#with such clear love in her sleepy eyes n when i said hi baby she stretched her paw out towards my face n closed her eyes n did a big sigh

[kingtankgirl]

category 5 need to hold my kitty event

#shes tracking birds outside the window rn but earlier she was laying on me n looked back at me #with such clear love in her sleepy eyes n when i said hi baby she stretched her paw out towards my face n closed her eyes n did a big sigh #n i was so awestruck like. she is so good at communicating herself n that was so clearly an i love you in kitty speak... #she'd also been trying to hang out w me all day but i was cleaning/collaging so i think she was rly grateful 2 finally get papa time #anyway. sometimes a little animal makes it all worth it

[starbright349]

Beautiful Angel (Adam X Female Angel Reader)

In the celestial realms of Heaven, where ethereal beauty and eternal joy abound, lived Adam, the first man, and his heavenly bride, (Y/N). Their love was a reflection of divine grace, a union that transcended time itself. Today marked a special occasion—the anniversary of their celestial marriage.

(Y/N) woke up early, her luminous wings fluttering with excitement. She decided to surprise Adam with his favorite breakfast, a celestial feast that radiated with the essence of love. The aroma of ambrosial delights filled the air as she floated through the heavenly abode, preparing the breakfast with celestial ingredients.

She wasn't worried too much. She had left a lot of small hints about their anniversary for the past few days, so Adam wouldn't forget.

As the sun began to cast its golden rays across the heavenly realm, (Y/N) glanced at the mirror and decided to add a touch of celestial charm to her appearance. She decided to wear her favorite outfit that had her favorite colors on it. With a subtle touch of makeup that accentuated her otherworldly beauty, she felt ready to captivate Adam's heart once more.

Downstairs in the kitchen, (Y/N) placed the heavenly spread on a table adorned with flowers that emanated a fragrance only found in paradise. The aroma wafted through the air, and the anticipation of their anniversary celebration filled her with joy.

Feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness, Adam ascended from their bedroom to the kitchen. "Morning babe." Adam yawned with sleepy eyes as he walked to his wife. "Good morning, Adam." (Y/N) and planted a kiss on his cheek. He smiled softly and went to take his seat that table. Once his eyes were adjusted to being awake. Adam noticed his favorite breakfast on the table.

"Whoa, you made my favorite? What's the occasion?" Adam knew that you only severed his favorite breakfast on special occasions... or when you really, really wanted something. "Oh, no occasion, just wanted to make something special for my special husband."

(Y/N) smiled and fluttered her eyes at Adam, but all he did was shrug his shoulders and dug into his breakfast. Prior to this day, (Y/N) had been dropping hints for days, hoping that Adam wouldn't forget their special day.

As they both ate together, talking about random things. (Y/N) didn't bring up the topic of anniversary's since she wanted to see what would happen if she just let the day happen and not make anything happen.

Once Adam was done with his breakfast, he placed his dishes in the sink and washed them off. "I wish I could stay here longer babe, but I gotta get to Sera, she needs something important. I don't fuckin know I wasn't paying attention." (Y/N) looked at Adam with a little disappointment, "Aww, but you've been working with Sera for weeks, and I was hoping you would clear you schedule today. I wanted to spend some time with you."

Adam gave (Y/N) a smile and walked up to and lead to her level. "I know baby, but Sera needs this, according to her 'I need to do my part, in my Heavenly responsibilities." Adam said trying to imamate Sera, but it was really bad. "I'll be home in a few hours." Adam kissed her forehead and flew upstairs to get ready.

Sighed disappointedly and picked up the leftover dishes on the table and put them in the sink, but she had hope that Adam was going to do something special for her when he came down stairs.

As (Y/N) was cleaning up breakfast, Adam was about to walk out the door. "Later babe." Thats all he said before a shut the door and flew away. He didn't even say 'I love you.' or 'Happy Anniversary.'

Now instead of feeling sad, she felt angry and sad. She had a whole day planned for them, after breakfast (Y/N) wanted to their favorite cafe for their favorite trats and drinks, then go to the park where they had their first date. It was a picnic date, then they would come home and watch the first movie they watched together, and after words. (Y/N) would make Adam his favorite food, ribs, and maybe some nightly action in the bedroom. ;)

Having these feelings inside her, jumble up into a big mess. She fell to her knees and cried. (Y/N) didn't know why, maybe it was because he forgot, or because she thought that Adam didn't love as much anymore.

Either way, she was still very upset at Adam.

*A few Hours Later*

The whole day, until nightfall. (Y/N) spent crying or feeling sorry for herself and her marriage. She remembers how things were so much simpler then when they first got married, Adam used to make time for her and only her.

He would always shower her in love, attention, and affection. As she would do the same thing to him. But with these past few weeks, and Adam disappearing for hours, gone for entire nights even. (Y/N) feared that her and Adam's marriage was dying.

As she was on the couch with a blanket wrapped around her, watching the movie that her and Adam were meant to watch together. The door suddenly opened to reveal Adam, with a smile on his face that used to make (Y/N) melt, but instead she saw it as a stupid boy look.

"Hey babe." Adam said and walked up to (Y/N) to leaned down to kiss her. But the damage was done, and (Y/N) felt a wave of frustration wash over her as she pushed his face back with her hand. "Piss of Adam." (Y/N) said, clearly annoyed.

Adam looked at (Y/N) in confusion but he changed the look on his face. "Look (Y/N), I know that is short notice and your pissed off at me for something. But I really need you to and get dressed for an event." (Y/N) looked at with her 'death stare.' More annoyed than ever that Adam not only forgot their anniversary but also had the audacity to ask her to an event, possible one that would make him look better.

"I would rather choke on a sandpaper cock than do that, but then again. Being married to you, there really is no difference since you are quite a dick yourself." (Y/N) said as put on half on the blanket on her head for warmth.

"Babe listen, the clock is ticking here, and we don't have much time. So, I need you to get dressed right now." "Piss off!" (Y/N) said while filling her husband off. At the point, Adam was getting really annoyed with his wife's actions, he walked and stood in front of her, then tore the blanket off (Y/N) and leaned Infront of her face. "I am giving you one more chance wifey. Go and get ready for the event, otherwise I'll make you."

(Y/N) stood up and stared at Adam for a moment before she slapped him.

Adam held his face for a few seconds before he grabbed her waist and picked her up and put her on his shoulder. "Adam what are you-" "Sorry babe, but we don't have a lot of time." Adam said while holding (Y/N) tightly as she struggled and yelled. Adam led (Y/N) out of the house and flew away.

*A few minutes later*

Adam had taken (Y/N) to a dark spot in Heaven, she didn't care where she was, she wanted to get out of Adam's grip. Once Adam landed on the ground, he finally put (Y/N) down after what seemed like hours but it actually 15-20 minutes' worth of flying.

(Y/N) landed hard on her ass, but once she got up, she started scolding Adam, as he had a stupid smile on his face, almost like a smirk. "What the fuck Adam?! If you couldn't tell already, I'm very pissed at you. And you wanna know why? It's because you forgot our-"

Before (Y/N) could finish her sentence, the lights suddenly turned on to reveal a bunch of her and Adam's friends dressed up, fairy lights, a bunch of her and Adam's favorite food and alcohol on a table in one corner and a stage.

"Surprise!" Everyone said. (Y/N) covered her mouth in shock, finally figuring out what was going on. Adam still had that smile on his face as he leaned down. "Happy anniversary babe." He said and kissed (Y/N)'s cheek, she then turned her head to him. "You did all this for me?"

Adam nodded and snaped his fingers that changed (Y/N)'s outfit into a beautiful dress, transformed her hair into her favorite style, and gave her some light makeup on her face. "No-one else but for you. You're my angel (Y/N), and I love you." (Y/N) smiled at her outfit and Adam's beautiful words. She jumped up and hugged him then kissed his lips.

Adam wanted to take a step further and decided to dip (Y/N) in the process. Their clapped and cheered for the couple. Once they pulled away, (Y/N) whispered to her husband. "I'm sorry for slapping you." "And I'm sorry for dragging you out of the house like that." They both chuckled and had one more kiss.

*A few more hours later*

(Y/N) and Adam were having a great time at their party, some friends giving them gifts, others sharing funny stories about them before/after they got married.

As (Y/N) talking to one of her friends, Adam stood up on the stage. Grabbing everyone's attention; including (Y/N)'s.

"This is my biggest gift for my beautiful wife, I love you (Y/N)."

(Adam): Hey. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful angel.

(Y/N) walked slowly to the stage with a look of shock on her face.)

(Adam): Love your imperfections, every angle. Tomorrow comes and goes before you know. So, I just had to let you know.

(Adam pulls (Y/N) on stage and held one of her hands.)

(Adam): The way that Gucci look on you amazing.

(He then twirls (Y/N) around making her back face him, as he slides his free hand up her back)

(Adam): But nothing can compare to when you're naked.

(Y/N) blushes and turns around to playfully slap his hand away from her)

(Adam): Now a backwood and some Henny got you faded. Saying you the one for me, I need to face it.

(Adam starts walking around (Y/N) while giving that look that made her melt again.)

(Adam): Started when we were younger. Swear to God that I loved her. Sorry that your mom found out.

(Y/N) tried to hide her red face.)

(Adam): Guess that we just really had the thunder. Ain't nobody else that I'd be under. Beautiful, beautiful life right now. Beautiful, beautiful night right now. No no nooooo.

(Adam removed (Y/N)'s hands from her face and put his hand underneath her chin to make her look him)

(Adam): Hey. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful angel. Love your imperfections, every angle.

(Adam brushed some hair behind (Y/N)'s ear as they both stared into each other's eyes)

(Adam): Tomorrow comes and goes before you know. So, I just had to let you know.

(Adam leaned into kiss (Y/N) on the lips again, but she stopped him, took the microphone from his hand.)

(Y/N): Oh, my God, where did the time go? I wish the hours would go slow, how is it 6 a.m?

(Y/N) started to dance seductively Infront of Adam, not caring about the other angels watching her.)

(Y/N): Your touch is heaven-sent. Beautiful, beautiful sight right now. Beautiful, beautiful life right now.

(Y/N) came close to Adam as she continued dancing.)

(Y/N): Got the angels singin' ooh-ah, right now like (ooh-ah). And this is why we got to touch (ah). Sometimes words are not enough (no)

(Y/N) put her finger up to her tongue and licked it, making sure to have some saliva on it)

(Y/N): Painted in your golden kiss. Honey dripping from your lips.

(Y/N) wiped her saliva covered finger on something that wasn't her dress.)

(Y/N): I thank God and my lucky stars. Darling, don't you know what you are?

(Y/N) fluttered her eyes at Adam, who was blushing but also smiling.)

(Y/N): Yeah, baby, you are. ~

(Adam put his one of hands on (Y/N)'s waist as she put one of her hands on his neck, and they both held the microphone together.)

(Adam/(Y/N): Hey (hey, baby). Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful angel (ooh).

(Adam and (Y/N) began to dance romantically, Adam even spinning (Y/N) in the air.)

(Adam/(Y/N): Love your imperfections, every angle (oh, no, yeah). Tomorrow comes and goes before you know (you know). So, I just had to let you know.

(Adam and (Y/N) continued to dance with each other, not taking their eyes off each other.)

(Adam/(Y/N): The way that Gucci look on you, amazin'. But nothing can compare to when you're naked.

(Adam and (Y/N) let go of each other for a moment before they clanged on to each other again.)

(Adam/(Y/N): Tomorrow comes and goes before you know. So, I just had to let you know (ah-ah, yeah). I just had to let you know. Swear to God, you're beautiful, yeah.

(Adam and (Y/N) started into each other's eyes again, before Adam dipped (Y/N) again and they both shared a passionate kiss.)

*End of the song*

Adam and (Y/N) continued to kiss each other until the claps and cheers of their friends interrupted them, they pulled away and looked at the audience for a moment before looking at each other again.

They both couldn't contain their laughter and put their foreheads together. "Thank you, Adam." "Your welcome babe." they stayed quiet for a moment. Before she spoke.

"I have your present back at home. And you get to unwrap it in bed, if you know what I mean."

(Y/N) winked at Adam. And once he heard that, he smiled.

"Oh, fuck yes."

#hazbin hotel #adam x reader #adam hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #x reader

[nieceeee]

"DATE NIGHT"

P/S: "So how was the date" babydaddy!eren x reader once she makes it home from her night out.

W/C: 1388

A/N: Okay this is so fluffy and emotional, Rennie is such a freaking sweetheart and reader is a roller-coaster of emotions, y'all asked or part two so here we go! if I do a part 3 it may be from Eren's point of view and what happens when he makes it home to his girlfriend after staying all night at his baby mama's house...

today will definitely be a double drop day for all the love because we love sweet Rennie but daddy Rennie is a whole different vibe!

also I usually write from first person POV so if you see and I or ME that's what that is, let me know if y'all care about that and if y'all want to read in that POV.

Previous Fic: Let Me Help

Part One: Its Better This Way

All throughout the night, you try your best to focus on the man sitting in front of you but you mind refuses to think about anything other than the father of your child. You hope that the nice man who invited you to dinner wouldn't notice the way your eyes shifted. The way you lose interest in the fact that his eyes weren’t that emerald green you loved so much. “So yes, what about you?” his voice cut in. Your eyes widened slightly as you registered the question. “Oh, I’m just testing the waters on life.” you responded smoothly. He smiled and continued talking, unaware of your lack of interest. 

“Thank you again for tonight. It was very nice.” you muster the strength to say to your date as he walks you to your car. “You’re welcome. Hopefully, we can get together again some time.” He questions hopefully. Not likely you think to yourself but you smile anyway. “One day.” You shrug slightly. He opens the driver side door for you and allows you to step inside. “Goodnight.” you say unable to bring yourself to give him a gentle peck on the cheek of appreciation or even a simple hug. Thankfully he doesn't press the matter, simply providing you a small nod  of gratitude as he steps out of your way. You  pull out of the parking lot and turn onto the road.

 “Hey Siri, call Rennie.” you say as you pull up to a red light. He picks up on the second ring. “Yeah?” His sleepy voice vibrates through the speaker of the phone sending an unnecessary chill down your spine. You clear your throat slightly, hoping to relieve the tension. “I’m headed home. You still there?” you ask. You try your best to mask the hopefulness in your voice as you ask the question. “Yeah, I’m here. Just got little man down and I guess I dozed off with him.” He answered quietly. A small smile tugged at your lips as the image popped into your head. “Okay be there soon.” A little cry sounded in the background. “I think he heard your voice.” Eren said, chuckling softly. You hear him shuffling to standing and the gentle hitch in his breath as he leans down to pick up your child. “It’s okay little man. Daddy’s got you. Mommy will be home soon.” He whispered to him. “I’ll be there in 10.” you say before disconnecting the call. You rush as fast as you can back to your apartment. 

Turning into the driveway, you cut the engine and locked your doors. Your mother’s car wasn’t here anymore. You quickly make your way to the front door, unlocking it and stepping inside. Quietly shutting it behind you and making sure it was locked, you clack your way up the steps to your bedroom. The nursery door is open when you get up there. You peek in to see Eren slowly rocking your son, smiling down at him. Your heart lurches slightly in your chest at the sight. You take a slow step back to collect yourself but he looks up and sees you, those eyes you had been dreaming about on your date meeting yours, before you could turn around and go to your room. “Hey.” He smiles. “Hi. Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt your quality time.” you say. “All good. I was just laying him back down. You need to go get changed and everything? I don't mind waiting on you to finish up.” He offers. He leans over and places your child gently back into his crib. “Yeah, I won't be long.” you say. He follows you into your room, closing the door gently behind him. 

“So how was the date?’ He asks leaning against the doorframe, arms crossing over his chest. Two pulses shoot down through your core but you shift your eyes away slowly. You plop down on the bed in a huff. “That good, huh?” He teases, walking over to kneel in front of you. The image of him on his knees before you bringing up long lost memories as you swallow hard. You take a slow breath to focus on the current moment. “You don’t have to do that.” you say softly. “Yeah, I know.” He responds. His warm hands wrap around your ankle as he carefully slips your heels off, placing them down by the foot of the bed. Then he gently holds your foot in his hand, massaging the swollen parts. You sigh quietly at the relief of his fingers working into the aches of your arches. He carefully rubbed the knots from both feet before releasing you. “Thank you.” you whisper. A gentle smile tugs at his lips. “Go, take a bath, get changed. I’ll be here when you get out.” He says standing back up and going back to the nursery.

You grab some clothes and make your way into the bathroom, trying not to think too much about what just happened, the warmth of his hands still lingering against your skin as you turn the water on and step inside. After you have cleaned yourself up and done your nighttime routine, you walk back towards your bedroom. He is sitting on the bed, your child in his arms waiting patiently. “He must be hungry.” you say walking to the bed. Eren stands as you toss the covers aside and scoot onto the mattress. You prop yourself up against the pillows and Eren hands you your nursing pillow. You press it into place and Eren reaches down and lays your child on top. He turns away towards the wall to allow you to unsnap your bra and let c/n latch. 

“All good.” You clear your throat, alerting him to turn back and face you. “So, the date?” He asks again, taking that same spot in front of you on the bed. “I don't know. I mean he seemed nice but…” you pause, not able to tell him that the real reason you couldn't enjoy your date was that he was on your mind the entire time. “I just don't think I’m ready. Not now anyway.” you say shifting your gaze down to the bundle you held in your arm. “Understandable.” he reaches over and gives your knee a gentle squeeze. “It will happen in time. Don’t rush yourself. But also, give yourself grace. It’s okay to get back out there.” He encourages you. Your chest tightens with emotions but you mask it with a soft smile. You both sit in each other's company, the soft fan and the suckling of a child the only noises being made.

After c/n is done feeding, you burp and change him and Eren lays him back down in the crib. He places a gentle kiss to his forehead before whispering something slightly to him.  You stand at the doorway, waiting to walk him out.  You both walk to the living room in silence but he pauses at the door. “Babydoll...” he calls softly. “Yeah?" Eren turns to you, a longing glossy look in his eyes. Your heartbeat speeds up and a lump forms in your throat. “Do you think?” he pauses, trying to figure out if he should ask but he chooses to push through the anxiousness. “Do you think one day this would have worked?” He asks. You are at a loss for words. You hadn’t really discussed how things ended with you since that day you left him standing in the mall with her. “E, I-..” You didn't know how to respond. He drops his head slowly and a sharp pain hits your chest. “I get it.” He responds, voice barely above a whisper. You open your mouth to speak again but he simply pulls you into a hug. You rest your head against his chest, finding solace in his warmth and steadiness in the rhythm of his heartbeat. After what felt like seconds, he reluctantly pulls back and plants a kiss on your forehead. “Ren…” you start. “Goodnight my sweet babydoll.” He whispers before turning and walking out the door. You lock the door behind him before leaning back against it. You don't realize the tears are falling until you feel your butt hitting the floor and drops sliding from your face down to your arms.

#aot x reader #aot x y/n #fem!reader #baby daddy eren #eren aot #eren x black reader #eren x reader #eren yeager #aot fluff #aot x you

[creative-heart]

Hey lucia, welcome back to writing <3 can you write something with kuku? Just him being protective and cute after reader's night out taking care of her and everything (maybe some smut?but only if u feel confy with that :)

Hi Sweetheart! I'm sorry it took a while for me to get back to you, it's been a busy birthday weekend here, but alass, here is our loving caring...in many one ways, Esteban Kukuriczka 🥰😍 I hope you enjoy this and that I made justice to what you had in mind when you requested this.

"Into the Morning light" Esteban Kukuriczka x Fem! reader

+18 ONLY If you do not want to read the smut part, stop reading at "Y/N smirked, feeling the older guy’s stare glued to her"

T.W: Mentions of drunkness, smut, Oral (fem receiving), 3pov, fem. reader

Other than that, kuku being an absolut sweetheart taking care of y/n after a night out in more ways than one.

