun to be able to decorate each room as they wanted, taking their time. At that moment, Michael decided to move away a little, just a little, because he was afraid of suffocating (Y / N) by staying with her every second, of every minute, of every hour, of every day, even if that was what he wanted. He had seen that the other couples did not do that, he had seen that some tore apart because they were too often together, and as he really did not want to lose (Y / N), he had decided to make an effort, leaving her a little space. But not too much either, just one or two hours, no more. As she desperately searched for the lamp that her parents had given to them to put it in their bedroom, he got ready to go buy groceries.

"I will be in the cellar." she said to him. "The lamp is not in any of the boxes, so we had to put it away with the rest of the things downstairs by mistake."

"Do you want me to stay to help you my love ?"

"No, it will be fine." she thanked him, smiling.

Michael should have stayed. He should have forgotten this stupid idea to do like other couples, because they were not like other couples, their love was stronger and being always together would never have been a problem. He felt that something was wrong in the store. He did not understand why there were so many people around his house when he returned. Firefighters too, who asked him not to approach.

"Sir, the boiler has exploded. We have to put out the fire and check for damage. The house looks intact, only the basement has been affected, but the foundations may be weakened."

The basement ? The cave ? What ? The firefighter returned with the others to continue his work, while doctors quickly left the house with a stretcher, carrying what looked like a body. They ran, telling people to leave the way, because it was urgent. An arm was visible despite the white sheet placed on the stretcher, a charred, smoking arm. Michael fell to his knees on the sidewalk, dropping his shopping bags. Several neighbours then recognized him, coming towards him to see if he was alright. When he hated that all these insects touch him, Michael let them do it, while they told the doctors that he was the husband. Even if he was not in the house, they insisted on checking that he was not injured before taking him with them, in another ambulance, because the state of (Y / N)... was not good.

"We're going to have to put her in a sterile room. Sir, you can't touch her, okay ? Just see her through a window. She's not conscious, her skin is... She's breathing, but with the explosion and the smoke, her lungs need help. We will do everything to save her, everything will be fine."

Everything was not going to be fine. Nothing was fine. Michael did not see his family arriving in the hospital, he remained glued to the glass while the doctors surrounded his wife's body with bandages. If no one had told him that his goddess was there, he would never have recognized her. No more hair, no more nose, no more skin... The mask on her face to help her breathe did not help. Michael had been captivated by the beauty of (Y / N), but that was not why he loved her. No matter what she looked like, he would always love her with the same intensity, and if she survived it all, he would be there for her, to help her, to take care of her. But it was not a life... His perfect goddess would never bear to be like that, nailed in a bed, being unable to do anything, to walk, to dance, maybe even to speak. Michael was crying when his uncle put his hand on his shoulder, not knowing what to ask Satan for. Selfishly, he wanted to beg him not to take (Y / N) from him. But death would no doubt be sweeter for her, more lenient. It would probably be what she wanted when she woke up. Without saying anything, without really seeing them, he let Gomez, Fester and Morticia hug him. Wednesday was staring at him with what looked like sadness, his other cousins were crying, thing was shaking, Lurch growling and the grandmother was casting spells on (Y / N) 's body, to bring her luck.

"Uncle..." muttered Michael with difficulty. "What should I do ?"

"Stay with her, son."

"I know, but... what if she doesn't stay ?"

They all knew what he meant. Gomez and Morticia had already planned as they were going to die, in the same place, at the same time, to be buried together. Death was not a tragedy for them. It was not the end, it was even the beginning. The most beautiful thing that was. But not when it separated two lovers, especially under such terrible conditions. Morticia took her nephew's hand.

"In that case... we will miss you two deeply. But we will meet again when our time comes."

"Thank you my aunt. I... I will take a can of gas, a match, and join her. You will leave us together, right ? Just one coffin. I want her to be lying on me and my arms to be around her."

"I swear to you Michael. It will be done."

Several hours passed, slow, unbearable, without the state of (Y / N) improving. Michael asked his family to leave them alone, as he knelt in the hallway, his forehead glued to the window, hoping that something would happen. Even if he obstructed the passage a little, no one dared to ask him to get up when they saw his despair. Then there was a panic among the doctors, the heart of his love began to slow down, her breathing too, and Michael could do nothing, except watch.

"No..." he sobbed. "No no no."

"Michael ?"

He jumped when he heard the voice of his goddess, turning to find her near him, standing, looking surprised and worried. He screamed as he threw himself on her, getting up to touch his face, crying like he had never cried.

"Cara mia, no ! No ! You have to go back to your body ! I know that... I know it will be hard, but I will be there to help you, I promise you. I will never leave you ! Oh, please don't leave me."

"Honey, I don't understand what you're talking about."

At the same time, the doctors in the room stopped moving and looking at the monitor, Michael saw that the heart was no longer beating. It was finished. She was gone. Immediately, he fell to the ground, gripping the legs of the ghost of (Y/N) firmly to keep her from disappearing, deciding to do like her, to stop breathing. He closed his mouth and his eyes, waiting for death to come and take him. The hand in his hair were so soft, so real. Quickly, let him find her again, quickly.

"What are you doing Michael ?"

"Madam, is everything all right ?"

Continuing to hold his breath, Michael turned to stare at the nurse who had just spoken and was now chatting with (Y / N), as if everything was normal. As if she was not a specter.

"But... she can see you too ?" he wondered.

"I... Yes ? Michael, I don't understand anything. What's going on ? Who is it? " asked (Y / N) pointing to the charred body.

"You... you weren't in the cellar ?"

"I called my mother and we forgot the lamp at my parents' house. Funny, right ? So I went to get it. Sorry, I didn't think of warning you, it had to be quick and at the end we talked a little bit. But who is that ? Someone from your family ? Oh Michael, I'm sorry, so sorry."

Michael looked at the body for a long time, a little lost. Later, he would learn that this woman was a thief, drugged, who had seen that they had both gone out and who had entered their house to find valuables. Impossible to say why she had gone to the cellar. Impossible to say if the Dark Lord had exploded the boiler to punish her for having entered their home or if it was only a coincidence. In any case, there is no question of this happening again. Michael jumped up to take (Y/N) 's hands and kiss them.

"Cara mia, I will never leave you again. Unless you ask me, but if not, I want us to stay together, all the time. So, if we explode, we will explode together."

"Michael..." sighed (Y / N), stroking his cheek. "I love this idea."

It was probably not very polite to kiss languidly and dance in front of a corpse, but it was perfectly normal for Addams.

#american horror story apocalyspe #michael langdon #michael langdon fanfiction #michael langdon imagine #michael langdon x reader #michael addams #the addams family

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Class Reunion

Pairing: Benny x Reader

"No. Ruthie, no. I don't want to go to the reunion," you replied from your desk in the back office. "You remember how it was for me in high school. I didn't 'fit in', all I did was study and babysit the neighbors' kids. I don't have the greatest memories of high school, except meeting you," you explained.

"You 'fit in' just fine, and all that studying has certainly prepared you for your current occupation," Ruthie pointed out. "Besides, you're nowhere near the same girl as you were in high school," she remarked.

"I'm aware of that, Ruthie. I didn't even go to prom, remember?" you reminded her.

"Will you at least think about it? I talked my husband into going, and Charlie has a date. I'm sure you can find someone to go with. Please? Charlie and I need to go dress shopping for this, and it just won't be the same unless you're there with us," she begged.

You pinched the bridge of your nose between your thumb and forefinger. "Fine. I will think about it. That's the best answer you're gonna get for right now. I have to get back to work now, my break's over. Bye Sis," you said softly. After you hung up your phone, you leaned on the desk with your elbows and covered your face with your hands.

"Bad news, darlin'?" a voice from the doorway caused you to nearly jump out of your seat. You looked up and saw it was Benny, the handsome blue-eyed head bartender.

"Nah, just a call from my sister, Ruthie," you sighed wearily. Benny nodded, as he had seen the two of you in the bar together on one of your nights off.

"You look upset, chérie. Wanna talk about it?" Benny asked. "Look, two ears, ready to listen," he drawled in that sexy Southern accent.

You smiled as you stood up from the desk. You put a hand on Benny's shoulder as you left the office and to go back out to the front of the house. "I'll help you close up, and we can talk then, okay?" you suggested.

"Fine by me, darlin'," he agreed, flashing you that winning smile of his.

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You had been working at Rocky's Bar for about the past eight years. The bar was co-owned by brothers Sam and Dean Winchester, whom you'd met through some other friends. Your business degree helped to make their bar a success among the locals and tourists alike. Most of your time was spent in the office doing paperwork, but on the weekends especially, you helped as a server.

It had been your idea to hire Benny as the head bartender. Benny previously worked in one of the higher end clubs in New York City, which is where you met him. The two of you got to talking one night, and he let it slip that he was looking to slow down a bit from the New York bar scene.

Sam had tried his hand at being head bartender, but he quickly got overwhelmed. You remembered what Benny had said about wanting a change of pace from New York. You called and invited him to work for Sam and Dean on a one-week trial basis. His easygoing manner and lilting Southern accent had the ladies swooning in no time. Before the week was out, Benny was offered the job, and ever since, the two of you have grown to be even better friends.

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The rest of the night was fairly quiet, with only a few regulars left in the bar at last call. You cleared up the tables and brought the dirty glasses to Benny so they could be washed. After the tables were wiped down and the peanut shells were swept up, you took a seat on an empty barstool.

"So, what about that phone call got you all upset?" Benny asked while he continued to scrub the glassware.

"It's something kinda stupid to get upset about," you started. Before continuing, you took a deep breath. "My ten-year high school reunion is later this month, and Ruthie wants me to go," you explained.

"And you don't want to go?" Benny guessed.

"Right-O. She and I met when we were transitioning from junior high to senior high school. I didn't have a lot of friends in junior high. Any of the friends I had in high school were because of my association with Ruthie.

"Plus....I was kind of a nerd. Always studying, and I babysat the neighbors' kids all the time. I didn't get to do the high school activities thing. Didn't go to the Friday night football games, Homecoming Dances....I never even went to prom," you finished in a small voice.

Benny put down the glass he was washing and focused his gaze entirely on you while leaning on the bar. "Wait a minute. You mean to tell me that a pretty lady like yourself didn't go to prom?" he asked.

You cast your eyes downward to hide the blush on your cheeks. "No, Benny. I didn't go because I wasn't asked. What you see before you is a more improved model, I guess you'd say. If we had met in high school, believe me, you wouldn't have even given me a second glance. You're way out of my league," you replied.

"Aw, darlin'--" he started but you interrupted.

"Besides that, I learned my lesson about aiming too high. The guy I had a crush on asked me to prom but it was done as a joke. Eric was one of the popular kids, but I thought he was one that didn't always go along with the crowd so much.

"Long story short, he stood me up and walked into the dance with someone else. The following Monday at school was humiliating for me, because everyone knew. After that, I put my nose in a book and studied," you explained.

Benny came out from behind the bar and took your hands in his. "I'm so sorry that happened to you, chérie. No one deserves that. If I may say, though, I think you need to go to that reunion. If for no other reason than to show them what they missed out on in high school by being so mean," he remarked and gave you a wink.

You blushed again and dropped your gaze to study the wood grain of the floor. "I told Ruthie I'd think about it," you replied as you stepped down from your barstool. "Even if I decide to go, there's still that one other pesky detail," you said.

"And what's that?" Benny asked.

"Finding a date. Goodnight, Benny. Thank you for listening and being such a good friend," you remarked softly. You gave him a lingering kiss on the cheek, then picked up your denim jacket and walked out the back door.

Just as the door closed behind you, Dean walked into the main bar area. He had been in the back taking inventory, and had some supply questions for his head bartender. Dean was studying the inventory sheets on the clipboard in his hand. "Hey, Benny, how are we doing on our supply of--hey, are you all right?" Dean asked.

Benny stood, rooted to the spot. A dazed smile was on his face, and his fingertips touched his cheek where you'd kissed him. Dean stood directly in front of Benny and snapped his fingers in his face to try and break the trance. Benny blinked and shook his head to slowly come back to reality. "Dude, what happened with you just now?" Dean inquired.

Chuckling to himself, Benny returned to his place behind the bar and started to wash up any remaining glassware. Then he brought Dean up to speed on your conversation about your high school reunion. "So, she hasn't decided whether or not she's going. Her sister and Charlie both want her to go. Only problem is, they have dates, but she doesn't," Benny finished.

"Hmm. That would be a problem. I can't see her being comfortable walking in there without a date. Not with how complicated high school was for her," Dean observed. "Hey, maybe you should be her date," he suggested.

