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hii! i love your work soo much, you are so talented. both weasley twins x reader, so like both the weasley twins getting jealous because reader has been spending so much time with her male best friend and one night she gets home late and they are mad. (smut and a bit of fluff at the end). so sorry if this is bad this is my first request

Hi my love! Thank you so much, not bad at all! I hope this is what you wanted (I need a very cold shower now) 🖤

Warnings: SMUT, graphic smut; threesomes, PIV, fingering, slightly cumplay, fingering, possessiveness, Dom!sub roles, dominant twins, jealousy, a bit of angst, beginnings of an argument. Swearing. Fluff and smut. Getting fucked in the kitchen. Sorry Dean, I’m sure you’re lovely.

Word count: 3k

Sense of belonging.

Summertime was upon you and as the days got longer and brighter, the temperature increasing, it brought along an endless stream of possibilities and fun.

The twins had been really busy lately, trying to stock up ahead of the impending return to Hogwarts for the students, the few weeks before term time being one of the busiest peaks of the year for them except for Christmas, April fools day and bonfire night. You really shouldn't complain, they were successful, bringing in a lot of money and still took great pleasure in their work. They were inventing all the time, wanting a new product to launch before school resumed and though you were happy for them, you felt like your hadn't truly seen them in weeks.

The days went by in a blur of waking up alone in bed, making yourself a cup of tea and some breakfast, showering alone and then trying to fill your days with work and meeting friends. Occasionally you'd help at the shop when they needed cover but you tended to stick behind the scenes working on the accounts and ordering, with the occasional potion brewing for the big restocks. Every night you'd cook dinner and set aside two plates, eating alone with the company of trashy muggle tv before you cleaned up the kitchen, put the two wrapped plates in the fridge and eventually drifted to bed. If it wasn't for occasionally needing the bathroom in the middle of the night and seeing your two husbands asleep either side of you, you could easily have believed that they never came back to the flat.

You'd tried to surprise them and take them lunch to try and steal some time together in the office but they were always too busy, too close to nailing their project so you stopped bothering. You tried waiting up late at night for them to show but they'd simply given you sleepy smiles and had fallen asleep on the sofa not twenty minutes later when you tried that. And sex? You could hardly remember what that felt like.

To say you were feeling a little neglected was an understatement. So when you ran into Dean Thomas in the Flourish and Botts Friday morning, you didn't hesitate to agree to a proper catch-up with him Saturday evening at the Leaky Cauldron. He'd extended the invitation to your husbands as well and you'd politely thanked him, telling him you'd ask them but in reality you knew there was a slim chance of that actually happening.

You hadn't seen either of your husbands that day from the moment you woke up til the moment you stepped out of the door, slightly dressed up and ready to meet Dean. You'd tried to catch them last night and then again around early morning when the shop was supposed to be quieter but they'd barely even acknowledged your presence. So you left them a note, telling them that you were going out and that you'd be home later.

You had a wonderful time; you'd actually run into Neville and Luna and they had joined you for dinner. You fell easily into conversation, just like the old days, with Dean of course asking about Ginny, your husbands and the shop. Neville and Luna were engaged and you were told all about their wedding plans which completely warmed your heart. You were on high as you walked back to the flat, a smile still on your face after catching up with good friends.

The smile disappeared pretty much as soon as you stepped through the flat, took off your jacket and shoes and found Fred and George sat at the kitchen table, your note placed between them. There’s a tension in the air that you can’t place. They don’t look mad, but they definitely don’t look happy either.

“Oh here she is,” George says, his voice dropping with sarcasm.

“Remembered that you have two husbands have you?” Fred says, his voice even harsher than George’s. You fire up with anger, biting your lip as you look between them with a glare, unable to push down your feelings anymore.

“That’s ironic coming from you two,” you mumble, walking over to the sink to get a glass of water.

“Care to elaborate princess?” Fred says blankly from behind you.

You snort, not believing that they’d really be getting into this now, the biggest hypocrites in all of Diagon Alley.

“Did you forget lately that you had a wife?” You ask, turning to them and looking between them. “She’s about yay high,” You say, gesturing to your height, “* colour hair, surname Weasley.” Your voice holds almost no humour to it now, feeling fired up.

“Yeah I’m looking at her,” Fred says with an equally unamused, expressionless glance.

“Doesn’t seem like her though, our wife’s normally a good girl,” George adds. There it is, that’s what the tension is.

A smirk slowly spreads across your face as you realise what the real issue is- they’re jealous.

You shrug dramatically, placing your glass into the sink, knowing just how to get them, “boys prefer bad girls.”

It’s instantaneous, both of them rising to their feet with the implication of your words.

“Is that right little slut?” George says, beginning to move closer. “Men, like us, prefer our good girl.”

“I reckon she’s forgotten who she belongs to mate,” Fred says, casting a glance at his brother, hanging back a little as a devilish twinkle begins to shine in his eyes.

“Yeah I reckon so,” George agrees, looking up and down your body.

“Have you forgotten sweetheart?” Fred asks teasingly, his bottom lip sticking out just a tad to mock you.

“Probably,” you say defiantly, knowing exactly what you were doing.

“Try again,” Fred says darkly, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he advances on you, moving in step with his twin as they crowd you, towering over you. Their stares are dark, devilish and hungry have you flushed in seconds as their towering forms loom over you menacingly, both with smirks tugging at their lips as they notice your heaving chest and flushed face.

“Who do you belong to Angel? Hm?” George says, reaching out and pulling up your top over your head, seeing absolutely no resistance from you.

“Fred,” you say breathlessly, having to suck in your cheeks to stop yourself smiling as you watch George’s eyes widen in disbelief.

You gasp as your bra strap pings on your body, Fred’s fingers having purposefully let it go as a mild form of punishment for your act of defiance.

“And?” He pushes. Your eyes never faulted from George’s, allowing a hint of a smile to appear on your face that is a complete contrast to his thunderous glare.

“Bill?” You say innocently and within seconds you are turned around, pressed up against the kitchen counter and spanked, the loud thwack echoing through the kitchen.

Hands begin creeping up your legs and you’ve never been more thankful that you’d chosen a skirt, enjoying the feel of hands creeping up your bare skin under they stop just as they reach the lace of your panties. You feel long fingers begin to touch your pussy through the lace of your underwear and you throw your head back at the sensation, so close to where you need them but not close enough.

“Try again princess,” Fred says in your ear, body pressed against your back so you can feel the bulge of his erection against your bum.

“George, George,” you moan out, just as Fred finds your clit, rubbing it gently through the lace.

“See, told you you were our good girl,” Fred coos, pressing his erection against your bum harder now, giving the most delicious friction.

“Not quite,” George days darkly from the side and after a few seconds, Fred pulls away. Your bra is almost ripped from you leaving your breasts exposed and you’re mercilessly turned around by strong hands so they can see.

When both twins suddenly crouch down in front of you, their mouths instantly fixing upon your breasts, focusing on the pebbled nipples as their tongues dance around the sensitive peaks, you cry out, hands going into their hair to keep them just where you need them.

George’s hand traces up your leg and slips into your underwear, tracing his long fingers through your wet slit as you moan out, his fingers finding your sensitive little nub almost instantly.

“You do you belong to?” George says into the skin of your breast, pulling away to look up at you.

“You, fuck, you, both of you,” you moan out as George’s finger slips inside you at the same time, slowly thrusting as your hips cant trying to get him deeper.

“Good girl.”

“Who’s got you this wet sweetheart?” Fred says, his own fingers joining George’s as he rubs your clit whilst George stretches out out with his fingers, adding a second one slowly.

“You, geor, Fre,” you cry out, not even able to finish their names as they work together, hitting every pleasure point as Fred’s lips wrap around your nipple again and give a harsh suck.

“Not Dean?” George says, not holding back the jealousy.

“No, only you,” you cry out, beginning to feel your climax approaching.

“Not get Angel,” George says, suddenly pulling his hands away, as does Fred, leaving you whining and pouting at their actions.

“Bend over the table,” George instructs and you mindlessly follow his command, cringing as your naked breasts press against the cold wood of the table.

Your skirt is flipped up from behind you, exposing the little strip of lace you’d been wearing underneath until it’s unceremoniously ripped from your body at the side. You gasp, hips lifting up as your pussy is exposed to the air, to their eyes and in no time at all you can feel the head of a cock pressing against your wet lips.

“Tell me darling,” George says from behind you, “who do you belong to?”

“You Georgie!”

Your moan echoes throughout the apartment as the thick head of his cock slips inside you, the slight upward curve of his length making you gasp as it presses directly against your sweet spot inside.

“George!” You cry out as he immediately sets a rough and fast pace, your hands clawing at the table for purchase as your hips repeatedly knock into the side of the table.

“So fucking wet,” George growls from behind you as he fucks into you perfectly. “My fucking good girl, so fucking perfect for us.”

Your orgasm hits you out of nowhere, body already clearly worked up from being so expertly fingered earlier. He curses from behind you as your walls clench, squeezing his perfect cock tightly as you writhe and cry out with the ecstasy coursing through you. He lasts about three more thrusts as your pussy bares down on him and you moan out again as his thrusts get sloppy and sporadic as he cums, crying out your name in a whine.

“My little princess fucked out?” You hear from the side and your eyes widen as you realise that Fred had been watching all this time, waiting to pounce as he stands before you naked. George hadn’t even undressed, he’d simply bent you over, unbuttoned his work pants and fucked into you without any care.

“Think you can take me too sweet girl?” He asks, hand ghosting over your back as his twin slips out of you. You nod eagerly, already feeling empty as George’s cum begins leaking out of you and down the skin of your inner thighs.

Instead of getting behind you as you expected, he takes a seat on one of the wooden chairs beside you, beckoning you to join him as he pumps his cock in his hand. The sight has you near drooling, the sight of his long, big fingers wrapped around his thick cock, the wide shoulders and strong upper body so deliciously on display.

You back up from the table and remove your skirt and ripped panties that were clinging to one of your legs. He let’s go of his cock and it bobs back to hit his lower abdomen as he outstretches his hand to help you climb into him, both of you completely naked now.

You rest your legs on his and grab his wide shoulders for support as he grabs the base of his cock, allowing you to sink down on it. He’s slightly wider than George and you cry out at the feel of being stretched out again, your wetness and what’s left of George’s cum acting as lube to allow him to slip straight inside of you, reaching deeper and deeper until he was snugly pressed against your cervix. Your fingers paw at the flesh of his shoulders as he gives you time to adjust, sucking on your breasts in front of his face as you lift one hand and stroke back the hair from his face. He pulls away and looks up at you seating in his lap and there’s a moment that passes where you stare at each other with a smile, pausing to share a passionate kiss whilst his cock nestled deep inside you, your walls already clenching around his big member.

His hands fall to your bum as you slowly begin to lift yourself up until he was almost completely out of you before you quickly sink back down, his length filling you completely. Your loud moans are completely synchronised at the sensation of him fucking all the way into you and as you quickly begin to find a perfect rhythm, you begin to feel completely cock drunk.

Your hips buck on him as you chase the fire in your belly that’s beginning to ignite; feeling as if his cock was filling you completely. Your thighs burn at the exertion of bouncing on him and the sight alone of his scrunched up, pleasure filled face is enough to make you let out a string of moans that sound almost inhuman. You lean forward to kiss him again and the new angle hits something inside you that propels you right over the edge, crying out his name against his lips as you fall completely over the edge.

Your orgasms has nearly subsided but you can’t move anymore, legs burning and tired, as much as you want to keep riding him. He senses your slowing immediately and quickly grabs you by the ass and in a wicked feat of strength, he lifts you and him, keeping his cock deep inside as he placed you onto the edge of the table. You fall back, resting your head on the wood as he grabs your hips and snaps his own into yours, making your breasts bounce in time with his thrusts. He’s unable to look away, eyes dancing between your bouncing tits and your stretched out pussy, all on display for him. He begins to fuck you harder and harder, your cries getting louder as you grab hold of the edge of the table behind you, tits jiggling wildly as he bruises your hips.

“Gonna, fuck, oh fuck baby,” he whines as he watches your right hand snake down and rub circles around your clit, feeling like you could cum again.

“Let me,” you hear from the side and George’s fingers immediately take the place of yours, toying with your clit in the most deliciously sinful way. Fred cock slams into you as he starts to cum before he slams your hips down against his, cock buried right to the end of you as you feel his perfect length twitch and spurt inside of you, filling you with another load of hot cum. The sensation of being filled along with George’s sinful fingers has you reaching your peak again, calling out their names as you fight against Fred’s strong hold, unable to keep your hips still.

Your breathless and sweating, completely fucked out as you mumble their names over and over again. Fred slips out of you and pants as he throws himself back down onto the chair that would undoubtedly need cleaning in the morning.

“Come here Angel,” George says, grabbing your attention as he extends his hands for you to take, pulling you up. He stops and pulls you in for a sweet kiss that only increases your breathlessness as you pull away with half kisses eyes, tired and blissfully fucked out.

“Want a bath?” He says, much softer than he’d been when you entered. You shake your head with a smile, covering your slightly chilly body.

“Pee and bed,” you say, reaching for his hand but this time to entwine your fingers. He gives you a small, shy smile as he brings your entwined hands to his lips and kisses the back of your hand.

“Did you have a nice time?” He asks as you hop down from the table, cringing at the wetness you can see on the wood, knowing that you probably shouldn’t have fucked where you eat. You look at him questioningly, not wanting to start an argument but he gives you a little smile that tells you everything is okay.

It’s a little later and you’re cuddled up to Fred on the sofa, having been convinced to stay up with them a little while.

“We are sorry princess, never meant to pull away so much, we just needed to get the new products right snd it’s been none stop,” Fred says, stroking your leg as it rests across his lap.

“It’s okay, I understand,” you say, looking away from the terrible muggle tv show you were watching.

“It won’t happen again,” George says and you smile, reaching out to grab hold of his hand in understanding.

“Better not,” you say, the hint of a devious smirk crossing your face. “Or next time I go out to meet Dean I won’t wear any panties.”

“Bed.”

“Now.”

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Chapter 3

Summary: Wanda gets help watching the boys from her mom. Y/n walks into a surprise when helping your friend.

A/N: Hello! Hope all is well and as always, enjoy! ALSO SPEAK NOW TV IS OUT!!! jhgefhjeghjgfe

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Summers made working from home the most difficult. Wanda could hardly concentrate on her work before one of her boys started complaining about being hungry or getting bored or asking to go to a friend's house, etc. She sometimes wishes that she could have sent them to a camp but Vision was against it because he wanted them at his house during his weeks since he had the time off as well. She knows that she would have missed them terribly as well which is why she was okay with dropping the subject then. But now that she was dangerously close to her deadline without even being close to a finished product, she thought she might go insane on her boys.

That's when she calls her mom in for back up. Then instantly regrets it as soon as she sees the hole in the house. “Honey! What happened here?”

“My marriage fell apart,” Wanda says simply as she rushes to her office. “Pietro is going to fix it, don't worry!” She shouts from the stairs so she can get to work before her mom can catch her in a lecture. The woman shakes her head and makes her way to the kitchen to start lunch for the boys and her daughter. She comes over consistently for the rest of the week to help with house chores, breakfast and lunch, and entertain her grandsons.

Wanda is grateful for her mother's assistance and is able to get a decent design for pitch at the end of the month and start a few backup ideas. She likes to over prepare. She was even able to complete a budget report and the booklets for the investors by the start of the weekend. Wanda feels bad that she had to prioritize work over her kids but her mother reminds her that she was doing this work for them. That she needs to provide for them. Besides, Wanda was still cooking dinners with Tommy and Billy as well as watching movies every night before bed. Though, it was getting a little tense between the two boys with different interests.

On Saturday morning, Pietro arrives with his sleepy daughter and Wanda tries to hold in her laughter as she helps the little girl to her bedroom so she can rest. “You’re here early,” Wanda says as she returns downstairs.

“Mom called me last night. Told me that I should have started the minute I found out. Thank you for that by the way,” Pietro says as he drops some material on the ground. He had pushed some furniture around while she was helping his daughter. “Unfortunately for Luna, she still wanted to come with me. I told her last night we’d be here at six am sharp. She said she was fine with it until I actually had to wake her up. But,” he shakes his head in amusement, “she still wanted to come here.”

Wanda crosses her arms and leans against the wall. “She loves her cousins,” she yawns.

“That she does,” Pietro stares at his tools. “Can I tell you something that you can't tell anyone?” Wanda confirms that her brother can confide in her. “Crystalia and I are considering trying for another. She could use a sibling, you know?”

“Oh, Pietro, that's wonderful news!” Wanda congratulates her brother.

“Thank you, but please, don't tell mom. She'll call about positions and give other advice that I do not need to hear again,” he says recalling the conversation he overheard his mom and sister having a few years ago. Wanda cringes at the memory herself.

“I’ll spare you, don't worry,” she says. “I’m going to start some coffee, do you want any?”

“Yes please,” he rolls out the plans Wanda had sent to him.

You are knocking on Jean's door as you check the time again to make sure that you aren't running late. Your friend asked you to be at the location by noon and he sent you the address this morning. From what you saw from the images online, the place looked nice enough. You wondered why it needed altering at all but remember that he said there was an accident that led to this alteration.

The door opens and it's Anna, Jean's wife. “She’s almost ready, you're welcome to wait in the living room,” she says kindly.

“Thank you,” you step inside. It never gets easier walking into this house even though it's been years since you've lived here. It was a gift from both your family and Jean's when the two of you got married. Because the two of you were so young, neither of you cared about a wedding. In fact, the two of you were engaged for less than a week when you drove off to a cheap chapel and eloped. Both of your families were upset because they wanted to be part of the wedding process but were still happy the two of you decided to tie the knot. And since there was some money being saved for future weddings and college funds, that at the time weren't going to be used, they pooled together that money and surprised you and Jean with this house.

It was a fixer upper for sure and you worked on it every weekend until you were twenty-two. When you and Jean got divorced. You paid for every repair and upgrade with the tips you got bartending and any extra scraps from the job sites that your foreman approved for you to take. You still did repairs for the house here and there whenever they needed it and couldn't afford to hire someone. But, it was no longer your house and with how much time and money you put into the place, it was the hardest part of the marriage to let go of.

You bounce your leg anxiously as you wait for your daughter to come out of her room. “Can I get you anything?” Anna asks before she enters the kitchen. “You seem a little anxious.”

“No, thank you,” you politely decline. “I’m doing a favor for my boss and I just want to do a good job and make a good impression,” you admit. “Plus, his sister is apparently some great architect and she could be a great connection but you know how I get around new people.”

Anna nods, ignoring your words and listening to your body instead. “I’m making you some tea. It can help soothe your nerves so that you're not this loud jumbled energy. Your whole aura is a mess and it won't help you make a good impression.” She disappears in the kitchen before you can decline the beverage again.

“Hey, babe! Who was at the- oh! It was you,” Jean says as she enters the living room space. “She’s almost ready,” she remarks about your daughter. “She’s a little nervous about all of the new friends she's going to make. I'm trying to keep a positive attitude about it but these kids are going to be nice to her right?”

“Yeah, yeah, well,” you pause. “I hope so. But they're not all new to her. She's met Luna a few times and they get along great. He said her cousins are sweet boys, closer to Rachel’s age. Besides, they'll have parental supervision and I'll be nearby the whole time.” You assure the mother of your child.

“Okay,” she takes a relaxing breath as she joins you on the sofa. “That makes me feel better. Where's Anna?”

“Making me a tea,” you say and lean in close. “Apparently my aura is a mess,” you say in a manner that lets Jean know that you find her wife's assessment of you ridiculous. Jean laughs at your silliness.

“You’re a jerk, she's only trying to help,” Jean defends.

You lean back with your hands up in surrender, “I never said I wasn't grateful. I am going to chug that tea, I promise. Scouts honor.”

Jean rolls her eyes, “You were never a scout.”

“That’s because I was corrupted by your bad influence,” you retort playfully.

“Oh whatever, if I remember correctly, you were the one pulling all of the crazy stunts. I never did anything. I was an innocent bystander,” Jean points out.

You laugh at the flood of childhood memories that you and Jean share. She wasn't wrong, you were constantly getting into trouble as kids. Only because you were trying to impress her and maintain her attention. No matter what the cost was. It was amazing that the two of you were still alive today. “Okay, that's fair,” you say as Anna returns with a thermos for you. “Oh cool, thank you. I'll bring this back to y'all next weekend.”

“No problem,” she sits next to Jean and throws her arm around the woman. Jean falls comfortably against her wife and the two share a sweet smile with each other. You look away from them as you feel longing for a relationship again. Not with Jean, of course. The two of you didn't have what she had found with Anna. But you want that with someone. To have the close connection these two have. It was difficult dating as a single parent at twenty-seven. Not everyone was understanding that Jean and you are better off friends and maintain a healthy relationship. Many situationships fail because your best stories involve your best friend, who happens to be your ex-wife. Another relationship killer is surprisingly that your daughter is always going to be your number one priority. Always.

Luckily, your daughter comes into the room and hops on your lap as she happily greets you. Clearing your mind of any thought of loneliness. “Hey, pumpkin! Are you ready to go?”

“Hmm,” she looks at you nervously and then to her mom's. They are worried about her as much as you are. She doesn’t have many friends due to her social awkwardness. You jokingly claim she inherited it from her mother but you both know it was from you. “Is Luna really there?” she asks. You shift around to grab your phone and pull up your conversation with Pietro and find the picture he sent of Luna with her cousins and show it to her. “Oh! I know those boys! They go to my school,” she says excitedly which lets you know that is a good thing. “They were in my class last year!” She hops off of you and straightens her outfit out,“Okay, I'm ready.” Jean, Anna, and you laugh as her tone has changed so fast.