Word Count: 1.6k ish

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Esteban jolt awaken by the call ringtone he had set up especificaly for Y/N, it was 4 a.m and she had gone out to town with her girl friends. He knew nothing entirely good could be up if she was calling him, as he grabbed his phone, he just hoped it wasn’t the worst case scenario running through his sleepy brain “hello?” he cleared the sleep from his throat “Y/N/N baby, everything okay?”.

“Mmhmm, everything’s fine teddybear” she slurred through the phone as Kuku sighed on the other end of the line knowing she was quite drunk if she was calling him that petname, “can you pleeassseee come pick me up?” she pouted to the phone even if the older one couldn’t see it. Esteban hummed in agreement already halfway dressed.

“Stay right there, I’ll be over in 5 minutes love” he hung up and out the door he went walking to the car as he fixed his t-shirt and drove over to the club Y/N had gone out to. When he got there he pulled up and got out of the car walking towards his girlfriend who was resting against a wall. 

“You came baby!!” she giggled and wrapped her arms tightly around the taller man’s neck kissing him shortly. Esteban chuckled at the state his girlfriend was in and pulled away gently placing his hands on her waist. 

“of course I did babygirl, you call, I come” he kissed her forehead wrapping his arm around her waist protectively walking her over to the car listening to her ramble on about her night and looking over at her “I think we’re gonna get you a cup of coffee and a glass of water once we get home, you’ve had some to drink, haven’t you?” Y/N nodded giggling and looking up at the gorgeous man’s eyes slightly closed as he helped the brunette in the car.

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When they got home and Kuku helped her out of the car she had taken her shoes off already “owe, the gravel hurts” she whined pouting, her demeanor always getting whiny when she drank- which Esteban actually found adorable- so as soon as those words got out of his lady’s lips she swooped her up in his arms and placed a short, loving kiss on her lips.

“And we wouldn’t want the princess’s feet to get hurt now, would we?” he said quietly to her ear as she shook her head biting her lip gently- she always found it so sexy when Esteban got all caring and protective of her, even if she was a tad drunk she could feel herself getting turned on by this gorgeous man she called her own- He looked at her and chuckled softly when he realised she was staring at him as he walked them in the house “are you trying to memorize every feature of mine love? you’re staring” placing a small kiss on the tip of her nose he placed her down on the couch as she bit her lip “now, stay here while I get you some water and coffee alright?” she nodded in agreement and sat there, the bodycon dress she had worn out scrunching up a bit around her thighs. He took a quick glance down her girlfriend’s body before walking over to the kitchen. 

Y/N sat back on the couch, legs stretched out and crossed in front of her as she watched him move around in the kitchen love and lust mixing in her eyes as she did- did he suddenly get sexier than usual? or is this just the alcohol in her veins and the love in her heart talking?- no matter what it was, she knew one thing, she loved that tall skinny man with every inch of her body. When he felt his girlfriend’s eyes glued to his back he turned around drinks in hand just as she looked away feeling as if she had gotten caught doing something she shouldn’t be doing. “Where you staring babygirl?” he said in a soft teasing tone, the length of her legs under that short dress that she wore so well not going unnoticed by the man while he handed the coffee over to Y/N.

She bit her lip gently taking the mug “thanks….no…maybe” she blushed and took a sip of the hot, bitter beverage and sight feeling it warm up her insides, or maybe that was just from being cared on like this by Esteban. After the coffee was gone, she drank some water and smiled “already feeling a bit better” she said, still clearly under the influence of the drinks, but a little more put together and definitely feeling a little mischievous she placed a soft kiss on the corner of her boyfriend’s lips and got up, making sure to hold onto his thigh to get up. Esteban looked up at her back as she walked past him, his eyes already darker than before as he kept his eyes glued to her while she made her way up the stairs to their bedroom.

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Y/N smirked, feeling the older guy’s stare glued to her ass as she walked, knowing full well a few things, one, Esteban loved that dress on her- he had even said so as she got ready earlier- two her holding onto his thigh could send him spiraling, and three she was determined to tease the living hell out of that poor man, as she walked into the bedroom they shared, she picked up her favorite shirt from him and walked to the bathroom to get ready for bed, she took the dress and underwear off and put on the shirt, buttoning up just enough buttons to have it close at the right places, as she retouched her lipstick she could hear kuku’s footsteps come into the room and then into bed settling himself to go back to sleep, assuming she wouldn’t be in the mood right now, after all it was, almost 5:30 in the morning, so when he saw her walk out of the bathroom in just his shirt he couldn’t help but smirk as he sat up on the bed. “What are you doing wearing that shirt baby?” he said lowly, not even trying to hide the lust in his voice or his stare.

She made her way to the bed smiling innocently “oh, I can totally take it off if you want…”she said cutely aiming for the buttons as she sat right across his lap, one leg on either side of his body. He quickly stopped her and shook his head, “oh no baby girl, leave that on for me” he said quietly as he leaned in to leave a trail of wet  kisses from her lips down her jaw and making his way to the spot below her ear where he gently nibbed at her skin, eliciting a quiet breathy moan from Y/N’s lips at the same time as his hands ran slowly up her thighs, only to find out she was wearing only his shirt he moved his head back eyebrow quirked “oh, that’s how you wanna play it tonight baby?” he growled quietly holding her waist and in one swift motion leaving her trapped against the mattress holding her body there with his.

Esteban kissed Y/N quickly but full of passion an neediness before moving himself down between his girlfriend’s thighs gently pushing her knees apart as he locked eyes with her slowly kissing and nipping up her inner thighs. Y/N’s hands found their place in his hair, racking her fingers through it encouraging him to move a bit faster, even tho she knew he would take his time, eating her out always being his favorite part. He loved the sounds he could coax from the lady’s mouth just by using his. As he looked up through his lashes at her, he took his tongue to her clit savoring it as if it were the best ice cream on the hottest summer day. “Babe” she moaned whining for more, that simple touch not being even nearly enough to calm her ache for him.

“Hmm?” he hummed not moving away from his task sending a delicious wave of vibrating electricity through Y/N’s body causing it to jerk forward seeking more of his touch which he used to slide one of his long fingers inside of her accompassing it to the rhythm of his tongue still lapping at her sensitive nub. He kept moving, taking his clues and cues from the exquisit moans and whimpers that escaped Y/N’s lips as he picked up his pace sliding a second finger in before curling them to graze that sweet little spot inside her that he knew drove her absolutely insane. 

“Fuck Esteban!” she moaned louder as she could feel the tension building inside her lower stomach with each one of his fingers thrusts trying to move against him in the same way “babe… I’m so…I’m gonna… fuck it feels so good” she muttered out in incoherent phrases as her brain grew foggier with lust. 

Surely, soon enough, Y/N bucked her hips forward moaning and tugging kuku’s hair as she reached her high, Esteban helping her ride it out before slowly pulling away and moving up to kiss her, slow and tender, full of love just as her eyes fluttered closed, prisoner to the mixture of pleasure and sleep. He held the love of his life closer and covered themselves up with the bedsheets, all that mattered to him, was seeing her satisfied, he kissed her head and settled down Y/N already half asleep in her boyfriend’s arms after being loved well into the morning light.

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A/N: I must admit, I am not entirely well after writing this, so I hope you all enjoyed it 😘😉🤭

@madame-fear @cyliarys-starlight @espinasrubi @candycanes19

#esteban kukuriczca fanfic #kuku fic #fluff #smut #esteban kukuriczka smut #esteban kukuriczka x reader #lucia <33 #lsdln cast #lsdln x reader #lsdln smut #fanfiction #creative-heart #+18 or +adult only #+18 content #credits to gif owner

[mamawasatesttube]

Might i suggest 7 or 11 for the soft promts?

11. "Let me wash your hair." combined with 5. "I've got you." for Kon & Kara, requested by @clarkkent-irons !!

"Stop fussin'," Kon mumbles. His head hurts. Actually, his everything hurts, but his head gets a special shoutout. 2-for-1 special bargain! Migraine and everything else-graine!

Wait, that doesn't make sense. The "mi-" part doesn't mean head, does it? Ugh. Whatever. He doesn't care. The point is ouch. Ow.

"Gonna be fine 'n the mornin'," he adds, woozy. "Soon as sun's back. Right-o! All better."

His senses might be all wonky from the migraine and magic blast, but he swears he can hear Tim rolling his eyes.

Kara, meanwhile, does not stop fretting. "You shouldn't have taken that hit for me," she scolds, cradling him in her arms like a baby, which would be really sweet except that it's probably funny to see, because she might have shot up this summer, but he's still taller and broader. Kal's genes at work. "I wasn't paying attention, it's my fault I let my guard down—"

"You took out, like, six of those magic automatons," Tim interrupts. Thank you, Tim, that's exactly what Kon was gonna say. Except Kon probably would've said it stupider. And more slurred. Kon's head hurts. Ow. "Do me a favor and don't start arguing with him while he's already all..."

"Zonked? Whammoed... Ooh. Borked?" Kon offers. Neither Kara nor Tim seems as entertained by this list as he does, for some unfathomable reason.

Eyes still closed, he realizes they're in Tim's ensuite at Titan's Tower by the sound of the door latching into place behind them, and relaxes a little. Then frowns.

"Don' put me in Tim's bed," he warns. "I'm so muddy. Super muddy. Like... like Supernova, but muddy. Get it?" Happens when a guy gets magic blasted into the mud dimension. Which isn't a real dimension, but just the giant mud flats south of the bay. Sploosh. Splat.

Kara sighs. "Yeah, cousin. I get it."

"We'll clean you up first," Tim assures him. He squeezes Kon's limp, muddy hand and leads Kara to the bathroom. "Here, set him down in the tub."

"Sure." Kara shifts him in her arms, guilt still rolling off her in waves. Kind of like how mud is rolling off Kon in waves. Also? His head hurts.

She sets him down incredibly gently, then lingers, her fingers trailing along his cheek. "...Thanks, Kon," she says, still sounding troubled. "I can start trying to make it up to you, um... Let me wash your hair?"

Kon opens his eyes (ow, ow, lights, ow) to pin her with a suspicious look. He has seen her drag a brush through her own curls until they're sad, butchered, fluffy waves, because well the wind messes them up when I fly around anyway and why do you look so horrified, Kon? "...You don'even know what cowash is."

Kara's jaw drops. Behind her, Tim tries and fails to disguise a laugh as clearing his throat.

"Oh, you little—I'm trying to be a nice, loving cousin here, and you—"

"Tiiiim," Kon wheedles. Using his TTK hurts his brain a little right now, but he still stretches out his aura along the tub, the floor, and up Tim's legs to tug plaintively at his shirt. "Don' let her murderize my hair. I'm too pretty t'die like this..."

"I told you he'd be fine," Tim says to Kara, amusement laced through his voice. Kon huffs and closes his eyes again.

His head hurts. And he's so sleepy. Tim probably won't let Kara ruin his curls. Tim is nice like that. Kon likes him. He's pawing through the cabinet where he keeps all of Kon's favorite bath products, so Kon figures he's in the clear. He heaves a sigh and slumps further into the dry tub.

Offended or not, Kara still traces her fingers gently through his hair. It feels nice, and Kon sighs, leaning into her touch. "Mmm..."

"Okay. I'll turn the water on once you get undressed," Kara says, back to being gentle. "Think you can get out of the suit on your own, or do you need a hand?"

"Um." Kon makes a valiant attempt, sending his TTK down his own body, but the more he tries to focus on the belts and latches and zippers, the more pain blossoms behind his temples, splotches of color bursting behind his eyes. Ow, ow, ow. Ugh, now he's nauseous, too. He hates magic. "...Help?"

Kara lets out a soft, breathy laugh and strokes his muddy hair back from his muddy forehead. "Yeah, okay. I've got you."

Tim sets a couple of bottles on the tub wall and then leans down to help pull off Kon's boots, while Kara first strips off one, then the other glove, his belt, and the pouch at his thigh. He thinks he should be self-conscious and ashamed right now, but he's kind of too tired and ouch to care.

"...Thanks," he mumbles, several seconds late, when they've finally gotten him undressed and turned on a gentle stream of warm water. It's soothing against the pain, and he sighs. "Gonna go sleep now."

"Okay, Kon." Tim pats his knee. "We'll be here."

Kon hums, and then slips away.

#answers #not-orpheus #rimi writes #kon #kara #tim #timkon #i need a kon & kara tag... truly the cousins of all time...

[discount-shades]

Sleepy Baby: Our Song

a/n: I put my 90s country playlist on shuffle and wrote for songs that came up. This isn’t super connected to whatever plot I have going on in the main story. It's more of a series of vignettes.

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin / Reader

Warnings: None, 90s Country

Word Count: 700 ish

Summary: Jake listens to 90s country music. 

Masterlist   

You roll your eyes as Jake pairs his phone up to the Bluetooth speaker in his kitchen. Jake rarely listens to music from this century. He mostly switches between classic rock playlists and ‘90s country and lately it has been trending country. As someone who grew up listening to mostly Top 40 music you were not familiar with most of the songs he played. Despite your unfamiliarity with the genre it was growing on you. Every song you learn to love is connected to memories of Jake. 

Jake sings a lot. It was something you noticed in your time with him. Not around his coworkers, but he sings around you often. He is able to remember the words and cadence to songs in a way that you would never be able to. When you commented on the blueness of the sky Jake jumped into singing, “Here she comes a walkin’ talkin’ true love, saying I’ve been looking for you love, surprise your new love has arrived, out of the blue clear sky,” all the while taking your hand and twirling you before pulling you into a kiss. At your slightly baffled expression he adds, “George Strait’s Blue Clear Sky.” He grins, “don’t worry Darlin’ I’ll convert you to a follower of King George.”

There was the disastrous attempt to teach you line dancing to Brooks and Dunn’s Boot Scootin’ Boogie on western night at some bar you don’t remember the name of. Alcohol was a factor in how many times you stumbled giggling into Jake as he patiently caught you and steadied you for the next attempt. When you had tried again, sober this time, on your back deck on a Sunday afternoon you were much more coordinated and he informed you that he would be willing to take you line dancing when you went to meet his family in Texas. 

John Michael Montgomery’s Sold is Jake's song for you. Every time it plays he will sing the whole song to you, keeping up to the fast lyrics with an exaggerated twang in his voice. “Jake, I don't exactly match the description of the women in the song,” you tell him laughing. “Doesn't matter, you’re a ten,” he tells you. “This was me when I met you. You’re it for me Darlin’, I’m sold.” 

You think about slow dancing in Jake’s kitchen every time you hear Garth Brooks’ The Dance. It’s late and most of the lights are off. Your one hand is clasped in his and the other is playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck. Jake's hand on your lower back is holding you close to him as you sway to the music. Jake’s soft humming is a rumble as you rest your head on his chest and he presses a soft kiss to the top of your head.

Jake singing, “I put a big down payment on that itty bitty diamond ring,” to Diamond Rio’s Unbelievable as he drives makes you pause. At the conviction in his voice you turn and stare at him. Neither of you have said ‘I love you’ yet, even though Jake has already declared that you would be getting married. He catches your eye and winks before turning back to look at the road. You narrow your eyes watching him sing along before deciding you are jumping to conclusions. Probably.

You had always listened to Shania Twain and her songs took a new meaning to you. It was hard for you to miss the fact that Jake perfectly personified the lyrics to Any Man of Mine. You have long since admitted to yourself that you were falling hard and fast for Jake. His casual certainty that your relationship was long term was simultaneously perplexing and exasperating, but mostly it was endearing. He made your heartbeat quicken with a wink one moment and could relax you with a hug the next. He made you feel safe.

You don't have one song to remind you of your relationship, you have an entire decade of a genre, and you still don’t know what song you will dance to at your wedding. 

#jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #jake hangman x reader #jake seresin/reader #jake seresin x reader #hangman #hangman/reader #top gun hangman #top gun x reader #topgun maverick #top gun fanfiction #hangman x you #jake hangman fic #jake seresin x you

[b4tasquad]

hii im happy ur back!! could you write dad!kenny please 🙏

Authors note: i finally finally finally got myself together and wrote something for Kenny. can’t believe i haven’t before 😧 also i don’t usually write anything involving pregnancy or anything so this is new…

Warnings: mentions of tough pregnancy?? nothing more

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“Can you take her?”

Your voice is hoarse, a mix of the lack of sleep and the headache you could feel incoming making you feel all the more tired. At first, you thought your words would go by without an answer, and with a huff, you sat up. Right as you were about to get out of the comfortable bed and attend to your needy infant, Kenny shuffled from beside you.

With one hand he gently pushed your body down, and with the other, he rubbed at his sleepy eyes. You didn’t argue, instead letting his hand lay you down on the lulling mattress again. Carefully, he got up in an upright position and turned to your tired form.

“Go back to sleep baby, I got her,” Kenny promised, pecking your lips quickly before making his way to the crib.

A feeling of immense gratitude spreads around your body in the form of tingles. Watching your fiancé carefully wrap the loud child in his arms, and rock it back and forth made a little smile form on your face. It was in moments like these you thanked yourself for choosing the right man to bring a new life into the world with.

Kenny was the greatest father you could wish for your 2-month-old daughter. He handled her with such care and love and it was clear she felt comfortable with him. She didn’t have to say who her favorite was for you to know. But even if you joked about how it was unfair, seeing as you’d birthed her, you loved how attached your daughter was to her father. He deserved all the love.

Upon finding out that you were with a child after freshly turning 24, all of your dreams seemed to evaporate around you. You were wrapping up your last year at uni, and your life was the most chaotic it had ever been. Adding a pregnancy to that, how the hell were you supposed to get through?

Your family was quick to inform you of their support, and that they’d be there for anything you might need. While you appreciated their efforts, you were still not confident that it wouldn’t ruin your life. This was a child. Someone that would consume most of your time, need the most love. It wasn’t an easy decision, even if people were up for helping you with it from time to time

Kenny had been your boyfriend for a while when you dropped the bomb on him. You were ready for anything. Him leaving, getting angry, demanding for you to get an abortion. But instead, he pulled you into him, smiling from ear to ear.

“What are you smiling for?” You had asked him, feeling more at ease as his smile widened.

“What do you mean what am I smiling for, Y/n, we’re having a baby.” Kenny chuckled, shaking you gently in excitement. He was over the moon, jumping up and down til it suddenly dawned upon him. “As long as you want to though.”

That was the moment you knew that whatever happened with school, you’d have a caring man by your side to battle through it. Even in his exhilaration to have a child, he made sure that it was something you most and foremost wanted. It wasn’t something he had said with any specific intention, but even so, his words affected you in such a powerful way.

Your pregnancy had you testing new waters in both your relationship with Kenny, but also with yourself. While readying yourself mentally for the struggles you would face both in and after birth, you had plenty of time to sit back and think. The 9 months were nothing but pure torture. While you knew gaining weight and feeling weak was inevitable, you had not known to what extent. Besides the change in your body, your hormones were messing with your head badly. You lashed out, broke down, or was abnormally quiet and you hated yourself for it. The people around you stood beside you through it all, and whenever you did something, it always made you feel bad long after they’d forgotten about it. This stupid pregnancy was changing you, and you felt as though by the time it was over, you’d have no one in your corner anymore.

Kenny Ojuederie never left you alone for long tho. Through a period of 9 long months, you’d broken up with him, told him you never wanted to see him again and locked him out of your apartment… twice. But even with all these obstacles you were for sure would have made someone leave, Kenny continued to stand tall in his fight to be there for and with you. He loved you and your unborn child, and it would be a cold day in hell before he let hormones divide you.

Through his determination, you realized how much he loved you, and even more your love for him. He was your soulmate. There was no simpler way than explaining it as such.

