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happilyhertale · 1 year

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Long Lost Love - Aemond Targaryen x female!reader, Part 1

Summary: You are the daughter of Daemon and Rhaenyra. When the invitation to Aegon and Helaena's wedding came, your entire family rushes from Dragonstone to King's Landing to take part in the festivities. You haven't seen your family in King's Landing for 6 years so you are very excited...

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Warnings: At the beginning none – eventually smut (uncle/niece)

Author’s note: Hello you!

This is my first fic so please be nice :) I thought I'd just try a little self-considered story. I hope you like it. The events are not entirely similar from the series

English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:

Word count: 2,3k

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7a, Part 7b, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15

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You have waited a long time for this day. And now it was finally here. Your legs are wriggling and you are nervously fiddling with your dress as you look out of the carriage window and see the towers of the Red Keep approaching. Far too long you have been away. Six years have passed since the terrible events of Driftmark. After your parents took you and your siblings and brought you back to Dragonstone. "Y/N is everything all right? You're about to have the threads of the dress in your hands one by one if you keep this up."

Your father, Daemon Targaryen. Many fear him. Rightly so, you think. Countless times you hung on his every word as he told you how he went into battle and defeated his enemies. Or when he simply read you tales of dragons. You love him dearly, if you can put it that way, you are father's girl. And he treats you with the same warmth. He loves you with all his heart and to only a few people can Daemon Targaryen show affection or even love, but you are one of them. He would do and give anything to keep you safe. It would break his heart if he failed to protect you from the dangers of the world or simply if you did not feel loved.

It started with your birth. Your mother Rheanyra Targaryen was married to Laenor Velaryon. They already had a son together, your brother, Jacaerys Verlaryon. You love your brother very dearly. He's the kind of brother you always have fun with and who's there for you. As children, you played an incredible number of pranks and sometimes they went so far that the servants complained to your parents. When it got to the point where it seemed that Jace and you were not in control, they felt compelled to go to Daemon. They were sorry, because no one wanted to arouse the "wrath" of a dragon, but they had no other choice. If you were unlucky, Daemon would end up standing in front of you and giving you a telling off. But, what the servants didn't know, he could never keep it up for long when you looked at him with sad eyes and muttered "sorry daddy". You call him Daddy or Dad because you couldn't call him Daemon when you were a child. As a child, you wanted to call him Daemon, like all adults did. But all that came out of your mouth was "Dad". If you felt very close to him at certain moments or if you wished for something, it also became "Daddy". And to this day, you just call him Daddy. So the roles soon became clear, as soon as you were in trouble with Daemon, Jace would sent you ahead and let you call him daddy.

But when you were born, the shock was great. Your mother lay in labour on Dragonstone for over two days, even though a new life was to begin, it was a fight for life and death for Rhaenyra. Jace was already born on Dragonstone, as it was important for Rhaenyra to give birth to her children, heirs to the blood of Targaryen and the Iron Throne, on Dragonstone. Laenor was continuously by Rhaenyra's side and held her hand. Daemon was always close by to be there for your mother from a safe distance. Visibly nervous, he watched the birth. But when the maesters finally took you out and you took your first breaths in this world, your father got a fright that was quickly replaced by the feeling of joy and infinite love. As the maesters held you, your silver hair came out, your fair, porcelain skin seemed to reflect the incoming sun. Daemon knew at once, you were his daughter. When Rhaenyra finally held you in her arms, overjoyed, she simply smiled. She hugged you close to her and looked over at Daemon, who nodded lovingly at her. She looked down at you, stroking, your soft cheek as your eyes opened and Rhaenyra saw the most beautiful purple eyes she had ever seen. Laenor smiled and embraced Rhaenyra and you.

"She is the most beautiful girl in all the kingdom," gently he caressed your cheek, "What name shall she have?"

"Y/N Velaryon" says Rhaenyra with a loving smile on her lips. The understanding between Rhaenyra and Laenor was clear, everyone was allowed to have their lovers as long as the marital duties were fulfilled. Laenor was slow in fulfilling his marital duties, and so it came about from time to time that when Rhaenyra and Daemon met, they could not hold back their feelings for long.

The result of these actions was now you and that changed everything for Daemon. When he could finally hold you in his arms, it was over for him. He held you and you looked at him silently, this moment was so precious for him and he simply enjoyed this silence. When he tried to touch you, you reflexively grabbed his finger. His breath caught in his throat and he only had eyes for your small hand clutching his finger. He knew that he would not give you away.

That very evening Daemon went to Rhaenyra.

"I will take her to Viserys. I will tell him that she is my daughter and that he should confirm her legitimacy. She is no Velaryon, she is pure fire of the Targaryens."

Rhaenyra just stared at him at him. "You can't do that! Everyone would know I committed adultery! You can't, she must officially remain the daughter of Laenor."

Daemon began to smirk. "With all due love, but when you look at little Jace, do you really think anyone would think you hadn't committed adultery?"

"Daemon!", she looks at him in horror, "You can't go to my father and ask him to acknowledge my adultery and make her your daughter. No one in the entire realm has that right. Therefore, neither do you. Bastards of high Lords from all over the land would come and ask Viserys to recognize the legitimacy of these children."

"Rhaenyra, regardless of the love I have for you. But don't you ever dare call my daughter a bastard again. Viserys has the ability to recognize her and he will. I don't care about the rest of the realm. She is my daughter and she will be recognized as such."

"And what do you want to say to Laenor? Rub my adultery in his face publicly in front of the entire realm?"

"Oh come on! He lives just as happy a life, stuffed like a goose by his lover. Nothing is rubbed in his face, I have great respect for him, but I want the recognition that Y/N is my daughter. And besides, what are you trying to rub in my face by forbidding me to stand by my daughter in public?"

"He's right Rhaenyra." Suddenly Laenor stood in the room.

"Laenor...", she gasps as she turns towards the door.

"No he is right Rhaenyra. And you know that. She is his daughter. She has the Targaryen fire in her, the purple eyes, her soft white skin. He should have the chance to stand by his daughter publicly." Laenor simply nodded silently at Daemon.

So it came about that Daemon took you, his little dragon and Rhaenyra with him and they set off for King's Landing.

"We really need to sort this matter out urgently because…", King Viserys paused as he heard noises from outside. "There's a small council meeting going on right now, you can't just go in there. Prince Daemon…!" The guard tried to stop Daemon and grabbed him by the arm. With this movement, Daemon felt that the guard was getting too close to you. "If you don't get your arm out of my daughter's reach right now, I'll make sure you lose it altogether." And with that, the door opened and Viserys looked irritatedly at the entrance. Standing in the doorway was his brother, Daemon, with an infant in his arms. Right behind him stood his daughter, Rhaenyra. "Daemon, Rhaenyra? It's really good to see you, but as you can see, you're bursting right into a meeting of the small council."

"Viserys, brother, I have a very urgent matter to discuss with you." Viserys looked at him questioningly and hesitated briefly, "Daemon… please, go to the small hall, I will try to be with you as soon as possible." "Father… please, it is really urgent and we would be very much obliged if you could talk to us immediately"

And with these sentences Rhaenyra spoke for the first time for this recognition.

Rhaenyra was afraid. She wanted you to be recognised as Daemon's daughter, but at the same time she was worried about Jace. If you were legitimised, voices might be raised that if she had been unfaithful to Laenor before, she might have been so with her first child. And gods know what that was about. "Perhaps we can also postpone the last matter for today until tomorrow? It seems my brother and daughter have a big problem to discuss." Viserys spoke to his council, but could not take his eyes off the little bundle on Daemon's arm. The members of the small council nodded and then left the room.

Viserys looked helplessly into the faces of Daemon and Rhaenyra. "Can someone perhaps explain to me what is going on here?" Rhaenyra then took you from Daemon's arm and walked towards Viserys. She smiled warmly at him. "Father, this is your grandchild, Y/N. I gave birth to her, just about a week ago." Viserys was visibly moved. You were so small and delicate and had him wrapped around your finger immediately.

"Oh how delightful, this sweet little child. Hello my sweet darling." As Daemon stepped towards him, Viserys looked up. "As you can see, she is the pure flame of Targaryen blood. Her purple eyes, her porcelain-like skin, her shimmering silver hair." Viserys nodded silently, visibly pleased, he lowered his gaze to you again. "Brother, I want you to recognize her legitimacy." Viserys looked at him irritatingly, "Why should I recognize her legitimacy when she is obviously a Targaryen as well as my daughter's daughter?" "I am her father," Daemon said dryly. It seemed Viserys didn't quite understand at first. Or he didn't want to understand. A simple "How…?" left his lips. "Do you really want me to explain to you now how children are made, brother? Judging by Rhaenyra's three younger siblings, I'd say you're well aware of how it works." "Daemon!" Rhaenyra hissed.