“Alright, I’ll see the two of you next Saturday,” you say as you get up and follow your daughter. The two of you jam out to whatever pop artist that has her interest at the moment. You couldn’t keep up with her and the stuff she likes. Songs were simple enough to catch on with the lyrics and it amuses her when you get them very very wrong.

When you arrive at the house, you see that Pietro has made a lot of progress on his own and torn up most of the wall from the outside. As you park, you receive a text from Wanda asking if the two of you were still on to buy her a drink later on. Another one saying that she is looking forward to it. You regretfully message that a work thing came up and that you will have to let her know. Then, you knock on the door and are surprised to see Wanda is the one answering.

She looks at you as confused as you are. Her expression quickly drops to one that she hopes is threatening. “What are you doing here? How do you know where I live?” Wanda starts out defensively. Whispering in a sharp tone so she doesn't alarm her kids or her brother. You gulp as you try to find the right words to explain that you're not some crazy stalker.

But Rachel speaks before you can get a word out. “Can I go play with Luna?” She asks Wanda sweetly.

This throws the woman off as she looks down and notices your daughter. She freezes as she connects the dots. “Um, of course, sweetheart. Go on in, she's upstairs with her cousins.” The little girl runs inside and disappears up the stairs. “You’re the person my brother asked to help with the hole?” Wanda asks, still not letting you inside.

“I really had no idea the two of you were related.” You say as you hold up your tool box. “But, uh, yeah. You're the work thing that might prevent me from buying you a drink later,” you try to lighten the mood.

Wanda isn't sure if she wanted you in her house. You know nothing about her and she liked it that way. She knew that eventually she would have to open up to you if the two of you kept up with the meetings. But not like this. Not with you repairing the damage she did to her home. But when Pietro comes to the door she has no choice but to let you in. “Hey, Y/n, I'm glad you could make it. This is my little sister, Wanda,” he introduces. You stand there watching Wanda. Waiting to see if she wanted the two of you to be strangers. Or if you were allowed to reveal your acquaintance. But she remains quiet. Taking her cue, you offer your hand in greeting. “Wands, this is the person I told you about. They do fantastic work. If dad were still alive, he'd have us competing to take over the company,” he boasts.

You laugh, “You speak too highly of me, P. It's great to meet you, Wanda.”

“Thank you for coming to help my incompetent twin brother,” she emphasizes to let you know that she isn't younger than her brother as he claimed. “I truly appreciate it.”

“Ouch,” Pietro holds his chest, “I’m doing a nice thing for you and this is how you treat me?” He shakes his head. “Come on in,” he waves you into the house. You follow him in and Wanda walks away, announcing that she's starting lunch. You keep your eyes in her direction a little longer than you should have and Pietro notices. He snaps his fingers in your face and you look at him. “Don’t think about it,” he says sternly.

You hold a hand up in surrender, “I wasn't. She just,” you can’t continue because he doesn’t believe you. “Nevermind, are you ready to get to work?” You ask as you set your toolbox down and remove your jacket.

Wanda checks on you and her brother every few minutes. Seeing the two of you sharing a laugh while you work. The ease at which you remove pieces of the house. She didn’t like that she couldn’t keep her eyes off of you, but deduced it to her not trusting the stranger in her house. An hour later, she’s offering everyone lunch. The kids come running down and Pietro tries to get you to take a break. But you aren’t certain you’re allowed to.

“Are you hungry?” She asks as she steps over the line of tape Pietro made for the kids.

“I’ll be fine,” you assure as you pull off another piece of the wall from the inside. “Hey,” you stop her from walking away. “Are you going to block my number?” you set the piece on the pile.

“Why would I do that?” She asks with her arms crossing over her chest.

“I’m not sure if accidentally finding out,” you make a noise as you pull another piece out, “where you live is considered a creepy offense.” You grin at her as you look at her over your shoulder.

Wanda smiles a little, “No, I'm not going to block you. Only as a thank you though,” she steps around and looks back when she hears the kids laughing to see Pietro being silly. She turns back to you, “For the free labor, of course.”

“Oh, I see how it is,” you grab the water bottle you had nearby. “Maybe you're the one who tracked me down,” you jokingly accuse. “Heard your brother rave about my work so you found me at a liquor store and charmed me so that I wouldn't charge you.”

Wanda rolls her eyes, “Don’t flatter yourself.” Then she scoffs as she remembers the two of you meeting. She certainly wasn't dressed to charm anyone.

The two of you stand there for a moment, neither certain if that's the end of the conversation. She wants to walk away to go eat but she wants to be certain that you're fine with going on without a meal. You are trying to decide whether or not it's too late to accept her offer and aren't sure if she's going to ask again or leave you to continue working. When she doesn't move you pull your gloves off as you step closer. “What’s for lunch?”

“Food that I made,” she says vaguely but still playful.

“Am I still allowed to find out?” You shove the gloves in your back pocket.

“I suppose I can't let you starve,” she replies. “But you didn't seem like you wanted any before.”

You shrug, “I didn't want to appear rude.”

Wanda nods once and drops her arms, “Some people might say it’s rude to decline a meal.”

“I wasn’t raised that way,” you say, “But I do know people that have, so that’s a fair point.”

She smiles at the floor as you stand a few inches from her now. “You are welcome to take a break and eat. Consider it another part of my payment.” She looks back up at you then quickly turns away. You follow her to the table where everyone else is eating. You pass them to wash your hands in the kitchen sink. There is more laughter and you turn to see your daughter, who you think is hilarious but is normally very shy around people she isn’t comfortable with, causing the laughter. Wanda notices a bit of food on Rachel’s chin and she instinctively wipes it with a napkin. You dry your hands and join the table.

You sit in the empty seat next to your daughter and serve yourself a plate. You get to know Tommy and Billy as the group of you enjoy the lunch together and you feel better about letting Rachel hang out with them. Pietro was being truthful when he said that they are sweet boys. Once the kids finish up, they are racing up the stairs to resume their activities, leaving the adults to the table. “Thank you guys for helping me out. I truly appreciate it,” Wanda says as she sips her drink from her cup.

“Thank us when the work is done, alright?” Pietro says as finishes his plate. You agree as you finish your food as well.

“We should get back to it. Thank you, the meal was delicious,” excuse yourself from the table, grabbing as many plates as you can carry to the sink. Wanda tries to intercept but ultimately grabs what you can’t carry and follows you to the sink.

“You really didn’t have to, I could’ve taken care of it,” she says as she moves the plates. “But thank you, again.”

You smile at her, “It’s really no big deal, Wanda.” You walk away to continue to work with her brother.

As it gets close to dinner time, Pietro receives a call from his wife and he has to call it a day. He quickly packs his things, pulls Luna away from a serious Mario Kart competition, and bids everyone a goodnight. “I’ll see you guys in the morning before you’re off to your dad’s,” he says as he hugs his nephews goodbye. “Thank you for helping me with this,” he says to you. The two of you slap your hands together and pull into a short hug.

“No problem, man. You know I’m always willing to help,” you reply. “Besides, I owe you.”

Pietro nods once in acknowledgement and then moves on to his sister. “Do I need to rent a wood chipper? For tomorrow? Send the bastard a good message.”

Wanda laughs, “No, he’ll just sue you for property damages. You don’t need to be dealing with that on top of everything else. He’s not worth it.”

“But you are,” he says and hugs her. “Give your aunt and cousins hugs,” he tells his daughter. She does as he says sadly because she doesn’t want to go yet. Pietro promises the crying girl that they’ll be back the next morning but she is still reluctant to go. Unfortunately, he has to carry the girl crying all the way to his truck. The boys run off with Rachel to try and finish the match before it’s time for her to go too.

You laugh as you watch them disappear. “I guess that’s my cue as well,” you say as you start to pack up your things. There’s an awkwardness to your movements as you aren’t sure if the previous plans for the two of you were still on or not. But you aren’t sure how to ask. “I’ll uh, see you tomorrow?”

Wanda nods slowly as she watches you. “I wanted to keep our plans but, I’m sure you’re exhausted and well, keeping those kids entertained was pretty draining.”

“Oh, yeah, no,” you wave your hands around as you play off the disappointment. “I get it. Another time then?” You toss your jacket over your shoulder.

“Yeah,” Wanda nods, “I don’t have Tommy and Billy this week. Maybe we can figure out a time to meet up. And it doesn't have to be at the store.”

“Um,” you look to the floor then look back up, “Rach and I have a camping trip planned this week. We're leaving Monday morning. We'll be back on Friday, though. So maybe Friday night?” Wanda begins to worry about what the meet up might be interpreted as. She isn't sure why now she was having this anxiety. She said that she was looking forward to the store. She suggested that they meet somewhere else. Almost as if you can read her mind, you include. “It’d be nice to have a friend that isn't my ex-wife or my boss.”

“Aren’t I technically your boss until this is done?” Wanda asks with a playful tone.

“You’re not paying me,” you retort.

“I am, in food,” she reminds you.

You click your teeth, “You’ve got me there.” You walk to the bottom of the stairs and call out for your daughter to let her know it's time to go. “So, Friday?”

“Will you be offended if I bring someone?” Wanda asks as she thinks about how she can solidify that it's just friends hanging out. Nothing more.

You laugh, “No, I won't be offended. The more, the merrier.” Rachel comes running down the stairs. “Ready, pumpkin?” You ask as she stops beside you.

“Yeah, I almost beat Tommy, but he got me,” she frowns. “I will get him tomorrow though. I'm going to kick his butt!” she says with determination. Then she looks at Wanda and freezes, not noticing her there before.

Wanda smiles at the young girl and leans forward, “Can you keep a secret?” Rachel nods, her eyes still wide. “I hope you win,” she straightens up and follows you and Rachel to the front door. “I'll see you tomorrow,” she says to you as she leans against the front door.

“I will see you tomorrow, Wanda,” you bid her a goodnight and climb into your car.

“I think Tommy and Billy will be great brothers,” Rachel says as she gets her playlist ready.

“What are you going on about over there?” You say with a laugh.

Rachel shrugs as she finds a love song, “It's okay, you’ll catch up eventually.” You laugh at her randomness.

Wanda calls the boys down so they can start dinner and she smiles every time she thinks of your name.

Chapter 4

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Waiting

Word Count: 464 Prompt: Gratitude Ship: Kaider (Kai x Cinder) A/N: I'm incredibly late to the party, but I wanted to appreciate my favorite book series and some of my favorite ships in the world. So here I am, not-really-but-still-hoping-to catch up! Hopefully I can do all of these wonderful characters justice! @kaiderforever

Cinder let out a yawn that nearly unhinged her jaw like a snake's. She ran her middle finger under her eye, trying to brush away the sleepiness with it. A glance at Kai's desk showed he was still hunched over, intent on his work. Always working harder than he probably needed to. She smiled and refocused her attention on her net feed.

It was late, and Cinder's stomach was growling. But she refused to leave until she made sure Kai also got something to eat. She knew if she even dared to go grab some dinner and then go to sleep, he'd be here all night. Then, in the morning, she'd find him asleep on his desk, drooling on his portscreen. Which never failed to make her wince.

Letting out a quieter, more subtle yawn, she leaned her cheek against her fisted metal hand. Cool to the touch, it helped keep her awake as she checked newsfeeds about Luna and her efforts to improve diplomatic relations. Luckily, it seemed her and Kai's engagement had already helped, not that that was their reasoning for getting married. No, the politics had absolutely nothing to do with it. And for all intents and purposes, only they and their friends knew that part.

"Are you sure you don't have something else you want to do?" His voice echoed across the empty room, and Cinder glanced up, dismissing the feed in her eyes.

She shook her head. "I don't mind waiting." Raising an eyebrow, she added, "We both know what happened last time I didn't."

He had the grace to look embarrassed. "Yeah… that's true." For a moment, he fiddled with the stylus in his hands, and Cinder could see his Adam's apple bobbing. "And, um. Thank you… for staying." Though they were feet apart, she could almost imagine she was looking right into his eyes when he lifted his head again. And, really, wasn't she? Maybe it was dim in this office, but she'd never needed bright light to be in a room with him.

Cinder was moved to stand and make her way across the room to him. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she laid her cheek against his head. His own hand lifted to grab onto her arm, the contact filling her with a fuzzy, warm feeling. He was much comfier than her metal hand. "Always," she said in a near-whisper.

Though she wanted to stay in that moment, she broke the embrace, ruffling his hair. "Now hurry up. I'm hungry."

"Yes, ma'am," he teased, turning back to his portscreen. She smiled and went back to her seat, bringing up her net connection again. Even though she wouldn't eat for another twenty minutes more, she was satisfied. They both had all they needed right here.

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Hiii i love your writing could you mabye write something about luna eating the reader out(she/her) if thats okay??❤️❤️

OSMDH AAHAHEHSKHZ?.?3€€3!:/@2)

Okay i have never did this before but today i WILL challenge myself 😍😍

MDNI!!

Something new

TW: oral (f receiving), fingering, dirty talk, making out, Luna being the enthusiastic guy he is, there were at a party at sae's house, events happened when Luna first met Y/n 😇

It was fun all night, partying, having the most delicious food, drinking the most expensive drinks, it was all thanks to sae's money! You were sitting on the couch, drinking water, to make everything in your throat less-sorer, you were out drinking the most, when Luna was watching you and proudly admitting that you are the most bravest and coolest girlfriend he has ever had. While some of his colleagues were next to him they were asking him, "where did you find this girl?" He turned to them, and winked at them mumbling, "it is a secret."

...

Throw back to that one night, where you were out clubbing with your friends, screaming they lyrics of the song in the background while dancing, while your friends were cheering on you, it had been 3 days since you have broken up with your previous boyfriend, and you needed to forget about him.

"hey y/n, we are going to go grab some drinks, you want to tag along?" One of your friends said, and you couldn't help but agree. Your friend grabbed your arm so you do not get lost in the crowd, until you bumped into a tall guy, you locked your eyes with his green orbs, he whispered a "sorry" and you smiled back, leaving his heart flutter, before you were grabbed into the endless crowd. "girl i had to grab you quickly or else you would've gotten lost." Your friend said as she screamed because the music was too loud, VERY loud. "Yeah, yeah, let us just get the drinks." You rolled your eyes as you laughed when looking at your annoyed friend.

A couple of drinks later, and you and your friend were sitting in the high chairs next to the bar. "Im beat... i can not anymore..." you said as you put your palm on your cheek while looking over at your friend, you noticed a familiar face next to her, it was the guy you bumped into earlier. "Give me a second..." you said to your friend and walked over to green eyed male. "What a coincidence!" You said as you sat next to him, "oh, it is you, hey!" He said while smiling, oh how attractive he looked. "Sorry for bumping into you earlier, didn't mean to with the crowd being overflowed." He said as he looked at you, your pretty hair falling from the other side of your face, and how you smiled at him, oh how attractive she looked. "My name is Luna Leonardo, call me Luna." He looked at her with sleepy eyes while smiling, you smiled back and said, "nice to meet you Luna, my name name is Y/n L/n." If somebody heard his heart right now, they would be sure that he is having a heart attack, Luna's heart was beating so fast, so dangerously, this woman is dangerous. You both sat chatting about each other's life, which majors you took and how difficult life is.

"want me to buy you a drink?" He asked genuinely, he would be willing to pay anything for his new crush friend! "Sure but let me pay you some time again." You said as you giggled, this guy gave you butterflies in your stomach and you were not complaining, fair blonde hair, slightly slicked to the side with his green orbs, his muscular body, which can be barely seen, you just wanted to see everything in him. Now how do you not call that a perfect man?

He handed you one of the drinks he just ordered while you were observing his face, his smiling figure which he would not let down. "You're cute, Luna." You spat out, not cautious of what you just said, leaving the guy next to you, a blushing mess, he stuttered at first but he gathered the courage to talk back to you, "and you seem even more prettier, y/n" he tilted his head to the side as he watched how your face expressions changed, you were nervously blushing. "Dont mind if i do." He said as he leaned in to kiss you, you were surprised how things escalated quickly, you would accept his kiss, of course you would, so you crashed into his lips leaving him startled but he gives in. You both let go at the same moment, looking at each others eyes. "Why don't we take things to the next level? Mr. Pretty boy?" You said as you grabbed his arm, and took him to the upstairs room, he whistled as you grabbed him and kept smirking about it.

"mmh~" you whined into his mouth, you were sitting on his lap, while he deepend the kiss, "you are so pretty..." he mumbled into your mouth, making you moan. He then shifted his position, and now he is hovering over you, caging you whole. "you look hot, luna~" you teasingly said as you looked to the guy above you, his was already drunk and so were you, so if something does happen just let it happen. "I want you right now, y/n." He said as you slowly nodded, he leaned against the crook of your neck and sloppily kissed it, leaving unseen marks, thankfully he was considerate, and then proceeded to go underneath, underneath until he reached a certain wet part. "You are so wet, how cute..." he whispered as he brought his finger and dragged it against the fabric separating you and his fingers. "A-ah." You sighed as he removed the fabric and rubbed your clit in a circular motion, leaving you whine. And he knew at this perfect moment to shove one of his fingers inside of you, making you squirm but he put you down with his other hand. "ah~ fuck." You said as you grabbed the pillows on the couch, heat was circling around you, and your vision slowly getting fuzzy, "you are doing this much while i didn't even put my second finger in, how exciting." He whispered again, but he was dangerously close to making you cum, he then inserted his second finger and started curling his fingers inside of you. "A-ah! Cu-cummin'!" You screamed as you grabbed the hem of your skirt. And thats when you actually did cum. You panted quickly, and he did too, although he was taking care of himself while you did not notice.

"have you ever had an oral, doll?" He casually said when he slightly smirked, you just panted while looking at him with a confused look, " what is an oral?" And he widened his eyes, he laughed about it and then whispered in your ear, " i am going to show you." He put you on the edge of the couch and he went down on the floor and spread apart your legs grabbing them from your inner thighs. "I- ah-" you stuttered this action was so unprovoked from him, "dont worry, i will make you feel good." He sinked in until he was met with your bare clit. He gave you at first kitten licks, and then proceeded to shove his tongue even deeper into your pussy, "a-ah! Luna-!" You whimpered. He continued doing this action for a mere 5 minutes, and then proceeded to SUCK until he backed down, and restarted again, as he groaned agaisnt you clit you felt a vibration from it that sent your body shivering make you cum.

"a-ah, Luna you should have warned me.." you said as you were panting even faster, and little did you know he was swallowing every single drop of you. "Well you do taste delicious, i couldn't back up." He giggled while he sat next to you, looking at you with his green orbs, "now what do you want to do?" You looked at him with a shocked face, how could he still have the stamina, so you just gave him a kiss on the cheek and told him, " that is enough for today but maybe, another day ill do the same for you." You chuckled as you were trying to catch your breath and put back your skirt into it's place. "well you do seem fun, mr pro-football player."

"YOU KNOW ME?!"

HELP IM LAUGHING MY ASS OFF RN THE ENDING 💔💔

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Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Mature | Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Spy Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy in the Muggle World, Hogwarts Eighth Year

4/10 - chapter one, two, three - read on ao3

july 1998

Ginny shows up on Dean’s doorstep halfway through the summer, anger practically radiating off of her, “If I stayed in that house one more second, I might’ve killed someone.”

Draco isn’t quite sure how to speak to her, how to look at her. He may not be a real Death Eater, but he said and did plenty of awful things, and even meant some of them. Luna and Dean are her friends, but he is nothing better than a bully and very likely worse. He can guess, though, that grief has not brought her family together. It certainly hasn’t made Ginny anything but vicious.

She avoids him, too. They don’t talk much to each other, at least not directly, and she doesn’t stay in any room he’s in for very long. He doesn’t blame her, even if it stings. The hurt is his to feel.

He spends more time outside. He’s a little afraid of getting his hands dirty, terrified that if he goes back to the wildness of his childhood, he’ll discover that all of the ugliness and poison inside of him has killed the boy he was. Gentleness still feels clumsy when he attempts it, though he keeps trying, and he knows that he was gentle once.

Draco remembers what he used to be, odd and vulnerable, his first instinct kindness rather than cruelty. He wants to return to it, but he’s scared that it’s out of reach now.

It’s an irrational fear. Claire is out in the garden most early mornings and late evenings, though it doesn’t really take that much tending. He asks her how he can help and passes the next four hours in her quiet company, hand buried deep in cool soil. He keeps asking. The rich brown dirt becomes a permanent fixture around his nail beds, the same way that he becomes a permanent fixture in the Thomas house and in the sleepy village of Crawley Down.

***

He returns to London on an afternoon train for Marcie’s birthday in mid-July. He’s not entirely sure what to expect. He’s never met Donna or Leroy Price, and he doesn’t even know if Marcie told them that he was coming.

Their house is tucked away in a wizarding suburb, a red brick row house situated in the center of a cul-de-sac. A boy is riding a tricycle under the watchful eye of his father, a young mother watering a pristine lawn with a baby propped on one hip. It’s idyllic in a way that makes Draco’s skin itch.

He rings the bell, and the door is answered by a middle-aged wizard with thick silver hair.

“Hello,” she says with a kind smile, “You must be Draco. I’m Donna Price.”

He allows her to usher him inside, “It’s nice to meet you.”

“You as well. Marcie doesn’t say much, but when she does, it’s usually about you.”

Draco frowns, alarm bells ringing in his head. That doesn’t sound like Marcie at all.

“Now, Marcie’s told us that you’re taking her somewhere?”

He laughs, a bit nervously now, “I’m sure she’s come up with a whole itinerary.”

Donna glances over at the stairs, and lowers her voice, “Thank you for coming up. I know that it can take a while, you know, for kids who have been through what they’ve been through to trust people. We’re trying to let them set the pace, but I’ll admit, we’re a little worried.”

