#Peaches just runs off after sniffing them

[nervocat]

Hey guys look at the silly little kittens I'm fostering rn aren't they cute :33 (also umm @h2llish ik you wanted to see them so yeah. Here they are!)

#💭 — nervo rambles . ★ #I couldn't get very good pictures of Tipsy (blond(?) cat) #I named the kitten Tipsy bc within less than three minutes this morning it fell over on its back #TWICE #and my sister is debating a name for the black one #she's thinking Blackberry tho for now #but guys they're so little :(( #I love then sososo much #Tuxiedo doesn't #he's hissed at them.. #Peaches just runs off after sniffing them #but yeah guys unfortunate we can't keep them and have four cats #and we're possibly getting two more to foster but idk #anyways Tipsy and possibly Blackberry 🫶🫶

[persefolli]

𝐇𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐢𝐞.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐐𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @myheartfollower, @laylasbunbunny, @destinylb, @deadgirl02

Today was a beautiful day, clear skies and salty air lingered over Awa’atlu and every day you thanked Tonowari for letting you stay in this paradise you called home. Tonowari and Jake wasted no time in making you Tsahik after you accepted their confessions. You married and performed tsaheylu with Tonowari, then eloped with Jake, with Tonowari as a ‘witness’. 

The Metkayina praised the relationship between the three of you, stating that the village will become more powerful with the three most powerful clan members running it. “Hey ladies, I’m gonna go get some hunting done today.” You peeked into the marui pod where the Metkayina weaved baskets and buckets. Your fellow weavers nodded and shooed you off to go hunt for dinner you would prepare for both Tonowari and Jake tonight.

You hadn't seen them all day, knowing that they had important duties to tend to. But you had very exciting news to tell them, and you wanted to do it in private, over dinner

You bolted into the forest, letting some warriors know about your whereabouts if anything happens. You got a great distance away from the reef, where some animals were sure to pop out. “What are we feeling? Viperwolf? Kentrocapa? Or maybe some….fish.” You spoke  out loud to yourself….and your unborn child.

A few beats of silence and you chuckled, “Yeah we've had fish too much these past few days.” You began sniffing, tracking the scent of a nearby creature that you were bound to kill. Slowly walking over the damp grass, you found a viperwolf. Deep breath in. Deep breath out. You drew your bow, and focused right on the lone wolf that was eating some strange item in the ground. Before you could release your arrow, a shuffle in the bushes managed to scare the poor wolf off.

Your ears perked up, and you turned to face the rustling bushes, “Jake?” You smiled, expecting your lover to emerge from the bushes.

Instead, a taller, short-haired na’vi in tactical gear stepped out from the bushes. You knew he wasn't from around here, and the four fingered hand told you he was no real na’vi. You backed up, slightly losing your footing. “You’re not Jake.”

 “Let's make this easy for both of us, peach.” He pulled out an orange band and began inching closer to you.

You swiftly grabbed your bow, drawing it back and releasing it, missing him by a long shot. At this rate he was too close for you to pull out another arrow, so you did what first came to mind. 

“HELP!” You turned around and began to sprint, but he was bigger, and faster. He managed to tackle you to the ground and slap one side of the band on your wrist. “Hold still!” He grunted, struggling to slap the other side of the band on you. “JAKE! MA JAKE!” You screamed, hoping your lover was already on his way towards you, but that chance was slim. He turned you around to face him, as soon as you met his eyes you hissed, leaning up and biting his forearm. “Son of a-” Your eyes widened seeing the large rock in his hand. 

---

“Have you guys seen Y/n today?” Jake walked into the weaving marui pod.

“She said she was going hunting in the forest earlier today.” One of the Metkayina  members responded. 

Jake hummed and walked out the pod, keeping his head on a swivel looking for you. Something didn't feel right, in his gut. He had just gotten back from the forest, and you weren't there. Even your scent seemed to fade the deeper he went into the forest. He walked to find Tonowari, who was in another pod talking to some warriors about new trading policies with other reef clans. Jake stood in the doorway and silently motioned two fingers towards him indicating they needed to talk.

“Have you seen Y/n today?” 

“No, I assume she's weaving, yes?”

“No. They said she went hunting.”

“Well maybe she's in the forest.”

“I just came from the forest and she wasn't there. Her scent went cold.”

“Hm.” Tonowari nodded. “Maybe she went fishing instead.”

“Yeah….Fishing.” Jake agreed.

The both of them exchanged a look, a calm flowing between them. Their expressions didn't show it, but their senses spiked right in that moment. They didn't want to alarm one another, but they both knew that something was indeed wrong.

“I'll just wait…for a little while.” Jake walked off. 

“Yes…she’ll show up eventually.” 

Was Jake gonna wait? Of course not. He found his skimwing and immediately went diving in the reef, looking amongst the other metkayina for you. The longer he searched the more panicked he became. The last thing he wanted to do was look beyond the reef, because only Eywa knew what could've gotten ahold of you out there.

On the other side of the reef,  Tonowari was diving and asking his clan members if they’d seen you. He became increasingly angry with each “No, I haven't seen Y/n.”

Tonowari was usually level headed, but knowing you were gone with no clue where you went made his mind run wild. He loved you so, almost to the point of obsession, and your absence made his nerves grow hot. He looked, and looked until the eclipse got closer.

The sky grew dark, and he finally met up with Jake in the middle of the reef, panting. “I can’t find her. No one has seen her Jake!” 

“I couldn't find a trace of her, I even went beyond the reef.” Jake responded.

Just as he went silent, the static on his earpiece went off. “Can-hear-Corporal?”  He managed to hear bits and pieces of the voice from the other side.

“Corporal.” He muttered. There was only one person who called him that.

Quaritch.

“Gather the best warriors and meet me at the edge of the reef, now!” Jake yelled at his best friend and went towards the reef border, where the signal became clearer. “Corporal, if you can hear me, know that I have something you want.” Quaritch said on the earpiece. In the background he heard a very faint moaning noise, very, very quiet.

“DAMN!” Jake slapped the waterbed, and the skimwing screeched, feeling the rage of it’s rider.”

 ---

Quaritch had a tight grip on your braid. Even though you were already bound up, he still took pride in torturing you.  He yanked your braid every once in a while, and held a knife to your throat when you wouldn't quiet down. You were still dazed from him knocking you out with a rock earlier. Your throat was scratchy, and your cheeks were wet with tears. “Please Eywa please.” You muttered. “Tono- Ja- AH!” You cried out as Quaritch yanked your head back again.

“Eywa, won't save you!”

“Please! Please let me go, I'll give you anything you want.”

“No, I'll get what I want, peaches. Your husband, Jake.Sully.” He said with venom. “He won't leave his wife and baby to die will he?”

“If you hurt us they will kill you!” You snapped back.

Quaritch turned you to face him and placed a harsh slap across your cheek. You cried out as he raised his hand again, but a gunshot stopped the slap from landing again. The two of you looked to see Jake and Tonowari approaching, with a large group a metkayina warriors. You began tugging at your restraints, crying in relief seeing your two lovers again. 

Jake used the scope of his gun to search for you. He quickly spotted you, and frowned seeing you jerk against the boat railing. “Mawey.” He whispered. “Mawey.” As if he was in your ear, you stopped tugging, and looked at him expectantly.

“He has her.” 

Tonowari let out a loud yell, hissing and gripping his spear tight. “Let me see.” He reached out for the gun Jake had. He spotted you, seeing a blood trail stemming from your head, and the bruised cheek which was starting to swell. Tonowari slammed the gun back into Jake’s chest, hissing and snarling. “He must die!”

“Tonowari, this may be a trap we have to-”

“He will die.” He repeated. Jake noticed the darkness in Tonowari’s expression. He would have to move fast if he didn’t want Tonowari putting you in possible danger.

“Sully.” Quaritch snarled into the earpiece. “You for her. No funny business. We have you surrounded.”

Seven more boats began speeding towards Jake and the rest of the Metkayina, surrounding them. You looked, and saw one avatar, and about 4 humans on each boat. This should be light work for the two of them, right?

“Let's not waste any more time than we have to.” Quaritch taunted.

Jake and Tonowari sat in place, deliberating their options. Jake could sacrifice himself, if that meant you would come out safe, but there was no way you or Tonowari would allow that. Jake could attack the ships, but you were held at gunpoint, no way he would make it to you before the trigger was pulled.

Quaritch suddenly raised his hand and smacked you again, making sure you cried out loud enough for the two warriors to hear. Tonowari snapped his head towards Jake and began yelling. “Jake you have 5 seconds to make a decision or I swear to Eywa nobody is getting out of this alive!” 

Jake furrowed his eyebrows, finally giving in to his partner's rage.  “I'll go alone. Retreat to the reef.”  

“Retreat?!”

“Re.Treat.” Jake said, slower, bowing his head slightly. This time, Tonowari caught the hint. 

“Hyah!” He hooted out, the Metkayina warriors started turning around and disappearing into the water. Jake pulled his gun aside, and slowly began approaching the boat, seeing the damage on your face more clearly now. 

“No. Jake.” You said breathlessly as he came to the edge of the boat He climbed on, coming face to face with Quaritch. “Jake.” You looked at him with watery eyes. Your breathing became unstable as you realized what was gonna happen next. 

“No..No take me! Don’t you want him to suffer? Take me instead!” 

Jake looked at you and hissed, shutting you up immediately. 

Quartich paid no attention to your begging, but took out another restraining strap. “Let her go.” Jake said, slapping one end of the restraint on his wrist. Quaritch seemed satisfied, finally taking out his knife and cutting one side of the restraint off. Jake winced, but managed to clasp the other restraint on his other wrist, resulting in you being cut free.

“Now that wasn’t so hard wasn’t it?”

You stood, looking between Jake and Quaritch. Jake nodded towards the skimwing, telling you to scram, with his eyes. You shook your head, refusing to leave him. Jake kept averting his eyes to the skimwing, but you being stubborn as you were didn’t catch on. You slowly began backing up to the edge of the boat, hitting the railing. 

Suddenly Jake swung, hitting Quaritch in the jaw. 

Everything happened so fast.

Guns began blazing. Metkayina warriors shot out the water piercing humans with their spears. Jake jumped onto the boat railing, into the water; and Tonowari shot out the water and grabbed you, pulling you right back into the ocean with him. 

This happened all at the same time. 

You held on to Tonowari tightly as the current in the water almost managed to throw you off the side of his skimwing. The two of you began to move upward again, breaking the water barrier. You watched as Tonowari yelled with pure rage, lifting  his spear and impaling an avatar with one swift movement. The two of you dove back into the sea, the water current pushing the half dead avatar further on Tonowari’s spear. 

The skimwing slowed down, ultimately rising and stopping on the ocean bed. The boats that now surrounded you were on fire, sinking, with arrow-struck corpses piled on top. The avatar stuck on Tonowaris spear began gasping, spitting up blood and looking at the two of you with pure fear in his eyes.

Tonowari tilted his head, watching the avatar convulse on the spear. “Tonowari?” You called out, but he was gone, his eyes seemed soulless. You held onto the side of the skimwing, floating in the water, watching Tonowari slowly push out his spear and angle it towards the mouth of his skimwing. “T-”

In an instant, the skimwing twisted its head and opened its mouth, chomping down, and completely decapitating the avatar. You watched the corpse of the avatar slide off of the spear, and into the water.

Tonowari had never, never shown this side of himself before. You didn't even think he was capable of doing something like this. You discreetly wrapped your hand around, grabbing his braid. You wanted to know how angry he was, to feel his rage. Maybe even to have him feel your fear, so he can snap out of this. You connected your braid to his, and a jolt of heat ran though your body. 

You gasped, feeling the intensity of his rage. It mixed with the adrenaline running through your body, becoming too much, before you fell unconscious.

---

Eyes fluttering open, you saw Tonowari, softly dabbing a rag all over your face. You looked down and saw your legs and torso were wrapped in large, damp leaves. Your eyes trailed to the side, where your braid was connected to Tonowari’s. His face was molded in a deep frown, and only now did you notice the underlying feeling of sadness.

“Wari.” You reached for his hand. “Why-”

“I needed to feel your pain.” He curtly said, almost embarrassed. 

“You didn’t have to-”

“I did!” He hissed. “I should have protected you. The baby.”

You gasped, forgetting that with tsaheylu, he felt everything. Jake entered the pod with more medical supplies, sighing in relief once he saw you awake and alert. “Thank Eywa. Y/n…” He scrambled to sit next to you, taking your other hand. The three of you sat in silence. Uncomfortable silence. 

“I was gonna tell you guys.” You broke the silence. “I was gonna make a nice dinner and present you with the beads I made. But he pinned me down and knocked me out.” Tears began to slip from your eyes. “I didn’t mean to cause all of this.”

“Hey, this is my fault, I should've known Quaritch would come back.” Jake sighed. 

“I'm sorry you had to find out from him.” You said sourly,  placing your hand on your stomach.

“I knew before he got you.” Tonowari admitted. nodded, confirming he knew as well. “How did-”

“When we cuddled that one night, and did tsaheylu, I felt something different. Like a tickle in the stomach.” He explained. “But I kept…bonding with you after you fell asleep, just out of curiosity.” Tonowari finally began smiling, tears welling in his eyes. “Then I felt it. I felt our child.”

You smiled and squeezed their hands. The two exchanged a look, and you felt the room fill with tension again.

“We killed Quaritch.” Jake blurted.

You widened your eyes and looked at Tonowari. He shamefully looked away

“He was too big of a threat, we made sure that if he did manage to survive us, he would drown in the deepest part of the sea.” Jake said.

“Ma Wari, Jake. Why are you sad?”

Their expressions changed, looking at each other confused. “You saved my life, you saved the reef. Why are you upset?”

“I scared you, Y/n.” Tonowari said sternly. “I saw you pass out- I felt your fear…I didn't want you to forever remember me in that way. I don’t want my Tsahik to be afraid of me.”

You scoffed, and ran your hand down your face. “Ma Wari. I was afraid your rage would consume you. I know you would never hurt me. Knowing you would…kill for me makes me feel…”

Tonowari searched your eyes as you hummed trying to find the perfect way to say 

“Loved.”

#tonowari x reader #jake sully x reader #Jake Sully #tonowari #avatar2 #atwow #avatar fanfiction #avatar way of water #avatar the way of water #persefolli #persefolliwrites

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Happy Hanukkah-Mas! - A Beth and Alfie Solomons One Shot Story.

They're baaaack! I absolutely adored returning to their world for a little one-off treat, guys, and hope you all love catching up with them again, too. Enjoy :)

Words - 7,478

Warnings - Fluff and smut, lots of it! Minors DNI!

There is much as a mother that I feel my arm in perpetual twist over, my emotions stirred by the large, slate blue eyes of my son, Abe and my daughter, Flora. They truly do know how to get around their father and I with such insufferably effective cuteness. The celebration of Christmas in our Jewish household is just one of those arm twisting, big, cute eye pleading moments that I speak of. 

Although my husband and I are very liberal in our faith, not anywhere as stalwart in our Jewishness as generations gone by (heck, even my beloved bubbe has a tiny Christmas tree and Father Christmas themed decorations!) we do enjoy observing the traditions of Hanukkah, especially passing this onto our children. We light the menorah and recite our blessings before taking to the kitchen and getting into a god-almighty mess while preparing the latkes and jellied doughnuts.  

Let it be known here that Bethany Solomons and deep frying do not exactly go hand in hand.  

Up until their respective ages of five and two, the children seemed perfectly content to revel in our deep frying, dreidel playing, menorah lighting and song singing traditions. That was until these tiny souls began noticing the traditions of their friends slightly differed from ours. Suddenly, there was talk of turkey and tinsel, of baubles and a large, fresh scented tree. Father Christmas was a name that began to be spoken more freely.  

In fact, it was Flora who changed the tides there while scrambling onto her daddy’s lap one evening when she was two, tiny hands fiddling with his beard as she went through her nightly routine of ‘let’s ask daddy as many questions as humanely possible’ where one particularly struck my husband in a direct hit to the heartstrings.  

“Daddy, Father Christmas doesn’t come to our house. Is that because we’re bad children? We’re on the naughty list, aren’t we?” 

To watch him sit there, his eyes glassing as he tried not to allow for his emotions to be so heavily stirred by our youngest was something I could not endure without shoving my nose into a nearby magazine in order to hide my own tears.  

“Nah, my little peach,” he’d eventually offered, after swallowing a lump in his throat he likened to the size of Cyril, our beloved sixty-kilogram bullmastiff. “It’s just that we believe different traditions, innit? You’re only on the naughty list when you’re running around here covered in chocolate and refusing to get in the bath, ain’t ya?” 

He’d then tickled her into submission, or so he’d thought. Flora, just like the man whose lap she was sat upon at the time, is nothing short of persistent in the pursuit of achieving an end goal. After Abe had returned home from his karate class, he too joined in.  

Never let it be said that my offspring cannot work as an effective emotional tag team. Our first Christmas tree was purchased the following afternoon. Cyril duly lifted his leg to it. Alfie was incensed. The children scream laughed. All was well, if not a little soggy.  

Happy Hanukkah-Mas, everyone! 

Taking a pause from typing, Beth reached for her wine, the kitchen quiet and fresh smelling after her efforts in deep cleaning had left everywhere sparkling. It was that time of year again, where the Solomons clan began their dual holiday festivities, the nine days of their Hanukkah coming to a close, ready to pave the way for all things Christmas. 

“No peeing up the tree this year, matey.” she spoke, her hand reaching for the soft crinkles of Cyril’s muzzle, her faithful old companion sniffing her fingers as she offered him fuss. She could barely believe he was twelve, an age almost unheard of for a bullmastiff to reach.  

The giant dog now lived a much more leisurely pace, long walks replaced now by a little trot around the block, the dog returning to lie himself in the middle of the welcome hall and huff about it for a good ten minutes before he’d wander off, usually in search of the children.  

If Cyril’s heart beat for anything other than a good marrow bone from the butchers, it was Abe and Flora. Beth honestly feared for the day they would come to lose him, knowing the devastation that would befall the family to be bereft of their longtime canine companion. He was more than that to them, though.  

Cyril Solomons always was, and always would be their first child. 

“Where’s your dad?” she asked, the dog’s ears pricking as he heaved himself up, ambling out of the kitchen and down to the office, Beth pushing the glass door open.  

“Evening, baby beast.” No, Alfie had never ceased use of the same pet name for her that he’d coined nine years previously, back when they’d first gotten together. “How’s the article going? Nearly done, yeah?” 

She half shrugged with a hum. “About halfway through. I’m bloody knackered, though, so I’ve come to steal you. My tummy is rumbling.” Moving around the desk, she placed her wine down, seating herself in his lap. “What’s with these? These Solomons crinkles you have going on here?” 

Her finger was playfully batted away, her hulking bear of a husband laughing gruffly. “You and your bloody cheek,” he began, kissing her head. “Them lines are the Abe and Flora crinkles these days, them and their fuckin’ demands. Look at this ‘ere, right. She can’t just want the doll you can go to Smyths and buy, can she, your daughter. Nah, gotta want the fuckin’ Rolls bleedin’ Royce of dolls that daddy ‘ere can’t pissing find in stock!” 

He had a penchant for that. When the kids were good, they were their children. When they were causing him mild to moderate strife, they were solely Beth’s.  

Looking at the screen, she shook her head, reaching for the mousse and closing the browser window. “I found it already, it’s on the way from a store in New York. DHL have assured me it’ll arrive by the eighteenth.”  

“Well then why didn’t you fuckin’ tell me, Bethany with the lovely legs? Lovely legs that are gonna catch a right walloping. Sitting here for hours, I’ve been, looking for that fuckin’ doll!” 

“I did!” she exclaimed, slapping his hand as he began laying smacks against her thigh. 

“Fuckin’ lies!” 

Leaning in close, she widened her doe eyes, her nose touching his. “I bloody did! Magda will back me up, she was standing right next to me when I told you.” 

Her playful growl was met by muttering and grumbling. “Moody sod.” 

“Yeah, but you love me, treacle,” he chirped, Beth leaning to kiss his cheek.  

“That I do. Now, come on. I meant it when I said my tummy was rumbling, so you need to emerge.” Picking up her wine, she slid back to her feet, Alfie wheeling his chair closer to the desk once more.  

“I’ve just got one email I need to...” 

“Alfie,” she warned. 

“Five minutes, darlin’. You go order the food. Get us a chicken madras, a keema naan and all the dippy stuff with the poppadom's. Go on, go be a crackin’ wife and order in all the nosh that’ll have me farting like bagpipes for the next day or so.” 

She threw her head back, her laugh loud. “Five minutes, or I deliberately wake Abe and get him to come in and ask you all about where babies come from.” 

“You bloody dare,” he warned, Beth leaning back around the office door. 

“Don’t try me, boo.” Poking her tongue out, she giggled, heading back into the kitchen and taking a seat once more, putting in their order with the Royal Bengal before tapping away a little more of her article. She’d just closed her laptop when Alfie joined her, pulling a bottle of San Pelegrino from the fridge and splashing it into a glass, adding ice while telling her about his working day.  

Since becoming a father, he’d done what nobody expected and actually relinquished a little control over his empire, allowing those he employed to get stuck in with the lion’s share of the day-to-day operations, in order to be present for his children. Losing his own father so young had made him realise just what he’d missed growing up, now he had little ones of his own.  

The kitchen was soon filled with the aromas of India, Beth adding everything to bowls, Alfie hindering her every step of the way, and Cyril hopeful that a few morsels might be dropped upon the floor.  

“It’s nice to be able to have a bowl of samosas out and not have to fight off tiny hands for them,” she mused, picking one up and dunking it into the mint dip.  

“And then only half eating them, storing the fuckin’ things away behind cushions and in shoes an’ all that,” Alfie spoke through a mouthful of poppadom, shaking his head. “Them bloody kids. Wouldn’t have ‘em any other way, though.” 

