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Pokémon Horizons - The Sudden Turn (Part 4)

Characters: Amethio, Liko, Roy, Friede, Murdock, Hamber, Spinel, Gibeon

Pokémon: Sprigatito, Umbreon

What happened earlier:

"You know what? You're absolutely right! I finally have to do something, to get my life back on track!!"...

~~~

Amethio continued, to sit at the table in the meeting room of the Brave Asagi with his hands folded and his elbows propped up on the top of the table, his chin resting on his hands. In front of the Rising Volt Tacklers, finally ready, to reveal his terrible past to his actual 'enemies'...

The entire crew looked at him knowingly. Even though the teenager had already caused them all sorts of problems... After his numerous descriptions, including those from Liko, they were now convinced about the fact, that he was not willingly under the Explorers' service as well. And that something terrible was bothering him... It was something so terrible really, that just had to be connected to his past somehow!

It was definitely not an easy situation for the black and silver-haired teen, quite the opposite. In fact, Amethio was sweating so much, that Liko and Friede in particular were starting, to get seriously worried about the 16-year-old. And that definitely wasn't seen as ironic.

To be honest, it actually hurt Liko's heart especially, to see the young boy suddenly like this... How should she describe it best?... Ah, just as frail, completely empty and so incredibly weak.

The girl had never seen such a state in anyone before, not even in herself, when Amethio and his two henchmen had kidnapped Sprigatito, shortly before she became a member of the Rising Volt Tacklers back then, after his second battle with Friede was interrupted.

Nevertheless, she now tried to get the teen out of his current slump. "Amethio... Hey, can you hear me?!" The person being addressed jumped violently, when he suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder and, at the same time, a firm voice, that broke him out of his trance.

Amethio initially looked around confused, but shortly afterwards his gaze was immediately enveloped by the blue eyes of the girl, who looked at him with such concern, that the black and silver-haired boy initially believed, that he was in the middle of a dream and not in reality at the moment. However that was not the case here.

Liko's gaze was still on him with a certain concern. "Listen... I know, that this is an extremely difficult situation for you right now... I understand you, honestly! However... If you don't open up to us... It won't get any better for you, believe me! And honestly... You actually do want it to get better for you, don't you?" the black-haired girl now asked, still looking intently into Amethio's violet eyes.

He opened his eyes wide, as he suddenly felt all the bad memories raining down on him. In desperation he pressed both hands against his head while clenching his teeth tightly and right now he just wanted to disappear! Somewhere, away from these memories, from this pressure!!

While the others were wondering, what was happening to the teenager at the moment, Amethio simply stood up, turned around and quickly left the room without saying anything more, while the rest just stared after him, perplexed.

~~~

So everyone stood there without a word as they looked at the open door, through which the black and silver-haired had just disappeared.

Now Liko's worries in particular grew bigger from second to second. She sank into deep thought for a moment, as she remembered Amethio's previous words: >"I swore I would never speak about my past again!"<

'So it really must have actually been extremely terrible for him indeed...' She thought, then Friede spoke to her. "Liko... I think we should really go to sleep now... It's pretty late and we can still talk about the rest and eat tomorrow too." he said and looked decisively at the young Trainer.

"I know... But... I can't just leave it like that! I really have to help Amethio!" She still insisted on her decision. "I know that you want to make Amethio happy again. But right now it's just, that he's simply not quite ready, to talk about his past just yet. Give it some time. Then he will definitely come back to us on his own. I'm pretty sure about it." the white-haired said, while giving Liko an encouraging smile.

"And besides, it wouldn't necessarily be advisable, to put even more pressure on him now anyway, even though that's exactly, what's still weighing on his shoulders at the moment. That just wouldn't be the best way to do it either, don't you think?" the adult added.

The black-haired listened to every word, the leader of the Rising Volt Tacklers spoke. Yes, she had to admit... Just questioning Amethio more about his past now, would definitely not lead to the desired success. And especially not, when the teenager was already anything, but mentally well...

Now she let out a heavy sigh. "You're right, Friede. I understand... Still... Can I at least talk to Amethio normally, please? I won't demand him either, I promise. I just want to know more about him. That's all!" the Pokémon Trainer now pleaded and made the corresponding gesture with her hands, while Sprigatito was sitting on her shoulder. "Nyaohja!" Apparently it also wanted Amethio, to feel a little better.

The others blinked briefly in confusion, before Friede finally gave in. "Ok, I get it... So if you really want to help him so much, I guess I can't talk you out of it either way, can I?" he asked, as he looked at the girl scrutinizingly. Liko just gave another decisive nod. That was finally enough for the white-haired man.

And to be honest, it had always been clear to him, that once the black-haired set her mind to something, it would be very difficult to dissuade her from this decision anyway.

Liko now smiled broadly, as he finally agreed to her request after a short while. "Thank you Friede, thank you so much." she said in a cheerful voice, which elicited a slight giggle from the leader of the Rising Volt Tacklers.

"Nah, no need, really. I simply know, how stubborn you can be at times. Now go to him already." the adult now said and gave one of his protégés a little nudge towards the door.

The black-haired staggered a little awkwardly by this for a moment, before she regained her balance and now disappeared out the door as well, to check on Amethio. Of course, Sprigatito followed its Trainer.

~~~

So now Liko was walking along the long main corridor with her Starter to the middle of the ship, from where a narrow staircase led directly up to the wing deck. Sprigatito immediately sensed something, as the Grass Cat Pokémon headed straight for it and meowed a few times, to make Liko notice.

Of course, Liko noticed this indeed as well and quickly came to her Pokémon's side. "What is it, Sprigatito? Do you think, he might be up there?" she asked and shortly afterwards picked up the little Grass Cat in her arms.

The little creature only made confirming noises and probably wanted to encourage its Trainer, to actually check whether the teenager was really out there on the wing deck.

So while Liko now was slowly and carefully climbing up the individual steps, she noticed on the way, that someone was indeed out on the wing deck. She even could already hear individual noises through the open hatch, which clearly indicated that someone or in this case, Amethio, was deeply lost in thoughts and muttered to himself at the same time. And the way the black and silver-haired had literally fled from the meeting room earlier, in principal it just had to be him.

~~~

After the girl finally got up and outside on the wing deck, she immediately spotted the 16-year-old, just as she had already suspected before. Well and Sprigatito too.

Amethio was sitting on the platform in a crouched position in the middle of the wing deck, his knees pulled close to his body with his arms folded on top of them, while his gaze was directed towards the sky silently and without any emotion.

Although he had now stopped mumbling, it was still clear to the young girl, that he was still not feeling particularly better, if not well at all.

At first she watched the teen for a while, but then finally carefully walked over to him, so that shortly afterwards she simply sat down in the same position next to the black and silver-haired.

The teenager noticed that Liko had sat down next to him, but initially acted, as if Amethio didn't particularly care. Instead, he just continued to stare wordlessly into the sky. But over time this silence became too much for him, so he finally spoke up, albeit a little hesitantly:

"Why are you here? Why aren't you with your friends? They could definitely use you better than me right now..." he said in a half-raspy voice and didn't dare to even look at her. He was far too ashamed of everything, he had already done to Liko and her friends, which wasn't exactly to be seen as positive things.

"I'll tell you, why I'm here... Because I just simply can't and don't want to watch you sink into all your misery and maybe even break because of it! Amethio I really want to help you, we all do, believe me!! And should I tell you why? Because I firmly believe that you can change yourself, change for the better! My instinct simply tells me, that you've wanted to do this for so long, but you haven't had the opportunity to try it yet!" Liko started a conversation, somehow trying to gain the trust of the black and silver-haired, so that he would eventually open himself up to her.

Now Amethio was becoming more and more tense by the second. "And why should I tell YOU of all people?! Why don't you just leave me alone?! I've already mentioned it several times before, I just can't and don't want to talk about my past anymore, I simply changed my mind!! Why don't you want to understand that, Liko?!" he now growled and clenched his hands tightly into fists. It was clear to see, that Amethio really was about to lose his nerves at any time...

The girl actually jumped a little in shock, when his tone suddenly became so harsh again. "I'm sorry, I... I didn't know you would be so against it... I. .." she breathed in briefly and then exhaled again. "I'm really sorry... I shouldn't have pushed you like that before... I should have paid more attention, Amethio! But I really didn't want to hurt your feelings or force you in any way, I swear!" she stammered somewhat awkwardly and now looked at the tips of her shoes. Liko actually felt indeed guilty about her behavior from before now.

Now she became as quiet as a mouse and was now the one, who didn't speak a word anymore. Amethio's brief freak out had actually unsettled her quite a bit.

At first, however, Amethio didn't react to her apology at all, but after a while he glanced briefly at the young girl. She was still sitting a few inches away from him in a similar crouched position as he was, except that she now had brought her hands up to her hair, as her fingers were now playing with a few loose strands. This was a clear sign for him, that the girl now also seemed extremely insecure and reserved, wich was exactly the case with him earlier.

~~~

So for now neither of them exchanged a single word with each other anymore and, once again, there was a strange silence between the two Pokémon Trainer's. This unsettled Amethio quite a bit and he shortly ran his hands through his hair slightly annoyed with himself now.

However this state of him didn't last very long, so his violet eyes continued, to follow the Pokémon Trainer's movements very focused. But he quickly couldn't look at this anymore, so Amethio slowly raised one of his hands, wich now moved slowly, that is to say, extremely slowly, towards her right shoulder, which the young girl had turned towards him, to finally placing his hand carefully on it shortly after.

"I-it's okay... After all, you didn't do it on purpose. The thing is... I've just experienced a lot of things in my past, most of which weren't necessarily nice... That's what also has something to do with, why I work for the Explorers in a way. Don't get me wrong, I really want to change, but... I think now that I'm not quite ready for it, you know?" the teenager said.

"And by the way, I should actually be the one to apologize... I didn't mean to suddenly snap at you like that before... That was very rude of me, honestly..." he added lastly at the end and then took his hand away from her again. He shouldn't approach her like that. At least not yet.

"Oh, that's totally fine. I'm not mad at you. Besides, I would even have reacted the same way, like you did, honestly. I gladly accept your apology, so there's no reason to unnecessarily worry about." Liko then said and showed him a small, encouraging smile.

Amethio then simply smiled back. Which actually surprised him a bit, after all, it was his first smile in what felt like several years. This realization actually made the teenager a little proud.

So he now took a slightly more relaxed position and looked out over the ocean towards the horizon again. The sun was already halfway set there and the bright glow was reflected on the surface of the water. This actually created quite a pleasant atmosphere.

Sprigatito also seemed very relieved again, that the teen was starting, to feel better and it very carefully climbed onto Amethio's lap, shortly afterwards rubbing its head against his stomach while purring. "Nyarrw..."

Liko noticed this out of the corner of her eye and then smiled a little. "Looks like, it's starting to get used to you." she said with a slight giggle and watched the cute little scene for a bit.

"Huh?" Amethio then looked at the little Pokémon on his lap, which had now curled itself up on it and remained lying there while it continued, to purr calmly. "You're right, I didn't even notice it." he said, while also giggling and now carefully started, to pet the green creature a little.

Liko kept her smile and let her gaze lasting onto the horizon for a bit longer, until she got up at some point and stretched herself briefly. "I think, we should go back inside then, because I'm actually starting, to get a little cold now." she said and looked briefly down at the 16 year old.

Amethio now also looked at her. "Yeah you're right. After all, neither of us wants to catch a cold." he said and stood up, while taking Sprigatito into his arms. Luckily, the Pokémon didn't seem, to mind this much, so it just stayed completely relaxed.

The black-haired was still smiling contentedly because of that. She had to admit, that she was really pleased about the fact, that her partner now also seemed, to be building trust in the Explorer Admin. At least it was a first step into the right direction.

Plus Liko was still sure, that she would manage, to convince the others, especially Friede, about her theory, that Amethio had indeed great potential, to become a better person and maybe really even a member of the Rising Volt Tacklers one day. It was just a matter of time.

~~~

So the two finally went back inside the ship and straight to the meeting room, where Murdock had now spread the food on the table. "Oh, there you are finally. Well, looks like, we can eat then. Today I have my specialty! Steamed rice dumplings with onion sauce, with a poached egg and, for dessert, blueberry pudding with mint sauce. You're gonna love it!" he said proudly, which only elicited an amused sigh from the others.

Liko had to giggle briefly, before she glanced at Amethio on her right, who had now put Sprigatito back on the ground. Of course, the Pokémon immediately joined its friends, because they now had also gotten their food.

Shortly afterwards, she and the black and silver-haired teen also took their places at the table again, while Murdock distributed the food fairly on all the plates.

So while everyone was eating now, Friede rose his word again. "Oh, I almost forgot Liko... How did it go with Amethio actually?" he asked. After all, he had sent the Trainer to look after the teenager earlier in order to possibly get something out of him.

The spoken one scratched her neck slightly, before giving him an answer: "Well, it looks like this now... He changed his mind again. He told me, it wasn't the right time to talk about his past yet. Amethio wants to wait a little longer, until he is really 100 percent sure." she responded to the white-haired and gave a quick sideways glance at the Explorer admin, who just looked at her with grateful eyes.

The leader of the Rising Volt Tacklers patiently let her finish and then nodded in agreement. "I could almost guess... It's just too early for that." he said and now also turned his attention to Amethio.

"Even so, that you have already put some pretty blatant obstacles in our way once or twice... And that wasn't okay at all, I don't want to deny that here. Nevertheless... I have to admit, that I actually am a bit surprised, that you didn't just take Liko with you and hand her over to your boss directly. Although, to be honest, I didn't really imagine it. But why did you really help her anyway? You simply could have just taken her pendant and left her behind. And inform us, if necessary. That's still not entirely clear to me." Friede now said and leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed, probably awaiting an answer from the teenager.

Again, the 16-year-old didn't know exactly, how to approach his words. However he still wanted to try. "It's not that easy, to explain. When I saw her... Badly injured and motionless... I was like frozen for the moment, I just didn't know what to do. But then Spinel suddenly came out of the shadows and my legs started moving on their own. My instinct just told me, to protect Liko plus preventing Spinel from harming her even more and ultimately taking her away. This scene reminded me of a moment long ago, 4 years ago to be exact. I was 11 at that time and long before I started, working for the Explorers. I had a little sister called Milu back then. She was 2 years younger than me, 9 years old. We always did a lot of things together. However when we... We were at the lake together that day and played hide-and-seek..." Amethio paused briefly, to calm down his nerves a bit. It definitely wasn't an easy thing for him.

Still, he wanted to give everyone a comprehensible explanation for his actions, so he continued:

"We agreed, that both of us would count to 20 each and then look for each other. So I hid at first. Of course, I chose a hiding place so that Milu would find me easily, because she always hated it, when she couldn't find me straight away, because I always looked for hiding places, that were far too complicated.

Afterwards she was always extremely upset and disappointed. Anyway, I then looked for a relatively simple hiding place and waited, until she was finished counting. However, after a minute passed and she still didn't call out to me in order to perhaps find out, where I was... I became a little uneasy. At first I didn't think much of it, maybe she just didn't know exactly, where to start looking first. However as the time continued to pass, I went back to see where Milu was." Amethio had now turned his gaze back to the table directly onto his plate, from which he hadn't yet taken a single bite of the food, his elbows placed to the right and left side next to it, while his chin was resting on his hands, just like before.

It was true, that he actually wanted to wait a little longer, before revealing things from his past, but at that exact moment his memory flashed back to exactly that particular situation, which was difficult for him to back away from now, so that he simply decided, to continue on with his speech.

Liko and Roy briefly exchanged glances with each other while listening to every single word, but remained silent for the time being, instead they waited to see, what the young Explorer Admin would reveal to them next.

"In any case, I went back immediately, because I wanted to know, where she was. But... When I arrived... I only saw Milu's hair bow on the lakeshore. At first I thought, I wasn't seeing properly, but when one of her shoes suddenly appeared on the surface of the water... I realized that... she must have fallen into the lake! I started, to panick and called out to her, but she didn't answer!!

Then it occurred to me, that she could sometimes be a bit reckless, when we played together. She had injured herself from time to time, because she didn't take enough care of herself. I always scolded her for that, but at the same time I swore to myself, that I would protect her more from now on.

But that day... I wasn't with her... After the first shock, I jumped into the water straight away and dived after her, but the flow was much too strong, so I quickly had to give up... I failed miserably in my position as big brother... I broke my promise, to always protect her!! Because of me, she... fell into this lake... I brought my little sister to her doom!!" Amethio now began to tremble, but forced himself not to cry. He didn't want, to seem weak anymore after what Liko had told him earlier.

"That's the real reason I saved Liko... I... I just didn't want to be responsible for someone's death again! And considering, that her injuries were so incredibly serious... If I hadn't treated her immediately, she might would've been... " He interrupted himself and now didn't continue talking anymore at all.

After he had finished his story for the time being, he looked at everyone again, with shock clearly written on every, single face.

Liko and Friede in particular couldn't believe, what they had just heard. Yes, even the Pokémon had interrupted their meal and were at least as shocked as the Rising Volt Tacklers.

After the initial shock had been digested, Liko suddenly stood up and walked halfway around the table, since this time she had been sitting on the other side, directly to the 16-year-old's side. However, before he could further react to, what she was planning to do, the girl suddenly hugged him without warning, which made his eyes visibly widen. Yes, even Friede and Roy were a bit shocked by her action. "Liko, what you think, you're doing?" it came from the adult straight away.

After Liko broke away from the teenager again, she took his hands into hers and looked him intently into his violet eyes. "Amethio, I'm so sorry! That you lost your sister... But now I can understand your intention much better, why you saved me!! You simply didn't want to go through that traumatizing experience again! That's why you are with us now!"

The others continued, to watch her in silence. "But Liko..." Roy said. The girl, however, looked at the teen for a bit before getting up again. "I promise you, Amethio... We will do everything in our power, to help you get away from the Explorers, if you choose, to tell us the rest of your past. You don't need, to rush, but I want you to know this one thing! Whatever happens, you're not alone!! After all, friends always stick together, am I right, guys?" The black-haired now asked the group and briefly looked at each one knowingly. At first some seemed a bit skeptical, but eventually they came over to the girl with a confident look on their faces.

"It's just like Liko said, Amethio. We won't let anyone down, whether they're friends or not." Friede said, looking down optimistically at his rival. "From now on, we'll support you in everything, until you've put your past behind you and can start all over again, you can count on it!" he then added and held out his fist to Amethio.

At first the teen was a little hesitant, but after Liko looked at him again confidently, he finally gathered up the courage and performed the famous Rising Volt Tacklers hand sign with everyone for the very first time.

Now he was sure too. He would soon get his freedom back and completely change his life for the better. Whatever would come!! Now that Amethio had gained the trust of his former enemies, it was really only a matter of time, before he would face the pressure of the Explorers! He just had to firmly believe in it!...

~~~

Meanwhile, Spinel had returned to the Explorers headquarters, after being so unfortunately tricked by Amethio, to report his unfortunate failure to Master Gibeon.

So he now was standing, of course with his Umbreon next to him, on his said spot in front of the big robotic like machine, from which the voice of the leader of the Explorers always came, whenever there was an arranged meeting for all of the Admins, because he had never revealed his true appearance to anyone before. At least not for a while. However with only one exception...

"Spinel, you really disappoint me. After even my own son wasn't able to complete, what was supposed, to be a simple mission that involved stealing a specific pendant! I really expected more from you!" came his intimidating voice again, while Hamber was watching the conversation from a corner.

The green-haired was relatively unimpressed and instead simply maintained his formal demeanor. "I have no words, to even begin to describe my failure. However... I already have a new plan to satisfy you, Master Gibeon." he said as he bowed slightly convincingly.

"Oh, I hope so! I'm giving you this very last chance, so I advise you, not to waste this one as well!" Spinel then just gave a meaningful grin from himself. "Oh, definitely not... You won't regret it at all..."

~~~

Back on the Brave Asagi, the crew had now finished their dinner and everyone went to their rooms, to go to sleep. Liko had offered Amethio, to sleep in her room, since the guest room was a little difficult to navigate at the moment. In fact, Ludlow had to store all of his fishing equipment there, because there was no longer enough space in his own room. And because he almost had to keep buying new fishing rods every single time, since he often accidentally broke some of them or was forgetting, where he even had put a particular one.

So now the black-haired lead the teenager to her room, letting him go first, so that he could get inside first. "So this is my room now. It's actually nothing special, but still very comfortable." she explained to him, after both of them arrived, while she was opening the door.

"Well then, welcome to my oasis of peace." She smiled briefly and then took a step to the side. So Amethio entered the young girl's room and he immediately noticed, that it was indeed quite nicely furnished.

On one hand, there was of course a bed, which was standing directly opposite the door against the wall under a small, round window. On the left side of the room there was also a desk with a large monitor, even if Liko didn't really use it, but almost always just used her Rotom phone instead, which could also be converted into a tablet.

Lastly, there was a small bookshelf, wich was standing next to the desk on the right side and of course a wardrobe. This was standing against the wall to the left side of the door and next to the right of it, there was also a narrow mirror.

However, one thing was new, namely that there was now a second bed in the room. Liko had previously discussed this with Friede. It was a bit narrower than her own, but it should still be enough for Amethio to sleep on for now.

The black and silver-haired briefly took another full look around the entire room and then smiled a little again. "I have to admit, it all looks very neat and very comfortable. My room at headquarters is the complete opposite." he said.

"Thank you, but like I said, there's nothing really special in here." the black-haired answered. Then she pointed to the narrower bed. This was of course already freshly made. "You will sleep in there. Friede also gave you a towel and one of his old pajamas, that he had saved from his youth. But don't worry, we'll definitely get your own clothes for you. Oh and before I forget it, If you ever have to, you probably know, what I mean, then you just have to go out the door and then go down the hallway diagonally and to the right. The bathroom is in the center." she now summarized the last informations.

The teenager then nodded, after she explained everything important for now. "Thanks, I'll remember it well." Liko smiled briefly and then carefully laid Sprigatito onto her bed, since the little Grass Cat was already sleeping.

"Well then, I'll go and freshen myself up quickly. You can change in the meantime." she said and disappeared from the room for a brief moment. Amethio nodded and waited, until the Trainer was out of his sight.

After she closed the door, he now took off his clothes and slipped right into the pajamas, which he got borrowed from Friede. He then placed his own clothes neatly over a small stool, before he laid himself down onto the mattress of the bed and quickly covering himself up, except for his head, with the sheet.

Then Liko came back again, also in her sleeping clothes, consisting of shorts and a white shirt, and now also laid down on her bed. Of course she also covered herself.

"Well then, good night, Amethio. Hopefully you can get some rest now. The day was really quite turbulent today anyway." she yawned briefly before laying down on her side and falling asleep relatively quickly shortly afterwards.

