#when it comes time for me to buy a house i will lift my credit score up to the gods of the banks

[orcelito]

Keeping a credit card and just using it to pay for all my daily expenses really is The Hack to building a good credit score. Like I'm literally just using it as a delayed spending of money I have. I'm "borrowing" money but from my end of it, it's just an extra step of paying for shit

And yet somehow. I have managed to increase my credit score by nearly 40 points over the past 4 months.

Which is CRAZY btw and shows how much money I've been spending (whoops....for life insurance...) but like. Also. Wild. It truly is wild.

[bi-writes]

bestfriend!roommate!simon helps you get dressed for a night out because i love when men kneel

cw: nsfw content (18+), suggestive language and content, mature language and content, kisses through the mask, size kink, praise kink, a little oral (fem!receiving), a little suggestive touching (fem!receiving), simon likes thicc thighs, simon "my girl doesnt lift a finger because i worship her" riley

more bestfriend!roommate!simon

you haven't gone out in a long time. you were stuck working overnight shifts at the diner for extra money, busy every time you got a friendly text or a sweet call asking if you'd like to join your friends.

you hadn't told simon yet. you hadn't told him you were leaving tonight, but more worriedly, you hadn't told him you were struggling paying the bills. you scraped by the edges of your teeth last month to give him your half, and you remember looking at the cash in your wallet afterwards and wanting to vomit.

it was embarrassing. the landlord just kept urging you both for more, and while simon was always able to negotiate the raise every few months (one look at simon, and he always lowered his number), you were finding it difficult to keep up.

simon was successful. he was a decorated lieutenant, and he had many powerful friends. he never indulged in showing off his wealth; he wasn't raised with money, neither were you, and it was more than he knew what to do with. you remembered walking past him one night as he paid off a credit card on his laptop. you gagged when you saw the number in his account, the commas in the number.

why the fuck was in this piece of shit place with you when he could buy a house on a pebbled beach somewhere?

the dress was not cooperating. it had many straps that came in at the back, and they were twisted and crooked, looped around the corset back and making you a little frustrated. you sighed deeply before making your way across the hall, knocking gently on the bedroom across from you.

"simon?" there was no answer. "simon, i...could you help me for a second?"

the door opened a few moments later. a surgical mask was fit over his nose and mouth, a beanie over his head to cover the rest of him. you turned around in front of him, looking over your shoulder.

"i need help. it's all a mess, i can feel it."

his dark eyes flickered down to the back of your dress. the skin of your back was bare. you weren't wearing a bra underneath. you help up the front of the dress with both of your hands, cupping your breasts to keep it situated as simon finally reached over and began to unravel the laces of the corset.

"you goin' out?"

you nodded, rocking to the side a bit as he tugged the edges of the laces loose and began to tighten up the back of the corset. you held onto your stomach as the fabric of it began to shape the curve of your waist.

"yeah, just with some of the girls. they've been dying to go out, but i've just been working so much..."

"hmmm," he grunted in agreement. "'v hardly seen your face around here."

you sighed as he straightened out the straps, tying off the end of the corset with a tight bow at the bottom. you turned around to face him, and simon had to bite back the curse threatening to leave at the sight of you. the skin along your chest looked so soft, plump to the touch. he wanted to lean down and lick over the curve of your breasts right there, feel it bounce back with a hard kiss, watch your nipples harden if he blew on the sensitive contours of your neck.

"sorry...work has been...really busy."

"dunno 'bout that, luv. i know you're pickin' up shifts. i can hear you on the phone, asking to come in."

there was something more in that comment, something more he wanted to say lingering in the air. you frowned a little, meeting his eyes.

"im just trying to make extra money, simon, thats all."

he leaned in a little closer.

"if you need help--"

"no," you said immediately, shaking your head. "i know what you're going to say. i don't need your...i'm fine."

simon lowered his head slightly. for a moment, just one fleeting moment, you suddenly understand perhaps why men cowered on the battlefield. there was something dull and lifeless swirling there in his eyes. he was so much larger than you, big enough that he could probably wrap his whole hand around your neck and squeeze, and the life would leave you easy--and somehow you knew, those eyes wouldn't change, even knowing they would have taken the light from your own.

you knew, suddenly, that you were face to face with somebody else. a beast with a quiet name, a killer that rarely made a sound, the last whisper that one might ever hear.

you had angered simon, and his protector had come.

"you're lyin'."

"simon--"

"you're lyin' to me, sweetheart. where are your fuckin' manners?"

"i'm not one of your fucking soliders, simon. you can't give me orders," you snapped. you moved past him, hitting his shoulder with your own and going back into your room. you picked up your heels, taking a seat on your bed as you furiously slipped them on. your shadow followed, coming into your room and standing before you.

"how many times? how many times have i asked if everything is straight?"

you ignored him, continuing to slip your shoes on. of course, the ones you had picked out for tonight had straps that needed to be tied up your ankle.

"so i'm going to ask you again, luv, and you're gonna answer me well. do you need my bloody help?"

you let go of the ribbons of your shoes, letting them fall. you put your hands into your lap, your eyes on your crudely painted nails and skin of your knees and the way the shadow at your front began to come closer.

you swallowed hard when he knelt down at your feet. you watched with soft eyes as he picked up your foot gently by the ankle, resting it on his thigh. his gloved hands picked up the silk ribbons, beginning to cross them over your ankle. he straightened out the creases and made sure not to tie them twisted, being careful to make the ribbons look presentable.

when he finished tying the bow on one foot, he brought your ankle up, pressing the mouth of his mask to the silk of it and letting it fall. he picked up your other foot just as tenderly and with the precision of a sniper, he tied your ribbons and pressed a kiss to the silk.

with both your feet on the ground, and simon on his knees seemingly not going anywhere, you reached forward and slipped a hand under the hood, caressing one side of his face.

your palm was warm, fitting into the curve of his cheek. the fabric of his mask was soft as always, black cotton that shielded his pretty face from your eyes always. you never cared to look under it, never felt the need to make him take it off. even now, with his face in your hands, you felt no urge to see what was underneath. as far as you were concerned, the mask was his face--even if you had once seen that face and how stupidly handsome he was.

simon was an enigma. he had a poker face that many envied; the mask hid so much of his emotions, so much of what he might feel, and often he was even able to control the scrunch of his brows or the twitch of his eyes so you could read nothing. but he needed his eyes; he needed them to see, to engage, and if he could cover them, he would, but he needed them, so they were dark and wide, the one piece of him that he allowed.

so you tilted his head back with your hand on his face, letting the soft light of the room break him his hiding place. he wasn't wearing any eye-black today, and you smoothed a thumb just under his eye, watching his lashes flutter for a second. fuck, he was so pretty.

"you worry too much, simon," you whispered. "i'm fine. i promise."

you leaned forward, sighing deeply.

"i promise, simon," you said under your breath. "if something was wrong, i would tell you."

you tried looking into his eyes to convince him, but you knew as soon as you did, that you crucified the lie. something was wrong. you were scraping along, getting dragged by life, but you had learned a long time ago how to bury things into a box and swallow it all down.

you knew, also, that he didn't believe you. simon was too intelligent a man to think you were being honest there, but he didn't say anything. he just followed the warmth of your hand, and if he was a cat, he'd be purring.

you moved to stand, but simon reached for you, his gloved hands on your knees as he held you there. you opened your mouth to speak, but then he leaned forward, his head against your chest as he held you close. it forced your knees to spread to make room for him, and you sucked in a breath as both of his palms slipped up your thighs and caressed the soft skin there.

"simon--"

"don't want to bloody talk--"

"but--simon--"

it happened fast. one moment, you were sitting upright, cradling his head to your chest and feeling his hands along thighs, and the next, you were on your back, splayed across your bed, your dress riding up your hips and the stilettos of your heels digging into the meat of simon's back.

simon was not all muscle; sometimes, when he relaxed, you could feel the softness of him under your palm, a warmth that was solid, like a bear--something protective and built to last, like the foundations of a good home. and then sometimes he was like this--tense all over, muscles constricted, abdomen as taut as a rock, arms bulging as they worked and lifted and manhandled you like the lieutenant he was.

his head was buried between your thighs. you panted, breath heavy as you felt his heavy breath suddenly, his mask pushed up just enough so that he could lick a warm stripe up the inside of your thigh.

"you won't talk," simon murmured against the skin there. he wrapped his arms around your thighs, yanking you forward until he could kiss where your pelvis met your thigh. you shuddered at the feeling of his lips grazing the lace of your panties. "you won't fuckin' talk, but you will sing for me, luv."

"simon, i need to go..."

your voice was protesting, but your hands found the back of his head, smoothing over the locks of his hair. you whimpered when you felt the wetness of his tongue along the fabric of your panties. his entire mouth enveloped your mound, jaw hinging wide as he tasted you through the lace. you bucked up into his mouth, your hips chasing the wet feeling. he growled out angrily, keeping your hips pinned down as he sucked messily, his teeth nipping at the delicate lingerie.

you sucked in a shaky breath as he used a gloved finger to push it to the side, your cunt on display. he cursed when he spread your folds, watching the drip of you as it drenched your panties more, your sweet hole puckering around nothing.

"fuckin' hell--" he sucked on his teeth. "you're fuckin' drippin', luv."

"s-simon, i-i...i can explain, i..."

"don't have to explain anythin'."

you whined as he finally put his mouth on you. his tongue started low, teasing your cunt with a slow circle before curling, trying to flood his mouth with the taste of you. you tasted good, tasted familiar somehow, and his chest swelled at the thought that you were this wet because you were thinking about him.

he could listen to you for hours. the moans that passed through your glossy lips, the languid roll of your hips as you chased his tongue, the sweat that gathered at the base of your spine and along your forehead and the sound of his name sputtering in choked breaths out of your gorgeous mouth.

a vision. simon didnt believe paradise existed, but he believed there was something close to it. it used to be the side of a bullet hitting exactly where he aimed, the feel of foreign soil hitting his enemy's eyes before he took them down, getting his squad out of the gutter when they were pinned down on all sides. he was good at his job. he was good on the field, he was good with chaos, but this was new.

this feeling had always been somewhere under the surface whenever he was with you. he didn't recognize it at first because he had never felt anything quite like it. the feeling one gets when they get home after a long day. the light in someone's eyes when they see a face they recognize when they're in a place they don't belong. the light of a flame in room so dark, you can't see your hands held up in front of your face.

he wondered sometimes if he had ever felt this way with his family. if looking into his nephew's eyes, he had ever felt something like this--and he did, somewhat, but this was more. this wasn't the gentle nip of a soft animal, this kind of love had fangs, and it had sunk itself so deep into him, he knew it was latched onto him. sucking on his blood, draining the shit from his veins, and putting something else there, something addicting.

and he didn't care. he gripped your hips with his gloved hands, sucking on your clit and licking up the slick of you and trying so hard to please the woman that plagued every fucking thought in his head.

"simon--"

your voice was a sob, practically. whining his name, tears coming down your face as he ate you out furiously. he was gentle at first, and then he was nearly aggressive, slurping at your folds and fucking into your cunt and barely coming up for air. when he did come up, his tone was low and drunk-sounding, slurring out soft phrases of "like a fuckin' sweet" and "so fuckin' pretty."

your back arched off the bed. your makeup was ruined by now, surely. your corset askew, your stilettos digging dark holes into his back, your throat hoarse from the crying--simon had you like no one else. simon had you wrapped so tightly around his gloved finger, you might as well have been a brand there--an extension of that glove, one of the crude white bones painted along the back of his hand. he had carved a hole so deep inside of you, shaped perfectly to the beastly size of him; you would never be rid of him. your whole life after this, you just knew--nobody would ever eat your cunt the way lieutenant simon riley ate it, that was a fucking fact.

he moaned when you came. a deep, guttural moan that came from deep in his chest. his eyes rolled to the back of his head when you gushed right onto his tongue. he drank it like he was running desert dry, a kind of eagerness that was making your vision go a little fuzzy, sparkling dots hazing over you. your head was a mess of emotions, all clouded over by pleasure and your body limp in his arms. your body was jelly, so worn as if you had been fucked brainless, but, oh--simon hadn't even gotten that far with you, and his mouth had you spineless.

you sat up, hair tousled, legs shaking, breaths warm and heavy and easy. everything was easy with simon. living, breathing, loving, touching--everything was easy.

he stood up finally, rising from his knees and rolling out his shoulders, and even though you could see him subtly adjusting his pants, he didn't make a move on you. he didn't reach for you, didn't try and touch you again, didn't reach for the bow he had tied on your corset to try and undo it. no, simon had just given you a mind-numbing orgasm and if not for the strain on his zipper, you'd think he had just filed his fucking taxes.

"simon...s-simon--"

"have fun tonight," he murmured, brushing a stray hair out of your face. he tucked it behind your ear, the glove making you shiver. "you call me when y'ready to come home."

your lashes fluttered as you looked up at him, a soft smile on your face.

"m-maybe i dont...maybe i don't wanna go out, m-maybe i wanna stay here...with you...w-watch movies like we usually do."

he shook his head, his thumb swiping just under your chin.

"no. go have fun. i'll be waitin' here for you, luv."

his fingers traced along your neck, something in his eyes that said he wanted more. but a ghost doesn't beg, right?

but maybe simon does.

"okay. i'll call you."

"right then."

and when the click of your bedroom door shut, you looked down at your shoes, so prettily tied with a bow on the end. you reached down, gripping the end of the bow and pulling, watching the silk unravel and come undone.

and then he heard the call of his name again.

[httpsdana]

71 prompt for oscar piastri or joão félix? ty!

Stay~João Félix

*GIF isn't mine. credits to the owner*

still can't believe João actually joined barca...His dream came true I was in literal tears when I found out and now he's doing so good omg. anyways...enjoy <3

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71-"stay with me tonight."

best friends to lovers trope!

"he broke up with me João" y/n sobbed into the phone with her best friend

"y/n...why did he do that?" João asked in a soft voice, already putting his shoes on to drive himself to her house

"he said that he's not ready to be this committed to our relationship. he said that I'm going too fast. we have literally been dating for 3 years what does he mean" her sadness now turned into anger and she was starting to show her frustration

"I'm on my way y/n. don't leave the house please. I'll be there in a few minutes" she hung up without saying anything, making him more worried now

He drove to y/n's house immediately, parking his car outside and rushing to the door. He knocked on the door harshly, only for the door to be yanked open, and a raging y/n standing there

"hey sweetheart...how are you holding up?" he asked carefully, stepping inside the house, the door behind him slamming harshly

"I should've just strangled him to death. who the fuck does he think he is? he thinks that he can just break up with me without an actualy excuse and just leave?" she said in anger, flopping down on the couch, João sitting down next to her and rubbing her back

"I'm just so frustrated right now I'm not even sad just so angry" she said with gritting teeth. Then João got an idea

"go change your clothes. I'll take you somewhere that can help" he nudged her to get up.

She groaned and got up, changing out of her shorts and hoodie, putting on a tank top and some jeans instead

João started driving to his unknown destination, making sure to let y/n play whatever music she wants from her phone

"we're here. come on" he got out of the car, only to leave y/n confused why they were outside an abandoned house

She followed him to the house nonetheless, small and slow steps behind him.

"come on sweetheart don't be scared" he put his hand out, waiting for her to hold his hand.

"João. is it like okay to be here?" she asked, as he pulled her inside the house with him

"yes don't worry. I bought this house" he shrugged his shoulders, leaving y/n to wonder why he did that

He pulled her to the kitchen of the house. All dusty and old, but it still had all the cupboards and had its counter and everything

"I thought I'd buy a house for my parents. and not just any house. they like to choose everything. They chose the color of their kitchen and the living room and everything. All we gotta do now is actually start getting rid of the old things. and me and you will do that" He grabbed a big hammer (I have no idea what its called) and a pair of protective glasses

y/n was still confused but took what João gave her and put the glasses on.

João put his pair on too and got his hammer. In a matter of seconds, he had his hammer in one of the cupboards, making y/n jump back.

"come on. its your turn" he nodded towards the cupboard

y/n lifted her hammer, and smashed it against the cupboard too.

She felt her anger starting to fade away just a little bit

"how did that feel?" he smiled, watching her smile too

"that was good" she nodded

"come on. another time. and think of what angers you the most. imagine your ex on this cupboard and let all your frustration out" anger started to bubble up inside her at the mention of her ex

She smashed the hammer against the cupboard with all her power. But she didn't stop until the cupboard was on the ground and in millions of pieces.