Neither would she. They were loud and boisterous, but that came with the territory. Seven and four years old meant a perpetual state of noisy. Those noisy states were out of the front door at nine the following morning, both off to their bubbe Solomon’s house for the morning. Beth dropped them with Sarra at just gone half past, leaving her to fight the traffic to head over to Primrose Hill, her breakfast date already there waiting for her.  

“Oh babe!” she cried, opening her arms to Mimi as she rose from the table. “I thought you were bringing the baby? Aww, I was looking forward to a little smush!” 

“No, she barely slept all night, so I’ve left her with Josh and a tonne of expressed milk. Bloody boobs are so sore, and I thought having implants was bad!” Kissing her cheek, Mimi then gestured to the table, a latte waiting for her. “Thought I’d order that in for you. I might be a knackered new mummy, but at least I remembered my erm...” she trailed off, winding her hand around as she thought on the word. “I always want to say my Antoinette, but she was a queen.” 

“Etiquette?” Beth offered, Mimi snapping her fingers. 

“That’s it!” 

Some things never changed.  

“So, how have you been, other than tired with sore boobs? I bloody remember that only too well, Mims,” she spoke, picking up her latte and giving it a cautionary blow before taking her first sip. Ahhh, a double shot. Heaven. How well her beloved Mims knew her.  

“I’ve been alright, you know,” she began, perusing the menu before her. “I mean, a woman can function perfectly well on ten minutes of sleep a night, can’t she?”  

“And if she can’t she gets used to it pretty flipping quick,” Beth quipped, making her decision over breakfast quickly. Pancakes with turkey bacon and eggs. She was famished. “How did your check-up go? Are all the sore bits healing nicely?” 

Both women had suffered quite badly during childbirth, Beth’s experience with Abe something so terrible, she very nearly elected a C-Section for Flora. Her midwife had advised her against such, though, stating a natural birth would be much better when she was fully fit and capable. Flora had been a blessing, thankfully, a speed birth of half an hour in active labour, her little girl out in six pushes.  

Mimi nodded as she sipped her orange juice, setting the tall glass back down. “Everything is healing as it should be, and I should be fine to ride again soon!” She’d kept her beloved horses, Bryn and Sunny, thinking at first that she would put them out on loan for a time to someone with enough of that very commodity to devote to them. That was until her darling friends had stepped in to help, Beth and Kinga appointing themselves as exercisers of Mimi’s four-legged friends.  

Being a much more skilled horsewoman than she had been nine years before upon first meeting Mimi, Bryn and all of his naughtiness was appointed to her, Kinga more novice and being tasked with Sunny’s exercise. They went most days in the afternoon, the people at the stables where they were kept taking on their day-to-day care.  

It was one of Beth’s favourite parts of the day, riding out over the fields after lunch aboard Bryn, or working him over eye wateringly huge fences in the arena, the likes of which she once never thought she’d have the bravery to attempt. 

Mimi had taught her well.  

“Oh, before I forget, give these to Magda before she raises merry hell with me,” Mimi then spoke, picking up a bag from her feet and passing it across to Beth. “She loaned me these for Josh’s office Christmas do. It was such a nice night, made even better for wearing a pair of this season’s Louis Vuitton’s on my feet!” 

Yes, Magda would indeed raise merry hell if any loans from her beloved wardrobe department were not returned promptly. Beth took the bag with a smile, placing it down beside her favourite bag of all time beneath the table, the dark blue Birkin Alfie had bought her all those years ago. She still had to shake her head in wonder sometimes, being a woman of such staggering wealth because of whom she was married to.  

Her world had blended with Alfie’s so effortlessly, it often felt like a dream to her still. There she was, with one of the women he’d once dated, Mimi now a married mother herself and long fully integrated within Beth’s friendship group as well as still being – as Alfie always worded it - ‘the bestest mate a fella could ask for.’ After Josh and her mum, Alfie had been the first she’d called upon finding out she was pregnant with her now eight-week-old daughter, Alissia.  

“How did you cope, being away from Liss for a few hours?” she asked with a smile.  

Mimi looked pained immediately. “I hated it! I missed her so much, and I know she was perfectly fine with Josh’s mum, but it didn’t feel right, not having a little bundle in my arms!”  

She remembered it well with Abe, becoming very emotional on her first night out with Alfie after he’d been born, being left in the care of his godparents, Magda and Dennis. Magda had switched her phone off in the end, Beth had called so incessantly to make sure he was okay. ‘You’ll bloody wake the little fella if you keep on calling me! He's fast asleep on Dennis’s chest, just threw up a load of milk all over the dog an’ all. Having a wail of time, he is!’ she remembered being assured.  

Moving their discussion on, both pledging they would never be the kind of women who couldn’t form conversation over anything other than their children, they sat and spoke about all sorts while catching up, Beth’s most recent articles, Mimi’s tentative plans to begin her own accounting business so that she could circumvent a return to office life and instead, work from home and be with her baby. With Josh earning so well now within the publishing world, her return to work truly didn’t need to be expedited quickly either.  

After breakfast, they made time to pamper themselves with a little salon treat, Mimi having a much-needed deep cleansing facial while Beth opted for a massage, wanting to be nice and relaxed for what would likely turn into a chaotic afternoon. It was Christmas tree shopping day, meaning that her children would go from their usual volume of eight right up to eight thousand, such was their excitement at the fairly new tradition.  

“Oi! Abraham Solomons, I see you back there, winding your sister up!” Alfie shouted, looking in the rearview mirror of his Range Rover two hours later, en route from his mother’s house to the garden centre.  

“She’s kicking me, dad!” 

“She can’t even reach you over there, mate. Nah, don’t you tell me no fibs, or this car gets turned around, right?”  

“But dad!” 

“Enough, my son!” 

Abe shrank down in his car seat with a scowl that was a hundred percent his father, Beth turning to give him a warning look that eventually turned into a smile. The Solomons crinkles were very much a hereditary thing. “Be a good boy.” she cooed, grabbing his foot and giving it a shake. Flora was asleep after ten minutes, Abe entertaining himself by narrating a commentary about the people they drove past in the streets, pulling up outside Birchen Grove Garden Centre after twenty minutes.  

“Come on, Flora snorer,” Alfie chimed, rousing his sleepy youngest. The noises that came from that child while she was sleeping. Beth had nearly haemorrhaged from laughter when he’d likened the sounds to ‘that geezer from the Police Academy films’ back when she was a baby. “Come on, my little peach. Let’s look lively, yeah?” 

“No daddy, I want naps!” she protested, Beth being dragged to examine a display of Christmas wreaths by a much spritelier Abe. 

“Child, you’d sleep your life away if we left ya to it. Come on, daddy’ll play pack horse and carry ya.”  

“Okay.” Immediately she reached for him, beaming as she buried her face against his neck. He gave it all of three minutes, the shiny bright of the garden centre’s Christmas displays delighting her eyes so much, she was scrambling to the floor and running off with her brother.  

“Breakage expenditures guesstimate?” Beth quipped, raising an eyebrow as they ran for a display in excited frenzy.  

“Bloody zero!” he bellowed, making a lady walking past him jump. “Go on, get over there and round up ya kids, duchess. I’ll go sort the tree.”  

She rolled her eyes. “Always my kids when they’re being disruptive.” She strode off, not before Alfie aimed a perfect smack to her bum, calling her little ones away from the glass baubles and trinkets, grabbing a basket on her way. She sensed more ornaments would be chosen, and she wasn’t wrong. At least they kept on brand with the theme of green, blue and silver, though.  

“Abraham!” Alfie barked, appearing with a Christmas tree over his shoulder a short time later, finding his son meddling with the nativity display. “Put the false prophet down, son.”  

Beth cringed, shielding her eyes for a moment beneath her hand as her husband drew disapproving stares, Abe unceremoniously returning to the baby Jesus doll back into the manger with all the passion of LeBron James performing a slam dunk.  

“Do you have to be so vociferously Jewish in your denouncing of the Christian lord and saviour?” she hissed, Alfie beaming. 

“Yeah, darlin’,” he laughed, scratching his beard with his free hand. “I bloody do!” 

Herding the children in the direction of the sales desk, she offered appeasing smiles to those offended by her husband and his boom. “Oy fucking vey.” 

Once the tree had been affixed to the roof, the children and purchases packed away, the family Solomons headed to lunch, the little ones making their demands known for a trip to Five Guys. Burgers often worked very well in placation, especially since Beth had designs on dragging her family to do a little bit of shopping afterwards. Kids with full tummies were often slowed down a tad by the weight of their meal.  

While Alfie was having his ear and wallet bended by two very enthusiastic children at the Hotel Chocolat shop, Beth moved down through the shopping mall a little, coming to a small nostalgia store. Since celebrating Christmas was mostly for the children’s benefit, she and Alfie didn’t exchange gifts for one another, but what she saw in the window swiftly negated that.  

“I’ll take them both, please.” she spoke to the sales assistant, hardly able to keep her giggles in as she watched him retrieve the two Ren and Stimpy plush toys from the window display. She would never forget how hard she had laughed all those years ago, when she and Alfie had gotten stoned together one evening, back when the lines between journalist and subject were becoming blurred.  

“Do you mean Ren, as in Ren and Stimpy?” 

“Yeah, the little angry weasel, or whatever he was.” 

The little angry weasel. The memory still brought her the same feelings of hilarity as they’d shared out in the garden of their home, when they were just beginning to fall for one another. She remembered it well, how she’d sat there with him, smoking weed while inwardly lamenting how unfair it was, to have met her perfect person, but with a very imperfect set of terms and conditions that went hand in hand with dating him.  

She couldn’t imagine her life now, should Alfie not have changed his mind. It often made her feel a pit in her stomach, if she thought on it for too long, being driven out of his life in that Uber, Alfie remaining with someone as deadly as Amira had proved herself to eventually be. Thankfully, the unhinged woman who had almost killed her remained languishing within a prison cell to that day.  

Yes, Beth kept tabs on her, just in case she had qualified for parole ahead of the recommended ten years post-sentencing. She couldn’t not now she was a mother, something within not trusting that her long custodial sentence would change her feelings towards her; or pose a risk to the safety of her children upon her release.  

Shaking the less warming thoughts of their past from her mind, she paid for her purchase and left the shop, popping into the Elemis store quickly to repurchase her skincare goodies, before she was met by her husband and two chocolate wielding children.  

The drive home was uneventful, the kids once again on excited mode as soon as they stepped foot into the house, hurling themselves at the many boxes Beth had brought up from the wine cellar the night before containing the Christmas decorations. With the tree placed into the stand, protective netting cut and two shrieking children armed with ornaments, Alfie stood back and watched the scene for a few moments, grinning adoringly at his little family.  

“Let me go and get a few work things done so I ain’t worrying about ‘em all weekend,” he spoke, giving her a little nod. “I’ll fetch you a Merlot on me way back, duchess.” She turned to blow him a kiss before he left the lounge, his grin still firmly in place as he headed down to the office, playing catch up on a few pressing demands on his time for half an hour. 

He then headed to the kitchen, preparing himself a coffee and sorting Cyril’s dinner once he got there. 4:47pm on a Saturday. That time nine years ago would usually mean the house was full of the hustle and bustle of various women getting ready, him returning from a leisurely dog walk and doing a quick bit of business prior to taking his three girlfriends’ out to somewhere fancy. 

How things had changed, and all for the better. 

On that particular Saturday evening, they were playing gracious hosts to Magda and Dennis, their friends coming over for dinner in a few hours, Alfie lifting the lid on the crockpot and giving the beef Bourguignon that had been slow cooking all day a good stir. Nobody cooked like his mother, but bloody hell, Beth gave her a run for her money.  

Furnished with a coffee, he took the large glass of wine through, handing it to his wife with a kiss. “You’ve done a cracking job with that, as usual.” Nodding toward the Christmas tree, he smiled, Beth leaning back into his embrace as Abe flicked the socket, all the warm white lights twinkling into glittered life.  

He might have complained, but beneath the layers of outward distain, he secretly loved Christmas just as much as he did Hanukkah. The joy it brought to his children was immeasurable, and for them, he would move the earth. Putting up a tree, buying gifts and having a nice turkey roast were small by comparison.  

After the decorations had been carefully laid out, Beth placing winter spice wax melts into the burners dotted around the home and running the vacuum around, the kids made their demands for dinner, Alfie sorting them with their request for fish fingers while Beth went to put the clean laundry away and run herself a bath.  

By the time she was done, she refilled the tub for the children, drying her hair while Alfie put himself on bathtime duty.  

“Daddy, look! You’re Father Christmas now!” Flora chirped, giggling as she covered his beard in a barrage of bubbles from the tub.  

“Nah, I ain’t! I’m not that old, and me belly ain’t that big either!”  

She was quick in her cheekily delivered comeback. “Yeah, it is.” 

“Oi!” he growled, picking up the small bucket bath toy and emptying it over her head. “Less of that, or I’m phoning Father Christmas and telling him not to drop by here on Christmas Eve, right?” 

Flora was aghast, Abe tittering to himself. “You wouldn’t, daddy!” 

“Yeah?” he spoke, reaching for the kid’s shampoo. “I do a hundred sit ups a day to make sure I ain’t got no Father Christmas belly, so you’ll cast your aspersions elsewhere, you hear me?”  

“Daddy, daddy,” she began, Alfie beginning to lather her hair. “Are aspersions what mummy makes with the cheese and butter?” 

He and Beth snorted with laughter immediately. “No, little babe. That’s asparagus.” 

“Oh!”  

“Blimey, she’s Mims mark two.” Beth laughed, shaking her head as she finished drying her hair. Once bath fresh and towel swathed, the children were dried and dressed in their pyjamas, both gladly going to bed with little protest. This left the couple with approximately ten minutes to get changed, Alfie sauntering around their ensuite naked as the day he was born, hampering Beth’s progress with her makeup.  

“Got time for a quickie?” 

She scoffed, loading her blusher brush and giving it a little tap. “Darling, with you there’s no such thing. Besides, they’ll be here in less than five minutes, and I’ve got to get the starter in the oven.” Turning around, she sighed painedly, looking down to see a certain part of her husband pointing right at her. “Later. Promise.”  

Giving his cock a good squeeze, she evoked his rumbling groan, delighting his neck with a little nibble before heading into the walk in, pulling on her underwear, grey flared trousers and a simple cropped white sweater. She then remembered her meal choice and changed it for black. There was no way she fancied trying to get Bourguignon sauce out of pale cashmere, she thought, racing when she heard the doorbell chime. 

Clipping her gold hoop earrings in, she was just alighting the stairs when the bell sounded for a second time, Beth jogging down the remainder and jumping over a snoozing Cyril.  

“Where you bloody been?” Magda charged, kissing her cheek. “Shagging, were ya?” 

“Almost,” she winked, reaching to kiss Dennis and take the bottle of Bollinger he carried with him with thanks.  

“Sold that Aston Martin this morning, so I thought we’d celebrate, love,” he spoke, Beth congratulating him as she swung the door shut behind them, Cyril heaving himself up to welcome their guests. “Hello, old lad. Claus sends his regards.”  

Out of their four rottweilers, Claus was the only one who remained, just turned nine and much like Cyril, a lot slower on his feet. It didn’t stop him from showing their two newer dogs who was boss, though, the couple switching from their preferred breed when two beautiful Staffordshire bull terriers had come up for adoption at Battersea Dog’s Home. Magda had triumphed in bending Dennis’s ear about it until he’d finally relented, bringing home Marley and Karma almost two years ago.  

“Where’s me kids?” the lady herself cried, noticing the lounge empty of small people. 

“We put ‘em to bed, or if they’d seen their auntie there’s no way we’d ever have got them to go willingly,” Alfie spoke, opening his arms as he entered the lounge. “How are ya, Mags? Lookin’ gorgeous as ever.”  

“They’re half the flippin’ reason I came!” she joked, kissing his cheek. “And thanks, you nearly had me here in joggers and a t shirt. Been up to my fucking eyes with it all day, I have. Inventory. Beth! Has our Mimi brought them bloody shoes back, or have I got to go up Primrose Hill and lynch the soppy mare for ‘em? Had to include ‘em on the list without ‘em actually being there to save me flippin’ hide!” 

She breathed a sigh of relief when her bestie lifted the bag from behind the sofa, pointing to it. “Come on, come tell me all about your wardrobe woes while I get this champagne on ice.” 

Magda did not disappoint. The inventory of the wardrobe department was a huge undertaking, Magda spending the four days it took before everything was cleared ready for the new season’s attire to fill her sacred space catalogued and cleared out, the items heading back to their respective fashion houses.  

“So I’m there, right, and I’m yelling at the dopey cow that two C’s mean Chanel and two G’s mean Gucci, and if she can’t work that out then why the fuck is she trying to carve out a career in fashion in the first flippin’ place! Told her to go get me bloody coffee and have a think about it while she was gone. Honestly, these flamin’ bloody bastard people they send me to train!”  

Some things truly never did change. Magda had not softened at all, and Beth still found much entertainment in her various tirades against the newcomers to ELLE magazine. “And you wanna know the best part? Only fucking walks past Ralph Lauren during his visit and asks who he is!” 

Beth was aghast. “You’re bloody joking me!” 

“Babe, I nearly fell through the fucking floor!” Taking the champagne handed to her with thanks, she toasted her, pulling her cigarettes from her bag. “Just going for a quick smoke, back in a flash.”  

They had a truly lovely evening together, all discussing their impending break out to Santorini to escape the cold grey that was a winter in London, heading over for a week the day after Boxing Day, wanting to see in the New Year in the sunshine at Beth and Alfie’s luxurious villa.  

“I’ll still never forgive you, mate. Stoned and naked, chasing me down, you twat,” Dennis remarked, remembering back to the first time he and Magda had visited the island to stay within Alfie’s abode, the man himself roaring with laughter at the memory. God, it felt like it had been yesterday, yet nine long, fun filled years had passed in the time between.  

“At least you didn’t have him rubbing his cock all over your leg!” Magda snorted, Alfie winking. 

“Don’t pretend you didn’t bloody love it, Mags!” She pulled a kissy face at him, lifting her wine glass and taking a big gulp, washing down the remainer of her food. Beth truly had done a splendid job with everything.  

The pair stayed for coffee before heading home, Beth loading the dishwasher while humming to music playing on her phone, the feel of Alfie’s hands rubbing over her bum signalling his arrival in the kitchen.  

“Right, now it’s just us and you’ve got the dishes all seen to, it’s someone else’s turn for a bloody good seeing to. Know what I mean, treacle?”  

Oh, how she did.  

She only just about had the chance to add a tablet into the slot and kick the door shut before she was thrown over his shoulder, squealing as he smacked her bum with every step that took them up to their bedroom.  

They tumbled into a kiss, greedy, sinful, longing. All that they had once been hadn’t been diminished by marriage, children or time, their fires still burning as brightly as ever for one another. Making short work of their undress, they hit the bed in a tangle of limbs, Alfie quickly extracting himself to go and flick the lock on the bedroom door, save another embarrassed explanation to Abe over what they were doing.  

“Were you and mum wrestling?” the little lad had inquired, after his parents had hastily dressed upon the morning they’d been caught at it, back when he was five. 

Alfie had never cringed so hard in all his life. “Somat like that, my son.” It had been down to Beth to tentatively explain the birds and the bees, Alfie making himself scarce at speed. 

With any entry from small people prevented, he returned to the bed, grabbing Beth’s legs and lying himself between them, his mouth returning to hers with a hungry grunt. The noise had sparks fluttering through her core, the sound of her husband stirred by passion causing tingles to spark, the scent of her arousal intoxicating to him, his hand sliding down her body to cup at her. She gasped, biting his lower lip before their tongues danced wickedly again, a thick finger swiping at her folds, feeling her petals, the heat of her magmatic against him as he explored.   

“Been wanting this all fuckin’ evening, baby beast.” he panted, mouth slipping to her neck, pressing sumptuous, full-lipped kisses that made her shiver like a summer rose touched by the first chill of autumnal frost. 

A sob welled in her throat, pouring from her like wine as that thick digit pushed within, her glistening walls hugging upon it, eyes a burn of blue fire, body keening against his. God, how she still craved him with such unbridled hunger, their connection every inch as magmatic as it had ever been. She rocked against his hand, greedy for more, a second finger joining the first as he held her neck and returned his lips to hers, kissing her with unmatched thirst. 

He was rigid as iron against her hip, her hands smoothing over tattooed flesh, his muscles cording beneath her touch. She grasped him, pulling upward on his cock, sending a ripple through him that caused his chest to jolt. There was no touch more perfect than that of his wife. He breathed raggedly against the swirl of her tongue, head dipping, teeth sharp at her nipples in turn, fingers curling within her soaking cunt to rake exactly where she needed them to.  

She gasped words of longing, Alfie’s mouth descending in a path of loving, heated kisses, the taste of her skin like sweet berries upon his tongue, every touch a constellation laid over her pale curves, igniting her lust to burn like a forest fire. 

Her sex called to him like a siren through a dark, misty night, polarizing, screaming to him, his mouth descending to feast upon her. Closing his full lips around her glistening folds, he sucked upon her hungrily, the elixir of her pouring into his mouth as he tasted her, lost himself to her, felt himself burn to hear the aroused cadence of his beautiful wife.   

She tasted like sharp honey, womanly nectar seeping onto his tongue as he lapped at her in greed, craving more as he buried his mouth against her, her pale legs virtually knotting themselves around his head. Her wail filled the room in soft song, and the sound burned the edges of his very marrow, his heart skipping beats. 

Her hips rucked against his face, a rush of heat evoked by his tongue tracing never ending circles at her clit making her glow, the pleasure biting and throbbing, his hands roaming her all over. She felt besieged by all he bestowed upon her, the touch familiar but never boring. It never was with Alfie. Monotony was not a word heard of within their bedroom. 

Driving his tongue harder against her potent bundle, feeling the little bud beginning to quake under the unrelenting licks, he watched her, her body quivering as he caused a caustic rush. Glimmers began to skitter through her as he brought her to the brink of it, Beth teetering as he paused in tease, gently blowing upon her clit before sucking once again.  