Benny stopped what he was doing to consider his best friend's suggestion. He'd known you for a few years now, and he looked forward to seeing you every night. He would always be grateful to you for giving him the chance to get out of New York City's bar scene.

He couldn't deny the spark he felt when you kissed his cheek tonight. You always had a smile for him, one he was always sure to return. Whenever he heard your laugh, it was like hearing his favorite song. Each time he looked into your hazel eyes, a comfortable feeling washed over him, like coming home. One time, Benny was lucky to get close enough to you, and he caught the green apple scent of your shampoo. From then on, he became obsessed with anything apple.

Benny finished his closing duties, grabbed his leather jacket and flat cap then walked out the back door with Dean. "I think I should do that, offer to be her date," he conceded.

"Yeah, 'cause it's not like you have a crush on her or anything," Dean smirked.

"I don't know what you're talking about, brother," Benny grinned. "See you tomorrow night, Dean," Benny called.

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The next night, you were in the back office going through some paperwork. You were entering last week's sales figures into the online books and signing off on the inventory reports. After a while, the numbers started swimming before your eyes, and you realized it was time to take a break. You closed your eyes and started massaging your neck, trying to work out some of the stiffness.

After a few moments, you hear the sound of someone clearing his throat to get your attention. You looked up and smiled to see that it was Benny, standing in the doorway.

"Good evening, Benny, so nice to see you! Sorry I haven't been up front much tonight. What brings you back here?" you questioned.

"Well, it's like you said, sweetheart. You haven't been out front very much, and I thought I'd check and see how you're doing. Everything okay?" Benny asked.

"Just going over some numbers, boring data-entry stuff. Although, there's a lot of it, and you caught me taking a break," you explained, reaching up to resume massaging your neck.

"Here, allow me," Benny offered, pulling up a chair to sit behind you. He rubbed his hands together briskly then gently placed them on your shoulders. His now-warm hands instantly calmed you as he started work through your tense neck muscles. "Relax, darlin'. You sure have a lot of knots here. Just close your eyes and let this work," he crooned.

As directed, you closed your eyes as Benny continued to massage your neck and shoulders. His skilled fingers kept working out each knot, and you could feel the tension begin to melt away. "Whoa," you whispered. "This feels amazing, Benny," you said as you groaned with the relief provided by his strong hands.

"Feeling better, chérie?" Benny asked, his breath hot against your ear.

"Much better, thank you," you breathed. "Were you born with such magic fingers, or did you find them on the internet somewhere?" you teased.

Benny chuckled. "Original equipment, darlin'. All me," he answered and wiggled his fingers.

"Lucky me," you murmured.

"Hey, have you decided what you're going to do about your high school reunion?" he asked.

You looked down at your hands, which were folded in your lap. "Not yet. I think you're right, though. I should go, even if only to show people how I've changed from how they knew me in school. Although I don't know why I care so much about what other people think," you muttered.

Benny reached over and with his index finger and tilted your head up to gaze into your hazel eyes. "The only person you have to answer to is yourself. Doesn't matter what other people think. As long as you're happy with who you are, that's what's important," he replied.

You gave Benny a shy smile. "Thank you for saying that, Benny. Besides, if nothing else, it's an excuse for me to buy a new dress, get all dolled up and have a dance or two. Except I still don't have a date," you remembered.

It was now or never. Benny took a deep breath. "So, if you had a date, then you'd go?" he asked, to which you nodded. "Okay then. I'll be your date," he declared.

Your eyes widened at his suggestion. "Really? Why would you want to put yourself through that? You wouldn't know anyone--" he stopped you.

"I'd know you, Ruthie and Charlie. Anyway, it wouldn't exactly be torture, you know. I'd get to see a beautiful woman in a new dress, all dolled up. And, I'd get to slow dance with her a few times," he winked.

"Wow, you would do that for me?" you asked. Benny nodded as he inched closer to leave a lingering kiss on your cheek this time. "Now, go get that new dress, chérie. Can't wait to see you in it," he winked and went back to work.

You pulled out your phone and dialed a number. "Hey, Ruthie? What time are we going shopping for dresses tomorrow?" you asked.

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The following day, you went dress shopping with Charlie and Ruthie for the reunion. They were so happy that you had decided to go to the reunion with them and that you'd found a date. The more you thought about it, the more you started to warm up to the idea and actually looked forward to it.

You thought back over the years that had passed since you met Benny, ever since that night in a New York City nightclub. You had been visiting your brother, who was the one who wanted to go out in the first place. He was off chasing some girl, while you were left at the bar with your drink.

Benny kept you entertained all night, with the two of you sharing stories of your childhood. He was from a small town in Louisiana, while you were from Iowa. Neither of you seemed to fit with the fast-paced world of NYC. You hung around the bar until after closing, then you and Benny walked the streets, checking out the city. He kept your hand in his the whole time, which made you feel safe in such a big city, and you enjoyed his company.

The thought of your first time meeting Benny made you smile, just as you did every day at seeing him. You always felt safe around him, protected. He was handsome, but in a way that might lead to him being overlooked by some women, but not by you. Benny was sweet, making time to check on you every night you were hard at work in the back office. He had kind, blue eyes that sometimes held a bit of mischief when chatting with customers or co-workers.

And as with nearly every woman, you often fell victim to the charms of his sexy Southern drawl. Probably how he got you to agree at the last minute to go to your reunion. Up until he offered to be your date, you had successfully resisted Ruthie's attempts at getting you to go. Then Benny made his case, and you found yourself giving in to his suggestion.

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The night before the reunion, you and Benny were both working late. You had paperwork to catch up on, and he was in charge of closing the bar. With it being the end of the quarter, there were additional responsibilities, and you hadn't been sleeping well all week.

Benny had finished all of his closing duties, and was getting ready to head out the door when he saw your office light was still on. He gently knocked on the door and smiled to himself at seeing you. Your head was resting in the crook of your elbow, your crossed arms leaning on your desk. He reached over and tenderly brushed the hair out of your eyes and from your forehead, which caused you to stir.

"Evenin' darlin'," he chuckled softly.

You gave him a sleepy smile, then stretched in your chair, trying to wake up. You gathered up your paperwork and locked it in the desk. You retrieved your purse and car keys. "Must've dozed off, sorry. Thank you for checking on me," you said softly, still a bit sleepy.

"Of course, chérie. You going to make it home okay? I can drive you if you'd rather," he offered.

"I think I can make it home, it's not too far. Thank you though," you replied, blushing. "Big night tomorrow. You know, we can still call it off, hang out at my place instead with pizza and movies," you suggested.

Benny chuckled again. "Not a chance," he shook his head firmly. "I'm looking forward to seeing you in your new dress, with your hair done up just so. Even though no matter what you do with your hair or makeup, you're still beautiful to me, chérie," he replied softly. "And I can't wait to dance with you," he said as he brushed his hand to your cheek.

For a moment, you lost all ability to form a coherent thought, all due to Benny's words and his touch on your skin. "Well, I just hope my reality can live up to your imagination," you whispered.

"Of that, I have no doubt, darlin'," Benny remarked. "See you at seven, your place," he promised.

"Seven it is," you agreed.

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"Charlie!! Have you seen my pink lipstick?!? Aaarrrggghhh! Benny will be here any minute, and I can't find my stupid lipstick!!" you shouted. Ruthie and Charlie were getting ready for the reunion at your house, and you were getting more and more nervous.

"Relax, chickie, it's right here," Charlie placed it in your hand and held onto it, trying to calm you down. "You have plenty of time to finish getting ready. Benny won't be here for another 10 minutes. Okay? Come on, deep breaths," she got you to breathe with her, which did calm you down.

"Charlie, I'm sorry. I'm just so nervous. I haven't been on any kind of date for a long time, and I really like Benny. We've gotten to be good friends over the years, but lately....I've started to have those 'maybe-we-could-be-more-than-friends' feelings. I don't even know how he feels, or if he feels the same. If not, it could make it awkward to work together," you finished.

Ruthie came in to the bathroom to have you zip up her dress. "Do yourself a favor and just have fun tonight. It doesn't have to lead anywhere. If it does, fine, but if not, you'll still have your friendship with him, right?" she asked.

"Yes, that's true. Okay. Time to shimmy into my dress," you grinned. You had found a strapless, floor-length, navy blue gown, with a criss-cross bodice that was form-fitted to your upper body. Although you loved the dress, you weren't exactly comfortable with the amount of skin that was left bare. As a solution, you found a wrap for your shoulders made of a sheer material that was a sparkling silver.

A knock at the door was heard and all three of you froze. You looked out your bedroom window and down to the street to see a shiny, sleek, black Lincoln Town Car parked in front. You knew that Benny drove an old pickup truck, so it had to belong to either of your friends' dates.

"Hey, which one of your dates owns a Lincoln Town Car?" you asked. Charlie and Ruthie looked at each other and shrugged, then continued getting ready. You grabbed your shawl and slowly made your way down the stairs. "Just a minute," you called out to your visitor.

When you opened the door, the figure on your front porch nearly took your breath away. Benny was dressed in a charcoal grey suit with a silver tie and pocket square. Gone was his usual flat cap, his hair neatly styled with gel and his beard freshly trimmed. His smile was the first thing that caught your attention. One part genuine appreciation of your appearance, one part mischief, which meant that you were in for an interesting evening.

"Wow," you whispered. "Won't you please come in?" you asked, after you managed to regain your composure.

Benny chuckled and crossed the threshold into your living room. He took your hand and gently pressed his lips to the back of it. "Bonsoir, chérie. Forgive me for saying, but I didn't know it was possible for you to get any more breathtaking since the last time I saw you," Benny remarked.

"My goodness, but you're a charmer, Benny. Thank you for the compliment. You look very handsome as well. Don't think I've ever seen you without your usual cap. I have to say I like it, though," you added softly.

"Well, thank you darlin'," he winked. In his right hand, he produced a clear plastic box, which had a corsage in it. "Now, this ain't no dozen roses, but you are the first woman I've ever given flowers to 'sides my mama," he grinned. Benny took your right hand in his and placed the corsage on your wrist. It had pink and yellow roses with a navy blue ribbon woven through.

"It's beautiful, thank you, Benny," you beamed.

"Not as beautiful as you," Benny whispered and kissed the back of your hand.

By this time, Charlie and Ruthie had finished getting ready, just in time for their dates to arrive as well. They went to their respective cars and said they'd meet you there. Benny offered you his arm, so you slid your hand around it and he tucked it in close to his side. When he got to the car, he opened your door and waited for you to get comfortable before closing the door.

As he drove to the reunion, Benny reached over for your hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Try not to worry, sweetheart. I'll be with you every step of the way, and if you want to leave, just say the word," he promised. You squeezed his hand in return and gave him a grateful smile. Once you arrived at the venue, Benny repeated his gentlemanly gestures and opened your door for you. He held out his hand to help you out of the car, and you took it.

Just before you walked in, you tugged on Benny's arm. He stopped to look at you, wondering what you were doing. "In case I forgot to tell you, I appreciate what you're doing for me here tonight. Takes a special kind of person to do a favor like this for someone. You are definitely someone special to me, Benny Lafitte. Thank you," you said as you reached up to give him a kiss to his cheek.

Now it was his turn to blush. "Oh, darlin', you don't have to thank me. You're my friend, and it's my honor to help you. 'Sides, like I said before, this won't exactly be torture. Got a gorgeous woman by my side, and I'm lookin' forward to some slow dances, if you know what I mean," he grinned. You giggled, and since Ruthie and Charlie had caught up to you, all of you walked into the party.

As the evening progressed, you found your earlier worries about attending the reunion had melted away. You knew that a lot of it had to do with Benny, who made it his main priority to see that you were taken care of. He was never gone away from your side for long, usually just to get a drink at the bar.

Whenever a slow song came up, Benny was the first one out of his chair with his hand out, asking you to dance. You always accepted with a smile, and the two of you headed for the dance floor. By the third dance, you realized that your feelings for Benny had definitely progressed beyond friendship. A part of you thought that maybe he felt the same for you. However, there was just as much possibility that he didn't. You also knew that if you didn't say something and soon, that you may regret it.

Benny could tell you had something on your mind. He hooked his index finger under your chin to peer into your hazel eyes. "Are you all right, chérie? You look like you're a million miles away," he observed.

You gave him a shy smile. "I'm fine, just thinking about how wonderfully this evening has turned out. And I have you to thank for it, Benny," you replied. Now was your chance, as the song was ending. "There was something that I wanted to tell you," you started. Your eyes shifted only to catch sight of the girl Eric took to prom instead of you. Tracy Anderson, head cheerleader, student class president, Miss I'm-Great-at-Everything-I-Ever-Do.