Amethio watched her for a moment, then got himself into an appropriate position. "Thank you. Good night to you too, Liko..." Shortly after he finished this sentence, he also got himself into a comfortable lying position, before the 16-year-old also fell into a deep sleep. The next morning would definitely be very interesting...

~~~

To be continued...

Sidenote: Wow, already at the end of Part 4. I honestly thought, it would be a lot shorter in terms of length, but well, you can even underestimate yourself a little here and there.

You guys probably have noticed, that I included a lot of dialogue this time between the individual characters, cause I wanted to make it a little more interesting. Hopefully I succeeded more or less.

Regardless, which of the conversations stood out to you the most? And what do you think Spinel is going to plan next? Feel free, to write that down into the tags as well.

Oh and before I forget, what do you think of my idea, that Amethio had a little sister and Gibeon is actually his, *cough* father? Now of course only from my perspective, but how do you see that? You can glady let me know that as well.

Otherwise, as always, I hope, that you enjoyed Part 4 at least as much, as the first three, then I would be really happy if you guys could give this Part a like or reblog it.

The next Part will be a little more tense again, so definitely stay tuned and join in again next time to Part 5 of:

'Pokémon Horizons - The Sudden Turn'

Love you all!! :)

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cloudedmist · 1 year

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Found a correlation and a lesson learnt

I rebooked my life since last night… yes couldn’t sleep again. All the hurt pent up in me. I may be innocent. I know that.. but the police do not, the lawyers do not. But before I die, I want to at least make things clear. So my soul leaves this earth knowing I have done my best and should have no regrets at all. 1. My intention and hopes I had a tough childhood. No toys, going through a long dumb 3 page terms and condition sheet just to own a handphone, every study on the computer would be pounded as “playing game” on computer. Even since primary school, in primary 1, my Chinese teacher threw a lie about me, just because my parents happened to be on-site and around the vicinity, and she saw them going past the class. Even in sec 4, as I shared earlier before, Marc Lee threw a paper ball at me during teacher greeting, I picked up the ball, and placed it back on the table, and that movement caused the teacher to scold me in class. Marc added on a playful lie, shouting “he was throwing paper ball at me”, and Mrs Low the physics teacher believed him and scolded me further. After school, I was at the staff room looking for another teacher, when Mrs Low opened the staff room door. Looking at me, she commented loudly… this boy is very naughty… during my class, he was throwing paper ball at his classmate. All these hurt, I kept to myself, as in all matters of pain and hurt… How has this shaped my life? Since young, my intention was to build up the young and to help them as much as possible, so none of them would have to face the pain I faced - that is, not being able to afford little things they like in life, not being trusted when others lie about them, not having proper support because everyone would blame them for things they didn’t do. This remained consistent through the years, and that is why I invested most of my finance to helping people I meet in life. What was my hope then? Beyond helping them, my hope was to create a community that gives back. To help others, and to help support each other, in business, future, life. In analogy, to create a spring board that will help others accelerate in strength and gain a strong future, so they can turn back and give back to society, and me. Following this, one can now understand why I would wake at 430am/5am, just to go down to wake people up to get to school on time, fetch them to school, direct them to study, spend time teaching them in every subject I could possible, cooking for them good food, teaching them what their mindset should be moving forward… Today, I also realise that people are selfish. Yes I know many people told me this before… but i refused to believe. I always thought… if you help someone, why would the person just go off leaving you behind? Just didn’t make sense to me. Well.. now I know.. they will, because their new found wings give them courage to face new challenges, and this includes new interest and activities, and these activities and interest, very often, cannot be known from young, because the just pop up in one’s life, and it forms as a new interest. This is why friends make and break consistently through life… People switch interest, and mix with new friends who have that set of new found interest. They do it until they get tired chasing new interests, and having to spend years learning something new, and not getting good at any particular interest.

2. Types of allegation thrown

On my first hit, I thought of the question… But i had no way to confirm. But over time, I realise a pattern can be constructed.

The question is… why do people use sexual issues as an allegation? Simply put, 2 reasons… a) because it is the only way to get someone in deep shit. What else can get someone in equal crap? - Drugs, but it is much harder to prove. And if the police checks the CCTV communication with Callistar Chen Zhi Bin’s mother, they will know, she used both methods to try to take me down. First she tried convincing them that chocolate dip sticks were drugs. The police plied the bag and then told her it was not. Then she changed her story and said I had sexual misconduct and raped her child - back then the not yet brain washed or not yet innate liar Callistar Chen Zhi Bin told the police, nothing of this sort had happened. She then told the whole family that she found a 6 inch pubic hair in her room, and that it must have been mine. (And this happened when she locked her room door everyday so Callistar Chen Zhi Bin could only live in the living room or other side room adjacent to the main room). All these lies must have mounted over the years in the vile mind of Callistar Chen Zhi Bin, and when an NPD’s/YPS age strikes, the character and mind takes a sudden extreme turn. They wake up entirely different, and they wake up with a set mind to be above others, and to win others. This has happened so many times. This also explains why Callistar Chen Zhi Bin’s friends would attack him day and night i hate. Back then, I couldn’t understand why. I supported him regardless (reason explained in part 1). I supported him, and trusted him when he said he didnt do anything wrong. Today, on looking back, I believe he was engulfed in all sorts of wrong, and that was why his friends hated him - From primary school to secondary school.

b) It is an allegation used by all, if not most, divorced parent. I noticed this over time. I’ve taught many people in life. Most are still friends till today. Some in NS, some in poly, some in sec school, some in pri school. And all these come from complete families. Families who have a father, and a mother, and these parents do care about their children (not the kind who just ignores what their children do). That is what I figured after much thinking. Nonetheless, it also helps me to understand a question I had always pondered about since young… Why would people come together to divorce? Which came first? Bad character or divorce - did people who have bad lying character end up in divorce? Or did divorce turn them to liars to survive?

My experience and answer is… Divorce people have genes which they pass down to the next generation. (This is why once 13, Callistar Chen Zhi Bin instinctively told me he just wanted to punch something or someone. It felt irritable and heating inside that he could not hit something). I also notice that divorce children tend to elicit NPD behaviours. I once also read that there was no conclusion, but researches did note a correlation between children from divorced families, and narcissistic behaviours. And this blows up and is more visible at the age of 14-15/some 16. Where the NPD will become aggressively manipulating, and use methods such as love bombing/acting to control the people around them. Putting this together implies to me that divorce people have bad genes, that is passed down to the next generation. The next generation repeats ill behaviours of aggressive competitiveness, lying, manipulation, and control. After time, the victim learns and finds out that they are always falling into a loop on control, and so turns mentally crazy, only seeking ways to escape the torture. So it leads to divorce. The single mum will then enjoy alimony, and often find a temple or church, because that is where they find comfort, protection, and freebies from time to time. Very often, they will tell their child how evil the father is and how everything is the father’s fault, hiding the evil truth, and convincing their child they are the great ones who should be supported financially in the future. Before the age of 14/15/16, the child is always good, more perfect than the usual child, and highly intelligent (in terms of information absorption). Once 14/15/16 hits, the child wakes up with a brain change, and starts being aggressively manipulative, a good liar, and elicit the common habits of npds/yps/piercing/tattoo/smoking/vaping. The cycle then repeats. So gene lead character created the divorce, and people see them as the poor thing ones, raining them with concern and love. The cycle continues.

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Let’s talk about Emilie.

During the editing process, one of the things that got a lot of attention was Daniel’s relationship with Emilie. On the surface, it is very easy to decide that Noah/Daniel is cheating scum, and hate him for it. Which, yes, he is cheating on both his girlfriends. Please do be mad about that.

But I knew there had to be a deeper level to it, in order to make Noah redeemable in the end. And thus, when the crime lord angle was introduced, I knew exactly what I had to do; give Emilie a brother who was right in the middle of things, and thus give Daniel a reason to want to spend time with her.

Granted, it is still a very morally questionable reason. He’s stringing this poor girl along because he wants information about her brother’s work. Somehow that is better than him having two girlfriends just because he can, but only marginally.

It is, again, one of those early Daniel decisions that Noah regrets and yet can’t figure out how to walk back without ruining everything he’s been building up. So he convinces himself that it’s okay, because Emilie is a social climber and is just using him for his status. He starts seeing it as a mutually beneficial relationship; not of affection, but of aligning goals, even though Emilie clearly isn’t aware of what he’s using her for.

That’s a thing that at this point I think is starting to become quite clear about Noah — he has this capability of convincing himself of a particular viewpoint and then sticking with it, even when that viewpoint is wrong or causing problems. He convinces himself that Noah and Daniel are two separate people and thus allowed conflicting things in their lives. He convinces himself that Daniel is necessary to the safety of the lower city, that it’s a selfless act to do all of these things. He convinces himself that Crysta would understand if she knew — but he’s never going to tell her, because deep down he knows that it’s not that simple.

He has solidified all of these thoughts and ways of viewing things, because he knows that if he wavers on any of them for even a moment, he won’t be able to live with the guilt of it all. He’s telling himself that it’s okay to do bad things if they’re for a greater good, which, well, we’ve all seen the numerous ways that can go wrong in various fictional and real-live adventures.

But because of these viewpoints that he has cemented in himself, he is wilfully unable to see that Emilie might have some genuine feelings for him. Because if he admits that, then he has to admit that what he’s doing is going to hurt her, and he’ll have to stop before he gets what he needs out of it.

I just find it a really interesting exercise on the lines of morality and ‘good’ness — perhaps, if Noah were a spy, with Daniel being his secret undercover identity, would that make it seem more ‘acceptable’? We see fiction like that all the time; someone sent by somebody else to do something that is objectively morally bad, for a purpose that is considered worth the damage. Daniel is going to hurt Emilie’s feelings, but also his relationship with Emilie has allowed him to save countless lives. Both things are true at once.

Is it because he’s made the decisions under his own power that it feels somehow worse? Rather than being instructed to do bad things by some higher authority, and thus able to shift some of the capability off his own shoulders.

So while the instinctive reaction is to despise Noah for being unfaithful and untruthful to two women, it’s so much deeper than that. Which is not me trying to absolve him of any guilt regarding cheating, but merely to point out how a situation that seems so simple on the surface can actually be so much more complex.

Is it going to bite him in the ass? Probably ;) but first, I’ll be back tomorrow to go over the beginning of Noah’s little excursion to the outlands. See you soon, friends!

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i’m sooo obsessed with your entire page holy moly. if you’re taking requests can i get kinda an angst one where the reader is with jj and finds out him and kie have been doing stuff behind her back, and the rest of the group knew the whole time? so she ends up getting close to rafe and hanging out with his friends so it eventually ends up with rafe x reader??? sorry that’s so long lol pls never stop writing, i love your fics too much <3

All I Ask ; Rafe Cameron

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Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader x JJ Maybank

Summary: Reader finds herself in the arms of her best friend’s brother after finding her boyfriend cheating on her

Warnings: Cheating, substance, mentions of sex, jealous Rafe, JJ & Kie being an asshole

A/N: Thank you so much for the amount of love I received from my last two works! It has been so overwhelming and I love each one of you with all my heart <3

p.s, my request box is always open! Send random ideas and I’ll turn them into a fic <33

p.p.s, so sorry if this isn’t my best work :(

“Come on, (Y/N), don’t be a party pooper!”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes as she pulled her best friend aside from all the commotion, “Sarah. I’m serious. I feel like he’s cheating on me.”

“He’s not!” Sarah groaned, and when (Y/N) gave her a look, she sighed. “I’m serious. He loves you too much, okay? Look, tomorrow’s your birthday, right? I’m sure JJ’s just ignoring you as a part of your birthday surprise.”

(Y/N) wanted to believe her so bad, but she couldn’t deny the strong feeling growing inside her. Ever since a month ago, JJ wasn’t there for her like always. When she tried to hold him in the van or at the Chateau, he would flinch and scoot away from her. She didn’t know what to do anymore.

“Look-” Sarah cupped her face, her eyes boring into hers. “I promise that he’s not cheating on you. Can you please let this go? How about you go and find him, have a smoke, and then come back to me with the verdict?”

(Y/N) hummed back in response, thinking about what Sarah had just told her. When she first moved to Obx from the city 4 years ago, she had been spending most of her time with the other kooks. When she bumped onto JJ one particular evening while he was too busy mowing down her lawn, that was when most of her happiest days started.

(Y/N) made her way towards the far end of the beach where JJ and the other pogues were hanging out, her feet lightly patting against the hot sand. (Y/N) took a deep breath when she saw the love of her life laughing on a log, and quickly walked towards him.

“Hey,” she started, sitting on the empty space beside him. JJ shifted, giving her more space, and muttered a quick ‘hi’ back. He offered her a beer, to which she shook her head to, and he shrugged before downing the whole content.

“You’ve got some beer here,” (Y/N) said, leaning forward to wipe the tiny droplet on his chin. JJ hurtled backwards as if on cue, and quickly wiped the stain with the back of his hand. (Y/N) stared at him, being caught off guard, but decided to not create any drama.

“You really don’t have to do that,” (Y/N) muttered, wrapping her cardigan over her tighter. The cold night air swept over her, causing her hair to fall over her shoulders. She didn’t bother to fix it as she watched JJ scoffed, the fire in front of them reflecting on the surface of his blue eyes.

“Do what? Wipe my mouth? Come on, (Y/N), it’s really not that big of a deal,” JJ sighed. He didn’t even bother to hold her hand, to reassure her that it’s really okay, and instead he continued his conversation with John B about some kind of a movie. She noticed Pope looking at their way, but he quickly turned to look at the waves when she returned his gaze.

“Do you want to smoke?” she tried again, this time with her hands on his lap. He didn’t move, and (Y/N) took this as a good sign, her heart fluttering happily.

It’s progress.

“You sure?” he asked, fumbling with his back pocket to reach for his extra blunt. When he grasped the rolled up herbs between his fingers, he handed it to her, smiling when she scooted closer. He lighted it for her, watching her took a deep huff before blowing the smoke.

“That’s good?” he asked before taking a blow for himself. He felt his heavy mind getting lighter, the weight he has been holding since forever slowly lifting into the air. He laughed, and turned to look at the state of the girl beside him.

“Thank you, baby,” (Y/N) smiled, this time with her head on his shoulder. She saw Pope looking at them with some kind of a heavy look again, but just like before, he turned away before she could ask him anything.

“Pope?”

Pope’s attention from the crashing waves turned completely to (Y/N), his eyes wide and his mind panicking. His eyes glanced to the blonde boy beside her for a second, but it settled back to her. “Yes?”

“You’re okay? You keep looking at me. Is there anything that you want to tell me?”

“Me?” he pointed to his chest, and when he saw the look on JJ’s face, he laughed, making an action of swatting his hands against the air. “Oh no. I was just thinking about something else. I guess I involuntarily looked at you.”

(Y/N) laughed with him, her head still on JJ’s shoulder, her eyes slowly squinting against the glowing fire that seemed to be too bright. She turned to whisper to JJ, “Can we go home?”

“Tonight? But It’s Bonfire night. We can’t leave yet,” he protested, glancing at both of his friends for help. Pope, not wanting to spend anymore time with them anymore, quickly stood up from his seat and walked towards the main space of the party.

“I’m gonna go with Pope, okay? Find Sarah. Go and talk to her? I’ll call you later,” JJ quickly added, standing up from his seat, stirring (Y/N) from her previous position. She sighed, her head still woozy, but she didn’t want to think about the possibility of him cheating on her.

He wanted her first, it’s just not possible for him to suddenly lose feelings for her. The countless times he would tell her that he loves her, that she’s the only girl he will ever mark as his, and now nothing?

She groaned, kicking the sand, all while the muffled music thrumming against her eardrums. She turned to look at John B, the only guy left with her, and opened her mouth to say something.

“Do you see the problem, John B?” she asked, her voice slow. When he didn’t reply, she sighed again, this time standing up from her seat to return to the ongoing party. “This is exactly the fucking problem.”

She didn’t understand; why is everyone treating her differently? What did she do? She sacrificed almost everything to be apart of their group, including her relationship with her kook friends. At that moment, she longed for her bedroom, where she knew she will be totally safe, all cuddled up with Netflix to enjoy.

“If it isn’t the princess,” a voice said from behind her back, and (Y/N) rolled her eyes before turning to look at the source. The tall figure of Rafe Cameron loomed over her, and (Y/N) tried to block his scent of cigarette and expensive cologne. She never really stopped liking his smell.

The Camerons and her family are business partners, and that was the core reason for her family to move to Obx in the middle of July 4 years ago. Meeting Sarah and her siblings for the first time, she couldn’t deny the strong attraction she felt towards the oldest sibling, but she had thought of it as nothing more than a silly crush and tried to focus more on her relationship with a certain blonde boy living on the other side of the island.

“You can take a picture, it’ll last longer that way,” he smiled, and (Y/N) groaned when she could hear the amused tone lacing in his gruff voice. She made to walk away, but was halted by Rafe’s fingers around her wrist.

“Come on, I was just playing. That’s not the way to treat an old friend,” he laughed, letting go of her. He looked around her, noticing her odd behaviour, and suppressed his smile. “Where’s the boyfriend?”

“I don’t know,” she finally replied, and returned the gesture of looking around him. “Where’s the girlfriend?”

Rafe laughed, throwing his head back as his hair messily slicked to the back. “Girlfriend? I don’t do girlfriends. Come on, (Y/N), you know that.”

“Not a surprise,” she said in a singing tone, giving her attention towards the dancing bodies next to the speaker. “Look, Rafe, just say whatever you want to say to me, okay? I’m tired of trying to figure out what people wanted to say to me.”

“I just want to make a conversation,” he shrugged, chugging down his beer before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His actions reminded her of JJ, and she quickly looked away when she felt a pang of hurt across her heart.

“Uh-oh, I know that look,” Rafe said, tugging her chin to force her to look at him. (Y/N) grunted, feeling his cold skin against hers, but she let him stare into her eyes before quickly pulling away. “Yeah. It’s that look you’ll put when you’re worried about something. What’s up?”

“Rafe, it’s really nothing,” she sighed, scooting away from the boy. She looked around again, and her eyes landed on a certain blonde boy, and she could feel her heart soaring up again. Rafe’s eyes followed her gaze, and when he saw JJ, he turned to look away.

“I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Yeah, whatever,” Rafe replied, already making his way towards the keg station. (Y/N) noticed the change in his behaviour, seeing how cold he turned, but decided not to mention it. She was being cold towards him first, so she guessed it was fair for him to be acting that way.

Rafe didn’t understand how blind she could be. Couldn’t she notice the pattern of the girls he fucked? How they all looked so similar to her?

He scoffed, sipping from his red cup as he watched her walk towards the boy that stole her from him. Everything was going perfect; they were hanging out almost every day; just her and Rafe, either it was in his swimming pool or (Y/N)’s hot tub. When her father had hired JJ Maybank to mower his lawn, that was when everything went downhill.

“Cameron,” a voice greeted from beside him, and when he turned to look at the figure, he expressed a sly smirk.

One more person that looked like her.

. . .

JJ’s phone was beside her.

She kept telling herself no, that she should trust him since they are in a relationship, but her brain was yelling for her to go through his phone.

He’s cheating on you.

She groaned, unable to contain herself anymore as she grabbed his phone, looking around briefly before typing his passcode.

The phone vibrated in her hands as she failed to guess his passcode, and she frowned before the screen. It had been her birthday’s date, so why wouldn’t it open? She tried again with their anniversary date, and again, was met with the same fate.

“What the fuck?” she said to no one in particular, and sighed before trying out random numbers. Lastly, she pressed all 1, not thinking much of it and already accepting her defeat. She exclaimed in happiness when his home screen appeared with his background a picture of a dog.

(Y/N) frowned again, remembering how it used to be a picture of them, but decided to not question it as their picture had been replaced by a dog instead of something else. She went through his Instagram, scroling down the many direct messages, through his Imessages; where he texts the pogues a lot and through his Snapchat, only finding their private pictures in his ‘my eyes only’.

She released the breath she didn’t realise she was holding, shutting the phone off and letting it lay in its previous position. She smiled, secretly cursing at herself for ever doubting JJ. He must’ve been busy with his life, just-

Ding!

Involuntarily, (Y/N) picked up the phone and watched as Kie’s name appeared. She typed in his passcode quickly, trying to see what she needs so that she could try and help her with anything in case if it’s urgent. Her heart stopped for a minute when she saw her text.

Kie: You’re sleeping with her tonight?

Why would she even text him that?

(Y/N) sat up straighter, her fingers gliding across the screen in a swift motion.

wdym?

She watched as the typing signal appeared, biting the insides of her cheeks. She looked at the direction of the toilet again, hearing the blonde boy humming to a Nirvana song. She looked at the screen again.

Kie: You promised me you would be with me tonight

Kie: Just us two

Oh my god.

She could feel the hot tears coming in, but her bathroom door creaked open, so she threw the phone back to its initial position and cleared her throat, looking to the ceiling and randomly muttering words to herself.

“Huh?” JJ asked, looking at the direction she pointed. He saw nothing, and looked back to her.

“I said white’s not the color anymore. I think I’m changing it to grey. What do you think?” She asked, feeling her throat hurting. She cleared her throat again as JJ stared at the ceiling one more time, his face all scrunched up.

“I think grey’s okay?” He said, but it was more to a question. He took his phone and sat beside her, shielding his screen from her. She watched him from the corners of her eyes, silently interpreting his strange demeanor.

She cursed when it finally hit her; she hadn’t delete her text to Kie.

She bit her lips, curling her toes and randomly tracing circles on her lap. She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t see clearly, she couldn’t think.

How could she forgot to delete that one, single text?

“I have to go,” JJ stood up, slipping his phone into his pocket. (Y/N) looked at him, ready to ask if she could follow, but halted her action when he put a hand up.

“I’m seeing John B. Something about, um, Sarah stuff. Just me and Pope. The boys,” he muttered, clearly trying to tell her that he wouldn’t be bringing her to the Chateau. (Y/N) nodded, feeling her heart sank, because she finally understood everything;

The glances he would give to Kie in the HMS Pogue, the brief moments where he would put his hands around Kie’s waist when he tries to slip in between her and someone, the flirtatious laugh he’ll emit when she makes a joke - it all made sense.

(Y/N) used to think that it was all just friendly behaviour and how he had known her longer hence it must’ve been normal for best friends to do that. One thing that (Y/N) likes about herself is how she’s able to guess things correctly -

But she had never wanted to be so wrong about something before.

“You’re okay by yourself tonight?”

“Huh?” She finally looked up to him, seeing his blue eyes staring straight into her boring ones. “Yeah. I’ll be fine.”

“Okay,” he smiled, proceeding towards the open window to exit her bedroom. (Y/N) ‘s father would never give his blessings towards this relationship, so he had to enter and exit his girlfriend’s room through the window.

He hesitated before reaching the seating girl, placing a soft but immediate kiss on her cheeks. (Y/N) smiled weakly in return, not trusting herself to say anything.

How could he?

Ten minutes after his departure, (Y/N) quickly grabbed her father’s car keys before fleeing after a particular black motorcycle. She didn’t even think about turning the car radio on, and her mind was set on only one thing; JJ and Kie.

When she arrived at the Chateau, her fingers trembling and her hair all over the place from the wind while she was driving down the road, forgetting to close the window, she quickly made her way to their usual hanging out place.

Before she could enter the room, Pope’s voice interrupted her actions.

“(Y/N)? What the fuck are you doing here?” he asked, his eyes widening. He looked at her palm around the doorknob, and let out a nervous laugh. “You’re looking for JJ? He’s not here.”