…

‘’Should I give her the bottle now?’’ Gazing up from the food you were preparing, your eyes landed on your fiance’s unsure expression. He stood in his sweats, your daughter in his arms as he nodded towards the newly washed baby bottle on the counter. At closer inspection, you could see how tired she really was. The time wasn’t no more than 4 pm and her eyes were closing and opening.

You hesitate. ‘’It’s early.’’ She had woken up from her nap only 2 hours prior, and you knew that if the two of you let her sleep now, she wouldn’t even close her eyes tonight. ‘’She won’t be able to sleep at night’’

Kenny winces. ‘’Well, looks like you can’t sleep, princess’’ He smiles at her, raising her in his arms.

Smiling, you go back to making dinner, mixing the stir and adding spice now and then. Kenny continued to occupy the baby, playing with her as you made the food in peace. Just as you turned the stove off, the two of them appeared in the kitchen again.

‘’Looks like mommy is done with the food’’ You usually hated when people spoke to babies in that voice, but listening to Kenny had your mind wandering to a place of happiness. Missing your daughter, you gesture for him to give her, and he does so.

You hold her against your chest, smiling at her. Kenny watches you too with fondness, eyes sparkling and heart hammering against his chest. ‘’I love you’’ he randomly states, and before you have time to say something back, he kisses you.

You reciprocate his actions before pulling away and laying your head on his shoulder, baby secured between your bodies. ‘’I love you and our little family.’’

He cheeses, loving the sound of that. ‘’Our family. Fuck, say that again’’

You lean into his ear, a shit-eating grin resting on your lips. ‘’Our family… our family… our-’’ He wastes no time taking hold of your jaw and pressing your lips together for a second time. The kiss holds lust and passion, but most and foremost the purest and most genuine affection. Kenny kisses you like you’ve given him his life back, a reason to keep going. And while your lovesick mind can’t fully comprehend it yet, you truly have.

…

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#king kenny #beta squad #✭b4tasquad speaks #youtube #celebrities #fiction

[tpwkwriter]

My kind of clingy.

Y/n is extra clingy, and H cant get enough.

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Stressed.

Only one word and stressed was it, y/n was working late nights, with rude and picky customers from the time she entered the building from the second she left.

The only thing on her mind was crawling into bed and H.

Entering the shared home of her and her boyfriend, she slides off her shoes and hangs her purse by the door, immediately flopping onto the couch while dragging a blanket around her body, she would normally call for Harry but she assumed he was working late due to his car not being in the shared drive.

While her eyes fluttered in and out of sleep she then felt a light kiss being placed on her resting temple, with not hearing the door open nor the car pull up, her eyes ping open.

The worry she felt was eased when she saw her boyfriend leaning on the side of the couch.

“What are you doing here?” She softly muttered still tranced in sleep.

“Live here funny enough love” he chuckled leaning down pressing a kiss to the girls forehead

“Someone’s sleepy hmm?” He whispered kneeling down beside the couch and his girl.

“Jus’ didn’t see your car, s’all” she replied slowly opening her eyes.

“Mitch has taken it for the night, his broke down”

She hummed in response

“Room for two?” He asked.

“mmhm always”

As the boy sat next to the girl, who was curled in the corner of the couch he instinctively pulled her onto his lap and scooted to the corner so she would remain in her comfy position, y/n automatically nuzzles her head into his shoulder and closes her eyes comfortably.

“Good day lovie?” He asks while slowly rocking her in his arms, in attempt to keep her awake.

“Stressful”

“Customer after customer and they happened to be all arseholes”

the number one thing harry hated was seeing his love distressed or feeling any type of a bad emotion, he wished he could take the pain away.

“M’sorry m’honey” he says holding her closer and tighter.

“Atleast this weekend it’s just us right” he continues.

Y/n’s heart could melt at his words and his actions.

She truly felt as if she did not deserve Harry.

The feelings were mutual, they were both each other’s angels.

Y/n nodded adjusting her self in his lap again.

“Had dinner yet love?” He asks with a concern to his voice.

“No, not yet, was supposed to come earlier for dinner but was completely packed”

“Let me fix you up something darling” he says

The care and concern he had for her then again makes her heart.

“It’s fine H, m’happy in your arms”

And so was H but he was adamant you were took care of.

“I know sleepygirl, but it’s important you eat, specially after a stressful day” he says putting on the tv and placing the girl down to the side so she can remain comfy.

——

Moments of bliss was shared, while happily eating the food H prepared for you both and shared more about each other’s day while lazily laying on the couch, made the girl forget all about the day she had.

Clear to say she was smitten.

As was he.

Once the dishes were clear and both the couple were happy enough they were fine to chill rest of the evening.

“Off for a bath H” y/n said slowly standing from her seat.

“Without me?” He said almost giving her puppy eyes

She giggled at his cheekiness and went up to there bathroom and began to draw herself a bath.

While putting her hair in a bun and slipping out of her work wear she slides in the steaming bath which instantly relaxes her muscles.

Doesn’t take long for a knock on the door to occur

“Lovie can I come in, got ya summat”

“Come on in Baby” the girl replies

“Here y’are” he says softly while placing a tea by the side of the bath and with a kiss to the forehead.

“Thank you lovie” she gasps continually surprised by how amazing this man is.

As he rambled on about a story that took place at the studio, y/n asked herself how did she get so lucky, from his beautiful eyes, his amazing hair and fashion sense to his lovable and adoring personality, she gets to call him all hers.

“Ever told you how much I love you?” She blurts.

“Maybe a few times. Would love to hear it more Angel” he smirks

“Where’s this coming from?” He smiles with a blush creeping up on his face.

“Is a woman not allowed to express her love to her boyfriend?” She giggles, taking a sip of her tea.

“Heeeeeyy” he laughs

“don’t think I tell you enough H, I love you” she says.

“Infact I fucking adore you” she says with a giggle but a serious tone just to make sure he believes it.

And at this he did go shy.

His lovie really said this? His heart is going frantic.

“Feelings mutual Princess”

“I love you more then you’d ever know” he says pressing down on his loves lips, wishing he was there forever.

———

Babe have you seen my Rolling Stones shirt?” H asks walking in semi clad with only his boxers on.

The girl chuckles.

“Uh sorry babe no” she adds trying to act as oblivious.

As he walks in and spots what I’m wearing he smirks once again.

“Yer little minx” he said smiling while wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her down on the bed.

“Lucky i love ya” he adds

While both settling down and getting under the sheets his arms automatically wrap around your waist and his head lays just above your chest.

Both like a puzzle.

A completed puzzle.

Y/n allows her right hand to play with his hair while her left is holding his hand that is splayed across the girls tummy.

Even though y/n felt clingy after bad days.

She wouldn’t change it for the world.

And neither would he.

#harry styles fluff #hs #harry styles blurb #fine line harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles au #tooth rotting fluff #soft #clingy af #boyfriend material #boyfriendrry #harry styles x y/n #y/n x Harry styles

[profound-imagination]

Finding Home - Eris Vanserra - Part 2

A/N: I'm so glad so many of you enjoyed this! I can't think of any trigger warnings for this part!❤️

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Stretching as you woke up, curled up in soft sheets and your mate, you were very aware of the ache between your legs, you had finally crossed that final line and gave yourself fully to Eris who was snoozing next to you. Your first time with him, your first time with anyone. Unlike your sisters, you hadn't given your maidenhead to just anyone and you were glad for it now. He'd been so gentle with you, he'd worshiped you and had kissed you through your embarrassment of being so inexperienced.

Smiling gently to yourself you rolled in his arms so you were facing him and he stirred as he pulled you into his chest. "Go back to sleep, sweetness, it's early." He murmured into your hair, gods that sleepy voice could get you to do anything. You kissed his throat, the only place you could reach with your head tucked under his chin and rolled out of his arms, he made a slight noise of protest but sleep took him again quickly as you slipped his shirt from the day before on.

Making yourself a steaming cup of tea you opened the front door of the cabin and the dogs that had been running around your feet took off into the clearing, chasing each other and playing and you chuckled at them slightly, you took a seat on the steps leading up to the front door and watched them. It didn't take long before the littlest of them and your favourite, Equinox, or Nox as you had affectionately taken to calling him was curled up next to you, his head on your thigh as he kept a watchful eye on you, your surroundings and the other dogs, he was tiny compared to them but he'd defend you against anything and both you and Eris knew it. You scratched the back of his ears and he let out a huff of contentment.

Eris joined you on the steps 30 minutes later, his trousers hung low on his hips and one of the blankets from your bed slung around his shoulders, a mug of tea for himself and a fresh one for you, he sat and placed a kiss on the side of your head, Nox leveled him with a glare and Eris laughed at the little dog. "She's mine, not yours." Nox refused to meet his eyes and focused back on his brothers and sisters running around the clearing. "You baby him too much." Eris smiled down at you, you scratched Nox's ears again. "That's because he is my baby." The only response you got from your mate was a chuckle.

You were about to say something else when the dogs in the clearing froze and Nox was stood in front of you, you looked to Eris who had also stood, blanket thrown behind him, scanning the treelines around you. "Take Nox and go inside." He said tightly, you sent him a questioning look. "Someone's here, please go inside, love." The look on his face was enough to tell you not to argue so you picked up the blanket and turned to go inside, Nox was right behind you as you closed the front door. You could feel his apprehension through the bond, no one knew the two of you were here. Nox stayed glued to your side as Eris had a conversation you couldn't quite hear with someone you couldn't see and then relief flooded down the bond and you threw yourself onto the sofa in equal relief. "Incoming" he said through the bond.

"I always wanted a sister!" Lucien. He greeted you warmly and dropped a kiss on top of your head, Eris let out a low growl the same time Nox did and the younget Vanserra laughed at his older brother watching the other eleven dogs come streaming into the cabin. "Oh relax brother! We both know I'm her favourite!" He sent you a wink as you quieted the little dog next to you.

"So mates huh?" Lucien asked the two of you as he sat in the armchair opposite the sofa and you nodded, he smiled and said "I hear that went down well" you grimaced, you hadn't actually seen any of them react other than to freeze. "We left before they could react." Lucien laughed at your confession. "Let's just say, Rhys is in Thesan's debt for some damage Nesta caused." You rolled your eyes, of course she'd react with destruction. "What can we do for you so early, little brother?" Eris asked from behind you. "I was asked to deliver this." Lucien responded by pulling a letter from the inside of his jacket, addressed to you, you took it from him and opened it, Eris reading over your shoulder.

Dear Y/N,

Please accept my apologies for the way things happened when we last met in Day. I never wanted that to happen, you're our sister, my second eldest sister and it wasn't right of Nesta to speak to you how she did.

Please understand we are worried for you and your safety. We understand that you won't come home to us, at least not permanently, not now there's a mating bond involved. We hope you are smart enough to not have accepted it. We request that you join us at the River House for at least one week, every month, as time goes on, we will see about Eris joining you. We ask this of you as our sister, as Nyx's aunt. Do you not want to see him grow?

Nesta is sorry for calling you a traitor, she didn't mean it, her words were spoken in anger and concern for you. Rhys has guaranteed your safety and you have our protection, he will allow Eris to accompany you here and he is welcome to stay for dinner the day he drops you off, he is also permitted to collect you at the end of the week.

We look forward to seeing you, Lucien has been instructed to bring you to us, should Eris refuse.

Your Sister,

Feyre.

You could feel the anger rolling off of Eris in waves, you didn't need the mating bond to feel that, Lucien could feel it from the other side of the room. He leveled a look at his youngest brother. "Are you about to kidnap my mate, Lucien?" His voice was lethal as he continued. "I will burn that whole retched city that they love so much to the ground should you take her against her will. I will go to war with the Night Court, make no mistake, brother." Lucien laughed, he laughed and you and Nox exchanged a look before both looking at Lucien like he was insane. "Mating bond grating a bit there Eris?" You hid the smirk that spread across your face but you knew Lucien had caught it.

"I'm not about to kidnap her, relax, but I do suggest you either take her, or let me take her." You crossed your arms. "What if I don't want to go? Are you going to tell Rhys where we are so he can do what he does best?" Eris snorted a laugh. "I won't tell them, but they will search for you and you know they won't stop." He was right, you looked at Eris. "I have to go, you know I do and you can't take me, not today, I can still feel the anger rolling off of you, it'd only end in a fight." He looked like he was going to fight you on it, he knew you were right. "Nox goes with you." And then he pointed at his brother. "And you stay with her, the whole week, every month, I expect you to be there, should any of them so much as make her frown, you bring her straight back." Lucien nodded. "Okay brother."

You packed enough outfits for the week, you might have agreed to go but you'd be dressed like a member of the Autumn Court the whole time. Your own little way of rebelling, you also knew taking Nox would piss Rhys and Nesta off to no end. Joining the brothers at the front door, Eris was still listing rules at Lucien, you loved the possessiveness he had when it came to you, it made your whole body hot. You took his hand. "I'll be fine, I promise." He sighed and kissed you. "I know sweetness, I just don't like it." You smiled at him. "Lucien will be with me the whole time, there's nothing to worry about." He kissed you once more and said, "Go, before I change my mind." You handed Lucien your bag, scooped up the little dog and stepped into Lucien's waiting arms and you were gone.

The two of you reappeared in the gardens of the River House and you could hear Elain giggling at Azriel somewhere in the gardens and you looked at Lucien. "You don't have to stay, I can't imagine how it feels, I won't tell Eris." He shrugged. "I promised him I'd stay and I will, but thank you." He led you to the door and entered, Nox still in your arms, taking in his surroundings. You took in the paintings that covered the walls. "What the hel is that?" Nesta's voice filled your ears and you looked up to see her and Feyre, with little Nyx in her arms, staring at you. "I see you finally made it into the paintings, Nes." She didn't have a chance to reply as Rhys and Cassian joined their mates. Nyx struggled out of his mother's arms and she put him down before he fell, the boy toddled towards you, arms outstretched. "Puppy!" You smiled down at your nephew and crouched so you were level with him, muttering at Nox to be good as you showed him the dog in your arms, Rhys tensed and took long strides towards his son that you ignored. "His name is Nox." You told Nyx. The little dog sniffed at the toddler, tail wagging and licked his little face and scrambled out of your arms. Nyx let out an infectious laugh and the toddler and dog took off chasing each other around the house.

Rhys was seething. "You bought one of his hounds around my son?" He spat at you as the toddler and the dog ran past you all again, you smiled after them. "Nox won't hurt him, he's a good boy and he's not Eris', he's mine." It wasn't a lie you mused, the dog was essentially yours. "I don't appreciate being summoned and forbidden from bringing my mate." You crossed your arms. Feyre was the one who responded. "He wasn't forbidden from coming, he was more than welcome to bring you and join us for dinner." You narrowed your eyes. "It's not our fault he refused to bring you." Nesta added, you scoffed. "He didn't refuse, but saying you all hoped I hadn't been stupid enough to accept the mating bond didnt exactly make him happy and I didn't want a fight, so I asked Lucien to bring me." Nesta sniffed. "Well you clearly were stupid enough, I can smell him all over you." A look of disgust covered her face. "That's none of your business Nesta."

Feyre broke the silence and tension. "Let me show you your room, Y/N." You had to give it to your youngest sister, the room was beautiful. She left you to unpack and settle in, Rhys brought Nox to your room and you could hear Nyx screaming to his mother about being separated from his new friend. "Rhys." You called after him, he turned at the door and nodded at you. "He really won't hurt him, I wouldn't have bought him if I thought he would hurt Nyx." He nodded again. "I wanted to thank you for everything you've done for my sisters, I'm sorry if I caused offense by leaving but I need you to understand that I had too. This life you've made for them all, it didn't fit me, there was something missing and I was drowning in it, I don't hate any of you, I do count you as family but I've found what I was missing and it's Eris. I can't walk away from him, just like you can't walk away from Feyre." His face softened.

"Rhys, if I tell you something, can you promise me it'll stay between us and it won't be used against Eris?" His eyebrow raised in interest. "I promise." He said, sliding his hands into his pockets. "I know what happened with Mor is the reason why you all can't forgive him and I don't expect you too, but you need to know there was a reason he did it, it's not for me to tell and it's not you he wants to explain himself too, but remember how before the war, everyone thought you were some cruel, evil High Lord?" He nodded. "You aren't the only one who wears that mask, Rhys." He nodded in understanding. "Can I show you?" You asked him, he seemed genuinely shocked that you'd offered to let him in your head. "Are you sure?" You nodded, "Yes Rhys, I miss my family." So you let him see, you let him see every moment with Eris, with the exception of the night before, that was for the two of you only.

"Who'd have guessed he'd be such a dog mom." Rhys joked when he left your head. "Is that genuine?" He asked referring to the Eris you knew. "Yes, I'll talk to him, I'd like at least you and Feyre to see the side of him I do, maybe you can come and visit us? I think getting him to be his authentic self while Nesta is spitting venom at him, while Cassian and Azriel are ready to kill him as soon as Mor says the word, would be too much." He smiled at you. "I'd like that and I know Feyre would as well, she's missed you. Nesta and Elain had each other, she only had you, she idolized you growing up and I don't think you ever realised." You hadn't. He smiled at you. "I'll see you at dinner, can I return the dog to my son?" You laughed. "Yes, you can but he comes home with me." Rhys ushered Nox out of the room and you felt lighter than you had in a while, it wouldn't last long, knowing you'd have the others to face at dinner but for now, you sent a feeling of love down the bond to Eris, he responded with his own instantly. "I miss you." You told him down the bond. "I miss you too sweetness."

You scraped your hair into a bun on top of your head and inhaled the scent of Eris from one of the shirts you'd stolen from him before coming here, you'd paired it with a pair of leggings and fuzzy socks and made your way down to dinner. A grin spread across your face as you walked through the living room and spotted Nyx and Nox asleep on one of the sofas. "Cute aren't they?" Feyre asked from behind you. "Absolutely adorable." You responded, she grabbed your hand and led you into the dining room, to your surprise, Elain and Lucien had been sat next to each other and you suppressed a laugh at Lucien who looked terrified to move, as if Elain would bolt if he did. You wished then you had the gift Feyre and Rhys did so you could send a mental image of it to Eris. Rhys' voice sounded in your mind. "I'll send it if you want?" You grinned and nodded at him, a few moments later a feeling of amusement filled your chest and Eris' laugh sounded through the bond and you knew he'd seen it, had let Rhys show him. Baby steps.

Dinner was amazing, the food served was amazing. Nesta made very few comments and had actually attempted to talk to you civilly and you were convinced there was hope for you and your older sister yet, and you were sure Cassian had spoken to her before dinner. After dinner you'd let Elain show you her gardens. "Is he good?" Elain asked, you gave her a quizzical look. "Lucien, I mean." That shocked you but you covered it and smiled at your sister. "Yes, he is, why do you ask?" She looked around the garden as if to make sure no one else was listening. "That pull you get in your chest, it's getting stronger, harder to stay away from him." You grinned. "Elain, he'd give you everything but what about Azriel?" She gave you a sideways look. "He has a mate of his own." You weren't expecting that but let her continue. "Gywn, she's one of Nesta's friends." You grabbed her hand. "It's okay if it hurts Elain." She shook her head. "It doesn't, not really, not like I thought it would, all he's ever wanted is a mate, I'm happy for him." You pulled her into a hug. "Lucien will be good for you, but you don't have to do anything you don't want to do." You felt her sigh. "He asked me to go out for breakfast tomorrow, I think I'm going to go." You beamed at her. "Lucien and Elain are going on a date tomorrow!" you screeched down the bond at Eris, his laugh sounded in your mind "Good on him, getting his girl!"

"Is Eris good?" She asked, pulling you away from your conversation with Eris. "Is he good to you?" You nodded at her. "He's everything I've ever needed, he makes me feel whole, safe, loved and free." It was her turn to grin at you. "Then that's good enough for me." Relief flooded you, you had your little sister back. The two of you continued to wander the gardens before returning to the house where Elain bid you goodnight.