"And what is that?" he asked, tightening his embrace and drawing you closer.

A feeling of panic swept over you and you couldn't tell him how you felt right then. "I-I'll be right back," you stammered and ran off towards the ladies' room. Benny stared after you, not quite understanding what just happened. He walked back to the table and sat down to wait for you.

Once in the bathroom, you paced back and forth trying to collect yourself and your thoughts. Can't believe you chickened out, you scolded yourself. So what if she's here? Eric was a jerk to ditch you at prom. He didn't care about you, but Benny does, you explained. Now, get out there and tell him how you feel while you still have the chance, you ordered yourself, smiling in the mirror.

You walked into one of the stalls to get some toilet paper to fix your make up. At that moment, Tracy Anderson and two of her friends walked in. You closed the stall door before they could see you.

"Hey did you see who was here? That girl who Eric asked to prom as a joke," one of them giggled.

"Yeah, I saw her. That guy she's with? He's the head bartender at Rocky's Bar. Oooh, he's so cute! And have you heard him talk? Love his accent, how he says 'darlin' and 'sweetheart' all the time," another girl said. "You don't seriously think they're dating, do you?" she asked.

"Please, do you think he'd waste any of his time on the likes of her? She was such a nerd in high school, always reading and studying. She probably had to pay him to show up here with her so she wouldn't look so pathetic showing up alone. He's way out of her league," Tracy remarked. "Come on, girls, let's get back to the dance," Tracy ordered.

Looks like they remembered me after all, you thought. Every reason for not coming tonight was voiced by none other than the most popular girl in school. All of a sudden, you didn't feel well and decided to ask Benny to take you home. At least there, you could cry in peace and no one would care if your mascara ran all over your face.

You exited the restroom, but didn't notice that Benny was standing outside by the water fountain, waiting for you. He caught your arm and as you turned to face him, he knew something was wrong. "Hey, whoa, are you okay, chérie? You look upset," he said.

"I was headed back to the table to find you. Is it okay if you take me home? I'm feeling a little tired," you replied.

Sensing there was more to the story, but not wanting to press you, he agreed. Benny grabbed your shawl and draped it around your shoulders for you. He held out his arm and you slipped your hand around it, holding on dear life. Benny helped you into the car and started the drive back to your place.

Benny scrambled to think of something to keep the evening going. He knew that as soon as you walked in your front door, he would never know what happened tonight to upset you. "Do you mind if we take a little side trip before I take you home, darlin'?" he asked.

"If you want, you're the one driving," you answered absently.

Benny steered the car to a nearby park and drove to the top of a hill. He got out and ran around to your side to open your door. You leaned against the passenger side of the car, your arms folded across your chest. You looked up to see the millions of stars spread across the night sky.

As Benny stood next to you, he searched your face for some sort of clue as to what happened at the reunion. "What was it you wanted to tell me? Back when we were dancing, you said there was something, then you ran off to the ladies' room," he remarked.

"It's nothing, not important now," you responded softly, a single tear streaking down your face.

Benny moved to stand in front of you. His hand cupped your cheek and his thumb wiped away the tear. "Now come on, I don't believe that. There is something I wanted to tell you, though," he started. "We've been friends for a lot of years now, and you're pretty much my best friend. But seeing you tonight, I realized that I think of you as more than a friend. I'm falling for you, chérie, and I'm crashing hard."

You stood there, stunned at his admission. This was something straight out of your wildest dreams, that Benny felt the same for you as you did for him. "You are an incredible woman. You're smart, sassy, with a great sense of humor. You also have the biggest heart of anyone I've ever known. You're always there to help when someone needs it, and you are beautiful, inside and out," he finished.

"Benny, you are the most wonderful man I've ever met. You're sweet, handsome, romantic and I'm falling for you as well. That was what I wanted to tell you earlier, but I chickened out at the last minute. The reason I did doesn't matter any more, because you helped me to believe in love, that it can happen to me. I love you, Benny Lafitte," you declared.

Benny's face inched towards you until his lips swiftly captured yours in a kiss that seemed to imprint itself on your soul. Your hands slid up his chest until they locked behind his head and kept your mouths in constant contact. Benny's hands in turn started weaving through your hair, releasing it from the pins holding it in place. "Mon amour....comme tu es très jolie au clair de lune," Benny whispered.

"Mon cœur, je t'aime toujours," you responded.

Benny pulled back a little in surprise. "Since when do you speak French, ma belle fleur?" he asked in amusement.

"Since I met you," you said simply. "At first, I only wanted to know what you were saying, but now I get to tell you how I feel. Je t'aime toujours, Benny," you repeated.

"Je t'aime aussi, mon amour," he returned, just before his lips meshed with yours.

#benny lafitte #benny x reader #spn imagines #spn fluff

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etraytin · 4 years

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Quarantine, Day 186-187

September 13-14 It's been a couple of difficult days and I'm pretty tired, so who knows how long I will type tonight. It's funny, sometimes I start to journal and really get on a cathartic roll that makes me feel better, while other times I just pound out enough to let me feel I have done my job in chronicling my life for another day. And it's really hard to tell ahead of time which is going to be which.

Sunday was supposed to be the day when we finished the kiddo's room, but he got very little done even with my help. He melted down a couple of times throughout the day while I was trying to get him to do even a little work on his room, and then again at bedtime when he decided that he hated everything about the new bed and it was terrible. He wound up sleeping on the couch, which made my life more complicated because he did not want any noise or lights when he was sleeping on the couch. At least he did eventually go to sleep, I guess. I ended up snapping at him once when he didn't deserve it and had to apologize, and had to word my apology very carefully inside my head so it didn't come out sounding like "I'm sorry I'm at the end of my rope because you drove me crazy today" because that would be a pretty shitty apology. I think I said something about it being a long day and I was tired but I should not have snapped at him. We were okay then but I was frustrated at myself and the world in general.

Husband has been having some health issues lately as well, old problems acting up in new ways, worrying both of us and making it hard for him to get peaceful rest. He's seen a couple of doctors but they haven't been particularly responsive so far. My biggest line item for tomorrow is going to be goosing the doctor's office for the referral he needs, just so he can stop worrying! We could all use a few less worries.

Today we had the kiddo's annual checkup with the doctor, which we started prepping for on Friday. Last year's checkup was a DISASTER because I did not know there was going to be a blood test involved and the kiddo is not on board with needles any time for any reason. Today was better because he got over being upset on Friday and we spent the weekend building up the idea that it was going to be okay. Yesterday we spent some time finding funny Avatar: the Last Airbender meme compilations on YouTube so he would have something distracting to watch on my phone, and discussing how when it comes down to it, kitten claws are probably more painful than a flu shot, which he was also due for today.

Anyway, the needles today went all right, he did a very good job considering his level of needle anxiety. Anxiety was sort of the theme of the day actually; talking with the doctor about how he's been feeling and what's been going on, and how sometimes it seems so hard just to keep the kiddo on an even keel. The doctor, who is an excellent doctor and takes a lot of time during the annual checkup especially, said that he's heard a whole lot of this going around, and the pandemic has been incredibly hard on kids this year. We talked about everything we're already doing and some new things to try, and we're going to go back in a month. The visit was exhausting, but good I think. We celebrated with a trip to McDonalds, the kiddo's favorite treat.

Since by the time the appointment was over it was too late for class anyway, we headed straight down to the IKEA in Norfolk to do some room stuff shopping. Kiddo was in a much more rational mood about the new bed today when he wasn't so tired, and I sweetened the deal by helping him pick out some stuff for it. He got sheets for the bed, along with an incredibly fluffy faux-fur pillow that he adores and a string of little lights for the bedrail. We also talked about how we can make the ladder rungs more padded and less ouchy, as well as the possibility of doing what I always did with my loft bed and use other pieces of furniture (chair, dresser) as a step up ladder. Unfortunately, IKEA currently seems to be sold out of basically every kind of large dresser. We were hoping for a six-drawer MALM, but they were out of every color. Five drawer MALMs were gone too, as well as the similarly sized HEMES. They said they've been having a lot of problems with their supplier, and that they hoped to get some in at the end of next week. The tags we looked at on the floor said they were planning on being restocked September 13, which is yesterday, so I'm not super optimistic. Still, if we don't find something this week, I'll probably go back down there.

Despite this frustration, we were able to successfully get the office chair we badly needed, as well as a large assortment of odds and ends including Lilleplutt III. Lilleplutt is the name of Ikea's small-medium stuffed cat, an ideal fake mama for lonely kittens. Lilleplutt I did yeoman's work with Latte, one of my singleton fosters last year, while Lilleplutt II went into service with a tiny fuzzy feral baby we picked up in the street a couple months ago. Lilleplutt III will likely end up in a similar occupation, though in the meantime she will keep the kiddo company as part of his stuffed toy coterie. The IKEA restaurant was closed, bummer, but I at least took home some lingonberry jam.

After IKEA we ran across town and did the mystery shop that subsidized the gas for the trip to Norfolk. The kiddo is an old pro at mystery shopping now and is a little bit hilarious when he tries extra hard to be Friendly Local Child. He ended up getting most of our shared milkshake and was happy. There was surprisingly little traffic on the trip home, but after such a long day and a bunch of driving and shopping, I was very stressed out. Especially when Husband called and I realized that 24 cups of water had not been enough for the beans I was trying to slow simmer all day and they were ruined. Ugh, very disappointing!

But he had Taco Bell for dinner and the kiddo and I were full from shopping, so it was generally not terrible. We put the kiddo's new mattress up on the bed (it arrived in the mail yesterday but needed 24 hours to recover from its travels) and made it up with the new sheets. I put his fan on the old dresser to put it high enough to reach the bed, and we discovered that with the low-slung purpose-bought mattress, not only was there more room to move around, but he can sit on the bed with a couple inches of clearance to the ceiling and has basically no risk of rolling over the bedframe and off the bed. He actually went to sleep in his bed tonight, hurrah!

I guess this is one of the nights where talking things through was helpful. There's a lot going on and it makes sense to be stressed out, no matter what my brain tries to tell me about being lazy and not doing enough stuff. I'm going to try and take the advice I keep giving the kiddo and get some sleep. Tomorrow is another busy day and I think we'll all need it.

#quarantine #anxiety #ikea #foster kittens #parenting

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alloveroliver · 5 years

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Zeta x MC |Alice| “Irrevocably.”

Smut/Angst: Zeta Oswald

F/F Cradle Citizen Alice AU: Alice meets Zeta right out of high school. WC: 2,284

Ikemen Revolution Fanfic

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Zeta’s legs tremble under my touch. She slips her small hand through my hair, coaxing me on with her sweet moans. I allow my tongue to add more pressure to her bundle of nerves, licking in long strokes to make her lose herself.

Her hand falters in my hair as she leans back in the plush chair. Her essence tastes sweet on my tongue the longer I pleasure her dripping core. My hand moves from holding her thigh open towards her pussy. Using just my middle finger, I enter her slick entrance. Hooking my finger against her sensitive patch, she whimpers out a strangled version of my name.

With ease, I let my finger slip in and out of her while my tongue circles diligently over her pink clit. I had no idea how much time we had left, but I was willing to make the most of it while we could. The door remained locked behind me, but I couldn’t help but feel the dread of knowing her parents hold the key to enter at any time.

Pushing past her family's disapproval of us, I added a second finger. Her beautiful moans fill the room, more dainty than anyone else I’ve ever been with. Her essence quickly coated my fingers the more aroused she became.

Letting my tongue trace around her slit tenderly, I looked up at her. The hallway beyond the door was silent still, but I never dropped my guard. Her short brown hair naturally waved at the ends and brushed against her bare shoulders. My earlier kisses left her blouse askew, revealing her chest with just a few loose buttons.

“I love you, Zeta.” I kept fingering her but kissed her quaking thigh. “I always will.”

Her beautiful voice mewled while she cupped my cheek. “I love you too, Alice. More than words could ever describe.”

My lip trembled with emotion. I moved back down to Zeta's core and sucked hard on her clit, trying desperately to distract myself from the tears that threatened to fall. I was going to miss her more than anything in this world.

“Mmm,” Zeta arched her back off the chair. “I’m close!”

My heart sank at how loudly she cried out. Someone could hear us if they were to walk by and that terrified me. The office was dim, with small particles of dust floating in the few streams of sunlight that cut through the thick blinds, giving us a false sense of hope we wouldn’t be found.

“Cum for me, babe,” I whispered, thrusting my fingers faster. I added pressure to her clit with my tongue, just the way she liked it, to help bring about her climax.

Zeta’s moan ripped through the air. Her legs shook next to my head while her pussy throbbed sensually on my tongue. Her walls flexed around my fingers, and I playfully scissored them through her ecstasy.