She came apart with a feral cry, her thighs rigid, panting as her release washed over her in ceaseless waves. His lips tended a diligent path back to her mouth, cock daggering into her trembling centre, a rumbled gasp floating from his mouth to hers as he felt her walls fluttering around his girth.   

He stretched and filled her, hands weaving through the long dark of her hair, Beth moaning against each sweet kiss offered, tasting herself upon his mouth. The very flesh and blood of him drew out the primal need within her to give him everything and take what he so willingly poured into her. 

Their intense love and lust for one another collided in perfect alchemy, her slippery walls flexing around him as she glossed the thick cock splitting her wide, her wails like celestial music drifting into his mind as she wrapped her beautiful legs around him. Pushing into his chest, she turned him, Alfie hitting the bed with a thud and a chuckle.  

“Oh, so the duchess wants to be in charge for a bit, ay?”  

She grinned, leaning to him, offering kisses steeped in smoking honey. “Well, if there’s one person you relinquish control for.” 

She began to move against him with tantalising allure, her hips circling as she bore down on his length, little pricks of pleasure melting down her spine. It took diligence, but he was soon a mess beneath her, sweat streaking his tattooed flesh, his cock throbbing within the clench of her walls. Her movements became more focused, wanting to send him reeling into the blinding eclipse of pleasure, feel his enormity crest beneath her.   

The soaking clench of her cunt fluttered strongly around him, the pressure perfect as he felt it crackle furiously before the fire ripped through him completely. With his cock pulsing, he filled her of all which she milked from him, his head thudding back against the bed, gritted teeth finally relaxing as he swam in ecstasy.  

His soul floated somewhere above him, rendered a shaking wreck by her, colours illuminating behind his closed eyelids, everything fluid as the waves continued to wash through him, his heart thundering. She gentled her motions, coming to a stop, her walls flexing around him, but not in the same way as he knew would have had she reached the same cataclysmic finish as he, and for that, he would make much amends. 

They lay stroking one another, chattering, laughing as the night hours drew out. He needed a little more recovery time, now he’d hit his mid-forties, but once that was attained... 

Beth shrieked loudly as her back hit the bedroom wall, glad the children’s bedrooms were a fair enough distance for her yelp not to wake them, laughing excitedly. His mouth covered hers, her legs firm in their hug around his waist as his hands glided over her sweat slicked hair, hips beginning to drive forth into her burning centre. 

She wailed at the fever-hot intrusion of him, merciless in his delivery, fucked hard and fast against the wall coated in luxury paint. His groans spilled onto her tongue, swirling with his, her moans arrowing into the epicentre of his lust for her as he drove into her like a piston. 

Her elegant, dark red nails clawed at his back, marking him, the sting both sharp and sweet as he persisted in frantically building her up to inferno. For him, she would burn to her very bones and back. He’d never accepted any less. 

Alfie never would either. 

Her cries of abandon filled the air as he slowed his rhythm, backing off from a frenzied, merciless pounding of her cunt to a slow, purposeful movement, dragging every girthy inch of his cock in a sumptuously slow glide against her twitching walls.  

Spearing her again hard, he reached her hilt and shuddered with overwhelming desire, arms snaking beneath her trembling thighs to spread her wider, allowing him to bottom out deeper, filling her to the very summit of her cunt. He then slowed, everything potently drawn out, the tempest swirling slowly, but by no means less brutally.  

He was soaked in her slick, her walls hugging him snugly as he withdrew slowly once again, his cock glistening in the low light. It was almost too much to withstand for him, how hot she smouldered all over, but nowhere more so than her cunt. She was like magma around him, without the pain of an unhealable burn.   

Alternating, he drove into her hard again, balls smacking against her with a lewd slap as he began to fuck her frenziedly, Beth demanding he go harder, her nails once again clawing like a feral feline as she felt her ascension flood her body. Sparks skittered through her, her release the full moon rising over his dark horizon as she came apart for him with maddening intensity.   

He pounded her voraciously, giving her no time to recover from his afflictions, fucking her with consuming vigour. Her aroused cries grew louder, her voice breaking with fervour, each thrust the ignition for lightning to begin darting up her spine once more.    

“That’s it, baby. Come again for me.” He growled low in her ear, tongue brushing her throat and his hand fisting her clammy hair to yank her head back, the howl of release reverberating through his ear as his teeth implanted themselves into her shoulder, the pain adding to the overwhelming pleasure.    

Little tremors wracked his cock as he slowed again, wanting to experience those pleasurable twinges as intensely as possible. Re-establishing the surging pace, he let go of her hair and gripped her shoulders, forcing her to take the full, unyielding brunt of every acerbically delivered thrust.    

His groans were as low as rolling thunder, chasing the next release he knew she had for him. They were slick with sweat, bodies simmering, ready and willing to boil for one another again, the embers of their fuck growing, glowing, the fire roaring through them as he felt himself spill into the viscid clutch of her cunt as she shook hard through her own release.   

They swam in bliss together, alone in the bright light of orgasmic abandon, just him and her entwined, the rest of the world falling away. The sound of her soft exclamations through each laboured gasp brought him back from it, looking at her adoringly.  

“My Bethany. Still a little wild’un, ain’t ya, darlin?” 

Trying to catch her breath, she left out a comic huff, kissing the tip of his nose as he chuckled. “Always am for you, boo.” 

He carried her to the ensuite, both taking a quick, refreshing shower to cleanse the sweat which had beaded them, Beth pulling on a clean nightie and Alfie his pyjama bottoms, unlocking the door on the way back to the bed. Gone were the days of enjoying sleeping with nothing other than each other wrapped around their nakedness, now that they usually had early morning visitors to their bed.  

Whistle, beep, snore, grizzle, whistle, snore. Yes, they could only be the sounds of one person that awoke Alfie at 5:52am the following morning, pulling back the duvet to see Flora snuggled up beside him.  

“Ahh, ‘ello, Officer Jones,” he spoke, stroking her messy hair, Beth snorting with laughter at his side. 

“We have to let them watch those films at some point, they’ll love them,” she spoke, referring to the Police Academy films, one of the characters who of course her daughter seemed to take after in the sound effects department.  

“Yeah, when they’re a bit older,” he agreed, pulling back the duvet to see Abe snuggled in beside his mother. “Ahh, the other one found his way in too. Like homing beacons, innit?” 

Just then, the door was shunted open, their furry child ambling in and jumping up onto the foot of the bed, the family complete. Flora stirred, rubbing her eyes and smiling widely. “Cyril.” she croaked, crawling from under the covers, her fleecy security blanket within her grasp. Plonking herself down next to the gargantuan dog, she covered them both with the swathe of soft, grey fleece, kissing his head and wrapping her arms around his neck.  

“I suppose you’re going to get up and workout, hmm?” Beth asked, Alfie turning over and wrapping her in his arms, reaching to gently stroke Abe’s head.  

“Nah, love. I’m happy exactly where I am.” 

That went for all five of them. 

The End.  

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[princesachicana]

𝐫𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 (𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳)

description: a little cute family reunion after chris was away for a little.

“Buenos dias baby” You exclaimed with a wide smile. Your 4 month old baby boy Roman squealing in happiness at the sight of your face. “Did you sleep so good?” You laughed running a hand through his bed head. Roman kicked his legs excitedly mumbling his baby talk. Picking him up from his crib you ticked his side. “Are you excited? guess who’s coming home today!” You carried him over to his changing table.

“We have lots to do today before daddy gets home.” You listed off all the plans for the day. And even though you knew your 4 month old couldn’t understand you still enjoyed speaking to him. After changing his diaper and wiping him down with a damp washcloth. You dress him in a new onesie you bought the week before online.

It was a fuzzy one that had Nemo’s face on the hood. Your favorite movie to watch as a family was Finding Nemo so it was fitting. “You look so cute bebe” You squished his cheeks making him giggle and fiddle with his hands. “He’s going to freak when he sees you!” You laughed taking a few pictures of Roman sending them to Chris.

~

“It’s so yummy right?” Roman’s face was covered in his breakfast. Oatmeal Peach Apple was one of his favorites.

After feeding Roman and cleaning up his face you started on your own breakfast.

You hadn’t worked up a big appetite for anything in particular so you went with something quick. Eggs and buttered toast with a side of chopped fruit from the day before.

“Okay ready to make a pretty picture for daddy!” You brought up a stool next to Roman’s high chair. “We’re gotta make a welcome home card okay?” You wiped his baby drool from his face. setting down a baby blue construction sheet of paper in front of him.

You started it off writing down the words ‘Welcome home!’ adding a little heart at the end with a marker. Roman couldn’t do much with a marker so you set out washable paint on another paper.

“Look at all these pretty colors!” You softly grabbed one of his hands showing him all the bright paints. His finger immediately dipped into the color purple. Roman was about to bring his finger towards his mouth before you quickly stopped him. “No look you paint here!” You drew a squiggly line with his finger. The color on the paper making him smile. His mouth formed an “ouuu” as if his art was the most impressive thing he’s done yet.

To distracted by the four month old beauty ,the sound of keys jingling and a door opening became background noise. Roman’s eyes widened, his chubby face forming a wide gummy smile. His eyes set dead behind you “what are you looking at mi amor?!”

Just as you were about to turn seeking out what your baby was so happy about, a set of strong arms engulfed you from behind.

Along with kisses to the side of your neck, immediately identifying it as your husband. “You aren’t supposed to be back until later que paso?!” You squealed excited and surprised all at the same time.

“I might have lied about what time I landed …the whole time I was planning on surprising you” After giving you one sentimental kiss, he pulled away moving towards his extremely impatient son. “WOAH mommy I think we got to distracted with our reunion!” you furrowed your eyebrows confused on what Chris was talking about. “Looks like little man…gave himself face paint.”

You looked towards where your baby and husband shared a warm embrace, and sure enough Roman’s face and brand new onesie covered in bright colors, looked like he really went to town with the paint. “BABY! not on your face” you laughed, moving towards the both of them, squeezing his chubby cheeks “we’re gonna have to put you in the bath.”

Chris sniffed his baby boys head like he was relishing in the baby scent he loves. “I’ll take him a bath, I’ve been craving my wife’s tostadas” You smirked “Oh really? Then I’ll just have to make some” You stood up on tip toes lightly scratching his beard, he relaxed into the touch, sighing when Roman’s hand followed yours now to playing with Chris’s beard. “I missed y’all so much.”

~

An hour later, you managed to whip up some Tostadas per your husbands request. You slowly balanced both plates on your hand, making way into the spacious living room.

You smiled when you noticed that all to familiar movie intro. “He was supposed to wear his outfit while we watched the movie!” You fake pouted as your sons eyes followed the fishes that swam on the screen. “It’s alright he’s got on his socks see!” Chris laughed picking up Roman, his little legs kicked begging to be let down again so he could watch his favorite movie.

You nodded, handing Chris his plate he moaned in delight “Baby I haven’t had anything like this in what feels like forever.” He quickly thanked you with a chaste kiss, immediately digging into his food. “Maybe we could come with you next time?” You whispered, not knowing how he would react.

“I do want to travel with him.” Chris looked to Roman who babbled off at the screen. “I can’t stay away from you both any longer…it feels like he’s grown so much since the two months I’ve been gone.” You sighed “He has, but you’re here now and that’s all that matters” You smiled, heart warming when Chris took his hand in yours lightly squeezing.

“Can we make some more little ones?” He whispered.

You giggled quietly “oh yeah, once this little one goes down for a nap.” you mumbled against his lips not exactly knowing if he was serious or not.

SPOILER ALERT: he was serious.

#chris evans x female reader #chris evans x wife!reader #chris evans fluff #Chris evans #chris evans x reader #Chris evans smut #chris evans headcanon #Chris evans x Mexican!reader #Chris evans x hispanic!reader #cevans #x reader #dad!chris evans

[o3o-aya]

How to Tame a Bitch (pt.1)

You smiled before you patted your brother’s head. “You have everything?” You asked as you tilted your head.

“[Name]-channnnn!! Why don’t you just come with me?!” Zenitsu asked as he teared up and grabbed your hands.

You huffed before bonking his head. “Zeni!! I can’t! I’m not slayer!” You said as you shook your head. 

Zenitsu sniffed before he hugged you tightly as your eyes widened. “Stay safe... And I’ll try to come back...” He said as he held you close.

You paused before you smiled and nodded your head. “I’ll be safe.” You said as you tilted your head.

~~~~~~

Watching your brother leave,not knowing if he was going to survive. It was frightening...

But yet you were going to be presistent!

Unfortunately.... Kaigaku still hadn’t left... Because his sword had yet to come in so you were stuck with him.

Luckily you had gramps keep you sane! And he even let you pick all the peaches that you wanted!!

You smiled as you plucked a ripe peach from the tree, You took a deep whiff and giggled.

As much as you missed your brother... Having all the peaches you wanted was totally worth it! Plus gramps liked it when you made your desserts with them!

“I can’t believe you’re still here...” You said a voice behind you, killing your joy.

“What do you want Kaigaku?” You asked as you turned your head.

You watched as he walked closer, before he grabbed your wrist and brought your hand up to his mouth, taking a bite... Of YOUR peach!!

You stared at him before you looked away.

How DARE he!? That was YOUR peach!! You were so excited to eat it!!!

What an asshole...

“The only thing you’re good at is picking the good ones.” He said as his face inched closer to yours. “You know... The moment my sword gets here... I’ll be leaving... And I’ll need a pretty wife waiting for me.” He said, a smirk forming on his face.

You paused as you took in what he was saying.

He wanted you.... To be his wife?

After he tormented your poor brother!? 

You gritted your teeth before smashing the peach in his face.

“In your dreams...” You said before you shoved him aside.

“I have to buy things for dinner... Tell gramps I’ll be back later...” You said and walked off.

Yet you failed to notice, the look of hurt and anger on his face.

~~~~~ 

As you were running errands, you heard a noise behind you.

So you hid behind a tree and waited, once you heard it again, you jumped out and kicked that person square in the head.

You looked at them before noticing they didn’t go down.

“Wow! What a kick!” You heard the loud, excited voice say. “Tell me your name!”

You looked at him, a demon slayer!? You kicked a slayer!?

“Ah.... [Name]... Agatsuma [Name]....” You said as you stared up at him.

“Well!! Agatsuma [Name]! You should become my tsuguko!” The flamed headed man said as he looked at you with his bright smile.

You felt blinded with how bright he shone... Wait what did he say...?

“... A tsuguko!?”

#kny x reader #kaigaku #yandere kaigaku x readr #yandere kaigaku #kny kaigaku #kaigaku x reader #demon slayer #yandere demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #yandere kaigaku x reader #yandere kny #kny #kaigaku x name #kaigaku x y/n #zenitsu #rengoku #KYOJUROOOOOO #aya's fic #aya's series

[ahedderick]

Heroic Saturday (also Nutmeg)

After a big day like yesterday, I expected to be pretty quiet today, maybe finish a sewing project or prep a canvas for painting. However, both kids were off having adventures, so I ended up spending a good bit of the morning moving scrap metal with my husband. We only have the scrap dumpster until Thursday, so we need to fill it as full as possible. (And then get a new one, oh, argh)

The afternoon I spent hand sewing very, very slowly. The re-do on my new glasses was better than the first, unusable pair they tried to give me. I accepted them, somewhat against my better judgment. However, after wearing them around the house a little, I really can't use them for close-up things at all. Reading, sewing, artwork. So I'm just going to continue wearing the older pair that are *slightly* off in the left eye. To sew, I have to take them off completely and hold the fabric about four inches (10 cm) from my face. This is not very ergonomic, and I need to take lots of breaks.

I made a lovely dinner of venison steaks, fried potatoes/onions/peppers, and sliced a gorgeous tomato. A completely local meal! And the peach pie - swoon ljhdsfgldhfg!

After dinner my husband wanted to show me some of the progress he made yesterday down at home farm, cleaning up near the old sawmill. We took Lady along and she sniffed everything while he showed me the area he cleaned and also the problems (oh dear) with the electrical system for the woodworking tools. My father's adhdiy electric work could make a certified electrician faint dead away from horror. There will be . . updates made. Very shortly. PROFESSIONAL updates.

Back at home I went up to the barn to groom up Hero and take a very short (it's too hot!) ride. I doused him in fly spray, but forgot to spray myself with Off. Also, the large biting flies (deer fly and horsefly are BIG and BIGGER, respectively) are no longer quite as repelled by the spray for horses as they used to be. We had a decent ride, after I convinced him that we didn't NEED to run the whole way. Nutmeg huffed, puffed, and complained her way along with us. When we left the forest, there were two or three biting flies circling around us looking for blood (literally) and I was hoping for the first frost to kill them all GRRRRR!

I am hot. Sweaty. Probably quite smelly. I had to completely change clothes three times today. And I think that more pie is the answer to my problems.

#farmblr #farm living #women who farm #what's for dinner #hero and nutmeg

[yandere-ac]

It nice to see you back! I want request something animal crossing, you know how they added cook not so long ago. Can I have a reader that every time Redd stop off at the island they bring him food that they made. Bonus point if Redd gets jelly when he find out that the Reader give home-cooked food to everyone.

Anon I want you to know that this request singlehandedly made me want to write again. And also, aww <3 it’s nite to be back! Now without further ado…

Sweet fantasy

Yandere Crazy Redd X Reader

⚠️CW! General yandere behaviour, possessive behaviour, delusions (kinda, not rly in depth) drugging, kidnapping⚠️

”Huh. Whats this?” Redd asked, looking at the island representative as if they had two heads. You were standing in his boat, grinning ear to ear as you held up the pink plate right in front of the fox. He looked at it with suspicion before sniffing the air. “A pie?” It was more of a statement than a question but the tone of his voice wasn’t exactly out of curiosity or intrigue. Yet your smile still remained, determined to keep going.

“It’s a peach pie! I made it just for you!” You stated proudly, doing a little nod to put emphasis on the ‘just for you’ part. You could see Redd’s tail flicker, you weren’t sure if it was good or bad but it was something. So you figured you could keep going. “I really like it since the peach slices kind of look like a petal, I thought you might like it.” At this statement you saw Redd’s mouth turn up into a smug grin.

“Really now? Why?” He asked, there was the intrigue you were searching for.

“Well. I’ve always been taught that making food for someone is the best way to show appreciation, love or affection. And since I’m almost done with the museum I wanted to bake something for you to… you know, show my appreciation. I really,” you paused for a second. “I really appreciate you coming down here to the island and selling art.” Your sincerity seemed to catch Redd slightly off guard, if only for a second. But it didn’t take long before he turned back into the normal sly fox he’s always been.

“Why, I’m flattered cousin, really I am.” So far so good. “But unfortunately,” you made a mental sigh as you heard those two words. They never meant well. “I only accept stuff from paying customers.” He held out his arms in a sort of shrug as he looked at you expectantly. You already knew this dance by heart. You sighed, putting the pie down on a nearby counter.

“You really do have strange rules. But alright.” You walked up and inspected the artwork he put on display. After inspecting them closely you picked out one and bought it. It was a fake of course, and Redd was happy doing business with you. He snickered to himself as he picked up the pie.

“Well thank you for the pie. I’ll be sure to enjoy this later, I just ate a big lunch you see. But in the meanwhile, does anything else catch your eye?” He asks with a smirk. You sigh.

“No. Thank you anyways.” Your voice was low as you walked out of the boat. You weren’t sure what you expected, but definitely not having to PAY to give him a gift. But you supposed you shouldn’t have expected anything different from him. Redd let out a scoff after you left the boat. What a strange interaction. And the fact that he actually got you to buy some artwork just to give you some stupid pie.

“Such a gullible human…” he mumbled to himself as he looked over at the pie. It sat on a beautiful pink porcelain plate. There was slight steam coming off of its peach covered surface, it really did look like a flower. Redd picked it up and put it into the freezer. He got his money, that’s all that mattered.

✿ ✿ ✿

4 days. It was 4 days since he last visited your island name. He had been going around, island to island. Selling art in his boat. He had yet to eat your pie. He didn’t want to. The more he waited, the more weird he felt about it. Why would you bake a pie for him? But as the hours went on and food began to run out he felt like he couldn’t put off eating it any longer. He had to stop for food soon but that wouldn’t happen in a day or two and if he waited to eat the pie any longer it would go bad. He figured he would just get it over with. It’s a god damn pie. Who cares if you made it? That you made it specifically for him! To show him appreciation. He didn’t care! It was just a stupid pie.

He has been staring at the pie for at least 15 minutes before he finally cut into it. He took one slice and put it on a separate plate. The piece didn’t tilt over as he shifted it to the other plate. He remember what another villager on an island further away had told him about pie and cake eating in their culture. They were scandinavian, Swedish he thinks. It’s hard to remember. But he did remember what they told him about cake slicing. In their culture, if the slice tips over when you put it on the plate, it means that you will never get married. Such a strange superstition. But that made him wonder, if the slice didn’t tip over, would that mean he would be guaranteed to get married someday? Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe he was putting way too much thought into this in order to avoid eating the pie.

He took a breath in, took a spoonful of pie and shoved it into his mouth. He let the bite simmer and dance on his tongue as his eyes expanded with ecstasy. The pie was nothing short but amazing, simply put. He quickly took another bite, and another one. Until the entire pie was gone. Even as it was cold and 4 days old, the taste was incredible. He never knew you were such a good cook. And this was after four days in his fridge. He felt his mouth water at the thought of what a fresh slice of that pie would have tasted like. He felt a warm feeling fill his stomach as he really started to think about what you said before. You had made such a wonderful pie, just for him, just to show your appreciation for him. Suddenly it all hit him at once. He had to go see you.

✿ ✿ ✿

You groaned into your pillow as you looked over to the clock in your room. 2:04 in the morning. The clock was 2:04 in the morning. So who in gods name was knocking like their life depended on it at the door. You dragged yourself out of bed and went over to the door. The moment you opened it Redd rushed in to your house. And that woke you up pretty quick. He looked back at you with wide eyes, they were wider than you’d ever seen them.