After a few more smashes, many laughs and jokes, and some ice cream afterwards, João was parked in front of y/n's house to drop her of.

"stay with me tonight" she mumbled, making João look up at her with surprise.

It wasn't the first time he would be staying over, but this time was different. they both felt that this night would be different, but they didn't say anything about it.

"with pleasure sweetheart"

[ddemurezy]

The Witch of Westeros

CHAPTER ONE - what heavy storm brings

disclaimer:

I do not own House of the Dragon nor the Scarlet Witch and her powers. Credits to Marvel and Stan Lee.

gif not mine, I got it from pinterest

this fanfic does not follow the plot of the series nor its books. storyline belongs to me.

note:

I am so so sorry for not updating for weeks, I've been busy with school and friends and christmas. And I also lost my motivation with writing but I'm back now!!

anyway, sorry for the long wait!!

warning:

mention of blood, open wounds, and I think that's all, but if I missed anything, please tell me. !! NOT EDITED !!

-×-

Thunder was heard from the gloomy sky, and a howl of wind passed through the crowd of people from the busy streets of the market. Yells and cries of vendors who desperately call for customers to buy from their shops mixed with the sound of talks of the people passing by, but the only thing you can focus on that leaves their mouths is the topic of the prince's name day.

Prince Joffrey's 12th name day was the only thing people talked about the whole week. And it was tomorrow. However, the king hosted a get-together party tonight and invited a few noble houses to celebrate. Despite not having an invite, the people of King's Landing are hosting dinner feasts in their homes in honour of the prince's day.

Though, you can't say the same. Unlike the others excited about the prince's name day, you were lost.

Five months, that's how long you've been in this...peculiar world. Although, you can't say that the last five months had been treating you with nothing but peace, something you needed after everything. The world you landed in was strange. Nevertheless, it amazes you how it all works. You don't know everything about it yet, but the experience was enough to tell you that it's nothing like the others you've ever been to.

Another rumble from the sky was heard, and it was enough to signal you that rain—perhaps a storm might arrive due to the gloomy weather.

The thought of a storm coming made you quicken your pace. You were making your way home from the market since you decided to shop for food like the others. Though your house wasn't much like a real house, it's more of a cabin. But it was big enough for a family of three.

Your house came into your view a few feet away. It was located nearby the shore and a few miles from the city. The waves from the sea were getting harsher and more vigorous. You internally thank your past self for putting an invisible barrier, a hex, around the house for safety.

Just as you were about to enter, something floating from the sea caught your attention. You don't know what it was, but a small voice in your mind told you to check it out.

Dropping the bags you held to the ground gently enough, not letting anything fall to waste. You position your hand to your side, ready to summon your magic in case it is dangerous you're walking towards.

As you approach the sea, you notice that what is floating isn't a creature or an object. It was a body. A human body.

But you didn't know if they were alive or not.

The thought of a possible dead body floating in the sea made your hesitation go away and run toward the sea, not caring if your skirt got wet. You'll dry it later with magic.

When you got closer to the body, it gave you a good look at them. He was a boy, merely a man. His sleeve was ripped open, and a deep gash on his arm. Blood dripped down from the wound, and it was clear it was still fresh. You pressed your fingers on his pulse, sighing in relief when you realized he was alive.

Not wasting any more time, you waved your hand, lifting the young boy with your magic and snapping your fingers with your free hand, teleporting you and the boy inside your home.

You placed him on the sofa, carefully lifting his wounded arm. You crouched down beside him and started using your magic to heal him.

Once he was fully healed, you took some heavy metal off the armour so he could be more comfortable and used your magic to dry him off. Looking at his wound again, your magic helped it heal, but there was still a dark scar.

You summoned a clean towel to clean off the excess blood on his arm. He stirred a little from your touch, and you thank the gods that he was alright. You softly smiled, bringing your free hand to brush his hair, soothing him back to sleep.

He reminded you of your twins with his dark brunette hair, but he mostly reminded you of your Billy. He was usually the gentle one, keeping his brother out of trouble or, at least, he tried to. You wondered if this young boy is like him too or if he has a brother or sister.

"Oh, Gods." You mumbled, eyes widening in realization. Your hand slowed as your mind became clouded with thoughts. His family, his parents. They must be so worried about him.

Sighing, you continued cleaning his arm and stood up, patting your dress that was still wet. You figured you would ask him when he wakes up. Hopefully, he trusts you enough to tell your where he came from so you can bring him back to safety.

-×-

The storm wasn't stopping anytime soon, so you thought you could make a nice warm soup for you and the boy when he woke up. It was a cold, chilly night, and you changed into a more comfortable dress to keep you warm. You noticed the young boy was shivering from the cold, so you brought a nice fur blanket and wrapped it around him.

You sat on the stool, looking out the window as you got lost in your thoughts, thinking about, well...everything.

This world was different, but it somehow felt familiar to you. You weren't a nostalgic person, per se. But you do value things, especially memories.

You sighed blissfully, the sound of heavy rain dropping from the skies with thunder following. It was the same weather when you first arrived, and it caused you a sense of deja vu. You still remember what happened months ago.

But before you could get lost in your thoughts again, you heard a groan behind you. He's awake.

You turned to see him sitting up, looking around, confused. You felt bad for the young boy. "You're awake," You spoke in a soft tone.

He turned in surprise before standing up quickly. "W-who are you? Where am I?" He urgently asked in a shaky tone.

You sent him a soft smile, hoping to ease him. "You're in my house, dear. I found you in the sea with a deep wound in your arm and brought you here before you lost more blood and healed you." You explained to him.

He seemed speechless for a second as if he couldn't believe he was still alive. Was the accident he was in so bad that he is contemplating his survival?

"Thank you," The young boy said, looking down shyly before looking you in the eye. "Thank you for healing me, my lady."

You smiled at him, "Of course, it's no problem." Just then, you remember the food you made. "Oh, I made some food if you want some. It's still warm, perfect for the weather."

He seemed hesitant, but his stomach let out a grumble. His gaze dropped to his stomach, frowning as if he felt betrayed. You chuckled, gesturing for him to sit on the stool on the other side. You then stood up and got him a bowl of food, placing it on his side of the table.

"Come, don't be shy." You sent him a gentle smile. He eventually gave in and sat on the stool. You observed as he took his first bite, and seeing his eyes light up made you smile wider.

"Are you feeling better?" You asked, trying to make small talk but also concerned about his health.

He looked up and nodded, "Yes, my lady. I feel a lot better."

"Oh, please, call me Y/n." You insisted.

"If you insist, my lad- I mean, Y/n. My name's Lucerys," Lucerys said, nodding his head respectfully.

For some reason, the name felt familiar to you. Sure, you heard it from somewhere before. Lucerys...Lucerys Velaryon, oh gods, he's a prince. The son of Rhaenyra Targaryen and Leanor Velaryon, but he and his brothers were rumoured to be bastards. You knew better than to assume things, although the people in the city were sure of it. Anyway, it's not like your opinion mattered.

"You're a prince." You pointed out, trying to be calm so he wouldn't freak out.

Lucerys looked around before sighing. "Yes, I am a prince. And I assure you, lady Y/n, that I mean no harm to you and your family."

"I am not worried about that, dear." You assured him, standing up from your chair. "Tea?" you offered, placing two cups on the table. He nodded, muttering a small 'please' and 'thank you' before taking a bite of his food.

Another thunder was heard from outside, startling Lucerys a little. You looked out the window and saw the rain getting heavier.

"Lucerys, honey," You started, and the young boy looked at you, "I don't think the storm is going to end soon. Should you stay here for the night until the storm stop, we will figure out how to bring you back to the princess safely," you suggested.

"Oh, no, no. I couldn't intrude, my lady." He declined, shaking his head and taking a sip of his tea.

"Don't worry, dear. You're not intruding." You said, putting away your plate and cup. "I have two rooms and extra clothes for you to be comfortable." Lucerys was undecided, but when he looked at the hardy storm outside, he eventually agreed.

You guided him to one of the empty rooms you had and gave him spare clothes to change into.

"Lady Y/n," Lucerys called before you could close the door.

"Yes, Luke?" He insisted that you call him that instead of his full name just a while ago when you showed him the room.

"Thank you for this, all of this." He said, smiling at you shyly, but there was a grateful look on his face to show that he was completely genuine.

You smiled back at him, but the more you looked at him, he kept reminding you of your Billy. "You're welcome," you replied, nodding your head before closing the door.

You hoped that you could bring him home safely tomorrow to his family.

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The haunted house

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Moving to a house in the suburbs with your wife and children. What could possibly go wrong? [Requested]

Word count: 1.253 || Pronouns: she/her 

Warnings: none

A/N: Another family story because milf Wanda our Scarlet Witch deserves to have one. Enjoy!

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It took you and Wanda some time to save the money to buy your dream house. But you managed, year after year, until the year your boys turned five and you got a promotion at your job - because saving the world was not making your bank account any larger. 

The house you found was perfect. Two stories with a long staircase and windows that covered the outside walls, the natural lighting making the construction even more beautiful. The backyard was huge and Wanda was more than excited to extend her garden beyond the small pots hanging in the laundry area of your old apartment.

Billy and Tommy were equally excited, planning all the activities they were going to do in each room and fighting to see who would get the best bedroom - you and Wanda had to intervene in that one. And as for you, you couldn't be happier with the house purchase. But that's only until two months after it.

It started with soft noises on the walls. Noises that seemed to come from nowhere and that ceased the moment you tried to investigate. Although you were a bit worried, you convinced yourself that maybe it had something to do with the pipes and the growing cold temperature that fall started to bring, so you moved on. 

But then stuff began to move around the house - furniture, decorative items, and even groceries around the kitchen. And you weren’t so chill about it all anymore. 

“Maybe you’re just tired, honey.” Was what Wanda said after you told her one night, her hand running circles around your back after the two of you were seated on the bed. You were sure of what you saw. But you were also sure that, with the working on the house and spending more time in the office due to your promotion, you were indeed tired. 

So you just smiled before kissing her goodnight and things got better after that. But not for long. 

“What was that?” The redhead asked one afternoon - when you were reading a book while she was sitting on the couch, watching one of those old sitcoms she likes -, her eyes growing wide when she heard a few notes coming from the piano, untouched by the corner. 

“It wasn’t me.” You state the obvious, since you were some good feet away and hadn’t moved a muscle after you turned the page ten seconds ago. Your wife was about to brush it off and go back to her show when the loose melody of the random keys began once more.

Her magic lifted the piano lid before you could raise your eyes from the book again - maybe to check if there was a rat responsible for the noise or something, you thought. But there was nothing, and the both of you gasp loudly as the notes start again, with no musician responsible for it. 

“What…” Your voice comes out shaky, and before the question can come out fully, the redhead flickers her wrist, chaos magic around her fingers. Your frown of confusion turns to one of disbelief as you see the scarlet energy bringing into the living room a pair that is having a hard time controlling their laughter, even though they look scared of being caught.  

“Boys, this isn’t funny, your mother was terrified.” Wanda tells them seriously, standing up from the couch and crossing her arms in front of her body in that way that makes the boys - and yourself - afraid. “No, I was not.” You grumble, but the redhead just glares at you, so you decide to stay quiet. 

“Apologize. Now.” The woman demands her kids once her eyes land back on them. Billy and Tommy have mixed expressions of apology and embarrassment as they turn on their heels to face you, their eyes finding difficulty in meeting yours. 

“I’m sorry, mom.”

“It was just a silly prank, we didn’t mean to scare you.”

The almost sorrowful tone they use makes your chest hurt. During the few weeks that the pranks lasted, you expressed your concerns to your family, warning them to be careful around the house and to let you know if they saw anything strange. The kids always laughed, but you assumed that they just weren't taking you seriously, not that the two little rascals were actually the cause of the strange things. 

“It’s okay, doves, come here now.” You invite them for a hug, smiling when they take no time on doing so, expressing their apologies again as they wrap their arms around your neck. Wanda, with her arms still crossed, smiles lovingly as she shakes her head, making you giggle softly. 

“How were you doing that anyways?” You ask with curiosity, and the boys pull away from you to look you in the eye. “I finally got my powers. Not like Tommy. I’m more like mom.” Billy is the one who answers, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he makes a cobalt-blue energy dance around his fingers. 

“That’s so awesome, little dude!” You say as you mess with his hair, making him giggle with rosy cheeks. “But how about you use them for things other than giving your parents a heart attack?” You suggest with a raised eyebrow, and the smaller twin grumbles an agreement as he lowers his hand, the energy ceasing. 

Before any of you can say anything else, every piece of furniture in the room starts shaking at once. Everyone's eyes widen as you look around. The kids cling to you for protection - Wanda moving close to protect them as well - and your eyes scan the room for some sign of explanation. Maybe it was an earthquake, you think, but the idea leaves your mind as soon as you notice that only the furniture is moving, not the whole house. 

“What was that?” Tommy asks in a tiny voice, his eyes so wide they look like they’re going to pop out at any moment. “Billy, I told you to stop it.” Wanda says in a reproachful tone, but the boy just shakes his head eagerly. “It wasn’t me!”

“Tommy?” You are the one who asks this time, but your other son just shakes his head as well. “I didn’t do anything!”

And then, as fast as it had started, the moving of the objects ended, leaving the four of you in complete silence. The boys loosen their grip around your neck, breathing out a sigh of relief, and you take the opportunity to stand up. But before you can tell them everything is okay, a loud banging on the walls echoes through the room, making the two boys scream in fear. 

“Run!” Wanda doesn’t need to tell them twice, Tommy holding his brother by the hand and disappearing at full speed to hide in their room. You don’t have much time to wonder what caused the commotion after that, because your wife’s little smirk gives her away.

“It was you, wasn’t it?” You ask in a mixed tone of amusement and disbelief, prompting her to let out a giggle. “I had to teach them a lesson.” It’s the answer the redhead gives you, shrugging her shoulders good-naturedly, and it's your turn to laugh. “You’re mean.”

“It’s called parenting.” She hits back with a playful tone, biting back a smile, and you shake your head in amused disapproval. The two of you share a laugh then and, with a mischievous exchange of glances, you decide to postpone telling your children the truth for the time being.

[yandere-kokeshi]

Yandere Dabi with a pregnant darling

Warnings: pregnant reader, yandere behavior, slight talk about sex, talks about TikTok, talks about endeavor/about trauma, soft! Dabi (sorta ooc) and cursing.

A/N: this was requested and I deleted it. Yet again. On accident. Sorry :((

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His first initial reaction is surprised and quiet. He's in a state of shock and slight uncertainty; you're pregnant and he's fault for it. He doesn't know what to do.

While he does remember having round after round with you, filling you up. He just didn't expect you to get pregnant.

"Whatta' mean you're pregnant? Are you sure? Two lines? Are you shitting with me? Are you positive-postitive? Fuck."

The next few days are really hard on him. How can he, a monster, raise a child? What if they inherit his quirk and get hurt? Or worse, what if he hurts them? A lot of questions and anxiety spirals into his stomach and chest.

He won't leave you. He makes sure of that. He won't be like his dad or simply leave you/or disconnect with you due to your pregnancy. However, Dabi will be distant for a bit; trying his best to wrap the fact that you're pregnant with his kid and how he's gonna continue with this.

But, when he concludes that he needs to be responsible and support both of you, he comes up to you and hugs you tightly. Whispering In your ear, comforting you with his raspy voice: "It's alright. I'll help us out. I promise you, baby. We'll get through this together, yeah?"

For the new weeks to come, he comes up with a few plans. One is that this kid can't live in a trash place; one that's not very clean, wasn't kid-friendly, and is a potential threat to them. So, he decided to do the house a makeover, making sure to buy (steal) items, clothing, and furniture.

He makes sure that the child can go to school, have fun, and run outside while making issues that are irritating to fix.

Secondly, he makes sure that his plans of being a villainess are put to the side or at least aren't as huge. While he does work on the side (somehow working as a butcher or cashier), he makes money to support you two; Dabi makes sure to spend as much time with you.

From that day, he's rarely seen leaving your side. He's always beside you, always at your call and ready to make you whatever you want.

Dabi becomes more observant, more than he already has. He reads your body language, steps on eggshells around you to make sure you feel comfortable and knows what's up before you can tell him.