She gets it now.

“Pope, I know,” was all she said before opening the door.

She felt her world shattering right after she was greeted with the sight of Kie on JJ’s lap, running her fingers through his blonde locks while she kissed him tenderly like (Y/N) always did. John B and Sarah were right next to him, cheering him on, but stopped when they finally looked up to the looming figure.

“Oh my god,” Kie exclaimed, pushing herself off JJ and fixing her hair. (Y/N) made a look, disgust filling every inch of her body as she quickly walked away from the scene, not wanting to hear any apologies or explanation.

None of that mattered to her; she just wanted to go home.

“(Y/N)!” she heard him yell, but she exited the Chateau as fast as her feet could take her, not stopping to look at him. She cursed when she couldn’t find the right key to open her door, her fingernails clanking against the metal.

“It was a dare!” JJ said, right after he reached her. He watched as she didn’t pay any attention towards him, still fumbling for her keys. “I swear! The kiss was just a dare!”

“Was the text a dare as well?” she asked, finally putting the right key into the keyhole and stepping into the car. JJ cursed and stepped aside, feeling drained and tired from the screaming.

Of course he didn’t send the ‘wdym’. He never like short forms, only using them when he is in the toilet and typing with his left hand. Why didn’t he realised this sooner?

“I’m sorry,” he said, but before he could say anything else, the girl drove straight towards the exit, away from him.

The worst part of all wasn’t about not having a chance to explain himself to get out of the mess he made, but it was when he saw the pained look on her face.

“Fuck!” he yelled, kicking a stone and making his way back towards the Chateau.

(Y/N) fingers scrolled down the many contacts in her phone as she tried to focus on the road simultaneously, and finally stopping when she reached the letter ‘R’ contacts.

She tapped on the first name under the R letter, putting the phone call on speaker and placing her phone on her lap. She shuddered, suddenly remembering the way she had found JJ and Kie in, but shook her head when his voice filled the atmosphere.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Rafe.”

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quindolyn · 3 years

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Weeks Without || Poly!Marauders

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A/N: Happy birthday @littlest-dark-age ! While this was not initially meant for you I loved it so much that I thought you might too and I poured a lot of effort into it, enough to show you how much I love you I hope. I think I like this piece! It felt good to write and I hope you all like it too.

Warnings: too long, that's probably the biggest one, angst, fluff, and smut. Slight dom/sub dynamics with dom Rem and Siri, sub Jamesie and maybe switch reader? Potentially just sub, I don't know I feel like any reader x James interaction I write, unless explicitly stated otherwise is at least a little bit dom reader because I project. Oral (female receiving), fingering, hand job, palming, little bit of humiliation. I tried not to include Daddy kink because I know not everyone's into it and I'm pretty sure if any of my stuff can have a daddy kink it does so I tried switching it up. Insecure reader

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As you approached the end of your time at Hogwarts there was a certain fear that bubbled up inside of you. Like the rest of your peers you had worries about what waited for you outside of Hogwarts, where you were going to live, what you were going to do? How you were going to pay your bills and if the person, or in your case people, you were leaving with were going to stay by your side.

You were sure that everyone with a partner shared the same worries you did, that being if your relationship was going to survive outside of the sheltered walls inside which it formed. For you your worries were multiplied threefold. You didn’t just have one person you were worried would tire and leave you, you had three boys.

They were all undeniably beautiful, there were days you couldn’t fathom how people as beautiful as them had chosen someone like you.

Despite their constant praise, the way they gazed at you during class and in the halls, the hugs and kisses they gave you any chance they had you still weren’t convinced that you were enough for them.

You tried not to show it, tried not to show the boys you loved so dearly how your insecurities were eating away at you. You were eating less, sleeping less, and even though you spent all your time bent over a book in the library, eyes racing over the pages your studies were suffering too. The time you spent in the library wasn’t so much to actually study so much as it was to avoid your boys, even being around them had grown painful. Worried that every kiss they gave you might be getting you closer and closer to the last had you nauseous.

You knew it was ridiculous but you couldn’t help the feeling from gnawing away at you.

Your boys weren’t stupid, though James often acted as though he was, they noticed you pulling back from them. On the rare occasions they were able to get you with them for more than the duration of dinner it was like you were stopping yourself from enjoying being around them.

You’d catch yourself smiling too wide and drawback. To them it was like clouds blocking out the sun, though they’d swear they would’ve preferred the absence of the sun over yours.

There were only so many ways you could avoid them and when it came time for sleep there was no escaping the giant canopy bed in James’ headboy dorm that could easily fit all four of you. It was probably the easiest way for you to be around them, because after a long day of classes and extraneous studying you were out the minute your head hit the pillow. There was no time for them to prod you about your day, ask you where you’d been during your shared free period.

You speedily made your way through your evening routine before the rest of them got to the room and were climbing under the covers as they finally made their entrance.

Tonight you hadn’t been as lucky, as you barreled into the cozy dormitory, decorated in a frankly nauseating amount of scarlet and gold. You entered to find your three boyfriends were already waiting for you sprawled throughout the room.

James sat on the sofa to the left of the king bed, long legs sprawled out in front of him, they were so long that his feet stuck off the end. With his hands clasped behind his head acting as a pillow, he would’ve been the picture of leisure had it not been for the crease between his brows while he conversed with the two other boys in the room.

Sirius sat curled up in Remus’ lap, nestled together on the loveseat; there didn’t appear to be an inch of space between the two of them. Usually when they were found like this it was as though neither of them had a care in the world, too wrapped up in each other to notice anything else that went on around them. This time was different, Sirius held one of Remus’ hands in his, fiddling with it while he gazed off into the air, eyes focusing on nothing in particular.

It wasn’t tension clouding the room so much as it was worry. Worry about you, worry about your relationship, worry about what they might’ve said or done to hurt you.

As you stepped into the room all of their eyes shot to your figure, ultimately finding your face as they tried to tell what sorts of secrets you were hiding in that pretty head of yours.

“Hi poppet,” Remus spoke promptly, knowing that allowing the silence to stretch on would only serve to worsen the situation.

“You guys are here early.”

Out of the corner of your eye you saw the furrow between James’ brows deepen at your response, you weren’t usually one to sidestep a greeting like that. Though in all fairness you hadn’t been acting much like your usual self lately.

“We’ve missed you puppy, feels like we never see you anymore,” It was Sirius who spoke, hands still fidgeting with Remus’ long fingers, finding the Marauders ring that he wore on his ring finger and sliding it up and down the appendage.

You answered with a noncommittal hum as you toed off your shoes, abandoning them by the door to the dorm before moving to the bed where you shrugged off the bag that had been weighing down on your shoulder all day.

Remus quietly eased Sirius off of his lap, helping him into James' open arms awaiting his arrival. Once the raven haired male was settled into the larger boy’s grasp, strong, muscled arms holding him close to his equally toned chest Remus made his way toward you where you sat, silently working on the buttons of your blouse.

“You want help with those, bunny?” Came the steady baritone of Remus’ voice as he stood a few feet before you, head cocked to the side while his hands were buried deep inside of his pockets.

“I’m fine Rem, I’ve got it,” The use of the nickname normally would’ve worked to lighten the worries that were swirling around in the boy’s head. This was counteracted by the despondency of your voice pulling each syllable downwards into mumbled murmur.

“I hate to say it but Siri’s right (Y/N), we don’t see you anymore and we’ve tried to ignore this weird behavior, thinking that it would pass but it hasn’t,” The lycan spoke as he made his way to the bed, sitting down on the mattress next to you but sure to leave a decent amount of space between the two of you, not wanting to spook you more than you had seemed to be.

You ignored his words, instead focusing your attention on unzipping your skirt, loosening the waistband allowed you to take a deep breath you’d been yearning for all day.

“Bunny, we just want to know what’s wrong, talk to us please.”

Lifting your eyes, lids heavy from the stress of the day, at Remus’ desperate plea you found the looming figures of your other two boys hovering over his shoulder. Fingers intertwined as both stormy grey irises and hazel ones gazed at you.

“Nothing’s the matter Remus, I’m just a little stressed out is all. It's nothing any of you have done.”

Technically that was true, it was nothing your boys had done directly that had caused you to pull back from them but still, a lie by omission.

“Bullshit.”

Each of your heads whipped to find the voice who had spoken, your eyes landing on Sirius’ form you found his sullen figure glowering, tucked into James’ side.

“Sirius come on,” Remus murmured, urging the boy to keep his mouth shut.

“No its such fucking bullshit, she’s been acting like this for weeks and I’m sick and fucking tired of her acting like a toddler.” The boy swivelled, redirecting his attention back towards you, “Stop it (Y/N)! Stop lying to us, stop pulling away, just fucking talk to us for fuck’s sake because I can’t fucking do this anymore.”

With each word the boy’s voice raised an octave and you watched James’ hold on Sirius’ shoulder tighten as though he could contain the flow of words that tumbled from his mouth.

It was all too much, the insecure thoughts that bounced around your head, the aches that had settled in your limbs from pushing yourself too hard on too little sleep, the distinct throbbing that resided behind your temples nearly every day by this time.

Then add on Sirius’ harsh words it was all too much.

“I can’t do this,” You mumbled, haphazardly redoing the buttons of the blouse that had been hanging off your shoulders before pulling your bag, abandoned just minutes ago, back onto your shoulder.

“(Y/N) where are you going?” The frustration in Remus’ voice was evident, he’d been so understanding and gentle the past few weeks but even he had his limits and he was not about to watch you walk away from them.

“My dorm.”

“Since when do you sleep in your dorm?” It was the first time you’d heard James’ voice since you entered the lavish dorm room. The hurt laced in each word was unmistakable, guilt at being the one to hurt the boy you loved so much served to twist the knife that was already planted firmly between your ribs.

For the first time in weeks you finally voiced the overwhelming thought that had been plaguing you, the thought that had caused you to pull away from them in the first place, “You’re better off without me.”

It seemed as though everything in the castle had stopped to listen on your conversation, you were almost certain you could make out the little figure of a portrait peeking its head into the gargantuan frame that hung on the furthest wall of the dormitory should Dumbledore need to call James out in the middle of the night to perform some headboy duty.

The room was so quiet as the boys, your boys, soaked in your words that you swore you could hear Slughorn all the way down in the dungeons, munching on the lavish pineapple that had been dropped off at his office a few hours earlier and that he had saved until now to indulge himself in.

“What do you mean poppet?” The crease between Remus’ brows matched the confusion so evident in his voice.

“I mean…” You trailed off as you felt tears well in your eyes, weighing down on your bottom lashes as they threatened to spill over. You couldn’t find it within yourself to meet any of their gazes, instead keeping your head downturned, eyes trained on your sock clad feet and you shifted your weight from foot to foot.

Before you could force yourself to look up you felt a strong, steady hand slip under your mandible, from the rough calloused nature of said hand you knew without a doubt that it belonged to James.

He slowly turned your visage upwards to meet his, heart crumbling as he took in your waterlogged optics, red and puffy, sunken in my large dark shadows that appeared to be frighteningly close to bruises.

“Why are you thinking that you’re not good enough for us angel?” He spoke, his voice cracking as he took in your heart wrenching appearance.

“Jamie,” You sobbed before throwing yourself into his chest, the barriers you’d erected between you and the rest of them crumbling as you saw the helpless look in James’ beautiful hazel eyes.

The fears and doubts that had haunted you for weeks were still there but you couldn’t find it within yourself anymore to listen to them when they told you to keep your space, to hide from the people you loved the most.

You clung to James’ broad shoulders, standing on your tiptoes so that you could throw your arms around his neck. You felt the weight of your satchel once again slip from your shoulder accompanied by a soft thud against the hardwood floor as one of James’ arms wrapped around your waist, the other slipping under your bum, landing on your upper thighs to support your weight as he carried you over to the canopied bed.

James kept you safely in his lap, sitting down with Sirius and Remus on either side of the two of you.

Even if any of them wanted to pry you off of James there was no way you were leaving the warm solace of his hold, the solidity of his thighs underneath you, the strong planes of his back sprawled out underneath your palms.

There was a comfort in all of it that you hadn’t realized you missed so much, you felt a pang in your chest as you contemplated the boy’s reaction to your insecurities. Would they confirm them, and these past weeks, which could’ve been spent in the exact position you found yourself in now, soaking up the comfort they brought you, had been wasted?

Though you were perfectly content to sit there, snuggled into James’ chest the boys wanted answers, and though they tried their best this was the most like yourself you’d been in forever and they were desperate for answers to their questions before you slipped away from them again.

“I’m sorry I yelled Princess I’ve just been so worried about you,” Sirius murmured, his hand gently sliding up your thigh to rest under the hem of the plaid fabric.

All you could offer the boy was a nod as you turned your visage to meet his, wiping your nose with the back of your hand, “It’s okay Siri-”

“No it's not,” He refuted empathically, his hand moving from your thigh to cup your cheek, dragging his thumb across your cheek bone in soothing circles, “If anyone else spoke to you like that I’d hex them into oblivion. I’m sorry.”

He leaned down, tilting your face ever so slightly upwards to meet your lips. As usual his were unnaturally and enviously red, tasting of smoke and the strawberry candy he stole from the pockets of James’ robes.

His lips brushed gently against yours, it was the first kiss the two of you had shared in weeks that wasn’t a quick peck as you passed in the halls or as you rushed away from them after breakfast. Understandably, he was in no mood to rush it.

You melted into his touch as his grip on your cheek tightened, keeping you from pulling away as he deepened the kiss, kissing with a sort of passion foregin to the both of you. Different from what you were used to, lust filled kisses as he ground your hips into his. This was a sort of apology from the both of you, sorry to have shied away from this for so long and he sorry for blowing up at you.

He kept his lips melded to yours for as long as possible before finally pulling away to suck in a deep breath, replenishing his depleted lungs.

“Gotta tell us what’s going on in that pretty head of yours baby,” Came Remus’s voice from the other side of Jamesie’s broad shoulders, lulling your head off of the one it rested on to meet his sympathetic eyes.

You felt a familiar panic bubble up once again in your throat at the thought of voicing all your insecurities, scenario after scenario running through your head going through all the different ways the boys could react to your theories.

Suddenly you felt like an idiot and felt your cheeks burn as blood rushed to them, resisting the urge to bury your face back in James’ shoulder you swallowed, “W-What if,” You stopped for a moment, sniffing and going to wipe your nose on the back of your hand you were stopped when Remus’ large hand wrapped around your wrist.

Slender fingers slipped a silky hanky into your palm for you to wipe your nose on and you smiled as you glimpsed the initials “RJL” stitched sloppily into it. This was no doubt done by James when he was laid up with a Quidditch injury and had taken up stitching, amongst other things.

“Thanks Rem,” You murmured as you swiped the soft cloth underneath your nose before slipping it back into his hand, you felt your cheeks burn, embarrassed to be handing him back the used, and admittedly grosser material, but ever the gentleman he paid it no mind.

“Now what was it that you were saying (Y/N)?”

You braced yourself, clenching the covers into your fists as you forced the words that had been swirling around in your head out, coming to terms with that there was no more delaying the inevitable.

“Are we gonna stay together once we graduate?”

It was conflicting having finally spoken those words that had tormented you for countless days, hours upon hours of pain and anxiety causing you unspeakable turmoil. It felt as though it was all lifted from your shoulders, you’d spoken the words, put them out there and they were no longer your pain to bear alone.

At the same time, they didn’t just exist in your head anymore. They were real and the people who mattered most had just heard them, their impending response only served to make you grip the sheets even tighter.

“Where’s this coming from angel?” James asked, confusion tightening up his voice.

“I don’t know,” You whimpered, “I’ve just been thinking and you all are so fucking beautiful and perfect, how am I supposed to keep up with you when we leave here. I already don’t deserve any of you. It's already bad enough in here with all the girls and guys fawning over all of you but how am I supposed to fair when you have the entire world at your fingertips?”

As they soaked in the meaning behind your words James’ arms tightened around you to the point of bordering on discomfort but it was so reassuring to be held that close, to know that that was the reaction your words had on them that you couldn’t find it within yourself to complain, only to hold him even tighter.

“Darling,” Sirius’ sympathetic tone was enough to shatter your already fragile facade and before you knew it there were fat teardrops sliding along down your soft cheeks.

You could feel your tears dampening the material of James’ old t-shirt but couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“I-I don’t wanna lose you guys,” You sobbed, letting all the pent up emotion from the past weeks flow out, coming off of you in waves as the knot that had been residing in your chest slowly began to unravel. Each tender caress of your back and stroke of your hair assisted in its efforts until all that was left was your heart. Which, considering that it had been tangled up in barbed wire, thorns piercing your heart with every beat, was in surprisingly good condition, still intact and pumping along.

“You’re not gonna lose us (Y/N/N), ever,” James promised into your ear, his chapped lips brushing across the shell of your ear.

“You can’t promise that,” You protested, words muffled as you spoke into his shoulder, “There might be someone else who you guys love more than me, who’s prettier and smarter and can keep up with you all. M not good enough for any of you and what if one day you realize that?”

“Don’t talk like that princess,” Sirius’ grip was steely on your forearm as he used it to get your attention, “I’ve spent my entire life being told I wasn’t good enough and the truth is that we aren’t good enough for you. I know what it feels like to feel like the people in your life deserve better than you but there is no doing better than you, no one else on this earth holds a candle to you my beautiful girl.”

As you took in each of Sirius’ words letting them heal the puncture wounds on your heart from being wrapped in thorny vines Remus spoke, “We love you more than anything puppy, the day you walked into our lives was the best day of my life and I can’t think of a world where any of us live without you. Especially outside of Hogwarts, things are gonna be just as scary for us as they are for you poppet and I know I don’t wanna do it without you.”

It felt good to hear that the worries you’d been obsessing over were really all in your head, that they really did love you as much as you loved them, but there was still one boy you needed to hear the words from before you could completely relax.

“I’m going to marry one day (Y/N/N), I’m going to marry all of you and we’re going to be Misters and Missus Potter. Remmy’s right, I don’t wanna ever wake up and not have you right there next to me. Mum and Dad say I have to wait till we’re settled and we have jobs and a place to live before I can propose but it's gonna happen bunny, I just hope you don’t realize we’re a pile of daft idiots before then.”

As a lopsided goofy smile quirked his lips upward you felt a similar force mimicking the movement on your own, “Even if you all are daft idiots, m’never gonna find anyone like you guys. My pretty boys.”

“You hear that mates? We’re her pretty boys, if I didn’t know better I’d say (L/N) has a little crush on all of us.”

“Oh sod off Siri,” You let out a watery giggle, gently nudging the boy’s arm as you looked up at him through water logged lashes.

“Is that true puppy? You like us?” Even though he was usually the most mature of your boys Remus’ mischievous side never failed to shine when he called on it.

“No,” You refuted, “I’m actually rather fond of Severus now that you mention it.”

You’d pulled away from Jamesie’s chest to be able to look at each of them but with your words you were harshly tugged back into him.

“Not funny,” The sullen boy murmured into your ear, “Ours, not Snivellus’.”

“Shhh s’okay bubba I know you love me,” You soothed him, tangling your fingers in his hair like you knew he liked.

“I’m so sorry bunny we ever made you feel like Snape loved you more, I never want you to feel like we don’t love you.” He squeezed you, “How can we make it up to you?”

“I just got in my own head is all,” You explained, “I was telling the truth earlier when I said that it was nothing any of you had done, just shouldn’t spend all that time alone with my thoughts.”

Sirius’ elegant hand started rubbing up and down your back as you all sat there, soaking in each other’s presence after so many weeks of turmoil. Each time his hand slipped lower and lower down your back till he was groping your ass with the palm of his hand.

“Do you believe us poppet?” Remus asked, taking note of Sirius’ hand on your bum, “You believe that we’ll love you till the day we die?”

You nodded your head, face still buried into James’ neck, “I know you’re telling the truth Remmy, it's probably just going to take a little while for my brain to start really believing it, I spent so long worrying about it that mt stupid brain is’nt just gonna start listening to me.”

Remus nodded as he brushed a piece of hair from your face, it was the answer he’d been expecting.

“How about we show you how much we love you puppy?” Sirius asked from your other side, hand sliding from your ass to your thigh before slipping underneath the hem of your skirt.

“What do you mean Siri?” You cocked your head to the side in a rather obvious display of your confusion.

Wordlessly he stood up and slipped you from James’ lap moving to the foot of the bed where he laid you out on your back. Your blouse hung open off your shoulders revealing your lace clad breasts to the man as his eyes raked over your body, taking in every curve and line of your body.

Starting on the cushiony pillows of your lips, red and raw from gnawing away at them all the way down to the soft lines of your thighs he took his time appreciating every millimeter of you before dragging his eyes back up to the hem of your skirt.

One graceful hand slid to the waistband, already loosened he bent down to press a kiss where the material had rubbed your skin raw over the course of the day.

As your panty clad center was revealed to him Sirius swiftly dropped to his knees, his eyes quickly darting to Remus over your left shoulder for permission for what he was about to. It was granted to him with a soft nod.

“What are you doing Siri?” You pondered as he slid your legs apart from each other, sitting up on his knees as he began pressing sloppy kisses onto the insides of your thighs.

Instead of getting an answer Remus spoke, his words directed to the boy between your legs as though his words would have no consequence on you, “You can mark her Sirius, let everyone know that she’s our pretty girl.”

His words sent a zap of excitement up your back as you remembered how good it felt to be their pretty girl. Something you hadn’t felt like in weeks.

You bucked your hips as Sirius’ lips ghosted over your pussy still hidden to him behind the lacy material that matched your bra, “I’m showing you how much I love you puppy,'' He responded to your earlier posed question, “Now come on, lift your hips f’me,'' He murmured as he slipped the panties along with your school shirt from your hips revealing your pussy to his hungry gaze. Sirius carefully pulled the garments from your legs before dropping them to the floor next to where he knelt.

Inching closer and closer to your cunt as he worked his way up your thighs leaving a trail of kisses in his wake he made sure to sink his teeth into the flesh at certain points, just hard enough that if he sucked he was sure to leave behind mouse shaped bruises. The thought of being marked by him caused a ripple of arousal to go straight to your core.

Once he was satisfied with the marks he’d left on your thighs the raven haired boy moved quickly, nosing your folds apart to breathe in your scent, even with the minimal stimulation you’d had you were already soaking, though Sirius often seemed to do that to you.

“Fuck,” You swore as his nose bumped your clit and you reached out to grab onto the bedding but found James’ hand instead, wrapping your hand around his middle and index finger as you scrunched your eyes closed.

“Pretty baby,” James cooed as he leaned down to smear a kiss across your brow, furrowed from pleasure, “Siri making you feel good?”

You nodded fervently as the aforementioned boy licked a broad stripe from your quivering, sopping entrance to your clit, lifting up the hood to suck gently as James often sucked on your tits. You smiled thinking that you might fall asleep that way tonight because you knew nothing made the boy quite as happy as both falling asleep and waking up with your tit in his mouth.

“Use your words puppy,” Remus’ voice sounded from your otherside and you whipped your head to face him wondering when he’d moved over there, “Wanna hear that pretty voice of yours.”

“Yes Remmy, feels so so good,” Your words hitched as Sirius slipped a finger inside of you, continuing to suck on your clit as he did so.

As you spoke your eyes wandered downwards and you were met with a familiar bulge having formed in Remus’ trousers. The werewolf’s gaze followed yours and smiled as his eyes landed on his crotch.