“Close the door! Close the door!” He told you, and you, having just woke up and not really having the brain capacity to question stion what was happening, closed the door. He let out a string of strained breaths as he sunk to the floor.

“Redd?” You asked. He gave you a toothy grin as he stood up.

“The one and only! How’s it going cousin? You sleep good?” He asked you. You had to rub the remaining drowsiness out of your eyes as you thought about what you possibly could answer.

“Fine? I.. guess? Redd- I. What?” You were so utterly speechless by this turn of events. Literal minutes ago you were sleeping and now you had to wake your brain up enough to deal with this situation. “What are you doing here?”

“I ran here from my boat. Couldn’t risk anyone seeing me.”

“That does not answer my-“

“I came here for another pie. The one I got turned bad before i could eat it.” There was No way in hell he was gonna admit to coming here in the middle of the night just to get a fresh slice of some god damn pie. He would rather die.

”You came… all the way here for a p-”

”YES??? IS THERE ANYTHING WRONG WITH THAT???” He asked, voice high in tone and laced in defence. It fought you off guard, taking a few silent seconds to blink. Then a smile formed on your face. “What?” Redd asked you.

“Nothing. Nothings wrong with it. How about we make one together? I don’t have any spare ones.” Oh you cheeky little- how dare you turn this into a bonding activity.

“Sounds fun.” Redd said, smile wide and eyes narrow.

And so the two of you stayed up, baking another peach pie. All while talking to each other. You told Redd about why you loved cooking so much, he told you about his recent venture out to sea, you told him about a recent upgrade you managed to make to your house — the second floor. And so on and so forth. It was well into the early hours of the morning and you two were sitting on the kitchen floor, waiting for the pie to be ready in the oven. You were sitting next to each other in comfortable silence. That was, until Redd spoke up.

“Hey so… about what you told me earlier on the boat… was that true?” He asked you. “Do you really appreciate me?” You nudged awake, having rested your eyes. You yawned and looked at him with a tired smile.

“Of course I do. Your art really improves the museum. Not to mention my house.” The last part caught Redd off guard. Your house?

“Wait… your house? What do you mean?” He asked you. You pointed towards the part of the living room you could see from the kitchen. Just above your entrance hung one of the many fakes he had sold you.

“They’re fake, but I do like them still. They remind me of you.” You yawned once more. Did you just admit to knowing they were fake?? And so nonchalantly too???

“You… know? And you don’t mind?” He asked. You shrugged, closing your eyes again.

“I figured if you felt the need to sell fake art you’re probably not in the best spot. Especially if you’re going from island to island. And like I said, they’re nice. If I buy one that’s real then great! I can donate it. If I buy a fake then also great! I can decorate my house or the island! I don’t really care too much. Besides, I like going to your boat and just talking with you. And I feel bad if don’t buy anything…” You admitted. Something about this admission struck something inside of Redd. You liked him enough to buy fake art for thousands of bells just cause you felt bad if you didn’t? Does that mean you care for him? I mean, you seem to like his company judging by what you said (and the simple fact that you didn’t kick him out when you came to him at two in the morning).

He didn’t get more time to overthink as he felt you lean your head against his shoulder. He tensed up for a few seconds as he panicked internally. What should he do? He felt his chest get warm at your contact, especially when you basically cuddled up to him. After a while he leaned his head on your head, trying his best to relax at the contact.

But your sweet moment was quickly interrupted as the clock on the oven started to beep loudly. The shrill sound made you flinch and subsequently pull away from Redd.

“Hey, looks like the pie is done. Come on, let’s dig in!” You said, standing up. You brushed off any potential dust off your lap and reached your hand to Redd, he happily accepted and you pulled him up. Although, he held onto your hand for just a second too long, giving you one of his usual smirks. You two pulled the pie out, sat it on the table and waited for it to cool down. It smelled heavenly, nothing short but heavenly. The steam radiating off the dessert made Redd’s mouth water just at the thought of the taste. This did not go unnoticed by you, letting out a chuckle, you picked up the nearby knife and started to cut into it.

“I think it’s cold enough, give me your plate.” You said. Redd held up his plate in front of you as you cut a slice and placed it on his plate. It stood up, it didn’t tip over… as he put down the plate you cut a slice for yourself. It stood up, it didn’t tip over either… Redd began to think about the superstition about falling slices and his theory about if the slice didn’t tip over. He felt his face get warm as the thought of you in a wedding tux/dress entered his mind. The thought left his head just as quick as it came. He shook his head slightly as he tried to think about anything other than you. But it was hard when you were sitting right in front of him, having just baked a pie with him. With him… with… him…

“Let’s dig in! I’m starving! Morning hunger and all that.” You said as you picked up your fork and dug into the dessert. If he indulged whatever strange fantasy his brain thought of, of you being his… spouse, he supposed you two would cook together very often. These kinds of moments wouldn’t be so short lived, they would appear everyday. He felt his chest become warm at the thought, and as he took a bite out of the warm pie he couldn’t help but completely melt. It was everything it should be. Warm, sweet, moist but not too moist. The perfect texture.

You two stayed at the table for three hours, eating up the entire pie and talking. Redd never knew you were so fascinating, that you had so many entertaining stories to tell. As the light from outside got brighter and more and more villagers walked out of their houses, Redd knew he had to retreat to his boat. You understood that as well, and you wanted to help him. So you gave him a blanket that he draped across his shoulders and you and him booked it to his boat together, laughing together as you did. He handed you the blanket as he stood on the plank leading up to his boat. You two said goodbye and all the while he drove away he couldn’t stop smiling. He had to come here more often.

✿ ✿ ✿

A couple of weeks passed and you two were closer than ever. You and him cooked a lot together, every time he came to the island you were there with a freshly made delicacy, and he was always there to eat it all up with a smile. After a while he even started taking inspiration from you, starting to cook a little himself and selling some of his products at his raffle. He had also gotten a lot more bolder with his visits on the island. He no longer restricted himself to the back of the island. He often met up with you on the beach for small picnics and he almost seemed to relish whenever anyone, especially Nook, saw you with him.

However, interacting more with the island around him wasn’t all fun and rainbows. The more he knew, the more his fantasy started to fall apart. He soon came to find out that you make food for everyone, not just him. It took all his willpower not to tackle and choke out whatever villager he first saw walking around with a carrot scone he knew you’d made. His fantasy of you two cooking together as a domestic activity didn’t feel as special when he knew it wasn’t exclusive to you two. He wanted to be angry with you, but he just couldn’t. It’s not your fault you were so generous, he just had to find a way to keep that generosity for himself. That was the difference between you and Redd. You were generous.

He was selfish…

✿ ✿ ✿

“You know the one thing I will always REFUSE to cook?” You asked Redd, leaning back on the palms of your hands as you two sat on a blanket in the sand.

“No, what?” Redd responded in amusement, knowing this would probably lead to some kind of rant.

“Anything easter related! That bunny- whats his name again-“ you snapped your fingers on the air, trying to remember the name.

“Hopper?”

“HOPPER!! He keeps hiding eggs everywhere, and I mean everywhere! Oh hey you want to fish? Here’s an egg. Want to chop some wood for DIY projects? Here’s a god damn egg. Wanna dig up some fossils to help your friend complete his collection? Egg.” Redd could only chuckle at your distain of these eggs. You two had been sitting together for at least a couple of hours and by this point both of your bodies were coated with orange lighting from the sun setting. ”Its god damn ridiculous. He makes me want to hide during all of easter.” You let out a yawn as you fell down on the blanket underneath you.

You looked up at Redd with a tired smile. “Hey, it’s getting pretty late. I think I wanna get home, I’m supposed to get up early to help Isabelle with something tomorrow.” You say whilst rubbing your eyes. Redd helped you up.

“Well, could you at least follow me to the boat?” You smiled at his request. Who could say no to a face like that? Not you. And so you walked him to his boat, having polite conversation with him all the while. You could feel his tail brush up against your leg every now and again but you assumed it was just because of his walking pattern. As you two got closer to his boat you felt his hand brush up against yours, this happened multiple times before he finally just grabbed your hand.

“So… we’re here now… hey so I know you said that you had to get up early tomorrow but could you just help me with this thing real quick?” He asked you, this peeked your interest. While you did have to get up early tomorrow, you would never say no to a friend in need

“Sure. What is it?”

”Well i’ve been experimenting a lot with some new flavours of bubble tea and I’m thinking of starting to sell them but I need someone else to try it out first. It’ll be a quick taste test, that’s it.” He told you, looking at you with expecting eyes. You smiled and nodded your head.

“Of course.”

You walked into the boat with him. He walked into the locked door on the right side of the boat, rummaging around before bringing out a glass of bubble tea. You sipped up some of it through the big straw, getting plenty of tapioca balls in one sip. Your eyes went wide as you tasted the drink.

“Oh my-“ you went for a second sip. “Oh my god Redd! What is this??? It tastes amazing!!” You continued to sip up the drink through the boba straw. Redd chuckled at your enthusiasm.

“Oh it’s simple really. It’s brown sugar syrup, it makes the drink really sweet. And you know…” at this point you had drunken up the entire glass. Redd walked up the stairs of the boat and up to the door. He locked it, placing the key inside his apron pocket. “The sweetness is very good if you need to hide the taste of… certain substances.” He went on, you could only nervously laugh at what you could only assume to be a weird joke. “Did you know that sometimes people hide broccoli in brownies in order to trick children into eating broccoli?” He asked you, and as of hitting a lights witch, you felt a sort of fatigue and drowsiness come over you.

“Hey, cousin. You look pretty tired.” He walked over to you, picking you up bridal style.

“What are you…” you felt your eyelids become heavy as you struggled to get your sentence out.

“I think it’s best if you stay here for tonight. Your house is so far away. You can sleep in my bed, I’ll sleep somewhere else.” He opened the door on the left of the boat with his foot, still holding you in his arms. In the room were a refrigerator, a fridge, some sinks and his bed in the far end of the room. He placed you down on the mattress, your eyes were barely open at this point. He gave you one last reassuring smile before he stood up. “And tomorrow, you can go help Isabelle, okay? Goodnight…” he stood up and walked out of the room.

The second he closed the door, he locked it up tight and practically ran to start the boat up. He knew you would hate him for this but he couldn’t care less if it meant getting to have you to himself. He had an entire lifetime to earn your forgiveness, and he was willing to die trying.

If it meant he could have you for himself, if it meant that you two could be together, if it meant that he was only a little bit closer to that fantasy of you two cooking alone then he would do it. Anything to have you. Anything to keep you.

Neither of your slices tipped over, and that had to mean something…

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A/N: Alright!! Corn is back! Feels good. Also this totally wasn’t an excuse to go on t agents about strange Swedish superstitions ahah. But this was a really fun did to write, it got some of the creative juices flowing :)

#yandere #yandere animal crossing #yandere headcanons #yandere x reader #tw yandere #yandere crazy redd #yandere x you #yandere crazy Redd x reader #gender neutral y/n #gender neutral reader #tw kidnapping #tw drugging #yandere male

[thequarries]

i finally wrote another ollidon fic 🙈🙈

its angst with a happy ending so don’t worry

also, 2555 words enjoy

The bench was perfectly illuminated in the sunlight, the tree over it bending gently in the wind. The rustling of the leaves, the combination of the warm temperature surrounding the bench, and Gordie standing right in front of it was enough to make Oliver crazy. It was almost like a passage from a fanfiction in one of those Star Trek fanzines Oliver spent too much time reading.

“Gordie! Gordie!” Oliver dodged a few stray students, jogging to the bench.

The taller boy turned around, nervously fidgeting with his hands.

“What happened?” Oliver’s smile immediately faded.

Gordie wiped his hand under his nose, sniffing. It almost looked as if he had been crying.

“Nothing! Nothing,” he jumped.

Oliver squinted.

“Okay,” he broke. “Daisy asked me out on a date this weekend.” Gordie looked off into the distance, putting both of his hands in his pockets.

If Oliver hadn’t immediately shut down after Gordie mentioned the potential date, maybe he would have realized that Gordie wasn’t blushing at all (in fact, he was practically doing the opposite of blushing), that he seemed nervous, upset. Any person in their right mind would immediately notice that Gordie was not looking forward to his date.

But Oliver was too lost in his own world of jealousy. “Oh.”

“But that doesn’t matter, do you still want to go to the park?” Gordie tried looking Oliver in the eyes, but he could already tell that something set him off.

“Actually—something came up,” he lied. “See you tomorrow.”

Oliver laid on the picnic blanket underneath him, feeling the crisp warmth of the sun hitting his cheeks and the gentle breeze coming from the quarry’s water. Though his eyes were closed, he could feel his best friend, Gordie, sitting up next to him, taking in the scenery.

Gordie sighed. Oliver opened an eye.

“What’s up?”

The blanket moved as Gordie fiddled with the corners. “I don’t know what to do about Daisy.”

Oliver nodded. “Ah,” he sat himself up, resting his hands on his knees as he bent them. “Well, uhm, why don’t you tell her you need a break for a while?”

Because she thinks we’re dating, Gordie thought to himself. “That sounds a little passive-aggressive, though.”

“I guess.” Oliver’s heart sank. It was all about Daisy now—no more going to the quarry and nerding out about music, television or movies, no more talking about the latest drama at school, no more talking about their plans to run away from Hawkins. Daisy had erased all the topics of conversation.

The worst part was Daisy wasn’t all that great either. She was rude at worst and tolerable at best. She had always had an attachment to Gordie (which always made Oliver internally jealous), and up until a couple of days ago, Oliver thought that Gordie did not reciprocate affectionate feelings towards Daisy. But something had changed. Something was different. Oliver found himself struggling to read Gordie for the first time in a long time.

“She’s just, I feel like she wants a lot from me. And I like her and all,”—a stab to Ollie’s heart—“but she’s so needy all the fucking time.”

Oliver reached into his bag, wanting to focus on Gordie but not finding the strength to do so. Oliver’s jealousy made him feel like shit. He should be happy that Gordon seemed to have a romantic interest. He should be grateful that Gordie even hangs out with him, and beyond grateful that Gordie considers Oliver a friend, but Daisy was too harsh of a subject for Oliver. He wanted to block her out entirely.

In a desperate attempt to change the subject, Ollie grabbed some of the fresh peaches he had put in the front pocket of his bag. They had been picked from his family’s peach tree that morning, Oliver beaming at the sight of the first peaches of summer. After picking them, he immediately called Gordie to hang out at the quarry. “Do you want a peach?”

“Oh—uhm—the peaches are ripe?”

Oliver smiled for the first time that day. “Yep! They were ready this morning, just in time for us to hang out. Crazy, right?”

Gordie smiled.

Hanging out at the quarry was still fresh in Oliver’s mind as he biked into school that Monday. Something about soaking up all the sun and knowing Gordie was right next to him—their hands and legs accidentally touching—the sound of the water, and the slight breeze was incredibly calming to Oliver. The most perfect boy, Oliver wrote in his journal. He feels like a sunset and pure serotonin.

I need to tell him how I feel. Even writing it made Oliver nervous. He makes me too happy to not say anything. And—this Daisy thing is killing me. He needs to know how I feel.

Oliver had come to school wearing his favorite pair of jeans as well as the shirt he knew Gordie liked. Daisy wasn’t going to ruin his day today. He was too happy to let a bitch like her interrupt Oliver’s rhythm.

He waited patiently for the last bell to ring, feeling a little déjà-vu from the day he saw Gordie standing perfectly in front of the bench. But things would go differently this time—he could feel it.

Finally the bell rang. Students rushed to the halls and Oliver found himself slightly shoving people to get to the exits. He didn’t even care when he shoved Troy, a boy Oliver was incredibly terrified of, out of the way. His ‘watch it faggot’ didn’t make Oliver’s nervous for a second. All there was was Gordie.

Once outside, he booked it to the tree, dodging stray students left and right, keeping focused on the big tree a couple yards away from him. He could see Gordie, once again standing in front of the bench, as well as some other person—wearing hideous outfit of red and green (What a fucking outfit, Oliver thought. Does she think it’s Christmas?). Only one person could make that terrible of fashion choices.

“Daisy,” Oliver said. “Gordie, hello!”

Daisy turned around dramatically, her blonde ponytail almost—almost—coming undone. Which would have been a shame, since Daisy had spent about twenty minutes doing it in the bathroom that morning. “Oh—uhm—”

“Oliver!” Gordie smiled.

Daisy’s face lit up. “Right! Oliver, hi.”

He didn’t even have time to process that Daisy had forgotten his name before he blurted out what he had planned to say since the previous night. “Can we talk privately for a second?” He said, looking at Gordie.

“Actually, we were just about to get lunch,” Daisy instinctively grabbed Gordie’s arm. “Sorry.”

Gordie looked at Oliver, confusedly. “No, it’s—”

“My dad wants me home by four-thirty, so we better get going!” Her smile was infuriating. “Isn’t that right Goosey?”

Oliver’s especially good mood was fading away. Goosey.

“Uhm—”

Daisy tugged on Gordie’s arm, wrinkling his sleeve and forcing him to bend down. She used the opportunity to grab his face, slowly planting a kiss on his lips for a little too long. She pulled away, grinning at Oliver.

“You’re like best friends or something, right?” She turned her head towards Oliver. “So you can hang out, like, another time?”

Oliver was too stunned to say anything.

“Okay! Toodles.” She slipped her fingers through Gordie’s, walking him away like a dog.

Ollie would sooner jump off a cliff than knowingly let his emotions influence his decisions—but he was too angry. Maybe it was the drink in his hand (note that he was not drunk, but he wasn’t exactly sober either), maybe it was Daisy holding Gordie’s arm, or maybe it was just the warm air of the party.

He so desperately wanted to be in the perfect mindset to talk to Gordie, to be the bigger man, to be able to compose himself and be mature. But he had to talk. Or—maybe it wasn’t that he had to talk, it was more that he couldn’t go much longer without talking. The loud booming of the music only heightened his emotions, the lack of a private and quiet space making it almost impossible to cope with the intense wave he was suffocating in. Oliver took another sip of his drink and walked over to Gordie.

“Hey!” Gordie looked at Oliver. If he wasn’t so dru—tipsy, he would have seen the pure relief in his eyes, the genuine heartfelt emotions he put into his greeting.

“Can we talk for a second?” Oliver asked, stone faced.

Gordie looked down, his glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose. “Is something wrong? Are you okay?”

Oliver walked outside the back door, expecting Gordie to follow him. He did.

“Did something happen? Because, if something did, I can—”

“Why the fuck are you still with her?” Oliver boldly cut him off once they were fully outside, leaning against the walls of the house that seemed to move with the music. “Why did you even come with her?”

They weren’t so much questions as they were statements, accusations, raw jealousy and anger.

“Because she’s my girlfriend?” Suddenly, Gordie’s tone became more serious and sassy. “Seriously Ollie, why do you have a problem with her anyway?”

He shook his head. “You don’t even like her. You told me yourself. Why are you still hanging out with her?”

Gordie turned around, taking a few steps. “Are we seriously still talking about Tuesday? I thought we went over that.”

Oliver recalled the memory of a drunk Gordie venting to him about how uncomfortable Daisy made him feel over the phone the night after his lunch date. Though he was drunk, he still knew exactly what he saw and exactly what Gordie said. “Drunk words are sober thoughts. You’ve been blowing me off since then. Of course I’m not over it.”

“Listen: I don’t know what you think you heard, but I’m happy with Daisy. I’m happy with her.” Gordie emphasized, almost trying to convince himself.

(“I don’t even like her or anything,” his voice rang through the line. “Like, I don’t feel anything for her romantically. If that makes sense.”

“Yeah, I get it,” Oliver twirled the cord through his fingers.

“And everytime she touches me—I want to throw up,” his words were starting to blend together.)

“Someday, you’re gonna have to shut up and kiss who you want to kiss.” Oliver tried looking Gordie dead in the eyes, knowing he probably looked foolish. “Don’t think I don’t know you’re in love with someone else.”

Gordie turned pale, the anger almost entirely leaving his body, leaving him only with fear. “How—”

Another sip down Oliver’s throat. “So who is it then? Who do you actually love?”

The anger immediately returned to Gordie. “What the fuck is your problem?”

“My problem?” He threw the cup to the ground. “My problem? My problem? This has always been about you. It always has been and it always will be, Gordie.”

He walked away, stopping about two yards away from his crush to pack in one final punch. “I hope you have a fun time seeing Child’s Play tomorrow. Maybe Daisy will take your extra ticket—unless she doesn’t like horror.”

Oliver walked off.

The next morning was rough to say the least.

Along with waking up with a headache, Oliver also had to wake up with the memories of the previous night. He had never been more angry with himself.

Most of his morning was spent in his bed, rehashing the events of last night, the hazy yelling, the tears almost spilling from his eyes as he clumsily walked. The hours melted away as Oliver drifted in and out of sleep.

He knew that Gordie wasn’t right with Daisy, and he knew it well. But he had been a Jerk. A bad friend. The thought of hurting Gordie in any way made Oliver want to die.

After it was past dinner time, Oliver heard a faint knocking on his door. He groggily wiped his eyes. “Hello?”

He heard the gentle turn of the doorknob. It was his mother. “Are you doing alright?”

“Yeah, I just need some space,” he sat up, fixing his shirt. “I just need today.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” The bed gave in under her. She made eye contact with Oliver, trying to read him. “It hurts to see you like this.”

Oliver shook his head, turning his attention to the window outside of his room. The weather was perfect, just like it had been when he was at the quarry with Gordie, but the sunset had made the scenery even more beautiful. Just thinking about the quarry made Oliver’s heartbreak. “I love him, Mom.”

His mom rubbed his back, understandingly. Oliver had never come out to her, but she had always known in the back of her head. Only a mother could notice the nuances in Ollie’s behavior around Gordie. “You should tell him that.”

“But—”

“You’re already dressed from last night,” she nodded. “Go.”

It was a race against the sunset. Oliver desperately ran, the sound of his sneakers hitting the ground almost deafening. His years of track and rugby had trained him for this moment.