"Oh thank you brother, but I can just about manage that. My question would rather be how it is that my daughter, who is married to Laenor Velaryon, manages to father a child with you"

"Father..," Rhaenyra said, but Daemon interrupted her.

"No, Rhaenyra, I want that legitimacy, I will talk," Daemon raised his hand slightly in her direction and then turned back to Viserys, "Viserys, brother, you know as well as I do that Laenor is neglecting his marital duties. I love Rhaenyra. Just as I loved her before she married Laenor, I still love her…" At these words Rhaenyra's heart warmed and she smiled. "…From that love, Y/N has now come forth. I love her, she is my daughter and I will not rest until she is officially recognized as that" "What..? ", Viserys looked irritatedly back and forth between Daemon and Rhaenyra, "Daemon, how do you imagine this? I just say she's your daughter and that's it? That's not possible."

"It is possible! You are the King! I ask you brother, and you know I don't ask often, but please, enable me to be a good father. Public, not behind any walls."

"I'm not quite sure… What does Laenor say about all this? Rhaenyra?" Rhaenyra stepped forward, now standing next to Daemon. She seemed hesitant, but was convinced she was doing the right thing, "It's definitely a complicated situation, father. But Laenor agrees. So am I. It's not easy and I'm afraid that in the process… Jace's lineage might be called into question, after all it would become official that I was unfaithful to Laenor at least once."

Daemon took Rhaenyra's hand in his and stroked it gently.

"But we agree, Daemon shouldn't be deprived of the opportunity to be a loving father. After all, we know he doesn't care for many people.”

Daemon smirked and looked at Viserys.

Viserys was torn, but finally said, "Okay. Daemon, I will. She will officially be your daughter. But I want you to always stand up for her, stand by her side and be a loving father."

"I stand here for nothing less. Thank you brother."

Viserys nodded and turned to Rhaenyra. "Have no fear. You are my daughter. The heir to the throne. Jace is my grandson and no one will question his lineage. I promise you that."

"Thank you Father", Rhaenyra smiled sweetly at him.

"And to you my little one, you are now officially a Targaryen. Y/N Targaryen."

Viserys kissed you lovingly on the forehead and handed you over to Daemon. When Daemon held you again, he looked at you. He smiled. The warm purple eyes that beamed at him warmed his heart. He kissed you gently on the forehead and murmured, "My little dragon." As Daemon and Rhaenyra left the room, they were happy. Rhaenyra had to wipe away a few tears, but she was happy.

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You look up into your father's face, "Naah I'm fine. I'm just excited. I mean, I haven't seen my uncles and aunt in years… Haven't heard from them… That's weird. We kind of grew up together and then all of a sudden it was just nothing. I'm excited to see how they've changed."

"How Aemond changed?", Daemon looks at you with a smirk.

You blush and look at your father in shock. "Dad! No!"

Daemon raises his eyebrows and looks at you, "Well, this "no" came a little quickly", he still smirks at you.

"Well I mean.. yeah we were close but we haven't talked since and I don't even know if he still likes me or what he's like now", and your hands were fiddling with your dress again. Your mother recognises your distress and encourages you by taking hold of your knee.

"Everything's fine, it's going to be nice. We'll spend the couple of weeks here, enjoying the festivities for Aegon and Helaena's wedding, and then we'll head back"

You smile at your mother. And then you look at your father and you say, "Also, I'm nervous because I wasn't allowed to fly here with Meraxes. Now I don't have any kind of adequate defense when you're bugging me with statements like that."

Daemon just chuckles and looks at you naggingly. Rhaenyra scowls at Daemon, but he simply takes her hand and kisses it. As you roll your eyes and look out the window, you realize you've arrived. Now you are full of nervousness. As the carriages come to a halt, a voice outside the carriage calls out "Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen…" And with that you step out of the carriage behind your parents and see your relatives.

And you just smile.

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sheeple · 1 year

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Lady Strong | Part 1

PHOTO NOT MINE. THIS IS ALL FICTION. Genre(s): Strong!reader / Angst? Fandom(s): House of the Dragon (TV series) Pairing(s): Aemond Targaryan x Strong!reader / Jacaerys Velaryon x Strong!reader (platonic/siblings) Summary: It's not easy being a Strong; with a mother who committed suicide, a father who sired three children out of wedlock and then died for it, and a creepy uncle who has nefarious plans for his niece, it's hard to find people who truly mean the best for you. Luckily there are your brothers and your fiance... right? Warning(s): SPOILERS / Mentions of suicide / burning / infidelity / English isn't my first language and I never wrote this much in the past tense. A/n: Guess who’s still alive? This show pulled me out of my writing slump (kinda) [Masterlist] [Mini masterlist] [Part Two] [Part Three]

The last thing your mother said to you was that it wasn't your fault. And that it wasn't that of your father. But mostly that it was not yours.

She said she loved you before throwing herself off the highest tower of Harrenhal. You were a mere four years old.

That was many years ago and you can bearly remember her face. There was one portrait of her, but that burned down.

As soon as the news that your mother had passed reached your father, he brought you to the capital. It was said that the king pitied you. And he also saw you as a potential friend of princess Heleana.

Life in the capital wasn't that bad. The princess and you turned out to be fast friends quickly. Yes, she was a bit weird, but she was kind and, above all, she doesn't judge.

When you first arrived in the palace, your father introduced you to Princess Rheanyra, Ser Leanor Velaryon, and their two sons. You quickly noticed that you looked like each other. The same hair, the same nose, the same lips. All that of Harwin Strong. Except your eyes were different. They got them from your father, and yours mirrored your mother's.

You knew what that meant. Especially since Jacaerys was only born two moons before you.

At that exact moment, you knew what mother implied with her words. It wasn't your nor your father's fault that it didn't work out. It was an arranged marriage, and they did their duty. But along the way, your mother fell in love with him. She couldn't stand the thought of him being with another woman, and she knew he did not love her. So she took her life.

For the fact that she made your mother kill herself, you did not resent princess Rheanyra at all. For the two years you lived at King's Landing, she treated you like a daughter. She allowed you to join Jace and Luke's lessons with the Septa. You even sometimes joined them during their training. Your father always had this big grin when you kicked any of the prince's arses.

Your happy little life all came to an end when Joffrey was born. It was clear that the babe was not fathered by Ser Leanor.

Suddenly, you were told to pack your bags because you were leaving for Harrenhal. You cried while hugging Jace and Luke, not knowing when you would see them again.

The journey was long and your behind was sore at the end of the horse ride. Grandfather was angry at father and didn't speak for the whole ride. Father tried to cheer you up, knowing what it meant for you to go back to the place where your mother died.

He stayed silent when you tried to ask if it was true that Jace, Luke, and Joffrey were your half-brothers. But the look from Grandfather confirmed what you already knew.

Getting back situated in your old room, you noticed a new piece of decoration; a painting of your mother. It hung above the fireplace. Father said nothing but just stood beside you, laying a hand on your shoulder that meant a thousand words.

That night when you almost fell asleep, the smell of smoke hit your nose and orange lights seeped through the cracks under the door. You immediately sat up and jumped out of bed. You tried to open the door but it burned your hand, the knob scolding hot.

Soon, the flames destroyed your room and you watched how the last reminder of your mother got engulfed in the flames, the paint melting in the heat.

You do not remember how you escaped with your life. You passed out because of the smoke and woke up on a stretcher, your skin covered in soot and the smell of burning flesh in your nose. Your left arm had a huge burn that scarred over, turning the flesh hideous.

When you tried to ask for your father or grandfather, nobody answered, but they all had sullen looks on their face. You were the lone survivor of the fire.

The new Lord of Harrenhal, your uncle Larys, quickly became your ward. You moved back to court. But it turned out that Jace and Luke left for Dragonstone with their mother once they heard of the fire. You received a secret raven delivered by Ser Erryk from Rheanyra that she mourned the death of your father and hoped that you could visit her and her sons any time soon.

You didn't have to wait long to see your brothers again. Sadly, lady Leana Velaryon passed by dragon fire, almost the same night as the fire of Harrenhal.

Uncle Larys dragged you to Driftmark with him to pay your respects to the family of lady Leana, her husband prince Deamon, and their children.

You stood facing the ocean, blinking rapidly to fight back the tears. This isn't the right moment to mourn your father's death, your uncle told you.