Draco feels a rush of relief. He, admittedly, doesn’t have an overwhelming amount of faith in the Ministry and what they consider to be suitable guardians, but he has a feeling about Donna Price.

“Of course. If it makes you feel better, Ella hardly spoke to me at all.”

She sighs, “I’ll feel better when I see her speak to anyone who isn’t Marcie. Going back to school might be good for her, for both of them. At least they’ll be able to interact with kids their own age.”

Marcie stomps down the stairs then, cutting off the conversation. Donna reaches out to squeeze his shoulder as they leave.

“Let me know if you’re going to be out late,” she says and waves them off.

Draco pulls Marcie into his side, “So, what do you want to do?”

It’s her thirteenth birthday and the world is wide open in front of them. He takes her to a movie, and on the bus she’s just as chatty as he’s used to, supplying endless questions for him to answer about Luna and Dean and Crawley Down. He tells her about Ginny, calling up old stories from school to fill in the gaps created by the careful distance that has been established between them.

“One of her brothers died in the war,” Draco explains, “And she’s having a hard time. I think it’ll be good for her to be around Dean and Luna, they’re some of her best friends.”

“Oh,” Marcie says in a small voice.

Draco shakes his head, “You’ve met one of her brothers, actually, Ron.”

She brightens, “He’s the one who told us Ella was still alive. And he actually read Matilda.”

“Yeah, that’s him.”

“Well, if she’s his sister, she has to be brilliant.”

He laughs, “Exactly. She once jinxed these boys that were picking on Luna, and the entire school talked about it for weeks. No one wanted to mess with her after that.”

“I don’t like thinking of people being mean to Luna,” Marcie says.

“Me neither.”

They see Mulan, and Draco buys Marcie a bucket of popcorn that’s basically half her size and a box of toffees. Afterwards, Marcie tells him the entire plot of Howl’s Moving Castle over ice cream. It was one of the books she’d gotten during their trip, and she’s already read it through twice since.

“And then he comes to rescue her from the Witch, and he’s a mess,” she continues excitedly, “And that means he loves her! Anyways, Miss Angorian was actually the Witch’s fire demon and she takes Calcifer so she can control Howl’s heart but Sophie frees Calcifer so Howl can destroy the fire demon. Calcifer obviously fixes Sophie’s age.”

Draco nods along, “So what happens to Calcifer?”

“Well, he’s technically free, because he’s not tied to Howl anymore, but he chooses to stay. And Sophie and Howl confess their undying love or whatever.”

“I’m assuming you liked the book, since you just spent twenty minutes reciting the plot from memory, but what did you think about it?”

Marcie shrugs, “I liked the way that fairytales were real, and I really liked Sophie, but Howl was such a, a-”

“I’m not gonna get mad if you curse, Marce.”

“Howl was such a bitch to Sophie! He was literally hitting on her sister at the beginning, and he treated her so badly the entire time… I don’t know. It made me mad, how quickly she forgave him, just because he apparently loved her.”

Draco grins, “Sometimes people do irrational things, especially when they’re in love. But I think you’re right. You shouldn’t forgive someone who’s mean to you unless they really make things right.”

As they head back to the Prices’, Marcie tugs on Draco’s hand.

“Can I ask you for a favor?”

“Obviously,” Draco says.

Marcie smiles but it’s a little more subdued than he’s used to, “Write to me more, even if I don’t write back, okay?”

“Okay.”

***

Ginny is standing on the platform, arms wrapped tightly around herself, tender, bruise-dark skin beneath her eyes. For a moment, it’s like looking in a mirror.

“Hey,” she says, “Dean and Luna are already asleep.”

Draco nods, and ducks his head. They start the walk across the village, neither of them speaking, no light but the moon and the torch in Ginny’s hand and the occasional lamp post.

“I’m sorry,” Ginny rushes out, “For avoiding you. I know it’s been weird, I just didn’t really know how to have this conversation, and to be honest, I really don’t want to.”

Draco looks over at her in surprise, “It’s alright. You don’t have to explain yourself.”

Ginny scowls at him, “Shut up, okay? I need to get it out.”

He holds up his hands in surrender.

“Thank you. You know, for saving my life. I haven’t been feeling particularly grateful, for anything really, but especially not for being alive,” her voice gets rough at the end, like it’s painful for her to speak, gravel in her throat, “But that’s my own shit, and I shouldn’t be taking it out on you. I don’t want you to feel like you have to give me space or leave or anything.”

“Oh,” Draco says, and then stops.

It’s not what he had expected, at all, and he’s not sure what to do with it. It’s a small comfort to know that Ginny doesn’t hate him, but it’s swallowed by concern for her and by a bone-deep understanding.

“So, are we good?”

“Yeah, we’re good.”

***

It’s slow going, getting comfortable with each other, or at least it feels that way. In reality, it only takes the rest of the week. Ginny no longer treats him like the plague, and then Dean teaches them a Muggle card game, and he and Ginny play with a mercilessness that Dean’s good humor and Luna’s serene whimsy cannot touch.

They meet eyes, on opposite sides of the rough circle the four of them make on the floor, and Ginny smiles.

***

There’s another stretch of sunny days ahead. His shoulders straighten and relax. Draco, somehow, becomes the same kind of strange and wondrous that Luna is, at least in the eyes of the older villagers. He can feel himself becoming something new, or rather, something very old, something he was once but has not been for a very long time. The weathered man who sits at the counter of the farm shop down the road calls the both of them changeling with amusement and affection.

They begin to look similar as well. Luna’s hair lightens ever so slightly from the time spent outside, becoming nearly the same shade of cornsilk yellow that Draco’s is. Draco’s skin is less pale, more full of color, and he remembers one morning when he looks in the mirror that he used to have freckles. They reappear, scattered across the delicate bridge of his nose and then over his shoulders after a particularly warm week that the four of them spend lazing about half-dressed by the river.

Draco falls into a haze of light and laughter and calm, the kind that preceded a storm. He ignores the gathering clouds and walks down sun-warmed pavement arm-in-arm with Luna and Ginny.

***

The night is young and the air around him is heavy and full with the sound of crickets chirping. Above him there’s a clear sky and below him there is soft earth, still damp from the rain earlier in the day. It’s pleasantly warm, but muggy, so the skin at his elbow sticks together.

He’s reading in the still evening, backlit by the porch light. It’s a bit of a strain on his eyes, but he likes the solitude it provides him. He also likes the low murmur of voices he can hear from inside the house.

No one will bother him, but they’re all just a shout away.

He’d gotten immersed in A Tale of Two Cities, and it was almost like being home again, almost like being transported. For a while, he could exist entirely outside of the world. It’s a brand new experience, a gift, one he’ll never be able to repay Marcie for, not with all of the books in England.

He’s worked his way through a couple of the books that she’d made him buy now, moving from Dickens to Austen to Emily Bronte. He’s not sure how he feels about Wuthering Heights, altogether. It’s a bit grim, though A Tale of Two Cities had been too, and he’d liked it once he turned the last page.

As he reads, he murmurs the words under his breath.

Her spirit was high, though not rough, and qualified by a heart sensitive and lively to excess in its affections. That capacity for intense attachments reminded me of her mother: still she did not resemble her: for she could be soft and mild as a dove, and she had a gentle voice and pensive expression: her anger was never furious; her love never fierce: it was deep and tender. However, it must be acknowledged, she had faults to foil her gifts. A propensity to be saucy was one; and a perverse will, that indulged children invariably acquire, whether they be good tempered or cross.

He laughs a little, staring up at the stars with tears gathering at the corners of his eyes, though he would not be able to explain what they were for if someone had asked him. Before he can return to the book, Ginny cracks the back door open.

She has a complicated look on her face, one that Draco doesn’t quite know her well enough to read, “I think you should come inside.”

He leaves his book out on the brick pavers and follows her into the kitchen, where Ella and Marcie are seated at the island. There’s a kettle on already, and Marcie is chatting enthusiastically with Dean and Luna.

Everything goes quiet when he walks into the room.

“What are you doing here?” Draco asks, because he’s not sure what else to say.

Ella rolls her eyes, “Obviously, we’ve run away.”

Marcie appears to be fine, and unrepentant. Ella, however, is nervous. Her fingers are tapping out an uneven rhythm on the vinyl counter and she keeps glancing sideways at Draco, like she’s expecting him to kick them out at any second. He wants to press them for answers, but they’ve obviously had a long day and more than anything, he wants to bundle them up and hide them away from the world.

The kettle starts to whistle. Draco goes through the motions of making chamomile tea, and then he sends Ella and Marcie up to his room.

“I’ll come up and get your mugs in a few minutes, alright? I know you’re both probably tired. We can talk in the morning.”

Some of the tension eases from Ella’s shoulders. He waits until he can no longer hear their feet on the stairs, and then leans over the island, head in his hands.

“They can stay here as long as they need,” Dean says, “You know that.”

“Thank you,” Draco sighs.

Luna places a steady hand on his back, “I know you want to keep them.”

“It doesn’t matter what I want,” he says wearily, “I have to do what's best for them, and no matter how much I love them, I can’t take care of them. Not the way they deserve.”

“I don’t understand why you think that,” Dean replies.

Draco takes a deep breath and reigns his temper in. It’s not Dean’s fault that Draco did not have the childhood he did. Draco tells himself, insistently and fiercely, that it was not his either.

“I know you don’t,” Draco looks up at him, “But love isn’t enough, not when I’m barely functioning as it is. Some day, I’m going to lose my shit, and Ella will never forgive me. She’ll take it as proof that everything she believes about how the world works is true, that she has to do everything on her own, that she can’t trust anyone. The Prices are going to fuck up, sure, everyone does and I don’t know how to explain to you how it’s different, but it is.”

Dean and Luna ignore him, as they usually do when the topic comes up, and begin telling him all of the ways that he’s competent and selfless and a million other things that don’t have any real impact on the fact that he can still feel a storm coming. Ginny, though, continues to stare at him until they’ve worn themselves out.

“I think I get it,” she says carefully, slowly, “At least part of it. I had to leave the Burrow because I could feel it piling up and I knew if I stayed, people would be in the blast radius that didn’t deserve it. I came here to relieve the pressure but you don’t think you can do that. That’s what you mean, right?”

Draco’s shoulders sag, “Yes. That.”

It doesn’t solve the problem, any of them, but it helps to know that he has someone on his side. He knows that Dean and Luna just want him to be happy, but Ginny understands that it’s not always within reach, that sometimes there is a ceiling.

“We can’t do anything until we know what’s going on,” Ginny says, “But there are more than two options. It’s not all or nothing.”

He is overwhelmingly, impossibly grateful for Ginny. There is not just one path to walk, not anymore, and he does not have to walk it alone.

***

The sun rises on Crawley Down and Draco has not gotten nearly enough sleep for the day ahead. Claire makes him a coffee, pouring boiling water over the grounds. The dark liquid drains into a glass pot and it fills the kitchen with a rich, comforting aroma.

“I know it’s not very patriotic of me,” she whispers with a smile, “But I don’t like tea very much.”

He puts a ridiculous amount of sugar and cream in his, and then he goes out into the garden with Claire for a while. They’re working on expanding one of the beds, taking out some of the grass to make room for it. Claire wants to put more flowers in.

“Do you really change the garden this much every year?”

“Oh heavens, no,” Claire says.

Draco tilts his head, “Why this summer then?”

She just laughs and refuses to explain herself.

By the time the girls are awake and fed, Draco feels much calmer. He sits them down outside, hoping that it’ll make them feel like they have more privacy, like it does for him. He notices his copy of Wuthering Heights, still on the ground.

“I want you to know that you can stay here as long as you need to,” Draco says, “No conditions. But I would like to know what happened, and help if I can.”

Marcie and Ella avoid his eyes and instead look at each other, a silent conversation playing out in the space between them. They seem to come to a decision, and then Ella puts an arm around Marcie’s shoulders.

She tilts her chin up, defiant, “It wasn’t good.”

Draco’s heart plummets all the way down to the grass, past it, all the way to the center of the earth. It isn’t in his body anymore. For a moment, he is consumed by fear and guilt. If he was wrong about the Prices, if Marcie and Ella got hurt, he’ll never forgive himself.

He forces himself to keep his voice even, his expression open, “In what way?”

Marcie reaches out and takes his hands, “It wasn’t like it was with you.”

He squeezes Marcie’s fingers and looks over at Ella, who looks generally bad-tempered. He’s not sure how to get through to her, but he needs to.

“It wasn’t supposed to be.”

“They wouldn’t leave us alone for more than ten seconds, and they made us have separate rooms,” Marcie frowns, “And the house is weird and alive.”

“Well, they probably just wanted to make sure you were alright, and they have a lot of rooms in their house. They probably thought it would be nice for you guys to have your own space. And that’s just how wizarding houses are.”

“But Marcie’s not a wizard,” Ella says, obviously frustrated, “And the house scares her.”

Marcie elbows her sister, “I’m not scared!”

“Have you tried talking to the Prices about any of this?”

Ella stares at him like he’s just said something completely insane, which confirms at least some of his suspicions about their upbringing.

“Look, I’m not going to kick you out, but I do need to tell Mr. Garnier where you are and I’m going to speak to the Prices. I won’t tell them anything you told me if you don’t want me to. They’re probably really worried about you two right now.”

Marcie bows her head in guilt.

“I’m a pretty good judge of character,” he says, “And Donna seems like a kind, empathetic person. I think she wants you both to be comfortable and happy, and she’d be willing to work on some of these things if you brought them up to her. I haven’t actually met Leroy, but I imagine he’s the same.”

His assessment is, admittedly, based heavily on the feeling inside their house, the tenor of the magic flowing through it, pressed into the walls.

Ella’s bland expression doesn’t change.

Draco sighs and stands up, “I should probably go, before Mr. Garnier starts a manhunt.”

He knows exactly what he’s doing when he apparates to the Ministry, what it could trigger, but he takes the risk anyways. He wants to resolve this as soon as possible and he knows that it could very well take weeks, months, depending on how his conversations today go. He pushes the foreboding down as deep as it will go.

He catches Mr. Garnier just before he’s notified that Ella and Marcie are missing. Donna and Leroy arrive shortly after and they all sit down in a Ministry conference room.

“I’m sorry, I’m a bit of a crybaby,” Leroy says, dabbing at his eyes with a handkerchief, “I just don’t understand why they felt like they needed to leave.”

Draco tries not to let on how exhausted he is, or how he’s still fighting back the twist in his stomach from apparition, “I still don’t know much about what their life was like before the war, I never pressed, so a lot of what I’m operating on is guesswork, but they’ve spent a lot of time alone, the two of them against the world. Ella especially feels like she’s responsible for Marcie, and she has a hard time trusting other people.”

“What can we do?” Donna asks.

“From what I understand,” Draco says, “You’re doing everything right. This might keep happening, but it’s not because of anything you’re doing or not doing. I don’t think Ella is testing you, I don’t think she’d do that with Marcie involved, but you can look at it like that if you want. Just keep showing up, keep being there.”

It’s everything he can’t promise and everything he wants to. He’s always been the first and last line of defense, the one who stayed. His tether is fraying. He’s tried to get ahead of it, tried leaving the Manor, leaving his mother, but he can’t outrun this. He can’t outrun himself.

It’s a constructive conversation. The Ministry isn’t willing to cede legal control to the Muggle authorities, and Draco has to admit that he wouldn’t be in favor of that solution either. Here, he can throw his weight around. He can make sure that they’re safe. It means that wherever Ella and Marcie are, it’s going to be with a wizarding family. They could try to find a mixed-magic couple, one that lives in a Muggle area, but there still aren’t many options so soon after the war.

But Draco likes the Prices, and they’re willing to make it work. They’re kind, and they want to help, and they’re not Draco. Now, he just needs to talk to Ella and Marcie, who will both put up a fight. He hates the idea of fighting with either of them, but he knows that he’s more likely to actually get through to them than anyone else.

And because Draco’s day needed a way to get worse, he runs into Harry in the Ministry lobby. Literally. He’s dead on his feet, trying his best to keep his eyes open, and then Harry is right in front of him and then they’re both on the floor.

Harry gets up quickly. Draco stays down, hoping that he’ll be absorbed into the tile, and groans in pain.

“Are you okay?”

He cracks one eye open, “Yeah.”

Harry offers a hand to help him to his feet, and Draco takes it. It’s a strange feeling, knowing that he’d die for this man, but completely unable to muster up any sort of emotion about him other than panic. It isn’t even the fluttering nervous excitement of fourth year, just blind anxiety.

Harry stares at Draco, “I thought you were- Aren’t you staying with Dean?”

“Um. Yes?” Draco blinks at him in surprise.

He scratches the side of his nose, suddenly looking anywhere but at Draco, “Ginny told me you were there, before she left.”

“Right.”

Neither of them say anything for a moment, but neither of them leave. Just when Draco has decided that he’s had enough of the agonizing silence, Harry opens his mouth.

“Here to visit Hestia, then?”

“No,” Draco doesn’t know why the conversation is still happening, but he certainly won’t be the one to end it, “Ella and Marcie ran away last night.”

“Oh my God, are they missing?”

“No, no, they showed up at Dean’s.”

Harry raises his eyebrows, “How’d they get there?”

“They snuck onto the train,” Draco says, and smiles helplessly. He’s just so fucking fond of them, Ella’s unwavering determination, Marcie’s endless optimism.

“I assume they’re staying there for the time being?”

Draco shrugs, “Not sure yet. I have to talk to them again, but I’m hoping that they’ll go back to their placement.”

“But-” Harry pauses, shuffles his feet a little, “They ran away for a reason, yeah?”

Draco does not want to have this conversation for the third time in two days. He does things he doesn’t want to all the time, though, and he can’t seem to deny Harry anything.

“They’re just kids,” he says softly, “And it’s a complicated situation. They’re not used to relying on other people, there are bound to be some growing pains. They don’t trust the Prices yet but that doesn’t mean that it isn’t the right place for them.”

“You don’t think that the best person to take care of them is the person they trust the most?”

Draco stills. There’s something very hurt in Harry’s tone of voice or maybe the set of his eyes, something that runs deeper than this conversation. He’s had enough practice now to treat this carefully.

“Marcie trusts me, but Ella doesn’t, and she never will. She felt comfortable being combative with me in a way she wasn’t with proper adults, that’s all. I’m not taking that as a sign that she would ever really trust me with herself, much less with Marcie,” Draco stops, but Harry’s gaze is still intense, “I love them, but they need more than love. They need stability. They need people who are healthy and mature and not eighteen. They need people who can actually take care of them.”

Harry shakes himself out of a kind of daze, “Sorry, that was… I didn’t mean to be pushy.”

“That’s alright,” Draco says, “But, are you alright?”

He’s not sure what gives him the courage, the audacity, to ask the question and actually expect an answer, but whatever instinct he had was correct.

“I’ve been better,” Harry confesses, half sheepish and half miserable, “Ginny might’ve mentioned Ron and Hermione are abroad at the moment? I’m not really used to being alone.”

Draco has a sudden, awful urge to invite Harry to Crawley Down, nevermind that the house is practically bursting at the seams now. There are a whole host of reasons why he cannot do that, but for a moment, none of them matter.

And then they do again, and Draco pushes the feeling away.

“Don’t be a martyr, Potter,” he says, and it feels inadequate, “You have other friends.”

Harry shrugs, but it’s less a response and more an uncomfortable roll of his shoulders.

“I really have to go, though,” Draco murmurs.

Harry nods, once, and watches Draco walk away. He can feel it, all the way around the corner and past it.

He has just one last stop to make before he returns to Crawley Down, because he will not be able to leave otherwise. He cannot get the thought of Harry here alone, staying, out of his head.

Hestia looks up as soon as he props himself in the doorway to her office.

“Are you still taking cases?”

***

He keeps it together. He fights with Ella, and then he fights with Marcie, and then he fights with Luna, which is a surreal experience that he would like to never repeat. Luna fights like she does everything else: like a dream and a wild animal and an ancient, all knowing thing.

He keeps it together. He holds Marcie while she cries into his shoulder. He tells Ella that Marcie needs to be settled before Ella has to go back to Hogwarts in September, and the Prices are willing to do whatever it takes to make them safe. He tells them both, again, that he will never turn them away. He writes a dry, stilted letter to his mother that says very little and asks after her health three times. He accepts a strange and somehow melodic apology from Luna.

He keeps it together. He meets with Donna and Leroy again, this time carting Marcie and Ella along with him. They draw up ground rules, a shared room and a dedicated time each week to check in with each other and regular trips to the library for Marcie.

He keeps it together. He apparates back to Crawley Down late that night so he doesn’t have to stay at the flat with his mother, and he hits a level of fatigue that makes him unable to sleep or stop crying. He bursts into tears whenever he moves and he feels nothing and he keeps it together.

On his third day without sleep, he sobs for upwards of two hours straight and shakes through the next five, vulnerable and more tired than he’s ever been. His skin, and everything beneath it, feels like one massive bruise. He descends into a kind of delirium where everything feels far away, except for every bad thing that has ever happened, which all press closer and closer until he’s walled in, surrounded.

Luna and Dean and Ginny try to stage an intervention, but Draco can’t pay attention for long enough to get through their whole speech. He won’t take anything for it either, Muggle or magical. He couldn’t even handle children’s cough medicine, there is no way he’s going to risk Dreamless Sleep, especially with the state he’s in. For all he knows, he’ll completely lose his mind and murder all of them and wake up with no memory of it.

“Draco, please,” Luna pleads, “You need to sleep. Or at least eat something.”