As Oliver harshly turned the corner, he could see Gordie’s doorstep become more and more visible. He could almost smell the aroma of his house, see inside the windows of the front room.

Before he knew it he was climbing the steps of the front porch, too determined by the closeness of his destination. The door materialized in front of him as it seemed like his fist raised in slow motion to knock on the door.

The door swung open before he could even touch it. Gordie was standing behind it but Oliver had too much adrenaline to even read the look on Gordie’s face. He bent over as he tried to catch his breath and calm down.

“Gordie I’m…” he put his hands on his head and turned around, trying to form coherent sentences in his head. Usually he would plan out every line, every interaction he would have before he would step out of the house, but this was too important. He had to let his feelings out now. He was brought back to reality as he heard the door close behind Gordie.

The sunset was turning the sky a deep pink as Oliver turned around to face Gordie, finally calming down and taking the situation fully. “I’m really fucking sorry about last night, I was just—”

His sentence was cut off by Gordie’s lips, quickly stopping his sentence, his hands rising to cup both of Ollie’s cheeks. It didn’t take long for Ollie to kiss back as he only deepened the kiss by putting his arms around Gordie, who pulled away, breathless. He released one of his hands to open the door behind him.

“Your…?” He asked, not bothering to finish the sentence.

Gordie leaned in for another kiss. “They’re not home.”

This time, Oliver was the one that pulled away. “But…” he started, a crack in his voice. “Daisy…”

The taller boy looked in Oliver’s eyes, seeing the heartbreak in his eyes. “Fuck her. All I want is you.”

“Very dramatic,” Oliver laughed. “Okay keep kissing me please.”

“Right,” Gordie was almost out of breath as he dragged Ollie inside by the lips.

They never wanted the night to end.

#olldon #ollie's fics #the ollie files #the gordie files #the quarries

[waitimcomingtoo]

Touch - p.p

chapter one - an encounter 

synopsis: you love him, but you can never touch him

“Spiderling, there’s someone I’d like you to meet.”

Peter turned around at the sound of Tony’s voice, eyes widening in surprise when he saw you for the first time, perched at Tony’s side.

“Hi. I’m Peter.” Peter introduced himself as he reached out his hand.

“Y/n.” You said as you shook his hand, automatically taking his pain. “Oo, shoulder pain.”

“How did you do that?” Peter gasped as he touched his fixed shoulder. “My shoulders been killing me.”

“I took your pain. Damn, you were really hurting huh?” You chuckled as you shook out your arm.

“Yeah. It’s been messed up for weeks.” Peter laughed as he rolled his shoulder. “Thanks.”

“Isn’t she amazing? She’s my newest recruit.” Tony explained. “Welcome to the Avengers, Icy Hot. You’ll fit right in.”

“I hope so.” You smiled nervously. “I appreciate the opportunity, sir. I won’t let you down.”

“Hear that Peter? She calls me sir.” Tony pointed to you proudly. “Brownie points for manners.”

Peter smiled at you and you smiled back, already taking an interest in each other.

“Thank you, sir.” You chuckled again, eyeing Peter every now and then as he did the same to you.

“Come on. I’ll show you the rest of the team.” Tony offered as he put his hand on the small of your back.

“Okay. It was nice meeting you Peter.” You waved at him as you passed him in the hallway.

“You too.” Peter waved back, a smile staying on his face long after you left.

~

You saw Peter in the gym the next day, sweating through his shirt as he threw punches at the heavy bag. You smiled at him as you climbed on the elliptical, sweating through your sports bra soon enough.

“Damn it.” Peter suddenly hissed as he pulled off his boxing glove.

“You okay?” You stopped your movement at the elliptical.

“Punched the bag too hard.” Peter sighed as he shook his throbbing hand. “I busted my knuckles.”

You climbed off the elliptical and approached Peter, your chest rising and falling as you caught your breath. Peter’s face blushed slightly as you came close enough for him to see the sweat beads rolling down your neck.

“Can I see?” You asked softly as you held out your hands. Peter nodded slightly and placed his hand into yours. Your held his hand firmly and closed your eyes as the process began. Peter saw your veins darken as the pain left his body. You winced a little as his cut healed right before his eyes.

“Does that hurt you?” Peter asked as he looked at you.

“Yeah, but not that much.” You answered. “I heal really fast so it’s just a watered down version of whatever pain I take.”

“Thats really cool.” Peter smiled softly. “You’re gonna be great for our team.”

“You think?” You lit up. “I feel so lame compared to you guys. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to keep up.”

“Healing people isn’t lame.” Peter assured you. “You’ll totally keep up.”

“Says the boy who can lift busses.” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Did you google me?” Peter pretended to gasp as he was secretly flattered.

“Maybe.” You said coyly. “I thought it was really admirable how you helped that old lady cross the street.”

“Which one?” Peter joked. “That’s my specialty.”

“You wanna know what my specialty is?” You stepped a little closer to him.

“What?” Peter asked, his entire body flushed from your close proximity.

“I can take a bruised peach and make it fresh. Mr. Stark has me do it every day. I used to blow all the kids minds at lunch.” You rubbed your nails on your shoulder like you were bragging.

“Thats really amazing. How have you not won a Nobel Peace Prize yet?” Peter teased you.

“I keep getting nominated but I’m always snubbed.” You sighed dramatically.

“Well peaches, I think you’re gonna keep up with this team just fine.” Peter smirked. “We could all use a little healing.”

“I’m glad I could be of service to you.” You stepped even closer, chests almost touching. Peter’s breath fanned your face for a moment, but before he could even close his eyes, you pulled away.

“I ,uh, I gotta go.” You stepped back from him and blinked a few times to regain your composure. “See you around.”

You swiftly left the gym, leaving Peter in a cloud of confusion as you went.

~

“Hey.” You walked into the kitchen and sniffed the air. “Are you baking?”

“Trying to. I think I forgot the eggs. And the milk.” Peter realized as he stared into his dry mixture. After a month of living in the tower, you’d gotten used to Peter’s failed attempts at baking.

You’d also gotten used to Peter.

“What are you making?” You came over his shoulder and peered in his bowl. Peter’s face flushed as he became hyperaware of how close you were. Close, but not touching.

“Muffins. Do they look okay to you?” Peter asked as he looked over his shoulder at you.

“Um, do you want a real answer or a nice answer?” You grimaced as you looked in the bowl again and saw his lumpy mixture.

“Damn it. Why is this so hard?” Peter whined. “Let me see if my first batch is ready.”

Peter went to the oven and opened it up, instinctively reaching in and grabbing the muffin tin.

“Ouch!” He yanked his hand back and held it to his chest, squirming in pain.

“Peter! You can’t grab things directly out of the oven.” You exclaimed as you rushed towards him.

“I know.” He sighed as he shook his burning finger. “But I wasn’t wearing oven mitts when I put it in so I forget to wear them when I take it out.”

“Come here.” You immediately closed your hands around his burnt hand and began to take his pain.

“Won’t it hurt you?” Peter tried to pull away but you held him in place.

“I’ll be okay.” You chuckled as you continued to take his pain. Peter sighed in relief as you winced from the feeling.

“Better?” You asked once you had finished, following your words with a kind squeeze of his hands.

“Better.” He nodded. “Thanks peaches.”

“I got you.” You flirted, looking at him through your eyelashes.

“Do you?” Peter took a step closer to you, bringing his free hand up to enclose around your hand. You gulped nervously and closed your eyes for a moment before stepping back. Peter immediately felt the loss of warmth and felt disappointment sink into his stomach.

“I’ll get the muffins out.” You stammered as you went to get an oven mitt out of the drawer. “Don’t want them to burn.”

“Okay.” Peter nodded as he leaned against the counter, barely listening because of how disappointed he felt. “Okay.”

This was how your relationship went on. You grew closer in your friendship, but never in your distance. Every time Peter thought you were about to touch, you made an excuse to pull away. Although he was used to it, it still hurt him every time.

“Hey Aquaman.” You greeted Peter as you approached the pool one day. “Mind if I join you?”

“By all means.” Peter nodded. “As long as you don’t pee in the pool.”

You could tell from his face that he immediately regretted what he said, his regret making you laugh.

“Are you proud that you said that?” You teased him as you untied your robe and dropped it to the floor. Peter’s face heated up at the sight of you in your black bathing suit as he quickly adverted his eyes.

“I can’t say I am.” He said as he pretended to be interested in something far away.

“Don’t worry about it. I say dumb things all the time.” You told him as you took out a bottle of sunscreen. You began to run in into your skin, missing your back almost entirely.

“You need some help?” Peter offered, noticing your struggle.

“I’m good.” You said, a little quickly. “Just keep the water warm for me, all right?”

“Was that another pee joke?” Peter whined, knowing he was never going to live that down

“It wasn’t intended to be.” You laughed as you stood by the edge of the pool. “I’m coming in. Is it cold?”

“No, because I just peed.” Peter said simply, making you laugh again.

“Peter.” You whined as you dipped your toe in. “No more pee jokes.”

“I’m sorry, peaches, but you made it so easy.” He defended himself.

“I’m scared.” You quickly took your toe out and rubbed your arms.

“Why? It’s just water.”

“Cold water.” You reminded him.

“Just jump in.”

“But I’ll splash you.” You worried.

“I think I’ll live.” Peter chuckled. You looked at the water one more time before jumping in, a small wave spraying Peter as you did.

“Did I get you wet?” You asked as you came to the surface right in front of Peter. It took Peter a minute to process what you said, as he was too focused on how pretty you looked with water droplets in your eyelashes.

“I’m in a pool.” He reminded you. “I was already wet.”

“Well did I splash you?” You rolled your eyes at him.

“I don’t know. Does a splash feel like this?” Peter asked innocently as he splashed you in the face.

“My hair!” You gasped as the wave hit you.

“Aw. Did you get your hair wet while submerged in water? How did that possible happen?” Peter asked sarcastically as he splashed you again.

“Oh, you got jokes? Well now you’re gonna have water damage.” You smiled deviously as you splashed him.

“Hey. No splashing.” He said, knowing how ironic it was since he did it twice.

“Fine. Then I’ll just drown you.” You said simply as you grabbed his shoulders and tried to force him under the water. As you touched him, you felt the scrape he had on his elbow transfer to you.

“Not if I drown you first.” Peter Parker warned as he grabbed your by the waist. He lifted you up as you squirmed in his arms.

“Peter. Put me down.” You laughed as you tried to break out of his grasp.

“As you wish, peaches.” He said before throwing you into the water.

“You’re gonna get it now.” You threatened as you swam back towards him. You began to wrestle in a way, your hands intertwined as you tried to overpower each other. Peter could overpower you easily, and he knew this, but he held back so you’d think it was a fair fight. He let go suddenly and you fell forward, wrapping your arms around his neck as he caught you. You stared at each other for a moment, breathily heavily as he tightened his grip on your waist.

“What am I gonna get?” Peter asked through labored breaths. Your eyes flicked to his lips before going back to his eyes as a wicked smile tugged at your lips.

“Water in your ear.” You answered as you jumped back from him. As soon as you let go, you splashed him again before swimming away.

“You did it.” Peter laughed sadly as he wiped the water from his eyes. “You got me.”

~

“Incoming!” Peter exclaimed as he swung into the alleyway, kicking the robber you’d been chasing in the chest at full speed.

“Oh no.” The man grunted as he got up from the floor. “It’s that one guy.”

“Is it though?” Peter tilted his head to the side. As if on cue, you dropped down on the other side of the robber and waved.

“Hey!” You chirped. “How’s it going?”

Before he could answer, you kicked his wrist, making him drop his backpack full of the stolen money.

“Oops! My bad!” You feigned a sad face.

“I’ll take that.” Peter shot a web at the bag and pulled it towards himself.

“You bitch!” The man exclaimed as he held he wrist.

“Hey!” Peter shouted. “That’s now how you talk to women.”

Peter kicked the man towards you and you caught him, quickly squeezing his shoulders and sending all the pain in your body into the man. The man groaned in pain as Peter shot a web at the mans gun.

“Let me get this off your hands.” Peter said as he pulled the gun out of the mans hand. The man made an angry face at Peter, who kept himself from laughing.

“Woah, fine. You can have it back.” Peter let go of the web and the gun came flying back, smacking the robber in the face and knocking him out.

“I genuinely didn’t mean to do that.” Peter gulped as the man fell to the floor.

“Nice work.” You laughed as you stepped over the limp body. “Let’s move.”

Peter webbed up the robber and threw him over his shoulder as you collected the bag and the gun. You walked back towards the bank, where you found police at the scene.

“Here you go.” You smiled sweetly as you handed a cop the items. “Hope you boys had a nice night.”

Peter turned the robber over to the police, smiling a little at what you said.

“Don’t tease the police men, peaches.” He whispered in your ear as you walked back towards the tower. “It’s not their fault they’re lame.”

You laughed at his joke and felt your hand brush against his. The bumped into each other one more time before you pulled your hand away and pretended to scratch your head.

“Um, do you want to watch a movie when we get back?” You suggested to distract from the awkwardness of the near hand holding. “I’m cool with watching the nerd shit you like.”

“Yeah, sure.” Peter nodded, disappointed once again. “And it’s not nerd shit. It’s science fiction.”

“We are saying the same words.” You teased, keeping your hands busy so the couldn’t touch his.

“Hey, I don’t rip on you when you watch those little romantic comedies.” Peter retorted.

“I’ll say it again, if you gave 13 Going On 30 a chance-“

“I know, I know.” He rolled your eyes. “I’d love it and I’d be a better person for watching it. You tell me all the time.”

“Because it’s true!” You exclaimed. “And you still refuse to watch it.”

“How about we watch it tonight, peaches?” Peter suggested as he rubbed your arm. “Maybe I’d like it better if you watched it with me.”

“Okay.” You smiled as you stepped away from his touch. “It’s a date.”

Peter nodded as he felt confusion sink in. Your words and actions always said entirely different things.

“I’ll meet you in the theater at 10. I think we both could use a shower.” Peter changed the subject before he could think too deeply into it.

“Why don’t you just meet me in the shower then?” You shrugged as you looked at him. Peter immediately stopped walking and turned bright red under his mask.

“What?” He squeaked.

“I’m kidding. God, you’re such a pervert.” You said playfully as you winked at him.

“What a tease.” Peter clicked his tongue as he shook his head.

“You know it.” You chuckled. “See you at 10.”

~later~

“Hey. Popcorn?” You held up a bowl of popcorn as you slid next to Peter on the couch.

“You think of everything.” He smiled gratefully at you as he took a few pieces.

“Just like how you thought about me in the shower.” You said casually as you popped some pieces in your mouth.

“I did not.” Peter insisted as he stole more popcorn.

“No, yeah, I believe you.” You smirked a little, layering on the sarcasm.

“Stop it. You’re mean.” Peter pouted as he rested his head on your shoulder. You tensed you for a moment as you felt the wear and tear from his day leave his body and go into yours. You had to admit, the contact was nice, but you knew it couldn’t last.

“Excuse me. I’m not a pillow.” You joked as you moved your shoulder out from under him. He picked his head up as he took your hint, feeling a familiar sadness settle into his bones with your rejection. He cut his losses and picked up the remote, pretending to take total interest in the TV to distract himself from his emotions.

“So uh, Star Wars?” He asked with a weak voice.

“Star Wars.” You nodded, pretending not to notice the forlorn look on his face.

An hour or so into the movie, Peter noticed you trying to keep yourself awake. Your head would droop occasionally as your eyelids grew heavy. Every time your head almost fell on Peters shoulder, you quickly caught yourself and sat up.

“What’s wrong with you?” Peter asked after the fourth time your head almost touched him.

“What do you mean?” You looked at him curiously.

“You don’t have to sit up that straight of you’re tired.” He said softly. “You can lean into me, you know. I don’t bite.”

“I’m good.” You told him. “I don’t want to smother you.”

“You won’t smother me.” He laughed gently as he gazed at you.

“I’m okay.” You repeated, keeping your eyes ahead.

“Okay.” Peter didn’t want to push you. He turned his gaze back to the movie, but he couldn’t focus at all. It was another day of being left in the dark about how you felt, and it was starting to weigh him down. He shot one more look at you before watching the rest of the movie in silence.

You, Peter, and Bucky sat in the kitchen the following morning, zero conversation between the three of you. Peter’s ego was still bruised from the night before, so he wasn’t particularly thrilled about speaking to you. He knew it was dumb to hold a grudge, but he was hurting. To make himself look busy, he focused on chopping up vegetables so he didn’t have to look at you.

You were too concerned with the soft winces and sighs that were coming from Bucky to realize Peter was ignoring you. By the fourth time Bucky sighed, you opened your mouth.

“You okay?” You asked as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

“I’m fine.” He grumbled. “Just some Phantom limb pain.”

“Mind if I…” You held up your hand to ask silently. Bucky looked at your hand hesitantly before nodded. You rested your hand on his residual limb and shut your eyes, slowly taking his pain. He cracked the faintest hint of a smile as the pain left his body, all of this taking place under Peter’s watchful eye.

“Thanks.” He said stiffly once you withdrew your hand.

“Anytime.” You smiled at him. He nodded at you before leaving the kitchen altogether. Once he was gone, Peter continued chopping the vegetables.

“That was nice of you. Are you guys close?” Peter asked without looking up.

“Not really.” You shrugged. “I take his pain sometimes when he comes to me for help.

“Hm.” Peter’s lips folded in a tight line as he continued chopping.

“What?” You scoffed a little at his strange reaction.

“He never asks people for help, much less for comfort. He must really like you.” Peter shrugged bitterly and he began to chop faster.

“Really?” You smiled a little. “You think Bucky likes me?”

“Do you want him to like you?” Peter asked quietly, finding himself in a worse mood than when the conversation started.

“I don’t know. I guess it would just be kinda cool, you know?” You laughed as you rubbed your arms. “I’m not the one people usually crush on.”

The was the final straw for Peter, his anger making him drop the knife with a loud clang.

“Maybe because you don’t let anyone in.” He snapped, causing you to jump.

“Excuse me?” You furrowed your eyebrows at his sudden outburst.

“How come you never let me touch you unless you’re healing me?” He asked, voice shaking as his emotions boiled to the surface.

“What?” You blinked a few times in surprise as you realized Peter was aware of how you distanced yourself from him. You always thought your blockades and barriers went over his head, and the fact that he knew you were doing it plagued you with guilt.

“You’re always right there.” Peter shook his head as he walked over to you. “We hover and dance around each other, but we don’t touch. Why do we do that? Why don’t we make contact?”

Peter was right in front of you now, close enough that if he took a deep breath, your chests would touch.

“Because I don’t want to hurt you, Peter.” You mumbled as you adverted your eyes.

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t just take pain away.” You spoke as you looked up at him. “I can also administer it. If I wanted to, I could kill someone with just one touch. What if I lost control of my powers and hurt you? I could never live with myself.”

“You have great control of your powers.” Peter protested. When he saw that you were unconvinced, he held up a hand. “You wouldn’t hurt me, see?”

You stared at his hand for a moment, wanting more than anything to touch it. You held up your hand as well, reaching towards Peter’s before drawing back.

“All it takes is one time, Peter.” You looked at him fearfully. “I’m a walking hazard. I just want to minimize the casualties.”

“I’d risk it.” He pleaded as his fingers twitched, aching to touch you. You looked at his hand again before dropping yours to your side.

“I wouldn’t.”

~

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[noctumbra]

peaches: vi ─ two

summary ─ her voice was low and soft; she was talking to bucky like she would speak with a wild animal. she was expecting him to be mad at her, bucky realized. bucky wanted to laugh at her face while crying.

pairing ─ dadsbestfriend!bucky barnes x reader

warnings ─ mentions of depression, crying, angst, jealousy, smut, +18, wall sex , what comes around goes around aka karma bitch

a/n ─ don’t be mad at me for the ending :))))) i’m just here to post this part, and i’ll be gone again. you guys have waited enough. i finished it just now and didn’t want to make you wait even more. please leave a feedback! thank you <3 i don’t own the gif. (ps: bucky now looks exactly like seb does in the gif)

series masterlist ─ part one

It had been… Bucky didn’t know how long, he stopped counting a while ago. He had been living in his bed for a while. The last time he left home was… the night he got his heart broken cruelly. He haven’t left his house ever since; he was getting the groceries delivered once in a week ─on Wednesdays─, forcing himself to eat at least half a sandwich or a bowl of oatmeal, also forcing himself to take care of his hygiene once in three days.

If he stopped doing even one of them, he knew he would crash very badly. Bucky was trying not to crash. His latest crush had been bad, and he really didn’t want to repeat that.  

Bucky sighed as he closed his laptop. He had to go to the company for a meeting that couldn’t be done on Skype, but his delivery was about to come. He stood from his home-office desk and went to his bedroom. He could get ready while waiting the delivery, right?

“Gotta shave first, though,” Bucky murmured to himself as he saw his reflection on the mirror. His hair was longer, fluffier and somewhat curly. He now had a full-grown beard going on; it was dark brown and thick and looked unkempt. He ignored the very dark circles under his eyes. He ran his fingers through the beard. It looked unkempt, yes, but it wasn’t so bad, Bucky thought as his eyes assessed the situation. He could fix the fuzzy look and then have a proper haircut on his way to company.

Yeah, that would make him look decent.

Bucky nodded to himself and threw himself in the shower to wash away the day’s sweat. In ten minutes he was out, with a scissors in his hand, he was fixing his beard. It only took him three minutes and his beard already looked better than it did five minutes ago. Bucky dried his hair and brushed his teeth, finishing up the bathroom. As he stepped back into his bedroom, he heard the doorbell ring. He swore lightly and grabbed his sweatpants that he threw on his bed hastily.

“Coming!” Bucky yelled while trying to find his wallet. Letting out a small sound of triumph, Bucky ran towards the door. “There you go─” He lifted his head as he extended his cash filled hand.

But it wasn’t the delivery guy.