Someone announced their presence beside you and you looked up. "My prince", you muttered softly whilst bowing.

Prince Aemond looked over the sea and down onto ser Leanor, who stood up to his knees in the water motionless. "Rather pathetic, isn't it?"

"What is, my prince?"

The white-haired boy scoffed. "Acting in such a shameless manner. I would get revenge on the one who wronged me." The prince glanced at his uncle, who leaned nonchalantly on a wall, his eyes focused on princess Rheanyra.

You hesitated for a moment to speak. "Not everything is resolved by violence, my prince."

Princes Aemond turned his gaze on you. His eyes fell on your gloved hands. "Are you sure about that?"

His implications were clear. Someone had started the fire. The slightest mention of the death of your father and grandfather being on purpose, made your eyes water. Lifting your skirt, you hurried away to safe face in front of almost everybody important in court.

Hiding in a random alcove, you heard steps getting closer and you feared what your uncle would have said. Instead, the Queen appeared.

"My child", she said softly, taking your tear-stained face in her hands. There was pity in her eyes, and sorrow. She knew what it was to lose a parent, so she could imagine how it must have felt to lose them both.

You quickly bowed, wiping your face. "You-your Grace. I must apologise for my behaviour, it will not happen again." Looking down, you tried to not cry more. But the tears just kept on coming.

Queen Alicent sighed deeply, pulling you to her chest and hugging you. It was the first hug you received since the passing of your father. That broke you, and you cried like a babe in the arms of the Queen. She stroked your hair and let you grieve for a moment.

After a while, you took a step back and did not dare to meet her eyes, afraid of what she would say and ashamed of your demeanour. Before you could apologise again, she silenced you with a motherly look. A look that said that it was okay.

Wiping away the tears on your face, she called for a maid and ordered her to take you back to your room and put you to bed. She maid compiled without a word and lead you to your chambers.

You slept the remainder of the day. Once night fell, you awoke from your slumber and decided to sneak to the kitchen to try to find something to eat. Except, you found your brothers, their cousins, and prince Aemond in a standoff, screaming at each other.

"What's going on?", you asked unsure, not knowing if you were overstepping the boundaries.

One of the twin girls turned towards you. "He stole my mother's dragon! She belonged to me!"

"Your mother is dead. It is in my right as a dragon to claim one. Maybe your cousins can help you find a pig to ride, it would suit you." Prince Aemond had a smug look on his face.

The girl screamed and charged at the prince. But he fended her off easily. Her sister now joined and hits him in the face. Aemond returned the favour and punched her so hard that she fell to the ground.

Now your brothers joined, getting in on the fight. A scream escaped your lips as you watched how all four hounded up upon the prince. You tried to intercept, pulling anyone you could manage off of Aemond, but you got thrown to the side yourself. Aemond managed the kick them off, blood is flowing and whines of pain are heard as the children fell to the ground, hitting their heads.

He held Luke by the throat and lifted up a rock. "You will die screaming in flames, just like your father did. Basterds." Aemond looked at Jace, venom in his words.

"My father is still alive!", cried Luke, his nose bleeding.

Aemond drops his arm to his side. "He doesn't know, does he? Lord Strong."

Jace unsheathed his blade and goes to attack Aemond, the girls crying out his name. The white-haired boy pushed Luke towards the eldest and Jace easily caught his brother and pushed him behind him.

Jace goes to swipe his blade towards Aemond, but the latter hit him with a rock and Jace fell to the ground. Jace throws sand into Aemond's face as he notices his younger brother grabbing his knife.

At the moment Aemond's distracted by the sand, Luke goes to swipe.

You jumped in between them, attempting to stop your brother from doing something incredibly stupid.

But while Luke cuts out Aemond's eye, he managed to also slice your face. The white-haired prince cried out in agony as his eye gushed with blood. You dropped to the ground and hold your face yourself, feeling the sticky blood cover your hands.

Your brothers screamed out and rushed towards you, both had tears on their faces and panic in their eyes.

Not a second later, royal guards arrived at the scene and take asses the situation. They took the children inside and called upon their parents.

While the King demanded to know what happened, a maester tended to your wound. "It might scar, lady Strong, but the wound is not too deep, so you might be lucky", the maester mumbled while king Viserys and queen Alicent argue about Aemond's eyes.

As the King moved away, queen Alicent grabbed his blade to take an eye for an eye.

A primal instinct inside you suddenly came and you jumped up from your chair, pushing past the maester and your uncle. You jumped in front of the Queen, just as she was about to strike. The blade wedged itself in your shoulder and you cried out in agony.

Screams are heard from around the room and people rushed towards you. Panic was in the eyes of the Queen as she realised what she had done.

As you slowly slid down into the arms of someone, your eyes felt tired.

"I'm sorry, your Grace. I'm sorry...", you mumbled out the same words as that afternoon, a single tear rolled down your cheek before you lost consciousness from the pain.

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thundercloud12 · 7 months

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The Second Potter

a/n: This is my first story, please bear with me. This is a multiple part story focusing on the cousin of Harry and the love story between her and Draco. This is placed in the seventh year before the war and has modern technology. DO NOT STEAL MY WORK OR IDEA!!

Warnings: cursing, violence, mention of death, pregnancy, weed

Part one.

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“Welcome students back to Hogwarts. This year is going to be a little different. We have a new student transferring from another school of Wizardry and Witchcraft from America. Please be kind and treat her with respect and welcome her to her new school.” Said Dumbledore standing in front of the whole school.

To everyone, a new student this late on the year is abnormal. Never done before. Whispers spread through the great hall. “Who is she?” “I wonder if she’s hot” “I wonder where she will be sorted” “Hopefully not Slytherin”. The boys of Slytherin had looks of distaste and boredom. They didn’t even want to be apart of the sorting ceremony for the first years, let alone be apart of a the new student. “Have y’all seen the new girl?” questioned Theodore Nott. “No, I bet she’s ugly and a muggle. Only Dumbledore would be stupid enough to allow a transfer so late.” Draco stated with much distaste. “Do you think she would be sorted into Slytherin? I hope so because I need a girlfriend in the group” Pansy replied with a hopeful smile. Being the only girl in the Slytherin group had its pros and cons.

“Quiet down students. It is time to welcome y/n Potter” the voice coming from Dumbledore had a hint of pride and worry laced. Shocked would be an understatement surrounding the students. No one new there was another Potter. Everyone looked to Harry and before Hermoine could speak, the doors to the great hall opened. Every guy was drooling, mouths hung down and every girl spit out jealousy. In walked y/n, wearing a loose white blouse, a short fitted plaid skirt, and black knee high boots. Her hair was in a half do with a black bow tied around the small ponytail. She was the most beautiful girl anyone has seen. With that being said, her face showed anger as she angrily walked her way to the front of the great hall. Ready to get this over and finally have it out with Harry.

Draco, Theodore, Mattheo, Blaise and Pansy were shocked to say the least. Pansy new by her attitude and her fashion that they were going to be great friends. The boys however, wanted to snatch her up and call her theirs. They started placing bets on who gets the rights. However, Lorenzo knew exactly who she was. They had been friends for the longest time and he never thought he would see her again. He also knew this was not going to be good.

Back story: See, y/n is the cousin to Harry ;James’ niece. There was a special, uncommon bond between the two. They were both born on the same day and time, almost like they were twins. It was never seen before in 150 years. After, Lilly and James were killed; Voldemort went straight to y/n’s parents and killed them too. But one thing was strange, he could not kill y/n and Harry. They both have the same scar, y/n’s is on her chest instead of above the right brow. There was a clear connection between the 2 but no one knew why. Harry was taken to live with the Dursley’s, whereas y/n was taken to a wealthy family in America. She then went to a school similar to Hogwarts. Harry and y/n always kept in touch, sending letters to each other any chance they could get. It then stopped a year prior to her getting transferred Hogwarts. Lorenzo and y/n we’re best friends because both of their parents were best friends as well. Over the summers, they would stay at each others houses and they saw each other like brother and sister and nothing more.