But he’s gone so long without eating that he doesn’t feel hungry anymore, only vacant and sick. If he eats anything, he’s going to throw up and then he’ll be thrown right back into that night. The one he can’t think about. The one that he hides from, even now, even in his own mind.

He knows it’s coming. He either dies here, in the guest room of Dean’s house, or his mind will, inevitably, recreate it. He has to eat eventually. He has to sleep eventually. The remembering is barreling towards him and all he can do is try to run faster.

He runs until he can’t anymore, until his body forces him into unconsciousness. The dream isn’t distorted this time. It isn’t fragmented. It isn’t a dull half-memory. It is a full, clear recollection. A reliving. That’s where he meets him again, the worst person he knows, the person that he would kill if he could, the person he almost did.

Draco, at sixteen, cold and ruthless and militant, a Dark Mark on his forearm and absolutely nothing in his heart.

He relives the night he almost died, the venom and the pain and the most horrifying part of it all, his father singing him to sleep. He screams himself out of it, lurching awake, bile rising in his throat. He rushes to the bathroom and empties his stomach of pure acid. He still hasn’t eaten. Distantly, he hears Dean and Luna and Ginny follow him into the room, voices blending into a wall of concerned noise.

He’s left gasping over the toilet, face pressed into the cold porcelain at its edge, and he can’t catch his breath, and he can feel Ginny’s panicked gaze on his back. He’s sweating, overheated, but the warmth is only skin deep.

It’s still inside of him, that glacial emptiness, the hollowed out, haunted feeling coursing through his veins. He wants to burn it out, cauterize the big, gaping wound inside of him, sear his own skin off if that’s what it takes to make it stop. He just wants it to stop.

“Breathe, Draco,” Luna trails her fingers down his spine, somehow always knowing exactly how much physical contact he needs to feel grounded without being overwhelmed, “It’s alright. You did your best. Everything is going to be fine.”

And that’s the awful thing, isn’t it? Draco did his best. He fought and he bled and when the war was over, the people he loved were alive. He escaped Azkaban. He never has to look into his father’s eyes again and be confronted by the softness he finds in them. Draco has been handed everything he ever let himself want.

He is eighteen and he should be happy.

Instead, he’s pulling his face away from the toilet bowl and pressing the heel of his palm into the middle of his forehead. It does nothing to relieve the ache or to stop the tears from flowing freely down his cheeks.

“Sorry,” he says, in the smallest voice imaginable.

Ginny shifts into the very edge of his vision and places a tentative hand on his arm, “Are you alright?”

He shakes his head and breathes, a wet shuddering thing. Dean moves closer, pressing his knees into Draco’s thigh, and now they’re all touching him. Something in his chest eases.

“I had a nightmare.”

“Do you have them a lot?”

He is expecting her to ask what it was about, so the question throws him for a moment. It almost, but not quite, startles him out of his tears.

“Not really. I used to, when I was a kid,” he says, “Nearly every night.”

“Did your parents do anything that helped?”

He stares at Ginny blankly until her expression shifts, first into sadness and then anger.

“Why did the universe give you to people who weren’t going to love you?” Luna asks, stroking his hair, “It’s not fair.”

He flinches back from her touch. He knows that Luna is trying to provide comfort, in all the ways she can, but the words and the gesture only remind him of the chilling, dreadful truth. All it does is pluck at the very nerve that he has left exposed.

“They loved me,” Draco says quietly, “He loved me.”

Ginny looks as fierce as ever, protective in a way that he’s seen many times but never directed towards him, “That was not love.”

“It was,” he insists, and then he looks to Luna and Dean, “He loved me. He didn’t even love my mom. What does it say about me, that I was a thing he could love?”

Luna lunges forward to catch him as he slumps back to the floor. He ends up cradled in her arms, rocked back and forth against her, Dean and Ginny joining her to cocoon Draco between their bodies.

“Oh, Draco, nothing. It says nothing.”

He weeps, gasping and desperate and terrible. It’s an exorcism, a blood-letting, a lightning strike. He sits on that cold tiled floor, with Luna and Dean and Ginny, and he follows their breathing like it’s one of the paths through the Manor’s woods, littered with sharp stones and fallen branches.

The storm has not passed, but for the first time, he feels certain that it will. He knows that behind every overcast sky, the sun is waiting patiently. He doesn’t quite believe it yet, that he could have crawled through all of that decay and cruelty and remained salvageable, but he will, someday.

The flood waters recede and they leave behind a world washed clean, brand new and ancient. He emerges green and alive, in a way he hasn’t been since he was a child running through the forest with no shoes. It hurts. It feels like love.

He tells them about the things they have only caught glimpses of before, the venom and the terror, and that night he will never forget, when his mind bent to a breaking point.

He makes his way around the heart of it all, and never once touches it. He does not tell them about the thing that he has buried deeper than all of it, under all of the corrosion and self-loathing, somewhere that even the most talented of legilimens could not reach, that Draco himself can only gaze at from a distance, unfeeling, like he’s looking through a badly glazed window.

Harry is a road that Draco travels with bare feet, hoping that one day it will be painless.

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Will You Follow Me?

(to the ends of the earth)

Male!reader x Steven Grant

Fandom: Moon Knight

Rating: 18+

Word count:3.2

Summary: You have been down this road before but you can’t seem to help yourself.

Warnings: Sexual themes, interrupted sex, nightmares, cursing, past reader x oc, no beta, Will Need to read moonlit drops to understand this.

Notes: @jun--young Dude thank you for being so patient with me for getting this out and I hope you like it! This was so fun to write. You have always been a huge friend/supporter/awesome person for me and I am just grateful for you. And I hope life is being good to you rn. <3<3<3<3<3<3

Again, if you haven't read moonlit drops this won’t make any sense. This takes place mostly after that story.

Your world changed on a rainy Sunday morning with a single wailing scream.

The nurses wrapped her in a soft pink blanket and with a wide smile, like it was nothing, they gave over your daughter.

You weep from the sheer joy of finally getting to meet your child. Her mother only looked away.

You liked the early morning hours best. When it was still dark out, the sunrise was only a breath away and there was only the quiet to keep you company. Still half-wake, you filled up the electrical kettle for your morning cup of tea.

As you waited for the tea, you opened the laptop and went over your orders. You needed more flour, and eggs. A lot of eggs, both real and the vegan replacement.

The holidays were coming up soon and those were your busiest times. You paused for a moment, looking at how many orders you had.

Then you pulled up your suppliers’ website. You were going to need a lot of eggs.

The kettle beeped and you stood with yawn. Mindlessly you went through your daily routine of making tea. The smell alone was enough to start waking you up.

"Daddy?" A sleepy voice called out, sweet and quiet. You turned around, your arms already opening up for Luna. She blinked at you, pillows lines in her cheek and a confused pout.

Still in her green footie pj's with Princess Tiana printed on it, she went over to you. She stumbled just a little bit but you caught her in time. You swung her up and hugged her close.

Luna was so warm and soft and still smelled like her strawberry shampoo from her bath last night. It made your heart ache from sheer overwhelming love and you tightened your arms around her.

You bounced her playfully, kissing her sleep warm cheek. "Hey princess. Did you sleep well?"

She hummed, tucking her face in your neck, already falling back to sleep. With one hand holding on to your tea and Luna in your arm, you went back to work, checking dull emails.

In an hour or so, you will have to wake up to get her ready for her school field trip. However, right now, with the stillness of morning and the center of your universe asleep in your arms, you soaked in all in.

Surely there was no greater peace than this.

When you met Luna’s mother, you were young and drunk and covered in body glitter. You still remembered how she met your eyes in the flashing lights of the club and gave you a shy, hopeful smile.

She was beautiful and you couldn’t breathe and you were in love by the end of the night. You brought an engagement ring six months later. A simple one with a round diamond.

You had excuses for the mistakes you had, youth and rose colored glasses. You thought you had a love story just like your parents.

There was no excuse for how Steven Grant made you act like some love sick teenager. You went down that road before at full speed and Luna was the only good thing to come from it.

Yet you couldn’t seem to stop yourself from pulling Steven into another kiss and gods help you, Steven seemed just as hungry. He shoved you back onto your bed, the sheets and blanket a mess but the dizzying kissing didn’t stop.

“Do you have time before…?” Steven asked, his lips against yours and his hand running down your chest. His fingertips were a little rough against your skin but you only pressed into the touch. Your own hands roaming over warm and solid flesh.

Gods, those sweaters hid a lot.

You haven’t allowed yourself to touch another since… you weren't going to think about her right now. So you nipped at his bottom lip, grinning at the gasp you earned.

“Yeah, make it quick.” You ordered, curling a hand in those beautiful, soft curls. His dark eyes caught yours and you couldn’t breath for a moment. You didn’t even want air, you just wanted him.

Steven chuckled breathlessly, “How quick-“

You cut him off, pulling him flush against you and after that, there were only soft touches and softer murmurs and warm pleasures as the sun rose over the city.

Later, with mussed hair and a steaming mug of tea in your hand, you glanced at your phone, just to be sure that your mum hasn't texted you again. She had only texted you a single photo from late last night and a smiley face.

It was Luna in her jammies, her hair still damp from the bath and her mouth covered in chocolate and asleep in front of the T.V with Lady and Tramp on. You stared at it, missing her more than you thought possible.

Arms wrapped around your waist, Steven’ chin on your shoulders. He was dressed up, the world of adult responsibility calling to them both. You tilted your phone for him to let him see.

Steven laughed, “Man, she is adorable.”

“Yeah.” You agreed, grinning when Steven kissed your cheek, his morning stubble rough against your skin.

There were going to be conversations later, because you needed Steven to understand that nothing, not even your own heart, will be placed above Luna’s happiness and wellbeing.

But you could allow yourself this moment.

The three loaves of bread came out beautifully, soft and fluffy with a good crust. The smell was heady and wonderful in the warmth in the cafe’s kitchen. It would be perfect for some sandwiches.

It was a thing the cafe always did, make a butchs of sandwiches right before the lunch rush and If there was enough left over, you and Luna could have some for dinner when she was back home from school.

Carefully you took them off the cooling rack, and with a second to admire it, you moved on to cutting thick slices of bread. It was an hour before the lunch rush and you knew that you could count on a group of regulars to fill the cafe.

The coffee was ready to go and you moved with ease, the routine was something you have been doing since you were a child.

Your mum peeked her head in. Age have been kind to Mary Anne even if life hasn't been and she could still pass for her forties. Her short hair was white, but it suited her in a way her old hair color never did. Strong and thickly built, she ruled the kitchens with an iron fist.

Right now, though, her face was softened into a smile for you. You wiped your hands before you pulled her into a hug. It still surprised you sometimes that you were taller than her, Mary Anne seemed larger than life to you.

“My baby boy.” She murmured even as you rolled your eyes at the nickname.

“It’s good to see you, mum.” You told her.

Mary huffed out a smoker laugh as she went to the sink and turned her head to eye you. She had that knowing look and you pointedly turned your back to her. You got two cutting boards set up along with onions, lettuce and tomatoes.

“You know I came for a reason.” She said, already nudging you out of the way to help. You nudged her back, not giving up your spot and pushed her cutting board closer to her.

“I know.” You grumbled, eyes darting the wall clock. It had been five days since the first date with Steven, the next one will be tonight and maybe you had been a little too excited for it. You had almost told Luna that it was a date but you didn’t.

It was too soon so far as Luna knew you were having a guy’s night. She had wrinkled her nose. “Football?” She asked in such distaste that you laughed.

“I still remember you coming home at six in the morning, still drunk as a skunk and sure that you found the woman of your dreams.” Mary said bluntly. “Your Papa would have helped you buy a ring that day if I didn’t stop him.”

You sighed, “I know. Do you have to bring that up?”

“I just want you to be careful.” Mary said, working the head of lettuce and peeling the outer layers. “You take after him, both of you were always romantics. You aren’t a kid anymore. You have a daughter to think about now.”

“Trust me. She is the only thing I am thinking about.” You said, slicing the tomatoes in thick, even circles.

There was a pause then You spoke, your voice quiet.

“I know I need to go slow. There's just something about him and I just can’t help it.” You shrugged. “I am planning on having a talk with him. I won’t let it go past this date if he gets huffy about being second place to Luna.”

Your mum hummed, her knife chopping almost impossibly fast. You stared in amazement, and promised to spend some more time practicing.

“Good.” Mary Anne said finally. It looked like she had something else to say, her lips pursed just so and you sighed.

“Out with it, Mum. I never knew you held anything back if you thought someone was making a mistake.”

She put down the knife and cupped your face, locking eyes with you. “Just be careful baby. People aren’t always like what they seem to be. You never know what lurks under the surface. And you are too open, too kind with your own heart.”

You pulled her into a one arm hug, “Don’t worry, Mum. I will be careful. I promise.”

Later with only the streetlight and falling autumn leaves for company, you and Steven stumbled down the sidewalk, a little tipsy and giddily from the beers. Steven wrapped an arm around your shoulder. You returned it by hugging his waist, a finger hooked into his belt loop.

“So as I was telling her good night, she told me that she was going to ask one of the gods to keep an eye on me so I would be safe walking at night.” You told him, still amused by how solemn Luna looked when she told you.

She had been wearing your old college shirt, far too big for her and her small feet covered with her little pink socks. Her skinny arms were tight around a thick book about ancient Egypt.

You had almost told her they weren’t real but you didn’t have the heart for it so you just kissed her forehead and told her ‘thank you, baby girl.’

“Oh? Which one?” Steven asked. He actually sounded interested, and it made your smile grow. You hoped it was a good sign.

You tried to remember, your brow furrowed. “I know I am going to say it wrong but Kho- Khos- something like that.”

Steven made a choking sound and you glanced up at him in surprise. Steven looked like he went pale even in the buttery warm lights.

“Khonshu?” Steven asked. He chuckled but it sounded a little strained.

“Yeah, that's it.” You said, watching him carefully. “Is everything okay? He isn't evil or something, right? Because if so, we are heading straight to my mum’s house. Maybe call a priest. Or the ghostbusters.”

Steven blinked then let out a real laugh. “Nah. But he is kind of a huge jerk.”

“You met this Khonshu then?” You teased him, bumping your hip against his.

“I haven’t told you? It is a perk of working at the museum. I got all of their autographs.” Steven replied.

You laughed, unaware of how Steven’s grin softened as he watched you. Something in the air shifted as you met his eyes, your breath caught your throat.

“You looked amazing right now.” Steven admitted, his voice low.

You leaned into him, soaking his warm body heat. His cologne was faint but the warm, spicy scent of it made your head spin. You shifted, pressing your lips against his jaw. He must have shaved before the date because his skin was soft.

You kissed along his jawline, ending it with a kiss on the corner of his mouth. His hands slide downward from your shoulders to your hips, his thumb resting on the top of your jeans.

He was leaning toward you and you met him, his lips, warm and firm, pressed against yours. The kiss was slow, but there was a promise in it and you hummed. Your hands curled into his jacket, holding on as the kiss deepened.

“Do you want to-“ you murmured against his lips, torn between wanting Steven to say yes and knowing better.

“Gods, yes. Please.” Steven repiled.

You don’t think you ever walked so fast in life and you fumbled with the townhouse keys as Steven pressed open mouth kisses against your neck, distracting you.

“If you don’t stop that, You are getting fuck against my front door and then I will have to an uncomfortable conversation with my neighbors.” You warned him.

Steven groaned, but stopped just long enough for you to turn the keys in. When on the other side of the side, Steven grabbed you by the shoulders and pressed you right against the door.

You laughed breathlessly in surprise, pulling him down to kiss. It was sloppy and filthy and wonderful. You felt like you could kiss him forever.

Somehow you and him made it into the bedroom, and Steven didn’t waste any time unbuttoning your jeans. Your hands tightened in the blanket as he took into his mouth, and you moaned at the wet heat of it.

“I have been thinking about this- about you for days.” Steven rasped before he reclaimed your cock with his mouth, going all the way down to the base and your head tipped back.

You gasped his name, unable to say much else as he kept bobbing his mouth up and down. He hummed in a way that went straight to your core and shot hot sparks up your spine. You thrusted upward as your hands grabbed his shirt, your thighs trembling.

“Shit- sorry. You gotta stop, darling. You’re going to make me cum.” You muttered, running fingers down his cheek in apology. Steven pulled off, spit shiny on his lips and chin. His eyes were impossibly dark and gorgeous.

“Don’t be.” Steven told you.

You groaned, “C’mere.”

Steven, prefect and sweet Steven, obeyed. His arms caged your head as he settled on your hips, his jeans rough against your own skin. You tugged Steven’s shirt off, admiring the form as tanned skin was revealed.

He immediately leaned down and you groaned into the kiss, touching everywhere you could. His strong back and shoulders and his soft stomach, fingers going down the trail of dark hair

Then there was a sharp, thrilling sound. You and him jerked away, staring at each other in confusion. It came again and you realized it was your phone.

“I gotta get it-“ you told him but Steven was already rolling off and you grabbed your phone from its spot on the floor. Your mum’s name flashed and you picked up immediately.

“Mum- hey. Is everything okay?” You asked, heart pounding. Countless, horrible scenarios flashed through your mind at a rapid pace. And you thought your heart was going to leap out of your throat.

Steven was on the bed, his eyes on you. For once, he almost looked different, his face oddly serious when you were used to seeing him look more sweet.

“Luna is okay. But she had a really bad nightmare.” Your mum’s voice was calm and your shoulders slumped. Then you heard the phone being handed over.

“Daddy?” Luna’s watery voice broke your heart. It was clear she had been crying. And you would give up an arm and leg to be able hold her right that very second.

“Hey, baby girl. Are you okay?” You asked, already buttoning up your jeans and trying to find your shirt. Steven grabbed it and handed it over to you. He was already getting dressed.

“I had a bad dream. There was a monster. Could you come pick me up?” She asked with a hiccup.

“I’m on my way, I will be there before you know it, alright?” You told her, keeping your voice smoothing and low.

You murmured some more comforting nonsense before hanging up. With a deep breath, you risked a glance at Steven. Except there was no anger, only concern.

He didn’t hesitate to come over. His hands ran up and down your arms slowly in an effort to smooth you.

“Is everyone okay?” Steven asked, his own voice much calmer than yours. You nodded, grabbed his hands and squeezed them. You offered up a smile.

“Yeah, just a nightmare but I have to go get her.” You said with a touch of regret. You had really been looking for alone time with Steven. “I’m sorry to end the date like this but-“

“Luna comes first. No matter what.” Steven said with a nod. You paused, not looking away from those soulful brown eyes.

“Are you alright with that? This might not be the last time it happens.” You warned him softly.

“I am. I care about you and her.” He assured you, pulling you closer. “I can see how much you love that little girl and I am just grateful for the time you give me.”

You swallowed, and nodded. “Thank you, Steven Grant.” You said, your voice thick. Steven’s grin was soft, and you wanted to melt into his arms but managed to resist. His forehead tapped against yours and you chuckled.

The last kiss was a chaste one, a goodbye they neither you or him wanted to make. Even as you and Steven parted, you felt lighter than you had a long, long, long time.

Luna ran toward you the moment she saw you and you hurried toward her. Her face was still damp with tears. You held her close, running a hand through her soft hair and whispered to her.

“Hey, here I am. Don’t worry baby, no monster coming to get you okay?” You kissed her temple. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Luna nodded but didn’t let go, clinging to you like a lifeline. “Can I sleep with you tonight?” She asked, her voice wobbly.

“Yes of course.” You told her, glancing over to your mum.

Mary shrugged, understanding your silent questions. “It was a normal night, we had some Mac and cheese and watched Bluey until bedtime.”

“It was a big monster, bigger than you.” Luna said, fresh tears rolling down her cheeks. You used a thumb to wipe away at her tears.

“That sounds pretty scary. You were very brave to get grandma and me.” You told her with a gentle smile.

It only encouraged her to continue, as if need someone else to understand what she saw. “He looked like an old mummy with his head like a giant bird but he didn’t have his eyes or skin anymore. He loomed over me.”

“Christ.” You muttered with a matching grimace with your Mum. You gave her a bear hug, tight as you could. If you could, you had wiped away that whole nightmare so she would never remember it but this would have to do for now.

“I won’t never ever let any monster touch you.” You told your daughter, your whole world.

“Never?” She asked.

“Ever.” You promised.

#Moon knight #steven grant x male reader

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carronpatrick · 1 year

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Haven't really been human-ing well lately and have had so many chaotic life events happen that make it even worse, but I gotta say just how fucking much I adore @anxiousgirl and @thevampywolf.

These two women are seriously so amazing and intelligent and talented and caring and beautiful and just. I know I say it a lot (at least to them) and probably over-gush/get too emotional, but.

I am so lucky and grateful and honestly undeserving of their love and friendship and I'm so amazed God placed them in my life and that they somehow tolerate my scatterbrained, sleepy, sunshine weirdness and continue to allow me to call them my best friends, my family. 🥺

The Minako and Rei to my Usagi. The Juvia and Lucy to my Levy. My Allison and Kira, Uotani and Hanajima, Silica and Lisbeth. The wolf and piggy to my deer rabbit (I guess that's a jackalope but I just connect with deer and bunnies both, whatever. 😂). The Luna and Pansy to my Hermione.

My 'call first with good news, always have a shoulder to cry on, help hide a body, defend to the death, donate a vital organ to, gossip and giggle over our boys and random shit, have best friend dates and movie marathons and sleepovers with' people.

My two sisters, my twins (yeah yeah both of them, whatever, hush), my red strings of fate (platonic🙄) soul mates, two links with my soul that crosses any distance and time, my fellow INFPs. The two women who will stand next to me when I marry and be aunts to my children and always have a room in my home and place at my table.