“Hello,” she murmured. Bucky looked at her, frozen. “I, um, wanted to check up on you because, uh, we haven’t heard from you for a while and… Papa got worried because he said that you looked upset while you were leaving, so, um.” She stopped talking.Bucky didn’t say anything but blinked. A part of him couldn’t believe that she was here, worried about him, but the other part of him was suspicious because it wasn’t her, Sam was the real worried one. Bucky knew that she didn’t care about him enough to worry just because she didn’t see him for a month.

“Dad said to leave you alone, said that if you wanted to see or talk to people, you would, but Papa didn’t buy it,” she continued. Her voice was low and soft; she was talking to Bucky like she would speak with a wild animal. She was expecting him to be mad at her, Bucky realized. Bucky wanted to laugh at her face while crying.

“So?” Bucky finally spoke, his voice was cold. “You’ve seen me, checked up on me. You can go back.” He made a move to close the door, but she stopped him before he could close it fully.

“Bucky─”

“I can’t,” Bucky said. “I gotta be at the company in two hours.” He tried to close the door again, but she wasn’t letting him fucking close it. “Step back,” Bucky snarled.

“I wanna talk,” she said, looking at his eyes. Bucky clenched his jaw.

“There isn’t anything to talk, now step back,” Bucky murmured through his clenched teeth. She wasn’t giving up, though, Bucky realized. “Y/N.” He warned.

“No, I wanna talk. Quit being stubborn,” she hissed at him, and Bucky ─ just snapped. With a growl, Bucky opened the door and pulled her inside. Her back slammed against the wall even before the door was closed.

“Stubborn?” He hissed. His face was so close to hers, the tips of their noses were brushing against each other. “I said I don’t want to talk, and you’re calling me stubborn? You got a fucking nerve, kid,” Bucky continued to hiss at her angrily. He was so angry, so sad, he just couldn’t help himself. “You’re tellin’ me that I don’t worth your time, that I’m not good enough for you─” Bucky felt himself choke on the words, but swallowing harshly, he continued.

“I ain’t stubborn, Y/N. I’m just heartbroken. I’m just ─ hurt,” Bucky finished with a snarl and pulled himself off of her. “When I said I don’t want to talk, I said it because I don’t want to be reminded of my heartbreak. I don’t want to recall that time again so that I can be sad after you leave. I’ve been hurt enough in this lifetime, I don’t want to be hurt anymore. Enough.” Bucky’s voice cracked as his eyes filled with tears slowly, he hated how his eyes got teary whenever he was angry. His chest was moving up and down with the adrenaline that was running through his bloodstream. She wasn’t so different: Her eyes were huge, lips parted, and she was panting. Bucky saw tears in his eyes and barely held his scoff back. Bucky turned around and opened the door. “Leave.” She stood on shaky legs and took a couple steps forward.

What Bucky didn’t expect was for her to slam the door shut and wrap her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. 

Bucky let out a shocked little noise and tried to push her away, but he missed this so much. He missed her so much. It was maybe a bit masochist of him, but he wanted this. He wanted her back, wanted her beautiful presence and gorgeous body in his life back.

Fuck the heartbreak, Bucky thought, and he pushed her against the wall again, a growl escaping from his half-parted lips.

Caging her body between his and the wall, Bucky placed his left hand on her jaw. His right hand sneaked into her hair, grabbing a fistful, as he deepened the kiss. He was swallowing every single little moan, or whimper she was letting out.

It was only him who could hear those delicious sounds.

It was only him who could draw out those moans out of her.

It was only him who could treat her right, Bucky knew it goddammit, she was his.

Snarling possessively, both of his hands moved south on her body. Bucky grabbed her thighs in his palms so that he could hike her body higher. She let out a little gasp when Bucky lifted her easily and helped her wrap her legs around his waist. Her hands grabbed his hair and pulled painfully when she felt his mouth latch on the exposed skin of her neck. Bucky groaned at the delicious sting on his skull.

“Bucky, oh!” She moaned, “Please!” Bucky chuckled against the soft skin beneath his lips. Her body was trying to move, grind, between his and the wall. Bucky tsked teasingly.

“You don’t deserve my kindness, Y/N,” Bucky murmured. His eyes were closed. His left hand that was on her jaw was now around her throat, loose. Bucky felt his fingers twitched with the almost unstoppable want of curling around that throat and maybe squeezing just a little. Growling under his breath, Bucky sniffed, filling his lungs with her soft, peach scent. The tears stung in his eyes: He missed smelling peaches on you so much.

“Bucky?” Her voice called out to him softly, worry hiding in that soft tone. “Are you okay?” Bucky knew that if he tried to speak, he’d probably just let out a sob, so he just nodded. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m so fucking sorry for hurting you like this. I’m sorry.” Bucky shook her head.

“Shut up,” he grunted, and his lips were onto her again.

She whimpered into his kiss. Her hands were now on both sides of his face rather than pulling his hair. She was holding his face so gently, Bucky’s sobs started to threaten him to let out even more. Bucky ignored them. He tilted his head and let his lips stroke her swollen and slick ones. Her tongue traced an innocent line over his bottom lip, and Bucky groaned gently.

“I need you,” she whispered against his lips. Her hands were trailing south slowly. Her fingertips were dancing on his naked torso, sending hot lick of arousal down Bucky’s spine. “I missed you. Bucky─ Sir, I need you,” she sobbed. “Please…”

Bucky clenched his jaw. “You do not deserve my kindness, Y/N,” Bucky repeated his words, his head hanging low. He should have pulled back and told to go home, but instead of doing that, Bucky let his fingertips graze over her clothed core. He needed her, too. He needed to feel her skin against his.

Taking a hold of her sweatpants, Bucky lowered and let go of her enough to pull them off. Then, she was up against the wall again with Bucky’s sweatpants pooling around his ankles. “He’s not me. He can never be me, you understand, Y/N?” Bucky asked, his voice was cold and demanding. She whimpered.

“Yes, Sir,” she murmured. Her eyes were black, tears were dry on her cheeks, lips were swollen and her hair was a mess. She looked so good and all Bucky’s. Bucky couldn’t help but moan at his own thoughts, and he grabbed her jaw to tilt her head back. He wanted eye contact.

“If you do this to me again, Y/N, I’ll lose it,” he whispered, “You hear me? I’ll fucking lose it. You’re mine, peaches.”

She whimpered, hips grinding against his slowly. “Will always be yours, sir, Bucky. Yes, I hear you, sir.” Bucky smiled darkly, satisfied with the answer he got. His free hand slipped under her t-shirt, his fingers stroking the line of her breast. She came here prepared, he thought. Rumbling deep in his chest, his hand closed over the swell of her breast and he squeezed. She moaned, head tilting back even more. Bucky nosed the line of her jaw and took a deep breath.

Bucky pushed his hips forward and helped her grind right on his cock. Moaning, Bucky pinched her nipple. “The sounds you make…” He murmured. “Mmm.”

“Sir─” She choked over her own moan when the tip of his cock brushed against her clit. Bucky grunted and ground her harder on his cock. It felt too good to feel her juices coating him in the filthiest way possible. It felt too good to have her under him back.

“Fuck,” Bucky moaned and let go of her breast to grab his cock. He squeezed the base for couple seconds before he lined up. “No one will make you feel things that I can, Y/N,” he said, voice hard as steel and cold as ice. “You can’t find me in different men.”

She just whined. The words were failing her ever since she stepped inside, so she just whined and continued to grind. Bucky smirked and lined his cock. With one thrust, he was inside of her scorching heat. Her soft walls were clenching down on him, and Bucky thought he could come any second.

“Oh, fuuck─” Bucky choked on his moan. Resting his head on her shoulder, Bucky put his now free hand on the wall. His hips started to thrust: Slow at first, but the pace got faster as his desperation increased. His cock hitting her sweet spot with every single thrust, she cried out. Her nails were digging in and creating angry lines on Bucky’s back, but the physical pain was spurring Bucky faster.

His thrusts got deeper, harder and faster, and soon enough she was crying and screaming with pleasure. “Fuck, sir! Yes, right there, yes please, please!” She whined, sobbed and choked on her moans. Bucky was going delirious with the sounds she was letting out. He growled and brought his hand to grab her breast through her t-shirt.

“God,” he grunted. “Shit, peaches, so fucking good. So tight, wet. You hear that sounds? It’s your slick, baby,” Bucky moaned this time. “You’re so fucking wet, you’re drenching my thighs, honey, fuck.”

She molded her body against his and started to respond his thrusts with her own. Bucky snarled and pulled her off from the wall and shed her from her t-shirt. Now with the easy access to her breasts, Bucky plastered her back against the wall and leaned forward. Bucky took one of her nipples in his mouth and sucked harshly.

“Ah!” She exclaimed with the sudden extra sensation. Her hands found Bucky’s hair and pulled. Bucky just grunted, hips driving even deeper now, he continued to suck on her nipple. Sometimes his teeth would graze the areola, bite down softly, Bucky made her lose it.

She screamed, back arching and pushing her chest to his mouth even more, she clamped down around him and came. Bucky groaned with the tightness around his cock. He forgot how tight her pussy got whenever she came. Bucky felt his balls tighten, too, his stomach was cramping softly. He was close, oh, he was so close.

“Fuck, fuck, ah!” With one last thrust, Bucky came inside of her.

He didn’t know how long they stood like that against the wall, but Bucky blinked and pulled out slowly. He still needed to go to the company. Delivery guy would be here any minute, too, he thought, and pulled on his sweatpants.

Bucky watched her collect herself. She put her panties and sweatpants on and grabbed the t-shirt that Bucky discarded on the floor. When she lifted her head, she got a hopeful look in her eyes. Bucky frowned slightly.

“Bucky…” She started, her lips curled up with a soft smile.

“I don’t forgive you,” he cut her off. “I don’t know when will I do that, or ever to be honest.” Her face fell and she suddenly got angry.

“You─ used me? If you didn’t forgive me, then why did you fuck me, huh?” Bucky looked at her with his eyebrows raised and an amused smirk on his lips. “I can’t fucking believe you!” She hissed at him. Bucky let out a dark laugh.

“This,” Bucky said. “This is how I felt when you said those things to me in your kitchen. That’s what you did to me. You used me and discarded me like I’m trash, Y/N. That’s exactly how I felt that night.” She looked like she had been slapped, and Bucky enjoyed that look a little too much. She needed to understand how she made him feel that night. She had to. “Now you know,” Bucky finished his words and opened the door. “I’ll call your parents and let them know I’m still alive. Thank you for coming by.”

She looked at him like she wanted to say something, but the look on his face made her decide against it. She put her hair into a bun and walked out. “I’m sorry,” she murmured before Bucky closed the door on her face.

I deserved it, she thought. It does hurt like motherfucker. She chuckled to herself bitterly and went back to her house.

She needed to earn his forgiveness, she knew that much, and she was going to do right by him. Whatever it takes, she was going to do it.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagines #dadsbestfriend!bucky #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fanfiction #dadsbestfriend!bucky barnes x reader #peaches

[indulge-that-sin]

A Social Experience

Characters: GN!MC, Leviathan, Asmodeus, Mammon

Wordcount: 1700

Tags: Fluff, Domestic, Bonding Activities, Humor

(No spoilers for latter lessons, but takes place fairly late in the game.)

***

"--a gross, shut-in otaku like me!" Levi finished, on the all too familiar note.

Usually by this point you would already be launching into reassurances that he certainly wasn't gross, and shouldn't talk about himself like that, but this time there was nothing but a silence that bounced off the walls, damning and louder than any words.

You reached into your bag of chips, removed a single potato chip, and ate it as you tilted your head in thought. Levi took your silence like a slap in the face, and recoiled, his face already wavering. The sound of your chewing was distressingly loud in contrast.

You finished chewing and swallowed. "I mean, is that even true anymore?" you asked after a nerve-wracking length of time.

Levi's expression twisted more into confusion than hurt. "Huh?!" 

"Don't you kind of lose your hikikomori credentials if you become popular and people start coming to spend time with you all the time?"

"That's not-- I'm not-- You don't count!" Levi sputtered.

"Oh, I don't count, huh," you repeated, putting a hand to your chest and dramatically feigning heartbreak.

Levi looked abashed now. "Th-that's not what I meant," he rushed to add.

"I know what you meant," you said. "Give it an hour."

Now Levi tilted fully into confusion.

"Give what an hour?"

"My point to be made," you said, and placed your D.D.D. onto the lip of the bathtub, out of your own reach. It was also clearly visible to Levi as you both sat on beanbags in front of his TV, next to the bath tub. "An hour," you repeated in a portentous video game narrator voice.

Levi scowled and picked up his controller again, turning back to his game. But his reactions were off, now. His character moved jerkily around the screen, doubling back and taking wrong turns on the 8-bit map as Levi's mood roiled with the strangeness of the conversation.

You continued eating your chips slowly, savoring the taste of the limited edition novelty flavor that Levi had generously acquired for you. He'd tried to pass it as a coincidence, but he didn't really know anyone else who unironically enjoyed the taste of cream and devilradish chips.

Not even half an hour passed before there was a knock on the door. Levi asked for the password on reflex. Surprisingly, from the other side of the door came a sigh, and then Asmo's melodious voice reciting the string of nerd trivia that Levi had set as a password for him ever since they became unlikely allies for the Bloody Moon competition.

"Come in, I guess," Levi replied, giving you a long look. Your D.D.D. was still on the edge of the bathtub, untouched as you sat there elbow-deep in greasy chips. You couldn't have called anyone over. And yet, was this what you expected to happen?

"Give it forty more minutes now," you said low.

Asmo fluttered into the room, like a passing breeze bringing in the smell of perfume. 

"Oh, there you are, darling, I was wondering where you were," he said, face lit up as he saw you.

He sat uninvited next to you in the beanbag, and you scooted over to make space for him. Levi would have complained, except moving to make room for Asmo meant you shuffled closer to Levi instead, so he ended up biting his tongue.

"What do you want?" Levi grit out.

"Must I want something?" Asmo asked, "Is it not enough that I give my adorable brother the opportunity to entertain me?"

"He's bored," you translated.

"I'm soooo bored," Asmo whined, his shoulders rolling in a full-body sigh. But he perked up as he leaned forward to look at both you and Levi. "But what about all this? Mind if I join the fun~?"

"Let's find a game Asmo can play," you suggested. 

"If you'd like," Asmo acquiesced with a shrug, indicating he'd had some other kind of fun in mind.

Levi gave you another sidelong glance, full of suspicion, but his head was out of the game he was playing anyway, so he exited and pulled up his game library instead. Deciding which game to choose was the trickier part, because Asmo had terrible reflexes, and an attention span worse than Mammon's when it came to playing anything. This ruled out anything requiring twitch reflexes or understanding complicated rules. 

Asmo, meanwhile, scrunched his nose at your chips.

"All that grease and salt is going to be awful for your complexion, darling," he said, clearly disapproving.

"I'm not rubbing it on my face," you said, and defiantly sucked crumbs off your thumb. Levi nearly choked at the sound, which was borderline obscene. The little sound Asmo made in response did nothing to contradict this impression. Levi managed to swallow back the wave of envy before it came undammed by concentrating on the list of games on the screen. He still had to make a selection.

A farming sim seemed like a safe enough choice; something bright and frivolous. Just like Asmo.

Levi passed the controller as the title screen came up, and Asmo, to his credit, managed to choose the 'New Game' option without messing anything up. Yet. When the screen went dark as the game loaded, Asmo couldn't resist looking at his reflection and primping his hair a bit. Levi did resist snorting and rolling his eyes, but it was a close thing.

The character creation screen popped up with its myriad of options, and Asmo gasped in delight.

"Oh! This is a good start! Much better than getting shoved into some ugly gray metal suit at the beginning," Asmo remarked cheerfully. He cycled through the hair and clothing options with the speed and deftness of a veteran player. 

"Hey, beginner armor in RPGs can be colorful too," Levi protested.

"But not fashionable, apparently," Asmo sniffed.

Asmo had only just barely settled on a hairstyle and color combination he thought was adequately cute, and was scrunching his nose at the shirt options, when another knock came at the door.

"Come in," you called out, before Levi could demand a password.

Mammon's head popped through the door, and he pulled a face when he saw you there, just like he always did when you were in somebody else's company and not his.

"Eh? What're you doing here?" Mammon asked, closing the door behind him and sidling up to the three of you. 

He craned his neck and squinted at the screen, like he was verifying that whatever you were doing, it passed his requirements for propriety. Between knowing the kinds of games Levi had in his collection, and seeing Asmo there, maybe he was not completely unjustified in some suspicion, but it still made you want to roll your eyes.

"We're watching Asmo create his character," you explained.

Mammon guffawed. "Betcha been watching him do that for a while!"

"Fifteen minutes, more or less," you said. "But to be fair, Levi takes way longer to create characters."

"It's an important step!" Levi sputtered.

"Especially with the quality of the options," Asmo added. "Look at this. A purple T-shirt with a pink butt on it?"

"That's a peach!" Levi protested, his face turning red.

"I know what a butt looks like, Levi," Asmo replied tartly.

"Wait, wait, Asmo, that black one with the gold design ain't half bad! Go back an' pick that one." 

"That gaudy thing! Absolutely not!"

"Mammon, why are you even here?" Levi asked, now completely exasperated with his brothers.

"I was just seein' if we were still on for Devil Kart against those Purgatory Hall guys. We need ta win back our honor, ya know."

"Do we?" Levi asked suspiciously, "or are you running a betting pool again?"

Mammon made a good show of appearing indignant at the very suggestion, but he'd hit you up earlier today about whether you'd be willing to take a dive in the second half of Candy Mountain in exchange for a lump grimm sum, so you knew too much about the subject to defend Mammon without exposing him.

"Can't I be showin' an interest without ya gettin' all suspicious a' me? What makes me so weird, huh? Asmo here doesn't even play games, and I don't see ya hasslin' him!"

"I do too play games," Asmo protested.

"Really? 'Cause only thing I ever saw you play was that stupid matching thing with the gems, and I ain't seen much of even that lately."

You knew which game Mammon meant, because it was the only game app you'd ever seen on Asmo's phone. You'd watch him play in moments of boredom, swiping his screen with a completely blank look of concentration as he matched the colors of the gems in rows and columns, and they burst into sparkles. 

"Ugh, of course you haven't seen me play, I finished it. I have to wait until they add new levels."

"Didn't that game have like ten thousand levels already?" you asked. "You mean you passed all of them?"

"Eleven thousand and sixty five," Asmo corrected primly. "And yes, I did them all. I have to wait until they add more now. I asked."

The room fell into shocked silence at this. Even Levi looked mildly dyspeptic at the thought of completing eleven thousand levels of a match-3 game. You'd played it yourself for a while, and past the two hundredth level, the number of complicated mechanics the game introduced had completely broken you.

"Anyway," Mammon said after a few more beats of silence. He gestured to the screen, where Asmo was flicking between two shirt options. "This thing got co-op or somethin'?"

You finished your chips, and folded away the empty bag. When you picked up your D.D.D., fifty five minutes had passed.

"Still five minutes left," you muttered to Levi while Asmo and Mammon bickered over the choice of pants. "Wanna play the long odds and see if the twins show up too?"

"Okay, okay, you've made your point," Levi grumbled. "I let way too many people waltz in here. I'll have to tighten security."

But Levi's heart wasn't really in it, and when he turned to watch Mammon try to swipe Asmo's controller while the latter loudly protested, there was almost a smile threatening to spread over Levi's face.

#obey me shall we date #obey me fanfic #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me asmodeus #obey me mammon

[keullaesigbeogeo]

Heat- Park Jisung

Type: Smut & Fluff

Word Count: 1.4k +

Summary: Jisung is a wolf who can turn into a human and is you mate. What happens when you, who he believes is human, goes into heat?

You laughed as Jisung picked you up, swinging you in the air. Up and down, up and down.

“Jisung!” You squealed as he spun faster and faster, everything now becoming a blur to you. “I’m going to throw up!” Although you felt like it, you doubted the fact that you would.

He just laughed before placing you down, watching your clumsy body try to stand up straight before plopping down. You clutched your stomach. “Give me a minute…” You groaned, laying down on the floor. You counted about three minutes before he laid down beside hugging you. He stuffed his face in your shoulder, snuggling into your warmth.

“Aish… your so warm…” His voice came out muffled due to your shoulder, but you were able to hear him perfectly. He started wiggling his body, his ears and tail popping out. You hugged him back, loving the way his tail swished around.

Jisung got up, moving away before shaking his head and body. He cracked his neck and knuckles before transforming, slowly turning into a wolf. You quickly got up, moving towards him and petting him.

“You’re so soft…” You whispered while rubbing your face on his fur, feeling the soft texture of his coat. He barked before jumping on top of you, licking all over your face.

You giggled before squeezing out of his hold, running away. He chased your through the woods, occasionally nipping at your heels before running past you and into your house. You followed him in, out of breath.

“Now that’s a good way to lose weight, isn’t it?” You breathed, not being able to speak.

“Yeah, it is.” You turned around towards his voice, meeting his eyes. They were glazed over, as if he was thinking about something. You walked up towards him, pulling him onto the couch and staring at him, waiting for him to say something.

“Do you have something to say?” Your tone was questioning, wanting to know what he was thinking about.

He hesitated, blinking quickly. “Tonight is a full moon.” He paused there, not speaking.

“And? Why are you so worried?” You didn’t know much about werewolves, but you knew that during the full moon, they get extra protective over their mates.

“It’s also the time where unmated females go through heat.” You looked at him confused.

“How does that affect you? Your male… ” You asked him, scrunching up your eyebrows.

“I’m your mate, right?” You nodded your head in agreement. “Well, since I’m your mate and we haven’t mated yet, I might get attracted by other females smells.” You started to get a little angry. Some bitch is about to die.

You dead-stared at him. “You’re joking, right?” He shook his head. You pouted before climbing onto him, holding tightly. “Then I won’t let go.” Your arms wrapped around his neck, holding onto him.