Her chest heaved, making her breast more tempting than ever. I reached my free hand up and cupped the swell of her chest. She was so beautiful, even losing control like this. How was that any fair? I would never find anyone else on this planet as goddess-like as she, and I knew it.

“Alice-” She pushed her chest into my hand as her orgasm slowed. I rubbed her cute nipples between my fingers until she stopped writhing and began jolting.

“Another?” I joke, licking her overstimulated clit. She jerks and lets out a panting laugh.

“No,” She tried to catch her breath. “If there is another time in here, it would be you cuming in my hand.”

I swallowed thickly. Her innocent face didn’t match the lustful words that ever left her mouth. Walking past her on the street, seeing her sweet smile, you would never know such sensuous words could ever touch her tongue. I loved this about her, how she could look so innocent then lean in and whisper the most naughty things to me.

“I just want to kiss you,” I admitted, standing up and closing her legs slowly. I fixed her skirt, pulling it back down to her knees and leaned in.

With her essence on my tongue, I pressed my mouth to her plump lips. Her violet eyes were still hazed from her pleasurable pinnacle as she softly closed them to meld her mouth to mine. My fingers traced her breast before moving her button up shirt to cover them. With my tongue teasing the seam of her lips, I began to button her blouse closed slowly.

I fixed her shirt over her exposed shoulder and slid the last button into place. “There.” I traced the clasp slowly.

“Please… Don’t make that face.” Zeta warned. “We’re together now. We should think of only this moment and how happy we are.”

I tried to invent a small smile, but I couldn't be like her. All I could think of was the future. A future in where she wasn’t with me. My heart throbbed with pain, and I slipped into her lap. Zeta wrapped her arms around me and placed a kiss atop my forehead.

“We can still send and receive letters.” She pushed my bangs away from my forehead.

“I know, and I will write to you frequently. I promise you that.”

“Good. I will do the same.” Her face lit up with a gorgeous smile, and I melted into a puddle. “The years will go by faster than we know it,”

Years. I wished I was dreaming all this was happening, but I knew better. Her parents wanted her to take over their flower shop. However, Zeta would have to share the funds with her whole family that worked there. She would have to support her parents and all her siblings while barely scraping by for herself.

“If I could go with you… I would.” I wrapped my arms around her neck and hugged her tight.

“I know, love… I know.” She lightly scratched my scalp, soothing me against her chest.

Working to support her family was something she was willing to live with. They were aware that she might marry one day, and her new husband would take her away. But, until then Zeta was to do everything she could to support them.

One thing they didn’t bet on, was me — a woman working part-time at a confectionary in the middle of town. I lived alone in a small apartment, not really big enough for two people. I couldn’t support her solely even if I tried. I loved my job, but I never wished to be someone other than myself so much in my life.

To be able to support her as she became my wife. To spoil her rotten like she deserved. I wished, for the first time in my life, to be something I’m not. I let out a long sigh and rested my eyes. Her fingers sent soothing vibes through my body, allowing me to relax. I wished we could stay like this forever in one another's arms.

When Zeta’s parents found out about us, in the worst way possible, it threw a wrench in their plans. Our nude bodies rolling together under the sheets in her room was the last thing they expected Zeta and her new ‘friend’ to be doing when she told them of me.

It was the last thing I thought I would be doing too. I had no idea my feelings were reciprocated for her, but I didn't regret it for a moment, not until now that is. They didn’t approve. In fact, her father physically tore us apart while her mother cried in the doorway. It was traumatic enough for both of us to keep away from each other for months.

I had no idea what Zeta’s parents planned for her life before she met me. The fact that I wasn’t a man, or that I didn’t have a job to support her made me a useless speed bump they had to overcome.

I leaned over and kissed Zeta’s cheek. Her hair fell away and the scent of flowers populated my nose. The floral scent was soothing and unique to her. It was a fresh smell mixed with a clean hint of soap. Her scent wasn’t bottled and sprayed on her but absorbed through her environment working at the flower shop for so many years.

My heart ached to wonder what she would smell like after having her nose buried in books, far away from flowers for so long. Would she let her hair grow longer due to her busy schedule? Would she… meet someone new? Someone who didn’t complicate her life like I did?

I swallowed my pride and took a deep breath. “If you meet someone you like better… I don’t want you to feel tied down to me…” Hot tears burned the corners of my eyes as I buried my face in her shirt.

“I wasn’t planning on breaking up with you.” Zeta’s voice grew thick laced with sadness. “Is that w- Do you want to break up?” An awkward air settled around us, but we kept one another in a warm embrace.

“I-” I didn’t want to break up, no. I wanted to steal her away and elope with her on the beaches of the north isles and buy a cottage in the mountains to the south. We could live off the land as we learned to grow vegetables and live as freely as she deserved. “I wish for you to be happy.” I choked out.

“Being happy is being with you.” A ghost of a sob shook her chest. I hadn’t realized she was holding back tears.

“I don’t want to tie you down to me. I want you to be free and happy.”

“No! You aren't an anchor to me. You are freedom.” She cupped my face and pointed my gaze up to hers. Our watery eyes met just as keys jingled in the hallway.

“Shit! They’re here.” I jumped out of her lap, but it was too late.

Her father stood in the doorway, filling the width with his massive body. I barely managed to make it out of her lap, but the scent of sweat and sex that filled the small space would give our other activities away.

“Get away from her!” He yelled.

I gulped, holding Zeta’s hand tight as I took a step back.

“Dad! Relax, we were just saying goodbye.” Zete rolled her eyes, wiping her tears with the back of her long sleeve shirt.

“Hurry up and say it, then leave. We already packed the carriage full of your things. You leave now.” He stepped into the room and moved away from the doorway for me to leave.

Would she still want me after being the reason she was torn away from her family for years? After she realizes I’m not worth all this trouble, will she resent me? I bit my lip and rubbed the back of her knuckles with my thumb.

“Alice!” Zeta yelled as her father took a step into the room.

Zeta hugged me to her body. I watched her father roll his eyes while I wrapped my arms around her as well.

“I love you. I love you, I love you.” Zeta chanted in my ear.

“I love you, too.” A sob wracked my chest.

Her family was ready to send her off to college if it meant we wouldn’t see each other anymore. Her father was furious and refused to explain to anyone we met why Zeta and I would hold hands.

“Get your friend out of here. I don’t want her on my property.”

“Girlfriend.” Zeta corrected for the thousandth time.

Another set of footsteps moved to the doorway. I thought it was her mother by the quiet presence. Instead, I saw her older brother gazing into the room.

“I got this, dad.” Sirius clapped his father on the shoulder and guided him out of the room. “I have a good handle on it.”

Sirius stood a few inches taller than his father, more slender yet still gave off the same vibe as being able to kill someone with their bare hands.

“Mom is upset about her daughter leaving, why don’t you go comfort her. I will make sure Alice gets home safe.”Siris reassures, never taking his hand off his father's shoulder.

Zeta hugged me harder while her father dragged his feet out of the room. Sirius rubbed his hands together and nodded.

“Zeta, I will escort her home when you’re ready to leave.”

“I can go now.” I rubbed her back. “I don’t want you to miss your carriage and get to the campus too late. Traveling takes a lot out of you, and you need to unpack a bit when you get there.”

Zeta nodded, tears clouding her beautiful amethyst eyes. I pushed a piece of her hair behind her ear and cupped her cheek.

Sirius turned away as I pressed a delicate kiss to her lips. It was short but passionate.

“You’re right.” She laughed through a sob. I wiped a rushing tear off her cheek with my thumb. Another tear fell, and I kissed it away. Too many tears were shed due to this situation. I couldn’t take it anymore. I kissed the next tear that fell, and another until our lips met again.

This kiss lingered, making me dizzy due to the way she held my body in her hands. Our lips slanted together, and my mind went blank. Somehow, despite the family drama, this moment was absolute bliss.

So beautiful, so charming, gracious and kind. Zeta was everything I ever wanted, but everything that I couldn’t have.

I am still out of the country, but I hope you like my Zeta fic! I love my idea of Zeta so much and I wish we could have more content for her XD Zeta route when?!

#ikemen revolution #zeta oswald #zeta x mc #sirius oswald #ikemen revolution fan fic #smut

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steve0discusses · 6 years

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Yugioh S2 Ep 44-45: Kaiba Hallucinates a Dead Woman and Then no One Talked About it???

So, for the record, I am writing a little bit to the future here because I did make a little bit of buffer. And this episode had a Hella Random Thing in it and I just want y’all to know I try to create an authentic reading experience--although it’s not like a blind riffing, I clearly watched each episode twice to make the caps and write all this stuff--and I do it one episode at a time so you get a somewhat close to a realistic live cap experience, but like, believe me when I say I did not see this coming.

At all.

And if any of you were watching this at home and saw this happening then you are lying OR you have been writing a very creative fanfic and this fever dream was also shared by that one guy on this writing staff who really really really stans Seto Kaiba. Lets dive into it, shall we?

Things start out pretty normal, as we are yet tucking another hospitalized person into Kaiba’s floating coma ward.

I’m starting to notice that this room also has sheets which just means when they got to Bakura, they just didn’t feel like tucking that nasty boy in. They looked at him covered in blood and grime and whatever other sweaty layers are all over Bakura and were like “None of us like Kaiba, but we don’t want to do that to his linens.”

And then the episode starts with Joey literally saying this

Now in the actual line of the show, Serenity stayed behind because she wanted to be strong for Mai, a lady she looked up to so much for all of 3 hours. She also said that her brother’s strength inspired her to have the courage to stay well below deck and whatever the hell nonsense was going on up there.

I mean courage is a word you could use to describe it, I would just call it common sense.

Also, look at this Christmas miracle.

I like that someone on the animation team was like “How else are they going to know that Mai isn’t wearing the disk? Draw it on the table. We have to.” and then bam there it is. That is one super random detail.

(more under the cut)

At the top of the blimp, they’ve decided to give Marik a little bit more space.

The Yuge crew must’ve looked at this situation and been all “I can stand next to Marik, or I can appear to root for Kaiba.” And they made their choice.

Below deck we get to see one of my favorite things, that’s right, it’s fake UI for TV shows.

these look like windows you pull up in Maya when you’re trying to find the right vertex or something. Maybe that’s what inspired all this? I dunno, it’s very silly that he would need the same image of a card twice, and that he would need one flipped and in wireframe. Especially since all they're doing is translating a language.

Or maybe he’s just been dogging Kaiba for half an hour before this episode started? Who knows, but honestly, I kinda have to side with Kaiba on this one, moving Mai would be a bad choice since there’s doctors--right there--but like...they should land the blimp though. Like the blimp with a murderer on it maybe needs to land at some point?

But never mind that, there’s cards to be played.

Or...not played.

It takes Ishizu so long to show up that Roland almost cancelled the game and I was so ready to not have to watch a card duel. I was so ready for that to be the canonical end of Ishizu but of course that didn’t happen.

PS, Marik is permanently glowing now.

Kaiba still doesn’t believe in magic and this guy has a constant third eye. So did Yugi all of last duel and Kaiba was just like “I don’t get your weird fashion” and tbh that’s a fair assumption to make.

To be fair, they probably only have once source of not cursed jewelry living underground, and it’s probably why their so matchy-matchy. Like, we all have that one Aunt (I was that one Aunt for a little while) with an Etsy shop and way too much inventory that they just give away to family every birthday and holiday. Judging by how much jewelry these two are wearing, their one Aunt isn’t doing so hot selling her merch.

Anyway, Marik’s good side makes an attempt to reach out and it doesn’t get him very far.

Honestly, when you look at it, there’s more people here from Kaiba’s extremely close school class than there is from the Ishtar family. And they don’t even know that Odion is also related. Sort of calling the kettle black here.

Again, ancient Egyptian Samurai with Yugioh cards would have been one hell of a spinoff with so many problems, where is that anime?

So, the game begins, between a mostly-neutral-antagonist and a protagonist who has done nothing but lock herself in her room in the dark for about 1/4 of a season. I have literally no idea who I’m supposed to be rooting for. Neither does anyone on the show.

Things went about as well as you’d expect dueling a psychic, because Kaiba has learned absolutely nothing from dueling Pegasus.

*Mokuba still has the whistle*

Anyway, because Ishizu can read the future, she knew she’d be going up against a dude who relies on very big strong dragons, so she straight up removed every strong card from his deck, leaving only six cards.

It’s at this point that he only really has one option, to play a Blue Eyes White dragon, which he had in his hand still, or to play the God Card Obelisk which I think was still on field? Again I don’t pay too much attention to the duels but the big thing is that he’s gonna use Obelisk, so Ishizu cursed it so it would hella kill him.