You found Feyre once again gazing down at her son and Nox. "Will you paint that for me?" You asked her quietly, she offered you a smile. "Of course I will." You smiled back. "Did Rhys tell you what we talked about? What I showed him?" You knew he would've told her, she nodded. "Don't be mad about him telling me, for the record, I think Eris wears a mask too, and if he's willing to give us a look behind it, Rhys and I are willing to try with him as well." You pulled her into your arms and hugged her. "Thank you, Fey." She scooped her son into her arms to take him to bed and you did the same with the sleepy dog.

The rest of the week flew by, you helped Elain in her gardens, who had come back from her breakfast with Lucien a blush on her face and grinning. You went for coffee and cake with Feyre and Nyx who was definitely planning in his little head to not give back Nox. Nesta had even invited you to join her and her friends in training, you were better at Valkyrie training than you thought and sweet Gywn had given you the research she'd done after Cassian had said. "Eris will be able to train you in this just as well as I can." You gave him a shocked look. "Don't tell him I said that." You were definitely going to convince him to train you and you were definitely going to tell him what Cassian had said. Before you knew it you were on your last day, excitedly waiting for Eris to join you all for dinner that evening and then to take you home.

You'd been enjoying tea in the garden with Feyre when Nyx had pulled you away to join in with whatever game he was playing with Nox. The toddler had fallen in love with you over the last week and you him, you could never say no to him, something that Rhys and Feyre teased you for. You were giggling along with Nyx, chasing him around the garden and Nox chasing you both barking happily at him when pain shot through you from the bond, it started and ended within seconds but it bought you to your knees and Feyre was by your side moments later. "Something's wrong!" You gasped at her, trying desperately to talk to Eris through the bond but all you were met with was fiery walls blocking you out and blind panic overtook you.

At some point Feyre had called Rhys to the garden, you could hear her telling him about what had happened and he knelt in front of you. "Y/N, you need to talk to me, what's going on?" You met his gaze and saw nothing but concern in them. "Something's wrong with Eris. All I got was a flash of searing pain and then it cut off. I can't get to him through the bond, he's blocking me, Rhys, he never does that!" He looked over your head at Feyre. "I'll get Az to get his spies to look into it okay?" You shook your head. "I need to go back Rhys, I need to go home!" He offered you his hand and helped you stand. "Okay, let me take you home." You'd let him into your mind, so he could see the cabin, see where you lived with the future High Lord of Autumn so he could winnow you there. "Feyre, darling, Az is on his way, tell him what happened and get him to look into it, I'm going to take Y/N home, tell Cassian to be ready." She nodded and gave you a squeeze and Rhys took you home.

You took off running towards the door as soon as you appeared in the clearing, screaming for Eris. Rhys grabbed your wrist before you made it to the door and tugged you behind him. It was then that you realised he was worried. Worried about what you would find inside and he wasn't going to let you go in first. "I won't ask you to wait out here, your sisters wouldn't I know you won't, but you need to be prepared." You nodded at him. "He's still alive Rhys, I would've felt it if he was dead wouldn't I?" He nodded and turned to open the door, it was broken and already open. You followed him into your home and gasped. It was trashed. Furniture was broken and the dogs were terrified. "What happened here?" You whispered to Rhys. "No one knows about this place, aside from Eris, Lucien and I." Rhys was tense. "I wouldn't put it past Beron to have Eris followed." Your mind flashed back to a conversation the two of you had months ago, before you knew he was your mate.

"We need to talk about something, sweetness." Eris said as he sat next to you on the sofa and pulled you into his lap, you kissed his chin. "About what?" His face was serious and you weren't sure where he was going with this, a slight panic rose in you that he was sending you back to the Night Court. "If anything ever happens, you need to go straight to Rhysand okay?" You raised an eyebrow. "I'm not following." He ran a hand through his flaming locks. "If I'm ever gone for longer than three days and three nights, and I haven't told you beforehand I'll be gone that long, on the fourth day you go back to the Night Court, you scream Rhys' name as loud as you can in your mind and you drop the walls, he'll be listening for you, you tell him it's been three days and nights and he'll drop everything and come for you, okay?" You just stared at him. "He'll take you somewhere safe, probably back to Night, but there's one other place in Autumn that he can take you, only he knows where it is, I haven't even seen it or know it's location, he'll give you the choice of where." Panic was filling you now. "What's going to happen to you Eris, are you in danger?" He shook his head. "Just promise me, promise me you'll call Rhys and won't linger here for me?" You swallowed the lump in your throat. "I promise." He kissed the top of your head. "Take the dogs?" You nodded. "Of course."

You thought back to the last time you'd felt Eris through the bond, the last time you'd spoken to him. You'd been so caught up with Feyre, Elain and Nyx, you'd only taken to sending one message a day, right when you were on the verge of sleep. "Goodnight Eris." You assumed you'd been asleep when he replied. Nothing had changed in your bond, nothing felt off. You were a terrible mate, awful, he deserved better than you. You took a deep breath. "Rhys?" He tore his eyes away from the damage and looked at you. "It's been three days and nights." The High Lord stiffened. "Get your things, we can't stay here."

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[nushy]

i won't be a second choice pt. 2 - alternative ending.

pairing: rockstar!Eddie x fem!reader

warnings: angst, cursing, mentions of alcohol and drugs, cheating, pregnancy, giving birth

A/N: I really had no idea where to go with this, but... we are here. I've aged up the characters obviously - so they are between 25-27 years old. I fixed it, okay.

pt. 2 of this and an alternative ending of this

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It's been 7 months since you broke up with Eddie - since that night when you left him in the dark room, both of you broken and scared of the future.

You've already made countless of lists full of pros and cons of telling him the truth and trying to fix up everything. And you still didn't know what to do. You were sure only about one thing - you loved him and you didn't want your child to not know her father. Your little girl.

Robin and Steve were constantly telling you that they would be next to you all the time if you needed them - they would be the coolest and most supportive aunt and uncle in the world and yet... a kid needs a father, a good and caring father. And deep inside you knew that Eddie would be such, in your head you could picture him, he'd call her his little princess and would spoil her, giving her everything she wanted. The picture made you tear up.

The sudden pain took your breath away. It was around 2 am, another sleepless night for you and you were just lying in your bed. Another strong wave of pain shot through your body. You knew what that meant - the baby was coming. Shitshitshit.

It was at that moment that your mind was completely clear of what you wanted - knowing that Eddie was in town, you quickly grabbed the phone and dialed the number you knew by heart.

"Yeah..." a sleepy voice, that you knew so well, answered.

"Eddie.. it's me..." you had to stop because of the pain.

"Love!" he was wide awake, you could almost see him in his bed, up and ready to do whatever you wanted. Confused by the silence on the other end, he continued "Is everything alright?"

"Yeah... but... can you come to my house... I need to go to the hospital." it was hard for you to talk, barely being able to take a breath.

"Are you alright? Is everything okay?" you felt the panic in his voice. Damn his questions, couldn't he just come??? "I'll be there in no time." it was as if he read your thoughts. Panic washed over you as you just now realized that you haven't seen him since the break up and he had no idea of your current condition. Shit.

...

It took him half of the time that he usually needed to come to your house. He parked his car and got out. You were already at your front door with your little bag with things needed in the hospital. He froze when he saw you.

"I think I have something to tell you." you smiled weakly as another contraction hit you. He was next to you for a split second, grabbing your hand and helping you to get to the car.

"Now is not the time." he said too serious for him. You had to agree with that.

...

You thought that the contractions were bad, but this, right now, was worse. You had no idea of how much time has passed, of how many times you've pushed or of how many times you begged for this to be over. Pain was everything you felt right now... and Eddie's hand, grabbing yours in a desperate attempt to calm you.

"One more push." a nurse said too calmly for your liking. With the last drop of your strength you pushed and you knew it was over. The doctor announced "it's a healthy baby girl." and you heard her charming crying in the corner of the room.

"You did it, love. You were so strong." Eddie whispered in your ear, still holding your hand. You felt the tears streaming from your eyes.

"Eddie..." you began.

"Shh... I just want to know.. is she... am I her.." it was hard for him. You just nodded. And that's when he allowed himself to cry. You both cried, grabbing each other's hand, foreheads pressed to one another.

"I'm sorry, Eddie, please..." you tried to speak.

"No, no.. I have to beg for your forgiveness. Please, let me be in her life, in your life. You are my everything... you've been my everything always, but now.. she is too. My princesses." you were both ugly crying. "I don't think this is the proper time, but still... will you be mine forever, I don't have a ring and all of that fancy shit, but I will give you the world if I have to." Eddie said in a completely serious tone. You nodded. All of the emotions made you unable to speak, but this was enough for him.

This was enough for you. You were happy.

...

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#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you #eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie x you

[fruitcoops]

HI IM IZZY and i would please like to kindly request some more post rib coops/team lovliness AND angst (maybe not together?) idk- defo not a timed request i just reread a lot of your stuff (i LOVE nightmare/rib one) & i was hoping for some more! id love a sirius is @home n the team come over to say hi/raise spirits OOH LIGHTBULB and he loves it but suddenly he stands up to fast or laughs too hardetc and the whole team wants to help but have to just let remus hell till it passes, sadness :( THX❤

Hi Izzy! This is a great request and I combined it with one for some more Lions groupchat :) Character credit goes to @lumosinlove

TW for injury, arguing, minor alcohol, very brief reference to sex

Harry yawned, wide and squeaky, with his little wrinkled face all squished up beneath a small red cap. All four adults cooed at the sound; he smacked his lips before blinking his eyes open slowly to stare at them with equal amounts of sleepiness and curiosity. “Come sit,” Sirius said, shifting to make room for Lily on the couch. Remus watched his gaze remain on the baby while Lily curled as close as she could to Sirius’ side; she tilted the swaddle up so he could see better. Beneath Remus’ hand, Sirius’ ribs compressed in a gentle sigh. In his armchair, James had never looked prouder.

“Do you wanna say hi to Uncle Pads, peaches?” Lily asked Harry with a light tickle to his chin. She received a near-silent burble in response, and Remus’ heart swelled as he rested his chin on Sirius’ shoulder. “I bet you do, huh? He’s pretty cool.”

“Bonjour, mon petit,” Sirius murmured, running his thumb over Harry’s cheek. Lily knocked their foreheads together and Sirius grinned at her. “Can I hold him?”

The overflowing amount of love that had built up in Remus’ chest at their perfect little moment deflated slightly and he rubbed Sirius’ hip, just below his bandages. “Ribs, baby,” he reminded him quietly. He didn’t have to see Sirius’ face to feel his disappointment.

Lily glanced over, resettling Harry against her chest. “Maybe just once?” she suggested, though the plea in her voice was audible. “Come on, Re, five minutes won’t hurt.”

Remus swallowed hard. The last time Sirius had risked holding something heavier than five pounds, he had been throbbing with pain and swollen for days. Neither of them wanted a repeat performance.

Harry opened his mouth in a toothless smile and wiggled as Sirius took one small fist and waved it around. Damn you, adorable baby, Remus thought as his resolve crumbled in an instant. “Do you think you can do it?” he asked, pressing a kiss to the soft bit of skin below Sirius’ ear. A beat of hesitation passed before Sirius nodded. “Then I won’t stop you.”

His instincts prickled in the back of his mind as Sirius rearranged his arms with a stifled wince, but he bit his tongue. He leaned over to take the baby and the discomfort on his face was visible—Remus nearly told him to stop then and there until Sirius’ jaw tightened and he settled Harry in the crook of his elbow. “There,” he said, though he was a bit breathless. Lily furrowed her eyebrows in clear concern. “Totally fine, see?”

“Pads…” James began.

Sirius paid him no mind, his attention already laser-focused on Harry’s blanket edges. Remus didn’t miss the lines of tension on his face and shoulders, and by the look on Lily’s face, she didn’t either. Her hand was gentle on his arm. “Sirius, if he’s too heavy—”

“He’s fine,” Sirius interrupted. “I’m fine. More than fine, I get to hold my godson.”

The corner of her mouth turned down to match the shattering of Remus’ heart. “Please don’t push yourself while you’re still healing. None of us are going anywhere.”

“I’m fine,” Sirius insisted, casting a cursory glance at the three of them. “I can bench over 200 pounds, he’s une plume—”

“When your ribs aren’t broken,” Remus corrected. Sirius fell silent; the edge of his jaw ticked. “You can bench 200 when your ribs aren’t broken. We just don’t want to see you hurting any more than you have to.”

“It’s worth it,” Sirius said under his breath. Lily’s whole face crumpled, and immediate regret shadowed his stubbornness. “No, I didn’t—I meant that five minutes won’t be a big deal. He’s not going to be tiny forever. I’m his godfather. He needs to know me.”

“He knows you,” James assured him in a quiet voice as he ran a hand under his glasses. Remus didn’t envy his exhaustion. “Pads, it’s just a few more weeks. If you’re hurting, don’t hold the baby. The team needs you to heal fast.”

“He needs you to heal fast,” Lily added, adjusting Harry’s cap so it fit over his ears. Low blow, Evans, Remus thought, impressed. Right for the heart. A timer went off on her phone and she offered Sirius an apologetic smile. “Food time for the bundle.”

Sirius clenched his teeth as he helped get Harry back in her arms, letting out a small puff of air as he sat back; the lamps of the living room were dim, but Remus still saw the shine in his eyes. “You okay?” he murmured, rubbing a palm over Sirius’ thigh. All he got in response was a nod—James cast them a worried look.

Harry and Lily returned for the last half hour of their visit, but every time Sirius went to suggest a cuddle, Lily guided the conversation away. Remus could hardly look at him.

Sirius was quiet on the way home, too, all the way into bed. “Only one more week of pillows,” Remus said when they had settled in, offering an encouraging smile over the cushy barrier between them.

“He’s my godson,” Sirius said curtly. His gaze remained stubbornly on the ceiling. Remus felt his smile slip and reached over the pillows for a hand to hold, but none met him in the middle.

“Baby, I know you’re disappointed, but it’s just a couple more weeks.”

No response.

“We’ll see them tomorrow, remember?” he tried. “And Lily said you can give him a bottle and everything.”

Silent treatment. Real mature. Remus pressed his lips together and curled up on his side, his knees brushing the pillows that kept Sirius from moving too much. It had already been two and a half weeks since that horrible, awful night that ended with the best kind of joy they could ask for. They got the call just past 3 in the morning—Sirius had fought his pain meds tooth and nail to stay awake, then immediately passed out on Remus’ shoulder the moment James and Lily hung up. Remus hadn’t been able to sleep. His mind whirled with images of Fenrir’s sneering face and venomous words, of Lily’s terrified voice crackling over the phone. Of Sirius twitching on the ice, unable to stand. Of baby Harry’s unbelievably tiny nose and wrinkled hands curling in Lily’s hair. His body didn’t feel big enough to hold all the feelings bubbling up.

Honestly, he was just grateful they were allowed to see the baby at all. Other than Mr. and Mrs. Potter, everyone else had to wait until Harry’s first checkup to give him a proper team welcome. Minus the keg, of course.

Sirius’ breathing slowed after a minute, marking his slide into sleep. Remus sighed through his nose and watched the headlights pass outside, mere pinpricks behind the curtains. Maybe he was being too harsh, telling Sirius not to hold Harry. He was his godfather, after all. God knew he took the job seriously. Maybe it was selfish of Remus to withhold that from him just to avoid a little pain.

But it wasn’t just a little pain, was the thing. Remus rolled onto his back and rubbed at his eyes as he bit back a groan of frustration. They were so fucking close to the Cup and if Sirius missed that…if Sirius missed the Cup, he would be inconsolable. He’d never forgive himself. Crimes might be committed. No amount of baby cuddles would fix that, no matter what Sirius was telling himself.

“You’re doing the right thing,” Remus murmured to himself. Sirius showed no sign of waking and he closed his eyes. Stick to your guns. For his sake.

--

“Oh, hey, I got that,” Remus protested, swiping the backpack from Sirius’ hand when he went to pick it up off the chair. Sirius made an exasperated noise that he soothed with a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “That shirt looks cute on you.”

Sirius narrowed his eyes. “I can carry a backpack.”

“Backpack? What backpack?” Remus grinned at his eye roll and slung the bag over his shoulder, then hustled to open the door. “Don’t worry, you still get to drive.”

--

“Let me help.”

“With a pot?” Remus raised a playful brow and nudged Sirius with his hip. “Easiest thing in the world. Scoot, I need to drain these.”

“It is the easiest thing in the world,” Sirius agreed, though he was kind enough to shuffle out of the way and let Remus through. Hands settled on his hips, fingers hooking into his belt loops. Sirius’ chin came to rest on his shoulder, his breath warm on Remus’ neck. “Which is why you should let me do it.”

Steam billowed up in the sink; once he was sure all boiling water had vacated the premises, he leaned back and nuzzled Sirius’ cheekbone. “Heal up quick for me and you can drain all the pasta your heart desires.”

--

It was getting harder and harder to pull Sirius out of the stormcloud brewing over him. Remus knew himself, knew he could get a little overbearing when it came to fixing things—looking back on group projects still made him cringe—but he was better, now. He knew when to buckle down and when to slam the SOS button.

Message to: Not the Captain

Is anyone free Friday night for a nonalcoholic rager

The answer was immediate.

Message from: Not the Captain

Yes

Yes

Yes

Always

Me

No alcohol? : (

Ohmygod Loops are you pregnant

Message to: Not the Captain

Yes and I’m telling you over text

Obviously no. Cap can’t have alcohol w/ his meds

Message from: Not the Captain

Does that mean *I* can still have alcohol

Wow that sounded so formal: IS BOOZE ALLOWED ON THE PREMISES

When you say he can’t have alcohol does that mean he’ll die or does it mean he gets drunk faster than usual

Oooo v important question thank u bliz

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Remus muttered.

Message to: Not the Captain

I’m not going to tell you not to drink anything, but it’s BYOB

Also if you give the invalid any alcohol I will personally shove a shot glass up your ass

Several seconds of silence passed.

Message from: Not the Captain

Well goddamn okay

As someone who has had Problems before: mixing pain meds and booze can/ will cause liver damage so like. Don’t.

Thanks Harz

Thank you Harvard

Thanks Harzy

Kiss me on the mouth Big Brain O’Hara

Remus set his phone on the table and ran a hand down his face, then flipped it back over and ignored the dozen new messages that had popped up in his absence.

Message to: Not the Captain

Cap’s house Friday 8 pm

He contemplated adding a request not to bring up Harry, but decided against it. Best to let things go on as usual—James was the only one he would have worried about, but he was perceptive, and he would know better than to poke that particular open wound while everyone was trying to have a good time.

Message from: Not the Captain

Loops I’m in love with your planning skills

Thank u mom

Kiss me on the mouth Loops

STOP

--

Sirius hadn’t been so visibly excited since…well, if Remus had to guess, since the night they figured their shit out for real. He was like a puppy at summer camp, happily parked by the big front window while the guys rotated in and out and music thumped off the walls. Remus caught his eye and smiled at the giddy grin that instantly came to life on his face, shaking his head when Sirius motioned him over. Nachos, he mouthed, tilting his head to the kitchen. Sirius gave a dramatic shrug, but then Kuny settled next to him and his attention was gone.

A weight lifted off Remus’ chest. He hadn’t realized how much pressure he had been putting on himself as in-house doctor over the past three weeks, playing medic 24 hours a day. Sirius had never asked him to, but he felt like it was implied. What was a little more work, anyway?