He chuckled before getting up, holding you up under your butt. “Okay then.” He walked towards the kitchen. “Now what does my princess want to eat?” You pointed towards the fridge, grabbing a yogurt and a spoon. He stood there are you ate is slowly, savoring the taste. You moaned in pleasure. “You really love peach yogurt, don’t you?”

“Yup, it’s my life and soul.” You licked the spoon clean before tossing the cup in the trash, the spoon finding its way to the sink. “I’m done.” You went back to your comfortable position of hugging him before pulling away, staring at him. “Aren’t you going to get something to eat?” He shook his head, walking towards your bedroom.

“It’s best if I don’t. I’ll be able to eat food instead of smelling other girl’s heat.” He bent forward, opening the door before lightly setting you on the bed. “Is it okay if I take a shower first?” He picked up his towel, heading towards the bathroom.

“Yeah, that’s fine.” He nodded his head before walking inside and closing the door.

You watched his figure disappear into the bathroom before laying down on the bed, starting to feel hot. Your eyes closed halfway before opening up again, burning. You started to feel cramps make their way into your stomach, making your whole body start to ache. You moved around, pulling at your shirt and shorts.

“J- Jisung…” You whisper yelled as you tried to take your shirt off, not liking the feeling of the heat that was starting to emit off of you. Your clothes were starting to stick to your body, feeling wet.

You screamed as a wave of pain and heat came over you, echoing through the house, making you curl up. You heard the water stop before Jisung popped his head through the doorway, his clothes hastily put on.

“Hey, are you-” He cut himself off, sniffing the air. He looked up, his nose in the air and continued to smell. He moved towards you before holding onto you.

You moaned out loud, pulling his closer. “Jisungie…” You wrapped your body around his, liking the way it numbed the pain. He tried to get up, but you were holding him down tightly.

“Hey…” He tried to call you,  it you wee too focused on getting rid of the pain. “Hey!” He yelled a little louder this time, shaking you body. “What’s wrong?”

You opened your mouth, gulping in some air before the pain started to fade at the places he touched. You were about to reply to hi, before you whole body started suddenly burning, making your chest start to squeeze. You shrieked, grabbing onto Jisung and pushing yourself into him, not liking the feeling the burns were starting to give you.

“Jisung… help me, please?” You barely managed to make out before you started trying to pull you shirt off, his hands immediately rising to stop you. He stared at you for sometimes before speaking.

“Why is this happening?” He moved his hands up towards you forehead, watching as you succumbed to his touch.

You looked down sheepishly before whispering, “I’m part wolf and human too.” His eyebrows furrowed as he looked at you. “I know it’s weird, im just like any other werewolf, but I just can’t shift.” You kept quiet after you finished, wanting to see what he would say.

He didn’t say anything but sat on the bed staring at his hands. You were about to reach out towards him before your eyes widened as you fell on the bed, thrashing and rolling at the fire that was starting to ignite inside of you.

“Please help me!” You screamed one more time. Jisung didn’t hesitate to jump on top of you, taking in all of you scent. He groaned out loud, staring at you. You noticed his little friend down there starting to rise, so you slowly placed your left hand near his cock, squeezing it.

He moaned almost falling on top of you. “I- I won’t be able to control m-myself…” He didn’t say anything else as you pulled his head towards yours, kissing him passionately.

Your hands made their way to his hair, pulling him closer as he laid on top of you, making sure to kiss you senseless. He locked your lip softly, before stuffing all of his tongue in you mouth, making both of you muscles start to play.

You could feel him smile into the kiss before he pulled out one of his claws, slowly dragging it down your body, ripping into your clothes, making them fall off. He got up, straddling you as he smirked at you naked body before bending down and placing his lips on you neck. You made erotic noises as he sucked on your skin, leaving a little trophy behind.

His right hand slowly started to move lower and lower before entering you. You cried at the foreign object before realizing that it was his fingers. You let out breathy moans as his fingers pushed in and out of you, scissoring you. You started to clench around him, butterflies forming in your stomach. The butterflies started to multiply, making you grab onto the bed sheets.

“Not yet.” He pulled his fingers out, staring at you as he sucked on them. His cock was starting to get more and more prominent, giving you the courage to speak.

“Why don’t I help you with you pe little friend down there?” You pointed towards what was capturing your attention. He looked down before meeting you gaze, grinning. He moved closer towards you, throwing his shirt off.

“Tomorrow, you aren’t going to be able to walk, mark my words.”

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[ask-rp-devra]

The slow pace was pleasant, despite the snow the sun shone brightly, and the pair was able to enjoy taking in the routes sights and sounds, plenty of Pokemon near by, you could see their tracks in the snow, the odd traveller moving from the station too. As Devra moved to the tree, Peach followed, standing out of her shot, looking up at the trees immense size and fresh colour.

“‘it’s really beautiful here...” her eyes squinted up further into the tree, something beyond the lower branches moving, then suddenly flying at speed from the tree. A moment later and snow hit the Professor square in the face, going down the back of her coat, getting an ungodly screech from her as she jumped about very suddenly to get the snow out, her poor Pokemon holding on for dear life.

Devra jumped at the sound, clutching her camera to her chest to keep from dropping it. She turned around to see the woman in distress. She rushed over and started to help shake the snow out of her coat. “Can you warm things up please Valka?” She finished getting the snow out and then started patting Peach’s back to try and warm her up.

The woman was already having a wailord of a time, the snow being so horribly cold, she was great full when Val fanned her tail out, increasing the ambient temperature around them all by easily 15 degrees, trying not to melt too much of the snow around them while heating up her trainer. Peach huffed, laughed a bit, and tanked everyone, hacking her bag to see if Dreepy was ok. He had been shocked yes but seemed fine once the situation had been explained, returning to the bag, his little face sticking out to watch everything going on.

“ok, ok. I think I’ll survive, got to remember not to stand under trees so much here hah.” She grinned in her weird lopsided way at Devra and thanked her, a little damp but otherwise fine now Val was doing her heat thing. “hope you got the shot you wanted, sorry to startle you all.” She even looked to Cole who had stopped what he was doing to investigate.

The little pup was sniffing at Peach’s feet, her behavior making him very curious. “Don’t worry I got it. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had snow fall on me while taking pictures during the winter. But yeah, maybe avoid that.” She laughed with the Professor as they continued down the road. “Must have woken you up real food though.”

“‘I don’t think I’ve ever been this awake in my life, and I don’t know how to feel about it.” A bit of a joke, as the pair wandered towards the town, the tops of roofs starting to show up in the distance, and the smell of chimney smoke giving them both a sense of the warmth to come.

She took a deep breath of the cold and crisp air. “First thing I’m doing is getting some coffee. I might like the snow but I like it with hot drinks even more.” She glanced around, noticing a small open area tucked to the side of the trail. “Hey! Why don’t we let Aliza see the snow there?”

Spotting the same opening the woman nodded, honestly focused on the mention of a hot coffee, but the untouched snow begged for prints to be added to it.

“you know she’ll be all legs, excited, trying to jump things, running about madly. Yes. Let’s let her loose.” It’d be cute, a pokemons first snow is always a special little moment. The pack moved to the opening, peach sitting to one side, Val and her scraping snow off of a fallen tree, sitting neatly together, while the little Dreepy came out to see what was going on.

“‘get your camera ready for it, you know it’ll be cute.”

Devra was already ahead of her, getting her camera set for the bright light of the snowy area. She then took out a pokeball and released Aliza, camera ready for anything. The young ponyta shook herself after being in her ball for so long, then looked around her her person. She snorted in confusion when she noticed all of the white around her, ears flicking about. “Look Ali! It’s snow!” Devra snapped a couple pictures before kneeling down to show her it was okay to touch. Coal even came over and showed her you could leave prints in the snow. Aliza slowly lowered her head, sniffing at the snow. But before Devra could warm her the ponyta let out a loud sneeze as some loose snow got into her nose. She reared back and snorted, shaking her head before she started running laps with little bucks and kicks.

Yep. Disgustingly sweet. Dreepy looked to the little hybrid ponyta with fondness and familiarity, but while she bolted about in excitement, kept his distance. Peach noticed this little moment, petting him every so slightly as he sat on her lap with its little arms folded. “‘don’t worry bud, she’ll come over when she’s ready, she’s never seen the snow before, I bet you were excited your first time too.” He made a weird chirping sound before continuing to watch quite patiently. Devra was busy snapping pics and playing, Coal too, everyone seemed content for the moment, it was very quaint.

“‘I don’t think anyone would mind us travelling with the whole group out of their pokeballs, they’re not exactly a difficult bunch of Pokemon. You should keep her with you, she’s obviously enjoying it a lot.” A laugh escaped her as coal and Aliza collided with a skid and sudden stop, not bothered by the slippery terrain, or the tumble taken, back up in no time.

“I think I will. She’s having so much fun I don’t want to stop her.” She finished taking her massive amounts of pictures, going over to join peach on the log. Aliza kept going for another ten minutes before she came skidding to a halt, snorting from all the running she’d done. She then trotted over to Devra for attention, leaning into her for the pets she so desperately wanted. As the ponyta stood there she noticed the little dreepy, abd stretched her nose out to give him a sniff.

Dreepy hid, just for a brief moment, before slowly peeking out, touching noses with the pokemon, to get to know her smell. He seemed happy after a moment where they got to interact, Aliza reminded him of the other ponyta he had gotten to know, though not quite, and he couldn’t quite put his little mitts on why.

“I must admit, I’m worried about this Dragon type with all this snow around. I’ve seen nothing but ice types since we got here, hopefully he stays out of too much trouble, maybe the ghost in him will balance it out a bit.” Peach was unfamiliar with both dragons and ghosts, having had very few in her lifetime, mostly dual type grass or bug, making them much easier to work with, this Pokemon actually did unnerve her a little, she couldn’t help but worry about him constantly in the back of her mind.

“‘fire types are so straight forward in comparison hah!” The cluster of Pokemon around them all fell into the fire category, bar the little dragon, and you could tell, their ambient heat was slowly melting the snow where they sat, puddles forming around their feet over time.

“I’m sure he’ll be okay. Just got to keep him out of any fights for the time being.” She stood up after a minute to stretch. “Should we get going then? It looks like the little girl got her energy out for the time being.” Aliza snorted and gave Devra a little headbutt, making her giggle.

“sounds like a plan.” And so the group stood, brushed any snow off, and began their trek to the village close by, all Pokemon actually quite happy to walk together, aside from Val who took her watch post on Peach’s shoulder as per usual. It was however nice to see that little Dreepy being part of something now Aliza was out and about. He seemed a bit more confident for it.

“Hot coffee sounds amazing right about now, you really hit the nail on the head with that earlier.”

Aliza stuck close to Devra at they went, wanting to be close to the human that smelled like home. Coal on the other hand kept bounding ahead, keeping the group in eyesight. “So what area do you think we should go to first?”

[btsqualityy]

Assuage: Chapter 5

Yoongi x Reader

Genre: ABO (Alpha/Beta/Omega) dynamics, angst, fluff, smut, enemies to lovers

Warnings: A snake attack (nothing too, too descriptive though), an injured child

Author’s Note: This part is relatively shorter than the last few BUT it’s all for reasons and chapter 6 will be extra long to make up for it! Hope you guys enjoy it!

Once Yoongi allowed himself to become comfortable within the pack, it scared him just how easy it was for him to assimilate and truly feel comfortable there. 

Working at the hardware shop with Kibum was going great, and Yoongi had even managed to design and create his own furniture to fill his cabin up with. Yoongi had also started to slowly open up to the other members of the pack, spending more time with both Hobi and Jungkook especially since they were fellow Alphas. Taehyung was undeniably his closest friend though, and if Yoongi was being honest, he came to be extremely grateful for how the Beta had taken him under his wing and convinced him to stay. 

As for you, Yoongi honestly didn’t see you around much. Per Taehyung’s explanation, you were often busy as Pack Physician and never really had much free time. Although Yoongi didn’t miss arguing with you, he had to admit that he had gotten used to you always being around so the absence of your presence was noted. He didn’t admit that to Taehyung though, especially after Taehyung had teased him and asked “Why do you care where my sister is, hyung?”

One particular day, Yoongi was hanging out in his cabin, attempting to figure out what was the best way to arrange the living room area when there was a knock on his door. Walking over to it and pulling it open, he was surprised to see Hobi and Jungkook standing on the steps. 

“Hey hyung,” Hobi smiled. 

“Hi hyung,” Jungkook echoed. 

“Hey, what are you two doing here?” Yoongi wondered as he leaned against the door. 

“We came to ask you if you wanted to come hunting with us,” Jungkook said excitedly.

“If you aren’t busy,” Hobi added. 

“I’m free,” Yoongi nodded. “I don’t have a shift at the hardware shop today.”

“Well, let’s go,” Jungkook smiled. After quickly changing into some looser clothes, Yoongi locked up his cabin before following behind Hobi and Jungkook as they led the way into the forest that surrounded the pack’s territory. 

However, as soon as they made it deep enough into the forest where they couldn’t see the cluster of cabins and buildings anymore, all three of them froze in their places.

“You smell that?” Jungkook murmured. 

“It’s snakes,” Hobi answered. 

“Yeah, but there’s something else there,” Jungkook shook his head. The three of them continued to stand there, sniffing the air and all of a sudden, the realization hit Yoongi. 

“It’s fear,” he whispered. “Someone’s in trouble.”

“What? Who?” Jungkook tried to say but Yoongi had already ran off, sprinting towards the scent. The closer that he got to the scent, the sound of screaming got louder and louder and his eyes widened when he realized what was happening. 

There was a little boy in a small clearing, terror clear on his face as he laid on the ground. When Yoongi looked down, his breath caught in his throat when he saw a snake wrapped around the boy’s legs.

“Hey hey,” Yoongi spoke up and the boy’s head whipped around to look at him.

“Please, please help me!” The boy pleaded and Yoongi nodded his head.

“I am, but I need you to try and calm down,” Yoongi instructed him softly, slowly moving closer to them. “I know you’re scared, but it’s very important that you listen to me.”

“O-ok,” the boy nodded, willing his body to stay still even though Yoongi could see his limbs still shaking. 

“Holy shit,” Yoongi heard Hobi gasp but he kept moving, creeping in front of the boy so that the snake couldn’t see him. Waiting a few moments in order to make sure that the snake didn’t hear him, he leapt forward, grabbing ahold of the snake’s mouth and pulling it off of the boy’s legs. Yoongi then made quick work of killing the snake, letting it fall from his hands and onto the ground once he was done. 

“Are you ok, little one?” Jungkook asked the boy as he helped him up but the little boy didn’t answer him, instead choosing to run right over to Yoongi and clutch onto his pants leg as he sobbed harshly.

“Hey, it’s ok,” Yoongi whispered softly as he bent down and picked the boy up, settling him on his hip. “You’re alright now.”

“I-I d-d-didn’t mean to,” the boy sobbed and Yoongi just shushed him as he lightly bounced him in his arms. 

“I’m sure you didn’t, and it wasn’t your fault,” Yoongi assured him. “Can you tell me your name, little pup?”

“Ch-Chan,” the boy replied.

“Ok Chan, I’m Yoongi,” Yoongi introduced himself. “I’m gonna take you to the infirmary cabin so that we can get you checked out, ok?”

“Ok,” Chan nodded.

“We’ll go find his parents and let them know,” Hobi offered and Yoongi smiled gratefully before walking off towards the infirmary. 

......................

“Yoongi?” You called as you walked into the examination where Yoongi and Chan had been waiting. “The receptionist told me that you brought a pup in.”

“Yeah. Jungkook, Hobi, and I were out about to hunt and we found this little one with a snake wrapped around his legs,” Yoongi explained, making your eyes widened.

“Are you serious?” You gasped, quickly walking over to the pup and bending down, immediately looking over his legs and checking for injuries. 

“I think I managed to get to him before any real damage could be done, but I thought I’d bring him here so that you could check for sure,” Yoongi said and you nodded your head.

“Good call,” you murmured. “Well, it doesn’t look like the snake was able to bite him so there shouldn’t be any venom in him. It must’ve been super scary though, huh?”

“Really scary,” Chan agreed softly, making you coo at him.

“It’s ok Chan, you’re safe now,” you reminded him, taking ahold of one of his hands and lightly rubbing the inside of his wrist where his scent gland was. Your scent of white peaches and oranges began to fill the air, and Yoongi couldn’t help but to notice how...relaxing it was. It was almost like being in a warm room, while also being soothing at the same time. 

“Mr. Yoongi was like a superhero,” Chan told you as you continued to scent him. 

“Yeah?” You smiled softly as you looked up at Chan. “I guess it was a good thing that Yoongi was there then, huh?”

Just then, the door to the examination room burst open and a man and a woman rushed inside.

“Oh my gosh, Chan,” a woman sighed heavily, sprinting over and scooping Chan up into her arms. 

“Is he ok, Y/N-ah?” The man asked as he turned to face you.

“From the looks of it, yes,” you answered. “I think he’s just more shaken up than anything else.”

“Channie, didn’t we tell you about going out into the forest by yourself?” The woman lightly scolded him and Yoongi could tell by her scent that she was an Alpha. 

“I just wanted to pick some flowers to give to Teacher Jimin,” Chan pouted.

“We know buddy, but you have to tell someone where you’re going,” the man added, his calming scent letting Yoongi know that he was an Omega. “What if Yoongi-ssi, Jungkook-ssi, and Hoseok-ssi hadn’t found you? We wouldn’t have known what happened to you.”

“I’m sorry,” Chan apologized and the woman just sighed before hugging him tighter to her chest.

“Thank you so much for saving our son Yoongi-ssi,” the man said as he turned to look at Yoongi.  “I don’t even wanna think about what might’ve happened if you hadn’t found him.”

“It’s really no problem,” Yoongi shrugged. 

“I’m Kyung and this is my mate and Chan’s mother, Soo Jung,” Kyung told him. 

“Nice to meet you,” Yoongi nodded.

“Well, even though I’m sure he’s fine, I still want to do some tests on him just to make sure,” you interjected, and both Kyung and Soo Jung nodded in agreement. 

“I’ll leave you guys to it,” Yoongi said before looking down at Chan. “You’ll be a little bit more careful from now on, right pup?”

“Right! Chan chirped, making Yoongi smile.

“Good. I’ll see you guys around.”

“Thank you again Yoongi-ssi,” Soo Jung spoke up.

“No need,” Yoongi waved his hand dismissively before turning around and opening the door, stepping out and shutting the door behind him. Just as he made it down the hall and was about to step out of the front door, he heard you calling his name.

“Yoongi!” You called out, rushing down the hall towards him.

“Yeah?” He wondered as he turned to look at you.

“I just wanted to tell you that it was really cool of you to help Chan,” you told him. 

“It wasn’t an issue Y/N,” he chuckled.

“But still, you’re new to the pack and you’re not necessarily bound by the obligation of having to take care of packmates like we are,” you said. 

“Well, I kind of am, since I decided to stay,” Yoongi pointed out. “Besides, he’s just a pup who didn’t know any better.”

“Well let me tell you, this isn’t the first time that Chan has ended up in the infirmary because he’s just too curious for his own good,” you giggled. 

“That probably explains why you were so good at dealing with him, huh?” Yoongi guessed and you shrugged your shoulders.

“It’s a part of my job,” you replied. “Especially living in an area surrounded by woods, you tend to treat a lot of pups for small injuries. I have to say though, the snake thing was a first.”

“I bet,” Yoongi chuckled. An awkward silence fell over the two of you again, the both of you just looking at each other for a few seconds.

“Well, I better get back to Chan,” you said. “Poor Soo Jung is probably going crazy out of her mind by now.”

“Yeah, sure. See you around,” Yoongi said.

“See you,” you nodded before turning around and walking back down the hall. Yoongi then pushed open the door to the infirmary and stepped outside, the lingering scent of white peaches and oranges wrapping around him like a warm hug. 

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[agustdakasuga]

You Never Walk Alone | Chapter 19

Genre: Werewolf!AU, Poly!AU?, Mate!AU, romance, fluff

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: Student!reader, Omega!Seokjin, Alpha!Yoongi, Beta!Hoseok, Alpha!Namjoon, Omega!Jimin, Beta!Taehyung, Alpha!Jungkook

Summary: You live a quiet life in your late grandfather’s cabin in the woods. You go to school just to graduate and get your diploma, not to make friends or stand out from the crowd. That was until one day, you enter your home to see a pack of wolves that need shelter.

The boys just want to spend quality time with you. What better way to do that than to spend the day at the beach and then going for your first ever dinner date together?

After going to that house with the boys’ mother, you felt a lot better. You felt a lot more reassured and you had more will power to be stronger. The boys could see that too and they were glad that their families were able to make you feel better, even if they didn’t know what upset you in the first place.

“Where’s (y/n)?” Namjoon asked Yoongi. The older nodded over to your figure, who was smiling and listening to the gardener explain things about the flowers. 

“She really loves the garden.” Yoongi chuckled. 

“She’s there every free minute she has.” Taehyung smiled fondly as your smile got bigger when the gardener handed you a light purple rose. You held the flower and turned your head to see the boys all staring at you. 

“Hello.” You gave a shy wave. 

“She’s so cute.” Jimin chuckled as the 6 of them waved back at you. Wait, 6 of them? The boys looked forward to see a fairly large, dark grey wolf pad over to you. You felt something touch the back of your thigh and turned around. Smiling, you bent down and stroked Jungkook’s fur, showering him in light kisses as he basked in the affection. 

“JEON JUNGKOOK!” The 6 older wolves scowled at their sly maknae. 

“Isn’t this pretty, Koo?” You held the rose out to him. He sniffed it curiously, letting out a cute sneeze from the excessive pollen. 

“Oops.” You chuckled, stroking his head. The gardener bowed and returned to work while you sat on the stone bench. Jungkook placed his head on your thigh, wanting all your attention. 

“Why are you acting all puppy, Koo?” You smiled. 

*bark*

Looking up, you jumped slightly to see 6 other wolves staring at you, their tails wagging in anticipation. You blinked in confusion as Taehyung suddenly pushed Jungkook’s head off, each paw resting on your thigh as he stood on his hind legs. He barked happily, his tongue hanging out. 