Your head quickly pivoted to the otherside finding a matching bulge in James’ trousers. A pang of guilt hit your heart as you hadn’t even thought about either of their pleasure, being too overwhelmed by your own as Sirius had thrown your legs over his shoulders allowing him to pull himself closer to your dripping, aching cunt.

Somehow your hand had found its way to Remus’ cock as you mindlessly palmed at his bulge as though that and that alone would work to help it escape from its zippered cage and into your awaiting hand.

“Can I have your cock Rem, please?” You begged looking up at him with wide eyes, fingers fumbling as they finally stumbled across the zipper.

“Course you can bunny,such a good girl asking me for m’cock so nicely, let me get it out for you.”

Remus expertly lifted his hips as he unzipped his zipper, sliding his trousers and boxers down to his mid thigh allowing his cock to spring free.

As his cock was revealed to you Sirius added a second finger into your pussy, curling it at just the right spot to hit the sensitive spot inside of you each and every time he thrusted his fingers. As he pushed the second finger inside of you you felt the distinct chill of metal, you gasped at the unique, though certainly not unwelcome sensation.

Glancing downwards you saw that the hand belonging to the arm that was pinning your hips to the mattress did not bear the signature Marauders ring they all wore proudly on their ring finger. Having his marauders ring thrusted in and out of you made you clench around his long, slender fingers, the extra stretch provided by the jewelry was impossibly hot.

The combination of seeing Remus’ cock, standing proud and tall as his tip, bright red, leaked pre cum onto his shaft and the extra stretch of not only another finger inside of you, but a ring, had you squeezing your legs around Sirius’ head.

Flicking your gaze down towards him you were met with Sirius’ eyes already on you and he circled your clit with his tongue. Much to your chagrin he pulled his head away from your cunt, smoothing his palm up your stomach as he smiled at you with the most sincere look in his eyes, “You’re beautiful like this puppy, so perfect all laid out for us, making a mess all over my face.”

Looking at the bottom of his face you saw the mess he was talking about, his mouth and chin were glistening with your slick. Before you could reply Sirius was diving back into your pussy, scooping his arms under your thighs to lift your hips so that he had even more through access to your pretty cunt.

Any breath you would’ve used to respond was pulled from you as Sirius’ tongue began working magic on your cunt, tracing it painfully slowly before abruptly speeding up.

Remembering the gift that had been bestowed upon you you grappled for Remus’ cock, quickly wrapping your hand around it and beginning to pump up and down, loving nothing more than the way he throbbed beneath your touch.

“That’s a good girl, so good at playing with m’cock, there’s a good girl,”

“Like this?” Your wide eyes stared up at Remus as you twisted your wrist pulling a strangled gasp from him.

“Yes baby, just like that.”

You were mesmerized by his cock as you watched the head disappear before reappearing from your fist as you worked up and down his shaft, your hand working along the natural curve of his prick.

A whiny moan from your other side broke your concentration as you turned your head to investigate it, never halting your movements up and down Remus’ member.

Your eyes fell upon James’ whimpering form, shifting uncomfortably as his eyes flickered back and forth between your hand on Remus’ cock, Sirius’ head buried between your legs and your face, pleasure plastered over your every feature. God you looked beautiful when you were getting eaten out.

Finally you settled on the raging boner visible through James’ trousers, it looked almost painful the way it was straining against the restrictive fabric.

“Aww Jamesie m’sorry, been neglecting your cock,” You mewled, the hand not on Remus’ cock moving to palm James through his trousers.

“That’s okay bunny, m’good just watching you, fuck you’re gorgeous.”

You threw your head back as Sirius pinched at your clit, his tongue and fingers having swapped places as he circled your tight entrance which was clenching around nothing, but who could blame you?

You were in ecstasy.

There was a familiar fire burning in the pit of your belly, one that had begun simmering the second Sirius had looked you up and down once having laid you down on the bed.

A small whimper escaped you as you felt James’ strong calloused hand grope your clothed breast over the mesh and wire cage you kept them concealed in because fuck did that feel good.

You turned your visage to view Remus, he was painfully hard now and you made sure to keep groping James on the other side of you as you quickened your speed on Remus’ cock.

“Merlin puppy that feels so good, our good puppy. I love you so much my love, so much,” His praise came as he tangled his hands in your hair, using his hold on your to direct your face up to view his. He looked angelic, beads of sweat forming on his hairline with clouded over hazel eyes and the most beautiful lips you’d ever seen that released haggard groans and breaths.

A whine tumbled from your lips at the praise, Remus was always the gentler out of your doms, James barely counting as most of the time he was on his knees with you ready to obey his next command, but his praise seemed to be affecting you more than you were used to. Not that you were complaining though, on the contrary, you were living for it as it spurred you closer and closer to orgasm.

You squeezed Remus’ cock as Sirius nipped at your clit, the sensation walking the delicate line between pleasure and pain but jarring nonetheless. You’d be lying if you said that it didn’t send a rush of arousal to the fire now beginning to roar in your belly.

The feeling of James and Remus’ cocks in your hands was oddly erotic and as they worked to ground you as Sirius pulled you further and further into bliss the holdon them, feeling every vein and ridge and twitch turned you on more and more and had you bucking into Sirius’ mouth.

“I’m gonna cum!” You screamed as Sirius sped up his ministrations on your pussy, sucking your clit between his lips as he mercilessly pistoned his fingers in and out of you.

“M gonna cum too,” James admitted, sucking in a tight breath as he wriggled his hips, resisting the urge to buck up as you lackadaisically palmed at his still clothed crotch, never having the time to properly undress.

The thought of cumming with James pushed you right to the edge to the point where you could barely form words, but knowing you’d need permission before you were allowed to cum you sought out the one person who could grant you such. “Can I cum?” You pleaded, turning your head to face Remus, “Please Rem let me cum please!”

“You gonna cum too Jamesie?” The lycan’s eyes were trained on James’ face, eyes wide as he watched your hand slip up and down Remus’ curved length.

Upon receiving his answer, a yes delivered in rushed nods, Remus turned back to you, “Yes baby, go ahead and cum for us, make a mess all over Siri’s face. Gonna look so pretty when you cum undone, such a pretty girl.”

That final praise tipped you over the edge, sending you into a bliss filled oblivion as warmth seeped to every nook and cranny in your body. You felt your legs tense and spasm as you squeezed your thighs around Sirius’ head, bucking into his face to get as much stimulation as possible because there was no way for you to get enough.

You distantly registered a string of curses leaving your lips as euphoria washed through your body, taking with it any little doubts and worries that hadn’t parted with the boy’s earlier kind words.

As your orgasm passed and you blinked your eyes open you found a lightness in your chest you hadn’t felt in months. All the wounds from being wrapped up in thorns so long seemed to have healed on your heart, to see you tested it out, letting a singular thought about the boys drift through your consciousness. You were immediately reminded of Sirius’ head still in between your legs, lapping up the slick that had made a mess all over the insides of your thighs, James’ softening prick under one palm and Remus’ still rock hard one in the other.

All those worries you had let occupy your thoughts for months seemed stupid and trivial as you remembered just how much your boys loved you.

“Well would you look at that,” You were pulled from your thoughts by Remus’ voice, following his gaze to James who sat resting on his hands, panting, with an unmistakable stain fresh on the front of his trousers.

“Did Prongs cum in his pants?” Sirius simpered, also huffing, though for completely different reasons as he lifted his head from your cunt, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. The seemingly normal sight sent a shiver up your spine but you quickly shook the thought away.

You nodded your head as your eyes caught on the stain on the front of his trousers but no one seemed to notice.

James’ cheeks were burning bright red as Remus came up behind him, brushing the hair out of his face as he leaned down to press a kiss to the crown of James’ head.

Remus helped the submissive boy to his feet, all the while murmuring quiet praises you couldn’t hear from where you laid until one was spoken loudly enough for your ears, “Come on bubba lets get those boxers off,” The sandy haired boy prompted, “Show (Y/N/N) how pretty you think she is, she made you cum in your pants, I don’t think any of us have ever done that before have we?”

James shook his head as Remus quickly undid the zipper on the other boy’s trousers. The taller boy kneeled to help him step out of his trousers and boxers, leaving him naked from the waist down.

It was an undeniably hot sight, James’ half hard cock resting against his toned thigh, both covered in his cum from his untimely release.

Your eyes were pulled up to Remus as he let out an appreciative hum as he inspected the ruined boxers in his hand.

He slipped onto the bed next to you, “Come on puppy sit up f’me,” Opening his arm for you to settle into his side.

“And you Jamesie,” He prompted, patting his thigh for the boy to sit on. As James settled onto the hard plane of muscle Remus’ still throbbing erection poked into his back, the leaking head smearing precum along the boy’s toned back.

Sirius settled in behind all three of you, peering over your shoulder at the soiled boxers, one hand resting on your shoulder and the other on Remus’. You melted under his touch and snuggled ever closer into Remus’ side, turning your head to press a kiss to the back of Sirius’ hand.

“Y’made Jamesie cum without even taking him out of his pants puppy, can you believe that? That’s how fucking sexy we all think you are, made him cum without even directly touching his cock princess.”

“S’like you’ve got super powers,” James interjected, his eyes trained on you, “Your hand angel, its magic.”

You chuckled at his choice of words, whether or not you were intentional you doubted but it made them all the more cute.

“It’s so pretty,” You murmured, running your index finger through the sticky mess before bringing it up to your lips, sucking it completely clean as you couldn’t get enough of James’ perfect taste. “You taste really good Jamesie.”

The boy at the center of your current conversation turned, hiding his head in the crook of Remus’ neck mumbling a “thank you” into the delicate scarred skin.

“Don’t need to be shy,” Sirius crooned, out of character with the gentleness in his tone, as he combed his fingers through James’ dark tresses, “It’s fucking unbelievable how hot it is.”

You smiled at the delicate interaction between the two boys as James looked up at Sirius with wide eyes and puckered his lips, silently demanding a kiss. It was a demand Sirius was all too ready to obey as he dipped down, sealing James’ lips with his.

As he pulled away he caught you staring at him with want etched all over your face, “Don’t worry puppy,” He simpered, moving to cup your face in his hand, “You can get a kissie too.”

His tongue brushed against the seal of your slips as he deepened the kiss before abruptly pulling away, not wanting to get himself any more wound up than he already was.

“My beautiful girl,” He murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he smiled down at you.

“You two need to get cleaned up,” Remus spoke as you and Sirius gazed at each other, “You, especially Jamesie, made quite the mess of yourself.”

James whined at the subtle comment but aside from that made no other objection.

You on the other hand had other, more pressing worries.

“But what about you, Remmy? You’re still hard and Siri hasn’t even been touched yet, need to get you two off,” Your words came out frantic at the prospect of leaving two of the men you loved so much unsatisfied but Remus was quick to quell your worries with a soothing kiss to your hairline.

“Don’t worry poppet, Siri and I will take care of each other while Jamesie runs a bath for the two of you, yeah? We’ll be right in to join you, have a feeling neither of us are going to last all that long.”

You were reluctant to agree after how amazing you’d been made to feel by your boys since you’d arrived at the dorm and the thought of leaving two of them to take care of each other was frustrating, your frustration did not outweigh the pleasure a warm bubble bath promised and in the end you crumbled.

“Fine.”

“Good girl,” Remus extolled as James slipped from his lap and stood before you, arms open and ready to engulf your significantly smaller figure.

You all but leapt into his embrace, loving the way his strong arms could so easily support you.

“Come on angel,” He cooed down at you, “S’bath time.”

Remus and Sirius waited until the two of you had entered the adjoining bathroom before leaping to their feet, their hands quickly finding the other’s chest desperate to pull another close.

James kicked the door closed behind him but not with enough force to fully close the door, the room beyond it was still visible through a small crack.

Through the crack in the door you were able to see Remus and Sirius and even over the roar of the running water James had started that was slowly filling the ginormous bathtub that sat at the center of the room you could make out the words that fell from their lips.

“You’re gorgeous mon chéri,” Sirius muttered against Remus’ shoulder as he tugged on Remus’ cock, the two boys had made quick time and Sirius’ aching member was already in Remus’ palm.

“Just as beautiful as both of our babies.”

“Impossible.”

“Shut up and cum for Godric’s sake,” The smaller man whined, “I want a bath.”

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husbandohunter · 3 years

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Dear Father [Genshin Impact/Diluc x Reader]

Synopsis: Wherever you are wherever you may be, even if you are beyond my reach, I only wish to see you again. -from a letter lost in the wind.

(A story where you and Diluc somehow managed to meet Crepus)

Genre: all fluff

"I know how late I am to father's day but here's my father's day take on Genshin Impact! Just let Diluc be happy for once T_T Mihoyo pls."

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Discovering Master Crepus' old belongings was like wandering in a domain surrounded by ancient artifacts. Each piece holding the memory of someone you've never met.

The paintings. Master Crepus loved to paint. Typically birds were the main muse of this portraits since they deeply embodied Mondstadt's values for freedom which shows you how much he cherished this city just like his son did. In almost every hallway you walked through there was a collection of his paintings, some belonged to another artist but the majority was an original work. Diluc didn't have the heart to sell them.

Elzer. He was one of the oldest workers who served under the Ragnvindr name, ever since Master Crepus had appointed him during his earlier days. You were told that he treated everyone, both staff and noble, with equal respect. Almost all the denizens of Mondstadt knew this man for he was not only noble in riches but also in the soul.

"I'm sure he would have loved to meet you in person. Now that I think about it, you and Master Crepus are quite similar. Haha, it seems that Master Diluc was selective in terms of who he wanted for his future bride."

Elzer adds with a light chuckle but the statement only made you more curious. A man who affected the lives of so many others, he must have been a wonderful person.

Diluc. The bloodline Master Crepus left behind after his death, a piece of himself and the heir to the whole wine industry, his son Diluc. Although you could see the resemblance in appearance, both of them were men of prinicples and values, putting Mondstadt first before anything else and you suddenly realized if that was the reason why Diluc was so protective of this city. As if, it were everything he had? You could tell he loved Master Crepus very much, not because he said so, rather the painful expression buried deep within his crimson glare whenever someone brought up the topic. Diluc was skilled in hiding himself, it's something he practiced over the years of working alone, though he lowered his guard as long as you were the only one present.

Even so, he had many conflicts still wringing him internally and you didn't want to push him until the day he felt ready to personally tell you himself.

But it would be nice if he opened up, just a little bit.

There were times when you would worry since Diluc had the tendency to hide his feelings for the sake of not troubling you. He wanted to keep life simple and bright, bringing the best to the table while making sure that you lived safely out of harm's way. You couldn't seem to get him to understand that as lovers, you would be happy to help him, in anything. Unconditionally. It was natural for you to feel the need to force yourself in every once in a while and there was nothing more you wanted to know than the story of the man who raised him.

You would even jest on the idea of what it fel like to meet Master Crepus in person. Were you able to reach his standards by any chance? Would he have liked you just as everyone claimed? Of course, they were only silly indulgent thoughts so you quickly dismissed them in the end. Bringing back the past was impossible no matter how badly you wanted it. You closed your heart on that possibility.

On a lovely evening, while you and Diluc were taking your time off Angel's Share to make a stroll around Mondstadt's quiet streets, a strange merchant called over to you. She displayed various antiques ranging from different sizes to designs, none of them seemed to haven been carved in the same place but distinct cultures throughout Teyvat. The only thing they had in common was that they were all equally beautiful to the eye.

However a particular item of what looks like to be a heart locket snatches your attention and you instantly became mesmerized, allured by it's mysterious charm.

"Ah, the locked heart caught your fancy, my lady? It's said once you open it, you will be set free."

"It's magnificent..." you muttered, staring unabashed at the shining surface.

Diluc who was observing from behind folded his arms and tilts his head, "How much is that?"

Although you intended to simply inspect the choices, your lover immediately offers to pay. They all already gave the impression of a hefty price and you didn't want him to spend his fortune on things that deemed unecessary. Still, this wasn't the first time it happened. Diluc would always insist whenever you protested against him from buying anything, it was just a way of expressing his affections towards you. Mora was never a problem and you were priceless. That's how he sees things. You had to remind yourself to be careful when stumbling upon a bustling area full of salesmen next time.

"Five hundred thousand mora."

He purchased it without hesitation.

On your way home, Diluc noticed that something was amiss. You couldn't tear your gaze from the locket as if it had hypnotized you by the golden smooth surface. He had to ensure you didn't run into anyone by accident, tugging your arm closer so that it gave him an opportunity to lead you where you yourself could not. Surely it must have been the appearance but instead of being drawn by, you were drawn in. Completely.

I wonder...what will happen if I open it?

"(Y/n)?" Diluc narrows his eyebrows together. Did you like it that much? No, he knew you weren't the type to be so etranced by jewelry, this was certainly different. Even the merchant seemed a little suspicious when she approached you and Diluc couldn't ignore the heavy sense of aminosity that was emitted around her aura. He couldn't think within her presence but now that his mind was much clearer, he was able to use his skillful judgements.

"Wait...! Don't open it yet-"

However, he was too late.

The wind picks up at an alarming speed and you both brought up your arms to block the debris that had flown in the way. They swirled in non-stop motion until your worlds were engulfed with not even the sky in sight. Amidst the turmoil Diluc latchest onto you and holds your body close his chest as he was determined to protect against any force that dared to hurt you. Something heavy knocks his head and he winces, tighting his hold even further. Your voice could hardly be heard with all the noise that rung around and eventually you discovered the the world wasn't disappearing. You both were.

The last thought you had was the image of Master Crepus and you didn't know why.

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"Diluc? Diluc?"

He faintly heard his name through a series of echoes. Diluc fights to regaind concousness, feeling your grip upon his shoulder while trying to urge him awake.

"Diluc are you alright?"

Your worried face was the first thing he sees other than the fog that looms above. Diluc blinks a few times in an attempt to ease his migraine, using one arm to force his body into a seating position as he allowed himself to be supported by you at the same time.

"Does your head hurt?" You ask, palming gently against his forehead to feel the heat. Even if her was usually very warm, there was no unusual rise in tempurature, something must have hit him instead, "Here, maybe this will help."

Bringing out your hand you concentrated on generating the water through your fingertips. Having a hydro vision meant you were capable of healing magic which Diluc appreciated since he often came home late at night with injuries hidden behind his sleeves. But nothing came out and he became even more suspicious of the situation.

"Eh? What's going on?" You blurted out, patting down your clothes and your pockets, "My Vision, it's gone too!"

"Mine as well," Diluc flexes his fingers to test his own element, "It seems that our powers were sealed once we entered this domain."

"A domain that prevents you from using a Vision? That doesn't sound very comforting," you scratched your head, suddenly remembering the cause of your current problem, "The locket...it's all starting to make sense now. Ugh, I should have listened to you earlier, I'm sorry Diluc."

"No (Y/n), you don't have to apologize," he interjects and you returned a curious glance, "I should have stopped you the minute I discovered there was something strange. I was too careless."

"You felt that too? I thought I was the only one," your tone and face mimics one of surprise. The fog continues to dance around, enclosing the two of you to the small area. You lifted your head and looked above in deep contemplation, "When I saw the locket I couldn't tear my eyes off of it, like something was pulling me in. Like...there was a spell casted on it."

"What do you mean?" he asked in an inquisitive manner.

You nod, "I can't put my finger on it bit Ifel that the locket wanted me to..." balling your fist upon your lap, you stared intensely at the floor as if drilling holes into them while digging into the depths of your mind for any specific clues. Initially you thought the locket was so captivating that you were simply charmed by it's craftmanship. But tere was more than that, you began deciphering, there was also a need for fulfillment. A yearning desire, "to know. The locket was calling me to know."

'Once you open it, you will be set free.'

"To know..." you trailed off. How strange. No matter how much you tried to rationalize, you were always brought back to the same square as if the locket knew exactly what you wanted. What you were lacking. Because the one thing you wanted to know most about was the person you've never met, "Someone very important to you."

The fog dispersed.

Diluc instinctively puts an arm in front of you defensively as he scanned his quick and thorough eyes around the area. It didn't take long for him to know exactly where everything was. In fact, the abrupt change isn't what puts him on high alert, but it was how familiar everything looked to the point he evaluates if there was any reason to be skeptical or if he should be breathtaken.

"What a beautiful house," However you didn't recognize it. Diluc knew because he had yet to meet you during the time he lived in this estate, "I wonder who does it belong to?"

"Father's old mansion...how?" Diluc breatlessly mutters, as if seeing the supremecy of Celestia for the first time. When years passed after his father died, he chose to sell off the majority of his belongings, the mansion being on for example. Currently it was in the possession of a well-known business associate that used to be a friend of Crepus. The mansion would likely have looked much different due to the renovations it gone through but Diluc remembers the picture as if this were yesterday. Everything was in tact. The vine yard, the gazebo where they drank tea, the hill that he and Kaeya used to race on when they were kids-

Revelation burns in his pupils as his eyes expanded.

"Welcome home, my son."

Both you and Diluc fall wordless at the sight that appeared like a miracle's blessing. Crepus stands at a distance, the graceful smile complimenting his warm features. He looked exactly how the court artists portrayed him in the Ragnvindr's family picture. Sharp face with gentle eyes and an aura that was as pleasant as what Elzer described.

"So this is why the locket was calling to us," you whispered, "I guess the mora really was worth it after all."

"...Fa...ther...."

You snuck a glance at Diluc. From behind the resemblance was as clear as dawn, like you were staring at a carbon copy of Master Crepus himself. Almost. He was a less hardened version of Diluc during uncommon situations. It made you think just how much you didn't know before his father passed away. What kind of person was this man during his days as a knight? You never had the chance to know.

"Father is that really you?" Diluc couldn't help his voice from trembling, paralyzed in place when he could hardly make sense of what stands in front of him. The person he longed to hear from, the person who left the world too quick, Diluc was afraid to get his hopes up in case his father suddenly disappeared and everything was just an illusion conjured by his mind. He was already used to being betrayed and dealt with disappointment too often. Which is why he learned to trust only himself. But, right now, can he really trust himself?

Feeling your hand gently on his shoulders, Diluc was brought back to reality. You smiled with warm reassurance that bled into your voice, "It's okay Diluc. Go, I'm here for you."

There was the faintest light shining in his eyes as emotions swell in his chest. Ever since you came Diluc never had to feel alone anymore, truly, you were the light that was brought back into his eyes, to his life when he gave up the thought of seeing it again. If he couldn't trust himself then at the very least, he could trust you.

"Thank you," he embraces you wholly like you were everything, and you were, before letting go and taking off to the otherside.

The air hits him in a rush and knocks the ones out of his lungs, "Father!" Diluc yells with tearful eyes. For the first time in a long while he was finally letting his feelings run free, "Father!" A name that felt foreign upon words that is pushes him forward, wanting to claim the truth that was smiling from afar.

"Father!"

Crepus lifted his arms and openly catches Diluc when he crashed into him. Here. He was here. He certainly was.

"Haha its been a while hasn't it my son?" He begins, encasing Diluc in a hug like he did the day he turned eighteen. Crepus was a tall man and his genes seemed to have went through. Back when they were younger, Diluc managed to only reach the blade of his shoulders, just barely. Now they were practically the same height, "Look how much you've grown over the years. There were so many things I planned to say but I don't know where to start."

Seven years. That was how long Crepus spent alone with his thoughts. He saw what happened through that time span, the truth about the Knights and Kaeya's origins. To say that none of that bothered him would be a lie. Especially when his son was the most impacted throughout all the events.