I am so blessed to have you both in my life and I love you both so so incredibly much. 🤍 Thank you for being my best friends. Thank you for being my sisters.

#2023 #Twin #Ash #Soul links #I'm all emotional but I don't even care #I'd post our guys too because I love them also but 🤷🏻‍♀️#care's counterparts #Idk that's a dumb tag whatever 😂#Also I'm saying y'all are these characters but idk if y'all even wanna be them just idk it fit in my head

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Part 1 | Part 2 (reader is Alex's cousin who tries to free Dream after Alex ate his words about it)

Fandom: The Sandman

Pairing: Dream of the Endless/Morpheus x gn!reader (can also be read as platonic)

A/N: This is the last part of this little story c:

Word count: 560

Not even an hour from the moment you had left the basement, chaos had ensued. Everyone ran in and out of the basement, no one knowing what really had happened, why the prison was open and where the prisoner had gone, and both guards were just as clueless as the rest of them were about it. Only you had known what had happened.

Alex had went to take a nap after ten minutes of you going to sit in the living room, and you knew his sudden exhaustion was caused by Dream as you watched him walking away. Something inside you wanted to call after him, the part of you that still loved your cousin, but the other part said that he had made his choice when he ate his words about freeing Dream. Even after seeing how much his imprisonment had caused destruction and deaths, he still chose to keep him locked up because of being afraid. You knew he deserved whatever Dream had in store for him.

Fortunately nobody doubted you being the one who had freed Dream. And through the next few days, news about people finally waking up from the Sleepy Sickness just made you more confident that you'd done the right thing.

You believed you would probably never see Dream again, so it was a major surprise when he appeared at your doorstep six months later. He just smirked as you blinked at him in surprise, unable to understand how he managed to find out where you lived - you had moved out from the Burgess manor ages ago.

But then again, he was more than just a human. He probably found you through your dreams or something.

"Hello." he said, snapping you out from your trance.

"Uh... hi," you mumbled. His eyes gleamed with amusement and you stepped aside. "Please come in."

He smiled slightly before stepping into the house, closing the door behind him. Slightly awkward silence descended upon you and you gestured towards the kitchen. "Do you drink coffee? Tea? Juice?"

"I do not need anything," he replied shortly. "I came to thank you properly for what you did."

"Oh, I didn't do all that much really, I just did what I knew was right." you replied. He raised an eyebrow as if impressed by this answer.

"Yes, you did." he agreed slowly. "But I still want to reward you. You cannot even know how much you helped your world by freeing me."

You frowned, you didn't really know what you wanted. You had everything you needed, being part of the Burgess family meant you had enough money to get by without struggling the slightest. You had a good life, you didn't feel like you needed anything more. You didn't even suffer from nightmares.

"Maybe your friendship?" You finally mumbled and looked up at the man. "I don't really need anything grand, I have everything I need. But... trustful friends are a rare thing, and I'd like to stay in touch? I don't know, it sounds stupid—"

"It is nothing to worry about," he cut in. "If my friendship is really the only thing you want, you shall have it. That is the least I can do," he added with a small smile.

And you couldn't help but smile back at him, somehow knowing that this would be the start of something beautiful.

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Hope you liked this little story and thank you for all the love I got on the previous part 💕

Tags: @jesllianaquilesrolon @stygianoir @shining-yuu @acdassenza // send in an ask to be added, and specify which of my fandoms you want to be tagged on! Don’t just say “can you add me to your taglist” as I can’t know what taglists do you mean by that!! ALSO IF YOU WON’T INTERACT BEYOND LIKING, I’LL EVENTUALLY TAKE YOU OFF THE LIST!!

Also people who wanted to be tagged to this last part/part 3 (lmk if you wanna be added to the general The Sandman taglist too): @stilldreaming666 @mahirublue @supermegapauselouca @layla2-49 @silvery-luna @violet-19999

#morpheus #dream of the endless x reader #dream of the endless #the sandman #the sandman x reader #morpheus x y/n #morpheus x you #morpheus fic #the sandman fic #my works #gn reader #morpheus x reader

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dream-a-little-longer-1 · 2 years

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Been awhile, sorry >.> Hope you've been doing well! My birthday was yesterday, but I was wondering if I'd be able to request on how Albert, Mycroft and Louis would celebrate their s/o's special day.

Thank you once again ♡

Oh my goodness!!!!

Im so so sooo sorry i didnt see your request!!!you cant imagine how sorry i am!!!

Happy belated birthday!!!i wish you a long life full of happiness and success!

I hope you enjoyed your birthday with your favorite boys!!!

Love, Luna

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Albert

•bring out the best wines; because this man is overjoyed!

•its not every day where Albert can celebrate such happy day

•so be prepared to be absolutely spoiled!

•Albert will start your birthday from the morning;waking you up with a loving kiss to your forehead,cheek,and then your lips while whispering 'happy birthday' all along

•Lunch will be along with the Moriarty gang

•its basically chaos

•and when its finally evening and time for dinner

•Albert will take you to the best restaurant in London

•and orders the finest wine and the best dish

•your dinner is filled with laughter and comforting chatter

•and when its time to go home,you two take your time to walk through the park

•holding each other hand tightly;while your smile matches each others'

•and its under the bright moonlight

•that Albert takes your hand in his

•plants a soft kiss on the back of it

•before pulling you close by a hand on your waist

•and gives you a long, passionate and sweet kiss

Louis

•Louis definitely would surprise you by a breakfast in bed

•this sweet boy is so excited, he probably had planned the whole thing from months ago

•so when he sees your sleepy face light up with a bright smile that makes youre eyes shine

•his whole heart stutter from how much love he's feeling for you right then

•he spends the morning doting over you; listening to your happy chatter while he gets you everything you want

•And after you eat a quiet lunch together,he takes you out

•you stroll aimlessly through the parks,along the ice cream and crepe carts

•and be sure that Louis will definitely get you whichever you point at

•he will definitely blush a deep red when you try to feed him,but doesnt declines

•And when its finally around time for dinner,Louis starts walking you back home

•you suppose he'll cook himself;since he rathers to spend his time in quiet just the two of you

•but what you didnt expect was to open the door to the Moriarty mansion,and be attacked by the sound of your friends' and familys' cheers as they all sing you a happy birthday song

•dinner is a chaotic event

•with Sebastian drunk and singing atop of his lungs along with James Bond

•you dont notice Louis slipping past you

•and when the lights suddenly go dark,and everyone start singing again

•Louis comes,with a cake in his hands,no doubt made by himself

•he sits beside you,and the light from the candles is the only thing that makes you see the shine in Louise's scarlet eyes

•and when you blow out the candles,you dont really wish for anything

•because you already have all the happiness you ever wished for

Mycroft

•Mycroft is a classy guy

•he will start your day with kiss to your forehead,and a happy birthday in a low voice

•he'll cook you a simple but perfect breakfast,and makes you your favorite tea/coffee

•birthday with Mycroft is a private event,but never boring or without excitement,quite the opposite actually

•even though its just the two of you for your birthday, Mycroft makes sure to make your birthday the best day of your life

•he'll definitely spoil you;getting you too many presents and not stopping even though you tell him its more than enough

•and for dinner

•Mycroft will bring you to the rooftop

•prepared by the help of Miss Hudson and Sherlock

•and you're speechless as you gaze upon the sky,and see millions upon millions of stars twinkling above

•the scenery is so romantic and breathtaking,that you hardly notice how Mycroft pulls you close

•and only look at him when he kneels down in front of you

•the tears that shine in your eyes are even brighter than the stars as you see the beautiful,small diamond rings in a black velvet box

•and when you whisper your answer with a laughter and a hiccup

•you know this will forever be the best birthday in your entire life

#moriarty the patriot fanfic #moriarty the patriot x reader #moriarty the patriot #ask #albert james moriarty x reader #louis james moriarty x reader #mycroft holmes x reader

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partofmultifandoms · 3 years

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The Slytherin & The

Ravenclaw

Pairing: Theodore Nott x Fem!Ravenclaw!Reader

Description: Random conversations between a Slytherin and a Ravenclaw.

Warnings: Language, Google translated French

POMF’s Note: I DID NOT COME UP WITH A SINGLE ONE OF THESE. They were all text posts but I don’t remember the original creators. I take NO CREDIT but they made me giggle and Theo has been my recent obsession so there you go.

“I like your pants.” Theodore commented from his spot next to you in the Great Hall.

“Thanks, they were 50 percent off.” The slight rise of an octave at the end of your statement an allude to how good the quality of pants that were 50 percent off could be.

Suddenly a smug grin settled upon Theo’s face as he went on. “Well I’d like them 100 percent off.”

“Theo, what kind of a store just gives stuff away?” You asked incredulously, clearly having missed the point of his remark.

“No that’s not what I—,”

“That’s no way to run a business, Nott.” You shook your head as you turned back to your work only making Theo bite his lip and shake his head.

“Hey, Y/N.”

“Hi, Theo. What are you up to?” You asked as he caught up with your strides in the corridor between lessons.

“I have a fun Christmas idea. Let’s hang mistletoe, but instead of kissing, you have to fight whoever else is under it.” His eyebrows rose in a suggestive manner, clearly quite excited about this ‘brilliant’ idea he’d come up with.

“We are not doing that.” You glanced over at him, an exasperated sigh leaving your lips.

As if he hadn’t even heard you, he continued on, mumbling, “Mistlefoe.”

You had to stop in your tracks to look at the boy. He was clearly getting a kick out of the idea of it all, the smile on his face giving him away though he refused to meet your eyes.

“No.” You stated, continuing your walk to Potions.

It was dinner in the Great Hall and you had decided to sit at the Slytherin table with Theo and his friends.

“Who the fuck—,” Theo was suddenly cut off by you.

“Language.” You scolded, nudging his elbow with yours.

He paused for a moment longer before continuing, “Whom the fuck—,” Only to be cut off again.

“No—,” You shook your head, giving up as he gave you a ‘What?!’ look. Blaise, Draco, and Pansy all bursting out laughing.

It had been the longest of weeks for you as your homework began piling up - thanks to your procrastination skills, you had to start studying for exams, and you were trying to help plan the ‘Ravenclaw end of year’ party.

Theo sat on one of the cushioned benches under the long windows of the Ravenclaw common room as he waited for Luna to let you know he was here. You were supposed to be hanging out tonight.

You sleepily stumbled down the winding staircase, rubbing your eyes to get the white dots to go away. ‘Thanks, Luna, for opening the curtains and letting all the sunlight pour right into my eyes.’ you thought.

Theo stood patiently at the bottom of the stairs, watching your tired self slowly come down. “Morning, dearest Y/N. Sleep well?” He teased.

Stopping at the last step in front of him, you blinked slowly and mumbled, “I slept for almost twelve hours but I’m still tired so I might go for twelve more just to be safe.”

Theo repressed his laugh. “That’s a coma.” He pointed out.

You blinked slowly again finding it much too bright down in the common room. “Sounds festive.”

And Theo couldn’t help but laugh at that which caused you to giggle softly. “C’mon, sleepy head. Let’s just hang out here tonight.”

Theo had been your friend since second year. It started out with the both of you bonding over your mutual disliking of the Golden Trio. But you soon realized that you and the Slytherin boy had much more in common than mutual hate.

Unfortunately for you and Theo, said ‘friendship’ was starting to blossom into something else. Instead of hanging out with him and his friends or him and your friends, you two began hanging out alone. Instead of wanting to work with a big group, the two of you began working as just a pair on projects. You studied together. You read together. You walked together. You ate breakfast, lunch, and dinner together. The two of you were attached at the hip.

As Theodore Nott sat on the black, leathery couch in the Slytherin common room, he adoringly watched as you worked on a Transfiguration essay that was due last week. You were sitting on the ground, all your things spread around you and a book about the molecular structure of a rat propped on your knee. One hand would write a couple of sentences before continuing to read the line your finger was following along in the book.

Your hair kept falling in your face and you kept nodding your head to get it out of the way. It was actually quite distracting as Theo tried to read his novel.

“Je t’aime plus que tout. Tu es tout pour moi.” He muttered out, just loud enough for you to hear.

Without looking up at him you asked, “What does that mean?”

Theo closed his book, using his pointer finger as a bookmark. “You’re smart. Figure out.” This made you look up to meet his dark eyes.

So now you would have to find a book to learn French. “It was an insult, wasn’t it?” You rolled your eyes, looking back at the book on your knee.

“No.” Theo began. His voice was so soft it was nearly a whisper. He even sounded slightly unsure of himself which was unusual for him.

But just like that, his confidence was back. “And that’s why it was in French. There was no way in Hell I’d compliment you in a language you understood.”

This caused you to snort and look up but he had already gone back to his book. You tilted your head when you realized there was no grin or smug smile on his face. He had been serious.

[Alternative for those of you who do know French:]

Your hair kept falling in your face and you kept nodding your head to get it out of the way. It was actually quite distracting as Theo tried to read his novel.

“Je t’aime plus que tout. Tu es tout pour moi.” He muttered out, just loud enough for you to hear.

A blush began to form on your cheeks as you abruptly stopped writing. Biting your lip, you dared to look up, meeting Theo’s dark eyes.

“Tu es mon tout aussi, Theodore.”

His eyes widened when he realized you understood and he tried to keep the heat from creeping up his neck by clearing his throat and scratching his jaw.

“I didn’t know you knew French.” He stated, unable to meet your eyes again.

“I didn’t know you did either.” You looked back to your book to try to distract yourself from the pixies flying wildly in your stomach.

Translations:

‘You don’t know French’ version: I love you more than anything. You are my everything.

‘You know French’ version: You are my everything too, Theodore.

If you actually speak French, let me know if the translations are wrong. Thanks!

Okay that’s it for the conversations but please look at this gif. You cannot sit there and tell me that would not be Theodore Nott with his S/O. It’s so soft ???? That it physically hurts my heart. Just thought I’d share.

!! I love him !!

#theodore nott #theo nott #theodore nott x y/n #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott x fem!reader #theodore nott x you #theodore nott x ravenclaw!reader #ravenclaw #harry potter imagine #harry potter #imagine #conversations #slytherin x ravenclaw #slytherin

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Alpha! Werewolf! Aizawa x Female! Luna! Reader.

(A/N: I am here again with the Bnharem’s collab! This theme is sex worker. I hope you enjoy this version of everyone’s favorite sleepy teacher, Aizawa.)

(A Luna is an alpha that can conceive. A luna has a harder time at conceiving and is more submissive if in a relationship with an alpha. Lunas have ruts and heats. These ruts are not as aggressive as an Alphas and the heats are not as aggressive as an omega’s either the heat or the rut is when the Luna is more fertile. Lunas can be marked and give marks to both Alphas and Omegas.)

Word count 8,535.

Rating: 18+, minors dni

TW: Omegaverse, Breeding, Werewolf, cum inflation, strip club, pregnancy.

If this isn’t your cup of tea, blend of spices, or brew of coffee, then move along.

Read the other stories here

It was late at night. You and your friend were walking home late after a party. The both of you had a bit too much to drink. An ad from the strip club caught the attention of your friend.

“Oooh! An ad for some sexy alpha men. Isn’t your heat rather close, Y/N?” You friend said a bit too loudly as they waved the ad in your face. You took the paper and stuffed it into your purse.

“Enough, F/N. Do you wish to get us followed?” You hissed and pushed your friend to your apartment building making it inside the complex before guiding your drunk friend up the stairs to the door of your apartment. Your friend had passed out on the way up so you had to prop her up while you fumbled for the key to your apartment. You let out a noise of relief when you finally found your key and unlocked the door to your apartment. You set your friend on the floor so you could grab a bucket for the morning. You dragged them to your small couch and pulled them onto the item of furniture. You pulled a blanket over them and went to your bedroom to change out of your own clothes. You sighed in relief when you took your bra off and chucked it onto the corner where your laundry basket was. You pulled off the scent blocking patches from the delicate skin of your neck and put them back into their packaging. You grabbed the small container of lotion you had and rubbed the serum into your skin. You hummed and got changed into your pjs. You looked over at your purse and saw the ad peeking out. You sighed and pulled the piece of paper out of the confines of your purse and stared at it.

‘Are you lonely? In need of a mate? Then pick from one of these fine Alphas courtesy of The Underground. Bring this ad for entry.’ The top line of the ad read. You looked down at the selection of alphas presented on the page. None of them really caught your interest. A few did look good but not what you would actually want as a mate. As you looked down the ad, you noticed all the typical over muscular apex alphas. One of them scared you with the flaming red hair and another weirded you out by having features similar to that of a killer whale. Your eyes settled on a dark-haired man that looked sleep deprived. He had a pair of wolf ears and slight stubble on his jawline. You couldn’t stop staring at the man. You read his description and found out that he was a werewolf. That you didn’t mind. He would be like a kind of guard dog along with being your mate. The idea of having an alpha werewolf as your mate made you blush hard. You set the ad down, crawled under your covers and drifted off to sleep.

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The next morning you woke up to the sounds of your friend puking into the bucket. You sighed and pulled yourself up from your bed. Your senses seemed on overload. You checked your phone to see if your heat had started. It hadn’t yet. You let out a sigh of relief and got up to help your friend. You walked into the living room and saw your friend who was a beta so if your heat had started, they wouldn’t be affected by your scent. You sat next to them and held their hair back as they puked into the bucket. You rubbed your friend’s back as your mind wandered back to the ad you had perused the night before. You blushed a bit as you thought of the alpha werewolf. You shook it out of your head as you stood up to find a common cure that some distant relative of yours had told you would cure a hangover in a moment. You found it and put some into a mug to brew as a kind of tea for your friend. You turned your electric kettle on to boil some water. You stared off into space as the water boiled. The thought of what that alpha would look like up close and personal occupied your thoughts. Would he be completely covered in fur? Or only have the ears and tail? You also took note of the muscles that he had that were shown of him in the advertisement. You felt your face heat up as the kettle clicked off and you were taken from your mental fantasy to pour the water into the mug and carry the vessel to your hungover friend.

“Here you go.” You said quietly in a gentle and caring tone. Your friend groaned and looked up at you then at the mug.

“What is that?” They asked.

“Something that will help with your head. Trust me. It will be bitter but it will help.” You said as they received the mug from you and took a sip. Their face soured which made you chuckle.

“I gotta get changed and go to work. You can stay here for as long as you need until your hangover goes away.” You told your friend.

“Thank you. I’ll just finish this and go home. Thank you though.” They responded. You let them be as you went to go shower to get ready for the day.

Your friend was still on the couch by the time you had gotten out of the shower.

“Did you look over the ad, Y/n?” They called out. You glanced over at the paper that was laying on your nightstand.

“Yeah! I did. You might even be interested in some of them if you looked at it yourself.” You responded as your pulled on your shirt. You picked up the ad and walked out to the living room where your friend seemed a lot better than before.

“Here. Look at it. There’s a couple red heads and blondes that you might like.” You told them as you handed them the page.

“If you say so.” They said as they browsed the ad. You went back into your room to finish dressing yourself. You came out a few minutes later all dressed except for your shoes. You wanted to eat some food before you headed out the door. You grabbed a microwave breakfast burrito, unwrapped it, and put it into the microwave to heat up.

“Oooh! Some of the boys on here are kinda cute! We should go this Friday!” Your friend called to you from their seat on your couch.

“If you want to, I’m game for it… I do want a mate this time around.” You said as you stopped the microwave and pulled out your hot breakfast.

“Interesting. You know I can still help you if you want me to.” Your friend offered.

“I know… but I don’t wanna inconvenience you. You have an omega that you’ve had your eye on for a while. You should go for them. I’m not saying that you aren’t bad at what you do. I just prefer an alpha as a permanent mate.” You told you friend.

“I understand. There’s something about alphas that is just irresistible. I might hook up with one before I settle down with the omega. One of the beefy red heads looks interesting.” Your friend said as they eyed the ad again.

“Thank you. I’m glad we’re still on good terms.” You spoke. Your friend nodded and gathered their things and left with you as you went to work.

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Friday came sooner than you thought. You were getting all dressed up in your clubbing outfit. You were putting on your shapewear to slim down your hips, thighs, butt, and stomach. You slid on a simple black dress and went to go do your hair and makeup before your friend came to pick you up. You took your time applying the makeup to your face. Just enough to enhance your already natural beauty. You then curled your hair to have simple waves to accentuate your face. You just finished applying the final layer of hairspray when you heard knocking at your door.

“Just a moment! I will be right there!” You called from your bathroom. You adjusted your hair once more before walking to your door and opening it a bit to see who it was. It was your friend who was also dressed up. You closed the door again and unlocked it to let your friend in. They stepped in and closed the door behind them. You went to your room to grab your purse and the ad as you needed the page to enter the establishment. You pulled your shoes on then went to join your friend.

“You ready to finally get yourself an Alpha mate?” They asked. You smiled and nodded. They hooked arms with you and headed off to the club.

The pair of you turned the corner of the block that the club was in. You followed your friend down the alley where what seemed to be the bouncer was standing outside the door. He had silvery hair and what looked to be a permanent scowl on his face. The bouncer had a small tooth poking out from his bottom lip. His gaze looked over at the two of you.

“You two got the entrance requirement?” The bouncer asked. You nodded and reached inside your purse for the ad. The bouncer took the ad and looked at it.

“Alright. The both of you are in. Have fun you two.” The beefy man told the both of you and held the door open for the both of you. You entered and took in the environment of the neon lights, sensual music that came from the DJ in the corner, the smell of lust mixed with a heavy combination of several heat and rut scents clinging to the smog laden air made you feel dizzy; your head buzzing. You held onto your friend as the two of you were stopped by a dark blue haired woman with a low- cut dress and a high slit in her skirt that showed her fishnet stockings. The scent that came from her made your body feel heavy and your eyelids grow heavy.