Present: “Oh no, this is not good” said Enzo in a panicked tone. This caught the curiosity of his friends. “Do you know her Enzo? And why is it bad?” Before Enzo could reply. A loud voice yelled throughout the hall. Capturing the eyes and ears of all the students and staff. “WHERE IS HE” yelled y/n as she scanned the room looking for the victim . Once her eyes laid on him and she marched her way over to the poor boy who looked scarred yet angry. “HARRY! I AM GOING TO KILL YOU” To say the least, Hermoine and Ron were worried and looked between Harry and the new girl . “Harry what’s going on?” Questioned a very scarred Ron that’s currently in the path of a mad woman and an angry Harry. “Y/N STOP! This is crazy! It’s not my fault!” Boomed Harry, surprising everyone; even Professor Snape. “ NOT YOUR FAULT?! You are the reason my daughter is dead. You are the reason. If you wouldn’t have searched out to find Voldemort, he wouldn’t have came to me and killed my unborn daughter. All your searching and determination got her killed and I tried to stop you and YOU DIDNT LISTEN. You stopped sending letters and were upset because I told you it was going to get people killed. You really think he was the only coming after you?! WE ARE ATTACHED HARRY!! HE COULDN’T KILL US! WHEN HE COULDNT GET TO YOU HE GOT TO ME FOR REVENGE. I WISH HE WOULD’VE JUST KILLED YOU ALREADY BECAUSE MY DAUGHTER WOULD STILL BE ALIVE!” Screamed y/n with tears pouring down her face. She didn’t realize there was someone holding her until she was finished. She immediately recognized it to be Enzo. He whispered sweet nothings in her ear to calm her down. “ME?! I WAS TRYING TO SAVE YOU! TRYING TO SAVE US! I DID IT FOR US! IM SORRY SHE WAS KILLED BUT WHAT ABOUT ME! HE WAS ALWAYS COMING FOR ME. YOU WERE SAFE, I WAS NOT. HONES..” before he could finish, a loud smack was heard and followed by a chorus of gasps.

“Everyone, follow your prefects back to your dorms” Professor Dumbledore stated. The scene that unfolded was not expected. Dumbledore new both the Potter’s didn’t talk anymore but did not know why. All he was aware was that Voldemort attacked y/n in her school and caused a war and needed to get her safe. He did know what house she was sorted in because they did that before introducing her. She was sorted into Slytherin and makes sense. Enzo walked y/n into the common room where she could relax. He wanted to take her into his room and cuddle her like they have always done but y/n stopped when she saw his friends sitting by the fire. Draco, Theo, Mattheo, Blaise and Pansy waited for Enzo, talking about the events that unfolded not too long ago. “That 100% was hot” smirked Mattheo as Pansy slapped his arm. “This is serious, she lost a child at a young age. I could not imagine” Pansy stated very sadly. Before anyone else could comment, they noticed Enzo and y/n walking through the common room and Pansy hugged y/n. “ I know you don’t know me but I am so sorry. I’m Pansy by the way” “thank you that means a lot. Enzo, I want to get my mind off of everything. Where can we smoke and did you bring your weed?” To this, everyone was surprised. The new, attractive girl who just slapped the golden boy in-front of everyone; wants to smoke. She’s definitely a Slytherin“We can go to the astronomy tower. Would you like company?” “Sure, I’m guessing the boys starring at me is your friends? They can come too.” To say the least all the boys jumped up and followed Enzo and y/n to the astronomy tower. They all sat down and began a smoke fest. It was a weird silence because no one knew what to say and y/n hated that, so she broke the ice.

“ I know that everyone already knows my name but I want to introduce myself because that is not me. I am 16 and I grew up in America with my adopted family because of course you know that Voldemort killed mine as well as Harry’s. We’re both cousins and I grew up way better than he did but we always still talked up until Voldemort killed my daughter. I grew up in New Orleans, Louisiana, a town where wizardry and witchcraft is very prominent. And I know just by the looks on everyone’s face that you want to know why my daughter was killed. My boyfriend and I at the time were expecting a child obviously. A daughter who we named Ophelia. Of course I knew about Voldemort before Harry did, but I wasn’t expecting him to come after me all because he couldn’t locate Harry. When he did locate me, he put a spell on me that made my labor horrible and my daughter would not survive. However, at the time I did not know that. I thought he was just torturing me. He killed a lot of my friends and lot of students. It was so gruesome I don’t even know how I survived. I didnt know why he came until after about a week after. I found out that Harry was meddling and tried to kill Voldemort so he came after me. All he ever thought about was himself, and from what Enzo told me is that he is the golden boy, so I made it my mission to get transferred here to Hogwarts to make his life a living hell. Just like he made mine.” no one knew what to say and Pansy was in the corner crying as well as Enzo. “ I don’t want y’all to feel sorry for me. From what Enzo has told me is that you all are my kind of people and we would get along. I just wanna have fun and I want everyone to help me torture Harry, like he did me. Now tell me about yourselves” The night was spent smoking, laughing, crying and flirting. Y/n slowly started gravitating towards Draco. She could tell they were very similar by the stories he told. All of them were attractive to say the least but there was more to Draco that caught her eye. He was handsome. She found herself wrapped up in his arms as they shared a blunt. Enzo did not look happy for obvious reasons but did not intervene because the first time in a year, she looked genuinely happy. The night went fast and they found themselves heading back to their room. Y/n and Draco said goodbye with a comforting hug before separating.

The following day, she woke up a little early to look her best. Of course she altered the uniforms because they were a disgrace. Her skirt was shorter and she didn’t wear that ugly gray sweater. She wore something was sexier. A long sleeve white blouse, the green tie wrapped around her neck, her chunky white high top converse and her hair in a high ponytail. She kept the makeup natural looking but keeping her eyes looking eccentric. She left her robe open as her and Pansy made their way into the hall for breakfast. Of course, everyone looked at her but she didn’t care. Her main focus was on Draco as she made her way towards him. He kept looking at her and a light smirk crossed his face and waved her over to a spot he saved. She sat down and laid her head on his shoulder. Everyone looked at them, shocked but continued on with their conversation. Across the room, Harry glared at y/n as his eyes followed her right to Draco.

“Bloody hell. Her and Draco?! We’re doomed” replied Ron as he watched what was behind him. “Hermoine why won’t you sit with us?” Questioned Harry as he noticed she sat away from the 2 boys. “I hope it’s all not true. If we are the reason her daughter is dead, I’m going to be sick. She has every right to hate you Harry. Why didn’t you tell us, tell me?” Hermoine’s words struck Harry as he started to slowly realize what he had done. The golden trio has now been called the dark trio. As their actions killed an innocent baby and the soul of an innocent young girl.

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The beginning is not the best. I promise the story will get better. Please leave a comment if you like it.

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merilles · 30 days

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Can I just say I adore Dúvain?! She's so cool! I have a bunch of Nazgul ocs myself and I hardly ever see any other Nazgul ocs out in the wild. She reminds me a bit of my oc, Lily. Both have a lot of angst surrounding their Nazgulification. I was wondering if there's a summary of some kind of Dúvain's backstory? I've gotten tantalizing hints and I need to know more! :D

Giggling and kicking my feet, it's delightful to know people are interested in her! My favourite wet cat lady knight <3

CW below for non-graphic discussion of topics such as war, death, and torture

Dúvain, born Lómivanë, was the niece of the Lord of Andúnië during the last years of Tar-Atanamir's reign. Her uncle, Andúnion, was married to the princess Antaríel and had a daughter as well, Eldacálë. the two grew up like sisters, but were very different people and the Lord obviously favoured his own over Lómivanë. She was strange, solitary, quiet; preferring books and horses over people. Her beautiful mother Melilótë died in childbirth, while her beloved father Tindómion later fell ill shortly before her majority. She was thus left to her uncle who loved her little, deprived of an independent inheritance as the daughter of his younger brother.

Andúnion sought to marry her to another Lord of Númenor, condemning her to keep his house and bear him children. She feared that fate more than death, her dread driving her to join the Númenórean military as a calvary soldier. Few mortal women participated in such an occupation, and she found herself scorned both by men and her own sex. But she always wanted to explore Middle-earth, seeing the colonial wars as an excuse to do so. At the time Númenor was rapidly expanding and fighting sauron's vassal-kings, who had grown mighty with their rings of power. She had no idea what she was getting into, succumbing to Númenórean propaganda and having grown up quite wealthy and sheltered.

Through deeds of surpassing valour and sacrifice she rose in the ranks despite being a woman. She was knighted, established in Lebennin by the king's decree as the captain of the Númenórean forces in that land. She also translated her name into Sindarin to reflect her new life. She was very principalled: valuing honesty, honour, and obedience. She followed orders from her superiors closely, because she believed that they knew what was best. They were fighting against people they perceived to be evil, and some certainly served Sauron, not the least those who received rings of power from him. She bought into this sentiment, though had frequent second thoughts when killing soldiers who were just like her.