This includes your hormones and cravings. While he will cook and deliver the food you crave. He doesn't understand why you're crying about the damn bed being too uncomfortable to angrily yell at him for moving your toothbrush an inch.

But, as your bump grows, so does his protectiveness and fear of being a father. The two of you will both have continuous emotional conversations, showing vulnerable sides of each other and slowly healing with these talks that Dabi much appreciates.

He loves to touch your stomach and lay on your mid-thighs, even if it's not grown yet; he loves to kiss and rub his fingers all along your tummy, kissing it and closing his eyes as he hears you heartbeat.

But, when he feels the baby kick, he feels his breath ripped out of him while he stares at your tummy in disbelief; the kid just kicked him, didn't they?

In his free time, he will read articles online that show small things to help you with your growth. But sometimes he will go onto Tiktok and watch videos that make his stomach roll in butterflies. But when he saw the video of people lifting their partner's belly, he immediately tried it; to say the least, the minute he heard you groan, then yell in anger made him smirk for a bit.

Occasionally, he will use his quirk to massage your sore muscles, making sure to rub into the deep knotted parts and use your favorite lotion; putting it on your swollen ankles while kissing them to show how amazing you look.

If you ever feel insecure, he's immediately pulling you in front of the mirror and showing you every mark as to why they are important and how they're gorgeous; "These stretch marks are signs of your growth, your power, and living of the baby. You should be proud of these, dollface. I love them regardless."

Every doctor visit, he comes with. Even if you dare to insist it's fine. Dabi makes sure to hold your hand, squeezing it when he sees the ultrasound of your baby.

Speaking of ultrasounds, he doesn't care about the gender. He would love them regardless of the sex! (Although, I do see him as a daddy's girl :])

Cuddling with Dabi is very warm and comforting. He makes sure you lay on him, holding your favorite pillow and hod hand near you; warming you up with his quirk.

At some point, it's expected to go baby-clothing shopping. Once you do, it takes three hours for you two to complete because he couldn't pick between a Stitch and Snorlax onesie (you ended up buying both!)

On the last semester, Dabi is complicated. While you do tell him he will be a good father, he can't help but overthink the facts. Cuddling and kissing scenes tend to happen after this, and while you may see him extremely vulnerable, he hates showing this side of him due to his childhood.

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hi !! i’ve been going through ur acc and i love ur writing you are so so talented. i saw that requests were open for jeremiah fisher and he is literally the loml so i was wondering if you could write a hc about what it’s like to date jere?? and just have it be like super fluffy. it can be fem!reader or gn!reader i don’t mind.

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— he’d be the sweetest guy ever!!

— jeremiah had probably seen you around before he actually met you.

— he would meet you through belly, maybe she invited you to the house for a swim and he comes out and sees you.

— immediately is enamored by you, and tries to flirt with you but fails miserably.

— as soon as you leave, belly is teasing him about his failed attempts.

— “really jere? thought you were smoother than that.” she’d nudge him with her elbow.

— would confide in belly about wanting to know you better and how he likes you.

— when he asked you out, instead of being confident and flirty, he’s stumbling over his words and a blush covers his face.

— “would you- um do you wanna maybe go out with me sometime?”

— he would play it cool when you say yes but when he walks away and thinks that you aren’t looking, he pumps his fist into the air in celebration.

— jere would definitely take you to the beach for your first date, maybe it’s for a bonfire or when the beach is much less crowded he’d set up a picnic for the two of you.

— is so supportive of everything you do. you wanna learn how to surf? he’ll teach you. you finished a new book? tell him all about it, he’ll buy the next book in the series. got some new clothes? go try them on and show him!

— “i don’t care what you wear, i can fight.” !!!!

— he would make you feel so comfortable if you’re wearing something more revealing or out of your comfort zone.

— obsessed with calling you ‘my love’ and ‘sweetheart’.

— watches the sunset or the sunrise with you and gives you his jacket to keep you warm.

— loves seeing you and conrad get closer and be friends.

— he’s scared to introduce you to his mom (and laurel) but when you’re laughing with the two women within minutes of meeting he feels as though a weight was lifted from his shoulders.

— “y’know i think they like you better than me.” he pouts.

— will always want to be the designated driver if you’re coming to a party with him and the guys.

— “i want my baby to have a good time tonight.” he’d say when you try and protest, telling him steven already agreed to drive for the night.

— keeps an arm around you at bonfires, so that other guys know you’re together.

— always wants you to be his partner at beer pong, very rarely will he ask someone else.

— serenades you with your favorite song (like he did to belly with ‘summer nights’ from grease on her birthday).

— he’d probably drag conrad or steven into doing it with him too.

— he would get you matching bracelets for your birthday, with charms of each others initials on them.

— definitely keeps a picture of the two of you in his wallet.

— adores seeing you in any clothes of his.

— if you’re going to the debutant ball you best bet he’ll be there.

— “thought you swore off these kinda things?” conrad jokes when he sees him all dressed up for it.

— gets a special present for your special night, it would be something you’d been eyeing for a while but hadn’t purchased for yourself.

— loves when you come over to his for movie nights, because he not only gets to see you in one of his hoodies but for who knows how many hours you’d be pressed into his side cuddling in his bed or on the couch downstairs.

— overall the best guy you have ever met and loves you with his whole heart !!

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[intoxicated-chan]

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Word Count // Light swearing, light bickering, little manipulation, stalking, unconsented photo taking, masturbation (Male)…

It was quite weird seeing Vash outside of the shop, maybe it’s because I never saw him anywhere until now…

Vash laid on his stomach, his legs swung back and forth, giggling like a schoolgirl and blushed like one. His face burned red as his thoughts ran all over the place. He sat up as he thought about you.

He giggles even louder that he uses his pillow to muffle most of it he jumps to his feet, pillow in hand as he dances to his music playing…

But I crumble completely when you cry… It seems like once again you’ve had to greet me with goodbye…

He sets the pillow on his dresser, slipping off his jacket as he sings to the words of the song, setting that down as well. He dances his back to the pillow, taking it into his arms.

Vash kicks his room door open as he dances around his house, twisting and turning, using the pillow like a dance partner, and that partner being you. He finds himself in the kitchen, pulling out plates and pans, snatching condiments from the fridge and then forgetting about them completely.

He sings to the music still playing, and pillow still in his arms. He nearly trips on his feet until…

“Vash?!” He yelps, dropping to the floor. Vash peeks his head out and sees Meryl standing there, “What are you doing?” She closes his door and comes to the kitchen, seeing what he’s done, “Care to explain, mister?”

“Well…”

“ARE YOU SERIOUS?!” Meryl shouts at the top of her lungs, eyes wide, mouth wide open as she processes what Vash just said, “...You think you’re in love?”

Vash shyly nods, his flesh hand finding his hair, twirling it around his finger, “She’s the most beautiful woman I ever laid eyes on.” He chuckles, then uses both hands to cover his face in embarrassment, “She cares for her friends, she’s kind, but most importantly…”

Meryl leans in closer, “She’s what? What’s important? What?”

“I…” Vash sadly slumps over the table, “I can’t even think of what to say without stuttering like a fool… I only see her in the shop from time-to-time.”

Meryl sighs, “You’re more hopeless than I thought.” She pats his fluffy hair, “You can try to talk to her when she does show up to buy something. Or by chance, you could talk to her when you see her in public.”

“What do I say?”

“Introduce yourself, ask how she’s been, and then, go with the flow. There’s nothing better than a guy showing confidence.” Meryl offers.

“You really think this would work?”

“Of course, even if it doesn’t, there’s more fish in the sea.”

“But what if I want that fish?”

“Then be ready to pass up many relationship chances.”

3:42 PM - PARK

Vash stares at you from a distance, watching you chew on what seems to be a cake pop on a bench. His mind quickly takes the wrong turn, but he shakes it off, he didn’t want to be seen as a weirdo already!

So, with his head held up high and fixing his hair for the hundredth time, he walks proudly over to you. He could feel his face grow red by the second until he found himself standing in front of you.

He waves when you lift your head, “Hey.” He meekly mumbles, cursing at himself, “Long time no see.”

You squint your eyes until it hits you, “Oh, you’re that guy.”

Vash slightly saddens to be seen as that guy but he shakes it ogg, remembering what Meryl said, “It’s Vash, so… How have you been?”

“Oh sorry… I’ve been alright, what about you?”

“Great!”

Then, it becomes awkward. What else should he say? Should he do something? Should he talk about guns? How the hell does this work?!

“Care to sit?” You pat the open space next to you.

Vash doesn’t say anything but nods. He quietly sits next to you, watching the pigeons eat the already thrown seeds. People, friends, or couples walk by, some with children or younger siblings.

“It’s quite nice.” You start, “It’s a shame the weather isn’t always like this. The warmth with a cool breeze, there’s nothing better than this.”

“You must not like the cold.”

You shake your head, “I love the cold, but sometimes I miss the warm cool days. What about you?”

Vash takes a minute to think, he shrugs, “I don’t know, all weather is important for the environment. Plus, even if we could change or control it, what good does it do for the people relying on a different weather system?”

You grow curious, “Open minded, I see.”

“I-Is there something wrong with that?”

“No, no. I think it’s good, having more than one opinion, maybe even seeing a different side than others.”

Vash feels his face grow warm, “You think so?”

“Yeah, just because you’re open minded doesn’t mean you can’t think for yourself. But you like putting people before yourself.”

“How do you know?”

You shrug this time, “I can just tell.”

Before Vash can say anything else, something else catches his eye. Another smile on his face as he calls out, “Hey, Wolfwood!” Waving him over. Vash jumps to his feet, throwing an arm over Wolfwood’s shoulder, “Well, (Y/n)-Chan, meet a good friend of mine.”

Wolfwood sticks his hand out for you to shake, “Nicholas D. Wolfwood, it’s wonderful to meet you, (Y/n)-Chan.” You shake his hand, “I’m sure this idiot hasn’t been bothering you for long. I apologize for his disturbance.”

‘Why did you have to say that?! Why do you ruin everything, Wolfwood?’

“It’s alright.” You tell him, “Vash is a wonderful person, I’m sure he can’t bother me, even if he tries.” It makes Vash blush.

“Well, if he starts bothering you, I’ll be sure to keep him in his place.”

“Hey!”

You remain seated as the two bicker among themselves. It becomes to the point where you have to drag the two out of the park, scolding them.

Then your phone rings, “Oh, I have to take this. I’ll be back!”

Wolfwood looks at Vash, “Tongari, you keepin’ secrets now?” He keeps his eyes on you, watching as you talk on the phone.

“Secrets?” Vash scoffs, “What are you talking about?”

Wolfwood chuckles, putting a cigarette in his mouth, “Hey, calm down. No need to get angry, I’m just askin’ a question. What’s the harm in that?”

“I’m not-! Whatever.”

2:34 AM - (Y/N)’S HOUSE

*CLICK* *CLICK*

Vash clicks his tongue when he sees the photos, “I was too slow. I couldn’t get to her face in time.” He lifts the camera up again, watching you slip off the towel, and then…

*CLICK*

He smiles proudly, finally having a photo of your nude body. He was even happier that he got to see you himself. That’s when he feels his pants tighten and his body grow hot. He swallows nervously as he watches you change clothing.

“I’ll have to hurry…” Vash mumbles, setting his camera down and unbuckling his pants, “I don’t want (Y/n)-Chan to catch me like this.”

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[caffiend-queen]

The Auction

Chapter Two: Getting to Know You, Getting to Know All About You...

In which our three grooms enjoy their version of the wedding night.

18+ as always, excessive profanity and crude sexual references, references to unwilling drug use.

Chapter One here

Just keep looking over their heads. This isn’t about you. This is about Ben. 

 Never in her life had Rowan’s posture been so perfect, finishing-school level, standing with her shoulders back and head high to keep the flimsy straps of the jade green camisole from slipping off. It was bad enough that the delicate drape of the silk was barely covering her breasts, but it got worse when she remembered they’d forced her to put on a matching pair of undies that pretty much showcased her bare ass.

“And now, Number Fourteen, let your hair down?”

While her fingers were numbly removing the pins from her artfully messy chignon, she was trying to remember something. The Old Americas had something… where the girls walked around in bathing suits and did strange things like spinning a piece of metal or singing bad songs. Or singing badly. Something like that. The winner got a crown. Were these rich, old weirdos trying to recreate that? Did she get a crown in the end?

No, her spiteful inner voice reminded her, you get a ring that shackles you to one of these assholes.

“Do a little twirl, dear.”

Shifting to the balls of her feet, Rowan did, feeling lower at that moment than she had during all the humiliating and dehumanizing examinations, poking and prodding, squeezed into expensive underwear and flimsy dresses- just to take it all back off and spin like some White Trash Cinderella. She knew what these heartless, rich fucks were thinking, they were laughing at her and-

Ben’s face. “This is going to be a perfect day, Rowan! You know I know this stuff.” His smile. 

Head up, she finished the spin and let her hair settle around her shoulders. They’re scared, and they need me, she thought, they need me, so make them pay for it. She smiled, a full, demure smile with all kinds of promises within it as the auctioneer began the bidding.

One paddle went up. “Five million credits! Very good, thank you, sir, do I hear-

Six million credits, excellent! Do I hear six and a half for Number-

Ten million credits, quite impressive indeed! Do I hear-”

And Rowan smiled and smiled, eyes sparkling with a slight, shy tilt to one shoulder. Oh, I am going to cost you, fuckers. You’re going to pay so much more than just this.

There was a moment of silence, and it was enough to drag her back to the present.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we have a new record bid here at the House of Toussaint. Sixty million New American credits for Number Fourteen!”

Despite herself, Rowan’s eyes were comically huge. Sixty million credits? Oh, my god, she thought feverishly, he must be horrible. A troll so disgusting that even his money couldn’t get a suitable candidate without buying me. Oh, god…

“Number Fourteen, you are dismissed. Will our successful bidders come to the reception room, please? We will handle the transaction and you may meet your new spouse.”

 Her adrenaline buzz wore off by the time Rowan made it backstage, clutching the heavy beaded gown to her front. She would be the last to enter the reception room after being briskly divested of the gown and put into a cream-colored dress with sheer sleeves and a swirly skirt. In any other situation, she would have loved it. 

Zipping up the back, Amber looked behind her in the mirror, eyeing her critically. “This fits perfectly,” she handed her a lighter pink lipstick. “This will make your lips pop,” she advised, and Rowan burst out laughing. 

“My popping lips,” she leaned against the mirror, still laughing but hearing that edge of hysteria. “Yes, that’s definitely the most important thing in this moment. My popping lips.”

Amber was staring at her, a hairbrush lifted to smooth out her hair. “You’re not going to be one of those girls who has a meltdown after the auction and we have to drug you, right? That’s worse because you can’t remember anything for the next like, twenty-four, forty-eight hours or so, but you look and act calm and everything.”

Rowan’s jaw dropped. “You’re kidding. They drug the girls and they seem… okay?” 

The other woman looked her over, lips pursed. They were alone in the dressing room, aside from the bored security guard. “You’ll walk and talk like a perfect little lady. Until you come out of it. Then you have no idea what happened to you.” She moved behind Rowan, running the brush through her hair, checking the curls. “Some of the girls like that. They don’t want to know. But they have to wake up sometime.”

“How…” Rowan wet her lips, “how can you live with this? Some of these girls got snatched off the street, just walking home from work or something. And they’re making them a…?”

The stylist’s eyes narrowed over her shoulder. “You think you’re better than me? More moral or something?”

“I wouldn’t drug girls into forgetting the last two days of their lives!”

Amber snorted, brushing her hair quite a bit harder than necessary. “You’re about to go sleep on a pile of money. I’m going home to my one-bedroom apartment, three kids and my mom. Forgive me if I don’t cry for you.”

Rubbing her forehead, Rowan tried to backtrack. “I’m sorry, I’m not better than you. But you get a choice.”

Turning her and pushing her toward the door, Amber called for the security guard. “This one’s ready to go.” Looking back at her, the stylist shook her head. “Choices. Then choose to get everything you can out of the next five years. You’re going to need it.”

 The reception room was luxurious and almost offensively over the top in catering to everything a Rich Asshole would require for their comfort. Deep, comfortable chairs in butter-soft leather. An extensive bar with a shimmering mahogany surface and several attentive “mixologists.” The aged Persian rugs covered the dark wood floor and expensive lamps cast an amber glow. 