“Hello, I am the owner of this fine establishment, you may call me Midnight. How may I help the both of you?” The woman introduced herself.

“My friend here is looking for an Alpha. I myself wish to hook up with one of your Alphas as well but not permanently.” Your friend spoke for the both of you since your head was clouded with taking in all the new sounds, smells, and sights that had invaded your senses. Your eyes wandered over your surroundings as you took the new environment in. You saw the Alphas that were shown in the advertisement. Along with some other faces that weren’t shown. You saw the other guy that had caught your interest in the back corner behind his turntables, monitoring speaker, and mixer. You scanned the room to see if you could find the werewolf that had piqued your interest and caused a fire to light in the lower part of your stomach. You searched the room in anticipation to see his face and take in his scent. You couldn’t seem to find him among all the other alphas there in the main room. Your mind went to the worse case and thought that he already had a customer for the evening. This idea saddened you a bit and you stared at the ground.

“That is excellent. I will need for you to write down your secondary gender to help with our ratings. After you have done that, feel free to look through our selection of Alphas and other dynamics.” Midnight requested of the two of you. You looked up and the both of you write down your specific dynamics. The both of you then handed your cards to the woman. Midnight looked over what the two of you had written and when she read yours, her eyebrow raised. She gave a book of the still available workers to your friend and she told you to go wait in the bar for her. You did as you were told and went to the bar.

The host that was seating people asked you if you were waiting for anyone. You said that Midnight had told you to come here and they guided you to a back corner seat and had you sit there. They took your order and went off to make your drink. You looked over to where your friend was being guided by Midnight to the tall, beefy redhead with flames all over his body. You chuckled to yourself as your friend had picked out the same red head that they were gushing about earlier that week. You watched as Midnight introduced your friend to the red head and he stood up to his full height and introduced himself. You watched as someone delivered your drink to you the sheer size of the man and how he dwarfed your friend. Midnight left the two be and headed in your direction. You watched the man lead your friend into a private room. Midnight slipped into the seat across from you with her own drink.

“We don’t usually get Lunas coming here looking for an Alpha. They usually want Omegas. What brings you here, Y/N? Other than an Alpha to help you with your heat?” She asked as she sipped her drink.

“I want a mate. I want a partner to keep me company and to treat me right and not like some creature that is only meant to take care of the house and bend over when they want to rut into me then expect me to raise his litter on my own.” You told her. She smiled at you.

“I know exactly the Alpha for you.” She said and stood up. She held out her arm for you. You stood up and took her arm so she could guide your head riddled brain up the spiral staircase and to the quieter part of the apartments of the club.

“Who is this Alpha you are taking me to?” You asked as the environment and mood changed to one that caused a chill to run down your spine. You could smell a difference in the air as the scent changed from citrusy, warm, and spicy to cool, crisp, and relaxing. The scent was similar to that of waking up in a log cabin deep in the woods just after a night where the snow fell hard the night before and your partner had made a fresh pot of coffee and had brought you a cup. You hummed and closed your eyes to take in his scent. Midnight paused with you to let you take in the new scent. You opened your eyes and looked to her.

“What else do I need to know about him?” You asked as you had let his scent envelop you.

“He’s a werewolf, sweetheart.” The woman told you. Your eyes widened and you tensed up.

“Relax, he won’t bite you, much.” She told you as she stood by the door. You walked over to the door and stood in front of it.

“The both of you will have to establish a safe word. He won’t mate with you until you give him consent. He is actually quite the gentleman once you get to know him. Shouta will take care of you and your heat, he has been looking for a mate himself for a while now. You could possibly be the lucky one.” Midnight said as she opened the door for you. You took a deep breath and stepped inside the room. You looked around the room to take in your surroundings and look for your Alpha. He was nowhere to be seen. You heard the door close and lock behind you and a presence that set the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.

“So, what did you come here for? Just another omega who can’t handle their heat? How pathetic.” You heard a deep, gravelly voice rumble from behind you. You turned around to face him even though you could barely see his form from where you stood in the dim lighting of his apartment. The man stood before you shirtless and wearing a rather tight pair of sweatpants that showed his already erect member. You panted a bit and spoke up.

“I’m not some typical needy omega! I am a Luna that is looking for a mate. The owner of this establishment thought that you and I would be a good match up.” You told him in a slightly raised tone. He pushed off the wall that he was leaning on and looked at you from the shadows. He slowly walked to you and held your jaw in his hand.

“You think you’re so tough because of your dynamic, huh? Still pathetic. Why would Midnight pair you with me?” He asked as a strong wave scent of rain-soaked pine filled your nostrils and knocked you onto your butt. He smirked and walked over to his nest.

“Tell me why I should even consider taking you as a mate.” He said as he laid down and watched you.

“I don’t just want a one-night fling, I want a permanent partner. One that will care for me and treat me like a human being and not just some breeder to crank out litters.” You told him. This caught his interest and made him look at you.

“Come here then, Little Luna.” He told you and made room for you in his nest. You obeyed and did as you were told and sat outside the nest. The werewolf looked at you and flicked his fluffy ebony tail at you. Shouta watched your chest rise and fall with your labored breaths as your heat slowly invaded your body, making you get hot and needy. You were doing your best to keep your scent to yourself. You huffed as your neck felt sore as you wanted to let your scent loose and fill the room with your heat scent. Shouta noticed the frown knitted into your brow. He leaned forward and whispered into your ear.

“Let it out, kitten, I want to smell you. No other alphas will come in here. They know not to mess with me.” He told you. He hovered over your neck where you could feel his warm breath on your sensitive skin. You finally released your scent and the werewolf took it all in. He buried his nose into your neck and growled in your ear which made your heat become more wet with slick. The werewolf wanted to sink his teeth into your neck and make you his and his alone. He pulled away and sat back in his nest and stared at you.

“Why don’t you come in here with me, kitten?” He purred and encouraged you to come into his nest that seemed to be lined with a sleeping bag. You climbed in and melted into the soft fabric that was the inside of the sleeping bag. The man put a hand on your back and hummed as he rubbed your back.

“How long have you been holding your scent in? Your doctor should’ve told you that’s dangerous.” Shouta told you as he rubbed your back and looked down at your heat-ridden form.

“About a week.” You said just loud enough so he could hear you. He sighed and laid down next to you.

“Do you feel better now?” He asked as he stroked your cheek. You nodded and looked at him.

“Tell me your name, Little Luna. You probably know mine already from the ad.” He said as he stroked your hair out of your face.

“Yours is Shouta Aizawa. Mines Y/N.” You told him. The werewolf smirked and propped himself up on an elbow.

“Such a pretty name.” Shouta spoke. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of him. Everything about him drove you crazy as you resisted the urge to take him as your mate and get it over with.

“I know you said that you don’t want to just be some, thing to be bred but I know you’re in heat just by how strong your scent is. I’m willing to be your mate. Midnight was right. You are perfect for me. As for your heat though, you have no idea how much I want to fill you with my seed over and over until your womb is heavy with my litter.” The werewolf confessed as his voice began to hint with that lust filled tone that you had heard from previous alphas that had courted you in the past. You began to stare at the wall.

“Hey. Eyes back down here, Y/N. I know that you don’t want to be an incubator 24/7. I don’t expect that. But I know that you want me to claim you right here and now and stuff that wet hole of yours full of my seed? How does that sound, Little Luna?” He asked as he kept eye contact with you. You were blushing redder than a beet when you looked at him. You nodded in agreement and he proceeded to move onto his hands and knees. He hovered over you and was so close that you wanted to pull him into a deep and passionate kiss but you stopped yourself.

“Before we begin, what should our safe word be?” He asked as he moved close to your neck and wanted to bite a deep bruise on the tender flesh of your skin.

“How does moonlight sound?” You suggested as his scent flooded your senses.

“A little tacky but it will do.” Shouta chuckled as he hovered closer to your neck.

“I’m guessing you don’t have a permanent mate by the lack of a mark on your neck.” He said as he put a gentle kiss on your collar bone. You held back a moan and spoke.

“No, I haven’t. Please, just mark me already.” You practically begged for him.

“Then tell me what you want me to do to you, Little Luna~.” He said as he put another kiss down on your chest right above your breasts. Shouta pulled away and looked up at you.

“Go on and tell me.” He encouraged you. You sat up and looked him in the eyes.

“I want to have your litter so badly. Please. I beg of you, fill me with your seed. Fuck me until I’m sore and can’t move anymore. I want you to be mine and mine alone, Shouta.” You told him as you cupped his face and gave him a genuine pleading look. You looked so cute to him as he looked back into your eyes and saw the honesty in what you had said.

“If we are gonna do this then you should know that there is no going back. Once we are mated, then we are mated for life.” He told you as he ran a hand up your thigh. You looked back at him and nodded. The thought of a werewolf as your mate made you push out more slick that now coated your thighs. The werewolf smirked and kissed you before moving to your neck. He kissed and licked the area around the area he was gonna mark you with to put you on edge. You huffed and whimpered out as you wanted his knot to fill your empty hole. Shouta looked to you when you let out a whimper.

“Should we call you kitten instead of little Luna?” He teased you. You huffed and moved to turn away from him.

“Where do you think you’re going, kitten? We need to get you out of that pesky dress of yours~.” He told you and helped you sit up. He undid the zipper on your dress then slid the straps of your dress off your shoulders. He leaned to your left side and bit down on your soft flesh and sucked a pretty bruise into your neck before leaving.

“You��re mine now. Mine and mine alone, Kitten.” He told you before kissing all over your neck and licking blood from the mark. He pulled away from you slowly and kissed your cheek.

“Yes. I’m yours, Alpha.” You responded. He smiled and kissed you. He pulled the rest of your dress off your body and chucked the garment to the far corner of the room. You looked sadly at the discarded garment as you worried that you wouldn’t get it back.

“Don’t worry, kitten. You’ll get it back when we’re done.” His eyes flicked down to your waist as he noticed the shapewear on you and smirked.

“What makes you need to wear something like this?” He asked as he ran a thumb over the band that lay just below your chest. He looked up at you to see you blush and look away from him. He gripped your face and made you look at him.

“What’s wrong? You can tell me.” He asked.

“I wear the shapewear because my lower half is too big.” You told him. He moved down to rest his head on your stomach.

“I want to see.” He told you as he looked up at you with his deep brown eyes and you melted. You stood up with his help and slowly pulled the constricting fabric down off your body until you were only standing there in your underwear and bra. His eyes widened and he leaned back.

“I don’t see anything wrong with your body.” He said as he pulled you down into his lap and against his warm and partially fuzzy chest. He looked down at you.

“Look at me, kitten.” He told you in the same commanding tone as earlier. You obeyed and looked up at him. He held a crooked finger under your chin as he looked at you in the eyes.

“You are beautiful just the way you are. There is nothing I would change. But I do have to say, I do appreciate your thick ass.” He told you with a smirk. You blushed and hid your face in the crook of his neck to take in his scent. He chuckled and slid his hands down to grip your butt. He grinned and slid a hand up your back to caress your hair and take in the scent of your shampoo. He hummed and kissed your head. He slid his hand back down to your butt.

“You’re so soft, I like it.” He told you as he let his fingers sink into the soft flesh of your hips. He guided you to lay down in the nest and look up at him.

“Remind me again what you wanted from me?” He asked as he looked down at you and gave you kisses all over your neck and torso.

“I want your litter. I want it so badly.” You reminded him. He nudged your legs to spread them open so he could lay down between your legs and rested his head on your stomach.

“Just how badly do you want this?” He asked as he traced patterns on your side. You huffed as you were growing impatient as you felt your heat grow more and more unbearable as you snuck a hand down to give yourself some release.

“What do you think you’re doing? Did you think you could sneak a hand down there and fuck yourself when you clearly came here to get claimed, fucked, and bred full of a litter? I don’t think so.” He scolded you gently. He then arose from the nest and went to another part of his room to retrieve something that you couldn’t see. You rolled over onto your stomach and watched him come back with a long piece of grey fabric. You blushed as he stared down at you with the fabric looped in his hand.

” For being such a naughty kitten, you are going to get your wrists bound.” He said as he knelt down and bound your wrists together. He didn’t pull tightly, just loosely bound them so you couldn’t move them easily then put your arms above your head. He then climbed back into the nest and hovered over your body, situating your wrists so you couldn’t move them. You stared at his bare chest and gulped down the lump of anticipation that had formed in your throat. Once your wrists were secured in the wall of the nest, he looked at you and smirked. He spread your legs back open and slid between them. He folded your legs up so they almost touched your chest. You blushed harder as he stared at your slick hole. He moved down to kiss and nip at the soft flesh of your thick thighs.

“So soft and cuddly. I could use your thighs as a pillow for when I take a nap.” Shouta said as he pressed his cheek to your thigh and kissed it. He kissed his way down to your entrance and attached his mouth to your hole and began to kiss and suck the slick off your lower area. You moaned out, shut your eyes closed, moved your hips against his mouth. He looked up at you and smacked your butt.

“Look at me, kitten. Keep eye contact with me the whole time.” He told you and made eye contact with you. He growled against your folds which made you squirm in his grip. He chuckled and sucked you more. You leaked more slick and he swallowed every drop you would give him. You felt your head buzzing as he gave you so much stimulation that you could barely handle it. Shouta pulled away to grab the bottle of lube he had stored around the outside edges of the nest. He applied some to your hole and shifted up to put you into a mating press. He pulled his sweats down a bit and pulled his massive cock out to apply some lube and slide his member into you gently so you could adjust to his size. You moaned and desperately moved your hips to give yourself some friction. But the werewolf wouldn’t have it. He growled and spanked your supple ass again. He gripped your hips and held them in place.

“Did you want to do all the work? I can get you a dildo instead.” He said as he began to pull out. You whined and shook your head no. He pushed his girth back inside and made you wait a little longer.

“Don’t be impatient or I’ll get you kicked out, you got that?” He told you in a firm tone. You nodded.

“I’ll behave. I will. Just please breed me!” You cried out. He smirked and began to thrust slowly in and out of you. You moaned and gripped the blanket above you as his knot stretched you so nicely. He quickened his pace and sucked a mark onto your thigh. This caused you to moan out and let your scent pour out from your glands to fill the room. Shouta took in your scent which made him drive deeper into you.

“I’m gonna fill you up good, kitten. Make you so full that cum drips out of your hole~.” He told you as he pounded into you. You nodded in agreement. You had waited so long to carry a litter. You were happy that you finally would be able to after so long. You were in pure bliss as your werewolf mate pound your dripping hole. He grunted in your ear as he whispered things into your ear that made the knot in your lower stomach grow bigger until it was threatening to snap. You whimpered and told him you were close. He nodded and the both of you released. He pulled out and got you some water. He held your head up and made sure you drank. When you were finished with the water, he looked at you.

“Do you need anything else before we go another round, little Luna?” He asked of you while he had a smirk on his face. You were still blushing hard and shook your head no.

You wanted to be leaving here with a stomach rounded out from being stuffed with cum and having your hole dripping with his seed. He lined up with your hole before sliding in. He looked to you to make sure you were ok before thrusting. He gave you his knot this time to give you a higher chance of getting pregnant. You had released sooner than you thought you would. You could feel the hot spray of his seed in your womb as he released. He didn’t pull out and instead he kissed you again as he began to thrust more as he was determined to give you his litter. About an hour or so passed before the both of you were spent and he finally pulled out, put his member back in his pants, and laid next to you. He turned to face you and intertwined his fingers with yours. He propped himself up on his elbow and looked at your cum-filled stomach and put a hand on it as he kissed your head.

“Go use the bathroom love. Is there anything else you want?” He asked as you sat up and discovered just how sore your hole was.

“C-can you help me to the bathroom? My legs feel like jelly.” You asked him. He nodded and stood up. He picked you up bridal style and carried you to the bathroom. He set you on the toilet and left you to do your business and he went through his drawers and pulled out one of his shirts and pulled out a pair of fresh underwear provided by Midnight for the customers. He walked back to the bathroom door, knocked a couple times and opened the door a bit.

“You can wear these for now.” He said as he handed the clothes to you and closed the door again. You got changed and finished using the bathroom. You called for him to come in. Shouta was waiting there so he could scoop you up in his arms and carry you back to the nest. You held onto him and he held you close. While you were in the bathroom, he had added a couple pillows, a heating pad, and some more water bottles to the nest and the surrounding area. He then set you down in the nest and sat outside the nest looking in on you.

“T-Thank you, Shouta.” You said as you put the heating pad on your lower back.

“I’d do anything for you.” He told you as he kissed your head and wagged his tail a bit.

“Can you get some food for us? I’m hungry.” You told him. He nodded and got back up again.

“What do you want?” He asked.

“I’d like F/F.” You requested. He nodded and pulled a shirt on before leaving the room and closing the door behind him. This left you to get comfortable in the nest and doze off a bit before he came back. Your mate soon returned with your favorite food and something for himself to eat. He set your food in the nest next to you before he leaned in and brushed a few strands of hair from your face. He kissed your forehead which made you scrunch your face a bit and wake up.

“Have a nice nap, kitten?” He asked as you noticed the bag with your favorite food inside.

“I didn’t mean to fall asleep but I was so tired after we mated.” You told him while eating your food.

“I did you put you through the ringer earlier. You can stay until morning. Now that I have a mate, I need to move out. I want to stay loyal to you. Even more so if you’re gonna have a litter.” He said as he ate his food.

“I have a small apartment that we can share.” You told him. He smiled a bit.

“I don’t have much. Just what’s here in this room.” He responded.

“I can help you pack up tomorrow. I live down the block.” You said smiling.

“We can have some of the other guys help carry my stuff to your apartment.” He told you. You nodded and smiled. Shouta took the to-go containers and put it outside his room. He then walked back to where you were in the nest and laid next to you.

“Thank you.” You told him. The look on Shouta’s face was that of a puppy wanting to climb into bed with you. You smiled and put your fingers into his ebony locks and stroked one of his wolf ears that poked out of his head.

“Get in here. Just be careful, I’m still sore down there.” You told him. His face lit up and he climbed into the nest and laid behind you. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you gently into his embrace. You couldn’t be happier than you were right now. You had a mate and a very large possibility of a litter on the way. Shouta had his hand over your swollen stomach and was kissing your neck and ear. He was happy too.

“Thank you for being my mate, kitten. I’m happy you asked me to be your alpha. I will help you through each and every heat that you have if you’ll let me.” He told you and slid a hand up your shirt. You blushed and pressed into him. He smirked and cuddled you.

“You just rest now. You’re gonna be growing a litter here soon, Kitten.” He told you. You closed your eyes and dozed off in his arms. He kept you close all through the night as there were others going to their rooms with people that had come in earlier that evening. You woke up a little bit and flipped over so you were facing Shouta. You nuzzled into his chest and he woke up too.

“What’s wrong kitten?” He asked quietly.

“Others are making noise.” You responded as you blinked up at him.

“That’s normal here.” He chuckled. You blushed and hid your face. He looked down at you.

“I have an idea. Why don’t you come under my shirt to keep you warm? How does that sound?” Shouta suggested. You liked the idea and with his help he lifted the hem of his shirt and slid under his shirt. You hummed and nuzzled his chest. He stroked the back of your head as you pressed your face into his chest and dozed back to sleep. He pulled the sleeping bag around you two and zipped it up before he fell back asleep.

Morning came and you woke up sleepily. You looked up to see Shouta looking down at your sleeping form.

“Morning kitten, did you sleep ok?” He asked.

“Yeah. After I got under your shirt, I zonked out quickly.” You said giggling.

“Do you want breakfast?” He asked.

“Are you allowed to do that still? Even now that I’m your mate?” You asked as you didn’t want him to get in trouble.

“I’ll be fine. I’ll tell Midnight what happened last night and she will have some of the other guys come up when we’re ready to go.” He reassured you as he unzipped the sleeping bag. You whined as you didn’t want to leave the warmth that he gave you.

“You can cuddle me more once we’re settled in your apartment, ok kitten?” He said looking down at you then helping you leave his shirt which was now stretched out. He stood up and let you be wrapped up in the sleeping bag. He knelt down and kissed your head before he left to get food. He stopped at the door.

“What do you want?” He asked.

“Pancakes with chocolate chips?” You asked cutely.

“Anything for you, kitten.” He told you before leaving. You rolled over and snuggled back into the sleeping bag to rest your eyes more before you had to get up. A few minutes later, Shouta came up with some pancakes for the both of you.

“Hey, sleepyhead. Wake up. Your breakfast is here.” He told you teasingly and licked your cheek. You opened your eyes.

“All I see is you~.” You said while blushing hard.

“Do you want me for breakfast too, kitten?” He asked as he leaned closer to you and kissed you. He lured you out of the sleeping bag and into the cold air.

“I know you don’t like the cold but the warm and fluffy pancakes that are dripping with syrup and waiting to be devoured by a rather ravenous kitten~.” He mused as he teased you with the pancake. You reached over to take a bite but he pulled it just out of reach. You whined and retreated back into the nest. He tore off a bit of the fluffy breakfast item and held it in his mouth. He made a come here gesture with his finger and you obeyed and he prodded your mouth with the pancake which you gladly ate from his mouth and then kissed him. You hummed and climbed into his lap. He tore off another piece and fed you bit by bit until the first pancake was gone. There was two more in one of the containers. He looked at the pancakes then at you.

“We have some time before Midnight kicks the customers out. Why don’t we have some fun~.” He told you as a sly smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth. You smiled and nodded in agreement.

“Where do you want me?” You asked.

“Lay down for me, Y/N.” He instructed of you. You laid down and looked kept eye contact with him. He smirked and pushed the shirt up past your stomach.