She imagined they too had brothers-in-arms that mourned them, certainly making many widows and orphans. She questioned the purpose of this war of attrition, for they gained little ground and could not kill these kings. The council of Númenórean lords upon Middle-earth gathered under the shadow to make a deadly decision. They sought a foray into enemy territory to gain an advantage at last in the lands over the great river, and so a company of the finest warriors was sent secretly into the land under the Ephel Dúath (which would later become Ithilien). Sauron perceived them, in part thanks to the traitorous lord of Umbar. They were outnumbered and defeated, a their Captain taken prisoner.

She was brought in chains to Barad-dûr, where she was thrown in the deepest dungeons and tormented endlessly. She was isolated in the darkness, grieving for the deaths of her fallen brothers. She blamed herself for leading them to their doom, despite it being the Númenórean Lords' decision. Sauron intended to put her to his own use by granting her a ring of power, a dark knight to lead his armies against his enemies. Dúvain only hung onto life by a thin thread, for she still feared death, as was the condition of mortals. She was broken, quailing under the weight of her own despair.

Now weakened, she was taken out of the dungeons and brought in chains at the foot of Sauron's throne. Worn down to nothing with no power of her own, she had no choice but to accept a ring of power from her enemy; in fact, it was forced upon her by his hand. No deceit did he use, only the full extent of his cruelty and will to dominate others. He twisted her into a deadly weapon, unmatched on the field of battle; men fled before her upon her return from Mordor, their blood and the blood of their sons staining her sword. And she wept in secret for what he had turned her into.

She became known only as The Black Blade of Lebennin, bearer of Sapthân the Foolstone, the woman she once was forgotten...

#asks #oc: duvain #there's a lot more to her story/character but this is the briefest backstory i have for her #thanks for your curiosity!!!#please feel free to dm me - i love chatting about ocs :3c

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andydrysdalerogers · 6 months

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Sliding Into Home ~ Trial By Fire

Pairing: MLB!Frank Adler x Abigail Hernandez (OFC)

Synopsis:

After a trade from Boston to Los Angeles, first baseman Frank Adler would seem to have it all. Money, women, an amazing niece, yes Frank should have it all. Except for one thing. One thing that left after a mistake five years ago. Los Angeles should be the chance to start over. Except she is supposed to be in Boston. Not his new medical director.

* A Frank Adler AU x Major League Baseball Story**

Warning: ANGST (i can't stress this enough), second chances, cheating, S~M~U~T!!, slow burn, drug use, abandonment issues, betrayal, domestic violence (i may have missed some), flashbacks

Dividers by me

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Michael David Weiss knew that he was going to be a lawyer. His parents had always commented that the amount Mike had complained and argued, the only thing he could be was a lawyer. He was in Debate Club in high school and college, part of student court, played baseball with Frank and was infatuated with Abby.

What he was expecting was falling for Frank’s little sister. Diane Adler was something that came out of left field. He came home from school during winter break and met up with his best friend. Abby wasn’t going to be here for break as she was visiting family, so it was just he and Frank. Frank was making popcorn for the movie and grabbing a couple of beers. Mike was on his phone when a voice called out.

“Hi Mike.”

When he looked up, he saw a curvaceous blonde looking back at him. “Diane?”

“Hey.” She walked, no, glided into the room and sat on the couch, checking her phone. Mike swallowed. Diane was a scrawny kid, five years younger than himself, but she looked like a dream now. Her long blonde hair had hung to her waist, her curves peeking under her knit sweater and leggings.

Diane had made sure she looked good when she found out Mike was coming home. She had a crush on him since she was eight. She was eighteen now and grew into her long limbs and cornsilk hair. She saw, out of the corner of her eye, how Mike reacted to her. She smiled to herself. He might be five years older, but she was mature for her age.

Or so she thought.

Mike and Diane hid their affair from her brother and best friend. They would meet at shady motels whenever Mike came back into town, had sex, smokes weed, drink, whatever they wanted. Mike also introduced Diane to harder drugs, things he used to stay awake and study or bring him down to sleep. It was a vicious cycle that eventually destroyed their relationship.

When Diane found out she was pregnant, she sent a letter to Mike to tell him. He hadn’t reacted well, calling her a slut, a whore. That she slept around and the baby couldn’t possibly be his. He ordered her to get rid of it. But Diane couldn’t. It wasn’t her baby’s fault that its father didn’t want them. She kept clean and gave birth to a healthy baby girl. She didn’t list Mike as the father because her shame took over. She gave in to the darkness of her addiction and gave up hope of raising her little girl. So, she left her with the two people she knew would love and care for her the most.

Mike didn’t want to be associated with the baby. But he still went back and had fun with Diane. They got high together still, fooled around, although Mike was more careful now. And when Diane wanted Mary back, Mike made sure he provided the evidence so she never could.

This turned out to bite him in the ass.

He had a drunk night with Bobby Fuller and he told him everything. And he used drugs in front of Bobby, who had refused to get high with him for the sake of his career. He thought, with the collaboration in destroying Frank’s image and relationship, that the comradery would continue.

Until he saw Bobby, sitting in the gallery, waiting to be called as a witness for Frank and Abby.

“Your Honor, I am not sure why Mr. Fuller was called as a witness as he has never interacted with the child,” Mike argued.

“Whether or not Mr. Fuller has interaction with the child is not a testament to Mr. Weiss’s competency as a parent,” Andy said. “Mr. Fuller can provide an insight into the daily life of Mr. Weiss since he was living with Mr. Fuller for the last couple of months.”

The judge looked back and forth. “I’m going to allow it as Mr. Weiss has yet to prove that he is a fit parent.”

“Thank you, Your Honor,” Andy said. “We would like to call our first witness, Mr. Scott Evans.” Scott stood up and went to the witness chair. “Hello Mr. Evans. Can you tell me how long you have worked for Mr. Adler?”

“Almost six years.”

“And have you witnessed any red flags in Mary’s care?”

“No.”

“In your opinion, has Frank Adler been a model parent to his niece?”

“Yes, I believe so. I mean no parent is perfect, but he does his best when it comes to Mary. She was four when I met her. She loved her uncle so much. They have traditions when they are together, he calls every day when he is on the road. He makes sure she knows that she and his wife are the center of his world.”

“What do you think of Abby?”

“She is wonderful. She puts Mary first, much to the annoyance of Frank.” The room chuckles. “She would do anything for Mary.”

“Thank you, Scott. No further questions.” Andy sat down as Mike stood up.

“Mr. Evans, have you ever seen Mr. Alder or Dr. Adler consume alcohol in front of Mary?”

Scott frowned. “Occasionally, at home. When we go out to dinner, one of them does but the other stays sober to drive.”

“At home, have you ever seen them drink more than, let’s say, two drinks in a night or do any other substances?”

“Maybe after Mary has gone to sleep, we might drink a little more. Never anything else. Frank was clear when I was hired that he wouldn’t tolerate any drugs in the house.”

Mike frowned. This wasn’t going his way. “Thank you, Mr. Evans.”

“Alright, I want to speak to Mary alone,” the judge said. “As this is between three people, Mr. Evans, I would like to ask you to be her guardian as a witness.” Scott nodded, took Mary’s hand and started to walk her back to the judge’s office. But before they go too far, Mary let go and ran back to Frank. She threw herself into his arms.

Frank kissed the top of her head. “It’s ok Nugget. Just be honest, ok?”

“I love you dad.”

“I love you too.” He let her go and Mary hugged Abby.

“Love you mama.”

“I love you too baby girl.” She pushed her towards Scott. She stepped back and Frank took her hand. “Frankie,” she whimpered.

“Its ok Cricket. She’ll be with Scott and she’s gonna be right back.” He led her back to their seats, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles. He spared a glance to Mike who grinned. “What a jackass,” he said under his breath.

“Don’t Frankie,” Abby whispered. She looked at Mike, who wiggled his fingers. He wants a reaction in front of the judge.

“I hate this, Cricket.”

“I know.” She leaned against him and closed her eyes. The nausea came back, and she reached down for the ginger iced tea she had brought with her.

“You ok, Cricket?” Frank frowned as Abby took a big sip.

“Your child is misbehaving,” she said with a smile. “I’ll be ok.”

Just then the door opened, and Mary and Scott came back. Mary ran right into Frank and sat on his knee, hugging him around his neck. “Alight,” the judge said. “Mr. Barber, you had another witness?”

“Yes, Your Honor. I would like to call Robert Fuller to the stand.” Bobby nervously patted his hair and walked to the front. “If it is ok with the court, I would like to invite Mr. Weiss to speak to Mr. Fuller first,” Andy asked.

“That’s an unusual request but I’ll allow it,” the Judge said.

Mike stood up and looked at Bobby. “Mr. Fuller, would you consider us friends, right?”

“Yes.”