“Yes, Tae?” You giggled as he licked your cheek. Jungkook huffed in annoyance at how his brother easily pushed him away and took all your attention. 

“Shall we go for a walk at the beach?” You asked. 

“Yeah! We can go for a swim!” Jimin jumped up and down. You giggled and they followed you but they stuck so close that you tripped and almost fell but ended up being draped over Namjoon’s body. 

“You guys are tripping me!” You giggled as you pushed yourself up. Yoongi sat by your side, eyes following your hands, as you dug through your luggage. 

“Umm...” You turned back to look at him and he blinked at you, tilting his head cutely. 

“Can I help you with anything?” You asked. He shook his head. 

“Alright then. Get changed.” You ruffled his hair and grabbed some clothes out, going into the bathroom to change. You closed the door before Yoongi could shift back into his human form since you knew he would be totally bare and you were not ready to see that yet. You changed into your swimsuit, pulling your dress over it. 

“Yoongs? Are you changed? Can I open the door?” You knocked on the bathroom door.

“Yeah, yeah.” You heard his nonchalant voice and opened the door. He pulled his black shirt over his head, running a hand through his messy hair. You grabbed your things and went out with him.

“Let’s go!” You took the two vans that the boys drove here in. When the vans stopped, Namjoon opened the door for you to come out. 

“The beach!” Hoseok screamed and all of them, except Yoongi, ran onto the white sand. Yoongi rolled his eyes at his brothers’ behaviours and held your hand, heading to find a nice spot with you. He laid out the mat and sat down, patting the space beside you. 

“Not gonna swim?” You asked. 

“Hate the water.” He grumbled, looking away. It was obvious, he wasn’t a fan of the beach. 

“Aww, Yoongles. I’ll just keep you company then.” You squished both his cheeks in your hands, cooing at him. He scowled and slapped your hands away with the most annoyed look ever. 

“I told you to stop calling me that.” He scoffed. 

“Okay... Yoongo Boongo.” You snickered. Suddenly, you were being hauled off the sand as Yoongi held you in a bridal position. 

“W-Wait! Where are you going?! What are you doing?! Wait! Yoongi!” You screamed as you saw him head closer to the water. Instinctively, your arms wound themselves around his neck. If he was going to throw you into the water, you were taking him down with you. Your 6 other mates who were supposedly supposed to protect you just watched on. 

“You guys are supposed to protect me!” You pointed at them as they all burst out laughing, falling onto the sand. 

“Are you sorry?” Yoongi raised an eyebrow. You looked away, pursing your lips. Yoongi scared you by doing a fake drop, making you scream in fear once again like before. 

“Okay! Okay! I’m sorry!” You shouted, wailing. 

“Give me a kiss.” He gave a smug smile. You rolled your eyes and gave him multiple pecks. Chuckling, Yoongi walked back and set you back down on the mat. You immediately rained slaps on him. 

“So mean!” You grunted. Seeing the other boys all play in the water, you wanted to go swimming too. 

“I’m gonna swim.” You removed your dress. Yoongi’s eyes widened as the sight of your black high waisted two piece. 

“Where are you going?” He grabbed your wrist. 

“Swimming? We’re at the beach, Yoongs!” You chuckled and his hand fell limp. He knew the others were going to have the same thoughts as him. It was confirmed when they stopped wrestling one another and stared at you with wide eyes and slightly opened mouths. 

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Taehyung was the first to freak out. Yoongi smirked at his brother’s reaction. 

“Geez, you didn’t have to shout. I’m going swimming. That’s why we’re at the beach right?” You frowned slightly. Taehyung’s eyebrow twitched slightly. You shrugged and tied your hair up, waddling in the water. 

“Jungkook.” Taehyung pointed. 

“What- JUNGKOOK!” You squealed as Jungkook threw you over his shoulder and led you back to where Yoongi sat. 

“Back so soon?” He raised an eyebrow. 

“Sorry, bub. You’re not going to be walking around dressed like that.” Jimin came and sat in front of you, ruffling your hair. Says him, who is dressed in a muscle tank that is now see through because of the water. 

“I just want to swim.” 

“Not in that though. We can’t have other males looking up our beautiful mate.” Namjoon grinned. Hoseok whistled and Taehyung trotted over in his wolf form. He stepped into the space between your crossed legs, pressing his entire wolf body against your front in an attempt to block other people from seeing your skin. You shook your head. 

“Here, jagi. Cheer you up a little.” Jin held out an iced lolli to you. You grinned and received it, enjoying the cold sweet treat. 

*Whine*

Taehyung pawed your thigh for some. You broke some off, letting it rest in your hand as he licked it gently. Namjoon stayed by your side, leaning back on his palms as he watched you interact with Taehyung. 

“Enough sun for the day?” You asked. 

“Yeah. I’d much rather spend time with my mate.” Namjoon smiled back and Taehyung barked in agreement. You chuckled and wiped your hands, subconsciously stroking Taehyung’s fur as you watched Jin, Hoseok, Jungkook and Jimin play frisbee on the beach. 

“I may just take a nap.” You laid down, putting your head in Namjoon’s lap. Taehyung moved and placed his head on your stomach.

With dark clouds starting to roll in, you knew it was time to go home. You could continued your nap there instead. You and the boys packed up and headed home. 

“Actually, (y/n). We would like to take you out tonight for dinner.” Hoseok said. You tilted your head in confusion as you walked up to the house with them. 

“We want to take you out on a date.” Jimin explained further. 

“Oh!” You finally understood. 

“Yeah, we haven’t really gone out on a legit date as lovers, with everything that has been happening. So we all talked and think that you deserve a nice dinner date. I mean, you said we haven’t asked you out officially. (y/n), would you like to go on a date with us?” Namjoon asked on behalf of all the boys, who were now staring at you. 

“You know I was just kidding but sure, I would love to have dinner with you all.” You giggled. 

“But I have to ask my mates first.” You tapped your chin. 

“Oh, I’m sure they will be fine with it. Even if they’re not, it’ll be our little secret then.” Jungkook kissed your cheek, nuzzling his cheek against yours lovingly. You laughed and pushed him away. 

“I’m gonna shower then.” You went to take a nice bath to get rid of all the salt water and sand. Namjoon greeted you when you came out. 

“Strawberries and peaches.” He smiled as he wrapped his arms around you, pressing his forehead against yours. 

“What?” 

“You smell like strawberries and peaches. Mates always smell different to one another. When we knew you were our mate, you smelled like strawberries and peaches, not like a normal human would smell. I don’t know if we smell different to you.” He explained. You shyly leaned in to sniff him. 

“Pinewood? With some vanilla? I thought it was just the cologne you guys use that make you all smell like a nice candle.” You blinked innocently. 

“Of course, only our mate would compare us to scented candles.” He ruffled your hair. 

“Stop teasing me. Not all of us are as smart as you, Joon.” 

“You’re just cute, babe. But I was sent to give you this.” He picked up a box and gave it to you. You released him and opened the box. Inside was another beautiful dress. But it was simpler, a dark blue body con, short tube dress.

“It’s pretty. I love this. Thank you.” You hugged him. This dress was very much more your style, simpler. 

“I’ll let the princess get ready then. Yoongi was telling us how you don’t like heels so we got you these.” He gave you the box, which was a white Doc Marten Chelsea boot. Pecking your cheek again, he left the room. You got dressed, did your make up and wore your shoes. It was simple but you felt like a million bucks, thanks to your boys.

Grabbing what you needed, you left the room and headed down. The boys all melted when they saw you. No matter what you wore, you never failed to take their breath away. 

“Our mate is truly stunning.” Jin held your hands in his. You smiled shyly. Yoongi tilted your chin up to give you a light peck. 

“We should go before we’re late for our reservations.” Jimin checked his phone. Instead of driving, the boys called for two cars to come pick you up. 

“Where are we going?” You asked. 

“You’ll see.” Hoseok lifted your hand to his lips, kissing the back of it. 

“Princes, princess. Your table is this way.” The manager bowed. You felt weird, no one has called your princess yet. That title made you feel different. You kept a straight face as you walked through the dining hall, the other customers all turning their heads to stare at the princes and their mate. 

“They’re staring.” You whispered to Taehyung. 

“Because you’re so beautiful. But they can’t have you because you’re ours. You’re mine.” He leaned into your ear, his hand resting on your lower back. 

“Please let us know when you’re ready to order.” The manager led you all to a private room. There were 4 seats on both sides of the cloth covered table. It was Jungkook, Namjoon, you and Yoongi on one side, the rest on the other.

“This place is expensive.” You thought out loud. 

“Don’t worry, jagi. Just order what you’d like.” Yoongi put an arm over the back of your chair as he browsed through the menu. Honestly, you didn’t know what to order because there were so many foreign words that you didn’t understand. You have never been to such a high class, fancy restaurant before so this was all very new to you. 

“Need help?” Namjoon leaned over. 

“I don’t really know what all this is.” You told the boys, blushing.

“Alright, we’ll order for you then.” Jimin smiled. When the waiter came, the boys all ordered their own preferred kinds of steak. Namjoon ordered for you, you didn’t know what he ordered. 

“How many glasses?” The waiter asked. 

“8, please.” Jungkook said. The waiter bowed and soon returned with 8 wine glasses. You have never had wine before but this was a new experience so you were willing to try it. He poured some and let Yoongi taste some before Yoongi gave a thumbs up. The glasses of wine were passed out to everyone. 

“To, our beautiful mate and our first date.” Hoseok chuckled. 

“Thank you.” You blushed as they all clinked their glasses together before taking a sip. It was good, the sweetness of the wine along with the slight but nice burn down your throat. 

“Like it?” Jin asked. You nodded your head. All of you chatted as the appetisers came. There was some variety in them. 

“Marinated raw tuna. Try it.” Taehyung encouraged.

“It’s good.” You were pleasantly surprised by the taste. It was nice and unlike anything you have ever tried before. The boys all smiled when they saw how much you enjoyed it. 

“Try this.” Namjoon held his fork out to you. You coughed a little before leaning in to eat the food off his fork. Following suit, the other members with different dishes began to hold ther forks out to you, hoping that you would take their offer. You blinked in surprise while Namjoon rolled his eyes with a shake of his head at his pack. 

“Here are the mains.” Waiters came in with your mains. You watched, mesmerised as Yoongi handsomely tasted a new kind of wind and discussed with the manager how it needs to ‘breathe’ before it can be drunk. 

“Are you checking me out?” Yoongi raised an eyebrow. 

“N-No!” You stuttered, looking away. 

“The Miyazaki Wagyu?” The waiter asked. Jin gestured to you and the waiter placed the plate in front of you with a bow. Did they just order you the most expensive steak on the menu? 

“Isn’t this the most expensive?” You hissed. 

“Just enjoy it, babes.” Jungkook chuckled, sipping his wine. You cut into your steak and placed it into your mouth. It was so flavourful, soft and just melted in your mouth. You had to resist the urge to let out happy sounds of contentment at the taste. Yoongi chuckled. 

“Good?” 

“It’s the best steak I’ve ever had.” You nodded. 

“That’s good to hear.” Yoongi patted your head. He sliced a piece of his steak, which was different from you, and placed it on your plate. It was really good too. You were really enjoying the time with them.

-

“Hehe.” You poked Jimin’s cheek.

“Who’s the genius who let her finish the wine?” Jin sighed. You hummed as you hugged Jimin, nuzzling your face into his neck. Jimin wrapped an arm around your waist to hold you steady. You had insisted to sit on his lap because you wanted to ‘squish his cheeks’ and the boys were apparently bullies for ‘trying to separate you from squishing’. 

“I’m happy.” You sang. 

“You are?” Jimin stroked your head. You nodded your head happily, staring into his eyes. 

“Shh... I have to tell you a secret.” You messily placed your hands over his mouth. Jimin chuckled, gently grasping your wrists to pull your hands away from touching his face. 

“What secret?” 

“Shh! I’m trying to tell my secret.” You frowned. He held his hands up in defence. Taehyung, who was sitting next to Jimin, watched on in amusement. 

“Okay, you... cannot tell anyone! Shh, I actually have 7 boyfriends! And! And! That’s not all... You cannot tell them, okay? Promise me. I really, really, like REALLY like them.” You giggled to yourself. 

“We promise not to tell.” Taehyung smiled. 

“Okie, I’m-I’m trusting you. You know, they’re so cool. You wouldn’t believe me but they’re werewolves! Werewolves are real, you know?!” You gasped. 

“Really?!” The boys played along. 

“Uh huh. My 7 boyfriends are werewolves. But... But you can’t tell anyone. I-I don’t want people to know... Because... I don’t want them to leave me. I-I’ve been alone for... uhh... years. And-And now, they’re all I have. I-If they leave me, I’ll be alone again. A-And, I’ll get sad. No one wants to be my friend... except them.” You said sadly. 

“We’ll be your friends.” Jimin told you. 

“Really?” You looked up at them with sparkly eyes. They nodded their heads, a part of them feeling sad by what you just spilt to them. 

“Okay. But I have to ask m-my boyfriends first. I think! They don’t like me having other boys as friends. But they’re nice! So don’t worry. They will say okay.” You giggled. 

“The other day... in the toilet... some girls were saying that I’m supposed to make my mates s-stronger. But... I’m human, so I made them weaker.” 

“They said that?” Taehyung held your hand. 

“Uh huh. I was really sad... after that. Because I-I don’t want to hurt my ma-mates. They’re EVERYTHING to me. I-I even dodges Kookie’s hug because I thought that m-maybe... it’s true that I am not right f-for them.” You unknowingly shed some tears, which Taehyung wiped. 

“So that’s why she was sad.” Jimin said. 

“Poor (y/n).” Taehyung whimpered. 

“But I’m okay now! I love my boyfriends. They’re nice. They also feed me yummy foods!” You continued to laugh, making them smile softly. As the car stopped, Jungkook came to carry you. 

“Wee!” You cheered as Jungkook carried you upstairs. The other boys looked on in amusement. They all adored the drunk version of you. Jungkook went upstairs and got a maid to come in to change you. He washed up as you got changed. You were dressed in Jungkook’s big hoodie and some shorts. Jungkook came out and joined you in bed. 

“I love you.” Jungkook leaned in to give you a kiss but you covered your mouth with your hands. 

“I can’t! I have boyfriends! 7 of them!” You shook your head. 

“I’m sure they won’t mind.” Jungkook gave an amused laugh, trying to give you another kiss but you placed your hands on his chest to stop him. 

“Nooo! I only love them! I’m sorry, mister. If they know, they’ll hurt you! Real bad.” You scolded. Jungkook huffed, clicking his tongue in disbelief. He laid down beside you, making you face him. 

“Koo?” You called. He hummed in reply. 

“I love you.” You giggled shyly. Jungkook lifted his head and you boldly pressed your lips against his. He squeezed your waist as you pulled away to breathe. He moved you close to him until his big body was almost draped over you. Softly, he began to hum to lull you to sleep. 

“Jungkook, hyungs. We need to talk.” Jungkook heard Taehyung. 

~~

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[pacific-rimbaud]

I want Dramione babies !!!

!!!

Here you go.

*****

Formal Sitting Room

by Pacific Rimbaud

Rated M

1300 words, complete short fic

Tags: Dad!Draco, Mum!Hermione, A Baby, Sofa Sitting, Stupidly in Love 

“You’ll note that I’ve brought you here to the sitting room, and that’s because we have several important things to discuss without the usual distractions.”

Draco adjusted his posture on the sofa.

The long term goal, he had decided, was to look engaged—attentive, he thought—but at the same time relaxed and approachable. One might have a conversation sitting like this, rather than issue commands, a distinction which he had come to value greatly.

His interlocutor leaned forward from the hips, as though he meant to leave.

“Make no attempt to escape. You’ll recall that I’ve set up wards of all kinds throughout the room. You may test them as much as you like, but you’ll get no further than the threshold if you try to run off.”

Draco adjusted his reading glasses, gathering his thoughts.

He paused.

“Are you looking at these?” He removed his glasses and held them up, where they caught the lamp light. “These are mine. They’re not under any circumstances to be removed from my person. They’re quite fragile.” He tucked the arms back over his ears, and began his speech.

“I know that while your goals and mine may not always align, I recognize that your … ” Draco squinted, recalling the appropriate language “ … feelings are valid. It’s perfectly alright to cry, especially in situations like the one we had in the kitchen just now. For my part, I” —he felt his face contort under the effort, which his conversation partner seemed to find amusing enough to smile about— “was wrong in eating the entire banana. I ought to have asked if you wanted any.”

That part over, Draco moved on.

A sandwich, he’d been told.

Positive feedback to start, then constructive criticism, followed by further positive feedback.

“I’ve noticed that you’ve been working hard on your articulation and vocabulary recently, and I admire your tenacity and perseverance. Your choice to monologue at three o’clock in the morning was disruptive to other members of the household. Your tone and projection are impressive.”

His companion settled back against the cushion behind him and yawned.

Draco moved on. His posture had stiffened, and he took a moment to allow his muscles to relax. 

“You’ll recall our earlier discussions about personal hygiene. I understand that progress in that area is dependent on multiple factors outside of your control, and that you’re doing your best under the circumstances.” He drew in a deep breath. “Know that I love you very much, and always will, no matter what you’ve done.”

He swallowed. The words felt less like foreign objects in his mouth every time he said them, which was the purpose of this exercise.

“I’m very proud of you, son.”

“What are you two up to in here?” Hermione’s voice was laced with fatigue.

She entered the room with her arms wrapped around her waist and her eyes still blinking, fogged with sleep, and slid sideways into Draco’s lap. “Hello.”

“Good afternoon. I take it you fell asleep with your book. How was the nap?” He ran the heel of his hand firmly up her spine, then down again.

“Gorgeous. Thank you so much.”

“Of course.”

She considered Draco’s associate at the other end of the sofa. “I’m trying very hard right now to not be terrified of him falling off the edge.”

Draco scoffed. “I’ve put a sticking charm on his bum, he’s not going anywhere.” He tilted his chin at the baby. “Your mother thinks I’d let you toss yourself off the sofa, Fornax.”

“Stop calling him Fornax, he’s going to think it’s actually his name.” Hermione yawned. “He looks ready for his sleep. What did you two get up to?”

Draco wrapped his arm around Hermione’s waist, and without dislodging her from his lap, leaned forward and grasped the baby around the back with a grip steady and confident from constant repetition.

“What did we do, Dennis?”

“Your name is not Dennis, you poor mouse.” Hermione drew the baby into her arms, where it flattened its cheek against her chest and breathed a world-weary sigh. Hermione sniffed its head. “He smells of fruit.”

“We had peaches, and some avocado, and he said no to the banana, but then changed his mind once I’d eaten the whole thing and got angry with me, because he’s your son.”

“And yours.”

“That’s probably fair. Then we did some scooting, and bashing one’s own father about the head and face with a wooden mallet. After that, we rocked for a bit, and read Red Dragon, Yellow Dragon, Blue Dragon half a dozen times, and then we ate its pages for a while.”

“Did it taste nice?”

“It always does.”

“Mmm.” Hermione ran her palm over the baby’s white-blond curls, then kissed the crown of its head. “And then you came into the formal sitting room to practice—what, entertaining etiquette?”

“Something like that.” Draco stroked a hand through Hermione’s hair, and then began the meticulous and satisfying work of untangling his fingers from it.

“Are you ready for your second sleep, my love?” she whispered into the baby’s scalp.

“He’s had his milk and a fresh nappy just now. I’ll go lie him down.” Draco wrapped his hands around the baby’s ribs, and shifted him onto his own chest. “How far did you get in your book before you fell asleep?”

“Two pages.”

“Maybe now that you’ve napped, you’ll make some headway.”

Draco laid a hand on Hermione’s hip and pushed at her lightly to shift her off his lap.

“Or … “ she whispered.

He stopped.

His eyes rolled back in his head.

“I’ll never stop loving what this does to you.” She dropped her temple to his shoulder, still circling her thumb in a ghostly touch over the exquisitely sensitive skin of his earlobe.

Draco pulled her hand away with a soft grip on her wrist, and looked at her sidelong.

“You could read your book, or? Go on.”

“Or … ”

As she grasped his right hand and pulled it toward her, he held the baby more firmly with his left.

She guided his hand under the bottom hem of her jumper, then higher, until he took over and made the revolutionary discovery that she wasn’t wearing anything at all underneath.

“Or,” she said, “we could do something about the way you look in your reading glasses.”

He clutched at her, one all-encompassing press of his palm and fingers around the perfect curve of her breast, then drew back, dragging his fingertips along her skin, and then—”

She gasped with the pinch.

Draco nodded. “That’s settled, then. I’m going to keep these reading glasses on, no matter what they might be doing to my eyes, go and put Griffin in his cot—”

“Griffin was a serious suggestion, which you were incredibly rude about.” Hermione’s voice had taken on a frayed, breathless quality. “It’s horrible of you to bring it up.” She arched her chest against his hand. “If we’d gone with your system he could have been Bootes. Reticulum. Triang—oh, gods, that feels good.”

“Does it? I’m glad to hear it.” He removed his hand from her jumper, and slid it down along the warm skin of her belly. “I’m going to go and put our very beautiful son, with his very beautiful, very Muggle name, in his cot—”

“Are you?” Hermione’s eyes expressed something quite apart from sleepiness.

“And then I’m going to come back here—”

He slid his hand beneath the waistband of the cotton pajama bottoms she lounged about the house in, and which inexplicably turned him on, but stopped a wicked inch above where she might have liked his journey to end.

“And then what?” she asked.

He thrilled at her obvious impatience, advertised in the pitch of her voice, the color blooming over her cheeks, and the tension of her efforts to not roll her hips up into his hand.

The baby made his customary sigh at the advent of sleep.

Draco cupped the baby’s head in his palm, holding him tight to his shoulder, and leaned in close to Hermione’s ear.

“And then, I’m going to teach you some entertaining etiquette.”

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