Much like any of the God Cards have done thus far. The worst cards. These are the worst cards and at this point no one should want them anymore. But youknow, hubris.

This is all pretty run of the mill since every time Kaiba duels, he gets hella dunked on, but then...this happens out of absolutely no where.

WHAT?

SHOW.

The least dateable guy in Yugioh!? How is it Kaiba--a past version of him mind you--but a shirtless Kaiba who’s got some lady draped across his arms like he’s gotta model for the cover of a Harlequin romance novel for old ladies? Which...I can arrange that.

Why--out of all of these boys, was it this one that has something the most resembling a fully formed relationship? More so than Tristan, more so than Yugi, more so than whatever was going on with Joey last episode.

What!?

WHAT?

This came out of no where like a jump scare!

And like, here’s the thing, if Kaiba was your slice of pie from the weird ass hair dessert tray that is Yugioh’s selection of husbands, that’s fine. Ship away. But like, imagine with me here, you have a boyfriend--and if you don’t like boys that only adds to this experience--you have a boyfriend and he has the most normal hair of anyone you know, and that’s really great. But his voice ALWAYS sounds like he’s announcing an NBC cop drama. Like you’re eating dinner and he’s like “Can we watch the food channel?” like he’s solid snake.

You’d kill him. You’d kill him way before you end up dead draped across his arms in some weird flashback. You’d straight up kill him.

Sorry, I just made him a lot more attractive for half of you. Whatever, my plan backfired.

But, despite...how...he is, now Seto has one of the most tragic of all the relationships on this show, up there with Pegasus and his dead wife. And so like, I turned to my bro and was like “WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT WHAT JUST HAPPENED??”

Cuz this show that has very, very little dating in it. A show that has had no physical kissing unless you count that time Pegasus macked a ghost. A show where someone almost got married to someone they never dated in their life and they shrugged it off. A show that had Mai and Joey friendzoning the hell out of eachother rather than admit any sort of crush. A show where Tea and Yugi went on a date but then I guess forgot that happened 20 episodes ago and are now in permanent friend limbo. (Tea and Yugi so far having the most realistic dating experience tbh.)

This is just straight up here’s a picture of past Seto, and his dead wife is here too, no explanation! Have fun digesting that!

(wouldn’t have noticed they forgot to finish Yugi’s necklace if I hadn’t done the cap. hm. So fast I blinked and missed it until I wrote this copy.)

And like, I’m making it seem in these caps as if these characters talked about what I just witnessed in any degree and straight up they didn’t. Of course they didn’t. Kaiba didn’t want to discuss this crazy ass thing that happened. Just me. I am the only one that’s talking about this in 2019. Just me.

So I turn to my bro and was like “you have to tell me what just happened” and bro was like

“Sorry to disappoint you but...I’m pretty sure that dead girl never comes up again.” and then he kind of continued “I’m pretty sure Kaiba sacrificed his one true love in order to get his Blue Eyes.” and I realized “Bro, is this just a headcanon you made up? Are you telling me your spicy Seto Kaiba fanfic as if it’s true just like that one time you told me that Yugi’s Grandpa ate a guy in Egypt and I believed you for 30 episodes?” and bro was like “Mmmmmm It’s probably a headcanon. I’m pretty sure they dropped Kaiba’s dead girlfriend plotline completely off the face of the Earth. Like a LOT of plotlines from s2, Rach, don’t get attached.”

So, because Kaiba believes that his.......dragon.......told him to play a dragon, Kaiba sacrifices his Obelisk to play a dragon--thus removing the Obelisk curse.

So if it’s strongly suggested that Kaiba’s love for this dragon is youknow, an equivalent to the devotion you would have a for a dead wife you have cradled in your arms, then -- has Kaiba been dating this dragon the whole time? Is that what the show just seriously suggested to me with this juxtaposition? Because I am an illustrator and if I wanted to make someone look like they had an intense and complicated relationship with a playing card, that is how I would draw it. Just saying.

And like for serious, how is it that Yugioh keeps writing it’s own fanfic? Like, is this dragon infused with the spirit of his dead wife? Is that why his reincarnation has this weird fixation with the Blue Eyes White Dragon? OMG this is absolutely ridiculous, I can’t believe I’m considering that Kaiba was literally married to what is now his paper card of a dragon. Of which he has 3 of.

Clearly I am thinking way too much about this.

I mean to be fair, Kaiba did save Tea that one time. He also took out a helicopter and a crane at the same time but Tea was just fine.

Oh boy.

That was so freakin random. Well...I’m glad that Kaiba got back together with the dragon. They had sort of a breakup at the beginning of the season and now KaibaxDragon is back in full swing. Good for them.

This was the only guy smart enough not to play a God Card, PS. This guy. I guess if Seto fell in a plot coma the entire tourney would be essentially over, so...it had to happen this way.

But dead wife, amiright?

Here’s a link to read from S1 Ep1

And PS in case you don’t know about the Billionaires and Baby’s books that have--I swear to you, like 400 books in the series--please admire the billionaires and babies books. Never read them. But I like to spread the news of these completely insane and real book covers wherever I go.

#Yugioh #yugioh recap #photo recap #s2 ep44 #s2 ep45 #seto kaiba #seto kaiba's dead wife #yugi muto #did I mention that seto kaiba has a freakin dead wife #joey wheeler #how do you just glaze over seto kaiba's dead wife omg #serenity wheeler #ishizu ishtar #tristan taylor #duke devlin #mai valentine #marik ishtar