Remus looked over the crowd again once the nacho pan was out of the oven and sighed into his vodka lemonade. A lot more work. More than he had expected. Sirius was doing such a good job of regulating his own meds and exercises, but the little part of Remus that needed to know everything, always, had been screeching toward oblivion in the back of his head. He should just be grateful that Regulus didn’t seem interested in one-on-one attention, because there wasn’t any left to give.

A shadow darkened his periphery. “I’m not kissing you on the mouth.”

“Not even a peck?” Talker teased, slinging an arm over his shoulders to give him a little shake.

“Oh—Jesus, Talkie,” Remus laughed as his drink nearly sloshed over the rim of the cup.

“You’re lurking. Why are you lurking? Party people don’t lurk.”

He sucked the spilled lemonade off his finger, making a face at the bite of alcohol. “I have never in my life been a party person.”

“That’s a lie,” Talker scoffed. “I bet college Loops went wild.”

“College Loops studied.” And gave an accounting student semi-regular blowjobs.

“Okay, then maybe current Loops needs to take a deep breath and stop looking at the captain like he’s going to spontaneously combust.”

Remus’ face heated and he looked away. Fuck. He had been trying not to do that.

Talker gave him another, gentler, shake. His eyes were kind when Remus glanced up. “I get it, man, we’re all worried. But you’ve got a bazillion people here who can keep an eye on Cap while you both have fun.”

“I’m trying to be better about it.” The words felt lame.

But Thomas didn’t mock him, just ruffled up his hair and took a sip of beer. “He looks good. Healthier. His posture’s better, too.” His lips quirked when he looked back to Remus. “C’mon, I was a kinesiology major. I know shit.”

Remus knocked his forehead on Talker’s shoulder. “Thanks, T.”

“Any time. Can I try that?”

Remus transferred his drink to his other hand, out of reach. “Absolutely not.”

“Swap?”

“Nope.”

“Can I smell it?”

“Why would you—”

A commotion kicked up and Remus knew what had happened before his name left James’ lips. “I’m fine,” he heard Sirius say as he set his drink down and made a beeline for the living room.

Fucking shit, he knew that tone. Tight with pain and trying to hide it, the same one that always reared up when Sirius tried to go too fast. The guys moved out of the way without question, dispersing to give them space before Remus even had to ask. The carpet was soft under his knee when he knelt and took Sirius’ hands. “Ice or Advil?”

“I’m fine,” Sirius gritted out. His eyes were shut so tight the edges crinkled.

Remus swallowed his initial protest, lowering his voice to a murmur. “Five shallow—”

“—five deep,” Sirius finished for him on the third shallow breath. “Ouais, I got it.”

He waited until the obvious pain had faded from his angular face, then another five breaths before giving Sirius’ hands a gentle squeeze. The team was still chatting in the background, but it was more subdued. Less natural, more like a movie set. “Did you turn too quick?” he asked quietly.

Sirius’ jaw ticked. “Sat up straight.”

Remus’ heart sank. Just last week, they had gotten to the point where that didn’t cause immediate agony anymore. “Okay,” he started. “Okay, I’ll grab some ice, we’ll start saying goodbye—”

“No.” He stopped cold; the tension between Sirius’ brows eased and he looked up, guilty now. “Merde, sorry, I—no, we don’t have to kick everyone out. I’m alright.”

Remus leaned in and kissed his cheek, letting his lips linger a moment longer than usual. “Tell me if it starts hurting more, yeah?”

Sirius nodded. His hands gave a quick pulse around Remus’ before letting him go.

It didn’t take much to let everyone know the party was winding down after that. Remus didn’t have to say a word.

Sirius noticed anyway.

“I told you I was okay.”

Remus looked up from the dishwasher. “What?”

“My ribs.” Sirius’ expression was dark, irritated, the closest to angry he had seen in a while. “Earlier, when they hurt again. I told you I was fine and you just…why would you do that?”

“Do what?”

“You really fucking suck at playing dumb, so don’t.”

Remus’ brows shot up toward his hairline. He spared a moment to be glad Regulus was having a video game night with Leo before setting a plate down and turning fully to Sirius, who had worked himself up into even more of a thunderstorm. “Look, I didn’t say anything to anybody—”

“You don’t have to say things to tell people to fuck off.”

“I didn’t tell anybody to fuck off!”

“You told them to leave!”

“I don’t make decisions for your teammates—”

“No, you make them for me.” Sirius exhaled hard through his nose and combed a hand through his already-messy hair. “When are you going to start trusting me with my own body, Remus? When? At what point are you going to admit that you don’t know everything?”

“When you start acting like you can treat this seriously,” he snapped.

Sirius stopped cold. Remus held his breath, biting down hard on the inside of his cheek. Oh, karma, you really are a bitch.

There was no option but to keep pushing. The idea of it made Remus feel sick, but his mouth was already running off again. “I get that you’re frustrated—”

“I’m not frustrated, I’m angry—”

“—then join the fucking club, because I’ve spent the last three weeks trying to keep you from breaking yourself all over again while you—”

“There you go again!”

“Stop making me the only one with common sense!”

“Stop being a control freak, Remus!”

“It’s like you don’t even care about healing—”

“You won’t let me hold my godson!”

Oh. Oh. Remus felt the fight flee from his body in one rush. Oh, no. Sirius’ chest was heaving, and with each harsh inhale, more pain etched his expression. He looked down at the dishtowel in his hand, wrung tight between his white knuckles. It was harder than he thought to pry his fingers off it and set it on the countertop. “Sirius…”

“He’s so little. He’s so little, and I wasn’t there when he was born, and every time I try and be there now it’s like nobody wants me to.” Sirius’ voice wavered and he took a shaky breath, crossing his arms over his chest. Remus couldn’t make himself move. “That’s all I want, Re.”

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered. Tears threatened the backs of his eyes; Sirius’ were already filling, and he sniffled them back. “Sirius, I…”

Sirius shook his head. “I know.”

“That wasn’t what I meant by any of it.”

“Yeah, I know.”

The rough edge of his voice grated on Remus’ heart; he closed some of the distance between them, hands hanging useless by his sides. “I just didn’t want to see you hurting,” he said at last. “And I totally fucked it up.”

“No, no you didn’t.” Sirius tipped his head back, like he was willing the tears to go back where they had come from.

“I did,” Remus repeated. “I’m sorry, Sirius. Baby, I’m so sorry.”

“I know you were trying to help,” he said thickly. “But I—I didn’t get to hold Reg as a baby and I told James I would be there for him and nobody is letting me do anything and what if he doesn’t know me? He’s just a baby, what if I’m not important to him?”

Remus fought the tremor of his lower lip. “You are,” he managed. “Every time you go over, he lights right up like he just saw his favorite person in the world.”

The first sob made Sirius’ shoulders jerk and he clenched his fist, biting back a groan. Remus stepped closer and carefully uncurled it, sliding his own there instead. Sirius fell into him, his arms still tucked against his chest while Remus rubbed light circles over his back. “I’m a horrible godfather,” Sirius said into his shoulder, misery in every word.

“You’ve only been one for three weeks,” Remus laughed humorlessly. If you’re a horrible godfather, I’m the worst boyfriend in history. “I think Harry can cut you some slack for broken bones.”

Sirius hiccupped. “Do you really think I can’t take care of myself?”

Remus had been wrong before. This was the real killing bite of karma. Next time, universe, please just beat me with a baseball bat. It’ll hurt less. “I think I’m more of a control freak than I like to admit,” he said with a kiss to the shell of Sirius’ ear. “I think you’re a lot smarter than anyone gives you credit for. I think you have the patience of a saint for living in the same house as a medic when you’re injured.”

“Can’t exactly kick you out, now.”

“I’ll could sleep over at Talkie’s.”

“Non, you two would elope before the week was out. I’d never stand a chance.”

Remus buried his smile in the bend of Sirius’ neck as weak laughter shook them both. The house, what little he could see of it over Sirius’ shoulder, was less of a mess than he expected. “Baby?”

Sirius made a quiet noise.

“Wanna finish these nachos with me?”

The apology must have come through clear enough. Sirius relaxed in his arms and his hands moved down to bracket Remus’ hips, fingers slipping into his belt loops once more. He bent for a chaste kiss that deepened for just a moment before pulling away, though their noses still bumped at the end. “You taste like vodka, a little bit,” Sirius informed him.

“That’s the closest you’re getting to any big kid drinks until you’re done with your meds.”

“Re?”

“Yes?”

“You’re doctor-ing again.”

Remus winced. “Sorry.”

Sirius kissed him again, which felt like a good sign. “If this is the closest I’m getting to vodka—” He paused to tilt his head and Remus felt his knees go gooey at the brush of soft lips. “—then I’d better savor it, hmm?”

“Yeah, you better,” Remus said, a little dizzy with the rush. Party adrenaline, explosive catharsis, ginger-beer-flavored kisses—he didn’t know what he’d do if the night kept going like this.

They ate the nachos eventually, elbow-to-elbow at the kitchen counter. Remus kept his mouth shut until Sirius’ timer went off and he took his meds, no reminders necessary. When they went to bed that night, the pillow barrier didn’t cross either of their minds.

When they woke in the morning, Sirius held his hand.

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Grace - Chapter 10/10

Title: Grace [AO3]

Characters: Thomas, Alison, Mike, Baby Cooper, the Ghosts, the Plague Ghosts

Summary: “Mike and I are going to have a baby.”

Baby Cooper’s arrival at Button Houses changes many things, and all for the better - at least at first. Or as Mary once said: babies can see ghosts sometimes but usually only up until they can walk.

Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - Epilogue

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A/N: This was written before series 5 so there are no spoilers in it. Also, this is the last regular chapter. Only the epilogue left to go!

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Grace

Chapter 10: The Story

Christmas morning, despite Thomas’s absence, is a flurry of excitement.

The ghosts are already waiting by the tree when Alison and Mike come downstairs with a sleepy Grace in their arms. Grace makes a confused snuffling noise against Mike’s shoulder when they don’t go straight to the kitchen like they normally would but instead take the main stairs to the drawing room. The change in routine and the fact that they’re all still in their pyjamas is enough for Grace to rub the sleep from her eyes and lift her head to look around. The moment she spots the lit Christmas tree – lovingly decorated with Fanny’s help just a few days ago – and the brightly coloured presents underneath it, her eyes widen and she lets out an excited squeal that makes the ghosts laugh.

It’s exactly the kind of reaction Alison and Mike had been hoping for. Grace obviously still doesn’t quite grasp the concept of presents but it’s clear she absolutely loves tearing off the wrapping paper and that, Alison thinks, is good enough.

The drawing room floor is already a mess by the time half the presents have been opened. When the Captain remarks that it looks like a bomb crater, Alison agrees with a chuckle. Neither she nor Mike mind, though, not when Grace unwraps every single present with a shriek of unrestrained delight that makes her face light up with pure joy, no matter from whom it is. Alison had been a little worried about there not being a present from Thomas under the tree but clearly, Grace is too overwhelmed by the sheer number of presents to unwrap and toys to play with that she doesn’t notice.

Allowing her shoulders to relax, Alison sits back and simply enjoys the moment. Mike is taking as many pictures and videos as he can, and every now and then he’s leaning over to show her one when he manages to catch Fanny’s apparition in it. They will put those photos aside for a special album later, one that no one but Grace and they will ever see.

Eventually, the mountain of presents dwindles until it’s down to the very last one. It’s the little doll they have made for Grace and Alison sets up her phone to film the moment before she joins her daughter and Mike on the floor.

“Now, Grace, this is a very special present Santa made just for you,” she says, trying to sound mysterious.

“Oh yeah,” Mike nods. “It’s one of a kind for a very special young lady.”

Alison is not sure how much Grace understands but she is a little more careful when she takes the present out of Mike’s hands and starts to unwrap it. Her tiny fingers struggle with the paper for a moment before it finally falls away. Grace’s mouth forms a perfect little ‘o’ when her eyes fall on the doll. She blinks in silence for a heartbeat – once, twice – before she gasps out Thomas’s name and hugs him tightly to her chest, beaming like Alison has never seen her before.

“Oh, that’s so sweet,” Alison hears Mick sigh from somewhere behind her.

“Look at her,” Jean gushes fondly. “Oh, Thomas and Nigel will be so sad to have missed this.”

“Do you reckon she’ll make ones for all of us?” Pat wonders aloud.

There’s a beat of silence before the ghosts erupt into excited chatter. Alison smiles to herself, having known this would happen. She glances over at Mike and whispers, “Just so you know: there’s no way you’re getting out of making the rest.”

Mike sighs before he resigns himself to his fate with a shrug. “As long as it makes the ghosts and her happy.”

“It does,” Alison promises and kisses his cheek before she turns her attention back to her daughter. “Do you like your present, Grace?”

Grace nods, her eyes bright and full of joy as she holds up Thomas for her and Mike to see. “’omas!”

“That’s right!” Mike says and sweeps his daughter up into his arms. “Your very own little Thomas.”

The whole room dissolves into a chorus of Aw’s when Grace presses a kiss to doll’s face and holds it close again.

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That night, after all the wrapping paper has been cleared away and their bellies are filled with cookies, they tuck Grace into bed together. Thomas’s portrait is still standing where Grace can see it but now she has mostly eyes for the doll, just as Alison had hoped she would. Grace keeps babbling at it like she used to babble at Thomas, and it would be adorable if it hadn’t also felt a little bittersweet. Alison promised Thomas that the doll would not replace him – she had intended for it only to be a crutch, not a substitute – but looking at her daughter now she realises it was inevitable that Grace would treat it as if it were real. It’s what children do – it’s what Alison used to do when she was missing her dad and didn’t yet understand why he didn’t come home.

“Sory?” Grace asks after Mike has changed her into her reindeer pyjamas. She holds up little Thomas with a hopeful smile.

“Oh,” Alison says and exchanges a quick, panicked look with Mike before she gentles her voice and tries to explain. “No, sweetheart. This Thomas is just there for cuddling. He can’t tell you a story.”

Grace’s face falls.

“But you could,” Mike suggests. “You’ve heard him tell her stories, haven’t you?”

She has but Alison’s not sure she could actually do him justice. There’s a reason Thomas has always done this: his mind is full of ideas and creativity where hers is just … not. He may not be able to find the right words for his poems most of the time but his stories for Grace were always told in the most beautiful prose born of pure imagination. Thomas used to be able to captivate her with his tales in a way Alison has never quite managed to and knows she never will.

But when she sees the pleading look on her daughter’s face and Mike’s encouraging smile, she decides she will just have to give a try.

It goes … semi-well.

She manages to scrap together what little information she remembers about the magical realm Thomas has created for Grace over the last year and spins a story of her own about wizards and kings and scary monsters in the woods. Grace looks a little sceptical and interrupts her a time or two when she gets a name wrong but she doesn’t start crying so Alison counts it as a win. Still, she’s no Thomas and it’s obviously not the same. She can see it in Grace’s face when she settles down with little Thomas in her arms and a sadness in her eyes that no child her age should know yet.

In that moment, she would have given anything to give her daughter back what she had lost.

“I’d call that a rousing success,” Mike says softly as they turn off the lights and leave the room. They have promised the ghosts to watch Home Alone with them tonight and Alison is looking forward to a few quiet hours of snuggling with Mike on the couch after the whirlwind that was Christmas Day.

“Really?” she asks. “I’d call that a crisis narrowly averted.”

Mike puts his arm around her and pulls her close. “You’re too hard on yourself, Ali. The doll was a brilliant idea and the story was a bit weird but not half-bad, actually.”

Alison snorts. “Not half-bad, huh?”

“You know what I mean,” Mike says and presses an apologetic kiss against her temple. “Grace is asleep, isn’t she? And she didn’t cry. That’s all that matters.”

Alison supposes he’s right. It doesn’t change the fact that it shouldn’t be her telling these stories, though. Thomas has created that world, and no matter how good she may become at reimagining it, she knows it will always feel like she’s taking something else away from him.

She tries her best to push that feeling away when they settle down on the couch with the rest of the ghosts to watch the movie. Young Jemima has joined them for Film Club this time, tentatively standing by the door and clutching her own doll to her chest the whole way through the film. By the time the credits start to roll, that uneasy knot in Alison’s stomach has unravelled almost completely. She wishes the ghosts a merry Christmas and shakes Kitty’s snow globe one last time to make her smile before she heads to bed with Mike.

“I’ll just check in on Thomas very quickly,” she says when they pass by Thomas’s room. The door is closed as it always is these days and she quietly knocks. When there’s no reply she pushes it open – just enough to look into the room in case Thomas is asleep already.

Thomas is not asleep.

He’s not there.

No one is. The room is empty and Alison’s blood runs cold as she feels that old, familiar fear and panic from a few weeks ago creeping up her spine and clawing at her chest.

“Mike,” she says. Her voice comes out shaky and faint. “Thomas, he’s – he’s is gone.”

She sees her own fears reflected on his face for a moment before Mike forces them away with a smile and gently takes her hand. “I’m sure it’s nothing. Maybe he went downstairs to enjoy the Christmas tree now that all the ruckus is over?”

They left the lights on for that exact reason – just on the off-chance that Thomas would want to sit quietly by the tree tonight.

“But what if he didn’t?” Alison can’t help but ask. “We knew today was going to be hard for him. God, I should have checked in on him earlier. Why didn’t I check in on him earlier, Mike? I–“

Mike stops her with a quick but heartfelt hug. “Let’s check downstairs first before we panic, okay?”

When they reach the drawing room with it’s beautifully lit up tree and toys strewn all across the floor, they find it just as empty as Thomas’s room.

“Still no need to panic,” Mike reassures her before Alison can so much as open her mouth to give voice to her anxiety. “I’m sure he hasn’t run off again. Didn’t you say the plague people are with him?”

“Yes, but – maybe he managed to slip away,” Alison says, knowing how ridiculous that was. Nigel and the others would have found her immediately if something like that had happened.

Mike gives her a look that says exactly the same. “And maybe there’s a perfectly rational explanation for everything. Come on, let’s look in on Grace and then we’ll go look for him.”

Despite the feeling of terror swirling in her gut, Alison lets herself be led back upstairs. She can’t bear to look into Thomas’s room when they pass it, can’t bear to think about losing him again just when things are finally looking up a little, can’t bear to imagine a life without–

She stops in her tracks when they round the corner and nearly run into the villagers quietly talking among themselves in front of their bedroom. Mike gives her a quizzical look. “What is it?”

Instead of answering, Alison chokes out, “Have you seen Thomas?”

A dozen pairs of eyes turn to stare at her. Jean’s are the first to widen in realisation. She turns away from Mick and steps forward with an apologetic look on her face. “Oh Alison, we are so sorry. We did not mean to worry you. Thomas, he – he just wanted to see Grace.”

The anxiety leaves Alison in one relieved breath. “He wanted to see her?”

The villagers nod while Nigel gestures towards the door. “If you come closer, you can hear him talking.”

The villagers part for her and Mike and smile encouragingly when she leans her ear against the door. For a moment, there is nothing and then–

“–apologise that it took me so long to come and see you. You must think I have abandoned you but I promise you I have not. I would never do that because I know what it feels like. My father, you see – he was barely around when I grew up. I missed him terribly even though he seldom had a kind word to say when he was home.”

He took a deep breath.

“I know you are not my daughter. I know I will never be able to hold you in my arms or smile at you again or make you laugh. But I will still be here, Grace. I’ll always be here.”

Alison puts a hand to her mouth and turns away from the door. She looks up at Mike, knows there are tears in her eyes and does not care. “He’s pouring out his heart to her.”

The smile that lights up Mike’s face is beautiful. His arms pull her close and Alison can’t quite stifle a sob when he says warmly, “Told you he wouldn’t run.”

Alison laughs against his chest. Behind her, the villagers mumble soft reassurances that make her heart feel both too big and too small for her chest.

“I’m sure Thomas wouldn’t mind you going in,” Walter’s wife suggests gently when she pulls back from Mike. “It is quite late.”