"Father I...I-" Diluc tries to speak but the words dissolved the moment it reached his tongue. He wasn't the type to be very good at expressing emotions. None of it could simply be communicated by sentences. For him, actions spoke louder yet somehow, they still wouldn't be enough. Nothing can comprehend the weight of seven years.

Crepus seemed to have understood and fills in the gap instead, "I have also missed you and Kaeya. More than I can even say. It must have been so hard for you both to endure it all by yourselves. Life hits us when we least expect it but despite that, you still chose to persevere."

Diluc clenches his hold, face buried in his shoulders and mouth quivering as he barely answers, "Yeah."

"You're both my pride and joy no matter what happens, as a father I cannot be more proud," before knowing, everything that was said came out naturally from his spirit. Crepus may have his own set of things to share but he knew what Diluc needed the most, "So please don't stop relying on one another, don't always think that you have to do everything alone. Stength is a virtue. However, its okay to let go and allow new people to come into your life. I don't need to be avenged, as long as you and Kaeya are happy, its all I ask for."

As if the world had been lifted from his shoulders, Diluc allows himself to break just this once. On the outside, he was known to be an unstoppable force, the Mondstadt tycoon, the uncrowned king and a hero who serves at night. But here you saw only a boy who dearly missed his father as he hugs him tightly. Although you couldn't hear their conversation clearly, just watching them from where you stood was enough to make your eyes glisten from pure happiness.

"You finally chose to open your heart, right Diluc?" You quietly note to yourself, "You don't have to carry everything by yourself anymore, you're free."

'Once you open it, you will be set free.'

He was able to dwell in this one in a lifetime experience, all because you unlocked the heart and dispersed the fog inside.

They spent a good amount of minutes bringing the distance back together after being seperated for so many years. You made sure to make minimal movements in the consideration of their time. It was only temporary until Crepus noticed you standing in the distance and he gave you a quick glance. Your whole body tenses in response, suddenly feeling guilty as if you were a third wheel who didn't belong in the moment between two family members.

He's staring at me. Diluc's father is staring at me! Your thoughts panicked along with your thrumming heart. What should I do?!!

"I see you've brought someone along with you," He comments, the playfulness rising in his tone, "She seems to have been waiting for quite a while already. If you don't mind, may you do the honours of introducing her to me?"

Diluc turns to see you stiffened in place with your hands tightly clasped below your stomach and heat pooling from your ear to your cheeks as you dipped your head down. His father was a kind man and he couldn't understand there the discomfort came from, yet found it endearing nonetheless. Diluc walks over to you and extends his hand, silently urging you to come with him. You complied, albeit hesitantly at first.

"It'll be okay my love," he whispered softly, causing you to be taken aback by the nickname he called you by. Diluc often reserves them for special instances and this was one of them, "Whatever the staff told you about my father, they're the truth. Trust in their judgement. Trust in me."

"Diluc..." you say, voice fading. You knew him to be someone who always kept his word and someone who would never lie to you. Taking in a short breath, you nodded, "Alright, I will," and followed his lead.

There was once a time where you indulged in the idea of facing Master Crepus in person. But never did you prepare yourself for the amount of pressure it came with. Now that you were together with his son, there was a high chance that he would also become part of his family too, sooner or later. You weren't just meeting Master Crepus. You were also meeting your future father-in-law.

"Father, this is (Y/n)," Diluc starts the welcoming exchanges. You felt his hand squeeze yours gently. He turns to you so that you caught glimpse of his face, seeing the reverance in his gaze that was hinted among his handsome features, "She's the woman I fell in love with and I would do anything to make her happy. I cherish her more than anything else."

"D-Diluc!" you flushed, your embarassment as red as his own hair. But he wasn't bothered by it in the slightest.

"I only speak the truth."

Master Crepus lets out a content chuckle, drawing both of your attentions back to him, "He can be surprising poetic sometimes but I'm sure that he got it from me. Even my wife reacted the same way," he reminisced shortly before sighing, "In truth I already knew that you were together. Staying in the after life gave me the chances to watch things from an omniscient standpoint, I was sincerely worried how Diluc would handle things when I suddenly left, I hope you don't mind. If you do, I apologize for making you uncomfortable."

"N-Not at all!"

"Haha, you're very kind. Thank you. I'm glad that my son was able to find a woman like you to be his fated partner. As a parent, it brings me great reassurance," Crepus remarked, "I know he can be stubborn and a little too headstrong when it comes to making decisions. It really must be a handful for you to deal with at times but I promise you that he means well. So please continue to watch over him in my stead, take care of my son while I'm gone."

"You can count on me," you beamed, "I'll give it my all."

"You have my gratitude (Y/n)," Crepus replies and turned to Diluc, "And listen to her every once in a while. I may have been the previous owner of our wine industry but even I always make sure to get me sufficient amount of rest. Son you know its bad to get two to three hours of sleep every day."

You blinked, "Two to three hours?"

Diluc clears his throat, "I understand Father. You don't have to say it."

Oh I think he does.

With a satisfied grin, Crepus took both of your hands together in his and gave you his blessings. The man once considered to be an artifact through the vast mansion was going to be part of the memories in your life. All of your expressions held as much happiness as the future can become now that he gave you the closure you both needed.

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unohanadaydreams · 3 years

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This was originally an ask I answered quite a while ago that I’ve gone back and edited. It went from 1k to 1.6k words so it’s been significantly reworked, so much so that if you’ve read it before, it’s enough of a new piece that you’ll hopefully enjoy reading it again! I’ve edited the original ask to reflect all changes, but believe me--it’s been through a transformation.

But, yeah, I’ve gotten quite a few asks for hurt/comfort Ukitake so this is an offering for all of you!! He only suffers a lil bit. <3

so close and yet so far from death [1.6k]

Jushiro Ukitake x Reader:

Falling to her knees, Kiyone pressed her blubbering face against the thin door. “He won’t tell us! Not a thing,” she said, like she was struggling to contain a sob.

Sentaro’s arms circling around her waist, he tugged her to a stand.

“We tried our best.” Despite his eyes holding yours, it seemed more a reassurance for the down trodden Kiyone leaning against him.

Your smile was soft when it lifted.

When had they ever failed at keeping their captain first in their hearts and minds?

“Of course, you did,” you said, trying to infuse your thanks into a tender tone. “Thank you for your efforts.”

Relieving them from their post with a squeeze to Sentaro’s shoulder and a ruffle of Kiyone’s hair, you pressed on.

And immediately crouched to the floor, your fingers smoothing over the warm knit blanket tossed in the entry way, your heart squeezing.

Oh, Jushiro.

You smothered your face in the blanket. Breathed in his scent. Desperate to collect yourself with arms full of buttery soft yarn. You waited, crouched and tense, for the knot of tears that pricked at your throat to loosen and dissolve away.

The growing sadness only made the tears spill. How hypocritical of you--wishing Jushiro would see more than pity in your actions, while you paused here…pitying you both.

With a soft determination, you nodded, brushed tears from warm cheeks.

“Right!” Using the momentum of your renewed hope, you hoisted yourself up, wrapped the blanket around your shoulders, and toed off both your sandals. Your thoughts of ‘poor Jushiro’ left in the doorway with them.

The blanket hugged you, warm and comfortable as you padded across the tatami mat to the backyard. You might have paused longer without the yarn-spun shield--near dead, with Fall smoothly moving to embrace Winter, the garden looked unwelcoming.

The chill of stepping outside slapped at your exposed face in uneven bursts of wind, but you persisted, fingers foisted in the blanket.

You seemed to spot him all at once, as though the slump of his frame had camouflaged him. His bleak mood folding him into the similarly blanched surroundings.

He was without his captain’s coat. The thin, faded kimono he often wore to bed was all that shielded him from the wind’s bite. Strands of his long, bone white hair lifted, like the wind was a mouth, tugging.

You kept your feet steady despite the worry, unsure if the deep concern you felt would cause him to flee; a deer bolting at the first crunch of underbrush.

“Jushiro,” you said. Your voice tensed his shoulders, caused his head to jump as though roused from thought.

Your arms de-tangled from the wool and draped it over his shoulders before you sank beside him. “Your lieutenants are sulking like puppies, you know.”

“Hm. They should be used to it by now,” he said in a melancholy tone that you struggled to hear. Jushiro never spoke about the silly tag team who constantly trailed him like that.

‘Patience be damned,’ you thought. Groaning loud and forceful you smacked your cold hands against your equally frost licked cheeks. “I can’t do it!”

Jushiro finally turned to you, eyebrows raised.

“I can’t stand seeing you so down on yourself,” you carried on, the steam of your outrage warming you, causing your breath to puff in white clouds. “And I’m not leaving until you talk to me!”

He winced, a bitter twist raising his lips at the sight of your hand grabbing for his. “I couldn’t get through the proposal.”

“It was just bad timing.”

His gaze retreated, moving to track flashing scales of sluggish, well-fed koi instead.

“Yes, exactly,” Jushiro croaked. “What if it’s always bad timing? Will you be so understanding when it’s our wedding day that I’m coughing up blood at?”

Your hand tightened around his, rubbing at his pale, thin fingers. “Of course,” you said, trying to contain your frustration. “Jushiro, I love you. I love all of you. Not just when you’re healthy or when life is easy.”

His dark brown eyes met yours for a breathless moment before his hand squeezed back and he laced your fingers together. “You deserve someone like that, -chan. Someone healthy. Who makes life easy.”

You couldn’t have shaken your head with anymore force, wishing you could smash your forehead against his and force every ounce of your feelings through his thick skull. Jushiro’s determination to upend your point tightened your throat.

“No,” you said, voice quivering in frustration. “I deserve the man who proposed to me because he loves me so much he wants to spend his life with me!! I--”

His arms were tugging at your back before you could speak further. Your deep, shuddering breath sucked the cotton fabric against his chest to your lips as you began to cry in earnest.

There was nothing to do but say it once more--”I love you, Jushiro. I do.”

“Oh,” he said, so mournful in his regret. “My dear.”

“Am I?,” you sobbed. “Then why can’t I be your wife, too?”

His hair tickled at your ears as it cascaded over you, his chin sharp against your scalp. “You are--oh, you are.”

He called your name, then again, and again, each utterance more bare than the last. “It’s just like me to forget how far pride forces you from others, isn’t it.”

Jushiro’s lips pressed to the top of your head, the chill of his own tears pooling between the kiss. The proof of his hurt did nothing to satisfy you. But your crying slowed, your arms hugging him, hands meeting behind his shaking back.

“Yes, but you understand now, don’t you? You’re not a sickness I need shielded from.”

Arms almost crushing, he held you tightly, for long minutes that were marked only by soft crying and whistling wind. “Thank you,” he managed after his body had grown steady.

Your tears wet his kimono in a warm pool of relief as he rubbed firm circles against your back. Your hands clutch at his sides, pressing to feel the warm of his body.

“Forgive me, please. I’m just so used to...”--Jushiro grappled for words and you waited for him to wrestle the correct ones down--”keeping it hidden. Only being sick behind closed doors, away from everyone, and coming back when it’s through. There doesn’t seem to be any room for that kind of separation in marriage.”

“No,” you agreed. “I wouldn’t want there to be.”

Tentative, almost too low for you to hear anything but the vibration of his chest, he said, “I don’t want it to be that way either.”

“So, if you understand” you sniffle, muffled by fabric and skin and salty tears, failing at light-hearted. “Are we still getting married?”

Jushiro pushed at your shoulders until you felt the wind drying your tears in a cruel chill. His thin hands cupped your face, thumbs swiping at the damp tracks trailing your cheeks. You did the same for him. “-chan,” he sighed, tender and reassuring. “Would you marry a silly man like me? Through all my sickness and little bits of health?”

Puffs of visible warmth formed between your faces as you chuckled in pathetic, wet hiccups. “Yes. For the second time, yes.”

Jushiro relaxed fully in one large breath as he leaned forward to kiss you, both of you unbothered by the mingling tears wetting your faces or the briny taste of them shared between your tongues.

His hands cradled your back and pressed you fully against him as he deepened the kiss, his head canting to the side. The blanket fell from his shoulders. Tumbling from your reach as you locked your arms around his neck.

Your lips detached from Jushiro’s as a thump sounded from the porch, Shunsui’s voice registering seconds after.

“Well, what did I say, you two?”

Quick enough to bring spots to your eyes, you turned to see Sentaro’s body lying prone against the wood, his fingers shielding a blushed face. Both he and Kiyone looked mortified, yet unable to look away as Shunsui glided toward you.

“C-captain we-we just,” Kiyone said, her teeth chattering in anxiety as she squashed her face with clutching hands, fingers wide enough to allow her eyes an unobstructed view.

“We came to celebrate the newlyweds,” Shunsui interrupted, smoothly raising a large, elegantly decorated bottle of unopened sake. “But don’t let us interrupt you just yet. Sake’s always sweeter with a view, after all. And something tells me it was just getting good.”

Jushiro inhaled deeply as he hugged you close again, but his brown eyes were light, twinkling with humor. “I should thank you to keep that particular gaze away from my future wife.”

Freeing your head with a twist, you eyed Shunsui with a dramatized sniff, your own arms tight around Jushiro’s body. “Sorry, but that was the end of whatever show you were hoping for!”

Shunsui flopped boneless to the porch. With a wink, he began pouring booze into large drinking saucers and you couldn’t help but grin. “Maaa. Just my luck.”

“We’ll be going now, captain!” Kiyone bowed dramatically, tugging at Sentaro’s uniform with enough force to tug it loose from his obi, as she backed away. “We’re so happy for you!”

“Congratulations, captain! I’m the happiest I’ve ever BEEN for you!”

“Everyone’s going to be so excited!!”

“Kiyone! How dare you?! I would NEVER spread this information without our captain’s permission!”

“Wha--no! Captain, I meant when they find out! I would hate even MORE to spread your private information around.”

Your laughter warmed everything inside you. Jushiro’s arms holding you helping just as much.

Thanking them, you and he dismissed them with fond smiles that they took with them, their bickering explosive with relief.

As Jushiro pressed his lips to your cheek and led you to the porch, you were glad for both his and Shunsui’s hand helping you to kneel. Your soul felt so light, without them, you’d surely float away.

#jushiro ukitake #jushiro ukitake x reader #bleach x reader #bleach imagines #bleach fanfic #i may go back and do this for a few other of my longer pieces #but this one i've had in mind for a while because i SUPER rushed the original

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piecksz · 3 years

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another one. | (m)

pairings: connie springer x fem!reader x jean kirstein

warnings: nsfw, dub con, drunk sex, creampie, double penetration, public sex, possessive dominance, loss of virginity, anal sex, vaginal sex, fingering, slight humiliation, explicit language

words: 2.3k

summary: connie and jean take you out to a club as a change of scenery for you, but your careless fun quickly turns into a drunk hookup with your two best friends.

a/n: bear with me bc writing a threesome is hard as fuck but this has been sitting half-finished in my drafts for like two weeks and i needed it OUT!!

Jean’s back against the club’s door had the three of you stumbling out into the crisp air of fast approaching nightfall. The cold moved in only to meet your skin, made warm by the heat of your blood, the reaction to endless liquor you’d slugged until the bitter liquid began tasting like water.

You could feel the air moving through your lungs, squeaky and worrisome, as your jocund thoughts turned into dizzy confusion while Connie and Jean pressed you against the flat concrete of the wall. It only took one glance at Connie’s face, part desire, part mischief, to fully comprehend the situation you’d found yourself in.

Your soft cry was inundated with perverted laughter as Connie’s quick fingers hooked around the hem of your fitted dress, hoisting the fabric until it cinched around the bend of your hips. The frigid air was unforgiving as it lapped at the inside of your thighs, petting the exposed skin where Jean and Connie’s hands hadn’t touched.

“Come on, Y/N. Spread wide for us,” Connie soothed, mischievous hazel eyes polished with tangible lust, and once his silken lips attached to the hot stretch of your neck, you relinquished what little resistance you had and allowed your best friends to feel every curve and recess along your body.

Connie grinned lazily, grazing the tips of his fingers over the lace material that hugged the delicate skin between your legs. You parted them only slightly in response, the proximity of either men on your side hardly allowing you enough mobility. Connie’s movement was deliberate as he slid lithe fingers into your underwear, his touch skimming over your folds before dipping a finger between your slit to rub gently at your aching clit.

“God she’s so wet.” His voice was breathy as his trace traveled lower until his fingertip teased the outline of your cunt’s orifice.

“Yeah? You’re wet for us? What have you been thinking about, huh?” Jean questioned, his honeyed voice beckoning just below a whisper.

His mouth was warm against the taut side of your throat, drawing the tender skin between his teeth and sucking harshly, as though it was his intent to paint you with deep marks that would serve as a reminder that he’d been there. His hands moved swiftly in your periphery, sliding over the metal of his belt and unfastening it before impatiently tugging his cock out from the top of his black briefs.

Jean was already hard when he took himself in his palm, his swollen tip glossed with the glassy sheen of precum. He began working against his rigid length, slowly at first while he kneaded away the discomfort, and then his pace picked up until he was fucking the curve of his hand, lips sucking mildly at the bruised spots on your neck.

Your mind had been swimming since you three were on the dance floor, and you were moving wantonly with Connie and Jean as their tipsy hands roamed over your body, feeling you through the figure-hugging material of your dress.

You hadn’t been able to process what was happening fast enough, all you had been able to understand was that it felt nice, and your fog had caused you to forget what had happened in between.

Now your thoughts were inchoate as your brain tried to interpret what it could from your foggy vision, but seeing your friends bare and confident in their indecency didn’t help your disarray at all.

Your eyes drifted down to Jean’s hand, watching with parted lips while he flicked his wrist against his throbbing erection, and not that you’d previously given much thought to it, but he was bigger than you’d expected.

His skin was stretched tight over the expanse of his cock, thick and ribbed with veins, as he jerked himself off and moved in unrelenting strokes. Suddenly, your cheeks were aglow with embarrassment by your own drunk internal monologue.

Has he been hiding that in his pants the whole time?

“You’ve done a good job playing innocent, Y/N,” Jean teased, resting a sweaty palm at the base of your neck.

His grip was loose, but his partial strength was still enough to keep you constrained to the wall. His caress followed his stare and descended to your chest, palming over your breast before his fingers hooked around the fabric of your dress and your bra, pulling both down together to free a hardened nipple.

Your gasp bloomed as a pathetic whine that only intensified once Jean compromised his height, bending down to sweep his wet tongue over the stiff bead of your breast.

“You haven’t lost your virginity yet, have you?” Connie questioned, two fingers now perforating your tight hole.

You swallowed a desperate cry, your body writhing with the dual sensation of Connie’s fingers and Jean’s tongue. “No, not yet.”

Connie hummed. “Well, who better to lose it to than your best friends?”

Jean released your nipple from between his teeth to nod in concert. “Yeah, we’ll take care of you. Just relax.”

Your hands eased your tentative grasp on their forearms and traveled upwards so you could wrap your arms around their shoulders.

In one gentle pull you drew them in closer, sticky skin touching and sultry sighs marrying together, then you three locked eyes only for a moment, just long enough to reinforce the trust you held in them, and you nodded in submission.

“That’s it, good girl,” Connie praised, sliding his fingers into you once again, curling his digits against your tense walls. He flattened the heel of his palm against your clit, stimulating the swell of your cunt with the rhythmic twisting of his wrist.

Your skin began to tingle with a frenzy of static at the reception of your first orgasm, and the pit of your stomach gave host to the overwhelming buzz of ecstasy. Your breathing grew shallow and you shut your eyes with so much intensity that white dots flickered against the darkness of your lids.

“Please—” You begged to neither of them in particular, but your embrace on both of your friends tightened, and then your orgasm came as a technicolor blaze against your closed eyes.

Connie and Jean’s shifted to provide more support around your waist as your body went lax in their arms, and your unrestrained cry echoed slightly in the unguarded space of the alleyway.

“Fuck, you’re messy,” Connie remarked and withdrew his hand from between your thighs, an impish smile rippling across his languid expression, then he showed Jean the way your essence stretched into thin strings between his fingers whenever he spread them.

The two exchanged an unspoken counsel as though they both stumbled across the idea of how exciting it would be to watch you taste yourself off of Connie’s fingers, but then they waived their suggestion, figuring you weren’t yet ready to do something so obscene.

“Please, I need you guys so bad right now,” you pleaded once your rapture subsided, unaware of the vulgar fantasies that were brewing in your friends’ heads.

Jean’s hands toured over your partially bare chest to your sweaty thighs where Connie’s touch still lingered. “You want us to fuck you? How bad?”

“Badly, Jean. Please.” You looked at him from behind eyelashes damp with tears, and his eyebrows drew upwards in sympathy at the sight of you so tortured and desperate.

Connie quickly began unfastening the buttons of his pants, even with a slick grip. “You think you can take both of us at the same time?”

“Yes, please, just fuck me.” You exhaled heavily, quivering fingers trying to move the fabric of your underwear to the side, and once Jean detected your struggle, he dipped a careful hand between your legs to do it for you.

“Only because you asked so nicely,” he responded to your plea, then he bent down to wrap a long arm around the back of your knee.

He brought your leg up to his side, allocating your remaining weight onto your other foot, and your insobriety had you teetering for balance before Jean’s other arm enclosed around your waist and Connie’s palms rested on your backside to hold you up.

Jean’s cock entered you first, slowly stretching out your undefiled hole until your hips met his pelvis. He didn’t move while he gauged your expression, eyes wound tightly in discomfort and lips tightened to keep yourself from complaining about the soreness while you tried to adjust to the foreign experience.

“You okay?” Jean asked through a heavy grunt, and he sighed in relief when you nodded and began undulating your hips back and forth gently against the stiffness of his length.

“I’m okay,” you murmured through a subtle grimace.

“Are you sure?” Connie added over your shoulder, sensing the way your muscles tensed. “Loosen up, it’ll hurt more if you tighten up like that.”

Your ears began to smolder with heat at your lack of experience. Jean and Connie now unexpectedly treating you as if you were fragile made you lean forward until your head rested shyly against Jean’s shoulder. “I said I’m fine,” you stressed.

Connie nodded, taking your words for what they were, and his hands reassuringly stroked the skin of your ass before he sunk himself into you from behind, eliciting a quiet whimper from your trembling lips.

The duo gave you a few generous seconds for you to attune yourself to their size, and then they began to move, rocking their hips upward into you with even-paced movement until your body was oscillating with the force of each thrust.

Your lightheaded whimpers provoked Jean and Connie, and each fraught cry resulted in the quickening of their tempo.

“Look at you taking our cocks so well,” Connie praised, his heavy breath fanning over the curve of your neck. “You haven’t been whoring around without telling us, have you Y/N?”

You shook your head, inhaling deeply as you dragged the thick sex-soiled air into your overworking lungs.

“I hope not,” Jean said in response through gruff moans. “You’re our girl right?” He looked down to spectate as his cock disappeared into your cunt and receded, glazed in a gossamer layer of your arousal, over and over again. “Tell us no one got to touch you before we did.”

Your confession came as a quiet moan which made Connie dig his hot fingertips into the pert curve of your ass.

“Say it, Y/N.”

“No one’s—No one’s touched me before.” Tears brimmed your eyes, and you felt your clench low, both holes pursing around the thick girths of your friends’ cocks. “I’m yours.”

“Again,” Connie urged as he pressed chaste kisses to the curve of your ear and teased the bone of your jawline with his tongue.

“I’m yours. I promise, I’m all yours.” Your voice hit a higher register as the throaty cry left your mouth, and desire perfumed the little space between all three bodies that continued rising to a place of release.

Jean drove his cock into you, his own eyes closed as he threw his head back and savored the overwhelming sensation, penetrating deeper each time until the slick sound of slippery skin became audible.

“Such a good girl,” he coaxed, his voice deep and rich as his throat bobbed with each word. “That’s right, your pretty holes are all ours.”

“You’re lucky. Getting fucked by two cocks for your first time,” Connie hissed through gritted teeth. “You should be thanking us, don’t you think?”

You swallow thickly. “Th—Thank you.”

“For what?” Jean slurred, amber eyes holding your lethargic gaze.

“Thank you, for fucking me. It feels so fucking good.”

You held them closer around their shoulders, your leg hugging Jean’s waist while the three of you coalesced and both of them verged on their consummation.

You grew motionless between both bodies, not from unease, but from the satisfaction of being pampered by your two best friends.

Jean’s hips grew still first as pleasure flowed through his cock in a series of twitches, and then his wave peaked. He pushed up into you one last time and released, his hot cum painting your walls in sticky white as he held back a deep groan you knew he wanted to liberate.