Entering the room, Rowan anxiously scanned for Glenna and Mina.

Glenna was standing pale and silent next to the epitome of Rich Asshole, Rowan noted. Excessively handsome and wearing an expensive suit that was clearly custom-made for him and treated like rags. He ashed his cigar casually on the floor, some of the soot drifting on to his beautifully tailored pants. A signet ring glinted on his pinky finger - god, that’s so cliche - Rowan snarled silently. He was laughing loudly at something another bidder was saying, the other man’s greedy eyes focused on poor Glenna.

Mina… Mina honey, where are you? Rowan thought, praying she’d been sold to someone nice. Someone capable of kindness. Her heart sank to see her friend held in the competent grasp of a beautiful, older man. Long, black hair shot with silver threads, swept back over a truly spectacular Tom Ford tux, something she recognized only because she’d seen an ad for it in one of the magazines in the dressing room. His cold, composed face was pale and perfectly boned, and his long fingers were gripping Mina’s elbow as he bent to whisper in her ear. She smiled weakly and nodded.

“Rowan? Over here, dear.”

Oh, good, she thought bitterly, Mr. Toussaint’s back to being all sweet again. Two-faced son of a bitch. Pasting on a pleasant expression, she slowly approached him. Even in the golden glow of the lighting, the sharp, ocean blue gaze of the man with him pierced through her. He was tall, this one. Well over six feet and wide, massively wide shoulders and thick, muscled thighs. His brown hair was carelessly cropped short but neatly styled. But those eyes! 

“Number Fourteen, this is your new husband. James Buchanan Barnes, may I introduce you to Rowan Wallace?”

Barnes stepped away from the gloating Frenchman and strode toward her, and she instinctively backed up a step before catching herself. His navy blue jacket and crisp white shirt were elegant, simple. No fuss. When his hands came up to cup her cheeks, Rowan sucked in a huge lungful of air. They were gigantic. His massive hands covering most of her face and fingers sliding into her hair. His thumbs stroked her cheekbones and she was startled to feel that they were calloused. Rich Assholes should have soft hands.

“Hello Rowan,” his voice was deceptively mild for such a terrifying-looking man. “I am so happy to make your acquaintance.”

“I- um, I am pleased to make mine,” she stumbled, “I mean, yours! I’m pleased to make yours. Acquaintance. Your acquaintance.” Her eyes closed briefly. She just could not keep from sabotaging herself.

His laugh made her eyes open again, a hearty laugh, but not unkind. His white, even teeth flashed and Rowan wondered if they’d been lasered that brilliant shade. And so even…

“Mr. Barnes paid sixty million credits for you, Number Fourteen.” Mr. Toussaint’s voice intruded like a bucket of cold water. “It is quite the compliment. You should thank him.” 

Interestingly, she didn’t think Barnes looked that pleased with the pimp, uh, procurers' boast, but… “Thank you, Mr. Barnes.” Rowan knew her tone was robotic but it was the best she could manage in the middle of her humiliation and new anxiety. Why did this lunatic shell out that kind of money for her? He could have bought six perfect specimens to have his babies with that kind of currency.

“It’s not necessary.” He cut off her attempt at gratitude.

Mr. Toussaint recovered quickly. “Of course, Mr. Barnes. Well then…” He clapped his hands together, looking genial as he addressed the room. “I know that you will all most likely wish to have some sort of celebration that fits your lifestyle and personal tastes, but it is required, of course, that you are legally married this night. Let’s begin with Number One and Mr. Ransom Drysdale?” 

Of course, Rowan thought.  All the girls - oh, and there were the two men who were sold in the auction as well - they were all in some shade of white and there were even tiny, tight bouquets of blush roses thrust into their hands as they approached the next room, a small, tasteful arch covered in ivy and flowers, candlelight and - was that the mayor? - waiting at the end, hands folded.

Glenna slowly took the arm offered by her new owner and smiled up at him weakly. Drysdale wasn’t even looking at her, clearly intent on Getting Business Done. Pulling her into the room, he spun her to face him. “Get a move on. I have plans for my girl.”

Mayor Nakaya forced a smile. “Of course. “We’re here today to witness the union of…”

When she walked out, confetti and flower petals being thrown by indifferent employees, Rowan grabbed her in a hug. “Here’s my email,” she whispered, “no one else has it, so you can contact me, all right? Please let me know you’re okay,” 

Taking the slip of paper and hiding it in her bouquet, the redhead nodded. “Thanks,” she murmured. “Your guy seems nice.”

Looking at Ransom as the crass son of a bitch was laughing at a dirty joke, Rowan tried to smile, “I’ll bet you can handle this guy, huh?”

Glenna’s smile didn’t look all that confident, but she nodded and hugged her again, reluctantly being pulled away by an eager Drysdale.

Barnes was patient, waiting by her side and occasionally shaking hands with someone, offering a polite word of congratulations. He didn’t seem upset that she was whispering to some of the girls. When Mina was drawn into the room by the scary, tall man with the beautiful face, Rowan quietly asked, “Do you know that guy?”

He looked down at her, “Loki Laufeyson? Yes. He’s been in power for decades.”

Brow furrowed, she looked up, forgetting to be intimidated. “Decades? He’s not that old, is he?”

Chuckling, he drew closer. God, he smells good… she thought, a little dazed. He smelled warm. He smelled like how warm would feel and after at least eight years of below zero temperatures every winter thanks to climate change, it smelled so good to her.

“Laufeyson is at least eighty-five years old.”

“What?” Rowan’s gasp was loud enough that several people turned to look at them. “What do you mean? He looks like he’s your age.”

Barnes chuckled, a low, rich sound that traveled down her spine in an uncomfortable, arousing way. “How old do you think I am?”

“Um…” she eyed him. Plastic surgery and new augmentations meant that no one who was wealthy was consigned to being unattractive, but oddly, unrealistically youthful? “I guess… thirty-ish?”

“Thirty-six,” he answered, watching one of the men who’d been auctioned off receive a lascivious kiss from the woman who now owned him. “But he’s the founder of Laufeyson Genetics. He’s participated in his own research and it’s definitely made him the company’s best advertising.”

“Oh…” watching the pale and perfect man repeat the vows holding Mina’s darker hands in his, she shook her head. “Is he… he looks scary. Is he capable of kindness, do you think?”

She knew his gaze was fixed on her, but she couldn’t stop watching Mina’s vows. Barnes’ hand slid slowly around her waist, smoothing against her lower back. The heat of his palm seeped through the thin silk of the dress, making her sway a little. “He’s brilliant. That’s all I know. But… look at his expression.”

Switching from staring anxiously at Mina to looking at her new husband, Rowan could see that Laufeyson’s attention was solely on her, his pale blue eyes gazing into hers. He didn’t look greedy, like some of the Rich Assholes. Not like Drysdale. He was calm, holding Mina’s hands in his. “Okay,” she whispered, “that looks good. Promising.”

That was the last comforting moment for a while. She watched as the Rich Assholes took her fellow brides to the dais, some pulling them along eagerly, some more or less ignoring the girls, impatient for the production to be done with. One or two of them were greedily groping their auctioned mates, right there in the room and she wanted to smash one of the huge, expensive flower arrangements over their heads. None of the House of Toussaint employees were interfering, even when one of the brides started crying. Rowan felt a flush of heat rush through her skin, turning her face red, and then pale. Her fists opened and closed, she wanted to fucking kill these bastards, these soulless pieces of-

“Marchant.” Barnes was speaking to the groper, his tone ice cold. He raised one eyebrow as the other Rich Asshole huffed and puffed, but he pulled his hand away from the girl’s ass. Rowan tried to smile at her, but her gaze stayed stubbornly down.

And then it was her turn.

Freezing at the doorway, Rowan stared at the mayor, already not so subtly checking his watch. They were the last couple to be married and the reception room behind them was quiet. Her chest heaved, trying to drag in some oxygen. Even after a life of being one of the have-nots, it never occurred to her that someone could actually just buy her. Own her. Barnes’ hand on the small of her back felt like a lead weight.

“It’s time.”

She actually jumped when he spoke in her ear. “Of course. Okay.” He gave her a gentle push and her stiff legs carried her the rest of the way there.

The mayor straightened, giving them a false smile and opening his book. “We’re here today to witness the union of James Buchanan Barnes and…” he checked the card with her information. “And Rowan Wallace in marriage. Today, you will begin a new life together. The promises you make should not be taken lightly. A marriage is more than a ceremony - it is a lasting and lifelong commitment.”

Rowan swallowed convulsively, she felt like she was choking. These heartless assholes, using the traditional words as a mockery. This would be so much more honest if they conducted the financial transaction in front of her and stamped the wedding certificate with a big red SOLD mark.

Oh, he was still talking.

“...Do you, James Buchanan Barnes, take Rowan Wallace to be your spouse and live together as partners, with adherence to the moral values and standards of the New Americas?”

“I do.” Deep and confident, his voice rang out and she looked at him for a moment. So handsome, so certain.

“And do you, Rowan Wallace, take James Buchanan Barnes to be your spouse and live together as partners, with adherence to the moral values and standards of the New Americas?”

“I…” she licked her lips, trying to shape the word. Two letters. Just get them out and get this sham over with. “...do.”

“Then by the virtue of the authority vested in me by the city of New Manhattan, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Barnes turned her to face him, easily, like a puppet, putting those giant hands back on her face and pulling her in for a long kiss. 

What the- oh, my god… Rowan sagged against the broad chest of her new husband. His full, sensual mouth pressed against hers lingeringly, sliding his tongue lightly along the seam of her embarrassingly slack lips. This apparently went on for a while because eventually, Mayor Nakaya loudly cleared his throat.

“Ah… Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Barnes. Good night.”

 Looking out at the lights of New Manhattan from the tinted windows of Barnes’ Range Rover was proof that rich people saw things differently, Rowan observed cynically. They were driving on the pretty streets, like Madison Avenue where all the luxury goods that were decried by the government as “ostentatious” and “unfit for the New American morality” were still brazenly displayed. No stinking grates in the sidewalks or the homeless who lined the corner of her old apartment building. No, there were beautifully lit cafes and little shops, brilliantly flowered baskets hanging from iron street lights.

The man she was suddenly married to was on the phone, deep into some coded sort of conversation because none of it made sense. He didn’t seem particularly happy about it, mentioning once, “I’m supposed to be heading out on our honeymoon, you prick!”

Barnes abruptly ended the conversation as they pulled up outside a stately brownstone, bristling with security cameras and steel sheathing on access points into the building. The wealthy all had reinforced homes now, designed to repel anything but a nuclear bomb. She’d cleaned these kinds of homes with a crew out of New Brooklyn until she slapped one owner’s creepy son for grabbing her ass. Rowan knew getting out of one of these luxurious bunkers was almost as hard as getting into one.

When the driver opened the door, Barnes held out his hand with a smile. “Shall we?” 

Rowan had never felt more like a poverty-stricken urchin when she stood in the foyer of his home. The entryway soared up two stories, with huge, leaded glass windows letting in the warm glow from the street lights. The gleaming mahogany floors flowed down the wide hall, the dove-grey walls lined with huge canvas paintings and sketches, most of the city skyline.

“Toussaint’s people already sent over your luggage.” Barnes was looking at his phone again, but he glanced up to smile at her. “Are you hungry?”

Am I hungry? Rowan couldn’t keep down anything that day, so hell, yeah she was hungry. Also, will it keep him from throwing me on the nearest horizontal surface and fucking me?

“Um… I am if it’s not too much trouble. We were pretty busy today.”

He shrugged off his blue jacket, making the muscles under that starched white shirt ripple. “I had the cook make something for us, come into the kitchen.”

If she hadn’t been so tired, she would have whimpered at the sight of the testament to Cooking Porn that was the heart of his home. A huge farmhouse sink. Vintage cabinetry that rose to the top of the high ceiling, gleaming granite countertops and a restaurant-grade Viking stove. Rowan didn’t know they even made those anymore. The tall paned windows looked out on the back garden, strung with fairy lights.

“So… the lights in the backyard? They seem a little whimsical for you.”

His eyes narrowed for a moment, amused at her sudden burst of sass. “I think you’re a little less careful when you’re tired or hungry, aren’t you, A mhuirnín?”

“What language is that?” Rowan avoided his question.

He was putting trays on the counter, there were cured meats and cheese, carefully arranged kiwis and mangos, luxurious purple grapes, and slices of bread and crackers. She stared, forgetting her question. She hadn’t seen a spread of food like this since her job as a server for a catering company. She’d certainly never eaten anything this decadent.

“It’s Irish Gaelic.” 

“Hmm?” She looked up, blinking before remembering what she’d asked. “What does it mean?”

Barnes chuckled, showing off those even white teeth again. “Look it up. Would you like some wine?” He was already opening a bottle of red, and Rowan shifted uneasily. The feral part of her wanted to drink the entire bottle, just block out what was about to happen to her. Her sane part won. Never show weakness.

“Just water, please.”

 They ate at the kitchen table, a long slab of wood next to more windows facing the back garden.

“Tell me something about you,” he said, leaning back and swirling his wine glass. Rowan watched his long fingers handle the delicate crystal. His right hand, his left was still in the leather glove he’d worn since leaving the auction.

“I think based on what I heard while walking down that stage, that you know more about me than I did.” A flare of sheer fury hit her, remembering the humiliation of the moment. Looking up, she watched the lines of his face harden. Was this his Rich Asshole face? “I had a scholarship to New Columbia University.”

Barnes took another sip of wine. “What was your scholarship for?”

“It was a music scholarship. Piano.”

His mouth curled up on one side again, that half grin. “Just piano?”

“Um. And violin. Cello. Flute.”

Rowan looked up to see his brow rise. 

“And the clarinet and…”

He leaned on the table closer to her. Oh, that warm smell again…

“What else?” Barnes asked, tilting his head to catch her gaze.

“Oh, it’s so silly,” she shrugged uncomfortably, “even my music professors thought it was ridiculous for a tenement girl to play the harp.”

“The harp,” he muses. “I’ll get one. You’ll have to play for me.”

“It was a long time ago,” she shook her head. “Don’t waste your money.”

“Maybe you should get used to spending it,” he retorted, still smiling. “You do have sixty million dollars waiting for you in a highly secured banking system.”

Her jaw dropped. “I… it didn’t even…”

Barnes straightened up, taking the wine bottle and pouring himself another glass. “You won’t need it now, of course. I’ve already opened an account for you to use for whatever you’d like.”

Sucking in a deep breath of air, Rowan was suddenly furious. Fuck these rich, arrogant assholes and their casual attitude about buying stupid shit like a harp when I couldn’t even heat the apartment to keep Ben warm in the winter! Just throwing out money like it was nothing, and-

“Ben!”

His brow furrowed. “Ben? Oh, your-”

Rowan climbed up on the table in her desperation, crawling over to him and grabbing him by his shirt sleeve. “Ben! They took him away - social services - they have him and I need to get him out right away! He’s got to be terrified, please, I-”

“Wait.” Barnes was still calm. But there was a hard edge that shut her up immediately. “I will make a call right now. I’ll send someone to where they’re holding him immediately. All right?”

She meant to thank him but what came out was a convulsive sob. Putting the back of her hand over her mouth, she nodded furiously, like maybe he’d understand her gratitude if she nodded hard enough. Squeezing his arm, Rowan finally managed to gulp out, “Thank you. Thank you so much-” 

His arm. It was hard. Not muscle, despite his powerful build. She’d been squeezing his left arm and it was solid, like armor. Barnes noticed and pulled away, his handsome face expressionless. “Finish your food. I have a couple of calls to make.”

At the mansion of Loki Laufeyson…

“Remove your clothes.”

The new Mrs. Laufeyson was staring at me, those warm brown eyes wide and looking terrified. I sighed, putting my hands in my pockets and strolling around her in a circle. “There’s nothing to be afraid of, darling. I simply want to enjoy how beautiful you are right now.”

“Yes, Sir.” Mina’s voice was so faint. If my hearing hadn’t been enhanced fifty years ago, I couldn’t have caught the words.

Seating myself in a comfortable wingchair by the fire, I crossed one leg over the other, taking a sip of Macallan Fine and Rare - it was sixty years old, still far younger than I was. Her pretty face was turned away, but I enjoyed her profile, beautifully boned, high cheekbones, and those luscious, full lips.