The others nod in agreement but Alison shakes her head. “No, we’ll wait here. If Thomas wants to spend time with Grace, we can wait.”

Mike nods and they settle down on the floor with their backs to the wall. The villagers join them and every now and then, Alison can make out some of the words Thomas murmurs to Grace in the dark behind the door.

“–like the sun–“

“I wish I could–“

“–love you, never doubt that.”

“I won’t leave–”

The tremor in Thomas’s voice is heart-breaking but his devotion to Grace is as unwavering as the sunrise in the morning and the sunset at dusk, and it gives Alison hope. She listens to the promises he whispers into the night, listens to the regrets and the love that come pouring out of him in tidal waves after weeks of having had no outlet until he finally takes a deep breath and begins to sing a now achingly familiar song.

“Good night, sleep tight In the evening light…”

When the last word fades, there is silence on the other side of the door for a moment. Alison can just imagine him bending down to press a ghostly kiss against Grace’s brow as she saw him do a hundred times since they’ve brought Grace home.

“Sleep well, Gracie. Your little Thomas will keep you safe in your dreams.”

Smiling softly to herself, Alison closes her eyes for a second. Other parents tell their children that angels are watching over them to reassure them that they will never be alone but she knows her daughter has something better: she has ghosts – a whole family of them. Thomas might have been referring to the doll of him but the sentiment is still true: he will always look out for her – they all will. As long as Grace lives in Button House, she won’t ever be truly alone.

Alison can’t think of anything more comforting or reassuring than that.

When Thomas finally fades through the door, he looks exhausted and rejuvenated at the same time. The pain and grief of the last few weeks are still etched into his face and will probably remain there for the rest of his afterlife but there is a spark in his eyes again and a lightness to his movements that hasn’t been there for weeks; as if a huge weight has finally been lifted off his shoulders.

He looks surprised to see them all sitting in the hallway, smiling up at him. A light blush rises to his cheeks and he glances down at his feet in embarrassment. “Apologies. I ... I did not mean to keep you from retiring.”

“You didn’t,” Alison says warmly even as Mike snores softly on her shoulder. “We did not mind waiting.”

Thomas lifts his eyes to look at her. Still a little bashful, he says, “I just wanted to wish her a happy Christmas.”

Alison’s smile softens. “Happy Christmas to you too, Thomas.”

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She half-expects him to be there for breakfast the next morning but he is not. Alison tries not to feel too disappointed. She knows Thomas made a huge step forward the night before but that doesn’t mean everything will be magically okay. Life and death don’t work like that. She has found her new normal but Thomas is still in the process of finding his, and until he does, all she can do is hope that in time he will smile and laugh with them again and grate on their nerves with his awful, awful poetry. She’d never thought she’d say this but after everything that happened she would love nothing more than to hear another rendition of Hermione and Roger.

When New Year’s Eve comes around and Mike convinces her to have fireworks this year, she goes in search of Thomas to make sure he won’t mind. She knows he gets easily started by loud noises, especially unexpected ones, and even she has to admit that fireworks can sound an awful lot like gunshots. The last thing she wants is for him to start the new year with a panic attack.

If she’s completely honest, Alison couldn’t care less about fireworks. Mike’s always loved them, though, and she can tell he’s desperate to show them to Grace. Since neither of them is keen on upsetting Grace’s new routine now that she’s finally sleeping through the night again, they settle on having them in the morning, just before sunrise when it’s still dark, rather than at midnight. It’s a good compromise, she thinks; one that will allow ghosts like Thomas and Mary who aren’t fond of the spectacle a good night’s sleep.

So that evening she stops by Thomas’s room on her way to get Grace ready for bed and knocks on his door, completely forgetting for a moment that she has Grace in her arms. She only realises when she sees Thomas’s surprised face and the way Pat places a comforting hand on his elbow, and immediately feels awful about it. “Oh sorry, I didn’t think–“

“It’s all right,” Thomas says softly. For a brief moment, his eyes flick to Grace and the doll tightly clasped in her hands. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you about her, actually.”

His words take Alison by surprise. “You have?”

Thomas nods and visibly steels himself for what he’s about to ask. “Jemima told me you’ve taken over Storytime?”

Alison grimaces. She’s been meaning to tell him about it for days but with Mike catching a cold just after Christmas and the dinners they were hosting the days afterwards she simply hasn’t found the time.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” she says, hoping he can hear her genuine regret in her voice. “I know it’s your thing but she missed the stories and I–“

“Oh no, no, no,” Thomas interrupts her. His hands are restless and nervously fiddling with the cuff of his sleeves. “I did not mean to imply – that is, I meant to ask if you’d, you know, like some … further inspiration for them, perhaps?”

His dark eyes are wide and hopeful but there is a fear lurking in their corners that reveals just how afraid he is that he’s no longer wanted or needed in that role. It breaks Alison’s heart.

His offer, though – that makes her close her eyes and let out a sigh of bone-deep relief. “Oh, thank god. I honestly don’t know how you can come up with a new story every night, Thomas. It’s so hard!”

“’omas?” Grace asks sleepily. “Sory?”

Alison smiles down at her daughter and boops her lovingly on the nose. “Yes, sweetheart. Thomas is here and will tell you a story tonight.”

Grace’s whole face lights up, and when Alison looks back at Thomas, she sees tears welling up in his eyes. “So you … wouldn’t mind?”

“Of course not!” Alison laughs, wishing she could pull him close and show him just how grateful she is for his offer. “This has always been your thing and I’ll happily relegate myself to being your voice if it means I no longer have to come up with another adventures for the Elders or Wizard Bradley.”

“And his Mojo,” Thomas whispers, letting out a shuddering breath.

Pat gently pats his arm. “See? I told you it’d be okay.”

Thomas gives him a watery smile before he follows Alison to the master bedroom. He’s not as confident as he used to be. His steps are hesitant, and when he takes up position at the foot of Grace’s crib, he does so with a tentative glance around the room.

“Relax,” Alison smiles at him over her shoulder as she changes Grace into her pyjamas, unable to bear to see him so unsure of himself. She watches Thomas unclasp his hands out of the corner of her eyes only to clasp them again behind his back. When he realises what he’s doing, he lets them fall to his sides and holds them there, tense and trembling.

Oh Thomas, she thinks and picks up Grace. “Hey. There’s no need to be nervous. You’ve done this a hundred times before.”

“Not like this,” Thomas mumbles.

He’s scared that Grace will cry, that it won’t be enough – that he won’t be enough. And yet he’s still here, still willing to give this a try both for his and Grace’s sakes. It makes Alison’s chest tighten with a love so overwhelming that she wishes she could take his hand and squeeze it until the worry lines around his eyes smooth out and fade away.

Instead she sits down on the bed and gently pats the empty space beside her. When Thomas joins her, she gives him an encouraging nod and smiles. He swallows hard and closes his eyes for a moment before he begins to tell a story for the first time in weeks.

It works better than Alison could have hoped for. His hesitance slowly turns into confidence as he spins a tale more magical than any of the stories Alison has come up with in the days and weeks before combined. His eyes light up with enthusiasm and joy when Alison repeats his words and the sceptical look on Grace’s face transforms into one of wonder when she recognises Thomas’s words in Alison’s voice.

“’omas!” she says happily and cuddles her doll with a smile.

Alison kisses the dark curls on her head. “Yeah, your Thomas is right here.”

She points to her left and Grace’s eyes follow her. For one beautiful moment, she’s looking directly at Thomas and he at her. Thomas’s words falter and in the silence that follows, Alison looks at him to make sure he is all right. There is a smile tugging at his lips, soft in the way it has only ever been for Grace. He doesn’t just look happy – he looks at peace – and when he picks up his story again, the words flow more freely than they had before.

Afterwards, when the day has been saved and the magical realm can rest peacefully again, he takes a breath and begins to sing softly. After hearing Jemima sing it so often now, Alison knows the words by heart and joins in without hesitation. Their voices meet in the night, harmonising just as beautifully as they had on that very first Christmas they sang together by the piano, and she knows she will remember this moment forever – knows that right here, right now, Thomas is healing and coming back to her. It’s the first sunlight after a terrible storm, a glimpse at the stars after hours of darkness, the sound of seagulls after weeks lost at sea. It’s a heart gathering up its broken pieces and duct-taping them together, and a lost soul finding a lighthouse on the shore that helps it guide its way back home.

When the song fades and only Grace’s quiet breaths fill the silence of the last night of the year, Thomas looks down at Grace’s sleeping face and whispers even though he doesn’t have to, “I wanted this year to end on a happy note.”

He looks up at Alison, then, and smiles. They sit together in the dark for a while and watch Grace sleep before they head downstairs to the kitchen, together. For the first in weeks, Thomas spends the evening with her and the others, and when the clock strikes midnight, she turns to him and places the ghost of a kiss on his cheek. “Happy new year, Thomas.”

His eyes crinkle with happiness.

#bbc ghosts #bbc ghosts fanfic #my fic #bbc ghosts babyfic #thomas thorne #alison cooper

[agirlwithbigdreamsforher]

CHAPTER 28

THE NANNY: CHAPTER 28

Pairing: Andy Barber x Annie Johnson (OFC)

Summary: Working and single parenting is not easy. Andy needs to find a nanny for his son Jacob. Annie, an education degree student at Lasell University, comes to their lives just in time for the big changes in Andy’s life.

Warnings: cursing words.

A/N:  Look I know these kind of processes take a lot of time, but this is a work of fiction. And again I do not know anything about law, I’m not a lawyer.

Disclaimer: I do not give permission for any of my works to be copied, used, translated nor reposted anywhere else but here on this blog. Do not steal what you didn’t work for. Minors and ageless blank blogs don’t interact with me or my works. Reblogs and likes are always welcome. Thank you for reading this work of fiction.

Word count: 1854

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Day 5. Both Lynn and Andy were stressed, no matter what they did, no matter what they showed, Richard had a comeback for everything.

“I would like to call Andrew Barber to the stand.” Lynn said and Andy walked to the bench. “Hello, Andy. How you been?”

“I’m well, thank you.”

“Excellent. Andy I want you to tell me everything that happened the day Mrs. Cox left.”

“Well, it was on August 20th. That day I woke up early as per usual. Went out for a morning run. When I came back Laurie was preparing Jake a bottle.”

“I’m sorry to interrupt but when you came back did she did or said anything that made you notice she was going to leave?”

“No. I came back, took a shower, we had breakfast together, we kissed before I left.” Andy took a breath, “I went to work. And when I came back, she was gone.”

“Where was Jake?”

“His crying was the first thing that caught my attention as I walked into the apartment. He always was a calmed baby, he only cried when he was hungry, sleepy or dirty. I walked to his room and found him in his crib. I don’t know how long he was alone, but for the dirty diaper my guess is a couple of hours. I gave him a bath, changed him, and then I went to our room. She left a letter on the bed.”

“You can see a copy of the letter in the file provided to you.” Lynn walked to be in front of Andy, “Can you assure this is a copy of the real letter?”

“Yes.”

“Mr. Barber, did you try to look for your then wife?”

“Yes, I called her and surprisingly she answered her phone. She said she wasn’t going to come back and that I shouldn’t look for her.”

“But you did look for her.”

“Of course. She was my wife. I was in love with her and she was the mother of my child. I wanted to fix things.”

“When you finally found her, what did you do?”

“She was in New York. I went there and tried to talk to her, but she was already with somebody else.”

“How do you know she was with somebody else?”

“Her secretary told me.”

“Did you talk to her?”

“No, as I told you she send a secretary to tell me she wasn’t going to receive me, so I left. A month later the divorce papers arrived to my then home along with the letter resigning to her parent rights.”

“You can see that letter as well in the file.”

“Your honor, we already made clear that that letter is not a legal document, therefore cannot be taken serious, and it shouldn’t be taken into account as evidence.” Richard said.

“I’m just showing every paper Mrs. Cox left or gave to Mr. Barber. We know is not a legal document, but whether you like it or not, it is evidence.”

“I’ll allow it.” Richard rolled his eyes, “Please, continue Mrs. Canavan.”

“Do you believe Mrs. Cox cheated on you with her now husband?”

“Objection your honor, leading the witness.”

“Sustained.”

“I’ll rephrase that. Mr. Barber, do you think the reason why Mrs. Cox left, was because she was in love with somebody else?”

“I honestly don’t know.”

“Thank you, Mr. Barber. No more questions.”

“Mr. Anderson.” Judge Choi said, “Your witness.” Richard stood and walked towards Andy.

“Mr. Barber, you were born and raised in Boston, is that correct?”

“Yes.”

“Who did you used to live with?”

“My mother, she was a nurse in a county hospital in Boston.”

“Do you have brothers or sisters?”

“No, I was an only child.”

“Where was your father?” Andy got nervous.

“My father…” Andy looked at Lynn who nodded. “He is in prison.”

“Care to tell us why is he in prison?”

“He raped and murdered a girl. I was a kid back then.”

“Did you and Mrs. Cox ever argue before she left?”

“Yes, we had problems like any married couple.”

“What kind of problems?”

“Money problems.”

“Thank you, Andy. No more questions.”

“Alright,” Judge Choi said, “We will take a break and come back in an hour.”

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Laurie was in the stand, her hand over a bible and the other raised.

“Do you solemnly swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you, God?” The deputy asked Laurie.

“I do.”

“Have a sit.”

Laurie sat and Richard walked towards the stand.

“Mrs. Cox. How did you two met?”

“In NYU, we met at a party and we started to date.”

“How long after you started dating did you get pregnant?”

“About six months, we were in our last year.”

“How did you feel when you find out you were pregnant?”

“Scared. I think is a common feeling when you are not planning on having a baby.”

“What were your plans for after you graduate?”

“I was planning to stay in New York for a while maybe travel and then find a job as a painting restorer. I’ve always love art.”

“But then you got pregnant, and moved here with Andy.” She nodded, “Why?”

“Well, Andy was offered a position here, and since we were having Jake we needed something stable, so we moved.”

“Did you ever talk to Mr. Barber about coming back to New York?”

“Yes, but he always said no, he was focus on making a career in this place.”

“We already heard Mr. Barber’s version of the day you left. Would you please be so kind to tell us what actually happened that day?”

“It was August 20th. When I woke up Andy was gone, he used to work out or run in the morning before he left for work. I stood and took care of my baby, you know I cleaned him, changed his diaper, and then I went to prepare his bottle.”

“When Andy came back for his morning run, did you two argue?”

“Yes, I had asked him for some money and he refused to give it to me.”

“What was the money for?”

“Some house things.”

“What happened after Andy left for work?”

“I cleaned the apartment, spend time with Jake. The usual, I didn’t do much since I wasn’t working at the time.”

“Why weren’t you working if Jake was already one?”

“Well, we moved here before Jake was born. I didn’t have a job back then. Andy took care of the bills. I tried to look for a job after Jake was born but in a place like this there weren’t many options for a painting restorer.”

“When did you find out about Andy’s father?”

“Two months before I left. Andy never talked about his family. I met his mom, real nice woman, she was excited for our relationship, but unfortunately she passed away. But, whenever I asked about his dad he always said he was dead, he didn’t know him, and changed the topic.”

“When did you suspect he wasn’t telling the truth?”

“I asked him where his dad was buried and he didn’t give me an answer. I look for the name he had given me once on google and well his case appeared.”

“Were you afraid of him after you read the story of his dad?”

“Yes, I thought that if he had hidden something like that it must’ve been because he was like his dad.” A few tears rolled down her cheeks. Andy just shook his head, she was a pretty damn good actress. Richard passed her a tissue, “I wanted to get out, and I knew that if I confronted him he would’ve been violent, that’s why I left.”

“Your honor as you can hear, my client was afraid of his then husband, and she ran away. That doesn’t mean she didn’t want to see her son anymore.” Judge Choi listened and scribble something in his papers, “How you met Michael Cox?” Richard continued.

“He was a friend of a friend back in NYU. I told him I needed to go to New York and he helped me.”

“Did you fall in love with him after or before you left Andy?”

“After. Michael was nothing but kind and nice to me.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Cox. No more questions, your honor.”

“Mrs. Canavan, your witness.”

Lynn stood and walked with confidence to Laurie.

“Mrs. Cox. You said you and Andy argue before he left for work that day.”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“You said you asked him money to buy some things for your house.”

“Yes, that’s correct.”

“Ok, and how is a new pair of shoes something for the house.”

“Well, we all need clothes, don’t we?”

“Yes, of course. But a pair of shoes is not something essential for the house.”

“That’s what you think.”

“Mrs. Cox did you ever love Mr. Barber?”

“He got me pregnant. I think that answer your question.”

“No, not really. You’ll see in this business we always see many women who got pregnant over other things but love. So, I’ll ask you again. Were you, at some point, in love with Andy Barber?”

“Yes, I was.”

“So if you were in love, why were you afraid of him?”

“Did you not listen to what I said? I found out his dad murdered someone! I was not planning to stay with someone with that kind of background.”

“But you knew him, you dated him. I think that if you were in danger you would’ve noticed since the first date. We women know when a man doesn’t have good intentions and yet you kept dating him, you feel in love and then you got pregnant. You married, you moved here, and then you left.”

“I told you, I didn’t know about his father until we were here and Jake was already born.”

“So, knowing about his father made you feel unsafe?” Laurie just nodded, “Honey if he had wanted to hurt you he wouldn’t had married you.”

“Objection, your honor. What kind of comment is that?!”

“Sustained.”

“I’ll continue. I’m a mother of two beautiful girls, I’ll do anything for them, anything.” Laurie stared at her as Lynn walked in front of the stand. “So I don’t understand how a mother will leave her one year old baby with someone she thinks is dangerous. It doesn’t make any sense. As a mother all we want is for our kids to be safe, then why would you leave him with the son of a murdered?” Laurie just stared at her, opened her mouth to answer but nothing came out. Lynn raised her eyebrow and smiled, “No more questions, your honor.”

“Ok, we had heard enough for today. This case is dismissed until next week.” Judge Choi raised and left the room.

“That last part, was really good.” Andy said to Lynn.

“Thanks, she is saying a bunch of nonsenses. I think you might be right, she doesn’t want Jake, she wants something else, and we better find out what before the judge believes her fake tears and wins.”

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[imtryingmybeskar]

Drabble 19 - D23. I've taken this opportunity to write something cute for Din and Grogu. I hope you all enjoy Grogu's birthday party!

No warnings except for mentions of food and birthdays. This is just domestic parent and child fluffy stuff on Tatooine. Word count: 1476.

"Kid? Hey, kid!"

Din spoke softly but firmly, wanting Grogu to rise to wakefulness slowly in the hopes that he wouldn't be overly grouchy when he did. He felt a little bad about waking him up. He usually let him sleep whenever and for however long he wanted. But today was special.

"Grogu," Din murmured, placing his gloved hand gently upon the child's warm little body as it rested atop the nest of cosy blankets in the floating crib.

Grogu stirred, his ears twitched and he opened one, big, dark eye to regard Din blearily.

"Hey buddy," Din said, the smile on his face clear in his words, even behind his beskar. "I'm gonna pick you up now, okay? We gotta go."

The baby reached up with sleepy little grabby hands to affirm that yes, he wanted to be picked up. Din did so with the utmost care and gentleness, and tucked him into the crook of one arm, wondering for the hundredth time how such awesome powers could reside in such a little creature. He stroked the soft fluff on top of his head lovingly, and his heart gave a warm stutter in his chest when Grogu let out a tiny sighing yawn and wrapped his chubby clawed little fist around Din's thumb.

"We're at Auntie Peli's place," Din rumbled, looking down at the baby, whose ears had pricked up at the sound of Peli's name. "I've got a surprise for you, kid."