“Have I ever said to you that Mary wasn’t my daughter?”

“No.”

Mike smirked. “Noting further.”

Andy stood up. “Mr. Fuller, you know my client, Frank Adler.”

“Yes.”

“How did you meet?”

“We met at training camp for the Boston Red Sox. We were rookies together.”

“Friends?”

“Yeah, we were friends. I was there when Frank had to take custody of Mary.” Bobby swallowed.

“Is it true that you helped drug Mr. Adler in Las Vegas approximately six years ago?”

Mike stood up. “Objection, relevance.”

“Withdrawn. Mr. Fuller, when did Mr. Weiss come to stay with you?”

“Three months ago or so.”

“Any reason why?”

“He said he needed a place to crash while he figured some stuff out.”

“Is it true that you came forward on your own?”

Bobby looked at Mike. “Yes.”

“Why?”

“I needed to be honest.”

“Was there something weighing on you?”

“Yes.”

“Want to explain?”

Bobby hesitated. “I – I heard Mike saying that he wanted to mess up Frank’s life. That he stole Abby from him, and he wanted to take away the only other person that he loved. He said he knew that he was Mary’s father but...”

“But what, Mr. Fuller?”

“I’d rather not say in front of Mary.”

The judge understood. “Mr. Evans, can you sit with Mary outside of the court for a few minutes. We’ll call you back in a few minutes. Bailiff, please have a deputy stand guard.”

Everyone moved as needed before the court settled again. “Mr. Fuller, please continue,” Andy said.

“Mike said he knew he was Mary’s father but that he wished Diane had listened to him and gotten rid of the baby. That the baby almost fucked, sorry, messed up his life. That he didn’t want to change his life from booze, drugs and women.”

“Drugs?” Andy spun back to Bobby. “Have you ever seen Mr. Weiss use drugs?”

“Yes.”

“Liar! You’re a fucking liar Fuller!” Mike rose from his seat and the bailiff moved to keep Mike in his area. “You know shit!”

“Mr. Weiss, control yourself or you will be removed from the courtroom. Bailiff, stand there and make sure Mr. Weiss does not leave his seat.” The judge glared at Mike. “Mr. Fuller, do you have any proof of these transgressions?”

“Yes. My apartment has a doorbell camera and a camera that is in the kitchen watching the door. I’ve had a couple of break ins. The kitchen camera caught Mr. Weiss shooting up.”

Abby gasped and covered her mouth. Frank growled softly and held Abby’s other hand to ground himself. The sick bastard was a drug user and wanted custody of his daughter. Over his dead body.

“Mr. Fuller has forwarded that video to me today and I have submitted it to the court clerk for the record. Based on this evidence, we request that his objection to the adoption be rejected and allow the adoption to be expedited due to trauma Mary has experienced. We want her to be settled as soon as possible.”

The judge looked over the video that had been loaded to his tablet. “Based on evidence presented, I am rejecting the objection to the adoption and rejecting Mr. Weiss’s claim for custody as a parent. Mr. Weiss is unfit to be a parent in any capacity. I will be forwarding my recommendation to the judge in the adoption case.”

“No! She is my kid! You can’t do this!” Mike yelled. The bailiff placed his hand on Mike’s shoulder to hold him in place.

“Furthermore, I am rejecting bail for you, Mr. Weiss. You will be taken back into custody as a flight risk and face the charges of kidnapping and child endangerment. Bailiff, please place Mr. Weiss under arrest.”

“No! You son of a bitch!” Mike tried to lunge at Frank who placed himself in between Mike and Abby. “You fucked up my life!”

“You did it the moment you took the drugs and got my sister pregnant. We’ll see you at trial.”

Mike thrashed and yelled obscenities at Abby and Frank. It took four deputies to get him back into custody. Once his voice was no longer heard, the judge motioned to the deputy at the door. Mary and Scott walked back in. “Young lady, you have been very brave the past few weeks. I wanted to personally let you know that no one is going to stop your parents from finishing the adoption.”

“Really?!”

The judge chuckled. Really. “We are adjourned.”

Frank whipped his family into his arms. Abby and Mary sobbed into his chest as he fought his own tears. “Thank you,” he mouthed to Andy, who smiled at the family. He reached over and grabbed Scott to pull him in. As he let go, Bobby walked up to them. “Adler, can I talk to you?”

Frank cocked his head to the side, and he stepped away from his family. “Yeah?”

“I just wanted to apologize to you. For helping Weiss, treating you like crap,” he swallowed, “and for Vegas. I knew it was wrong, but Weiss twisted everything.”

“Yeah, he does that.”

“Yeah well, when he talked about taking Mary away, I just couldn’t stomach that. When I heard about the motion, I called Andy and said I needed to say my piece. I’m really sorry man, for everything.” He stuck out his hand.

Frank grasped it and shook. “Thank you for telling the truth.” Bobby nodded and walked out of the court. Mary ran up to Frank and tugged on his hand.

“Can we go to eat? I’m starving,” Mary proclaimed.

“Sure, Nugget, let’s get outta here.”

The group headed to dinner and sat around in a private room. A bottle of champagne is passed around. Abby stops the waiter from pouring in her glass. “None for me, thank you.”

“You? skip champagne? Scott snorted. “What are you, pregnant or something?” he joked.

Abby smiled. “Sure am.”

Scott sputtered his champagne. “What?”

“We’re gonna have a baby.” Frank and Abby shared a look before Frank leaned over and kissed Abby softly. “Love you mama.”

“Love you too Daddy.”

Just three more parts left!

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minniethemoocherda · 1 year

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Sins of the Past: Brown Eyes

Summery: A collection of drabbles set in my modern au where the Bad Batch raise Omega after rescuing her from the abusive hands of their mother. In this chapter, Tech finds himself constantly running into the one and only Phee Genoa.

A/N: I have fallen head over heels for Tech x Phee! Tech deserves some love! And Phee is so cool! I had to write a chapter about them! I hope this fluff makes up for all the previous load of angst as for once this chapter does not contain any warnings! I hope you enjoy! And Happy Bad Batch Finale Eve everyone! I can't believe the season is almost over already! Thank you so much to everyone who's stuck around with this fic since season 1! Or if you started reading in season 2! The amount of support I have gotten from this fic has been unbelievable so again thank you! Xxxxxxxx

Tech had always been good at spotting patterns. Whether that be in art or maths or people. And recently he had begun to notice a pattern emerging in regards to one person in particular.

It all started when he and his brothers were fixing up Cid's bar. Bolo and Ketch had gotten into an argument with another couple which ended up with the two of them getting thrown across the bar into the wall. Cid had brought them in to fix the old wooden panelling.

Whilst they worked, the bar was supposed to be closed. But that didn't stop a woman with dark skin, golden coiled hair and an upturned smile from walking in. Tech was about to inform her that they were currently closed, when Cid brushed him off, saying that the woman was an old friend of hers that had recently moved back into town. Her name was Phee.

Tech hadn't given their first interaction much thought. She had hung around the bar, chatting to his brothers whilst she caught up with Cid but besides calling him Brown Eyes, they didn't talk much.

The bad batch had made a habit of going to Cid's bar for dinner on Thursdays as it was one of its quieter days so Cid gave them a personal discount if they came. Not long after their first meeting, Tech noticed that Phee had also begun to make a habit of appearing on Thursday's, to hang around with Cid and enthral Omega with tales of her exploits as a treasure hunter. At first, Tech assumed that as a close associate of Cid, Phee was also taking advantage of a personal discount.

But then she started making an appearance at their jobs sites as well. Not seemingly on Cid's behalf, just to tell more of her tales whilst they worked. Tech didn't mind her presence as she never distracted him from his work and he had to admit that he did find her stories entertaining if outlandish. At the time his new hypothesis was that she was simply making up for lost time by catching up with Cid after being away for so long.

And then she showed up outside of Omega's school.

Tech was waiting to pick up his little sister when the familiar voice called out across the playground.

"Fancy seeing you here Brown Eyes!"

He turned around and as expected, leaning against the school fence stood Phee.

"Good afternoon. I'm here to pick up Omega. What are you doing here?" He asked, as she made her way over to him.

"Well I'm here for my niece." She replied, "Ain't that a coincidence huh?"

Tech was starting to put the pieces together that their continued meetings were probably more than a coincidence.

But before he could delve deeper into that thought, the school bell rang out across the playground, shortly followed by the hordes of children.

In the past months under their care, Tech had become quite adapt at picking out the blonde head of his younger sister out of a crowd. He soon spotted Omega running across the playground towards him along with a similarly aged girl with familiar coiled hair and dark brown skin who had to be Phee's niece.