“Turn toward me, darling.” She immediately moved to face me, an obedience I enjoyed, but I had a strong sense that my lovely new bride was made of stronger stuff, and not just her perfect genetic pedigree. I was looking forward to bringing it to the surface.

At the flashy modern monstrosity of Ransom Drysdale…

“Shit, baby,” I groaned, hips moving furiously, “you’re so fucking good.” 

Glenna’s red spiral curls were bouncing all over the goddamn place, gasping and moaning. Her little hands were trying to hang onto my shoulders but we were both sweating and her fingers kept slipping and she fell against me again. 

This was one of my favorite ways to fuck, sitting back on my heels, knees spread, and bouncing some bitch on my lap. But the new Mrs. Ransom Drysdale was no whore, not someone I’d just picked up in a bar. Glenna was so sweet and innocent. The last girl I’d ever would have been interested in until now. Now that my grandfather was cutting me off unless I got married and popped out some perfect kid within a year. Shit, I could do that. Toussaint's guys gave me an ovulation tracker for her- she wasn’t fertile yet but who gave a fuck? We had a lot of practicing to do.

“Arch your back,” I grabbed her pretty little ass with both hands, bouncing her up and down faster. “Yeah,” I groaned, “just like that, honey. Keep squeezing me with that tight little pussy.” I pushed her harder against my chest and I could tell the minute her clit hit the base of my cock because she finally opened her eyes, looking all shocked and shit. “There you go,” biting her soft neck, “right there, I feel you making a mess on me. You coming, baby?”

She was making some kind of high-pitched noise and it was so fucking adorable that I came with her, her cunt squeezing and creaming all over me.

Goddamn. I gloated, This girl was perfect.

At the brownstone of James Barnes…

 “How’s it going?” 

I could tell that asshole Steve was just hanging on, trying not to laugh. “She looks one loud noise away from leaving a bride-shaped hole in my front door,” I sighed, running a hand through my hair. 

“Jesus Buck, what did you do to her?”

“Look at it from her point of view,” I looked out the windows in my study, facing the front street. There was a security patrol driving by, a blue-white spotlight skittering over the buildings and alleyways. “They were holding her brother hostage. I’m lucky she didn’t try to stab me during dinner.”

Now the bastard was laughing. “So she doesn’t know about your military history yet? The fact that you have a rocket launcher on your roof? You have better security than the president.”

Glancing toward the open door and down the hall, I could see Rowan drifting through the kitchen, fingers tracing along the cabinets. “I gotta go. Did you get her brother?”

“Yeah,” Steve was opening a beer bottle, taking a gulp and making me wait. The asshole. “It was a real dump. But he’s all set up and I told him he’d see his sister tomorrow. Nice kid.”

“Maybe not tomorrow,” I was still watching her spinning lightly in circles over the granite floor. She’d spun like that on stage, her hair flying out around her. So beautiful. “I have a lot of bonding to do with my new wife. He can wait.”

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[love-islike-abomb]

Renegade: part 1

Roman reigns x OC scarlet

Gif credit: @romanreigns

This is my story from Wattpad that I'm quite proud of. I'm 14 chapters in so far. It has a lot of twists and turns and I use their real names in this. It just fit with the story better

Warnings: flirting! Mentions of alcohol!

Tag list: @angelreigns444 @acknowledge-reigns

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I work at a small no name restraunt in the middle of Wyoming. How this place is always so busy I have no idea. Good must've been good cause we were standing room only today! There was the occasional rowdy bunch who came in but usually telling them to wind down a little did the trink. As I dried the dishes I looked up and saw a handsome stranger in the corner and smiled at him. He smiled back And i went back to what I was doing.

I suddenly heard what sounded like an already very drunk man sit down and start demanding service. Drunks we usually pay no mind. They flirt, we push them off, they get the hint and come back the next day once they've sobered up and apologize. This guy though wasn't getting it. He was grabbing at Jess's apron trying to pull it off and she slapped him... hard!! He seemed to get the hint and settled down until I walked by him. He grabbed my arm tightly "hey baby you look lonely" he slurred "no thanks" I said and managed to pull my arm.free from him and went back to my job. Eventually the crowd cleared and it was just the town drunk and a Few others still in the store.

Mopping the floor I saw the handsome stranger was still there and I smiled at him again. "Oh you smile at him but not me?" I heard that slur again and "I was just being polite" I politely said to the drunk. "Be polite to this bitch" he said raising his hand to back hand me.

Before he could strike me a strong arm grabbed his "I think it's time you go!" The stranger said lifting the drunk man by his collar and throwing him out the door. "You'll regret this!" The drunk man yelled as he scurried off.

"thank you" I smiled.

"it's no problem. I've sat here and watched him most of the day and you ladies dealt with him quite well but hitting a woman is where I step in! He had no right to even think of laying his hands on you" he smiled flashing those pearly whites at me

Damn get a grip Scarlet! A man nearly assaulted you and here you are flirting with another one.

"that's very sweet of you! I have to get back to work now" I smiled "but if you'd like something it's on the house after what you did"

"maybe later" he smiled "Im just gonna make sure that bozo isnt hanging around here" he said walking to the door.

I watched him walk and hadn't been laying attention to the fact that he had turned back around. "Like what you see?" He laughed

I felt my face get bright red "I'm so sorry!"

He chuckled 'its no big deal. Happens a lot more then you think"

"I mean you are very handsome so-" I covered my mouth when I realized what I said. "I'm not usually that forward!" I blushed again

"And you're very beautiful" he winked

I smiled "I know you from somewhere but I don't know where"

"I must have one of those faces causing Just a local. I'm up here every day. I haven't seen you here before though" he smiled

"oh I've only been here a few days. I mostly work in the back but they decided I could come out and play today" I laughed

"Release the chain did they?" He chuckled

"would it be to forward of me to ask what time you get off tonight?" He asked

Without even thinking I blurted out "about 30 min" Scarlet you idiot!! A good looking man doesn't mean you just lose your sense of self preservation!!

"well we're already here so how about in 30 min I buy you some coffee?" He smiled

"that would be nice!" I smiled back "I gotta get this last little bit done before my boss kills me"

"go on then. I'll be here" he winked.

I smiled trying to hide the flirtation behind it. I'm not usually a very flirtatious person but something about this man Drew me in.

I finished cleaning and putting dishes away. Finally 8pm came around. My feet and my back hurt so damn bad from all of the crap today! I took my apron off and hung it up went to the front and turned on the coffee machine.

"hey" I heard a deep voice say behind me

"hey I'm just starting up the coffee machine. It won't be long"

"come sit I know you must be tired" he smiled.

"Why are you in the corner? I feel like im a little kid being punished and I didn't even do Anything" I giggled.

"I like corner seats. I can see everything that goes on"

"I really do appreciate what you did today" i smiled. "A lot of men would just walk away and let that guy be an asshole"

"I couldn't let that guy just smack you! I watched while he harassed you ladies because you had it under control and there was also a lot of people and I didn't wanna make a scene until he raised his hand to you"

"Thank you" I smiled.

Suddenly I yawned "oh I'm sorry" I covered my mouth.

"hey it's no problem you've been on your feet all day. Coffee can wait. Do you have a way home?" He asked

"I walked here. My house isn't far!" I said

"with that creep being around I would feel better if I took you home" he smiled.

I smiled back "thank you"

"my cars out front" he said pulling his keys out. I locked the restaurant door as we walked out and he pushed the key fob for his car. We walked over to it and I opened the door and got in.

"so where are we going?" He asked

"oh just 2 or 3 blocks away" i said putting my address in his GPS. Great Scarlet now hes gonna know where you live!

A few turns later and he pulled up to my front door.

"mind if I walk to up there?" He asked

Chivalry isn't dead

"Sure" I smiled

"btw I don't remember your name" he smiled.

"Scarlet" I said

"That's not a name you hear very often anymore" he smiled

"My mom loved gone with the wind" I smiled.

"It's beautiful just like you" he smiled

The flirting! Straight for the jugular this man!

"thank you" I said "do you wanna come in? Get a drink or anything?"

"I have to be up early in the morning. I travel for work but I would like your number if that's ok" he smiled.

"hand me your phone" I said

I typed it in and handed it back to him "there you go"

He stepped up to hold my front door open for me "before you go there's one more thing" he said leaning in and closing the gap between us. his lips hit mine and I immediately felt how soft they were. My heart skipped a beat as he pulled away. My eyes fluttering open as he smiled.

"You never told me your name either" I said still in a daze

"Joe. My name is Joe" he smiled

"Goodnight Joe" I smiled

"Goodnight Scarlet" he said grabbing my hand and kissing it. "I'll see you soon"

[holykillercake]

PUPPY EYES AND FUN RIDES

Kid x Reader! AU

word count: 3.3k

summary: Eustass Kid was an extravagant man, taking everything he wanted without asking for permission. He was denied so much in his life that he did not say no to himself. If he could take it, he would. Or, maybe, most of it.

highlight: ¨Here´s your tip. Buy yourself something pretty.¨

warning: gun injuries with a side of SASS *sparkles*

notes: I´m back with another one-shot, guys! It has been so long since I wanted to write for Kid, and I really liked the result. I hope you guys enjoy it as well! <3

𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞!

¨Hey, Pups! Bring in another round!¨ Kid shouted from the table where he and the guys sat with potential future business partners. 

You lifted a bottle of whiskey to let him know you got the message. All of the other orders entered the waiting list while you placed the drinks on the tray, taking an extra for the boss, personally. 

¨Here´s the savior, guys!¨ the redhead said as you approached the table. ¨This is my Puppy, but you call her Y/N. She runs the house.¨ 

¨Puppy, huh? Interesting nickname.¨ one of the men spoke, calling you by the name Kid made clear was only his. 

There was a second of silence. The top ranks looked at each other with a smirk, while the other men seemed confused. 

¨Man...¨ Wire spoke, leaning back on the chair, trying to cover his smile with his hand, ruffling his eyebrows. 

¨Here.¨ you called the man who commented about your nickname, holding his shot glass in front of him ¨Only the boss calls me Puppy.¨ and with that, you drank in one go all the liquid you had poured him, turning and smacking the small glass on the table, hard enough for it to crack. 

¨That´s my girl. What´s the good news?¨ Kid asked, putting his hand on your back, pulling you closer. 

¨Four tables from here, at eight o´clock.¨ you said, leaning in. ¨They got here in a black sports vehicle with tinted windows about forty minutes ago, had a beer each, and don´t stop staring. None of them hopped off from the driver´s seat. I already sent the boys out there to close the streets. They´re waiting for your sign, Captain.¨

¨My night always gets better when you call me Captain.¨ he gave you a grin before turning to the blonde beside you. ¨Killer.¨

As soon as the second in command got up and turned his gaze towards the table, the men put themselves on their feet on alert. Without so much trying to hide their intentions, they mixed in with the crowd to get to the door. 

¨Why am I shooting them?¨ Kid asked, playing silly with you.

¨They left without paying the tab.¨

¨How about your tip?¨

¨Not a single cent.¨ you shrugged, giving him your best puppy dog eyes. 

¨Oooh,¨ he purposefully overreacted with a frown. ¨I can´t let that happen. Come on, guys. It´s show time.¨

As soon as you turned your back, sounds of chairs dragging on the wooden floor like nails on a chalkboard echoed all over the bar, followed by tires rolling on the pebbles from the parking lot. 

¨These rookies never learn.¨ you mumbled to yourself, laughing. 

It wasn´t long until they returned, clearing space only for the top ranks to pass. Wire dragged the two men from the bar by their collars, and Heat carried another one, probably the driver, on his shoulders. 

Killer walked some steps behind, looking calm and neutral as usual, and Kid took a detour towards you, holding a credit card between his fingers like magicians do with their cards. 

¨Here´s your tip. Buy yourself something pretty.¨

¨Will do.¨ you took the piece of plastic and put it in your back pocket, smiling and blushing at him. ¨Have fun, boss.¨

¨Will do, Pups.¨ 

Kid lingered there for a few more seconds, eyes alternating between your eyes and your lips. 

It wasn't always like this. As kids, you would be on each other´s throats all the time. But when you passed the age of bratty kids and realized that you would stick together for the long run, your relationship started to evolve. Slowly, you started to build this chemistry, but for some reason, nothing ever happened. You would just flirt carelessly every time you met, which would be on a daily basis, but without ever making a move. 

You tried to never take it too far because you know they say, right? It´s fun and all until someone catches feelings. 

So you poured him another shot, and he gladly took it, turning around and mixing in the crowd, passing through an iron door that led to the underground level, where those who didn´t their place were sent. 

The rest of the night went on smoothly, except for the free round of drinks that Kid so kindly offered at the expense of your hard work. Some men started a pool to guess what end the newbies would have. In the end, they all took their cash back since no one thought they would live until the morrow. 

While you cleaned your station, preparing to close the bar, you could not help but reminisce about your rookie days. And how, one day, the three of you were the reckless kids. During that time, you had no idea you would spend the rest of your life around those skinny and sassy boys. 

Oh, life, what a fun ride. 

---

¨Your legs are too short, that´s why you´re slow! Slowpoke!¨ you yelled at the ginger head kid, wincing at the bruise on your knees as Killer tried to attend to them. 

¨My legs are not short, and I´m not slow!¨ Eustass yelled back, forgetting about the tissue he was supposed to hold on his nose. 

¨Y/N, stop moving. And Kid, you´re dripping blood on your shirt. Chin up.¨ Killer said, visibly tired of both of your tantrums. 

¨I told you, Killer. We shouldn´t have taken him with us. Ouch!¨ 

¨We should have, Y/N. It was just a bad day. Now stop moving.¨ 

¨It was that bright red head of his. He looks like a folklore creature from the South Blue.¨ 

¨You look like a clumsy giraffe!¨ Kid´s voice came all nasalized as he stuffed his nostrils with tissue. 

You have met the boys while still living at the district´s orphanage. At first, you weren´t close. You spent the day playing with your friends, crossing paths with them every once in a blue moon without paying them no mind. 

But as the number of orphans and crime in the district grew, the government, the main supporter, ended up abandoning the place, and the staff left with it. Not that anyone would care or notice. At least, no one besides the children living there. 

During the first weeks, you could survive with the provisions you had left. But feeding so many kids required a lot of food, and soon, you were out of it. So the oldest ones, such as Killer, joined to steal around town. 

You tagged along with them since your age was an incognito. You had lost your parents when you were old enough to walk and talk but young enough to remember those types of details. You were taller and stronger than most kids, but your actions seemed of someone Eustass´age. 

No one complained, though. They were short on young burglars anyway. 

Local stores run by old people were the easiest target. If you were sly enough, they wouldn´t even notice you. In the worst-case scenario, you would put your legs to work and disappear into the narrow alleys. 

The gangs in the area soon started to take advantage of that situation, recruiting some kids to do the small dirty work and eventually the three of you. They offered food for your growling stomachs, a roof above your heads, and warm beds to sleep at night. 

As a work of destiny, perhaps, the three of you stuck together, hoping from gang to gang, until you decided to start one of your own. And though you pulled Kid´s leg for wanting to be the leader, you agreed that there was no one better for the job. 

Your relationship developed altogether with your skills, and you went from young brats throwing sharp knives at each other to partners, blindly loyal to one another. 

Many years and many ball drops later, when Kid established his shop and decided it was time to expand his businesses, he put you in charge of the bar. Behind the salon, the iron doors guarded Kid´s office, his ¨playroom¨, and your house. 

You´d sleep there, making sure no one tried to get into your fortress. And when the bar was open, you would be Kid´s eyes and ears, observing every person stepping in and out, reporting in case someone acted suspiciously. 

During the night, when the bar was open, trouble would often arise. It could be drunk men causing havoc or unprepared spies trying to catch a glimpse of Kid´s activities. However, when the doors closed and the lights went off, people would rarely try to break in. You could count on your fingers the number of times such a thing happened. 

This night, however, someone must have had an extra bit of liquid courage. 

You were preparing to hop into bed, applying a nice moisturizer on your body, when you heard the front door being forced open. It was a matter of seconds until you had thrown a rob on and ran towards the bar, with a Glock nineteen in hands, safety pin deactivated, ready to blow some brains.  

Your feet slid on the floor as you moved across the dark hallways, silent and fast. You hid behind the door, leaned in to hear any movements on the other side, and figure out how many were there. However, it was with a deep silence that you were met. 