“Still so pretty~. “He told you. He reached over to one of the pancakes and ripped it in half. He then tore up each of the halves into smaller pieces and trailed them up your legs. He took the extra maple syrup and trailed it up and down your legs. He sat back and admired the pretty picture in front of him. You blushed hard and nodded to give him approval to start. He laid down and started at your ankles. He licked the syrup that had dripped down and almost onto the floor. He sucked a bit and licked up to the piece of pancake and he ate it before kissing your shin. He licked up to the knee and ate the piece of pancake that was there before going up to the rest of the chunks of pancake that were on your thigh. He reached your hip and sucked a mark into the soft flesh of your hip before moving back down, starting at the ankle of your other leg. Shouta copied the same process with your other leg until he was panting over your lower area.

“Now, for my meal~.” He hummed and went down on you.

He had finished just as there was banging on his door.

“Hey Shouta! You gotta wrap it up in there. Midnight wants the customers out in ten!” A loud voice called from the other side of the door. Shouta groaned and pulled away from you.

“Go put a pair of my shorts on and follow me. I’ll carry you down to Midnight and tell her that you’re my mate.” He said as he helped you up to your feet and helped you to his dresser. He pulled out a pair of black shorts and helped you into them.

“There you go. Do you think you can walk?” He asked you. You shook you head no and he picked you up to wrap your legs around his waist. He kissed your cheek and carried you down to the main room which looked completely different than how it was the night before. You peeked out from under your hair and saw some of the others. You searched for your friend that should’ve been next to the fiery red head. He saw you and spoke.

“I sent your friend home when we were done. They should be fine.” He said and you relaxed. Shouta sat down with you in his lap next to a long-haired blonde that had the same voice as earlier. You recognized him as the DJ from last night. You hid your face in the crook of your mate’s neck as Midnight approached them all. She sat down and addressed them about what happened last night and reminded them some of the rules. Shouta held you tightly as she reminded the group about having the customers leaving before morning. Midnight’s eyes darted to Shouta and she smiled.

“I see that you finally found yourself a mate. You remember the terms that we decided on, right?” She asked. He nodded.

“I need help with moving my stuff into Y/N’s apartment down the street.” He asked. A couple of the beefier men including the orca looking guy pitched in to help.

“When we’re done here the boys can help you.” Midnight said. A few of the other alphas in the room congratulated you and Shouta. You blushed and hid your face in Shouta’s chest.

“I’m gonna go back up and get my stuff sorted.” Shouta told the group as he stood up and went back to his room. He set you down in the nest before going about his room and sorting the small amount he had. The loud blonde came up with some empty boxes and helped his friend pack his clothes and bedding. He walked back over to the nest and checked in on you a few times before he had to take the nest apart and leave you with the sleeping bag. When everything was packed, Shouta’s friend went down and came back with the bouncer from the night before and a new person that also had blonde hair. They helped carry the boxes and a couple pieces of furniture downstairs and out of the establishment. Shouta carried you in his sleeping bag after the other men. You led them to your apartment down the street and helped them inside. You instructed them where to put the boxes and furniture. They left soon after, leaving the two of you alone. He set you down on your bed and kissed you.

“Your place looks nice. I’ll go unpack. You rest, kitten.” He said as he kissed your head and left the room to go unpack. He dragged a box into your room where his dresser was and sorted the clothes back into the drawers as you slept. He wanted to stay close to you even now. He felt like he had to protect you. He could sense that you were pregnant even though you didn’t believe him. He finished sorting his clothes and went to the box of his bedding and made a nest around you. He slid in and held you close to his chest. He dozed off, now feeling safe in his new home and next to his new mate that he loved so dearly.

Two weeks went by and you adjusted to your new life with your mate. You didn’t feel top notch though. You had nausea and fatigue. You didn’t want to move from the nest as the slightest movement would make you want to run to the bathroom and puke out your guts. You had developed the oddest cravings. One of your cravings was pickle juice as a brine for raw meat that you were craving. You also couldn’t seem to get enough pineapple juice, Gatorade, and milk. The smell of fish made you want to puke. Shouta was willing to get up at early hours when you would wake him when you had an intense craving for whatever you were craving that week. One afternoon, You, were sitting on the couch and devouring a tray of chicken nuggets with mac and cheese as Shouta came over and sat down next to you.

“Hey, Y/N? I wanna talk to you about something.” He told you.

“What is it?” You asked as you ate. He looked at you with concern and spoke.

“Remember about two weeks ago when we met?” He asked you. You blushed and nodded.

“I think with all your recent cravings and nausea, I believe you’re pregnant.” He said smiling a bit.

“You really think so?” You asked as you finished your ramen and set the plate on the coffee table.

“Yes, I do. I went out and got a pregnancy test when I got the ice cream you requested.” He told you.

“Ok. Where is it?” You asked.

“On the bathroom counter.” He told you. You got up with some help and went to the bathroom to take the test. Shouta stood as well and took your plate into the kitchen to wash it. You came out a few minutes later and showed him the positive test. He picked you up and held you close. The both of you were happy and excited. Shouta kissed you and knelt down to your stomach that was showing the slightest bit. He kissed your stomach and hugged you.

“Thank you, Y/n. I am very happy. You have helped me with that. I love you so much.” He told you and kissed you again.

“I will go set up a doctor’s appointment for later this week.” You spoke. He nodded and told you that he wanted to go with you to the appointments. You set up an appointment and he made a special dinner for the both of you to celebrate. He pulled you close when you had finished setting up the appointment and held you close to his chest.

“C’mon. I made us dinner.” He said and led you to the bedroom where a pizza was laid out on the bed. He had redone the nest and climbed in. He helped you in and he shared a pizza with you. The two of you spent the rest of the evening dreaming of the future and what it would hold for the both of you.

The end.

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Wanda Maximoff x Reader - Sorry for your loss - Part III "I will get better"

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Summary: When your wife Natasha passes away in a car accident, a part of you dies with her. It takes a few months of mourning for your psychiatrist thinks the best alternative is for you to join a grief group. And there you meet Wanda Maximoff, and learn to live again.

Warnings: (+16) mentions of death, panic attacks and anxiety, grief, self sabotage, mentions of abusive family background, mutual attraction pining, explicit consent, therapeutic conversations about death, self-deprecation, healthy methods of coping with grief, possible triggers about anxiety, domestic Wanda, hurtful behaviors.

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//-//

Chapter III - I will get better.

Your mother has an insinuating look on her face when you wake up after hearing noises of voices and walk to the kitchen, finding her sipping coffee on the table. With Wanda.

"H-hey." You greet clumsily, your sleepy brain had completely forgotten that the redhead was in your house.

"Good morning honey." Your mother said, her gaze following you all the way to the cupboards and as you served yourself. "I was just telling Wanda how I've been suggesting that you schedule a coffee so we could get to know each other, and what a coincidence it is that I come home and find her lost in my kitchen."

You yawn, shrugging your shoulders.

"Yes, fate is incredible." You mumble sarcastically, and your mother laughs lightly patting you on the arm as you sit down next to her at the table. "Did you sleep well, Wands?"

The redhead looks up at you and smiles as she nods. You stare back for a moment, but feeling your cheeks flush, you look away to your coffee.

"How was your date, Mom?" You ask next, not missing the opportunity to tease her.

"How was yours?"

You choke on your coffee, and your mother laughs. You don't risk looking at Wanda after that joke. But your mother is quick enough to change the subject.

"I need to talk to you about something, by the way." She comments stretching her arm to reach for the work case she left on the empty chair at the table. "Darcy came by the store yesterday afternoon, looking for you."

You frown in surprise, turning your head to look at your mother. She rummages through the files inside her bag, and then pulls out a red folder, handing it to you next.

"What's this?"

"Your contract."

You blink in surprise, and then open the folder. Running your hand over your face momentarily, you sigh.

"Mom..."

"Honey, give it a try." Your mother pleads touching your shoulder. "You are so talented honey. It would be so nice if you would write again."

You laugh humorlessly, running your hand through your hair. Taking a deep breath, you close the folder.

"I'll think about it."

Your words are far more than anything you have done regarding work in many months, so your mother lets out a contented exclamation and gives you a kiss on the cheek, making you laugh.

"Now, let's change the topic, okay?" you ask clumsily, making your mother laugh. She straightens up in her chair, and you look at Wanda quickly, blushing at the fond look in her eyes in your direction.

"Tell me, darling, what do you do?" Your mother asks Wanda. You go back to eating, holding back a giggle. You knew that now your mother would interrogate Wanda the same way Pietro did you, but she was far less subtle than the man was.

Several minutes later, Wanda managed to evade questions when she said she needed to go home, and you nudged your mother lightly in the ribs to get her to leave the other woman alone.

You stood up, grabbing the pots and pans from the table to take to the sink before walking Wanda to the front door while your mother pretended to read the newspaper while watching you two.

"Thank you for letting me stay the night." Wanda said at the door. You smiled, telling her it was okay. She hesitated next, and then moved closer, kissing your cheek good-bye. You nodded dismissively as she walked away, a silly smile on your face as you closed the door after she returned to the car parked in the driveway.

"I liked her." Your mother says as soon as you close the door. You give a short laugh, turning to go back to your room and take a shower. "Don't let that one get away."

"I'm not going to talk about this." You tell her with a mixture of embarrassment and impatience, looking back. Your mother laughs, glancing back at the paper.

//-//

Non-Reader Pov’s

Wanda sighed as she opened the door to the house. The boys were with Pietro, because they had insisted on spending the night after the party. And honestly, Wanda was so tired that she didn't even argue.

Erik was in the living room and didn't take his eyes off the newspaper when his daughter entered the room, throwing her shoes in the doorway and her purse on the couch.

"Should I ask where you spent the night?" he says with a slight hint that makes Wanda's face heat up, but she just continues toward her own room.

"Please, don't." She asks embarrassed, and Erik smiles, not speaking again.

After taking a shower, and getting dressed, Wanda stared at herself for a few moments in the mirror. You are fine. Everything is fine. She repeated these words a few times before leaving the bathroom.

When she returned to the living room, her father was still in the same position, but this time he lowered the newspaper to look at her.

"Honey, I ended up not meeting the friend you said you were bringing to Luna's party yesterday." He counters and Wanda presses her lips together as she goes to the kitchen, starting to sort the ingredients for lunch. "Pietro told me she left early."

"Yep." Wanda agrees a moment later. "It was my fault really. But it's okay now."

"I'd still like to meet her."

Wanda grumbles in agreement, washing some pots. Erik gets up from the armchair, walking over to the counter.

"There is something else I would like to talk to you about." He continues as he rests his hands on the marble. Wanda murmurs signaling that she is listening, but does not turn around. Her father sighs before speaking. "I need to get back home."

One of the pots slips from Wanda's hand, making a noise, but she catches it before it breaks. With a racing heart, she wipes the soap from her hands and the pot, and then dries her hands with a cloth, turning to look at her father as she rests her back against the sink.

"R-right." She agrees with tears in her eyes, but forces herself to smile. Erik looks at her with concern and guilt, but still stands firm as he says.

"Wanda, it's time." He says. "Charles misses me, I can't stay here forever."

"It's okay, papa." Wanda adds in a hoarse voice. She clears her throat lightly, trying not to despair at the thought of being home alone for the first time since Vis died. "I'll be fine."

Erik went around the countertop, moving closer to his daughter to place his hands on her shoulders.

"You can call me anytime you want." He says tenderly. "This is your home, Wan. You'll be able to make it. I'm sure."

Wanda nods, letting the tears flow. Her father hugs her next, and she responds, relaxing against his grip.

Erik breaks the embrace a moment later, smiling at his daughter before pulling away.

"I need to get things organized." He says. "When Pietro arrives with the boys, tell him I need a ride."

"You’re leaving today?" Wanda asks in surprise, and Erik sighs as he agrees. She swallows dryly, nodding frantically in assent.

Her father turns toward the second floor, and Wanda rests her hands on the countertop, taking a deep breath.

She tries not to be too anxious about the fact that starting tomorrow, when the kids go off to school, she will be all alone at home. Actually alone.

//-//

Reader’s Pov

Leaving your monthly appointment with Agatha, after spending an hour telling her about all the progress since you last saw her, you were quite hungry.

You hadn't spoken to Wanda since the day before, but when you thought about texting, you were surprised to realize that she had tried to call you while you were in therapy.

Dialing her number, you waited for her to answer.

"Hey, sorry, my cell phone was off." You say as soon as she says "Hello," slightly worried that it was important. "What did you want?"

" To see you." She says simply, and you ignore your quickened heartbeat. "I...I've been sitting in my car for ten minutes. I can't get into the house."

You frown at Wanda's tearful tone.

"What happened?"

"I just..." She starts half breathlessly. "My dad's not here. I dropped the kids off at school, and I don't...I don't want to be alone."

Your heart breaks for confession, and you shake your head.

"Wands, take a deep breath okay?." You ask her. "Send me your address."

"No, you don't have to..."

"Wanda." You interrupt with a short laugh. "I don't mind, really. Let me help you."

The woman on the other end of the line sighs heavily, and then thanks you. You smile when she hangs up and there is an address on the message app.

//-//

It takes about half an hour for you to arrive, and you walk slowly to the car parked outside, tapping the window lightly to attract Wanda's attention.

She is briefly startled, distracted by her cell phone, but smiles when she realizes it is you, then opens the door and steps out to hug you. You ignore the feeling of how good it is to have her against you as you respond.

"Everything okay?" You ask softly, and Wanda denies it with her head as soon as she lets go of you. You bite the inside of your cheek, unable to resist stroking her cheek for a moment before pushing your hand away.

"I can't get in." She confesses with water-filled eyes as she leans against the car. You sigh, standing next to her with your back to the metal. Her hand slips into yours, but neither of you say anything about it.

"Why not?"

Wanda is silent for a moment, and you imagine that she is not going to answer. But she does.

"Vis bought this house for me." She begins, and you resist the urge to wipe away the tear running down her cheek, imagining that your touch might intimidate her into shutting up. "I never...I never thought I would live in it without him."

"Is that why you asked your dad to move in with you?" you question.

"I think so." She murmurs. "I...I didn't want to be alone here. I mean...I have the boys. But they stay with Pietro so much, and there's school and karate, and music class. When Vis was alive, he worked from home, and I always had company." She explains. "Dad is retired so he’s always around, and he didn't mind staying. I don't think I've been alone here in eight months." Wanda sniffles softly, wiping away tears. "But his husband needed him to come back, and Charles is right to ask. Dad can't keep babysitting his grown daughter who can't put her life together."

"Don't talk like that." You interrupt by squeezing her hand lightly. Wanda shakes her head, running her hand through her hair and taking a deep breath. "Wanda?" You call out to her after a moment, and wait for her to look at you. "Do you want me to come in with you?"

She looks at your lips for a moment, but your head is elsewhere, so you just smile. Wanda nods in agreement.

After you help her get the groceries from the car, you wait behind her until she opens the door. Wanda takes a deep breath, and turns the handle.

Her house is very nice. Clean and organized, although the common characteristics of a house inhabited by children are visible. Wanda leaves a paper bag on the countertop and helps you with the one you are carrying, picking it up and placing it next to the other.

"So?" You ask with your hands in your pockets, looking intently at Wanda, who is trembling slightly as she puts away the items in the kitchen. "Wands?"

"I just..." She begins half impatiently. You don't get affected however, standing your ground. "I don't want you to leave."

You let out a short laugh, feeling your face heat up.

"But I need to go eventually." You say shrugging. "But while i'm here, why don't you show me around? I'll spend the afternoon with you until the boys arrive. But someday you'll need to do it alone."

"Like you moving back to your apartment?" She retorts bitterly and you blink in surprise, and Wanda is already assuming an apologetic expression, but you laugh and she looks at you with confusion.

"Ouch." You joke. " All right, smarty-pants. That was mean. But it's okay, I'm not mad." You assure her approaching as you take your hands out of your pockets to raise them to Wanda's shoulders. " Let's make a deal then?"

"What?"

"I'll keep you company at your place ." You say. "And you help me with my apartment?"

Wanda looks at you a moment, thoughtful. And then she smiles, nods, and circles her arms around you, burying her head in your neck. You don't mind that this hug lasts much longer than a hug between friends does.

//-//

You are laughing at a funny story from Wanda's college days when the front door opens and three small children come running in, throwing their shoes and backpacks on the floor. Pietro is surprised to see you too as he walks in and closes the door.

"Look who's here." He comments with a smile approaching to greet you. "How are you?"

"Good, Pietro." You reply gently. "And you?"

"Yeah, it’s all fine." He says looking at Wanda for a second. "Everything okay around here?"

Wanda bites her lip, looking away to the floor before speaking.

"She's keeping me company."

"Okay?"

"Because papa's not home." Wanda adds, and it takes a moment for Pietro to understand. He exchanges a look with you, but smiles, squeezing Wanda's shoulder for a moment before the boys join you all.

"Hello, who are you?" One of the boys asks, who hugs Wanda's right leg.

You bend down at his height, extending your hand.

"I'm your mommy's friend. You're Billy right?" You say and the boy looks quickly at his mother before shaking your hand. You shake very quickly and repeatedly without squeezing making him laugh as you tell him your name.

You turn your face to the other boy, hugging Wanda's other leg. "Good to see you again, Tommy. How are you doing?"

"I'm fine, thank you." He replies politely, making you laugh.

"Do I know her, daddy?" You heard Luna shyly ask Pietro next as she was hiding behind her cousin Tommy. Pietro smiled, nodding.

"Yes, dear, she was at your party don't you remember?"

"She helped Tommy with his headache didn't she daddy?"

Wanda frowned in confusion, but you didn't notice, your gaze on the child as you smiled. Pietro agreed again, and then Luna approached you.

"Do you want to be my friend?" She asked and you thought your heart was going to melt with such cuteness.

"Of course I do!" You replied excitedly, imitating the hand gesture you made with Billy, drawing a laugh from the girl.

"Let's take her to see our room!" Tommy suggested next, and you let out an exclamation of excitement to play with them. Exchanging a quick glance with the other two adults in the room, you let Tommy and Billy hold your hand and lead you upstairs, Luna following behind.

//-//

Non Reader’s Pov

As soon as the children were completely up the stairs, Pietro let out a giggle that attracted his sister's attention.

"What?" Wanda asked.

"Oh, nothing." He replied with a little smile. And only when he and Wanda were in the kitchen, intent on preparing lunch, did he add. "I like her."

"Shut up." Mumbled Wanda with reddened cheeks, understanding exactly what Pietro meant.

The man laughed again, walking over to stand next to his sister and chop some vegetables while she stirred the pots.

"I'll just say one more thing about it, and I promise I'll wait until you feel comfortable telling me." He says and seeing his sister's lack of response, he continues. "It's really good to see you smiling again. I'm glad you're moving on."

"Pietro..."

"Hey." The man interrupts his sister who looks clearly uncomfortable. He drops the knife he picked up to cut carrots and approaches her, holding her hands.

"There's nothing wrong with that." He says tenderly.

"Stop saying those things." Wanda asks releasing her hands to run her fingers through her hair, sighing as she leaned against the sink, breathing deeply. "I don't... I have the boys to take care of, I don't even have time to think about those kinds of things right now."

Pietro sighs, shaking his head.

"You know what, Wanda?" He begins. "Ever since we were kids, all you've done is take care of someone. You took care of babushka, and mamochka. You took care of me all my life, and then you got married and Vis joined the list too. Then came the twins." He said, and Wanda frowned, not understanding where the conversation was going, but Pietro's firm tone encouraged her not to interrupt. "When Vis died, you needed to breathe, and I really didn't mind helping you take care of the boys. But what about you. Wanda? If you're looking out for everyone else, who's looking out for you?"

"I..."

But Wanda doesn't know what to say. She opens and closes her mouth a few times, and Pietro sighs slightly, smiling to reassure his sister.

"You've been through hell the last few months, Wands." He adds. "There's nothing wrong with wanting some heaven."

"You're getting so cheesy, P." Wanda mumbles with flushed cheeks, causing Pietro to laugh lightly. The woman wiped a few tears from her face, and sniffled before shaking her head. "Come on, enough of this talk. The children must be starving."

"Yes, ma'am."

They prepare lunch in silence for a few moments. It is only when Pietro hands Wanda the cut vegetables to throw into the pot, that she remembers to ask about what happened at the party with Y/N and Tommy.

"Oh, she ran into him in the office." Pietro counters. "I think he was feeling sick again. I found them in the kitchen, eating some hot dogs. You were lucky to find a girl who does very well with children, eh?"

Wanda smiles with reddened cheeks, nudging her brother lightly with her shoulders as she mumbles at him to shut up.

//-//

Reader Pov’s

You sat on one of the twins' beds as they filled your lap with toys.

Doing your best to follow all the lines and get on with the fun, you pretended to drink imaginary tea when Tommy handed you a cup, and made a funny voice when Billy asked you to pretend to be a policewoman. Then Luna asked you to imitate a dragon and you spread your arms, running around the room behind the three of them.

Several minutes later, they got into a game of pretend play and forgot all about you, so you looked around at the posters, not sure if you should leave them alone.

Looking around, your gaze caught the pictures on the boys' dresser, and you smiled as you ran your fingers across the pictures.

You bit the inside of your cheek when you picked up one of the frames, the picture of the whole family in it.

"Careful not to break it." You heard Billy say out loud to you. From the tone, it sounded like something Wanda probably said to him a few times.

"I promise I won't break it." You assure him with a smile, turning your gaze to the photograph.

It is probably the picture of the day when the kids came back from the hospital. Wanda is holding one of them, and a tall, blond man is holding the other baby. They have contented smiles on their faces as they wave to whoever was taking the picture.