The girl leapt into Phee's open arms. Tech was impressed by the treasure hunter's strength. He knew how deceptively heavy growing children could be.

After a spin, Phee settled them back onto the ground.

"Allow me to introduce Lyana!" She said with a dramatic bow. Lyana gave a welcome wave to Tech.

"A please to meet you." Tech said.

Phee, stroked her hand over the Lyana's head. Although her eyes were on Tech, she appeared to be subconsciously detangling some of the girl's curls. Lyana was smiling at her aunts antics like she was the greatest person in the universe.

Until this moment, Tech hadn't fully realised how good Phee was with children. He knew that she was an engaging storyteller with the exploits she would tell Omega about but he hadn't noticed until now all the extra exaggerations and efforts she would put in to make the child laugh. In fact Phee was very good at a lot of things. Tech had seen her off handily complete her brothers' maths without calculator a calculator as she wondered around their building sites. And she was still the only person who gave him a challenge when playing chess at Cid's bar.

And it wasn't until this moment that he found that the rings of gold in her hair, made her eyes shine like amber.

Tech took his glasses off, to ensure that it wasn't just reflections of the glass. But if anything, the lack of glass only made them shine brighter.

He was so distracted by them, that it took him a minute to tell that Phee had continued talking.

"Now we just need to find something to do to until your Daddy is done with his meeting." Phee was saying to Lyana.

"Maybe you could watch a movie?" Omega suggested. "Tech is taking me to the cinema to see the first Pirates of the Caribbean because they're re-releasing it for its tenth anniversary and I've never seen it!"

"Then you are in for a treat!" Phee exclaimed with her usual enthusiasm. "That's my favourite film of all time!"

"Perhaps you would like to join us?"

Tech wasn't aware he had spoken until he found all three sets of eyes turned to him.

Omega was giving him the same look that his brothers often did when they were around Phee that he hadn't quite deciphered the meaning behind yet. So he turned his focus back to Phee who's ever present smile had settled into something softer.

"Oh Brown Eyes, I was starting to think you'd never ask."

#the bad batch #tbb #tech #phee #phee genoa #tbb tech #omega #tbb omega #star wars #sins of the past #lyana #tbb lyana #lyana hazard #shep hazard #techphee #tech x phee #pheetech

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the-broken-truth · 2 years

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Hi can I request

yandere avengers x daughter reader

Were the daughter was getting picked on at school and she has a very bad allergic reaction to certain thing.

And the teacher who also picks on her use it and she Rush to the hospital cue anger parents

Broken Truth: Okay. The original team consisted of Iron Man, Captain America, Thor, Hulk, Black Widow, and Hawkeye Since I don't want to give them all a child, I'll make it to where the newest member of the Avengers is like a child to them and the teacher will be royally fucked.

Mask: You swear too much.

Broken Truth: Says you. Now, let the words weave together!!!

When [Name] come before the Avengers, they were going to send her home because she was just a high schooler with no real need to be in the danger the Avengers went against every day but when they saw her powers and just how powerful she was against them in hand-to-hand combat, they would rather have her as an ally rather than an enemy, so they accepted her and gave her the name [Superhero Name].

As [Name] hung around the Avengers, they all became seeing her in a new light: Captain American began seeing her as a daughter, along with Black Widow who wanted to keep the kid closer to her than any male on the team. Iron Man began seeing her as a niece that he wanted to spoil to the core but she never accepted the gifts that he offered; maybe he never found what she wanted yet, and he would keep looking. Thor and Hulk became overprotective older brothers who fought for their little sister's affection. Hawkeye became an uncle who learned to give [Name] her space when she asked for it...but that didn't stop him from watching her from a distance.

As time went on, they noticed that [Name] looked emotionally drained whenever she came from school and asked her about it, but she never told them anything; that resulted in Tony & Hawkeye looking into [Name's] school to learn that there was a teacher that loved to pick on [Name] for no reason at all. This angered the Avengers but there was nothing they could do about it...until now.

Everyone knew that name was deathly allergic to [Allergy] and they did whatever they could to be it away from her but when they got a call from [Name's] School - Tony tapped the wire at [Name's] Parents' House - and learned that [Name] was in the hospital because someone slipped a [Allergy Object] into [Name's] Lunch. The parents didn't arrive because they were away on vacation so Captain America and Black Widow - in their civilian clothes - went to the hospital masquerading as [Name's] parents and grilled the principal that was there with the teacher and some of [Name's] Friends that didn't stop the teacher out of fear. They informed the Principal that her uncle was going to be suing the school for this mishap and there was nothing they were going to do to stop them before they went to see [Name], who was sound asleep.

"Don't worry, [Name]. Your new parents are gonna make sure everything is going to be okay." Natasha said as she stroked [Name's] cheek.

"We'll look for some new schools for her; I don't trust that place with my daughter again." Steve said

#platonic yandere #avengers #female reader #hero reader

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hanna-kin · 1 year

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Hi Hanna, in one of your posts you said Christmas in Sweden is celebrated on Christmas Eve. That’s when you have the big festive meal with friends and family (and presumably open gifts). Is Christmas Eve a public holiday in Sweden? And is Christmas Day NOT a public holiday?

Here in Canada most people celebrate and have a meal on Christmas Day. Christians who attend church will usually attend a candlelit evening service on Christmas Eve, but they won’t have a meal or anything.

Many offices and shops close early on Christmas Eve for practical reasons, but theoretically, Dec 24 is just another workday.

Do Swedish kids receive their gifts on Christmas Eve? So there isn’t the whole “go to bed and Santa will have come down the chimney and filled your stocking on Christmas morning” thing?

On Christmas Eve 2022, my mom (their grandma) took my nieces to the first and most family friendly of several candlelit Christmas Eve services at her church. My mother is a regular churchgoer, my sister and her husband aren’t.

Then my nieces came home and had dinner with my sister and her husband. After they got into their pyjamas, they hung up their stockings (and the cat’s stocking) and put out a tray for Santa. The tray contained a glass of milk and two cookies for Santa. Also some carrots for the reindeer.

I’m guessing the childhood Christmas traditions in Sweden would be completely different, but I don’t know how EXACTLY they would differ. Thank you.

Hi!

Yes, most Swedes celebrate on Christmas Eve but I have a co worker that is Christian Ortodox and she celebrates on Christmas day.

The 24th is not technically a public holiday or what we in Sweden called "red day" (a day marked red in the Calander) but if you have an office job you don't work ans schools and day care are also closed. Grocery stores are usually open for at least a few hours if not their regular hours.

I would say in Sweden our 23rd of December is a bit like your 24th. Children go to bed full of anticipation. The difference is though that Santa does not come down the chimney and he doesn't leave things in our stockings because usually don't have any. (There are families that have them for a little morning present) in many families santa instead comes for a visit on Christmas Eve (this is very traditional)

When I was a kid and lived at home my Christmas Eve looked like this:

Woke up and had breakfast with family. We usually got to open one present.

Then christmas lunch with an extended part of the family.

Then in the afternoon opening the majority of gifts. This is when Santa would visit and hand out the big sack of gifts. We would est traditional christmas treats etc.

Then Christmas dinner.

Christmas day and boxing day are public holidays and they are often spent celebrating Christmas with other parts of the family or friends. Or just hang out together with family. This year I just layed puzzles with my brother.

I'm not a church goer myself since I'm an atheist but I think the church is beautiful especially around Christmas and I know people who go to midnight mass or Julotta (early morning service of Christmas day)

I love hearing about other traditions both that each family has and what is typical for the culture and country. Thank you for telling me!

😊

#ask #swedish stuff

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perksofbeingjune20 · 3 years

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Spooky (Dad x adoptive daughter)

(Instead of Spooky getting shot, his adoptive daughter jumped in front of him taking the shots but survive)

This is Kiara Diaz↓↓↓

It's been months since my dad Oscar Diaz left the Santos gang to better his life and raised me right.

Yep you guys heard me right, Oscar Diaz aka Spooky is my dad well my adoptive dad.

Hi my name is Kiara Diaz.

I met Spooky when I was just five years old when some gang members from the prophet$ was trying to rob my parents which they refused and they was killed in front of me. So I took off running as fast as I could but they ended up catching and beat me up until Spooky and his gang members saved me.

After that, Spooky took me in and raised me like his own until on my birthday, he adopted me. The Santos gang became like a family to me, Sad Eyes who is my dad's best friend became my uncle and then I met my dad's brother Cesar Diaz.

When I met his brother Cesar, he welcomed me with open arms and introduced me to his friends Ruby, Jamal, Monse, and Jasmine who was nice to me and hung out with me.