There wasn´t any sound of usual breaking and entering. No tables dragged or thrown, draws turned upside down, and bottles getting chugged on. You peeked through the peephole that gave you a wide sight of the salon, but other than the breach left open by the intruder and the moonlight coming in, there wasn´t much to look at. 

¨What the fuck?¨ you whispered.

You lowered the gun for a few seconds before a groan caught your attention. With one hand on the doorknob, you let out a deep breath preparing to open it, when at the opposite wall, close to the door, you saw someone move and shot right next to the shadow´s head. 

¨Damn, Pups!¨ 

Instantly, you recognized the voice, activating the safety pin and shoving the gun in the elastic of your underwear. You opened the door and turned the counter lights on, revealing Kid leaning against the wall. 

¨Damn, you, Kid. You´ve got the keys, you know?¨

He cursed something back at you, standing up straight and closing the entrance door. You immediately took notice of his roughed-up state, as if he had returned from a fight or something. His hair was slicked back, and the goggles were down on his neck. His face had dirty spots all over and sweat dripped from his temples. Even his lipstick seemed smudged, probably for cleaning the blood on the corner of his lips. 

¨Tough night?¨ you asked, approaching the drawers under the bar counter to get a first aid kit. 

¨We were caught off guard. But we dealt with it already.¨

¨I don´t doubt that. C´mere.¨ you cleaned a table, putting the chairs down so he could sit. ¨Let me take a look at you.¨

The redhead grunted, taking his coat off and throwing it wherever ¨I don´t need fucking babysitting, Puppy.¨ 

¨Then why are you here?¨ you put one hand on your waist, giving him attitude served cold with a smirk ¨That´s what I thought. Now, did the bullet come out?¨

¨How do you know it´s not a slash of something?¨

¨You said you were caught off guard. There´s no way someone would pass through all of you with a knife or whatever and not be noticed.¨ you flicked his forehead, and he pretended to go for a bite of your fingers. ¨I know my boys well.¨

Besides, you knew Kid would never look for anyone´s help due to a slash. 

¨Don´t go getting cocky, you little shit.¨

¨Too bad, too late.¨ 

Kid opened his signature grin and pointed to the side of his abdomen, where a piece of rag covered beveled skin and more blood. The bullet followed a straight path, three fingers on the left from his belly button to the side of his waist. 

¨Wanna make this more interesting?¨ he suggested.

¨Well, this is not interesting at all, but sure.¨ 

¨Geez, Pups. Who pissed in your fucking cornbread?¨ 

¨Oh, you really don´t know?¨ you stared at him with wide eyes and a fake grin. 

¨Fuck off.¨

¨Genius.¨ 

¨You want it or not?!¨ 

¨I just said ¨sure¨. You should get your ears checked as well. What do you have in mind?¨ you skipped to the question before you two spent all night on a snarky comments contest.  

¨Guess range, contact, and the gun correctly, and you can ask me anything you want.¨ he smiled.

¨Anything?¨ 

¨Anything in the world. I´ll give it to you.¨ 

¨And if I don´t guess those correctly...?¨

¨Then I ask anything I want.¨

¨I don´t see how that´s fair to me.¨

¨Are you chickening out?¨ he provoked you, knowing how much it annoyed being said things like that. 

¨I´m gonna rip your other arm off and eat it like a chicken wing. How does that sound?¨

¨C´mon, Pups.¨ 

¨Alright. But you better prepare your pockets, though, cause we´re going shopping and you´re holding my bags.¨ you laughed, helping ease the tension before you started poking him where it hurt. 

Kid smirked, keeping his gaze locked to the bar behind you. When you began to clean the wound, you felt his breath hitch for a brief second. Maybe he wanted to distract from the pain, too. After all, no matter how strong he is, he is a human being. You couldn´t help but feel a twist in your stomach. 

¨Well,¨ you spoke after seconds ¨as I said, it´s a gunshot. The path was clear and uninterrupted, causing minimal damage, mostly skin and fat tissues. Did it come out entire?¨ you referred to the bullet.

He hummed in agreement. 

¨Good. I see some minor burning and singeing of hair, so I´ll say mid to close range. And there are what I assume to be burnt metal scraps, plus the skin and hair appearance... I´m gonna go with a loose contact wound caused by a rifled arm.¨

¨You assume they are metal scraps?¨ he said, pulling your legs.

¨Yeah, but it could be just dirt since you are proving to be insanely reckless and desperate for an infection.¨ you smiled condescendingly. ¨I would have to send it to a lab.¨ 

¨No need, punk. Final considerations?¨

¨Let me see.¨ you pretended to examine a little more ¨You are extremely lucky for a man wearing barely any clothes in the middle of an open fire or extremely skilled for dodging a bullet, preventing it from causing more damage.¨ you both laughed ¨So, which one are you?¨ 

¨Are you asking if I am a dumb manwhore or a stuck-up asshole?¨

¨Your words, not mine.¨ you put both hands in the air, laughing through your nose. 

The two of you kept throwing small talk and snarky remarks while you finished patching him up. The redhead told you what had happened and that everyone got out pretty much unscathed. Apparently, it was revenge for the guys that went to the bar and never returned. Who would know for sure? They got beat up so hard all they could do was moan and cry. 

¨Done. You´re as good as new, Cap.¨ you said, cutting the last suture line. 

¨Yeah...¨ Kid replied, letting out a short yawn and cracking his neck bones. 

¨You... wanna stay for the night? You look tired. I don´t think driving is a good idea right now.¨ 

You gently scrubbed the cloth on a dirty spot you overlooked, not missing the slight sway of him leaning in your touch. You kept looking at him, from his pearl-white skin marked with pink scars, his ferocious red locks falling on his face to his torso. The muscles, the new and old scars, and the part when skin turned to metal. Eustass Kid had become a remarkable man. 

Meanwhile, Kid himself thought the same things of you. As he tried to internalize your touch in his soul, he wanted to memorize every little detail of your face. From the way you parted your hair, how your brows furrowed, and your lips twitched when you focused on something to the warmth of your skin. 

Eustass Kid was an extravagant man, taking everything he wanted without asking for permission. He was denied so much in his life that he did not say no to himself. If he could take it, he would. Or, maybe, most of it. Ever since he established his throne in the District, there has been only one thing he did not allow himself to do. 

Kid knew how cathartic, chaotic and catastrophic he could be. And how he could win the jackpot at times and lead to calamity at others. He has won much and lost the equivalent. He has made the right decisions and fucked up to the same extent. 

And he could not bear fucking up and risk losing you. 

The boiling feelings in his chest and butterflies in his stomach were shut down. He would deprive himself of his biggest desire so he could have you by his side forever. 

He swore that many times. 

But seeing you there, like that, looking at him with the care no one has ever before. It made him wonder what kind of place you had for him in your heart. He didn´t miss your breathing turning heavier and your fingers trembling against his cheek. And though he was brute and tough on the outside, the inside wasn´t so dense. You wanted it as much as he did. He knew, and so did you. 

¨C´mere.¨ he whispered, tapping his fingers on his leg. 

Without thinking twice, you got up from your seat, making your way to his lap, careful not to touch the injured spot. Your whole body caught on fire, and your chest moved up and down with every breath. It felt like your place, like his body was made for yours.

Kid placed his right hand on your waist, massaging the soft fabric of your pajama. Moving on to your face, he caressed your cheek before pulling you closer to him. He was gentle. For the first time, he was gentle. 

¨I don´t wanna fuck this up, Pups.¨ he said, gluing his forehead to yours and fighting to hold back.

¨I´m not gonna let that happen.¨ 

¨I´m not letting you go.¨

¨I wouldn´t go even if you made me.¨

Kid smirked and finished closing the distance between you, kissing you with impatience and despair. You held each other until you ran out of breath, hurting for having to part the kiss. You loved the way you felt in each other´s arms and tasted on each other´s lips. It was addicting. Alluring. Appetizing. 

¨Fuck.¨ Kid cursed, out of breath. 

¨Yeah, fuck.¨ you laughed. 

The two of you kept making out for a long while, talking and cursing as usual, laughing, and even drinking some beers. You kept sat on his lap, using him as a comfortable talking couch.

¨Hm,¨ Kid started, taking another sip ¨so?¨

¨So what?¨ 

¨You won. Mid-range, loose contact, lightweight, semi-automatic, modern sporting rifle.¨

¨Nice tongue twister. Cartridge size?¨

¨Hmm... 5.5 per 45 millimeters.¨

¨Lucky manwhore.¨ you scoffed and rolled your eyes. 

¨I´mma shut this pretty mouth of yours.¨ Kid held your jaw, squeezing your cheeks and smiling at you ¨A deal is a deal. What d´you want, Pups?¨

You repositioned yourself on his lap to face him, embracing his neck and letting the bottle touch his back. A grin formed on your lips when his body jerked up at the cold object against his warm skin. He muttered some obscenities at you, only to watch your smile grow as you came closer to his face.

¨I already got what I wanted. Are you offering to give me more?¨

𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞!

[mydarllinglover]

Safehouse || Six

Previous

It was the last weekend before term. Harry had recovered, quicker than Draco, who "Coincidentally" took his bandages off the same weekend of the Quidditch match.

Draco, Theo and Blaise continued to taunt him ever since, when Ron finally had enough and threw a crocodiles heart at Draco's face in potions, therefore creating his new nickname from me "Crocface".

Lupin had dismissed Snapes set homework, and frankly I was pissed off.

"What?! Are you serious?!" I slammed my hands on the table, Theo laughing beside me. Turned out Hermione and I were the only ones who had actually done it and I made Lupin mark it anyway and say its for extra credit or something, he gave me five house points for it, probably out of pity.

The four of us, Draco, Blaise and Theo were sat in the three broomsticks each drinking a butterbeer.

I would still say we're not friends but I spent a lot of my time with them and I grew to accept their presence.

They were having a conversation about whatever as I focused on my parchment, scribbling random things down the list of my family members, trying to think about what Christmas presents I could get them, I was lucky enough to afford at least some what decent presents from my savings, saved up from my stay in France.

I had already got Mum and Dad some Sweets, Mum some more wool for her knitting and Dad a book about Muggle inventors. Percy some sophisticated novel, that I thought he might enjoy with some quills and inkpots, Charlie a pair of fireproof gloves, no doubt, if he even wore his they were probably tattered and ruined, Fred and George, i

I bought some random stuff from Zonkos and put them them in a bag, for each. Now all I had to buy for were Bill, Ron and Ginny.

I was going over things that Ron likes, and hopefully push him to talk to me, when speak of the devil, he, Harry and Hermione walked in.

"Was Ron carrying some bags?" I cut off the boys conversation when I pointed to the table Hermione and Harry were sat at, Ron had walked off to get drinks

"I don't know, I don't usually spend my time looking at Weasel" Draco drawled

"Quiet, crockface" I glared at him

"Where are you going?" Blaise asked me

"To see if Ron got me anything".

"Hey, 'Mione, Harry how nice to see you guys here" I grinned at them, then faltered "Wait- Har- how did you get here, I thought you wasn't allow- wow you learned how to apparate, thats impressive"

"you know thats exactly what Ron said" Hermione laughed

"No I didn't apparate" He rolled his eyes, then lifted a blank piece of parchment, like I was supposed to know what it did.

"Yeah, Harry, I know what that is, I have my own on my table, but that didn't get me here, I had to bloody walk in the snow" I pointed my thumb to the table I was previously sat at. Harry then went into a brief description of what it was and how Fred & George gave it to me

"How come Fred & George never gave it to me! I'm their sister!" I said

"He said that too"

"Anyways, the reason I'm here, you guys done your Christmas shopping yet, got some nice bits?" I asked them sweetly, discreetly trying to peer into the bags by the empty seat, guessing they were Ron's, apparently not too discreetly because Hermione caught on

"Keira, what are you doing? you can't look in that, you're ruining it"

"Hermione, you are so quick to assume the wor- wait he got me something?"

"Yes, why wouldn't he?" Harry asked

"I dont know, I just assumed cause he wasn't talking to me he wasn't going to bother" I shrugged my shoulders

"Oh, Keira, of course he would, you're still his Twin, and he love- Hey Ron!" I turned around, Ron was stood behind me with a tray full of Three butterbeers looking, not pleased

"Hi, Ron" I said

"Bye" He shrugged me off before side stepping me to put down the trays. Dropping my shoulders, I walked back to the table, Theo, Draco and Blaise's eyes on me

"Finally, you took blo- where are you going?" Theo asked as I started putting my cloak on

"I've got to finish shopping, where's my butterbeer? - Theo did you drink it?!" I snapped at him

"well you weren't going to drink it!"

"I was!"

"Was not!"

"Was too!"

"Will you both please shut up, you're doing my head in" Blaise told us, rubbing his temples

"whatever" I rolled my eyes and put my gloves on then grabbed my stuff "you guys going back to Hogwarts?" I asked them, when I noticed they had their winter clothes? back on

"No, Wealsey, we're coming with you, obviously" Malfoy rolled his eyes

"You don't have to-

"Shut up" he said.

We walked past Ron's table on the way out, I waved bye to them, Harry and Hermione only responding

"Bye Ron, I love you" I tried, but he just nodded and rolled his eyes, making me huff in frustration

Draco and Theo propped their hoods up and acted as if they were dementors until I smacked the back of their heads "Leave them alone, get a new joke" I rolled my eyes at their childish behaviour, them both giving me matching glares and rubbing their heads

"Ow, K, that hurt" Theo whined

"Good, that was the intention".

                                  •

"Its so cold" I moaned for the eighth time, on our walk back to Hogwarts, I had finished all my Christmas shopping, even picking something up for Harry and Hermione and was now huddled under Theo's arm, gladly accepting the warmth it brought

"Thanks for another reminder, I was worried it was suddenly summer again and I hadn't noticed" Draco mocked.

I dropped my bags and walked out of Theo's embrace, squatting down quickly to roll up a snow ball then threw it with all my might at Draco's unsuspecting back.

Theo and Blaise burst out into laughter when Draco whipped around to glare daggers at me, then copying me by getting his own snowball, knowing what he was doing, I let out a squeal and ran behind Blaise to use him as a shield.

"No, Draco! please i'm sorry, It was an accident" I screamed When he raced around to reach me, dumping the snow ball on my head, Theo doubling over, holding his stomach and wiping tears away as he continued to laugh.

"Whats so funny Nott?!" I shouted at him before gathering another Snowball and chucking it at his face, Draco doing the same, that soon stopped him.

"Hey, not the face! This is war!" He let out a battle cry before we all broke off to throw snowballs at each other, running around and laughing like maniacs.

We soon all got tired and had enough, I dropped down to lie in the snow to calm my breathing.

After catching my breath, I spread my arms and legs side ways, back and forth to form a snow angel.

"Help me up" I outstretched my arms to Blaise when I was satisfied with it, and he did, grabbing my wrists to pull me out of my snow angel

"What is it?" Draco wrinkled his nose when we admired my work

"Its a snow angel, duh" I rolled my eyes

"By the size of you i would say more like an snow goblin- Ow, okay, sorry"

"You will be Nott!".

                                      •

It was Christmas Day, knowing that the guys had left Hogwarts to spend the holidays at Draco's, I jumped out of bed, relieved to have a break from them all.

My eyes locked on the pile of presents, surprisingly a lot more than i expected.

I reached for the one from Mum first, tearing away the wrapping paper to pull out an knitted Green jumper with a grey K etched on the front and a handful of chocolate frogs, this was probably Mums way of saying she accepted that I was a Slytherin and loved me all the same, my heart felt warm with this and I quickly threw it on over my head, it being a bit baggy, just the way I liked it.

Then went about opening my other presents.

I had received presents from My siblings, Harry and Hermione.

Bill had got me some vinyls from some muggle bands that we both really liked, Charlie had got me an Book all about Magical Creatures, their habitats, facts, food and some of the pages even mentioned if you could keep them as pets or not, the best part was, it didn't try to tear you to shreds.

Percy had got a novel by one of his favourite wizard authors and a leaflet on Potential jobs to look into at the Ministry and the O.W.L.s you would need for them.

Fred and George had decided to team up by giving me a large bar of Honeydukes Chocolate.

From Ginny, She had got me some really nice tank tops, that without a doubt she had the intention of wearing.

Hermione had got me sugar quills and a box of chocolate frogs , Harry had got me a box of Honeydukes sweets and Ron had bought me a red hat with a gold bobble on the top.