He strolled from his modified N-1 starfighter across the sandy stretch of hangar floor toward a large jumble of crates that had been hastily arranged to form a crude table and chairs. No one else seemed to be around, but a small feast was laid out atop of it - some roasted meat that Din didn't think he wanted to know the origin of, breads, sweets, fruits, cookies, eggs, some broth in a self-warming tureen, a bowl full of dung worms and in the centre of it all, a small cake covered in blue and white cream. Din placed Grogu gently on the table where he immediately reached for a fistful of worms and began eagerly slurping them down.

"Well hey there, Bright Eyes!" Peli's voice had a far-reaching, somewhat piercing quality at the best of times, and Din winced a little and subtly turned the sensors down in his helmet so as not to be deafened. She emerged from one of the myriad of rooms that branched away from the main hanger with her three pit droids following in her wake. All three were almost obscured behind the crates of bottled drinks they were carrying, and they were having a hard time not crashing into each other as they wove their way drunkenly across the sand.

Peli ignored them in favour of immediately cooing over Grogu, stroking his head and pushing a large grape into the hand that wasn't currently full of worms before placing a cardboard party hat on his head. It was coloured a shade of green so bright that it was offensive even through the darkened barrier of the T shaped visor of the Mandalorian's helmet. "Good to see ya! You too," she added warmly, glancing up at Din before resuming her attentions to the baby. "Glad to see you're keeping this one out of trouble."

"Well, mostly," Din chuckled. "Though he does love making me press that Kineso-switch. Little speed demon."

"I was talkin' to him," Peli twinkled. "And here," she added, holding out another of the brightly coloured hats to the Mandalorian. "Not a party unless you're wearin' one o' these."

"Are you serious?!" Din asked in stunned disbelief.

"Hey, we're all wearin' em!" she pointed out. This was true, even for the droids, though Grogu's was already askew over his enormous ears and one of the dung worms had somehow migrated to the tip and was hanging on for dear life. "And we won't tell anyone. Honest!" This solemn promise was immediately cheapened by the suggestive wink she followed it with.

Din sighed heavily, feeling put upon once again. But as he placed the ridiculous thing on his head and fastened the elastic strap around his chin, Grogu looked up from his feasting and the sight of the baby struck momentarily silent at the spectacle of his Mandalorian warrior father wearing a multi coloured polka-dotted party hat was enough to make him smile widely under his armour.

Before Din could think about taking the ridiculous thing off, another voice emerged from the shadowy interior of Peli's workshop.

"Good to see you, stranger." Cobb Vanth's time in the bacta tank at Boba Fett's palace seemed to have been beneficial. He moved as lithely and smoothly as ever, a wide smile gracing his handsome face as he shook Din's hand and clapped him on the back.

"Vanth. Thank you for coming," Din replied sincerely, the effect only slightly spoiled by the party hat over his beskar helmet.

"Hey, I'm not one to miss a party," the ex-Marshall said lightly, before moving away to snaffle some of the meat and bread.

"Nor am I," came a smoother, silkier voice from above. Fennec Shand was perched atop one of the rocky outcrops buttressing the centre of the hangar looking for all the world like she had been waiting there for hours, though Din knew she hadn't been there even a moment before. She jumped gracefully to the sandy floor, rolling forward once and springing to her feet athletically in one fluid movement.

"Can't you come in through the front door just for once?" Peli asked, her voice half demand, half desperate plea. Fennec only grinned wickedly in reply. her face beautiful in its mischievousness.

"The Boss sends his regards. He can't make it today. Some laser brained huttspawn causing trouble in Anchorhead. He wanted to take care of it himself, send a message to them. He did, however, send this with me." As if by magic a small leather holster appeared in her hand and she offered it to the Mandalorian. "I don't think he was too sure of what to get the little guy," she added quietly, the words meant for Din's ears only. Grogu was still happily eating everything in sight, and with the sudden appearance of BD on the table too, he wasn't paying much attention to anything else.

Din opened up the holster and inhaled sharply. Though it looked as if it should contain a blaster, in fact there was a tiny dagger nestled in amongst the soft leather. He knew at a glance that it was Mandalorian forged and silently wondered how Boba had come by it, whether it had been his own father's once. The design was scaled down, a weapon specifically made for a child, and Din remembered well the drills he had perfected with such weapons himself when he had first been taken in as a foundling. The handle had been dyed a deep shade of blood red - an echo of the paint that some Mandalorians chose to adorn their armour. Red - to honour a parent.

Din found himself strangely moved by the gesture. A little choked up if he was honest. He raised his helmet to Fennec again and managed a heartfelt "Thank you."

"Gotta make sure he can protect himself," she replied with a knowing smile. "And you. Nice hat by the way."

As Fennec moved off smirking, Grogu seemed to finally have noticed all the other people around him and was making happy little cooing noises in the face of so much good food and so many of his friends. Din slid the dagger in its holster into the top of his boot for safekeeping, vowing that he would begin to train his son in the art of physical combat very soon. He stepped forward and cleared his throat before taking Grogu's now very sticky hand in his own.

"Hey buddy. I...uh...well its been a year since we met Ahsoka. And that means its been a year since I found out your name. I don't know your actual birthday, but I think this is as good a time to celebrate as any. Happy nameday kid. And uh...thank you all for coming today. And now...its time for cake!"

The adults cheered and clapped as Din presented Grogu with a piece of the birthday cake Peli had purchased. Grogu gave a squeal of delight and immediately shoved a handful into his mouth, getting cream and crumbs everywhere as he did so. Din's chest grew warm, the feeling spreading through his whole body as he looked fondly upon the scene. The galaxy was a mess, his own predicaments with the Darksaber and Mandalore looming. But for now, in this moment he could enjoy the blue sky and twin suns beating down upon these people - these friends - that he cherished.

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[meetmymouth]

theadora, part four.

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warnings for this chapter: mentions of poor body image

She turns to the sink again, and starts washing another bottle as Harry puts Theadora’s coat on, the yellow raincoat looking like it belongs to another toddler as it’s too baggy on the tiny baby.

“I’m putting this one in her bag just in case,” she says, wiping the bottle with a paper towel. “There’s four of them in there, but y’know, just in case.”

“Y/N, I have that machine at home. I can wash the bottles in there if anything happens. She’s only staying for the night.“

“Still.”

She turns around, and finds Thea cuddled into Harry’s neck, and it makes her smile. She looks just like him despite her features changing every day, and it makes her heart beat a bit faster when Harry turns to their baby and presses a kiss on her forehead.

“You worry too much,” Harry says, adjusting Thea in on his hip. “I know how to take care of our daughter.”

She raises her eyebrows like she’s ready for another argument. “I know. Never said you didn’t.”

“I know you did not. I’m just saying– don’t worry. I’ll call if anything happens– which, it won’t.”

“Did you get the PDF I sent you? About what she likes to eat, what she can eat…”

“I did, Y/N. Thank you.”

She walks towards them, and touches Thea’s shoulder, the sleepy baby looking up at her. “You’re welcome. I’m sorry–” she looks up at him this time, an apologetic smile taking over her features. “–I know you can take care of her. I just worry. I’m sorry.”

Harry smiles– a bittersweet smile. “It’s okay, you don’t need to apologise. I understand. Thank you for letting me have her tonight. We’ll be fine. She’ll behave,” he cranes his neck to look at Thea. “Won’t you, T?”

She rolls her eyes, a grin appearing on her face. “You know she’s gassy so if she’s fussy, you can try massaging her belly with that organic olive oil. Just heat it up a little in the microwave.”

“Okay.”

“Okay… Thea,” she goes, like the baby would answer to her name. She looks up though, and she lets Y/N press a kiss on the side of her face, then on her nose. “Mummy loves you. I’ll see you tomorrow morning, T.”

Harry hugs her into his chest, and watches Y/N place the extra bottle in her bag. She helps him put it over his shoulder, and they walk to the door, Y/N’s hands folded across her chest as if to protect her from the coldness of her now-empty flat.

“Can I FaceTime when you’re feeding her tonight,” she says, opening the door for them. “She likes when I sing to her while she eats.”

“Why can’t I sing to her?” Harry chuckles. “It’s my job.”

“Harry.”

“Of course you can FaceTime us. I’ll ring you. Now, can we go?”

“Yeah. I love you.”

They both freeze, her still holding the door, and she looks up first, eyes darting to Thea immediately.

“Say you love mummy back, Thea,” she says, words all hushed.

Harry clears his throat. “Thea, y’love mummy, too, don’t you? Yeah, she loves you,” he says, smiling down at the baby. “Right. See you.”

When the door closes behind them, she takes a deep breath, and exhales, pressing her forehead against the cold wood. She never not had Thea since her birth. Working from home meant doing everything with Thea in mind, and having her interrupt her work from time to time. Come to think of it, she wouldn’t have it any other way.

She already misses her.

She turns to walk back into the living room, and the stillness of it all makes her heart break into little pieces which only gets worse when she spots toys and blankets everywhere. She passes her yellow blanket thrown on the edge of the couch, and sighs, feet immediately carrying her into the open kitchen area.

It’s not any better though, the kitchen, as there are empty bottles and bowls decorating every surface, traces of baby food in each bowl making her frown– like Thea’s still here, upstairs in her room. She doesn’t know– can’t quite comprehend why it hurts this much, her being with her dad for only a day. She would see her tomorrow anyway. Plus, she could focus on herself today, maybe take a long bath with the bath salt her best friend had gotten for her last Christmas. Or perhaps, she could have some ‘me-time’, get naked and comfortable in her bed and do whatever she wanted.

Instead, she finds herself on the couch, a half-filled baby album in hand as a bottle of wine is sat on the coffee table. She turns yet another page, and it’s a photo of baby Thea, only a few days old, on Harry’s chest as he looks at her like she’s hung up the moon in the sky. The look of love, she can’t help but think. She wants to see the same look from up close again, wants to witness such moments– catching Harry wiping a tear off of his eye as Thea does nothing but grunt in her massive bassinet, or slow mornings with Thea laying between their almost-naked bodies, their body heat warming up the tiny baby as she stretched and yawned.

She misses it all.

She misses him.

Or perhaps she misses a version of him– the version where he’s with them which is one they’d rarely gotten before it all ended. She misses his socked feet and soft smile in the morning, his toothbrush in the toothbrush holder, his own makeup and skincare bag by the sink and the soft, slow morning sex.

The sex… it was mind blowing.

He was the best lover, while it lasted. He was a true pleaser, wanted to give and give, make you feel like you were on cloud nine. He knew how to use his mouth, it was as though he was made for it. He loved pleasuring you until you cried and writhed under his body weight as he fucked you with his mouth, whispered nasty thoughts into your skin and made you all his.

His cock. She misses his cock.

Perhaps it was weird, and pathetic of her to say that, but she misses his cock and his whole body, wrapping around hers like an octopus in the mornings whether it be for sex, or just some snuggles before Thea decided to wake them up. She misses his slow but confident thrusts, his big, soft hands on her tits as he fucked into her slowly, and his mouth ghosting over her mouth, her neck, her chest– anywhere he could reach. She misses his fingers buried deep inside her cunt, thumb slowly stroking her clit as he fucked her with his long, skilful fingers, mouth to mouth as he tried to kiss all over her face and whisper sweet nothings as much as he could.

She feels dirty, stupid thinking about such things while Thea’s baby album is on her lap. So, she closes it with a sigh, and reaches for her phone. Before she can find Harry’s contact though, the phone goes off, signalling a phone call from the man himself.

She answers without hesitation.

“Yes?”

She hears Thea’s cries in the background, and something dies deep inside her, and she gets on her feet immediately as if she would be able to help from such a distance.

“Y/N, she won’t stop crying.”

“Is she okay? What happened?” She asks, hand on her forehead, already contemplating running to her car and driving up there.

Harry sounds like he’s about to cry, and it makes everything worse, knowing how calm he usually is.

“Nothing happened. She played for a little bit, then she started crying. I think she knows she’s not going home tonight,” he mutters hurriedly, and curses when Thea begins screaming instead of letting out cries.

She looks around, almost wants to laugh at how pathetic that wine bottle looks now, and turns her attention back to Harry on the phone.

“Harry, calm down,” she tries, though she knows she herself needs to calm down. Despite her voice shaking, she thinks she’s making herself clear. “Put me on speaker.”

“On speaker?”

“On speaker.”

And, he does.

The screams become much louder.

“You’re on speaker,” Harry reminds her, and it’s as though she can see him at this very moment, bottom lip between his teeth as he keeps chewing the flesh in frustration, and she wants nothing more than to be with them, to hug them, to comfort them.

“Thea,” she says, remembering she’s still on a phone call. “Thea?”

The screams stop.

Like magic, the baby stops screaming, and only lets out little whines and grunts, like she’s trying to say something. She then lets out a short groan, and Harry calls her name, too,  both of them waiting for her response.

“Mummy’s on the phone,” Harry goes, and it’s obvious he’s closer to Thea at the moment because her breaths sound louder than they were before. “D’ya want to say hi to mummy, T?”

“Thea? I love you– mummy loves you sweetheart. I’ll see you tomorrow my love,” she bites her bottom lip. “What’s she doing?” She asks.

“Starin’ at my phone.”

“Are there tears?”

“Not anymore,” he chuckles. “Want to FaceTime her?”

“Leave that to when she’s eating,” she murmurs, not trusting herself enough not to cry as soon as she sees her baby’s face. “How is she?”

“She seems…” Harry hesitates. She holds her breath. “She seems fine. A little gassier than usual–”

“–Ma!”

Time freezes.

As soon as she hears Theadora’s meek voice uttering the word, she feels her breath hitch in her throat, hand coming up to rest on her chest as she starts breathing very, very heavily.

“What was that,” she says, all hushed as if to not disturb anyone– for whatever reason. “What was that, Harry?” She tries again, desperately waiting for him to talk.

“Uh. I think she just said… Mum?”

“Ma,” the little voice goes again, mimicking Harry.

“Harry, she–”

“–Y/N, calm down… Wait–” he goes, and the line goes dead.

She raises her eyebrows, staring down at her phone in her hands as she keeps breathing heavily.

How fucking dare he?

Not only Thea has just said her first word while away from her mother, but her dad seriously had the audacity to hang up the phone.

She calls him back immediately, bottom lip trapped between her teeth and legs shaking.

“You fucker,” she spits. “You fucker!”

“I had to take a video!”

“You hung up on me when my daughter said her first word!”

Harry groans. “I had to take a video! For you!”

“I can’t– I can’t believe you. Put me on speaker.”

“Y/N, stop shouting.”

“Put me. On speaker.”

“Thea, here’s your mummy. Again. And she’s angry– again–”

She gasps. “–Hey!”

“Say ‘mum‘ again, sweetheart,” Harry ignores her. “Say ‘mum’.”

“Thea,” she joins in, the smile back on her face now despite the circumstances. “Say ‘mum’ sweetie.”

“She looks like she’s about to fall asleep,” Harry chuckles. “Sorry, Y/N. I tried making her say it on video but she wouldn’t. I’m sorry…”

“I hate this.”

“Thea,” Harry ignores her again. “Say ‘mum’. Mum. Mumma.”

“Ma.”

“Oh my God.”

“That’s my girl!” Harry screams. “Did you hear that,” he asks.

With tears rolling down her face, she nods, like he can see her, and she murmurs a quite ‘yes’.

“I promise I’ll try to get it on video.”

“That’s okay.”

“I know this is not ideal,” he says, quietly and less enthusiastically this time. It’s obvious she’s not on speaker anymore. “Her saying it when you’re not present.”

“I know,” she sighs, because she doesn’t know what else to say, or do. “I know. And– and it’s not your fault. I mean– her saying it when she’s with you.”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah…”

“Y/N one, Harry zero, huh? Again.”

“Harry– that’s not funny. At all.”

“No– I know. I’m just– just taking the piss. Sorry,” he mumbles. She knows he’s running his fingers through his hair. “Anyway, I’ll let you go. It’s feeding time in about… forty five minutes according to that– that lengthy PDF so we’ll FaceTime you soon.”

“Okay.”

“Okay,” he says. “Thea, say buh-bye to Mummy.”

“Am I on speaker,” she clears her throat. “Bye, little star, mummy loves you. I love you, Thea.”

“She loves you, too.”

“Bye, Harry.”

“Talk to you later, Y/N.”

The alarm clock goes off at exactly six o’clock in the morning. She groans at first, hugging the duvet into her chest like someone’s just tried to peel it off of her, and rubs her feet together, in search of more warmth for her socked feet. She feels anger bubbling inside her when her phone goes off yet again, what seems to be seconds after she pressed the lock button on the side in hopes of snoozing a bit more.

According to the clock on her phone, it’s been exactly seven minutes since the first alarm.

With a pathetic whine, she throws the duvet off of her body, and sits in bed, hands going down to her feet to fix her socks. Then, she turns the alarms off on her phone, and tries to stretch without actually hurting herself. It’s hard, being so out of shape in every possible way, and it makes her grimace when she notices yet another stretch mark on her belly.

Some days were tough.

She’s never had the best relationship with her body. She was never the skinniest. She was constantly in a battle with herself whether to eat certain things or not– and it didn’t help when she was constantly picked on about her weight online, just like when she was younger and had bullies making her life miserable both at school and outside.

She hated her belly. She never particularly liked her boobs, but after giving birth to Thea, she’s come to despise how saggy and uneven they looked. She would often catch herself staring at them when she was in the shower, and oftentimes avoided mirrors when she was naked. It didn’t help that she didn’t have anyone telling and showing her otherwise, like Harry would whenever he noticed her mood change or whenever they had sex. He was always so understanding about it, and knew her boundaries and respected them, leaving her alone when necessary and showering her with love, kisses and cuddles when she felt like it… or showing her how incredible he found her, how hot she was and how sexy she was during sex.

She was incredible to him, maybe, she often found herself thinking, but was she incredible to herself? Did she, herself, think that way?

No. No, she did not.

She was trying, though.

She appreciated her body a lot more after Thea’s birth, at least the days she did were more than the ones she did not, because she thought a woman’s body was so incredible and wonderful, literally a home for another being until they’re out of your body in which you continued to feed and nurture them with said body.

Take breastfeeding, for example.

She loved breastfeeding, loved watching her baby feed on something as funny looking as boobs, and loved the fact that she was making all that milk in her own body, in her own way. It was mind boggling to say the least.

She flinches when there comes four sharp knocks on the front door, and immediately reaches for her hoodie that’s thrown haphazardly on the armchair. She gets the oversized hoodie over her head, and walks into the living room, feet still bare apart from her mismatched socks, and sees a tall figure through the glass part of the door. It’s obviously Harry, so at first, she goes to fix her hair, then she decides against it knowing there’s literally no point since the man saw their baby coming out of her vagina.

“You’re early,” she says, yawning, and smiles down at Thea situated on her dad’s hip. She’s looking cosy with her coat and a new green scarf that’s obviously from Harry.

Harry chuckles. “Sorry?”

“No, I just wasn’t expecting you this early– I just woke up,” the words come out all mumbled due to how sleepy she still feels. She moves aside, and watches him walk inside.

He places Thea down, the baby walking towards her all wobbly as she closes the door and she meets her half-way. She takes her into her arms, and breathes in the wonderful smell, kissing her neck first then her cheeks, making her whine and push her face away from hers.

“I got croissants,” Harry says, watching them with a smile. He places Thea’s bag on the couch, and opens it, taking out a brown bag.

“And you put them in the same compartment where her clothes are?”

He frowns.

She does, too. She regrets saying it, sounding so ungrateful that the smile is immediately wiped off of his face.

“Sorry.”

“No–” she shakes her head, walking towards him. She grabs the bag out of his hands, and smiles. “–No, that’s okay. Sorry, I don’t mean to sound all bitchy. It’s still early…”

“That’s fine,” he looks down at Thea who’s currently trying to fold her blanket. “She slept through the night which was amazing,” he says, smiling still. “Must be the song you sang over FaceTime. Bored her to sleep.”