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 6 years

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COTW - 27 update

Moving Viren into his old room was more work than Eren thought it'd be. Hanji had left in a huff before they'd come out of the bathroom, but that was thanks to Erwin telling her she should take Anna home. Anna had left him a hand drawn card, congratulating him on Rei and telling him to get well soon so they could play again. Or at least that's what he got from her 4 year old pensmanship. Erwin and Mike made easy work of dismantling his old bed, the room soon freed from the ocean shades Levi had decked it in for him. Everything loose of his was moved to Levi's room for sorting, the tiny dolphin Levi had purchased for him so long ago, barely survived Mike and Erwin's less than gentle technique of emptying the room... and he may have screamed at them over it... and his books... his books barely survived his son. He'd never asked Levi why he kept the TV cabinet empty, but he'd never been more grateful for it as his alpha stashed books there for him. He didn't want to think about leaving their apartment, yet, somehow he's accumulated more than he'd realised. He'd already moved a lot of stuff to Hanji's when he was preparing to leave, and if he was to bring all that back, then... then there'd be no room at all. Especially when most of it was things he did want to bring back. Their family photos. Soft toys. Clothes. It was a few hours later that they actually got to sit down and go through things for Viren's room and the nursery. Since having Rei "removed", his appetite had come back. His already thin frame had grown thinner, despite eating everything he was supposed and ribs were painfully visible as his body readjusted to the space caused by his son being born. Demolishing six pieces of toast without thinking about it, he was curled into Levi who balanced his laptop in his lap. First thing they did was choosing a new single bed for Viren, which Eren wanted to be wood given wood lasted longer than that laminated crap they made most children's things from. Choosing bed with shelves at the top, they were a little more expensive than he would have liked, but they'd make up for the initial cost with the years of use they'd see. Peppering kisses to his cheek each time he moved, Levi made everything so easy, that he found himself crying against his mate. Eren couldn't stomach the idea of red sheets for their son, so they got blue and white... even if white wasn't the most kid friendly colour. Blankets would come from theirs, Eren liked the idea of this son being surrounded by their scents... and he had a lot of suitable blankets... maybe more than a lot. He had enough to rival a brand name store, though the one Levi had gifted him for the Christmas been, would always, always remain in number one position. Finding things for premie-pups was hard, and unreasonably expensive. It wasn't as if they needed everything at once, but things like bottle nipples were stupidly priced. It made their earlier shopping seem like child's play, and again came the tears and anger over it all. Discarding the laptop, he was pulled into Levi's lap. His husband gentle as he reassured him everything would be ok. It might be "ok" but it didn't feel great. Calling Erwin to make sure he and Mike were fine with Viren, Levi helped him change clothes into something a little more hospital appropriate, before insisting on carrying him down to the car. It was nice to be so close to his husband, but frustrating that he needed Levi like he did. His mate still wasn't as soft and purry as cuddling into another omega would be, but the attention was nice. Especially attention about the things that didn't remind him he'd fucked up the pregnancy. * Eren was still all over the place, but his husband's face lit up once he saw Rei. They might not be able to touch him, but they were able to talk about their son's upcoming surgery, the tiny pup finally strong enough to handle it, and by this time the follow week, he'd be tumour free... though they also would be operating on the pups bowel, as there were further complications from the growth that had become evident now Rei was toileting. Eren was too confused to keep up, but he was also enamoured with their son, everything bouncing off him as he talked to the little pup. Spending until the end of visiting times with their baby boy, Eren was quite as they left. Climbing into the car, Levi placed his hand on Eren's "What are you thinking?" "About much I wanted to hold him... I didn't understand what they were saying about the surgery, can you explain it to me, when we get home?" "Yeah... of course. I thought you were acting quiet" "I didn't want to interrupt, and I really didn't want to be thinking about his surgery, not with him laying there" "He's doing good, Eren. He's putting weight on, his vitals are doing better. I know it hurts, but he's doing so much better now, like you are" "You're right... it sucks to hear it" Levi laughed softly "We'll figure this out" "I feel like you keep saying that" "Because we will. It's pretty late now, what do you want to do for dinner?" "I don't feel like cooking. Can we pick something up on the way home?" "Are you up to that?" "People. Eyes, and staring... not really, but I can stay in the car" "Are you sure?" "Yeah... I could probably use some time to cry stuff out..." "I can drop you at the apartment, if you'd prefer?" Eren shook his head, turning his hand to interlace their fingers together "No. When we get home, I want to shut the world out again. I want you and Viren, and cuddles with both of you..." "You and those cuddles. You might even get belly rubs" "Belly rubs would be nice. And cuddles with you two are the best part of the day" "Then we should head home. Do you want to send Erwin a text? Let him know we're headed home soon?" "No. Not really... if they're having fun with Viren, I don't want to disturb that. And we're not even bringing him home a cookie. You're a genius distracting him with them" He'd only started buying their son cookies because he seemed to enjoy them so much. He didn't really think of it as distracting him, but now that he did, he might as well hide his awkwardness by agreeing "Well, if we brought one home for him, it wouldn't be the same. I just didn't want him associating the hospital with bad things" "That's what makes you a genius..." "Really? I thought I was pretty smart about falling in love with you" "I don't know..." "I do. What do you feel like eating?" "Food. I'm not really sure, but your kid is hungry" "For meat?" Eren let out something close to a giggle "Fuck... well, I wouldn't say no. But I want it dead and well cooked" "My meat doesn't like the sound of that" "Then it's a good thing we won't be eating you. Isn't there a shopping centre around here?" "Yeah. On the way home. Why?" "I was thinking we could get a few things, so we don't have to cook tomorrow..." This could work... "Lee? You just went from all frowny and wrinkly, want to tell me why?" "I was just thinking about a certain omega who has a certain birthday tomorrow" "You're supposed be thinking about food" "I am. And you..." "You're not eating me" He definitely wouldn't say no to that, but Eren was still bleeding from the birth. Not that he minded, but Eren did "I didn't say I was... anyway, I have a plan of action now, and all you have to do is let me do this" "You're going to anyway" "You know me so well" "Well, I am your husband" "The best husband in the world" "No, that's definitely you... can we go now? I'm starting too think" "We can't have that" "You're an arsehole" "I thought I was the best husband?" "You're both" "And you're my Bright Eyed, Shitty Brat" "I'm starting to really like "bright eyes"" "Bright Eyes it is... oooh. Oh. Do you have a map, because I'm getting lost I your eyes" Eren groaned at him "You get stabbed once, and they never let you live it down" "Nope" Hitting up the shopping centre, Levi was able to make up for his forgetfulness... Picking out several different types of cuisine in the food hall, his arms were laden once he made it back to the RangeRover. He'd picked up presents for Eren's birthday, from both him and Viren, as well as everything he needed to make his omega a birthday cake. Though not happy with himself for forgetting in the first place, he now had a new plan for Eren's birthday. Eren was crying when he climbed into the car, but that was what he'd expected. His omega had said he needed to cry, so Levi didn't try to comfort him, despite how uncomfortable his alpha was over it. Reaching the apartment building, Eren shook off his offer for help, leaving him to collect the shopping from the back as Eren waited for him near the elevator. All his husband did was give him a raised eyebrow at the numerous bags of shopping. Heading up to their apartment, the rest of the night was spent in the company of Erwin, as Eren insisted it was polite to feed him for helping out with moving the things out his old bedroom. Once dinner was done, Erwin took the hint and left. Levi doing bathtime with Viren while Eren went about remaking their bed. Thanks to his turbulent mood and sleepiness, Eren headed to bed with Viren straight over the boy's bath. Levi receiving a sleepy promise for cuddles when he came to bed, but as tempting as it was, the pair of them heading to bed early gave him time to prepare everything for Eren's birthday surprise. * Woken to the sound of his phone ringing, Eren answered without checking who it was. A wake up call from Floch on his birthday wasn't the nicest of wake ups, but it was nice to know he'd be back on the stand on the fourth of April, for the last time. Assuring Floch he was fine to take the stand, he hung up feeling oddly ok with it. Both sides would be questioning him, but that was it. Once it was done, he was done... so maybe it wasn't a horrible birthday present? at all. "Who was that?" Mumbling against his nape, Levi nuzzled into him "Floch. I'm due in court on the fourth, but that's it. Once it's over, I won't have to go back" "Mmm... that's good" "That's what I thought. I nearly hung up on him when I realised who it was" "I would have... what's the time?" "Something stupid. I have to pee, but Viren's on my stomach" Levi groaned, extracting himself from behind him. Eren missing the warmth once he was gone "He's not supposed to be" "He's sleeping. He didn't mean to... let's leave him sleeping" "Can you slide out from under him?" "Yeah..." With the grace of a drunk ninja, Eren moved Viren off him while Levi supported him. Creeping out their room, Levi took him by the hand and drew him into the bathroom. Eren pushed lightly against the door as Levi's lips found his. Surprised by the deep kiss, he returned it sleepily, Levi laughing softly as their teeth scraped and brought the kiss to an end "Happy Birthday" "Mmm... thank you" "I've got something planned, but I was thinking we could shower together" "Levi. I said I didn't want to do anything" "I know, but this is your 25th birthday and your first birthday as my husband..." "So?" "What do you mean so? It's your birthday and we're going to celebrate. I know you're hurting and you're still figuring everything out, but I want today to be about you" "The last 5 months have been about me" "If it was our birthdays, you'd go above and beyond. I want to start the day right. Starting with a bath" "Am I allowed to bath?" "There's this wonderful thing called a waterproof dressing. I stocked up yesterday" "Only on dressings?" He hadn't meant to sound so suggestive, but the smile Levi gave him was worth it "Oh. I got plenty, and intend to be a pretty bad daddy, but for now..." Levi stole a quick kiss, before pushing off the door and walking to the bath "We're going to take a bath, then you're going to let me spoil you" Whatever Levi had planned was still a mystery when they climbed out the bath. Mentioning his breasts felt full, Levi helped him express... and then jerked then both off. Sleepy all over again, he was ushered off to sleep while Levi got Viren up and ready. So far, he wasn't going to complain, though he really wished he knew what was coming. His anxieties were already starting to blow things out of proportion in his mind, and ruining the start of his birthday for him without his permission. Falling back to sleep, it didn't seem that long before tiny fingers were being shoved up his nose and in his eyes "Mum! Mum. Mum. Mum. Mum. Muuuuum. Mummy. Wake up!" "I'm awake baby..." "Daddy, what do I say?" "Happy birthday" Eren snorted, grabbing Viren's hand before he could further acquaint it with his nose "Happy Berfday" Close enough "Thanks, baby..." "We made breakfast and he's pretty excited over it" "I'm getting up. I feel like I just fell asleep" "You were out for about an hour. Anyway. I've got your clothes ready, and I'll do your shoes for you" "Shoes?" They were leaving the apartment?! What the hell was going on... he told Levi he didn't want to leave the apartment and that he just wanted to spend a quiet day at home with his husband and son "Yeah. Don't look so worried" "Muuuuuum! Cake!" "Cake? Levi... what did you do?" "Viren helped" "Lee, you can't pin this on our son" "I can, when it gets me off the hook. Trust me, it's nothing too strenuous" "I wanted to stay home" "I know you did, but this is nice too" Mumbling over his husband, Eren climbed out of bed. He better not have planned something huge, or with their friends. He didn't want a fuss made of his birthday... They'd made a fuss last year because of Marco roping Hanji into it. Sitting on the dining table was a chocolate cake with toddler sized fingerprints in the cream icing. Levi would have made sure it was perfect, before letting Viren help, or cover the top with rainbow sprinkles in this case. Taking his usual seat at the table, Eren smiled at his two loves "Viren, did daddy let you help?" "He said it wasn't colourful enough" Levi sounded pouty. His hard work upset by a three year old "It's perfect. Thank you, both" "Cake!" Holding onto the edge of the table, Viren grinned at the cake "I take it we're having cake for breakfast?" "Yeah. Viren saw the cake and that was that" "That's why you do the cake last" "I couldn't. I had to get things ready while you rested" "I wouldn't have minded helping" "That ruins the whole plan... let me get the candles" "We don't..." "Eren. You're getting candles" Viren helped blow out the candles, before Levi presented him with presents. Not expecting all of this, he couldn't help but tear up. Viren wanting to know if he was crying over the cake, while Levi was trying to keep the toddler from crying by bribing him with the first piece. It was all so terribly domestic, that it was perfect. Leaving Viren to Levi, Eren went about opening the first present, which he promptly left half unwrapped, before hiding it from prying eyes. Scowling at Levi, his husband just smiled happily "I told you I feel like being a bad dad" That didn't mean Levi needed to gift him vibrating nipple clamps and a remote vibe... "Don't worry, everything else is age suitable" "You could have gifted this to me earlier, or when we were alone" "Where's the fun in that. Besides, there's more where that came from" Oh fuck... "Just open your presents" "I don't get to cut my cake?" "You're the one who knows how this birthday thing goes better than I do" "Lee. Seriously? How many time have I told you about cutting the cake. You get to make a wish. You don't cut all the way through on the first cut or your wish doesn't come true" "I know, but seeing you get so worked up is adorable" "Well sometimes not getting a mention in my wish" "I don't want to know. If you say it out loud, it won't come true" "Fine. Now let me cut the cake before Viren has a tantrum" Cutting his cake, Eren wished for the safety of his pup during birth, and that Rei's surgery would be successful... and of course, that he could be with Levi forever. Opening the rest of his gifts, his husband had worked fast. He'd gifted him an "R" for his charm bracelet, a few books, a voucher for a mani-pedi and some face cream. Viren gifted him scented bath oils and bath bombs, with a huge blue towel that looked more like a blanket. His son disappointed at the lack of things to play with, while Eren was pretty happy. The face cream set was his favourite brand, as were the bath oils and bath bomb... Levi might have played it down, but to him it meant a lot, because it meant that Levi had actually payed attention to the things he liked... even if to Levi, they weren't practical gifts. After cake for breakfast, Levi did his shoes for him and Eren was whisked away from the apartment. * Levi was feeling pretty invincible. Eren might have been playing nice over leaving the apartment, but the moment his omega put two and two together, he'd been buzzing with excitement. They were heading to the Aquarium... and it was Viren's first time going there. Hanji had mentioned things like visiting the zoo and the aquarium with the kids, but Eren would be disappointed over not being there to see Viren drinking everything in, in wonder. Having not seen Armin in a few years, he'd totally forgotten they'd first run into the blond alpha behind the reception desk. Standing there, he couldn't place him, until Armin joyously called out Eren's name, and Eren stuttered out Armin's. Not shying away, the pair dissolved into conversation and that was that. Armin discounted their tickets, waving them through happily and promising to catch up with them later. It was just like the first time they were there, but this time, instead of him teaching Eren the letters and words, Eren was teaching their son... to which Levi may have shed a few small tears over. He was so fucking proud. Both Eren and Viren were in awe of everything, Eren shooting him small, and happy glances as they brushed hands, or bumped sides. He hadn't known if Eren would enjoy being forced out the house, or made to walk, but by taking it slow Eren's mood never dropped. Armin joined them for lunch, and Levi found out that his husband and the blonde alpha had been in contact off and on. He'd heard Eren was pregnant, but not about the complications, which Eren didn't mention. Viren was over the moon as Armin had brought gifts with him. Simple promo items like pens and stickers, but there was also a stuffed dolphin and their son decided that he and the dolphin were sharing their lunch while the adults talked. Stopping by the gift shop, Levi swore it was the same as last time. Eren shooed him off to shop with Viren, while his omega happily went about shopping. Looking at the jewellery, he was reminded of the turtle he'd purchased all those years ago. He wasn't exactly sure what had happened to it, but knowing Eren, it would be somewhere safe. The rush of nostalgia was ridiculous, but filled his heart with warmth. They'd shared their first real kisses here. Eren had agreed to be his and he'd opened up about Isabel... he'd always compartmentalised everything before Eren came... because he was too afraid it'd all fall apart if he didn't, but now... Eren had taught him not to be afraid of himself and that it was ok to remember, while moving forward. Still riding the rush of nostalgia, he made an impulse purchase of a stingray keyring. The shark Eren had bought him lived on the shelf by the rabbit, even after all this time. Instead of gifting it to Eren, he attached it to his own keys, quietly laughing as he mentally joked over how long it'd take Eren to notice. The rest of Eren's birthday was spent at the apartment. They stopped by to see Rei, and Viren told his brother all about the fishes he'd seen, looking both torn and proud as he told his little brother he could have the dolphin Armin had gifted to him. Eren every bit the proud mum as he pulled Viren close. Exhausted from his big day out, Viren fell asleep in the car on the drive home, making it easy to put their son to bed when they finally made it back into the apartment... Once he was sure Viren's was asleep, Eren led him into their room. His omega not shy as pulled him into hungry kisses. Still recovering and tired from his own big day, Levi didn't want to mount to him, and hurt him, but that didn't mean the nipple clamps and his mouth couldn't make Eren feel good. The sight of his omegas weeping breasts was beautiful. Eren was beautiful as he sobbed for more. Falling apart completely when Levi inserted the vibe on the lowest setting. Bringing his mate to orgasm without even touching him was erotic as hell. Eren so lost in pleasure as he babbled and thanked him, over and over again. It stroked his ego to make his husband feel so good. Laying next to him, he praised Eren softly. Kissing him and thanking him for feeling it so much, before turning the clamps off and releasing Eren's nipples. Hissing with pain, Eren mewed as Levi sucked each nipple gently, then kissed the angry red buds. He wanted nothing more than to fill his mate and knot him, but Eren was over stimulated. His mate too tired