I rolled my eyes,he was trying to dress me in Gryffindor colours even though I'm a Slytherin. Typical.

I was most surprised though, when I found I had a present each from Blaise, Draco and Theo.

Blaise had got me a Forrest Green diary, with New beautiful quills and ink pots, Theo had got me multiple pairs of Green and grey socks, all full of the sweets I pointed out I loved in Honeydukes, And Draco had got me the most beautiful silver necklace with a tiny snake pendent, a mini emerald as an eye that shone in the light. There was also a note in Blaises impeccably neat handwriting

Weasley,

We hope you like the gifts, Merry Christmas

From, Blaise Zabini, Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott.

P.S The notebook was from me- Blaise, The Necklace from Draco and the socks were Theo.

I found myself smiling when I read the note, grateful that they even bothered to get me anything, but then gasped when I remembered that I hadn't even thought to get them something.

I rushed to grab a piece of parchment scribbling down in my new quills.

Guys, I am very thankful for my presents, but i'm pissed off! I didn't know we were exchanging gifts, now I have to go out of my way to get something for you lot, thanks a lot! and I noticed the theme of my gifts by the way, your not that sly. Keira x

I grimaced at my poor handwriting and actually taking notice of the messy scribble for the first time, wondering if I should even bother sending it and instead just thanking them when they got here.

Shaking my head and telling myself that I don't care for their opinions, I slipped it in an envelope then wrote out their names on the back of it.

I tided up the mess from my presents and let myself enjoy a few moments of peace, soaking up the fact that I had the dorm to myself.

I then got dressed, putting on a pair of the grey socks Theo had got me after emptying the sweets out, put the Necklace Draco got around my neck, picked up the Envelope and set off to the owls to send it off.

Walking into the the Great Hall at lunchtime I was surprised to see all of the house tables were moved to the walls and instead a single table stood down the middle of the room.

Professors Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape, Sprout and Flitwick as well as Mr Filch were there.

There was also a first year, the only other Slytherin, a fifth year, who completely blanked me when I greeted him in the Common room, and Harry, Ron and Hermione.

"Happy Christmas, Keira!" Hermione greeted me

"Merry Christmas Hermione, Merry Christmas Guys" I grinned at the three, sitting opposite them on the bench

"Happy Christmas Keira" Harry said

"Happy Christmas" Ron nodded at me, thats when I knew we would be alright. Maybe the gift worked.

Christmas lunch was spent with the four of us in conversations about our presents, Me laughing at Ron for having another Maroon Jumper, Harry's Firebolt and coming up with names of who had sent it, the new year and Hermione noticing my necklace and asking who had got me that, pulling Ron and Harry's attention to it.

After Ron and I were finally okay, I didn't have the heart to tell them who it was from, telling them it was just a friend from beauxbatons.

The highlight was watching McGonagall and Trelawney bicker and McGonagall mocking Trelawneys superstitions.

Throughout the rest of the holiday, I was actually quite bored, I dare say I missed the Three Slytherin boys... but... I wouldn't mind when they eventually got back.

I spent some of the time with Hermione in the library, who had explained her falling out with Ron and Harry about the Firebolt and how she had reported it to Professor McGonagall.

I tried my best to reassure her that she was only looking out for Harry and that they shouldn't really be mad that she was being cautious.

                                  •

I was sat in the Slytherin Common room practising my handwriting in the diary Blaise had got me whilst snacking on the sweets I had received from Theo, when the three of them had walked in the day of their arrival.

Spotting me on the sofa they walk-swaggered over, Theo taking the seat next to me and throwing his arm over my shoulders, Blaise and Draco taking the opposite sofa.

"Weasley, how splendid it is to see you in the new year, Nineteen Ninety-four" Theo smirked

"Yes, and my birthdays in three months" I wiggled my eyebrows "shoot, I have no idea what to get Ron"

"get him a brain" Malfoy teased "Merlin knows he ne- Ow, ooh bertie botts bean"

"Speaking about presents ..." I slapped Theo's chest witch the back of my hand and threw two pillows, aiming for Draco and Blaises heads but unluckily they dodged

"Ow- K, what the hell?! Did you not like them?" Theo raised his brows

"No! of course I loved all of them, I said that in my letter, but I can't even get you idiots anything until we next go Hogsmeade" I complained

"Sorry, it was hard to read with your shitty handwri- Ow Zabini stop- Sorry" I grinned as Blaise elbowed Draco in the ribs for disrespecting my handwriting

"you dont have to get us anything, Weasley, we didn't tell you because we didn't want anything in return" Blaise told me

"Fine then, Butterbeers on me next time then" I rolled my eyes "How was your Christmases then?" I asked them, and Theo dived into the details of their Christmas at Malfoy Manor, Draco cutting him off occasionally when he missed out bits, I caught myself smiling and laughing along a lot throughout the explanations, and I knew Blaise had noticed as well, the way he was looking at me, as if like he knew how I was warming up to them.

                                  •

"Ow"I yelped and dropped my pile of dry wood.

We were in Care of Magical creatures.

Due to how cold it was, Hagrid had provided a bonfire full of Salamanders, and were collecting dry wood and leaves

"Whats wrong?" Blaise, who was by my side asked me

"I got a splinter" I pouted and kicked the pile

"Seriously? all that fuss for a splinter, your such a baby" Malfoy rolled his eyes

"Hey! I'm older than you, and may I remind you who was crying and wailing on the ground "Its killed me, It's killed me" Hm? Malfoy?"

"I was not crying! and I got attacked by a Hippogriff!"

"Which was your own fault! I'll point out and you were being a tad dramatic, dont you think?"

"I was not" He shoved my shoulder, I went to shove his shoulder back but got a jab of pain in my index finger, where the splinter was, letting out a cry of pain

"Keira, whats wrong?" Hermione overheard and asked me, from where she was stood not with, but near Ron and Harry, possibly still not speaking, who were looking to see why I was hurt, glaring at the guys

"Piss off Mud-

"Malfoy! Dont you dare!" I glared at him and then kicked his shin hard "I got a splinter" I whined to Hermione

"Oh, well, come here, I can help" She waved me over, I stepped over my pile, blew a raspberry at Draco who was rubbing his shin with a scrunched up face.

I gave Hermione my hand with my finger straight, she examined my finger and delicately pulled out the splinter, me mumbling curses to the stupid wood "There you go" she let go of my finger.

"Thanks 'Mione!" I hugged her "And sorry about him, just ignore whatever he says, hes a tosser" I told her and she laughed

"It's fine, I'm aware" she replied, making me laugh.

                                  •

When Blaise and Draco were at Quidditch Practises, preparing for their match against Ravenclaw, Theo forced me to sit in the stands and watch, but we spent most of it laughing and joking around or putting them off, which normally ended in Marcus Flint shouting at us and sending us back to the Castle, where we continued to joke about the look on all their faces how confused they were.

I was becoming very Fond of having Theo around the most and he was surely becoming my favourite person to be with.

Slytherin had managed to beat Ravenclaw, and I was surprised by myself at how I felt so proud that they did, and how Theo and I were probably the loudest cheerers.

Theo wrapped his arms around me and spun me around. But it wasn't awkward when he finally put me down, it just...felt natural, since they had got back from the Holidays I found that it just felt right, and natural for them to be around, I didn't know why but that thought scared me.

Sat in the The Great Hall for dinner, I was laughing along to something Theo had said, I looked over to see Ron moping, as usual, I looked to Harry who had caught my eye

"Whats wrong with him?" I mouthed to Harry

"Scabbers died" Harry mouthed back

"What?!" I burst out, dropping my fork

"Huh" Theo turned to looked at me

"What, Weasley?" Blaise asked, most likely seeing the shock on my face

Instead of replying, I ignored them and rushed up to go see My brother.

"Hey, Ron, how're you?" I asked, offering him a sympathetic smile when I reached his table. Not caring about the other's in the hall.

"Bloody brilliant, did you hear about scabbers?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry Ron, He was at a bloody brilliant age, especially for a rat, He was nearly as old as us"

"That's what I said!" Fred said

"Yeah, But thanks to Hermione's Mangey cat" he growled

"Wait Crookshanks did it?" I gasped

"Yes."

"Aw Ron, I'm sorry, R.I.P Scabbers" I hugged my brother, ruffled up his hair then walked back to my seat

"What happened with Weaslebee?" Draco asked

"I'm not telling you" I told him as i picked up my fork again

"Why not?" He pouted

"Because, I don't need the three of you using it against him and making jokes, He's really upset about it, and you'll make it worse, anyways, if he knew I told you he'd be mad at me".

                                   •

"Please don't tell me we're going to the match today" I whined, on our walk to the Great Hall for breakfast

"Why wouldn't we?" Draco asked

"Oh I dont know, maybe because its not even your team playing" I crossed my arms

"Yes, But the competition is, and we have to scope them out, it helps see what we can do to beat them and work on in practise" Blaise said

"Oh, That makes sense, so then who do you hope will win?"

"Ravenclaw, obviously, you saw who their seeker is! I am very much Patriotic for my house but, damn im the biggest Cho Chang supporter" Theo sighed as he stared at Cho with a wistful look

"Thats just, that weirdos reason, our reason is because we want to defeat Gryffindor, so obviously we don't want them to win, not really fussed about the other houses" Blaise said

"Oh, Well Fred hopes that if they win against Ravenclaw then beat us they could win, but George said that thats a very sli-

"What the hell?!" Draco

"Malfoy! its rude to cut people off! as I was saying-

"How the Hell has Potter got a firebolt?!" Draco barked, I looked over to Harry and the other boys in our year who was helping him carry his Firebolt in, everyone in the Hall was gasping and talking about it.

"Oh, McGonagall gave it back I guess- what, why are you looking at me like that"

"You knew?! You knew he had a Firebolt and you didn't even think to say anything?!" Draco said, he was pressing down on my shoulders as he shook me

"Woah stop- Ow Malfoy, your giving me a headache, yeah I knew, whats the big deal?"

"Firebolts are amazing, they only came out last year, and their insanely fast." Blaise told me

"Aw is Drakeykins going to cry to Daddy to buy him one?" Theo laughed at Draco and poked his cheek

"I'm going to go talk to him, you three stay here, I mean it!" I pointed a stern finger at them before I walked off to the Gryffindor table

"Hey Harry! So was your broom clear?" I asked him whilst Percy's girlfriend was holding his broom in awe

"Yeah, Its all good, nothing was on it" He grinned up at me

"Well still, its better to be on the safe side"

"Harry- make sure you win" Percy whispered when The girl walked off "I haven't got ten galleons. Yes, im coming, Penny!"

"Penny! thats it, i knew it started with a P" i snapped my fingers.

"Sure you can manage that broom, Potter" Draco had said from behind me, I twisted around to glare at him

"Yeah, reckon so" Harry replied, not giving him a piece of mind

"Got plenty of special features, Hasn't it? Shame it doesn't come with a parachute- in case you get too near a dementor"

"Pity you can't attach an extra arm to yours, Malfoy Then it could catch the Snitch for you" Harry said.

The Gryffindor team roared with laughter, me joining in before clapping a hand over my mouth when Draco's eyes glared daggers at me before he stomped off.

"Bye, Harry" I waved to him then rushed back to my table, Draco was huddled with Crabbe Goyle and Marcus Flint, discussing something.

"What did I say?!" I barked at Blaise and Theo when I sat back down

"What the hell did we do?!" Theo argued

"You could've stopped him! He just made a fool of himself and no doubt he will take it out on us" I crossed my arms

"What were we supposed to do, go "Here Draco, Draco, come here boy, thats a good spoilt brat, do you want a treat?" Theo exaggerated, patting his knees as if he were calling a dog.

"What do you thinks he's talking about with them?" I asked them as we looked over to Malfoy still huddled up, talking to the thuggish boys.

"Probably plotting revenge" Blaise said.

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Aaron and Tall Reader HC's

He always moves his passenger car seat all the way back to accommodate your long legs before you get in the car.

When you start spending more nights together he gets a new mattress/bedframe to accommodate your height.

If anyone makes a "How's the weather up there," joke he shoots them a look that makes that person shut up.

He watches Tall Girl with you on Netflix and lets you complain through it the whole time.

Jack loves to play with you because when you lift him in the air (higher than Aaron even) he feels like he's touching the sky.

One night when you both come back home a bit drunk he places his hand over the door frame in case you forget to duck. He doesn't want you hitting your head.

You and Aaron can switch places while spooning and it's not awkward because you are near the same height.

Aaron laughs when he sees you in the bath for the first time because you just don't seem to fit in the small tub. You splash him with water for his actions.

Sharing clothes is easy. When Aaron comes into the office with a shirt that is not his, the team has ideas instantly.

I hope you enjoyed my love! It's domestic/soft Hotch hours.

Oh my goodess Levi the way my heart leapt seeing you have taken the time out of your busy day to go and write these for me just because I told you about my lovelife woes with my height!?!?!? you are so lovely sweetheart. Thank you soooooo much this is so thoughtful! <3 I love you.

This is so aaron. He pulls up to my place and does a double take getting out of the car bc he has to sit back down, push the seat back and then get out. I sure hope he drives a larger car too omg I have suffered enough neck pain in the name of love (take that as far out of context as you wish ;) )

God the way this would absolutely melt me. It'd be the first big proof that he's taking us very seriously, if he Buys a bigger BED just for me to be comfy at his place I'd want to put a ring on his finger then and there. Mind you he'd claim he's always wanted a bigger one and this was just the perfect excuse to finally give himself more room to spread out, but I know.

This is so necessary honestly because my frowny face is about as nonthreatening as a cranky toddler somehow so I really need him around to hand out all the stinkeyes I have trouble getting across. He wouldn't even need prompting either, he just knows when someone's being an ass.

Tall Girl actually did a number on me bc bro carrying around a milk crate for like five years just to kiss the girl of his dreams turned my brain to slime tbh. Aaron would make sure I know that he would have done the same if it was necessary but luckily his three inch thick briefcase pretty much ties us heightwise.

Jack is so mf cute and I would have to carry him always because reaching down to hold his hand when we walk would give me sm back pain ahahahahah but he can DEFINITELY catch a ride on my shoulders whenever he pleases.

I actually genuinely have the worst track record of bumping my head on doorframes bc without shoes on i'm like PRECISELY the height of the door so even 1cm boost and I'm bashing my crown. Bless him, even drunk he's so so so so SO considerate.

Ahhhhhhh yes we can pick any position to cuddle and be almost interchangeable!!!!!! I so desperately want to hold him like he's the one that's delicate and needs a little love and care and comfort because HE DOES. ALL THE TIME. Ahhh I would give anything to be able to hold him tight and make it all okay.

Yes god I have such a pipe dream of finally having one of those massive jacuzzi baths thats big enough for like a family of bears so me and aaron could BOTH fit for ... whatever bathtime activities we deem necessary! But yes. Me in your run-of-the-mill home baths is a sight to behold. Although I am known to crawl into them to talk to people whenever I'm too tipsy at a house party so Aaron would definitely have plenty of chances to cackle at my misfortune

I LOOOOOOOOOOVE this one so much! Sharing clothes with him would make me just feel that much closer to him and I wouldn't trade it for anything. If the team recognises before he's told them about us that he's starting to smell like me and dress like me and raids my wardrobe on his days off, then so be it. I would be so proud to have people know he's *mine*

leviiiiiiii I am now yearning like there's no tomorrow honey oh my goodness I need a life with him. I need it all!

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Hello! It's Winter! This idea came to me a few days ago, but I was finally able to write it today.

Fresh Cookies & A Closet

Just as she was pulling the chocolate chip cookies out of the oven, her youngest granddaughter came running into the kitchen. Almost in tears, she wailed at her grandmother. “Mamie! Mamie! I lost Daddy!” 

Brigitte had heard her husband laughing with the child only a few minutes ago. She assumed he couldn’t have gotten far. It was just an innocent game of hide & seek and Emmanuel would never hide in a spot too challenging for the little girl. 

“Sweetie, I’m sure he’s somewhere in the house,” Brigitte explained. 

“No! That’s just it - Daddy isn’t. I checked every room!” She said, pouting. “Did he leave? Is he outside?” 

Brigitte lifted the five-year-old onto the counter, lovingly kissing her forehead before she spoke. “I have a plan.” They were going to split up and look for Emmanuel separately. The prize: Whoever was lucky enough to find Daddy would get 2 freshly baked cookies instead of 1. 