Connie’s orgasm was a lot less contrived, failing to hamper the pitchy moans that cracked through his throat as his balls tightened. He dug his fingers into your ass as his cock jerked with each spurt, filling you up and unlading every last drop of cum until he grew soft in your used hole.

When the two withdrew from your entrances, you caught a glimpse of the way their cocks glistened with their own milky essence in the dim orange light of the alleyway.

Jean freed your leg from the hook he had around your knee, and once you returned both feet to the ground you stumbled slightly before stabilizing yourself with the hand Connie reached out to steady you with.

“How are we gonna get home?” you muttered, now realizing that none of you were coherent enough to find your way back home on the subway like you’d done in order to get to the club.

You adjusted your underwear and reshaped your dress, pouting at the damp and unpleasant feeling between your legs, and you kept your thighs together in fear that your cum-filled holes would begin to leak.

Although the night was still young, you could tell that your friends were spent just the same.

Connie squinted at the bright light of his phone in the darkness of the back-street as he tucked himself back into his pants and attempted to button them back up with one hand.

“Nearest Uber is like, seven minutes,” he informed you two, his quick tapping against the screen meaning he was likely requesting the ride without either you or Jean confirming.

You hummed, making sure you looked presentable before beginning to shuffle towards the street while your friends followed your lead in silence, and you hoped that once you were back at your dorm and sober, the night’s events would be forgotten in the midst of your drunken stupor.

#jean smut #connie smut #jean kirstein smut #connie springer smut #jean kirstein x reader smut #aot smut #attack on titan smut #connie springer x reader smut #aot x reader smut #attack on titan x reader smut #jean kirschtein x reader #jean kirschtein smut #aot au #attack on titan au

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shitty-marvel-fan732 · 3 years

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Hi can I request a peter parker x barnes-Rogers reader (steve and Bucky's daughter) and me and Peter find out I'm pregnant with Peter's baby and we try to keep it a secret but everyone is suspicious of us cause I've been really poorly lately and Peter is being overprotective and one day Peter accidentally says "don't do that it could hurt the baby" or "and everyone freaks out and me, Peter and my dads have a long talk but everything is fine thanks xx

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Pairing: Peter Parker x Barnes-Rogers! Reader

Requested?: Yes!

Word count: Almost 7k

Warnings: Pregnancy, some angst but thats it I think?

Author's Note: Yessssss this was so fun to write! Very excited to be back to posting on this page again. Thank you so much for the request! Hope to start adding in more content soon, so if yall have any requests feel free to send them in! And if you have requests sent in already, know that I love you and I will be getting to clearing out my inbox here pretty soon 🥰

Taglist: @just-that-bi-girl , @winterfrostsarmy

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In retrospect, the entire team should have realized what was going on with you a lot sooner. To their credit, most of them had noticed that something was different about you, but other than Nat and Wanda none of them had a guess as to what exactly that was.

The men appeared completely clueless in respect to the cause of the recent changes in you. Even Clint, a married father of three, hadn't caught on even after he'd seen you leaving the bathroom having clearly just thrown up. Tony had been the closest to figuring it out of the all men, having noticed your odd mood swings and crying fits as they became more and more frequent. He noted the same behavioral pattern as he'd found himself stuck in after the Battle of New York, and secretly worried for your mental well-being. He hadn't felt comfortable enough to broach the topic with you just yet though, instead opting to watch you from a distance for the time being.

The women, however, seemed to understand almost instantly what was going on. Nat had figured things out once she realized that you had been skipping training lately and noticed that you and Peter barely appeared to leave one another's sides for even a moment. Wanda based her guess almost solely upon the fact that she could just feel that something was different about you; your entire energy had changed in the last few weeks and she noted it even before Peter had. Both women had their suspicions, but had seemingly agreed to keep their thoughts to themselves until you were ready to tell the team what was going on.

Your dads were a different story altogether.

It took Steve and Bucky much longer to notice something had changed with their daughter, Steve longest of all. Either you'd done a great job of avoiding your Pops or he'd been incredibly unobservant (or more likely both), but he hadn't seen anything that he would've considered out of the ordinary for you.

That is, until today.

"AAAAUUUUUUGGGGH"

Steve was on his feet in an instant, sprinting into the kitchen at the sound of your enraged scream. He skidded to a stop and surveyed the room with a trained look for the source of danger, but found none. In fact, you and Sam were the only two in the space as far as he could tell. Sam's back was pressed snugly against the furthermore countertop as you practically cornered him, the older man clearly caught off guard by your sudden burst of rage. You flung your hands around wildly as you yelled, one gripping a box so tightly that your knuckles were beginning to turn a concerning shade of white.

Completely bewildered, Steve watched in stunned silence for moment as you fumed and screamed expletives at the slightly-terrified looking Sam, without any clear indication as to what had happened.

"I CANNOT FUCKING BELIEVE YOU, YOU GODDAMNED ASSHO-"

"Y/N Barnes-Rodgers!" Steve scolded you finally, momentarily stopping your verbal assault. "What in God's name is going on here?"

Your eyes turned to your Pops' briefly before flickering back to glare in Sam's direction.

"Pigeon-brain ate the last of my oreos," you seethed, walking forward and jabbing an accusatory finger to Sam's chest, his hands instantly flying upwards in surrender.

Steve felt his jaw drop in utter disbelief.

“You-,”

“What’s with all the commotion in here?” Bucky interrupted, striding into the kitchen much as Steve had moments ago and joining his husband's side with a confused look on his face. Steve crossed his arms and frowned at their daughter.

“Apparently our daughter is screaming at Sam because he ate her cookies.” your Pops explained tersely.

“Not cookies, oreos,” you muttered, glare never wavering from Sam. You furiously threw the offending empty package roughly at his still bewildered face in lieu of another expletive. Sam was evidently so bewildered, in fact, that he didn't even flinch as the box hit his head and bounced pathetically to the floor.

Bucky raised his eyebrow.

“And that’s why you’ve been screaming like that?” he confirmed. You nodded, arms crossing your chest stubbornly.

Bucky shrugged, looking towards his husband with a look of indifference. “Makes sense.”

“No, it absolutely does not make sense,” Steve lightly scolded, glancing at Bucky with a pointed look before returning his gaze to you. “Y/N you’re completely overreacting. Apologise to Sam right now.”

Your mouth dropped open, and you gaped at your dads with an expression that was equal parts betrayal and rage.

“No.”

“No?” Steve repeated incredulously. He stared at you with disbelief, looking between you and Bucky like he was hoping he’d somehow misheard you. You met his glance with an equally stubborn look as you planted your feet solidly beneath you and tightened the cross of your arms. “What do you mean, no?”

“You heard me,” you spat, unwavering.

Sam merely looked confused as he watched the two of you argue, if albeit still a bit scared, but Bucky was sure his shock was evident on his face. You never back-sassed your Pops, not even when you were really angry, and Bucky only felt his disbelief grow at the prospect that your attitude was all due to a few cookies.

"Y/N, you don't get to tell me no," Steve ground out carefully, voice stern with a rare sort of parental authority he seldom had to use with you. In fact, Bucky was pretty sure he hadn't actually heard him use this particular tone since way back when you were a toddler testing the limits of your dads' patience. But unlike your three-year-old self, you didn't back down at your Pops' disapproving tone; in fact, you met his intense stare with a flippant roll of your eyes, deepening your dad's shock at your abrupt behavioral shift.

"He fucking knows what he did, everyone knows those oreos are mine," you snapped, eyes alight with a kind of fury the likes of which your dads had never seen from you before.

"Language!" Steve gasped at his daughter, his authoritative tone giving way to a spluttering one of complete disbelief.

"FUCK OFF!" you shouted instantly.

"HEY!"

Bucky had officially had enough. Irritation blossomed deep within his chest at the hurt he saw wash through his husband's eyes at your vulgar screech. Teenaged angst was one thing, but it was entirely another to blatantly disrespect Steve like you were. He still didn't know what was really causing you to act like this--because no way in hell could this be all over some oreos-- but he'd definitely passed the point where he even cared.

"Doll, that’s enough. Clearly you're upset, but you cannot speak to your Pops like that," he practically growled. You turned your attention to your dad with the same kind of indignant irritation in your eyes, a flash of fresh anger rolling across your face at the sight of Bucky's equally irate expression.

"You can fuck off too," you spat.

Bucky's jaw clenched dangerously, the muscle in his cheek jumping and twitching as he took in his daughter's crass retort. Sam had long since left the scene, the nearly suffocating tension officially too much for him to take. Steve's eyes went wide for what felt like the millionth time since he'd first walked into the kitchen. If he hadn't known something was wrong before, he undoubtedly did now.

You may not disobey him often, but you never snapped at Bucky.

Steve had long since accepted that, though you loved the two of them the same, you'd always liked Bucky more. A daddy's girl from birth, you and Bucky had always been inseparable-- so for you to now scream and curse at him like this was like a flaming-red flag in Steve's mind.

Something was definitely wrong.

"Excuse me?" Bucky hissed. The two of you faced one another, arms crossed and expressions grim. You planted your feet even more solidly underneath you, staring your dad down with a fury so intense it was almost palpable. If it weren't for the overall tension of the situation, Steve might've teased the two of you for your near-mirrored positions.

"Y/N? What's going on, I thought I heard yelling?" Peter asked as he practically skidded into the kitchen. He immediately joined you, face morphing into a look of utter concern at the sight of yours and Bucky's standoff. Steve braced himself, mentally apologizing to Peter for the verbal assault that was surely coming his way.

But it never came.

It was as if all the unwarranted anger was sucked from your body in a rush as soon as you caught sight of your boyfriend. Your face crumpled into an anguished expression, and Steve could see how the tears welled up in your eyes instantaneously. Peter clicked his tongue in pity and you thrust yourself instantly into his awaiting arms. He gripped you tightly, and you eagerly buried yourself further into his embrace. Face smashed tightly against his chest, you began to sob uncontrollably.

Your dads gaped at the scene, wide-eyed.

"S-sam ate my oreos a-and now everyone's mad at me, and I j-just wanted my snack!" you all but wailed, voice muffled by Peter's body.

Bucky blinked once as he turned to his husband, total confusion written all over his features. Steve just gaped in response, unable to formulate a semi-coherent thought, let alone words.

"Oh angel, it's okay," Peter cooed softly into your hair, hands rubbing up and down your back soothingly as you continued to cry. "I can go and get you more oreos; don't cry Y/N/N, I'll just run down to the store right now to get you some."

Lifting your head from his chest, you seemed slightly placated and hopeful as you sniffled and looked up at him.

"C-can I come with you?" you asked him shyly, tear-stained cheeks turning a slight shade of pink at your childish request. Peter smiled fondly down at you, clearly happy to see that you were feeling better.

"Of course, it'll be nice to walk with you," he smiled sweetly at you and lightly kissed your nose. You giggled as you removed yourself from his embrace before walking over to your dads.

"M'sorry I shouted daddys. Love you guys!" you apologized in a chipper voice before kissing both of the men's bewildered cheeks.

The two supersoldiers both stood in stunned silence as they watched you leave hand in hand with Peter, who briefly shot them an apologetic look before the pair were gone. Steve thought he heard Peter mumbling something to Y/N as they left, but the only words he could pick out were "not good to get so worked up", which only confused him further.

"What in the hell was that?" Bucky grumbled, face still crinkled with bewilderment. Steve simply shook his head.

"I have absolutely no idea. I've never seen her behave like that, have you?"

"Nothing like that, but she was acting funny the other day too," he frowned, recalling the scene he'd walked in on just a few days prior. "She was full out sobbing on the couch a few days ago over a toilet paper commercial."

Steve gaped at his husband.

"Sh-she...what?"

"Doll have you seen your Pops? I can't find him any-"

Bucky's question died in his throat as soon as he hit the threshold of the TV room. You were curled up on the couch, arms wrapped around your knees as sobs racked through you. Peter sat next to you with his eyes crinkled in concern and hands rubbing gently at your shoulders as you cried.

"Y/N what's wrong, why are you crying?" Bucky asked. Feeling his protective instincts kick in instantly, he couldn't help but search the room with his eyes in search of any danger. Finding nothing, he narrowed his eyes at your boyfriend.

"Did he do something?" Bucky demanded. "Parker I swear to God if you hurt her I-"

"What? N-no I didn't do anything Mr. Bucky I swear!" Peter spluttered, eyes widening in fear at the terrifying look in your dad's eyes.

"Bullshit, then why's she crying like that? Of course you did someth-"

"N-no it's not P-peter dad!" you interrupted tearfully. "There was an ad on TV that just made me emotional okay? You know, the one with the boy crying in the bathroom and his dad offers him toilet paper for his tears?"

There was a beat of silence.

"Doll, you really mean to tell me that you're sobbing over a toilet paper ad?" Bucky asked, brows furrowed in disbelief. You sniffled as you nodded, and fresh tears began to pick your eyes once more.

"Yes! I mean it's just so inspiring," you blubbered. "I mean how often do you actually get to see a teenaged boy cry on TV? Never, cause toxic masculinity standards in this stupid patriarchal society we all live in say otherwise! And not only does the dad accept that his son is crying and is allowed to feel real emotions, he sits down to talk with him about them! I just got so happy thinking about all the little boys who will see this ad and feel the validation that they're normal for feeling sad every once in a while!"

Bucky just stared at his daughter with a blank look for a moment; he looked like he was unable to formulate a single response to the information he'd just been given.

"Well that's...uh….that's great I gue-"

"I can't believe you would just assume that me crying just had to be because of something Peter did," you interrupted, angrily brushing the leftover tears from your face. "It's so unfair, you always blame him for everything!"

"I-uh," Bucky stammered, flustered by the sudden change in your emotions. You scoffed and stood quickly from your spot in Peter's embrace, crossing your arms petulantly.

"It's true dad, you're always looking for something to yell at him for! It's so biased and unfair," you practically yelled. "Honestly it's such prejudiced bullshit. Some kind of outdated 'lock up your daughters' rhetoric that I can't believe yo…"

At some point during your impassioned speech you began stomping away from both your dad and Peter while still ranting. As your shouts became fainter and fainter Bucky found himself directing his dumbfounded expression at Peter instead. In a rare show of solidarity with your boyfriend, Bucky silently begged for an explanation as to what on earth had just happened.

Despite the way his heart was hammering wildly in his chest Peter remained silent. He offered only a passive shrug to your dad before he clambered to his feet and began following after you. If Bucky hadn't been caught so off guard he surely would've been suspicious at the visible sweat that was beading on Peter's forehead and the way the young boy's hands trembled as he quickly left the room, the question of what was causing your mood swings laying thickly unanswered in the air.

"What the fu-"

"She...a toilet paper ad? Really?"

"Yep, a friggin' toilet paper commercial," Bucky nodded solemnly. Steve blinked once, shaking his head.

"So what did you do?" he asked incredulously.

"Nothin'," Bucky shrugged. "She was so damned worked up that I figured she needed some space, and by the time I went to talk to her she'd already seemed completely fine. Thought it wasn't worth upsetting her all over again."

Steve snorted.

"Yeah right, you were just too scared you would make her mad again," he chuckled.

"Hell yeah I was," Bucky admitted freely, crossing his arms and shooting his husband a defiant expression. "You've seen her, you know how terrifying she can be when she's pissed!"

Steve chuckled once more, shaking his head fondly.

"Mmmm, and I wonder where she got that from."

Bucky narrowed his eyes and scowled at the implication, a surly look overtaking his features. Steve couldn't help but laugh outright at the expression on his husband's face; it was the exact same face you always made when you were annoyed, right down to the little pout in your lip.

"For the last time Stevie, she doesn't get that from me," he grumbled.

"Sure Buck, whatever you say," Steve laughed.

Though your odd behavior and mood swings were at least now on both your dads' radar, neither had any clue as to the actual reason for your sudden changes. The pair of them chalked up the incidents to little more than teenaged angst, however they had no idea how wrong they were nor just how soon they were about to find out what was really going on.

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"I don't understand Y/N," Steve stated carefully. "Why exactly don't you want to go with the team?"

You shifted your weight from foot to foot anxiously, huffing out a breath in mock annoyance and very real frustration.

You'd been in the training room, lightly working out with Nat and Wanda when your Pops and Tony had walked in to announce that there was an urgent mission that apparently would require the entire team. Internally cursing your timing, you'd tried to sneak out of the room unnoticed, but as your luck would have it, your dad caught you. Now you were stuck arguing with your dads, the attention and curiosity of everyone in the gym directed at you.

Your heart was thrumming wildly in your chest as you furiously racked your brain for some way, any way, out of this assignment and this conversation without an actual reason.

Well, a reason you were actually willing to give, that is.

"Why does it even matter?" you snapped, hoping that no one clocked the tremor in your voice. "It's not like you guys even need me anyways."

"Doll, you always jump at the chance to come with us," your dad interjected. "So what's so different about today?"

"I just don't want to," you whined, lying through your teeth. "I'm tired and I don't feel good."

"But you were literally just training?" Sam pointed out. You narrowed your eyes at him, irritation bubbling under the surface of your anxiety at the contradiction. The older man shrank back a bit under your firey gaze, the previous incident in the kitchen clearly prominent in his mind as he stepped behind Wanda.

Clint snorted.

"If you could even call that training," he mumbled under his breath. Your jaw dropped.

"What is this, gang up on Y/N day?!" you sassed as your arms flew to cross your chest defensively. Your Pops shook his head.

"We're just worried Y/N/N," he reassured, brows furrowed with concern. "You've been behaving very strangely lately, and this is just one more thing."

"Yeah doll," Bucky nodded, agreeing with his husband. "So what gives?"

Your pulse sped up once more at the direct question, a sickening feeling rising in your throat like bile at the realization of just how suspicious your dads were. Unable to think clearly through your panic, you did the only thing you could think of.

You scoffed in fake disbelief, rolled your eyes, and began stomping out of the room.

"Y/N Barnes-Rodgers!" your dad shouted in an indignant and angered tone. "We are not done talking about this!"

Damn.

"What?!" you whirled around, stomping your foot like a child. "I just don't want to go this time okay?"

Bucky's face turned red at your open defiance, but Steve interrupted before he could even open his mouth to snap back at you.

"No Y/N it's absolutely not okay," he scolded. You felt the burn of unshed tears prick your eyes as they searched desperately around the room, mind racing to think of an excuse that would get you out of this situation.

"But-"

"No, no buts Y/N," your dad barked, clearly having composed himself enough to speak once more. His arms were crossed as he glared at you, and the stubbornly annoyed look on his face was enough to make the tears in your eyes begin to fall. A feeling of utter entrapment and fear settled in your chest like a suffocating weight as you felt the hot, fresh tears stream down your cheeks.

"Doll, are you crying?" your Pops questioned incredulously. "What on earth is going on with you?"

"Nothing! I just can't go today," you blubbered, past the point of being able to hold back your sobs.

"You can't go, or you won't go?" Bucky asked pointedly, evidently not swayed by your tears.

"It doesn't matter," you cried desperately. Your dad's eyes bored into yours directly as if he was searching your brain to find out what you were holding back from him.

"It clearly does matter, otherwise you wouldn't be acting like this," he continued harshly. "I'm not sure what it is you aren't telling us, but I don't even care at this point. Stark said he needs everyone and your Pops told you to go, so you need to get yourself together and go and get ready."

The tears were now cascading down your face in giant streams and your face was growing warmer by the second. You darted your gaze back and forth between the other team members' faces, still searching for some kind of last minute way out of this situation. Finding only curious or concerned expressions, you turned back to your dads with wide eyes. You felt your mouth go dry as your lips open and closed wordlessly, the severity of your current predicament weighing you down more and more by the second.

"I-"

"No. I don't want to hear another word from you Y/N," your dad snapped. "Go and get ready for the mission now."

"But she can't go!"

Time stopped for a split second as the entire room's heads snapped towards the desperate shout.

Peter had only just entered the training room, wondering where everyone was, when he caught the tail end of your dad's order. He couldn't help but blurt the first thing that'd come to mind, the implication of which only dawned on him afterwards. As he rushed to your side he shot you a sheepish look, and you internally cringed a bit at his slip.

Even though you were certain Peter's involvement would only further reduce your already slim chances of getting out of this mission without a full confession of what was really going on, you couldn't help but feel an inkling of relief as his eyes locked with yours. His hand immediately intertwined itself with yours once he'd reached you, and your belly fluttered with a warm tinge of comfort with the simple touch.

True, things were probably about to go sideways for the both of you, but at least Peter was here to go through it by your side.

"Excuse me Parker?" your dad spat incredulously, eyes blazing with anger at your boyfriend's outburst. "I don't recall asking you for your opinion on my daughter or what she can or can't do."

Peter stood a little taller as he looked Bucky straight in the eyes with an unprecedented amount of determination.

"She can't go." he practically growled, eyes stern and unyielding as he openly defied your dad. He was standing a half-step in front of you, tense back partially shielding you from the rest of the team as he spoke.

Even with his face turned the opposite direction you could see from his profile the way his brows were furrowed and how dark his normally chocolate brown eyes had gotten. You felt a slight shiver run up your spine at the fiercely protective energy Peter was radiating, and your heart felt a bit lighter at the way he stood up to your dad on your behalf. You squeezed his hand in an effort to ground him, and he softened marginally as he glanced back at you.

Your dad however looked as if he might combust soon based on the way his eyes bulged out and his face turned a concerning shade of red.

"What's that supposed to mean Peter?" Steve interjected carefully, his hand reaching up to rest comfortingly on his husband's shoulder.

"It means exactly what we said," Peter said firmly. "Y/N cannot go on this mission today."

The team watched the interaction between you, Peter, and your dads with their heads bouncing back and forth between the four of you like they were watching a tennis match. Not a word had been uttered from a single one of them, and yet they stood completely transfixed as they waited patiently to see the outcome of the argument.

"And why, pray tell, is that Parker?" your dad hissed, scowl etched across his features.

Peter's eyes traveled to yours, irises swimming with a silent question. Realizing that there was no way out, you took a steadying breath as you nodded softly and squeezed his hand once more in reassurance. Peter smiled at you fondly before dropping his smile and turning back to your parents.

"She can't go because...it could be bad for the baby."

You could've heard a pin drop in the training room. No one made a sound, no one even dared to breathe. The shock in the room was palpable, but you couldn't be bothered to even glance at anyone other than your dads, their reactions the only two that mattered to you in this moment.

Though you'd expected a rather explosive reaction from your parents (especially from your dad), you were met instead with blank stares. Your dads were simply staring at you and Peter in stunned silence, and their lack of a response actually frightened you more than the screaming you'd been anticipating for weeks now. The beat of silence seemed to stretch on eternally, though in reality it was probably no more than thirty seconds. You watched nervously, your hand becoming sweaty in Peter's as you waited. Finally, your Pops blinked and opened his mouth cautiously.

"Bad for the wha-"

"I SWEAR TO GOD PARKER THAT'D BETTER BE SOME KIND OF DISGUSTING PET NAME FOR MY DAUGHTER."

Ahhh. There it was.

Your dad had clearly broken through his frozen thoughts enough to respond, and you would've laughed if you weren't so terrified. He looked positively furious; his eyes were darker than you'd ever seen them and his face had darkened from red to an almost purple color that looked painful to say the least. His murderous gaze was hyper-fixated on Peter, and you couldn't help but step in front of your poor boyfriend in an effort to take some of the heat off him.

Peter, evidently, was having none of that, and he frowned before pulling you backwards and tucking you into his side tightly. If you hadn't been so focused on your dad right now you might've rolled your eyes at his over-protectiveness. Instead you allowed yourself the comfort of his embrace as you took a steadying breath.

"It's not," you responded as calmly as you could manage while your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your throat. "I'm pregnant."

Silence enveloped the room once more, and you could've sworn it was even more awkward than the first time. It must've been, because you could see Nat and Wanda ushering the rest of the team out of the gym out of the corner of your eye. You weren't quite sure if you were grateful for the privacy or more scared of how your dads would react now that you were alone.