“F-u-c-k off, Harry. I have a lovely voice.”

“You do.”

She takes a few minutes to plate the croissants and takes out two mugs, and it’s funny how this all seems so ordinary, Harry being here as soon as she opens her eyes in the morning. But one look at him by the fridge, she feels as though he doesn’t belong in here like he used to.

He looks somehow out of place, though she doesn’t know what it is that makes her feel that way. Perhaps it’s the shoes, or the jeans. Or the way he’s standing, so unsure and almost on edge, like he would cry or burst into flames if she were to touch him. He smiles, a half smile when their eyes meet, and it’s immediately gone– the moment, when Thea wobbles into the kitchen, scarf still around her tiny neck.

“New scarf, I see,” she murmurs, turning her back to Harry. She puts the kettle on, and turns to Thea. With a smile, she reaches and scoops her into her arms. She stays.

“Yeah,” Harry says.

She desperately wants to touch the scarf and maybe look for a tag to see if it’s something expensive, though she decides against it when she notices Thea stroking her new scarf. She does, because Y/N’s just said the word ‘scarf’, and it’s mind blowing how she knows random words such as scarf.

“She likes it,” she murmurs into her hair. Harry nods. “Thanks.”

“Is the ‘thank you’ from Thea?” Harry says, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

She looks at him pointedly. “You’re funny.”

“So I’ve been told.”

“Hm.”

God, this is beginning to take an awkward turn.

“Do you still take your tea like you used to?” She asks, watching Thea wobble back over to him. She turns to the mugs again, and reaches for the tea. “Sorry, I only have Yorkshire and not some… expensive shit.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

She turns to him, and watches his features become harder, more focused. His eyebrows are furrowed, and a tiny frown is beginning to appear on his face.

She shrugs. “I dunno.”

“You always do that.”

“Do what?”

“Say shit like that–”

“–No cursing.”

“Say things like I’m better than you. Better than everyone. As if I ever made you feel that way.”

She laughs, though it’s a bitter one. Pouring the water into their mugs, she tries her hardest not to cry. “I was joking,” she says, trying to smile even though he can’t see her.

Harry comes closer, she knows because she feels his presence. She turns to look at him, and she sees that that frown is still on his face.

“You weren’t, though, were you? You keep making these snarky remarks whenever you can.”

“I’m not, though,” she walks over to the fridge, and reaches for the milk. “I don’t see you enough to be at your neck like you think I am.”

Harry lets out a laugh. “You’re shitting me. You do it when you see me. Whenever we get to see each other, I’m always on edge, waiting for you to start an argument.

She turns to her after closing the lid to the milk. “Like now?”

“See! You’re doing it again?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know how to exist when you’re here!”

“How is that my fault?”

They both pause when Thea re-enters the kitchen. She looks between the two, bottom lip sucked into her mouth, and scratches her little belly that is sticking out.

“Ma,” she yells. “Ma. Ma. Dadala. Mama!”

“Oh my God, my baby, come here,” she scoops her up, despite her shaking her head, and kisses all over her face. “She said mumma, right?” She turns to Harry, their argument forgotten for a bit.

He smiles, despite everything, and rubs Thea’s chubby cheek. “Think so.”

She looks at the croissants on the counter, and a sadness brews inside her.

Turning to Harry, she wears an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry,” she murmurs, Thea still watching them both with curious gaze. “I’m so sorry. That was uncalled for.”

“It’s okay.”

“No… no, it’s not.”

“Just– I’ll go if this is making you uncomfortable, me being here. But I won’t stop wanting to see Thea, obviously.”

“No,” she shakes her head, hugging Thea. “No, it’s okay. You can visit. I’m not that heartless, Harry.”

“I know but I know it also must be hard for you.”

“What do you mean,” she asks, feeling defensive all of a sudden.

“Forget I said it. You just took it the wrong way again.”

“Oh, please. Thank you so much for thinking of me, Harry,” she murmurs. She puts Thea in her high chair, and grabs her own mug, not even offering Harry’s to him.

She looks at the croissants again, and decides to eat one. While she’s chewing the pastry, she notices him staring at her, and it makes her extremely uncomfortable that she places the half-eaten croissant back on the plate.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I’m so tired of arguing with you,” he says instead, not answering her initial question.

“I am, too.”

“Then stop trying to pick fights with me,” he murmurs, taking his own mug from the counter. He blows once, and takes a tiny sip. “It’s exhausting for the both of us.”

“I am not doing it on purpose,” she murmurs, taking another sip from her tea.

Harry nods. He doesn’t say anything, he just sips quietly while watching Thea play with her book in front of her with a smile on her face. She watches him watch her, and then take his phone out of his back pocket to snap a few pictures of her. With a pang in her chest, she realises how she must have more photos of Theadora than he does, and how Harry must feel like he has to snap as much as he can whenever he gets to see her. Sure, she sometimes– very rarely, sends him pictures of her doing silly things and the most mundane things, though it never comes close to how many she has in her phone.

“She changes every day– at least that’s how I feel sometimes,” she murmurs, watching as he takes more pictures.

He turns to her, the smile still present, though it turns a bit gloomier when their eyes meet.

“I know,” he says. “I know.”

“I’m sorry for earlier.”

“It’s okay. I’m sorry, too.”

She raises her eyebrows. “What for?”

“For yelling, making you uncomfortable.”

It was incredible how he could read her so well.

“You didn’t make me uncomfortable,” she lies through her teeth. She knows it’s not believable.

“And,” he says, scrolling through his phone. “I forgot to send you but I got her saying it on video. Last night. After we hung up– she kept saying it.”

“Oh! Thanks,” she watches as he comes closer, and lets her have his phone as the video of Theadora sitting in the middle of Harry’s bed plays.

She looks tired in the video, hair sticking out like spikes, and eyes all droopy, but she keeps yelling out the word, ‘ma’.

“She sounds like a little Southern lady,” Harry chuckles, taking another sip of his tea.

“She does.”

He reaches for one of the croissants on the counter, and takes one. He bites into the soft pastry, and then he does it again, filling up his mouth. “Right,” he mutters, mouth still full. “I better go.”

She nods, letting him take his phone back. “Send me the video when you can,” she says, watching as he downs his tea.

“Will do. Thanks for the tea.”

“Thank you for the croissants,” she smiles at Thea as she looks up at her daddy while he pulls faces at her.

Harry kisses her head once, twice, three times, and turns around to face her. “You didn’t even eat one fully,” he frowns, though he turns to Thea once more, and kisses her cheeks. “You’re welcome.”

She doesn’t know what to say to that, so she just watches the interaction with sadness taking over her whole insides. She wants to scream, shout, and fall to her knees– perhaps beg Harry to stay a bit longer, though the logical side of her can’t wait until he’s gone so that she can take a deep breath.

“Can I FaceTime tomorrow?” He says, walking towards the front door as she follows behind, Thea now on her hip.

She nods. “Sure.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

He looks at Thea with a smile, and leans forward to kiss her nose. His hair touches Y/N’s nose, and she grimaces– not because it’s an unpleasant feeling but because she can’t bear touching or being this close to him in such circumstances.

“I love you, Thea.”

“Mhm,” Thea goes, making both of them chuckle.

“Okay,” Harry whispers, and she’s not sure if she was supposed to see or hear that. “Goodbye, guys.”

“Yep,” she mutters. “See you.”

There he goes again, she thinks. There he fucking goes.

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MEANIE ANGRY H :D BUCKLE UP FELLAS

Y/N's day is been shitty so far. It started with an ache in her lower abdomen from Harry’s morning stiffy bulging against her asscheeks fattening everytime he snuggled into her to hoard her warmth and blankies and to stuff his face in her neck with incoherent blabbering.

She wanted to wake him up with her hand, mouth, hole— anything around his cock and to please him and dull the burny feeling in her tummy -- but -- she had an important workshop at UNI that was must needed to be attended.

The time she managed to knock herself out of her needy and lusty headspace, she was getting late and whirling around the room and closest like a thunderstorm -- burying a snoring Harry under the heaps of clothes and littering the floor with her shoes collection, the kitchen got treated much more worst with maids being not around (she’s used to Harry waking up earlier than her and making her a full course brekkie) after making a laughable ruckus of cabinets all she stuffed her mouth with was a chocolate protein bar.

The stars were still not in her favour. She was grabbing onto her hair until far when she missed the bus (she usually don’t take buses, Harry makes sure the driver drop her off safe and secure) and it started raining leaving Y/N with nothing but a bare head to take all of it as she already left the bus shelter to stop a taxi.

If all of that wasn’t much of a tragedy and humiliating, Y/N slipped the moment she stepped out of the vehicle and on the slippery curbs of the building, she saw her life flashing right infront of her eyes as the papers tucked in her armpit fled everywhere and landed on the rainy mud sadistically along her. It gave her a serious hit in her ankle and completely yanked her hip, still being a stubborn-head she picked herself and went inside despite how many glares the cleaning staff threw her way for bringing the dirt with her feed all over the shiny floors.

She felt bad.

Stupidly bad.

Her workshop teachers were kind enough to accept her late arrival, but her designs for fall got rejected and they’d have been a huge milestone for her to get her dream internship.

Y/N felt awfully, teeny, pathetic and little while slumping into the corner of the bus and holding her breath to refrain from crying these little liquidy bitches out of her eyes.

Reaching back home she was met with pure chaos, bumping into petrified and agitated employs from Harry’s company scurrying out of their main foyer and she could persist but to ask what happened only to be informed in stammers that the staff messed up big and caused a loss of million dollars— making Harry terribly mad and fire people left and right.

It wasn’t a joke at all.

Because once, she steps inside, bag falling from her shoulder as she sighs in exhaustion feeling her muscles stiffening everywhere but one particular spot's hurting wrenchingly— her foggy mind couldn’t figure it out yet. She peeks into Harry’s home office to be met by a very annoyed, aggrieved, furious Harry pacing in his office all whilst with a phone against his ear shouting at someone who was destined to be humiliated today just like her and she pouts gingerly seeing his features skewered tightly into displeasure, the vein that curves along his temple prominent with blood pumping erratically in his body.

His head snaps up at the door’s creak and albeit his eyes softens a little, the kink of brows and the scowl on his lips is still there and he watches her paddle towards him carefully knowing anything at the moment would burst his chimneys out and she wants to be good for her daddy.

“Hi.” She speaks timidly, pout getting more rusty when the greetings not returned and instead he keeps all of his attention on the phone keeping a loose arm around her.

She grumbles, when he gestures down at her to give him a sec and untangles himself from her walking away and huffing and puffing into the phone.

How could he!

She feels so denied and rejected and kicked like it’s done to those affection starved lil puppies.

Her clingy tendencies flying high drunk and wooly. The needy beastie inside her wanting nothing more than take a bath where Harry could cream her back in her favourite berry bubbles, massaging her head and whisper sweet nothings into her ear, then lots and lots of cuddles, maybe he'll be generous enough and let her keep him snug inside her while they watch movie because she had such an awful day.

But, No! He's trying to escape free from her because she’s such a burden for him now.

Her eyes turns glassy, her shoulders slumping sadly and out of nowhere she’s feeling cold and barren as Harry’s voice becomes a wafting fume for her— an indication she has gone under too much.

“Daddy . . .” She stomps behind him, circling his footsteps like a whiny puppy and grapples at his dress shirt gasping sullenly when he swats her dainty hands away and glares down at her in dominance, his tone harsh as he blocks the receiver with his palm and mouths at her with a huff, “Stop being needy fo’ once. I’ve clearly some important issues to care for, Y/N.” Poor Y/N's deathly grip on his shirt loosens sorrowfully and her chin wobbles as she nodded still wanting to be good for him and if it wasn’t enough to give her the biggest heartbreak of the year— he even rolled his eyes at her too grumping under his breath about something how he turned her into a spoiled brat himself.

“Okie. . .” Her voice strangled and small. She shrinks into herself but wasn’t paid any heed from Harry and without another word she leaves him as to be it.

Having a huge breakdown in her room didn’t help at all. A painful headache hitting her like a train as she clumsily strips down, wearing one of his t-shirt heavily drenched in his scent he keeps for her under her pillow anytime she needs it and hides under the blankets with tears still running down her swollen cheeks— slipping into a light slumber from all of weariness and crying.

Once the smoke cleared from Harry’s mind and his capabilities of rational thinking coming back to him, he was reminded of how he denied his baby of his littlest of affection and tenderness when she clearly looked so glum and sad and upset.

He wanted to whip himself in head.

He’s such a twat that he let work come between them.

He curses himself. Making a sprint to his bedroom, knowing he’d find her none other than there and he was right puffing out a disheartened sigh when his eyes falls over his princess buried under all of these layers of blankets, he crawls up towards her carefully not to startle her awake.

Grunting at himself when he finds she’s been crying, he strokes a thumb up her blushy cheeks and her wet lashes, kissing her puffy eyelids and her little sad unhappy pout away.

He frowns. Feeling her feverish and flushed under his hand, “Hey puppy . . .” He thumbs down her throat getting a little fretful when she doesn’t stirs, however she’s such a squirmy little one and he moves the blankets away to let her body cool itself smiling proudly at his shirt swallowing her whole is when she snuggled herself more into her stuffie letting the shirt ride up her thighs and hips exposing a ghastly bruise of red and purples and he frowns not remembering it being there before.

Now. He feels shittier. Wanting to jump of the cliff for being a shitty sadist boyfriend to his only beloved.

“No!” Y/N whimpers loudly, squirming away from his touch as he examines her gently and it sent shockwaves to each of her tissues and lions causing her an undeniable pain.

“Puppy, shh, shh. ‘s just me, making sure if y'okay.” He scrambles closer to her towering her to cradle her face and kiss the tip of her nose—- his face falls drastically and his heart cracks miserly when Y/N pushes him away with a sorrowful mumble not even letting him wipe the drool away from the corner of her mouth as he usually does.

“’M okay . . .” She tries to knuckle the sleepiness away with shivery hands, “No you’re not —...” He’s cut off by her angry pout and her silly efforts to keep as much distance between them as possible, “I don’t need, Daddy . . ‘m big and I could take care of me self.” At her puny waver realization dawns upon Harry and his brows shoots up to his hairline feeling nauseous and terrible for not taking care of his babylove earlier.

He’d have never let her be away from him if he knew she was in her subspace.

“Y/N baby . . . I didn’t mean it, darling —--...” With gentleness he tries to approach her but she wraps her arms around her petite figure in a protective manner, haziness taking best of her and Harry’s chest suffocates into itself, being a dom it’s your responsibility to make your subby feel protected, loved and happy and he even failed at that.

He quickly cups both of her hot cheeks in his nippy palms when she hiccups sadly, a sob threatening to slip out, “Yes you did! You meant it. Said you spoiled me, I don’t want your money, promise! I just want you and y'shooed me away saying Y/N’s too needy . . .” Harry flinches at her words. He never even spared a thought to this negativity that she chooses to be with him for his money because he knows out of all the people she’s the only one who loves him out of the boundaries of status and money.

He realises how stabbing they'd have been to her when she was so sensitive and floaty wanting nothing more, just him.

How deep she has gone if she’s taking her own name in third person.

“’M sorry baby. So sorry. Swear on myself, didn’t mean to hurt my baby, knows tha’ work shouldn’t be an excuse t’ make y'feel unloved—- but those bastards got a tick outta me.” He rambles on frantically. Afraid she’ll think he’s lying and would finally make up her mind to leave him.

“You didn’t?” She asks with so much innocence Harry nearly cries out, “’Course I didn’t! How could I? You could never be needy, Bab. I love you so much and you’re my whole word, forgive me please?”

“You’re forgiven,” She let a small smile flutter up her features, a tinge of gleam in her previous dull eyes brightening the whole room and Harry immediately bunches her up in his lap.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks her, not sure if she still needs space from him and would rather be better without him but she bobs her head shyly and he chuckles softly before touching their lips together into a tender loving kiss and brushes their noses up and down murmuring sweetly coy to her.

“Now, could y'tell daddy how y'got this bruise baby? How did ya get hurt?” He coos, brushing her sweaty hair back and rubs her sweet gland behind her ear delicately, “Oh yeah . . . this, was raining and slipped.” She murmurs, hissing a gasp jolting away when Harry glides his fingers gently down her hip bone and fresh tears springs in her eyes as she buries herself in his chest, “Daddy hurts. . .” . “Oh babypie. Daddy’s g'na take care of his love.” He lays her down gently kissing her forehead when she whines for him to keep on holding her, “’M right here darling. G'na prep us a bath, make my baby alright.” Saying this he quickly disappears inside the washroom and next their room’s sursuring with marble tub filling with warm water, Harry throws in her favourite pink coloured bath bombs and rose essences and throws their towels in the warmer coming back with her as he left her to be, he has decided he’s gonna love on her whole night, “My baby’s the best, ain’t she? She’s my bestest girl.” He coos down at her sweetly and slides his forearms under her knees and back picking her up carefully and brings her to his chest securely.

She closes her eyes, biting down a whimper when Harry dips them in the water some it sloshing down the edges of bathtub and it envelopes them and gives a stingy feeling to her bruise before soothing it down.

He rubs her arms, and circles smoothing patterns on her tummy and kisses her a gallons as she melts in his embrace and he let’s her sink into him more, nibbling and sponging wet ticklish kisses on her neck making her purr and become a puddle of softness in his hold while she takes her time to mumble all the bad events that happened to her and he felt so guilty of not asking her how she’s and how her day went when she came to him, in need of some of his lovin.

“I love you so much, bab.” He suckles her earlobe, toying and plucking her bottom plush lip, “Was prick to me love —.. you deserve all my lovin,” He noses at her jaw, not forgetting it to mark it with his pecks and sloppy bites.

“’S okay daddy, y'had a bad day too.” He’s grateful to have her in his life. She cares about him, maybe more than he does for her and he feels himself lucky for it.

“You want me to help you relax?”

“Can I have you?” Her tone bashfully desperate and coy, Harry meanders their fingers together and kisses her knuckles softly.

Considering her wound still being sore and pulp, having sex would be painful for her and she might not grasp it in her hazy mind but Harry doesn’t want to hurt at all.

He plants a little noisy smooch to her shoulder when she nods, she mews and purrs when Harry glides his palm all the way down her body and cups her pussy digging his palm into her mound and coats his digits with her arousal dipping the pads of his fingers into her entrance, “All this wet f'me?” Palming her tits while whispering sweet nothings into her ear when she gasps and closes up on Harry scratching nails into his bended knees.

“Shh, shh puppy, jus' relax hmm? Feel yourself.” With sputtery inhales she does as he says, soon two of his fingers slips inside her and he strokes her pussy and pulls them out making her all whiny and pushes them back with a squelching noise, fucking her with it smiling and stopping when her thighs parts falls again his’s completely.

“Daddy!” She writhes and whines, trembly hands trying to bring Harry fingers back to her pulsating wetness, “You’re the cutest.” He smiles against her lips giving her cheeks several squishes and pats her head loving to see his adorable princess all flustery for him.

On her demands. He slicks his fingers back inside her and caresses the insides of her thighs while she pants and sinks onto his knuckles blabbering out daddydaddydaddy weepily.

“Cum fo’ me, puppy. Feels good? Yeah? My baby feels nice?” He rasps in her mouth, curving and petting the soft spot inside her pussy and sucks onto her upper lip when she moans and mewls loudly gushing all over his finger and he keeps on fucking her till she’s all sleepy and balmy against his chest.

Harry coaxes her tenderly, smoothing his hands all over her twitchy spots and patches sloppy kisses all over her face that makes her all giggly and shy—- the amount of endorphins spiking high in her system.

“Love you so much, daddy.” She mushes puckering her lips into his throat.

“Love you too, pup.”

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