After searching every room from top to bottom, Brigitte came up with a brilliant idea. Grabbing her cell phone off the table, she sent a text: “We give up. Where are you?” 

“I’m hiding in our bedroom closet. Come alone.” 

While the little girl was in the kitchen - searching under the table for the 20th time - Brigitte ran to the bedroom. 

She giggled when she saw her husband sitting under a pile of wool coats. Quickly pulling her inside the closet, he shut the door behind them. 

“What are you doing?” She squealed when she felt his fingers brush across her ass, teasingly grabbing a handful of her bare flesh. 

“I want some alone time with you,” he admitted before placing kisses on her exposed neck. “I love when you wear this dress. Easy access.” 

Brigitte moaned loudly when his hand roamed freely inside her panties. “We …. don’t … have … time.” 

He silenced her with a demanding kiss on the lips. “I’ve been successfully hiding here for the last 15 minutes. I think we’re safe for another 15.” 

Before pulling up her panties, which were now hanging around her ankles, she let out a loud sigh. “This is too risky. And we’re not particularly quiet when we c….” 

“Daddy!!!!! Mamie!!!” They heard the little one’s footsteps quickly approaching their hiding spot. Reluctantly, Emmanuel released Brigitte from his grip and adjusted the strap on her summer dress. Once his wife was presentable, Emmanuel called out, “We’re in here, sweetie!” 

Stomping her feet, the girl pulled open the closet door. “Mamie! There you are! Why are you in the closet with Daddy? This isn't part of the game!” 

Brigitte bit her bottom lip, buying a few seconds before she could come up with a lie on the spot. “Ummm…. We were looking for Daddy’s grey suit.” 

Emmanuel lifted his granddaughter high above his head before setting her down on his strong shoulders. “Come on honey, let’s grab some of Mamie’s fresh cookies.” 

A disappointed frown spread across her face, “I am only allowed to eat one because Mamie found you first.” 

Brigitte rubbed her back, “How about this? You get one cookie before lunch, so it doesn’t spoil your appetite, and then I’ll pack a bag for you to take home.” 

“Perfect! Can I have 4 if I promise to share with my brother?” 

“Of course. Now, let’s go enjoy the cookies while they’re still warm.” Brigitte led the way to the kitchen. 

Later that night, Emmanuel caught Brigitte blushing into the phone, the conversation sounding mysterious as he listened to his wife explain herself for the 3rd time. “She never left our sight….Well, never more than a few minutes! I promise!.. You know, I raised 3 kids myself. I’m not new to this. Give me and Emmanuel some credit.”  

“Who was that?” He asked when she ended the call. “Your face is as red as a tomato.” 

“Tiphaine. She was asking why we were hiding in the closet. It appears our granddaughter ratted us out to her mother.” 

He threw his head back in uncontrollable laughter, “Is nothing sacred between a husband and his wife?” 

“Not when we’re supposed to be watching our granddaughter.” 

“The little one will understand when she’s 30 years old,” Emmanuel retorted. "She'll discover why Mamie and Daddy were hiding in a closet."

“30?” Brigitte shrieked, “I was married with 2 kids by the time I turned 30!” 

“You started too young, Brigitte,” Emmanuel teased, “and with the wrong man too. I don’t want that for any of my grandchildren. They need to wait until they find the perfect mate. Unlike their Mamie....” 

“Watch what you say or you’ll be in big trouble, mister!” 

“I’ll be the one delivering the big, Madame. And it’s about time we finished what we started in the closet.”  

Hello Winter! ❤️

This story was so funnily adorable and with a touch of sexiness... well, or almost 🤭 The kid catching them in the closet when the fun was about to start and then even ratting them to her mother hahahaha precious 😂

Emmanuel is so full of himself there hahaha how not to love it 😏

Thank you so much, Winter! ❤️❤️❤️

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Dream Shop

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Tommy Merlyn x Fem!Smoak!Reader 

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Warnings: Nothing!

Y/N: Your Name 

Y/N/N: Your Nickname

Y/H/C: Your Hair Color

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Living in Star City was anything but easy. There were criminals learking around every corner, as well as meta-humans. However, the Green Arrow was there to keep them in check. Most people didn’t agree with his methods, but he was keeping our city safe. I was grateful that the Green Arrow was around, it meant less people that could possibly rob my little shop. I owned a tea and coffee shop near the former Glades. It wasn’t the best area for business, but everyone loved my shop so much that I was able to make a living. It was always my dream to run a tea shop, so I was proud of everything that I was doing. 

*Tommy’s POV* 

I opened the door to the little tea shop. I looked around at everyone sitting around at the tables. Most were people that lived near the area, there really weren’t many people from my tax bracket that came around the area. I took a seat at the only empty table and looked at the small menu. Everything was very affordable, which was perfect for the area it was in. The most appealing thing on the menu was a cinnamon tea. I normally just had coffee, but cinnamon tea sounded good. I also picked the plate of different cakes they made in house. I placed the menu down and looked up to see a waitress walking towards me. She was very cute and looked to be around my age. She was shorter than me, with Y/H/C. Her eyes were shining brightly, it matched her smile. She stopped in front of my table and pulled out a pen and a notepad from her apron. 

“Hi, welcome to Cuppa Corner! What could I get you?” She asked in a friendly and light voice. I gave her a small smile and glanced at the menu one more time.

“Can I get a cup of the cinnamon tea and that sampling of the delicious sounding cakes?” I asked and her smile seemed to brighten. 

“Amazing choices! I’ll get that started for you.” She said and went behind the counter, punching in the order. I looked around and noticed a few other workers in here, but the girl who took my order seemed to be doing the most. She was back behind the counter, making my tea and placing it on a small silver tray, then she reached into the display case and pulled out a little tower filled with small cakes. She placed that on the tray next to my tea and headed my way. She placed them each gently in front of me, all with a smile. 

“Thank you.” I said as I lifted the cup to my lips. It smelled like the perfect drink to have this time of the year. I took a sip and hummed happily. 

“This is amazing.” I said, looking up at the waitress. 

“Thank you, it’s my absolute favorite tea we make here.” She said and I smiled. 

“I can see why.” I said. 

“How long have you worked here?” I asked as I placed the cup down. 

“Since we opened.” She said with a small giggle. 

“Oh really? You know the owner?” I asked and she giggled again. 

“You’re looking at her.” She answered and my eyes widened a bit. 

“You own this place?” I asked and she nodded. 

“How’d you manage to get this place?” I asked. 

“It’s always been my dream to run a little tea shop, so when this building became available I jumped at the chance. My sister helped me out, but I paid her back everything she let me barrow.” She answered. 

“It’s really an amazing place. I don’t come around this part of town to often, but your place just caught my eye.” I said and she smiled. 

“That’s what I like to hear.” She said. I heard the little bell to the front door chime, but neither of us looked. 

“Y/N?” I heard a familiar voice call. The girl I was talking to turned her head and her eyes lit up. 

“Felcity! What are you doing here?” She asked as a familiar face made her way over. 

“I came to get a cup of coffee, gonna be a long night, oh, hey Tommy.” Felicity said when she noticed me after pulled away from hugging the girl, who’s name was apparently Y/N.

“You guys know each other?” Y/N asked. 

“He’s friends with my boss, Oliver Queen.” She said, like she was reminding Y/N. Y/N rolled her eyes. 

“I know who your boss it, Fel.” She said and Felicity laughed. 

“Then you must reconize, Tommy Merlyn.” She said and motioned towards me. Y/N looked at me and her eyes widened. 

“Oh my God.” She said and Felicity laughed. 

“Thanks Felicity.” I sarcastically said and she laughed again. 

“If I didn’t tell my sister now, she would have never figured it out.” She said and my eyes widened. 

“This is your sister?” I asked Y/N and she nodded. 

“What a small world.” I said and Y/N nodded in agreement. 

“Anyway, one extra strong coffee, coming right up!” Y/N said and headed back behind the counter. 

“When were you going to introduce us to your sister?” I asked as Felicity took a seat across from me. 

“Y/N’s always busy with the cafe, I have to literally drag her out of here sometimes.” She answered and I chuckled. 

“Has Oliver met her yet?” I asked and she shook her head. 

“Like I said, trying to get Y/N out of here is probably the hardest thing to do. She loves this place and don’t get me wrong I’m so happy for her, but she hardly has a life anymore.” She answered sadly. Y/N walked back over with a large coffee and placed it in front of her sister. 

“Here you go! One extra strong coffee, on the house.” Y/N said with a wink. Felicity rolled her eyes and reached into her purse. 

“Don’t you dare! I told you a million times, you do not pay here.” Y/N said sternly. 

“Come on, Y/N/N, you deserve the money.” Felicity said and Y/N shook her head. 

“Nope, I refuse to take anymore of your money.” She said while crossing her arms. 

“Fine, but you have to promise me that you’re gonna take at least two days off this week.” Felicity said and Y/N sighed. 

“I have a lot of work to do here, Fel, you know I can’t just take a day off.” Y/N said and Felicity shook her head. 

“You’re the owner, Y/N, you can take some time off once in awhile, you don’t need to be here 24/7.” Felicity said. 

“How about you take tomorrow off and I take you to one of my favorite placed for dinner?” I asked and the girls looked at me with wide eyes. 

“Huh?” Y/N asked confused. 

“It’s only fair since you told me this was your favorite tea.” I said and she smiled with a small blush. 

“Um… I-I guess I can take tomorrow off.” She said with a slight stutter. 

“Oh so that’s what it takes? A date?” Felicity asked and Y/N blushed deeper. 

“He never said it was a date!” Y/N said and her sister rolled her eyes. 

“Tell her it’s a date.” Felicity said to me. 

“If you’d like it to be, I’d be more than happy to call it a date.” I said and Y/N smiled shly at me. 

“Okay… then it’s a date.” Y/N said and I smiled. 

“Perfect.” I said as I took a bite of one of the cakes. It was just as delicious as I thought it would be.

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hey remember how i got super excited about the snippet the other week, well i'm back with chapter 15 lmao leaving it open for anyone else that's also impatient and tagging: @sparatus @thetrashbagswasteland @teamdilf @princess-prawn @tabswrites @liv-is

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The line went silent and once more Talus was alone with nothing left to keep him company but his terrible thoughts and a worried varren. He took another swig from the bottle of whisky he’d been nursing for most of the night — or very early morning, he wasn’t sure anymore. It all bled together after his would-be daughter-in-law decided to take his two remaining sons away. Didn’t she have enough? Couldn’t her daddy’s money buy her another husband, another son? He’d worked for everything his whole goddamn life, and she’d just shown up all pretty in her gourmet — no, couture? Whatever. It was all made by some other rich fucks whose names he couldn’t pronounce.

‘Gaultius,’ Kadmos huffed, dusting some unseen dirt off his lapel. As if merely being around his trash twin was so unclean. ‘But that isn’t the point, Talus—’

‘Nah, the point’s you gotta appease your fuckin’ guilt for abandonin’ me an’ Ma—’

‘Ascina abandoned us for drugs before we’d even opened our eyes, Talus, it isn’t my fault you’ve chosen to keep yours shut!’

Talus tipped the bottle back again and found it as empty as his home. A startled yelp and a loud crash later, it laid in a thousand glittering pieces on the floor.

Much like him, but he was more of a crumpled, sobbing heap. A sad sack of shit, if one were so inclined.

He grabbed at the snout roughly attempting to push under his chin and reluctantly lifted his head from its resting place in his palms so Fishdog could waddle into his lap. It wasn’t Atria, with her endless questions and wild ideas. Or Linni, with his bright eyes that looked so much like his mother’s and held all the innocence he wish they held onto a little longer. Or Fira, with her generous laughs and the secret smiles she held just for him. But it was enough.

‘This don’t make us good,’ he told his estranged uncle from the passenger seat. As many times at Teker had glanced over at him, opened his mouth to speak, Talus was proud he went the whole flight to Cipritine and the whole drive to Valetoria’s place without looking at him once.

‘Didn’t expect it to,’ his uncle replied.

Val provided a good enough distraction for both of them, and his uncle’s fussing almost, almost convinced him to change his mind. That the wiry fuck wasn’t the same piece of shit that killed Ma.

Talus helped Valetoria to the rear cabin, just in case the bastard decided to take another mother away from her son. They hopped from his uncle’s ship to the one Temek had chartered without so much as a goodbye, and skipped off to Terminus space to find a minister to marry them.

At least Atria didn’t hate him. That brought his total count of two whole people in the galaxy that didn’t, if he counted Fishdog as people. Atria was alive, she didn’t hate him, and she had folks looking out for her. She was fine. He hugged Fishdog tighter.

“You’re right,” he slurred in response to the slow huff behind his mandible. “We gotta get ready so she don’t come home to… this.” He grimaced at the state of the living room and sighed when he realized the rest of the first floor looked much the same. Ignoring the shimmer of silver plates and blue-stained gossamer to his left, he stumbled to his feet on the third try, and to his credit, he only bumped into the same piece of furniture twice, thank you very much. His hand hit the switch for the outside light with a little more force than he anticipated, but it had long since gone numb. “Jus’ like her mama, that one,” he huffed. “Hates a messy house.”

The shimmer solidified more into a twisted, mangled thing and he forced himself to look away. She wasn’t real. If she was real, he would have to admit things he wasn’t ready to admit. Would never be ready to admit.

‘Fuck are you doin’ here?’ Tiberius was never the friendliest-looking of his uncles, and the addition of a metal jaw did nothing to help his image. ‘Someone finally give you what you deserved, eh?’

His uncle winced. Talus reached for the shotgun at his back. Maybe he’d finish the job, especially if the big bastard woke Linni. Good thing he’d sent Atria on an errand when he did. ‘I see a few years out in Terminus hasn’t changed you one bit. Where’s—’

‘Out. Like you should be.’

‘I’m not your enemy—’

‘An’ that’s why you’re walkin’ outta here alive.’

When he turned to grab the broom, he slipped on a wet spot that wasn’t there before, just barely managing to catch his fall with his face and sparing his poor arms the responsibility of doing their job. His vision flickered once, twice, and then he blissfully allowed the concussion to take him away from the rotting, purple-lacquered toeclaws stepping into view.

Talus woke some moments later a little dizzy, with a mysterious dull ache pulsing across the right side of his face. Deep, dark blue was smeared across the floor and something inside him panicked, ripping open still-fresh emotional scars — it was quelled when, through the syrupy haze of his higher brain processes, he realized the blood on the floor was his. Not hers. He’d slipped in whisky, he wasn’t on the Galatea, and he’d walked over broken glass in a thin slipper.

“Ah, that ain’t good,” he grumbled, probably too casual for a drake who’d just woken up bleeding on the floor. Nothing for it, he couldn’t feel it anyway. It’d scab over eventually, like his leg. Like his heart.

Teker had a lot of nerve stepping foot on their street, much less on their property.

‘Fuck’re you doin’ here?’ Talus slurred.

‘I called him, Talus.’ Camicidia stalked down the stairs in her fancy fucking shoes and her goddamn dressing gown, as if she’d made herself at home. ‘Keep your voice down, Atria’s upstairs.’

His jaw creaked. She was lucky he could barely see straight at the moment.

‘Where’s Fira?’

‘You keep her name outta your fuckin’—’

‘Shut up, Talus, fuck’s sake.’ Cami held up a credit chit. ‘It’s ten percent of takings, right?’

He hated the fucking pity in Teker’s eyes. Hated him. ‘Don’t worry about it,’ his uncle said — to Cami, not to him, the patriarch of the house, the owner of the house. Like he was some kind of incompetent invalid, and she was his guardian. ‘Think I could talk to Atria for a—’

‘Lil late to gun her mama down and take her away, Razor,’ Talus spat. ‘You keep her name outta your kin-killin’ mouth, too.’

It took five attempts to get off the ground, and he had to lean on the wall, but he finally managed to get the glass swept up. He blew out Atria’s candle first, then hesitated over Fira’s. It was always hard to extinguish her candle’s flame, to distance himself from the bastards that extinguished hers. He finally exhaled a shaky breath, and as the acrid smoke rose from the wick, another scent took its place. She flickered just outside his field of vision again. She was getting easier to ignore. So was the smell, sickly sweet vanilla and incense ash and the pervasive undercurrent of rot. He almost didn't gag.