Your dads stared at you and Peter with wildly different expressions. Steve was staring off into space and looking as if he was either going to throw up or pass out soon, and Bucky still looked as if he was about a half a second away from murdering Peter with his bare hands. To his credit, Peter was still standing by your side with the same look of determination as before despite this, but you could feel the way his pulse was hammering through his veins as he too carefully surveyed your dads' reactions.

You stood quietly, trying to be patient as you watched them, but the suspense and anticipation quickly became overwhelming and you couldn't help but blurt,

"Say something!"

Though both their gazes snapped up to your face with your plea, yet neither your dad nor you Pops said anything. You were suddenly overcome with the urge to explain yourself.

"I know that you're probably in shock or angry or maybe both- and honestly that's completely fair!" You rambled breathlessly. "I know we're still only eighteen, but I really think everything's gonna be okay? Really, I do. And I'm so sorry about today, believe me this isn't how we planned on telling you at all bu-"

"You're not coming on the mission," Steve interrupted, his voice completely devoid of emotion. "Nor is Peter. Your dad and I will be back later, and we're all going to have a long discussion."

It felt like all the air was sucked out of your body as you watched your Pops pull your dad towards the training room exit. You hadn't been fully sure of just how you were going to tell them, but never in your wildest dreams did you imagine that it would come out like this. Tears once more welling up in your eyes, your heart sank as you realized just how disappointed and angry they were.

"I love you," your voice cracked as you called to their retreating forms, unable to bear the sight of them leaving without reminding them. They both paused in the doorway, and without turning back both muttered that they loved you too before they were gone.

As soon as they left you immediately twisted yourself and thrust your face into Peter's chest, the tears flowing steadily as you sobbed. He wrapped his arms tightly around your shaking form, lips finding the crown of your head and hands rubbing soothingly across your back.

"Th-they hate me now," you whispered brokenly into Peter's soft hoodie in between sobs. "They hate me Pete, they're n-never going to forgive me for this!"

Peter shushed you quietly, gentle lips kissing your hair as he began to sway you back and forth slowly.

"They don't hate you angel," he soothed. "They're just surprised. Disappointed in the timing maybe, but they'll get over it. I promise."

"I never wanted it to go like this," you cried as you pulled your head from his chest slightly. Peter's hands left your back for a moment to come and rest on either of your cheeks. He leaned down to press a soft kiss to your forehead before retreating upwards to look deep into your eyes.

"I know you didn't sweet girl, but it did," he said gently as he brushed away some of your tears with the pads of his thumbs. "It did and it's going to be okay. We'll talk to your dads when they get back and clear everything up. And no matter what, you and I are going to get through this together, okay?"

You sniffled softly, nodding sadly. Peter's eyes were swimming with guilt and dejection at the sight of the empty expression on your face. He didn't know how to comfort you in this situation, but it was like every molecule in his body was demanding he do so. He leaned down once more to press a loving kiss to your forehead, then your cheeks, your nose, and finally your lips.

You sighed, head retreating back to his chest once your lips disconnected. Sadness was still swirling in your stomach and you just longed for the feeling that being in Peter's arms brought. He seemed to understand perfectly- as he always did- pressing his cheek to the top of your head and wrapping his arms tightly around you without a word. The two of you stood there for a while, bodies entangled as you continued lightly swaying back and forth. Peter's hands continued to roam up and down your spine and your tears began to slow and dry.

Eventually you hummed, stepping back and up on your toes to press an appreciative kiss to Peter's face. He smiled as a faint pink tinted his cheeks at your display of affection. You giggled, slightly amazed that even after everything you two had done, something as simple as a peck on the cheek could still make him blush.

"Thank you," you said quietly, looking up into his eyes. He quirked an eyebrow at you in confusion.

"For staying with me through all that. I mean it's you, so I wasn't really worried...but my dad can be really frightening. So thanks," you half joked.

Peter chuckled lightly as he pulled you back into his arms once more.

"Of course angel. Told you, I'm never going to leave you. Even if your dad is super scary. You two are stuck with me now. I'm never ever going to leave you or our baby," he vowed quietly into your hair as his hands reached down to rub the small but growing bump in your tummy lovingly. "We're gonna get through this all together, as a family."

You felt tears well up in your eyes once more, but this time out of sheer love and happiness.

Damned hormones.

"You're gonna be such a good daddy Peter," you whispered gratefully. Hearing the slight crack in your voice, Peter pulled you away from his chest gently to wipe your tear stained cheeks once more.

"Hey now, no more tears today," he scolded playfully as he tugged you across the room. "When's the last time you ate something? We have the whole kitchen to ourselves now, and I bet my babies are hungry!"

You chuckled lightly as you allowed him to pull you along with him towards the kitchen. All the while, he chattered happily about the new article he'd just read about the specific nutritional needs pregnant women have, and your heart swelled at his thoughtfulness. You were still apprehensive about the upcoming conversation with your dads, but you were definitely feeling better. As much as their approval and involvement would mean to you, you'd come to the conclusion that as long as you had Peter by your side everything would work out alright.

Somehow.

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"Petey, are you sure you don't need any-"

"No! Nope. I've got this," your boyfriend interrupted stubbornly. You signed, hand absentmindedly rubbing across your swollen stomach as you watched him struggle with the latch on the new crib the two of you were setting up.

Well, the crib that Peter was setting up.

It'd been a few months since the team had found out about the newest upcoming addition to the Tower, and you'd decided that it was time to begin decorating the nursery. Tony, of course, had offered to have someone come in to do all the heavy lifting, but Peter was insistent that he be the one to set everything up. His protectiveness over you and the rapidly growing child you were carrying had only increased as the months went on, so much so that you were lucky now if he'd even let you stand for long enough to watch him put the baby's furniture together. It was endearing, really, how much he cared for the two of you, but you'd be lying if you said that you weren't becoming a little frustrated with how little you could do to help.

"Really Peter, I can help," you grumbled, annoyed. "I'm pregnant, not disabled."

"Of course you could help angel, but I don't need help," he grunted, eyes never leaving the mass of parts around him. "You already have to do all the work of growing and housing our baby, the least I can do is build the crib!"

"Housing?" you teased, quirking an eyebrow.

"You know what I meant," he grumbled, and you couldn't help but chuckle at his growing frustration.

Peter was clearly losing his grip just a bit as he struggled to make sense of the instructions that had been provided with the pieces. He sighed, throwing the pamphlet down on the ground before trudging over to where you stood, leaning against the changing table that he'd put together a few days ago.

"I've engineered web-fluid from absolutely nothing, re-built computers from scratch and yet I can't even manage to put this stupid bed together," he whined as he dropped his head down onto your shoulder in defeat. "M'gonna be a terrible father."

"Ohhh bubs," you cooed sympathetically, smile falling quickly and heart lurching at the tone of pure dejection in his voice.

You wrapped your arms around him, one snaking around his back and the other cradling his head. Your fingers began instantly carding through his chocolate-brown locks as he nuzzled his nose lightly into the junction of your neck and shoulder. His hands wound their way around your waist too- or as well as they could with your round tummy in the way- and his own hands began absentmindedly tracing patterns over your bump.

"Peter you have to know that isn't true," you soothed, kissing his cheek softly. "You're going to be an amazing dad."

He hummed non-commitally.

"You think you're not?" you challenged, fingers halting their dance against his scalp. "Do the thing."

He raised his head from your shoulder, brows furrowed in confusion.

"What does that have to do with-"

"Do the thing," you interrupted sternly. He sighed and knelt down, grumbling inaudible complaints as he went. Once he was face to face with your bump he placed his hands on either side, thumbs rubbing soft circles into your stretched-out skin.

"Hi baby, it's me, your daddy," he spoke softly into your stomach, lips so close that you shivered with each breath that ghosted over your clothed belly. "I love you so much."

The baby responded instantly at the sound of Peter's voice, feet jabbing out and kicking excitedly from within just underneath where his hands lay. You felt your heart skip a beat at both the feeling the movement in your belly and the sight of the dopey smile that lit up Peter's handsome face as he felt his child's kicks. You rubbed over his hands lovingly and smiled down at him.

"See bubs? He starts throwing a party in there every time you do that. He loves you so much already, that's not gonna change," you reassured him softly. Peter's smile dropped just a little.

"But the crib-"

"Fuck the crib," you responded stubbornly. "You are the most caring, sweetest, and most thoughtful person I know Peter. You're going to be the world's best dad."

"Whoa whoa, believe we're the ones with the mugs that claim that title," a voice chuckled from the doorway.

You smiled fondly, eyes darting to find the sight of your Pops leaning casually against the frame of the door with your dad standing just behind him. Both had amused smiles on their faces, and you grinned widely. Even Peter smiled as he rose to his feet and wrapped one of his arms around your back to pull you into his side.

"Okay, third best dad in the world then," you amended, grinning.

"That's better," your dad piped up, smiling. "Now what's this I hear about a faulty crib? Sam said he can hear Peter cursing all the way from his room."

Peter groaned, tilting his head backwards in exasperation as you laughed out loud.

"It isn't faulty, I'm just an idiot," Peter grumbled. Everyone but him chuckled, and your dad walked further into the room. He clapped a hand on Peter's back as he grinned at the younger man.

"Normally I'd agree with you, but I know if I do Steve will bring up how Y/N had to sleep in the bassinet for like 6 months because we couldn't figure out how to put her crib together."

"You mean you couldn't figure it out," your Pops snorted from his place in the doorway. "As I recall, I was not allowed to help with the furniture because you were determined to figure it out on your own."

Bucky shrugged, seemingly indifferent to his husband's insinuation.

"Whatever. Point is, I wanted to see if you wanted some help putting it together. Thought I might be able to give you some tips," your dad continued. Peter's smile widened, and he nodded eagerly before your dad knelt down to help try and make sense of the directions.

The discussion after the incident in the training room had gone much better than you would've ever imagined. Both your dads had been relatively calm once they'd returned from their mission, and surprisingly there had been no screaming, no crying, and no threats towards Peter from Bucky like you'd been picturing. The four of you had sat down together and had a long, mature discussion of what your plans were in terms of raising and caring for your child, and by the end your dads had even seemed enthusiastic about the prospect of being grandparents. Their involvement and excitement had only grown in the following months to the point now that you felt silly for ever having been frightened to tell them.

And now as you stood watching your boyfriend and dad work together to put your child's room together, tears began collecting in your eyes and you felt your chest warm with feelings of overwhelming love. Steve, noticing your tears, moved to wrap his arms around you and you leaned your head against his shoulder. Rubbing your belly lovingly, you couldn't help but feel a wave of gratitude wash over you for the men in your life and love for the little one that you'd all be meeting soon.

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Daughter of who?

- Fred Weasley x reader, Harry Potter x platonic!reader, Sirius Black x daughter!reader

Italics are memories

a/n - In this the Potters were killed when harry was 2 and reader was 4.

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You can remember your first day at Hogwarts easily. The memory slipping into your head as if you’d never forgotten it.

The platform was roaring with life, the yelling families and faint cries of mothers watching their children leave before them. It made you nauseous. The nerves and excitement swirling in your stomach like a bad shrimp cocktail made you want to turn around and run, which you would have, had it not been for the firm hand planted on your back. Hearing a deep sigh from above you you followed the hand, to its arm, and finally to the person it was attached too. Remus Lupin, your guardian. You watched as he looked down at you, running a hand through his hair and over his face, “You’re going to be fine” he said bending to reach your eye level.

“i remember my first day of Hogwarts, i was terrified, considered jumping out the train window if i remember correctly” a light chuckle fell past his lips at the last part

“How can you remember something if it was hundreds of years ago?” you retorted

he sent you a deadpanned look, “watch yourself short stack” you laughed lightly as he started to guide you towards the train.

Your nerves rose increasingly and he seemed to sense this “it will all work out” he sighed as he pulled you into a tight hug

“how do you know?” he pulled back just enough to look down at you

“because i won’t have it any other way”.

You let out a soft chuckle and sighed as you pulled away from him, giving one last hug you boarded the train, waving as you saw his figure disappear. Slowly you found yourself an empty compartment, curling up into the corner by the window and pulling out a book. You must have fallen asleep because the next thing you knew two, rather tall, identical redheads were practically falling through the door and onto the seats. They must not have noticed you because one of them let out a small yelp when he noticed you move

“Blimey i didn’t see you there” he gasped out holding his hand over his chest while the other threw his head back in laughter

“shut up George” he muttered under his breath and the other boy, who you now presumed to be George, attempted to stifle his giggles behind his hand.

You sat up slowly, still leaning on the window behind you

“sorry, terrible manners we must have” he said while motioning towards the boy sitting across from you both “I’m Fred and this is my twin George Weasley” he held out his hand which you took in a firm shake

“Nice to meet you Weasleys” you said now lightly giggling “I’m y/n y/l/n”.

The rest of that ride is mostly a blur filled with laughter and smiles, but the sorting ceremony is engraved into your head…

Following the rest of the first years into the great hall, one you’d only ever heard stories about from Rem, Fred pointed out his three brother to you and told you they were in Gryfindoor. In the short amount of time you’d known the twins, you and Fred Weasley were already inseparable, and both of you silently prayed to be in the same house. Fred obviously hoping to be in Gryfindoor with the rest of his family and twin brother, and you, you didn’t know what you wanted. You knew about your father, his unfortunate past, and you sadly had the chance to meet that side of your lineage before moving in with Remus. He had told you countless times that he did not care which house you were placed into, and even though he secretly hoped you would be a Gryfindoor, like him and your father, he knew he would love you just the same no matter what. Standing in the middle of the great hall and watching the other first years as they were placed, Fred and George already being sent to the Gryfindoor table, you could feel a pair of eyes boring into your head. Looking up you met the eyes of one Headmaster Dumbledore, and under his gaze you felt he knew all your secretes, which you didn’t doubt he did. Getting lost in his gaze you didn’t see or hear the ceremony booming around until you were snapped out of your gaze.

“y/n y/l/n” Professor McGonagal’s voice boomed through the hall cutting the cheers of students short. Feeling your heart stop inside your chest and palms grow sweaty you slowly made your way to the stool and sat.

You felt the hat placed on your head and though you watched many of your peers endure the same treatment the low voice that was emitted still made you jump in your seat.

“Ahhh another Bl- no?” it said as you felt your heart leap into your throat at the idea of your secret spilling less than an hour into your Hogwarts career

“Well this is tricky” it hummed “Slytherin may fit well, its held your past accordingly”

at this you felt your blood boil and you sneered, “they are not my family” you muttered lowly through gritted teeth.

“I do think they would benefit you, snake mates, nevertheless” it continued “you have the brains for Ravenclaw, determination and wit all there, as well as the heart of a Hufflepuff, filled with love yet ready to accept more, but fear clouds you.” you thanked Merlin as it whispered the last part so only you could hear

“You have seen horrors many in this room could not imagine, yet you still open your heart for others, no matter the fear it causes”

the hat paused for what felt like hours but was actually only seconds

“Better be, GRYFINDOOR” the hat roared as a table to your right erupted in cheers and applause. As you sat down in between the twins and were introduced to their brothers you failed to notice the eyes watching you.

Professor McGonagal could not tear her eyes from you the entire dinner. You looked exactly like your father and it hurt her heart to not only think of what happened to him but the trouble you must have endured in your early youth.

That day was pure magic, no pun intended. The following year of school was amazing and every night you couldn’t wait to write Remus and tell him of the days happenings. You basked in your youth and enjoyed the twins pranks and mischief, occasionally joining the fun. That is, until Harry Potter came to Hogwarts and you swore to protect him like your father couldn’t. You bonded with Harry quickly and easily, assuming the role of an older sister to the boy, and you loved every second of it. You fawned over him when he became seeker and constantly worried over his health and safety. You hated the Dursleys with a burning passion and simply wanted to take the boy in your arms and tell him everything would be alright. Even if it was a lie.

It was now your 5th year and chaos broke lose. It started with Sirius Blacks escape from Askaban, a feat thought impossible. Then the dementors on the train, and oh, did i forget to mention that Remus was now your teacher? Yup, he is. You knew why he was doing this, to keep an eye on you. And while you knew the intent to be good, it didn’t reassure you at all. Everywhere you turned there was someone spewing lies and awful words about your father, who you knew was innocent. He may have been taken away when you were 4 but the man you knew could never kill. No one, spare Lupin, knew of your lineage or morbid past, and you planned to keep it that way.

Sitting in the great hall, surrounded by excitement and amazing food, you couldn’t help but feel less than, and the twins, one in particular, seemed to notice your glum mood. Both twins sat across from you, with Lee Jordan on their right and Ron on their left, while you sat with harry on your right, Hermione next to him.

“Can you believe what they’re saying?” Ron spewed through a mouthful of sausage while he proceeded to shove toast into the mess

“Hogwarts isn’t safe”

Hermione grimaced at the disgusting boy trying to look anywhere but him. “Ron” she said firmly “finish eating before you talk or else my breakfast will be on the table”

Ron shuttered lightly at the though while you and Harry shared glances and laughed

“yeah Ronnikins” George practically purred in a humiliating manner

“that’s not how you get the ladies” Fred finished sending him a wink and a quick glance at you.

You felt a blush rise on your cheeks and quickly looked down, only looking back up when you felt someone nudge your shoulder and you were met with a knowing glance on Harry’s face.

You and Harry were as close as two people could, you didn’t really even consider yourselves friends anymore. He was your brother and you were his sister. And as far as you two were concerned it had never been any different. You told each other everything and there was not a single secrete kept between the two of you, or so he thought. You felt horrible keeping something so big from him but what were you supposed to do?! Walk up to him in the corridor and calmly say ‘hey Harry i forgot to mention that my father is Sirius Black, you know the guy who wants to kill you, and i grew up with him and the rest of the marauders until Lily and James were brutally murdered, leaving you an orphan, and me in the sinister care of the black family’ Nope. Definitely not.

Harry never understood why he felt so close you, like you knew him and understand his struggles. Constantly in the lime light that he hated, his life with the Dursleys, and constantly running from something darker than he could imagine. He didn’t know why but he felt like he was home when he was with you, like he was finally safe from everything and could just be. Little did he know you were all too familiar with those struggles.

You made a face at Harry which made him chuckle and returned to the conversation.

“HE’S BEEN SIGHTED HE’S BEEN SIGHTED” Seamus yelled while running towards your table and throwing the Daily Profit on top of a plate of toast.

“Yorktown!” Hermione exclaimed, “That’s not too far from here”

You felt your breakfast churn in your stomach and you just knew that your face had become 3 shades paler. You quickly stood and ran out of the great hall ignoring the concerned yells of your friends and questioning eyes of others.

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A loud smack reverberated through the room as a small pile of parchment was thrown in front of you

“i know you knew” Lupin said darkly. His face was more sunken in and deep set than usual, you knew that teaching was going to take a toll on him but seeing him like this hurt your heart.

“What do you mean?” you threw your hands in the air trying to display your confusion “it’s a bit of blank parchment” you said while picking up the pile and throwing back down on the desk.

“stop playing dumb” he practically growled at you and felt a shiver go up your spine.

He was right. You knew why he called you into his office, Harry having told you about the weird encounter he had with Lupin regarding the map. You looked down at your lap, your fingers becoming very interesting. Rem sighed loudly and placed his hands on the desk bending his arms slightly to reach your eye level, you sank further into your seat as he stared. Silence passed between you both until you finally succumbed

“Fine okay!” you yelled lightly “I knew he had it but he was just trying to get to Hogsmead” you said with a light sigh “it’s not that big of a deal” you murmured lightly crossing your arms and slumping down further.

“NOT THAT BIG OF A DEAL” Remus practically roared and you jumped in your seat

“THIS COULD LEAD HIM STRAIGHT TO HARRY” he continued “A ONE WAY TICKET IF YOU ASK ME”

“well i didn’t” you whispered to yourself

“what did you just say?” curse his heightened senses.

You slowly looked up to see him boring holes into your eyes, his eyes alight with anger. He closed his eyes, sighing lightly, and you could see some of the anger and tension leave his body

“this could get a lot of people hurt, you know that y/n”

you stood quickly, knocking back the desk in front of you

“HE DIDN’T DO IT” you screamed, face red with anger and heart beating madly.

Remus sighed an sat down on one of the chairs, lazily rubbing his face. You both had had this argument many times, he knew he struck a chord.

“y/n” he sighed “there’s evidence, proof” you scoffed shaking your head in exasperation

“Look” he said firmly “i don’t want to believe it anymore than you do but we have to except the truth”

you turned and went to walk out of the room, not wanting to have this discussion now

“he betrayed them”

you stopped, slowly turning around to face him “No he fucking didn’t” you spat venomously at him knocking a few things off his desk before throwing the door open and leaving.

You and Remus hadn’t talked since, you avoided his gaze in the great hall and sat silently in the back of his classroom. He attempted to talk to you multiple times but every time you simply huffed and walked away.

Fred noticed. He knew that you lived with Lupin, as did the golden trio after you showed up at the burrow with him for a Christmas party. They didn’t know the story however, you told them that your parents had died when you were young and Remus was your uncle. You had tried to hide it from the school, not wanting others to think you got special attention (even though you did), but a lunch date you shared was interrupted by Malfoy and the rest is history.

Malfoy and you had an odd relationship. He knew you were a Black, as you practically lived with him for a short period of time, yet he didn’t tell anyone. You knew why his family didn’t expose you, too ashamed of their dirtied bloodline, but him, he could practically ruin your life with a few simple words yet he didn’t.

Fred had tried to ask you about Lupin on multiple occasions but every time you simply brushed it off and ignored him. It wasn’t until he caught you crying in the common in front of the fire one night that you finally told him about the fight. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest and holding you as tight as he could, while you cried into his shoulder and told him everything. You hadn’t meant to of course, but in that moment you felt safe, comfortable, and you split everything. About Sirius and your childhood, living with Lupin, constantly having to hide this part of you, and how much it broke you to hear people talk so horribly of your father and name.

You hadn’t realized how much you told him until he went silent. His soft coos and words of comfort sizzling out on his tongue. You sat up so quickly, face pale, and in utter disbelief of what you just did. You were sure you had just driven away your closest friend, the boy you loved, he would never want to be seen with you let alone be your friend after this, you ruined everything, hadn’t you? Tears streamed down your face as you stared into his eyes, confusion and sadness evident on his features, while yours screamed fear. You tried to speak, say something, anything, but everything came out in strangled stutters as you stared into the deep brown orbs and got lost in their beauty.

Fred only stared back. Slowly moving his hand to cup your jaw before pulling you into a kiss. You froze for a moment, utter confusion passing over your features before you felt your body go limp and you melted into him. It was the kind of kiss that took your breathe away, the kind that made you forget everything and just exist. You pulled away, confusion still evident on your features

“why?” you asked quietly

“am i not allowed to kiss my girlfriend” Fred replied, a cocky grin overtaking his lips. To say you were shocked was a bit of an understatement

“I- I- wha- wait, why? Girlfriend?”

you managed to stutter out through your confusion. Fred simply rolled his eyes and pulled you into him once more, this kiss was different, more passionate, like he tried to put all his feelings and words into this kiss, and he did. You pulled back, both breathless

“Girlfriend” you confirmed softly with a bright smile adorning your lips

“why didn’t you tell me?” he asked softly, leaning back a bit and pulling you onto his lap