"Were you friends with dad too?" Tommy asked suddenly. You were slightly surprised to realize that he had stood up and was standing next to you.

"No, Tommy." You respond by stooping down to his height. "I didn't know your father."

"Did you know he died?" He asked next, shifting his gaze to the floor. You held your breath before letting go.

"Yes."

"Mom said that dying means you don't come home anymore." Tommy said and you felt your heart tighten.

"Yeah, honey."

"I miss daddy." Tommy confesses next, and you feel your own eyes fill with water at the scene. But not wanting to make him nervous, you swallow your emotion and smile weakly to calm him down.

"Yeah, I know you do." You tell him, extending your hand toward him for him to hold if he wants. When he accepts, you squeeze it lightly. "But the people we love never really leave us. When you think of your daddy, you feel a little pain in your chest don't you?" You ask and Tommy nods in agreement. "That's the part of your father in you. The love you feel for him stays inside your chest now. Before, you could spread that love with hugs and kisses and smiles. But now you have to keep it to yourself." You say tenderly, and Tommy seems to absorb your words. Billy and Luna are also listening to the conversation and look at you as they sit on the floor in front of a dollhouse. "Do you understand what I say?"

Tommy nods. "Yes, I'm already five."

You chuckle lightly at the quick response.

"I don't want to keep love in my chest." He grumbles. "I want daddy back."

You swallow dryly, watching the thick tears stream down the boy's face. Your gaze quickly catches Billy's, and he is crying, too.

"I'm sorry, kids." You say reaching out to wipe away the tears of the boy in front of you. "That's how death works. It's not fair, and it hurts. But that's what happens. But you all aren't alone, okay? You can always hug your mommy, and your aunt and uncle, and me too if it hurts too much.”

Tommy sniffles and throws his arms around you. You hug him back, hoping he will calm down. It doesn't take long before Luna and Billy join you.

You want to make them feel better, so you open your arms as wide as you can to squeeze them all together, and wait a few minutes before you make a noise with your mouth like a monster. And it works very well, because the next moment they are laughing.

You let them go so that they run, and you laugh as you chase them around the house. When Wanda yells from downstairs for them to come to lunch, you change direction so that they dash downstairs.

"No running on the stairs!" You quickly warn. "The monster catches those who run on the stairs. You need to go slowly."

The children exchange quick glances and then obey. You pretend to walk in slow motion so that they come down without hurrying. They run again as soon as they get down, making you laugh.

Downstairs, Wanda guides everyone to the kitchen table. You exchange a quick glance with her, putting your hands in your pockets.

"You're going to have lunch with us right?" Wanda asks with a smile. You bite your lip, thoughtfully. "Please say yes." She adds the request making you laugh lightly.

"But then I need to leave." You say with a raised finger in jest, Wanda smiles, nodding in understanding, and taking your hand to pull you into the kitchen.

Neither of you mind the look Pietro casts at your linked hands as Wanda leads you to the table.

//-//

Your week goes by very slowly.

At group therapy on Wednesday, Stephen brings games, and it is as much fun as any other time. Before you leave for lunch with Wanda, Stephen asks to speak with you both.

"I have some questions about your checklist." He says as the gymnasium empties out and you guys help him put the chairs away. "I noticed that you crossed out all the questions about grief." He begins, and you and Wanda exchange a look. "But of course it's okay, it's not a script to be followed really, it's just ideas to break the ice. And you guys are making progress, so as long as it's working for you, it's working for us."

"Stephen you are diverting from the subject." You grumble with your hands in your pockets, and the man laughs.

"Sorry." He says as he finishes folding the metal chairs in the corner of the gym. "I imagine you also realize that you have completed the vast majority of your monthly goals. With the exception of one."

You sigh, looking away. Stephen tries to smile to reassure you.

"I understand that this is difficult for you." He speaks again. "And you should also know that it's not mandatory, okay, but I would like you to try."

You swallow dryly, and it takes a moment, but you nod in agreement.

"I will." You say. "But I need time. I'm not going to drive off the first time."

"Don't worry about deadlines." He interrupts. "Find a way that works for you. Besides, you won't be doing this alone."

Stephen gives you both an encouraging look, and you take a deep breath trying not to overthink his request. When he nods in farewell, Wanda holds your hand and stands in front of you.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" She asks and you smile, running your gaze over her face.

"Only if you stay with me."

She smiles. "I will."

You both walk outside next.

//-//

During the following week, you set small goals with Wanda regarding her house.

Wanda is always home alone in the morning, because the kids go to school. And since you don't do anything at home, you come to spend the morning with her.

On the first day, you leave her house five minutes before the time she usually pick up the kids. You smile, hug Wanda goodbye, and tell her she can take being alone for five minutes. She catches up with you at the front door, shaking as she hugs your back. You don't have the heart to leave her alone after that, and you go with her to pick up the boys at school.

On the second day, you try again. Five minutes of solitude. Wanda is nervous as you walk out the door, but she doesn't follow you. You smile proudly as you leave.

On the third day, you leave ten minutes early. And then fifteen. Then twenty. By the third week, Wanda can be alone for hours. On week four, you don't come.

Wanda calls you, laughing and crying, saying that everything is all right. That she can breathe, and that she is not panicking anymore. And you also cry and laugh while telling her that you are proud of her.

You have started writing again by then.

Because you needed to find something to keep you busy while you were at her house and Wanda worked from home with the administration of the flower shop, and she didn't mind you bringing some books and your laptop to try to write something.

For the first few days you just watched television, occasionally chatting with Wanda when she came to ask if everything was okay and if you were comfortable before going back to her study room. But then you run your fingers through the photographs of the house and get an idea about a small story. It's brief, and simple, but it's sweet and the first thing you've written in a long time. Wanda loves it when you show it to her, and you laugh shyly when she puts the paper on the refrigerator door.

You call Darcy the second week you are helping Wanda. Your colleague is happy to hear that you are working again, and even happier to hear that you will accept the contract. It's a quick thing, and the timing is good, just what you need to get used to again. Wanda sets up a second desk in her office and you smile in appreciation, saying that she would get tired of your presence like this, but she assures you that that would never happen. You enjoy having her company while you write.

Soon you tell her that you are ready to try driving again. And Wanda sighs, saying that she is also ready to go back to the flower shop.

You agree that after she drops the kids off at school, she will pick you up at home with her car, and you will go to the flower shop together. And you can try to drive her car on the way back.

"Everything okay?" You ask Wanda when you arrive in front of the establishment. The flower shop is very nice, even from the outside you can tell. It is a small brown building, with many vases and floral decorations outside, and a sign at the entrance. You can see Monica at the counter through the glass but she is distracted by a customer and doesn't notice you two at the door.

"Yeah, I just...I just need a moment." Wanda clarifies looking at you quickly. She takes a deep breath, and then enters.

"Wanda!" Monica greets you two cheerfully as soon as the customer leaves, and you two approach her around the counter. The woman quickly hugs Wanda, who laughs lightly. "I am so happy to see you here again. And look at that, I think even the flowers have cheered up."

You smile at the interaction, letting your gaze wander around afterwards.

Flowers are not exactly something you know well, but you think they are very beautiful. And you absolutely love photographs of flower arrangements, and flowers in nature.

"And how are you, Y/N?" Monica asks loudly, attracting your attention. You take your eyes off the white flower in front of you to smile at her.

"I'm good, Monica." You reply. "It's good to see you again. Is everything okay?"

"Oh, yeah." She says gently fiddling with some vases. Wanda disappears beyond the back doors, probably getting used to being around again. "It's been pretty quiet today, so I've had plenty of time to look around the web page."

You smile in understanding. You knew that Monica had an online store that she and Pietro ran, but you couldn't remember exactly what they sold, so you didn't comment on it. But you were glad to know that she was taking the time to check out the shop even though she was working at Wanda's flower store.

"Are you going to stick around today?" she asks next, and you put your hands in your pockets.

"I don't really know." You reply. "If Wanda stays then I'll stay."

Monica raises her eyebrows suggestively, impressed by your words. You feel your face heat up.

"B-because she's my ride." You clarify quickly, and Monica lets out a chuckle, turning to take a vase in her hands and move it around the place.

"Got it." She murmurs humorously.

Wanda joins you next, her purse was no longer with her, and you figured she was ready to work then.

"Mon, I'm going to stay in the back today, okay?" She says to Monica, who just nods encouragingly. Wanda looks at you hesitantly. "Is it okay if I leave you alone?"

You laugh lightly.

"Don't worry, Wands." You tell her. "I'm here for you. Do what you have to do."

"I'll keep you company, honey." Monica adds with amusement. Wanda laughs, glancing one last time at you before turning toward the office. You look at the other woman next. "Tell me, have you ever tended a garden before?"

//-//

You are washing the dirt from your hands when Wanda finishes. She was only inside the small office for at most three hours, much less than a normal workload, but you don't say anything and Monica doesn't care either.

After thanking Mon for teaching you how to grow a garden, you say goodbye to her with a kiss on the cheek, wishing her a good rest of her shift, and leave with Wanda from the flower shop. You were anxious because you are going to be in the driver's seat now.

Wanda left the car in the supermarket parking lot at the corner of the place, at this time the surroundings were relatively empty.

You two were standing facing the driver's door.

"Here we are." She said beside you. You took a deep breath.

"Here we are." You repeated her words.

Wanda slipped one of her arms around your waist, hugging you from the side, waiting for you to be ready to open the door. And it took a moment until you did.

As soon as you sat down in the driver's seat, Wanda turned around the car and got in, sitting next to you in the passenger seat.

Your heart was racing, and you were static. When you risked looking down, you had a flash of memories, and your breath hitched and your eyes filled with tears. Wanda noticed, and reached for your hand quickly. You sat there in silence for about forty minutes until you stopped crying.

"Sorry, I'm wasting your time." You muttered breathlessly, and Wanda shook her head, squeezing your hand and raising the other to make you look at her. She stroked your cheek tenderly as she spoke.

"Don't say that. I want to be here and help you." She whispers while wiping your tears with her thumb. "As you have done for me."

You sniffled, trying to smile a little. Wanda just looked at you as you closed your eyes, trying to normalize your breathing.

"Let's try again tomorrow, okay?" Wanda murmurs to you. You gasp slightly, agreeing.

Then you switched places, and Wanda drove you home. You mumbled a thank you, giving the woman a long kiss on the cheek before getting out of the car. You didn't notice how she squeezed the steering wheel and her face flushed when your lips touched her skin.

//-//

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gayonetta95 · 2 years

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Theo Raeken X Male Reader Part 2 of ???

Title: New Beginnings

Summary: its day two of Y/N having Theo over at your place, Theo believes he is a burden and thinks his chance of redemption is out the window, Y/N has a different opinion

*Its morning and Y/N walks out of his room only to see Theo comfortably snoring. Theo senses Y/N and jolts up

Y/N: morning sleepy head, you sure do snore louder than me and Luna (pet dog)

Theo:(smirking) what time did i fall asleep

Y/N: well after you devoured those wings, your eyes started to give up on you and then well...you gave in, after you were knocked out i went and grabbed some blankets for you. It seems you got super comfortable once covered you with the blankets. Hours later you began to snore so loud i confused you for a bear

Theo:(smiling and laughing) well um thanks for me letting crash and eat here for the night, also thanks for letting me shower and wash my clothes but i have to get going now

Y/N: Going??? Where are you going

Theo: i guess just hit the road, i honestly don't want to be a burden to you

Y/N: you don't have to leave Raeken plus you are bot a burden

Theo: really??? Why are you helping me anyways, i mean I've done bad things to your friends...let's not forget i almost killed scott

Y/N: yes, you did those horrible things but you did help us fight against the ghost riders and you did save me countless times from them along with bringing stiles back.

Theo: i just don't think i deserve to be helped

Y/N: everyone deserves a chance...even you Raeken. When i saw you sleeping in your truck in the middle of the woods, i figured maybe you needed someone, someone to reach out to you, i figured why not lend you a helping hand. Honestly i think you somewhat redeemed yourself for helping us...you certainly earned my trust, so please don't go Theo plus i do get lonely living here along

Theo:(laughing) so what, you need company

Y/N: yes and as for you perhaps a friend

Theo: im not good at making friends you know

Y/N: well then let us start shall we, hello my name is Y/N and you must be Theo

Theo:(Smirking) your an idiot you know that

Y/N: Damn it Theo would you just accept my hand in friendship, jeez

Theo: nice to meet you Y/N

Y/N: so you'll stay then???

Theo: i don't know i barely met you

Y/N: oh shut it you

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honeytae · 3 years

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Happiest of tipsy birthdays to you.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LUNA!!!!! ahh where do i even start, i’m so grateful for you and our friendship :( you create such a safe space and radiate such love and light, you deserve everything that you put out into the world and i hope you have the best day today and every day! i love you so much, please accept my gift of a jimin drabble (that i really should just title ‘For Luna’ honestly) and millions of virtual hugs and smooches today. happy birthday @stayjimin!!!!!!!!!

genre: fluff word count: 1.7k

“Oh my god Jimin, we’re so screwed.”

Falling into the man with a cackle, you laughed even harder when he too fell over in his unsteady state, tugging you down with him onto the set of stairs as your combined giggles echoed off the walls.

Your head spun in the best way possible as you laid down on Jimin’s chest, far too gone to care about the dirt on the floor of the dorms stairway, both drunkenly collapsed from your birthday night out.

You couldn’t remember how many shots you’d taken. It was, as they say, all a blur. All you could see was Jimin on that dance floor, switching between sensual moves to downright idiocracy as he shimmied his shoulders all the wall from the bar back to your booth, offering you drink after drink with that charming smile of his.

Damn him.

With your blood alcohol level, walking seemed to be impossible. Doing stairs, even more so. You were definitely well past tipsy.

“We really are.” He sighed happily, crescent eyes making you even dizzier in your state as you stared at the man’s beautiful features.

He always got especially giggly when he was drunk, which was probably what you adored the most about him. Consistently happy when he was sober, yes. But get a shot of tequila in his system and he was giddy.

His body was soft yet firm beneath you as his arms latched around your frame, the rising and falling of his chest creating a calm within you that only he could.

“Chim,” you called, “we have to get up these stairs.” You remembered suddenly, setting your chin on his pec to look up at him as he seemed to ponder the thought.

“We could call Bang-”

With a snort, you cut him off, making the man pout as he squeezed at your side.

“What?”

“We’re not calling your manager to get our drunk asses up the stairs.” You said, bewildered at the thought as Jimin only shrugged with a grin.

You were drunk, but you weren’t that drunk.

“C’mon, I’m getting tired.” You tried to lift yourself off his body, only to falter slightly on your way up as you tried to complete the action too fast.

Jimin easily caught you in his arms even in his altered state, chuckling slightly as you gripped his bicep for support, subtly feeling up the muscle he’d built there with no shame present in your buzzed mentality.

“Hm, these are nice.” You commented as you squeezed the hard tissue again, Jimin throwing his head back in laughter at your unabashed praise.

“Thank you, dove.” He replied, the pink on his cheeks from the alcohol increasing at your words. Before you could make any other moves on his body, he began slowly guiding you to sit up with him before rising to his feet again with a grunt.

Offering his hand down to you, you missed it twice, the vodka messing with your head more than you’d like to admit as you finally gripped onto his fingers. With his opposite hand resting on the railing beside him for support, (he’d learned his lesson last time that it was hard to get up from the ground with seven shots down the hatch), he pulled you up from the ground with little to no help from your weakened body, pulling you into his side with an accomplished sigh.

Softly smiling over at you, he squeezed your hand in his, lifting them together and wordlessly throwing your arm around his shoulder.

Even though he had consumed just as much alcohol as you did, he found it much easier to level out his swaying than you, speech significantly clearer despite the lack of difference between the amounts of alcohol you’d drank.

You’d always been a lightweight.

After pointing this fact out, Jimin giggled fondly once again, making you grin over at him as you studied his face through your bleariness.

“You’re worse than Hobi-hyung.” He pointed out with a teasing nudge of his elbow, his words causing you to gasp in genuine offense as the man beside you laughed once more.

“Okay, my little leightweight. Let’s go.”

Although the next few sets were challenging, somehow you finally managed to reach the boys’ floor, both of you giggling and stumbling all the way to their front door with cheeks aflame from both your alcohol intake and intense struggle up the stairs.

Propping you up between the door frame and his shoulder, Jimin raised his other arm to pound on the door, repeating the set several times before whining when his knocks went unanswered for the umpteenth time.

“Fuck, can they not hear us?”

“I think the whole city can hear us.” You commented absentmindedly, eyes widening in pleasant surprise as Jimin leaned into you again with drunken giggles escaping his mouth. With a sigh, he reached into his jean pocket for his phone to dial what he thought to be Namjoon’s number.

With the number immediately going to voicemail, Jimin’s shoulders deflated a bit, tapping his fingers against the screen to send a message to the groupchat.

“Is it possible that they have the world’s biggest earplugs?” He huffed, banging his fist against the door again before his eyes widended when he heard the sound of shuffling from the other side.

Knocking his fist harder against the wood, Jimin determinedly kept up his actions, you leaning your head on his shoulder while chuckling at the man’s antics. You’d surely hear about this from Yoongi in the morning.

“Jimin?”

The deep voice from behind the door was immediately recognizable of Taehyung’s familiar drawl, a slight rasp in his uncertainty of who the hell was banging down the door so late - well, early - in the morning.

“Taetae! Hey!” Jimin shouted into the peephole, said man whipping the door open almost immediately to shush him, swollen eyes giving away that he’d most likely been in a deep sleep when you two had begun your ruckus outside the door.

“Shh, Jimin. People are trying to sleep.” He whispered, both you and Jimin nodding wide-eyed as you stifled grins at the parent-like scolding.

Taehyung looked over you both for a moment, sighing at the dirt from the stairs imprinted on Jimin’s black jeans. He could only imagine how you two had gotten home.

“You guys are idiots,” he shook his head, “And you should’ve called me. Come on.” He ordered, one hand cemented to the top of Jimin’s spine and the other one laid on the back of your shoulder to guide you both into the apartment.

“Is everyone sleeping?” Jimin whispered, Taehyung humming in confirmation as he led you both down the silent hallway, every single bedroom door shut snugly as the members slept behind them.

Your hand was still miraculously caught up in your boyfriends even as Tae pushed you both to the door of Jimin’s bedroom, fingers locked around each other to ground yourselves even when the world around you was spinning so intensely.

Jimin’s steps were slower than normal, as were yours due to the amount of alcohol flowing through your bloodstream, and his movements were stalled as he approached his door. Wrapping his fingers around the doorknob took concentration and extra effort, but he managed to twist the door open, almost falling flat on his face when the door gave way beneath his hold.

“Christ, Jimin.” Taehyung swore under his breath, grabbing the man underneath his bicep to pick him up to stand on his own two feet again. Jimin only breathed a chuckle in response as you bit down on your lip, Taehyung’s obvious frustration with your drunken foolishness making the situation much funnier than it’d already be.

“C’mon, guys. Keep it movin’.” Tae ushered you both in front of him, giggling all the way as you let yourselves be blindly guided by his hands.

“Tae, I’m really trusting you right now. I don’t know where the bed-” you paused suddenly as you bumped into an object with your thigh, reaching your hands out to find the plush mattress beneath your touch, “hey, that was fast.”

Taehyung couldn’t help but let out a snort at your words, shaking his head as he directed you two to the bed, pulling his eyebrows together with a whine when Jimin began audibly unzipping his jeans.

“Yah, don’t strip with me in here!”

Grunting in response, Jimin tossed his pants on the ground, meeting your eyes with a laugh as you crawled onto the bed.

“I’m not sleeping in jeans, you freak.” He mumbled, sass rolling off his tongue even in his now increasingly sleepy state, Taehyung scoffing in response yet nevertheless grabbing a blanket from the end of the bed to cover you both in.

With a directing nod of his friend’s head, Jimin collapsed onto the bed with a chuckle, you following the man as he tugged on your hand to pull your body on top of him. You both sighed in content as Taehyung threw the blanket over your bodies, the air conditioning in the room causing a brisk chill to raise bumps on your arms.

“Do you guys need water, pain meds?” Taehyung asked, pausing at the bottom of the mattress to answer any requests from the two groggy bodies in front of him.

“No, we’re great.” Jimin sang, laugh erupting out of his nose as he glanced up to view his friends thoroughly annoyed expression.

“Sorry we woke you up, Taehyungie.” He said, the pout evident in his voice as you hummed against his shirt.

“Yeah, sorry Tae.”

“Mm. Are you guys going to be okay in here if I leave you?” He asked, leaning his palms on the end of the bed as you both nodded your heads.

“We’re good. So good.” Jimin slurred, making you giggle as you leaned up to plant a kiss to his hot cheek. His eyes sparkled at your affection, squeezing you to his body with a grin.

Jokingly rolling his eyes, Taehyung stood up straight, striding over to your bedside light to flick it off with his finger.

“Alright, goodnight guys. Happy birthday, dear.” He added, you only humming in response before snuggling in to Jimin further. The sound of the door shutting was obviously softened for the other sleeping members’ benefits, Taehyung’s padding footsteps barely heard as he made his way down the hall to escape back into his own bedroom.

“Did you have a nice birthday?” Jimin whispered after a beat of silence, glazed over eyes meeting yours in the dark as you carefully lifted your head, the pounding already minorly setting in.

“I did. I had a very tipsy night.” You admitted, closing your eyes when his fingers stroked a few strands of hair back behind your ear with a fond chuckle.

“Good. You deserve it.”

Leaning up, he placed his pointer finger beneath your chin, pressing his lips to your cheek, over to the tip of your nose, your other cheek, and finally landing with a sweet peck to your lips.

“Happiest of tipsy birthdays to you.”

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