for such things. He would have left it there, if Eren hadn't asked for more. Rewarding him with a blow job in the place of sex. In the end, he wasn't sure who had a better day... both lovers curling into each other as they purred... though he'd never admit that he actually purred. He had his pride as an alpha, after all. * The next few days passed slowly. It was a haze of moving Viren's things new room, having Mike, Erwin, Eld and Hanji in and out the apartment and a haze of yoyoing moods. Eren was slicking harder than ever, and wasn't able to do a damn thing about it. Levi wouldn't knot him, no matter how much he begged. He couldn't help how horny he felt, it came with pregnancy, but it did lead to some pretty spectacular tantrums on his behalf. He appreciated that Levi was looking out for him, and that he wasn't really up to being fucked like he needed, but he had needs for a thick fat knot filling him... that were going unmet. Levi was sleeping in Viren's room, because Eren had thrown him out their room and didn't know how to invite him back. He didn't like sleeping alone. If he slept alone he had nightmares, or even worse, his mind wouldn't let him sleep as it tag teamed with his bladder to keep him up all night. When the 4th of April finally came, Eren found himself in a foul mood. He was trying his hardest to keep a lid on it, but every little thing seemed to be conspiring against him. Viren had had a tantrum that morning because he wouldn't let him watch him in the bathroom. Levi had accidentally spilt tea on the shirt he'd been going to wear to court and then when they finally got to court, he was back to waiting in that stupid room alone again. He already knew the others were there. Levi had tried to settle him down by reassuring him that he wasn't alone... he thought maybe that meant Mike and Hanji were there. He didn't expect Mike, Hanji, Erwin, Eld, Krista, Armin and Mikasa. Armin and Mikasa... The things he had to say weren't for their ears, and while it'd been nice in its own way to catch up with Armin on his birthday, this... was too much. He had no idea how they even knew he'd taking the stand... The confidence built up by reminding himself repeatedly that "if things changed for just one omega, then it was worth it all", faltered. Mikasa and Armin had a very different memory of their childhood together. He was about to shatter that... and Levi looked pissed... fuck... gritting his teeth and rubbing his stomach, he tried to remember the most important thing, to breathe. Nick's lawyer had his shot first. Eren all but smacked in the face by the man's smug and knowing looks. Having pulled himself to his full height, waves of alphaness? rolled off of him. His scent telling Eren he thought nothing on him. Even if he was pregnant, he couldn't care less. To him his scent said "Eren was an omega and needed to know his place". Forcing himself not to whine, he then forced himself to sit a little straighter, his eyes narrowing as he did "Eren Yeager. Finally you come before court again. Are we to understand you've had health problems this entire time?" Well. Fuck... ok... he could do this. He'd dealt with plenty of arseshole alphas before... he needed to be sweet. Everyone loves a sweet omega and then... Well, the then usually involved throwing down with the alpha causing the problem "Yes. That is correct" And there it was, the looks between jurors. They'd been sympathetic towards him in the past, but now it looked like the sympathy had run dry "Would you please explain to us, why?" "Why? What?" "You have been in and out of hospital, I think the good members of the jury deserve to know why you've messed us around so much" Floch's lawyer didn't object, and Eren wondered who did the research on Nick's team... because if he was trying to imply that omegas were basket cases, well... he'd just shot himself in his foot. Was it wrong to feel a certain degree of glee over how badly the lawyer had just fucked up... maybe it was time to rub a little salt in the wound "Of course. Which time are you referring too? In February I suffered complications with my pregnancy when I was intentionally pushed down the stairs at the front of the courthouse. I then flew out to Mitras to have lifesaving surgery on my son who wasn't even born yet. He had a tumour growing at the base of his spine. At the start of March, while still recovering, I collapsed due to a panic attack from the stress of the trial and the fact I wasn't yet recovered from the surgery, and was told not to come back for the time being. On March 21st, my son was delivered via a caesarean to save his life, while I am still pregnant with his twin brother" He hoped his honey sweet tone didn't rile up the jury as much as it had seemed to rile up Nick's lawyer. Looking to his peer, the man swallowed hard... yep. He'd gone and fucked himself... "So what you're saying is that you have had an abnormal pregnancy, filled with complications" Abnormal. Who the fuck got to call his pregnancy abnormal?! "It isn't all that abnormal. The type of tumour isn't such a thing that it's unknown" "But isn't it true you initially considered abortion? Before selfishly deciding to keep the pup? Subjecting him to repeated extended hospital stays and surgery, practically torturing the child for a chance that you may get to play happy families? Do you really expect us to believe that with a murderer for a brother, and a sorely misguided abuser for a father, that you are no better than they are?" Eren felt as if he'd been smacked over the head with a baseball bat... How the fuck did they know he'd considered aborting? And... and all he'd wanted was for Levi's pups to live. No matter what it cost him... Floch's lawyer objected, the judge let out a sigh that Eren was sure he wasn't allowed to, but Eren raised his hackles like a cornered animal, hissing "You have no idea what it's been like. You have no idea at all! You're an alpha! The top of society! Well try being at the bottom! Did you know there are places that won't let you work there if you're an omega?! Did you know there are places that won't even let you shop there or buy anything if you're an omega! That they expect you to bring your alpha in, and for you to have permission from them to be there?! I know I am far from fucking perfect, but you do not get to turn this pregnancy against me! You have no idea what Levi and I have been through over it! My father was fucking piece of shit. He was a spineless coward who worked for Nick and his friends, because he believed Zeke and I would be murdered if he didn't. And then. When he found I was pregnant with my first son, he finally grew a backbone..." The judge was trying to get him to calm down, buuuuut calming an angry omega was hard at the best of times, let alone one that was pregnant and pissed before taking the stand "... He went after the board of directors or whatever they were that worked out of the main building at the compound. He burned the facility to the ground while we lead the omegas from there. So many had joined thinking the organisation was something completely different from what it was. They couldn't cope with the aftermath of their pregnancies. Most of them were there as victims of abuse or were sold by their partners, or even family. It wasn't until they were locked away at night, or their children taken from them that they knew what all that meant. And my father... he knew what he was doing was wrong, but he still did it anyway. Then... when we were escaping, the guards turned their guns on us. Weapons pointed at kids and omegas with no way to defend themselves. My father gave his life to stop me from dying... he left me with the weight of his sins. All I ever wanted was to help omegas... and he did something as dirty and vile as that. It's wrong and it's disgusting" At some point he'd risen to his feet. The guards had moved closer and everyone had shut the fuck up, while openly gawking at him. Sinking back down, he felt foolish for yelling... especially about things he wasn't asked about... whelp... "I think we could all use a moment to compose ourselves. The jury is to disregard Mr Yeager's outburst" It was fucking Ackerman. He was so done with being a Yeager... but he wasn't about to correct the judge... and beside, even if you told them, it didn't stop them from hearing the words. It didn't magically go back in time and take them back... "Mr Yeager, one more comment like that and you will be found in contempt of the court, and you will be removed" He felt like a kid being scolded by a grandparent. Judges were supposed to be fair and impartial, but the man seemed completely done with everything. After so many weeks of dealing with Nick and his legal team, yeah, he could see why "I'm sorry, sir" The judges lips twitched, the smile not forming, though he did seem amused over Eren's weak apology. Turning back to Nick's lawyer, he switched back to professional mode "Keep your questions relevant to the current case councillor, or I will have to find you in contempt of court" "I was merely trying to ascertain Mr Yeager's current state of wellbeing, may bring to light the fact he may not be the best witness to call given his health issues" Wanker... like anyone was going to believe that "We all have a firm idea of Mr Yeager's health. Now I strongly suggest you keep your questions a little less loaded" "In that case, Mr Yeager. Can you please tell us about the incident with Reiner Braun" "Which one?" "The one that ended up with him dead" "You mean the one when he abducted me from the apartment I share with my alpha, at gun point?" "Mr Yeager..." "Sorry. Yes. I knew Reiner Braun from the time he and his alpha mate, Bertholdt Hoover, lived with my brother Zeke, and I. I was waiting at home as my alpha was at work. He worked as a paramedic for the city. I was around 8 months pregnant with my first son Viren, when Reiner came. I'd ordered some things online, and I foolishly believed it was the delivery man. Opening the door, Reiner shoved a gun in my face. He was acting crazy, and he knocked me down. He wanted both Levi and I. I can't recall if it was Levi or I who called each other, but I tried to tell him what was happening, but sadly he didn't understand. Angered that Levi wouldn't be returning soon, Reiner struck me again. From my apartment I was taken to an abandoned house... where I was bound to a dining room chair. Reiner returned with the dead body of Bertholdt Hoover. He blamed me for the death of his mate, and intended for Levi to suffer by losing his mate and son, like Reiner was suffering. Bertholdt had been in a coma since the compound burned down, and when he passed, Reiner lost his mind with grief. Reiner left and I was left bound. I tried to escape the binding around my ankles and wrists, they cut so deep I still have the scars. When Reiner returned with Levi, Levi was unconscious..." Eren paused to take a breath, this was no doubt karma for feeling the tiniest bit cocky before. Tears were running down his cheeks, despite the anger in his tone and scent "... He was acting insane. From being struck, I was already in labour. When Levi came to, he was angry. Reiner and he were yelling back and forth... Reiner got mad over it all, shooting between my legs... then... then he shot Levi again, and again, and again. He nearly killed my alpha and all Levi cared about was getting me out of there. I can't really remember what happened next, but somehow we ended up on the floor. The chairs were old and snapped with the weight. Getting... getting a hand free... I stabbed him... I wanted him to stop hurting Levi... he wanted us gone and Levi was in so much pain. Levi got the gun from Reiner and shot him... Levi was bleeding so badly, he still has the bullet near his spine, but he tried to get me out the house. After that, I was told Erwin contacted Floch about the message I tried to give Levi. They tracked the GPS in the car, while I was bleeding from labour complications and Levi... Levi was dying in my arms..." "So you and your husband killed Reiner Braun? Without even waiting for police help? Did you even try to reason with him?" "Reiner was lost to his grief. The house was the house he and Bertholdt intended to start a family in, but they were pulled in by "The Church", and ultimately lost their lives because of it. There was no reasoning with him. He wanted it all to end" "And now we'll never know. You seem to survive a lot. It would have driven the normal person insane" "If you're asking if I have mental health issues I do. For years I've had nightmares of my mother's death, and my time being treated like a dog. I have PTSD, anxieties, depression, Post-partum depression. I have panic attacks and screaming nightmares. For years I was told my heats were wrong and bad, and because of that, my scent is weak for an omega and my body tries to send me into heat under stress. But I also have the most amazing support network I've ever had. My husband is infinitely patient. My therapist is the first person I felt I could tell everything to. My friends are trained medical professionals. So yes. I do have mental health issues, but I have people that have helped me more than I thought any alpha would ever" "You openly admit you're mentally ill. How do you know these relationships mean the same to them as they do to you?" "Because they're here today..." He probably wasn't supposed to wave, but he raised his hand, Levi smiling as he did "How do we know the things you're saying are true at all? And not some figment of your imagination?" "I have the scars and the medical history. And yes, coming into this trial, I knew my word would be doubted as I'm an omega. So all I could tell you was my truth. I can't speak for anyone else, other than me. The way you take it is up to you..." "You are a thoroughly unpleasant man, Mr Yeager" "Coming from someone like you, that's a compliment" "Learn your place omega! Your place is to bow before alphas! Omegas need The Chuch! Where else would take them and their bastard children!" On his feet, Nick was furious. "You sit there and you lie!" "This coming from the man who elbowed me in the stomach, then had someone push me down the stairs! You knew what was going on at the compound! My father had photos of you! I know you knew! You were there! You paid the people who hurt so many others and you raked in the money from all your dirty deals! You tried to have me and brother killed! You blackmailed my father! Drove him to kill my mother... ngh..." Hunching over his stomach, his pup gave him a particularly hard kick to the ribs and silenced his yelling. Yeah... he was getting kicked out of court... "Guards, please remove Mr Yeager. Medic, if you please" Yep. He'd called it... a pregnant, frustrated omega who wasn't getting any, and had been insulted... they were lucky he hadn't been screaming at people from the start. * Leaving the others to watch over what happened next in the courtroom, Levi waited for Eren to reappear in the hallway down from the courts door. With his mate's performance on the stand ending with him being kicked out of court, he probably should have felt something other than proud. Nick's lawyers had fucked the case for themselves, letting their egos believe they were better than Eren, and Nick's outburst had been the final nail in the coffin. There was no coming back from that. Practically throwing himself on Eren as his husband stepped through the door, his omega smelt of pride. Eren knew he'd done a good job, but that didn't stop Levi nuzzling the fuck out of his husband's neck. He was luckiest alpha in the world. Laughing as he nuzzled, Eren tried to push him off "Calm down!" "No. Never. You were amazing, Eren. You are amazing" "I don't think Nick's legal team agrees" "When you called him out... it was fucking gold. That piece of shit had no idea what happened" "I know... Lee. It's over right. I don't have to go back in?" "Not after being kicked out like that. Are you ok? You groaned..." "The pup kicked hard, and I kind of need the bathroom. But right now, I feel really proud" Lifting Eren off his feet, his omega let out a small cry of surprise. Carrying Eren down to the bathroom, his omega was gazing up at him so lovingly, that Levi's racing heart skipped a beat. The sweetness of his scent more than Levi could handle, and the warmth of his omega's skin was like sending his blood into a roaring flame. He'd been too scared to touch Eren directly, more than jerking or sucking him off to give him some relief, but right now he couldn't care less. Bursting into the bathroom, he stood Eren up, before shoving him into the first available stall. Locking the door behind him, Levi let out a growl as Eren forced a hard kiss to lips, his husband's hand already tugging on his belt "Fuck... me..." "I've got it... shit. Watching you up there... got me so fucking hot for you" Whining, Eren bared his neck in the small space, his hands moving to fumble his own pants down before turning to present himself the best he could. Warm wet slick was flooding down Eren's thighs in long wet ribbons "Fuck. I want to eat you out so fucking badly, brat" Slapping Eren's arse, Eren mewed "Alpha... I've been good, haven't I?" "So fucking good, baby..." Finally getting himself out of his pants, Levi took Eren by the hips to pull him back "Not going to last" "Don't care. Need it, Lee... need your thick knot" Releasing Eren's left hip, Levi guided himself into Eren's wet heat. Having not mounted his mate in days, he nearly came from how good it felt as he slowly pushed in. Eren threw his head back, moaning through the burn that accompanied the action. The fact they could be caught at any moment only adding to the appeal, and after how strong Eren had been on the stand... he needed him so fucking badly "Need it hard, Levi. Don't hold back..." Growling, there really wasn't any way he could hold back. He was desperate to feel connected to his omega. Riding Eren hard and fast, Eren's moans filled the space, his omega jerking himself desperately as Levi felt his knot starting to form way too fast. Coming within minutes, Levi saw fireworks behind his closed eyelids, Eren clenching and rippling deliciously as his omega came, then pissed with him still buried inside. It wasn't the cleanest or sweetest of fucks, but it'd been what they both desperately needed... followed by a few very awkward moments as they rearranged themselves so Eren was sitting in his lap as the both regained their breaths. Rubbing his mate's stomach, Eren's head lolled on his shoulder, his omega shooting him a dopey and satisfied smile "Feels like you're still coming" "I am... I always come so fucking hard when I'm buried inside you..." "It's good... I feel it... I've needed that for days" "I didn't want to hurt you" "Mmmm... so we both reached the limit of our self control" "You make me so fucking proud of you. Every single day, you make proud of you. You're so fucking perfect" Eren gave him a soft giggle "I don't think the court agrees" "You yelling like that... it went right to my dick" His stubborn little brat rolled his hips, drawing a gasp from him. He was so getting it when they got out of the bathroom "I can tell. Talking about you dying... it hurt so fucking bad... I hate it. I hate remembering it" "I know. I know you do" "I love you so much, Levi. I won't let anyone ever take you from me" "No one's going to. You make me so happy, Eren. Watching you yell and get so passionate about something... it makes me fall for you all over again" "Lee... take me home. Take me home and take me bed. I want to feel my husband. I want to forget everything and be in your arms. I want to see you" Taking his left hand, Eren kissed both sides of his scar, before nuzzling into it "I want to see it all. Every single scar..." "Bright Eyes..." "I don't want to live without you, Levi. Wherever you go, I'll follow you. So please don't leave me" Nuzzling into Eren's hair, he kissed his husband softly "I'm never going to leave you. Even when the whole worlds against you. You're my hope for the future. You. Viren. Rei..." Moving his right hand to the centre of Eren's swell, he splayed his fingers over the bump "This little one. I want it all, with you" "If I wasn't already your husband, I'd say that was one hell of a proposal" "Mmm. Maybe. You're my everything" "And you're mine. When I'm with you, I can do anything" "Like a bird? Dancing in the wind?" "You remember that?" "I remember" Waiting until his knot deflated, cleaning up Eren became priority, yet the more the tried to, the more Eren slicked and the more aroused he became until he finally called fuck it. Giggling again, Eren held his hand as they crept from the bathroom. No one was around, and though Levi kept trying to hush Eren, his husband was just too happy. He didn't have to come back here. Judging from the judges attitude, the man already believed it was all a waste of time, and was simply letting things play out. Nick had fucked his own argument... and yeah... he was the proudest alpha in the world.