“I-”

you started but looked down at your lap in embarrassment. You felt a hand land on your chin, pulling you to meet his gaze.

Sighing softly you said “I was afraid” you looked into his eyes which begged you to continue “Everyone thinks hes a murderer, i’m the daughter of a murderer”

you finished looking back down at your intertwined legs

“what do you believe?”

your eyes snapped quickly up to his which were full of love and encouragement.

You sighed deeply “Honestly” you started “I don’t know anymore”

The rest of the night was spent cuddling together, Fred telling you stories of his and Georges adventures, before you fell asleep in the early hours of the morning and Fred carried you to his room where you spent the night together.

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You went with the golden trio to Hagrid’s, attempting to provide even the smallest ounce of comfort for him, and hid in Harry’s arm when you saw the axe fall and birds cloud the skies.

After Ron chased Scabbers, well, the night kind of blended together. You saw him on hill, you knew it was him, and you just froze. You’re unsure if he simply didn’t see you or didn’t recognize you, you really hoped the latter. As soon as he dragged Ron through the tree you were hot on their heels and dove right in after them, chasing them through the passageways and into the shrieking shack where you quickly fell beside Ron trying to help him as much as you could. You have no idea how long the two of you where their before you joined by the other two, but seeing your father step out from behind the door knocked all of the breathe from your lungs. He froze for a second, staring into your glossy eyes, before his face was set with determination once again. You screamed as Harry tackled him and ran to pull him off, helping your father to his feet. Harry ran back to the others, all faces displaying shock and hurt, but in that moment you didn’t care. You simply stared into your fathers eyes, tears adorning both of you, staring at the features you once knew before Remus burst into the room. You walked towards the others, hoping to explain, needing to explain, but they all stepped back.

“NO!” Hermione yelled, grabbing the attention of the two men stood behind you

“I trusted you, i trusted you and all this time you’ve been helping him” she exclaimed, her voice laced with hurt, “He’s a werewolf” she told the others turning to look back at them “That’s why he’s been missing classes” your face dropped, you knew what the secrete spilling meant

“How long have you known?” Rem inquires

“Since Snape assigned the essay”

“Well, you really are the brightest witch of your age aren’t you?” Remus stated with a bit of question in his voice

“ENOUGH TALK, REMUS!” Sirius boomed “COME ON, LETS KILL HIM!”

You had never heard your father like this, and it scared you. You immediately ran to stand in front of the younger three attempting to shield them with your body

“Wait!” Remus yelled, seeing the fear in your eyes

“I DID MY WAITING” Sirius’s voice echoed through the house “12 YEARS OF IT, IN AZKABAN!”

“Whats going on” you asked, your voice wavering slightly

“Very well, kill him” Remus stated calmly

fear, shock, and betrayal ran through your body as you desperately tried to shield the younger kids behind you. Doing everything you could to protect them as Sirius advanced on you

“But wait one more minute” he said and Sirius stopped in his tracks, looking back at Remus “They have the right to know why”

“I know why” Harry said firmly stepping from behind you “You betrayed my parents! You’re the reason their dead!” He bellowed

You shook your head as tears fell down your face, not wanting to believe this. That the man you called your father could be the reason that the two people who helped raise you were dead

“no, no , no” you muttered softly as you began to pace lightly

“It wasn’t him” Remus stated and your head snapped up quickly, meeting his apologetic, yet firm, gaze “Somebody did betray your parents… somebody who, until quite recently, i believed to be dead”

“who was it then?” you said as you stepped up next to Harry, grabbing his hand and sending his a firm look, you felt him squeeze your hand tightly

“PETER PETTIGREW” Sirius laughed “And hes in this room! Right now!”

“WHAT” you yelled as your eyes went wide, frantically scanning the room

“Come out, come out Peter” he mocked while stepping towards Ron “Come out, come out and play” he extended the last syllable until his wand was flown from his hand and a sudden figure at the door drew everyone’s attention

Snape

“Vengeance is so sweet” he spit venomously “How i hoped i’d be the one to catch you”

“Severus…” Sirius started

“I told Dumbledore you were helping an old friend into the castle, here’s the proof” he chuckled airily

“Brilliant Snape” Sirius mocked and rolled his eyes “You’ve put your keen mind to the task and come to the wrong conclusion” he forced a laugh “If you’ll excuse us, Remus and i have business..” he trailed off looking towards Ron “To attend too”

“Give me a reason, i beg you” Snape spit harshly pushing his wand into Sirius’s face

“Don’t be a fool” Remus sighed

“He can’t help it” Sirius laughed “It’s habit”

“Be quite” Remus groaned

“Be quite yourself!” Sirius spit back

“You too” Snape mocked “Quarreling like an old married couple”

“Run along and play with your chemistry set!” Sirius told him

Snape only pushed his wand further into Sirius’s face, his expression growing grim “I could do it you know?” Snape inquired “But why deny the dementors? They’re so longing to see you”

All the light drained from Sirius’s eyes, his face going pale

Your eyes grew wide and your stomach churned, you had only gotten your father back and you weren’t prepared to loose him, not without some explanation and maybe a nice cup of tea

“Do i detect a flicker of fear?” Snape mocked then looked back towards you “Your precious daughter definitely seems shaken”

Your eyes grew even wider, if that was possible, and all eyes flashed on you. You didn’t want to imagine the looks on your friends faces

“Oh” Snape cooed “Your little friends here and” an amused shock spread through his face “even precious Potter didn’t know your little secrete” he smiled

If looks could kill, the shrieking shack would become even more haunted

“A dementors kiss” Snape sneered while looking back towards Sirius “One can only imagine what that must be like”

You clung even tighter to Harry as you heard your father let out a small whimper of fear

“It’s said to be nearly unbearable to witness, but i’ll do my best” he smiled

“Severus, please” Remus almost begged stepping towards the two but Snape only pointed his wand towards him before returning it to Sirius

“After you” He gestured towards the door keeping a firm grip on Sirius’s shirt

They started walking towards the door and before you could think you screamed “STUPIFY” and sent Snape flying backwards where he landed on an old bed producing a cloud of dust.

“y/n! What did you just do!” Ron yelled

“You attacked a teacher” Hermione said in disbelief

Harry just stood beside you, keeping a firm hold on him the whole time

“TELL ME THE TRUTH” You screeched, wand still held up

Remus sighed “You met him y/n, we thought he was our friend!” he said locking eyes with you

“No!” Harry said looking between you two “Pettigrews dead. You killed him!”

“I though so too, until you-”

“The map” you muttered in slight disbelief, Remus nodding his head

“The- The map was lying then!” Harry cried

“The map never lies” You and Sirius stated at the same time before looking at one another

“Pettigrew’s alive!” Sirius yelled, never breaking eye contact with you “And he’s right there!” he said breaking eye contact and pointing towards Ron

“Me?! He’s mental” Ron screamed frantically trying to scoot away

“Not you!” Sirius deadpanned “Your rat!”

“Scabbers?” Ron asked in disbelief “He’s been in my family for…”

“Twelve years?” Sirius cut him off “Curiously long life for a common garden rat! And he’s missing a toe, isn’t he?”

“so what?” Ron exclaimed hugging his rat closer to him

“Wormtail” You muttered, everything falling into place

Remus nodded towards you

“Dirty coward cut it off so everyone would think he was dead, then he transformed into a rat!” Sirius laughed humorlessly

“Give it to me Ron” You stated firmly as you advanced on Ron and grabbed the rat from him

“What are you going to do to him!?” he cried “Scabbers! Leave him alone! Get off him!”

you ignored his cries as you handed the rat over to your father. He proceeded to place him on the piano, firing off spells as the rat ran and tried to hide before he was transfigured back into Peter Pettigrew.

“Remus, Sirius!” he exclaimed “My old friends!” he yelled as he attempted to run but they blocked his path

“Harry! Look at you” he chimed in fake disbelief walking towards the boy “You look so much like your father! Like James! We were the best of friends-”

You pushed in between the two cutting off Pettigrews cry for mercy and pushing him away from you both

“Get away from him” you sneered

“y/n” he cooed “Look at you” he said stepping towards you “Your such a lady, so grown up! I remember when you were so small” He began but Sirius quickly grabbed the back of his coat and pulled him away from you and onto the floor

“How dare you speak to them!” He bellowed louder than you’ve ever him before “When your the reason James and Lily were killed” he spat as he walked towards to cowering man on the floor “ YOUR THE REASON I MISSED MY CHILDS LIFE!” he screamed in the mans face

“I didn’t mean to!” he cried “The Dark Lord. You have no idea the weapons he possesses. Ask yourself Sirius!” he exclaimed “What would you have done” he now begged on his knees

“I WOULD HAVE DIED!” Sirius stated “I WOULD HAVE DIED, RATHER THAN BETRAY MY FRIENDS” Pettigrew whimpered under his words and crawled on his knees towards you and Harry

“Harry!” he begged pulling on his trousers “James wouldn’t have wanted me killed!” he pleaded with Harry before turning to you “Don’t you remember” he begged “It’s still me, Uncle Peter!!” you felt tears sting your eyes as you remembered the man you once knew “We, we used to play games. We had fun together!” You kicked him off you and pulled Harry back and away from the pathetic excuse of a man in front of you

“That man died a long time ago and was replaced with you” you spat “A pathetic excuse of a man” you said slowly as he cried

Remus and Sirius raised their wands before Harry jumped before Pettigrew screaming “NO”

You looked towards Harry, sharing a quick look before nodding and stepping up beside him

“This man…” Remus stated

“I know what he is” Harry stated

“But we’ll take him to the castle” you finished looking between Remus and Sirius

“Bless you! Both of you oh bless you” Pettigrew cried clinging to you both

“Get off me” you kicked him off you “we said we’d take you to the castle”

“After that, the dementors can have you” Harry finished as Pettigrews face dropped and he began to cry

Remus kept Pettigrew at wand point and walked him out of the shack while Harry and Hermione helped Ron out

“Reckon that bite hurts quite a bit” Sirius said as Ron sent him a glare “I’m really sorry, but in my defense i was going after the rat” He said and you chuckled a bit drawing his attention. You walked out of the tree in silence, not really knowing what to say. As soon as you came out of the tree you were engulfed in a hug

“I prayed and prayed that i would get to see you” he spoke into your hair “you know” he started as he pulled away from you just enough to see your face but still able to hold you “you are the one thing that got me through that hell hold” you chuckled watery as tears streamed down your face. He wiped your face with his hands

“when this is all over” he said “you, me, and harry. We’ll all get a house together, somewhere nice, on the water. What do you say” you smiled brightly

“I’d like that” you said happily, looking forward to the future

You both shared another teary hug before all hell broke loose

You rushed towards Remus as he started his transformation “Remus come one, please, please, please” you begged as you threw yourself towards him “You know who i am, you know me, its y/n, its y/n, your Remus Lupin, you raised me” you kept trying, desperately trying to get him to recognize you, but it was too late. Before you knew it you were thrown back and everything went black.

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You woke in the hospital wing 2 days later. As soon as you opened your eyes you felt a body fling itself onto you and hug you like they’d never hug you again. Fred Weasley, you’d know that bright red hair and the smell of mahogany and gunpowder anywhere.

“I thought i lost you, oh Merlin, they brought you in and there was blood and you were unconscious and i was so scared” he said so quickly you almost didn’t catch it, and before you could reply he pulled you in for a long kiss

“Oh Merlin!” George exclaimed “Not in front of me, not in front of me!” he cried covering his eyes

You and Fred both laughed before you pushed him off you and George pulled you in for a hug. You both laughed as Fred sat down grumpily pouting like a 3 year old.

“come here” you muttered pulling back the blankets and scooting over enough for Fred to climb in next to you. He sat behind you and pulled you into his chest, his arms encircling your waist, and you melted into chest. George sat on the chair next to your bed.

“So what happened?” George asked after several minutes of comfortable silence

You laughed lightly before snuggling into Fred’s chest and divulging into the story. You told George about your father and past, told them both about Scabbers, or Peter Pettigrew, about the shrieking shack and Sirius, you even told them about Snape. When you finished you took a deep breath trying to get some air back in your lungs, and when you looked up you noted the shock on the twins faces.

There were a few paces of silence before you broke out laughing.

“Blimey y/n” George said

“All that happened?” Fred said

“You hexed a teacher?!” George practically yelled

“Merlin George say is louder will you” you laughed as you tried to shush him “Sooooo, what did you guys do?” you asked

“Nothing as cool as that i can assure you” Fred muttered leaning down to press a kiss to your hair. You chuckled softly

“doesn’t matter” you said lazily as you closed your eyes and snuggled deeper into Fred’s chest “I wanna hear about it”

The twins fell into story about their mischief and pranks as you laughed lightly. You fell asleep quickly, the twins story falling on deaf ears as you fell into the land of dreams.

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↬ PAIRINGS: kenma x f!reader (side aka rebound mention) miya atsumu x f!reader

↬ WARNINGS: a whole lotta angst, breakup, it’s an online relationship, kenma is cold and hurts ur feelings

↬ SUMMARY: your relationship with kenma really had felt like the last one. He was it, turns out he didn’t have similar feelings.

↬ A/N: alright loves!! This isn’t proofread at all it’s 2 in the morning I’ll edit when I wake up, butttt Thanks to my lovely ex girlfriend you are now being graced with this steaming pile of trash. (Lovely was not meant sarcastically at all she is in fact very lovely.) Ngl almost, if not all of this story is about my relationship with my ex gf. This is how I cope people. ￫ It’s taken me awhile to actually be able to right something that’s why things kinda stopped. Tbh after she broke up with me it’s been very hard for me to write so hopefully this helps! And I hope you enjoy!! I would also just like to say if it feels a lil weird it’s cause these are things I’ve actually written in my notes I tweaked it a little to fit the story but it’s straight from the source 😩

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You sighed as you opened your notes app. Your eyes scanning over all of the little facts and quirks he had told you about himself. All the stuff you’d wanted to remember. The stuff that had seemed so important to you before. Now it was meaningless, almost like facts about a stranger. Almost as if you hadn’t spent four months learning about and growing with eachother.

You scrolled down a little bit right under, how his favorite marvel character is Spider-Man and you chewed on your lip. Your fingers hovering above the keyboard on your phone. You looked over the facts again. The things he dislikes and the stuff he adores, the things he likes to collect to the way he feels passionately about a certain topic. You begin to type.

Friday June 25th 2022 12:22 Am

I cried again tonight, because I still love you. It’s been a month and six days since we broke up. It feels like there’s a hole in my chest. You seem to be doing fine though, so I’m happy for you! This is the second time since we’ve broken up that I’ve felt actual physical emotional pain in my chest. Remember when I told you how bad it hurt after we broke up? Remember how you didn’t even ask if I was ok? Didn’t even bother to answer. Do you remember that? I remember. I’ve thought about it every day since. I remember it being so bad I genuinely thought I was having a heart attack. Wasn’t until I’d called tetsu crying that he’d told me it was just emotional and I should probably try to relax.

I read through our old messages. I’ve never wanted something back so bad. Never wanted to beg anyone to stay till now. I wish you loved me like I love you. I wish I hadn’t grown so attached, wish I hadn’t fallen so deeply into love with you. I wish it wasn’t my fault that we broke up. I wish I wasn’t so fucking scared. I wish I was fearless. Wish I could rise into love bravely. I wish I was brave when it came to you. I keep telling myself it was me. It was me not you. You didn’t love me anymore. You don’t love me anymore and you’re just too nice to say that. So you told me in the only way I could handle. Except you hadn’t used the words you should have. You got bored. We both know it’s true. You were bored of it, and I don’t blame you. I know we’ll never talk again, and part of me is so glad. Another part of me forces myself to read through all our messages though. I wish I could just tell you one last time. I love you.

You sighed saving it before closing out of it. Tears you hadn’t known were falling finally became known to you as they streamed down your cheeks. Your eyes puffy as you wet your lips, the salt of them coating your tongue. You were bitter and so were your tears. I briefly wondered what he was doing right now. Probably playing a video game. You knew his schedule all to well by now. Probably testing out a new game for his stream.

A new set of fresh tears fell as you remembered how you used to call him right before he went on. Being lulled to sleep by his occasionally curses and the clicking oh his controller or his keyboard.

You never expected things to end this way. You really thought he was the last one. Yes it had only been four months, but the way he made you feel. The way that it had felt. It had felt final, and you’d been friends before you even started dating.

You sniffle moving yourself to the kitchen to poor yourself a glass of water as you remembered how nervous you were when you first texted him. You had acumulated quite the crush on him back in high school. As Inarazaki’s manager you were required to go to the games, and even after your team lost you had stuck around. Watched him play and cheered him on. Two weeks later you had begun to text, as friends of course. It wasn’t until four months ago that you’d gotten together.

Your anniversary was only two days prior to your break up. You both had never been one to even care about that stuff. You had agreed early on in the relationship that we wouldn’t do anything due to the distance, and the business of our schedules. You were never one for remembering things like anniversaries anyways.

He really did feel like the one. Sometimes you just know. Sometimes you can just feel it. Like, you know that feeling you get when you know something is off or you know for sure something is about to happen even without being told it’s going to. That’s what it felt like to be with kozume kenma.

You thought you knew, you thought this time, this time its for real. You thought it was finally safe to say, that he was the one. You both had even admitted to looking for each others initials in those stupid soulmate tik tok videos.

You were finally in a mature relationship with someone you could talk about anything to. You had gotten so caught up in it, that you didn’t even see the end creeping up on you.

↝

You’d finally gained the courage to text him again. Unfortunately it was in a drunken daze. Your hands shaking as you fumbled with your phone typing things you’d come to regret in the morning. You’d sent him a series of texts telling him how much you missed him, how you didn’t understand how he was so okay. You had been a wreck that night. One of your friends puking in her toilet as you cried. You were happy of course that he was doing so well, but you’d been a wreck for so long and he hadn’t even changed. You told him you wished you could be okay.

When you’d awoken the next morning hair knotted in a complete mess and wiping drool from your chin your heart had sunk even lower. His response was cold. You knew that kenma could be cold. You knew that it was just who he was, but this particular text had felt so unfeeling and unfamiliar, it was as if he hadn’t even sent it himself. He had only ever talked like this to you once and that was when you first became friends all those years ago.

Kozume ❤️

Hey, it’s okay. And yeah you see what I choose to put up. I could be better. But I choose to stay optimistic and busy. Sorry that things are this way.

You had never seen so many periods in a text before. He only used grammar like that when he was peeved, and maybe you were wrong, maybe he’d done that on purpose, but it had hurt so bad. It had caused an ache so deep in your chest that you weren’t sure if you’d ever even dated him at all.

Yeah.

It was the only thing you could bring yourself to respond back with. How were you supposed to respond to that? You’d stared at it for so long and after you’d sent it you wished you had said more. Wished you would’ve said something more insightful than a simple, heartbroken, “yeah.”

Not too long later there was another ping and you held your breath. His name briefly appearing across your screen.

Yeah. I could be better. But I hope you do well soon. I’m sorry that I can’t really do much to help out

And of course you did the only thing you could do. Deflect. Pretend like you hadn’t said what you’d said not even fourteen hours ago.

No it’s fine. I’m fine. You don’t have to apologize. I’m sorry that you could be doing better.

He left you on seen. You knew you sounded like an asshole. At least to you, you felt like an asshole. Why couldn’t you have come up with something else. Why couldn’t you tell him the truth. Tell him how you felt. Tell him that you didn’t think you should be broken up anymore. That the month long cruel joke was over and you were ready to spend your nights falling asleep to him playing video games again. You didn’t though, and you never would. You’re not brave enough, too prideful to even try.

You swallowed down the bile rising in your throat as you realized even if you did beg him. Begged him to take you back. Tell him that you still love him. You were too late, and you just couldn’t be selfish when it comes to him. He is over you and it was so plainly obvious. You know that deep down. Know that he’s moved on, and it kills you inside. So you did the only thing you could do. Try and put it into words.

So as you lay in bed the warm body you let occupy your space sound asleep beside you, his toned blonde hair tousled slightly and you sighed. Finally away from the shenanigans of your friends you took a deep breath before you closed your eyes.

You opened up your notes app again and scrolled past the last entry. You swallowed again as you blinked the tears out of your eyes. Your thumbs beginning to move before you even gave them permission.

Wednesday June 30th 2022 1:39 Am

Here I am again. Stuck. Stuck in the same place I’ve been for so long. You know, I write so beautifully when I’m broken. I’m most of my best work is written when I’m being torn apart. But I just, I can’t seem to find the words. I can’t seem to put it into a document and turn out little story into a different story to cope. Can’t seem to write it out. Can’t seem to move on.

I hovered over the unfollow button on your page today, to keep myself from scrolling through your things again. To keep myself from getting hurt. So I don’t have to be reminded. I want to delete it. Delete where we officially met. On a chat through my screen. I wanna wipe the messages clean. And I’ve tried. Oh how I’ve tried. But I can’t.

I want to delete our conversations. The hours long talks we had, but then, what happens afterwards? What keeps the memories alive. I’d never been so in love with someone before. I’ve never actually…. Been in love before. I thought I’d been in love, but it didn’t feel like that, and losing them never hurt like this. Losing someone has never hurt this bad before.

I’ve never felt the emptiness you left so deep in my very being with anyone I’ve ever met before. I can’t seem to pull myself together. And it’s pathetic I know. It’s pathetic that I’m still here. In the same place I was a month ago. It’s about to be two months we’ve haven’t been together. I’m hurting. Hurting so bad. It’s painful to look at you.

I haven’t deleted the photos even though I probably should. They’re still tucked away in an album in my camera roll labeled “us <3” the one one I made specially just for you. The way I’d been so excited when I was finally ready to tell my friends. I even have this stupid notes folder from when we were dating where I wrote all the little things about you that I never wanted to forget. I find you so endearing. Everything you do. I just couldn’t help but right it down to keep it safe so it never leaves my mind. So that I never forget. But now, forgetting is all I want to do.

I never thought there’d be a time in my life where I was more emotionally stunted that I normally. So stunted I can’t even put this, our split up, into words. Make it something entertaining for somebody else to read. Write a book about it. My publicist keeps asking when the sequel for my book will be done. I don’t know if it’ll ever be finished. I can’t do the one thing I’ve always been good at. I’m crying as I write this.

And I wish it would just end here in this little notes app. Wish the love would die in here. I always think I’m over you and then I see you again, and nowadays your everywhere. A very big hit and I’m happy for you and your success, but seeing you makes my heart squeeze in my chest.

I think I’m over you until I play that stupid fucking game that causes me to scream at my phone, or my laptop in frustration, but I just can’t seem to delete it because I know it’s something that you love. That show we used to talk about. I know you know which one, I can’t seem to watch it without thinking of what was. You’ve ruined it forever cause now it only reminds me of you. I know you’ll never see this, but I like to imagine you can. That my time for closure has somehow come.

When you told me you were sorry that things were this way, it was a real slap in the face. It stopped my false hope. My wishing. It all came to a halt. I’m glad. Glad that you’re happier. That you’re better without me. But god, now I’m so fucked up and I can’t even talk to you.

You were the only person I had left. The only one who understood me. And now you’re gone. You took a part of me with you that night. A part that I’ll never get back. I should’ve known that you would leave. I’ve never been able to get someone to stay for longer than three to four months.

I thought I could let my guard down though. I thought we were in the clear. I’d thought finally. Finally someone is gonna stay. I thought you were my person. I still think that to this day. I thought we were gonna make it. And now I’m with this guy I don’t even like. He’s not you, he doesn’t act like you. He doesn’t like video games like you do.

He doesn’t talk to me like you do. Like you did. But you know how it ended I don’t need to put it here. Unfortunately I’ll always love you even if you don’t love me. This is so scattered, I’m sorry I couldn’t make you happy.

With that you closed the app and put down your phone. Plugging in it and as it dinged miya atsumu rolled over in his sleep. He reached for you his hands wrapping around your waist to tug you against his strong body.

His gravely voice whispering through sleep, “mmm finally decided to come to bed?” You hum moving an arm under on of his to wrap around his thin waist. “Mhm, thought you might need the company.” You began to draw little shapes and letters against his back as he chuckled, “oh yea? How thoughtful of you princess.”

Suddenly it was quiet and your closed eyes opened to his wide brown ones, his eyebrows furrowing .

“Did you just spell kozume on my back?”

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