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The little loop

Pairing: Sirius Black x reader

Word count: 2k

Warning: sadness / mentions of war

A/N: So. SO. Soo. S O. The new Tumblr mobile actualization is being a total @#$%, school is asfixiating me, my sleepless hours keep getting worse, my brain isn’t helping, and I’m surrounded by t e n s i o n s, with a 105% of probabilities of receiving the whole bad mood discharge on my head... A real fun ride. Anyway, this is for @herondalesucks, cuz we need more sweet beans in this world and we should thank them when we meet any. Enjoy!

“Honestly,” you pant as you drop the grocery bags on the kitchen’s counter, “You didn’t miss anything too thrilling.”

The clinging cans and ripping of plastic fill up the silence that follows your remark, until your friend finally speaks up,

“Anything would be more thrilling that constantly looking at these same walls, Y/N.” Her head is bent over the rest of the shopping bags, but you can guess her sad expression by the off tone in her voice.

Yesterday, as Sirius and you attended a party at Marlene’s place, thinking about your redheaded friend’s comments if she had been there made the firewhisky’s usual burn bitter, and the same taste now invades your mouth after lying to her. The night was quite something. A moment of escape in the darkness of the actuality.

A little strangled sound coming from near the sink wakes you up from your reverie.

“Oh Lils…”

In a swift movement, your friend buries her face in the crook of your neck and, for the first time in years, she lets her feeling flow in salted water.

The Potters have been hiding for now exactly ten months, with the prohibition of participating to friend gatherings, Order missions, and any other type of outside trips -- including grocery shopping, which you’ve taken care of today as Batilda needed some rest.

For the energy balls that are Lily and James, this boredom is literally a synonym of long and painful death.

“Listen,” you whisper in her ear as you caress her flaming hair, “We’ll fix this, okay? Sirius and I will stay over tonight, so we can try to cook something special and then play some dare games.”

With a childish smile, she pulls away from her hideout, but still grasping to your waist as to life. “And can we build sheet-and-chairs forts and have a pillow fight and sing songs by the fireplace?”

“Of course,” you laugh, “Just like in the old days.”

Her heart a little lighter now, you decide to resume your emptying of the plastic bags, without much of a result as James storms in after a little while.

“Y/N!”

His rib crunching hug is worthy one of Hagrid’s, and it startles you the double as it comes from behind your back.

“Ow- James.” You pat his hands, and end up trying to get them off you.

“‘m so happy to see you,” he says excitedly, his tic of pushing his glasses up on his nose freeing you.

“Me too,” you breathe for air more than you say, red in the face.

The young man standing in front of you looks as clumsy as he did back in your teen years, which builds up his part of his charm, but you note some new seriousness deeply rooted in his eyes. It certainly is a consequence of having to deal with his responsibilities as an adult, then a husband, and finally a father, but you know for sure it is also the result of all you had to face right after getting out of your golden years, right after life as you knew it split into burning hell and awkward chaos.

“What are you two doing here? We’re waiting for you in the living room!” he asks.

“Well, we still have to…” His wife gestures toward the kitchen’s counter, where a considerable pile of food still waits to be stored in the cupboard.

You glance at her puffy eyes and the dark circles that underline them. It seems like all of the energy has been drained out of her body, which before was athletic and brisk, and now still is, but in an exhausted way. Her usual playful expression is just a shadow, a ghost that can be remembered only by those who have witnessed it in the past, and you’re not sure that her formerly joking voice can produce anything now but neutral comments or motherly encouragements.

Trying to ignore the feeling of pity that Lily would be ashamed to know she inspires you, you gently grab her wrist. “The cans won't fly away, Lils, let’s go.”

Still sniffing, but with her fine pink lips stretched in the attempt of a smile, the young woman nods.

As you turn toward the door, your mind registers a look of complicity traveling from her to her husband, but you don’t give it much importance. Couple things, you think. After all, you too have similar expressions sometimes.

“Where’s my little Harry?”

The living room, sunken in a semi-darkness when you arrived a while ago, is now lightened by reduced magical fireworks, much to the eleven-months-old baby’s amusement. Tiny fingers try to catch the bright glows, Harry’s young mind surely making up stories of its own to explain the bizarre shots of lights that he keeps failing to grab.

By the child’s side, on the carpet, Sirius lies on his abdomen, wand swirling to direct the fairy-like spots from his godson’s nose to the roof, and back. The huge grin of happiness plastered on his face, so different from the usual expression of worry that now accompanies him everywhere, tightens your chest. He keeps shouting at Harry, encouraging him to stretch higher to get to his goal, already teaching him the right attitude to face life. When the baby’s giggling convulsions involuntarily throw him off-balance, the man’s hand is there, always, to catch and steady him, which leads to more roaring guffaws and chirp-like laughter.

“Are you okay?”

Now, the roles are flipped: it’s Lily’s time to ask, and James’ turn to pat you.

Tears run down your cheeks, but you couldn’t place the emotion that generates them. Your heart is heavy with a mix of admiration for such a tender scene, for such a pure love. But also with the sight of your boyfriend playing with a baby -- a child that maybe, one day, you two will have the chance to mother too -- and acting like a father. And, unfortunately, the knowledge that this could happen outside, under a warm sun, in the green garden of a happy house, in a world at peace.

You used to think bitterly about having to fight at your young age, about seeing your dreams crush in the perspectives of suffering, about your colored horizon suddenly being replaced by a scale of dark, shapeless sorrow. But looking at Harry, at his pure green irises and his messy hair, you understand how much more he will have to face, growing in a world where innocence is replaced by uncertainty. How much braver he will have to be. And, even if you’re not a seer, even if you can’t declare prophecies like the one that links this infant’s path to that of evil and agony, you have the feeling that he will indeed be.

A warm chest pressed against your back causes your tensed muscles to relax, an exploit that only Sirius can achieve lately.

“Don’t cry, darling,” he whispers in your ear, “Or I might cry too.”

James and Lily take it as a joke, and chuckle a bit. So do you but, deep down, you sense truth in his words. This is a time when everybody, even the strongest, are susceptible of breaking down.

“I’m sorry,” you say gloomily, rubbing what’s left of the tears from your face.

Harry’s moans attract your attention, and you crouch down to take him in your arms, his naive wide eyes warming your interior.

“What do you guys think about putting Mr. Potter Junior to bed and cooking some pasta?” you ask between to pecks on the baby’s fleshy arms.

“Not yet.”

Not yet? You thought that Lily wanted to get a bit distracted.

“Yeah, not yet, Y/N,” her husband seconds her, scratching the back of his neck. “Harry still has a- mission to complete.”

“A mission, Harry?” you smile as you tickle the child’s belly. “What can it be?”

“You can tell Y/N now, Harry.” Sirius’ voice is warm and excited.

James starts shifting his weight from feet to feet, exaggeratedly beaming at you or his son, you can’t tell. “Come on, Harry, tell her to say yes.”

Even Lily seems affected by whatever got into the boys, because she repeats the Word yes over and over as she caresses the baby’s feet.

Harry’s innocent look bounces from each one of you to the next one -- probably not understanding what is going on, like me, you think -- until it finally comes back to his balled fist, which he starts munching.

Immediately, you are assaulted and the child is ripped from your arms.

“He’s going to swallow it!”

“Open his fist! Open it!”

“Don’t you- It’s not here!”

“Harry, spit!”

“Come on, Harry, listen to Daddy!”

“I told you this was the hell of a bad idea!”

In the agitation, neither of the three notices a small object falling on the floor. As you bend down to retrieve it, you distinct its silvery color in contrast with the red carpet. You take the little circle between two fingers and expose it to the light of the still moving fireworks.

Wait a minute: a circle?

“Sirius?”

Three heads jerk in your direction.

“Wha-”

“Surprise, darling.”

Everything, everything, in this moment is perfect. Your boyfriend’s goofy grin, his blushing cheeks, his glowing eyes, your friends’ relieved expressions, Harry’s bubbly drooling, and the little metallic jewel in your hand.

“Sirius, is this a marriage proposal?” you ask, feeling your skin prickle.

“Is this a yes?” he answers, as nervous as you are.

You’re grateful that nothing stands in the way, because you would have knocked out even a dozen of Death Eaters to get to him right now. Your body collides with his in a kiss that you hadn’t shared in a long time. It’s one of those passionate affection demonstrations you used to give each other in your first years as a couple, but that were now replaced by constantly covering each other’s back or worrying to death because of the other’s delay.

You feel his mint breath on your upper lip, and his teeth tugging your lower one. How long had it been since you last took the silky texture of his hair between your fingers? Apparently, he feels the same about the presence of his hands on your waist, as he hugs you tighter.

Your friends have the delicacy to look away until you two finish kissing, which takes so long that James rolls his eyes when you do. “There is a minor in the public.”

Lily pinches him with her free hand, and drags him toward the kitchen despite his waits and I want to see her say nos.

Your chest heaving up and down is on perfect synchrony with Sirius’, and your arms are still safely locked around his neck.

“You didn’t answer, darling.”

“Well, you didn’t properly ask, Black.”

He tries to suppress a smile, but fails.

How is it that you can still, and always, win?

“Fine.” His fingers softly force your hands open and grab the little cold loop from it. With a meticulous slowness and a wink that makes your heart melt, one of his knees reaches the ground, while the other, like his eyes, look up at your face. “Y/N L/N. To honor all the years of mutual love we have demonstrated each other, and still plan to do, would you grant me the-”

“Do you want to marry him or not?”

James’ intruding face quickly disappears back through the next room’s door frame, and through your giggling you hear Lily scolding him.

“Sirius Orion Black. It is with great pleasure that I-”

“Yes! She says yes!”

“James!”

“But Lily- If I hadn’t helped them, these two would still stealthily look at each other with fish eyes from the opposite corners of the room!”

“So would you if Y/N hadn’t stepped up!”

“What does this mean?”

“That they can handle their own thing by themselves.”

Ignoring their discussion, Sirius slides the shiny ring on your finger, enjoying the sight of it.

“Ready to become a Black, Y/N?”

“I’ve always been, Sirius.”

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