As I grew up, my life went on a crazy ride from Cesar getting jumped into the gang to him failing to kill Latrelle from the prophet$ to him on the run to Jamal finding the Rollerworld money to Ruby and Olivia getting shot which lead to Ruby surving but not Olivia to Cuchillos asking Cesar and his friends to find Lil Ricky to Cuchillos getting killed by 19th Street.

I also went through the chaos with the group's relationship and Monse leaving for private school. I even got to meet my grandpa Ray aka Spooky and Cesar's dad, at first my dad didn't like the fact he just came back into their lives but he accepted him in the long run.

Spooky made sure he raised me different, he didn't want me in the gang. Even though he was tough, he actually wanted me to focus on school and my music, now I'm in college for music/writing with an college scholarship with my boyfriend Alex Gray who is in college for music/writing as well which we are thinking about making music together

This is Alex Gray (Kiara's boyfriend)↓↓↓

I met Alex in high school when we were 17 when he walked in the music room during lunch when I was singing and working on a project and from that day we hit it off, of course my dad was overprotective of me but accept my relationship with Alex.

Then my dad found love and got married to a girl named Isabel who accepted me like her own and is now expecting a baby girl which I'm so excited to have a little sister.

Now my life is even more crazier, Cesar is now the leader of the Santos, I found out when my dad had a private conversation with my uncle Sad Eyes which Cesar found out and came to our house with some of the gang and his new girlfriend Vero damaging the car and threaten my mother's life which I didn't take kindly putting Cesar in his place.

Flashback↓↓↓

Cesar walked up to my dad with the bat in his hand and said

"Next time it won't be the car" threatening my mom life's including his niece

That made me mad causing me to get in front of my dad pushing Cesar which the Santos didn't like and tried to walked up on me but I gave them a look to not fuck with me.

I looked at Cesar angry and upset saying

"I don't give two fucks if you're the leader of the Santos now but what you're not going to do is threaten my mom's life including my baby sister's life who happens to be your niece so let me tell you this *getting in his face* if you attempt or even dare try to harm them, I won't hesitant putting a bullet between your eyes, I don't have to be in a gang to do it" pushing his head hard with my fingers.

Then his new girlfriend Vero got mad and walked up to me getting my face saying

"You better show him some respect" jabbing her finger hard into my shoulder.

I scoffed looking at her saying

"Vero right?, look here ms I'm the shit, this is a family matter between me, him and my dad. It has nothing to do with you so I suggest you stay in your place unless you want to get your ass beat got it puta?" getting in her face.

End of flashback↓↓↓

Since that incident, my dad decided it's best that we should move to Portland where it's safer for all of us. Of course my boyfriend Alex decided he'll come with me and thought it's time that we should live together.

So we're packing our stuff in boxes and taking it to the moving truck when we see Cesar across the street looking at us upset so we let him in the house as we sat down to listen to what Cesar got to say.

Cesar looked out the window as he said to my dad

"You were right...about everything"

I looked down at my hands knowing what he was talking about as my dad looked at him saying

"Let me call Sad Eyes"

Cesar sighed looking at us saying

"I've been put off"

I looked at him with a sad look as my dad got up to say something to him, Cesar looked at him saying

"I'm scared Oscar"

My dad looks him saying

"I know"

Cesar looks at him sad saying

"I'm sorry * looks at me* and I'm sorry too Kiara for offending you in any kind of way"

I got up from my chair, walked over to him and gave him a hug saying

"It's ok Cesar, it's gonna be okay"

My dad place his hand on his shoulder in comforting way saying

"This is what it's about mano, this moment of clarity *he hits his chest softly* we'll figure it out"

Cesar looks at him for a minute as he walked off looking at the house saying

"How much longer you got this place"

I looked at him saying

"The week"

Cesar looked at my dad saying

"Can I live here? Until I figure out a living sitch?, I'll make sure it's clean and I'll turn in the keys too"

My dad looks at him shaking his head saying

"Yeah. Sure. Sure."

Then my dad looks at the ground then at Cesar saying

"Or you can come with me and Kiara to Portland" smiling softly at him as he continue saying

"We can leave tonight"

Cesar looks at him shaking his head no as he say

"I can't"

I looked at him and said

"Why? What's keeping you here?"

Cesar looks at me with a sad look saying

"My life"

I looked at him with a sad look saying

"What life? Cesar come with us and build one"

My dad looks at him saying

"Mira, remember when we were on the beach, and you said you wanted us to live above my restaurant? Well, the space I found has a studio above it, I was gonna use it as an office but you can even live there if you want, I know it's not the beach but it's a start. You can go to school, you still wanna be an architect? Do it! Whatever you wanna do, you can do it from there, you can do it with me but you can't do it here."

Cesar sighed as he looked around and said

"What about Vero?"

I scoffed looking at Cesar saying

"¿Qué hay de esa perra irrespetuosa?"

(Translation : "What about that disrespectful ass puta?")

(I'm using Google translate so bear with me lol)

My dad looks at me saying

"Kiara"

I mumbled sorry as my dad looks at Cesar and say

"If she loves you, she'll understand"

Cesar look at my dad for a good minute until he said

"Okay. Yeah let's do it" causing me to smile and say

"Yeah?"

Cesar gives me a soft smile saying

"I'm gonna come with you"

I gives him a hug and look at him smiling saying

"I'm so excited, it's been a while since I kicked your ass in Call of Duty and I can't wait for you to my boyfriend Alex"

Cesar chuckles at my excitement saying

"You gotta a boyfriend? Is he treating right? He better be treating you right"

I playfully rolled my eyes saying

"Ugh you sound like my dad"

My dad chuckles as he hugs Cesar all excited that he agree to come with us, my dad looks at him saying

"This is our moment cabrón, we're gonna be a real family. A real, real one this time" as he chuckles softly.

My dad looks around saying

"You know what, this deserves a drink before we hit the road, let me get the good tequila *looks at Cesar* shot glasses on the counter ok?" as we headed outside to get the tequila.

I looked at my dad excited and happy saying

"I'm so happy that he's coming with us"

My dad smiles at me saying

"Me too, oh let me call your mother and let her know" taking out his phone and called mom.

Mom answered asking if we was on the road yet as my dad said

"He's coming with us Isabel. He's actually coming with us."

I can hear mom ask who so I grabbed the phone from my dad's hand saying

"Cesar ma, he's here now."

Mom ask me

"Is he okay?"

I said

"Yeah, yeah, he's fine" handing the phone back to my dad as we walked to the truck.

My dad continue saying

"Shit went down, but I think it got his mind right. He even apologized"

I can hear mom telling my dad that it's great as they continue talking.

Then all of sudden I see a car that looks suspicious and my dad noticed it as he told mom that he got to go and that we love her, the car window rolled down as I saw a gun before my dad did causing my eyes to widen jumping in front of my dad wrapping my arms around him pushing him to the ground screaming

"LOOK OUT!" feeling pain hit me in my back and stomach as the gunshots stopped.

Cesar came running outside to see what happen and saw us on the ground so he ran over to us checking to see if we was fine my dad looks at Cesar saying

"I'm fine, I'm ok"

Then my dad's heart drops as he sees me on my bleeding from my stomach with my blood coming out my mouth a little bit causing him to run over to me screaming no and said

"Kiara oh my god, Cesar call 911" placing my head on his lap as Cesar applied pressure on my wounds calling 911.

I looked at him weakly saying

"Hey Dad"

My dad looks at me trying not to cry saying

"You're gonna to be ok, ok sweetie? You're gonna be ok"

I give him a weak smile as my eyes started to close slowly but my dad tapped my cheek softly saying

"Kiara, keep your eyes open ok? don't close them ok? The ambulance is on the way"

I shook my head ok as I tried to keep my eyes open but was failing as darkness surrounded me and my dad voice fades away.

Hey guys, i hope everyone enjoy this imagine❤😃

Part 2 coming soon

#on my block #on my block imagines #cesar diaz #monse finnie #sad eyes #santos #jamal turner #ruby martinez #spooky x reader #spooky diaz #jasmine flores

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drwcn · 3 years

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I loved your fem lwj take on things. How would thibgs go if WWX was the lady? Other than ppl assuming she stood up for the Wens bcs she jad feelings for WN ( and that Yuan was hers)

Heyyy friend, I think I’ve seen a couple of girl!wwx fics floating around in ao3 so i certainly won’t be the first :P.

Also I completely misread your ask initially, I thought you were asking me what I think would happen if A-Yuan was WWX’s kid, and I was like oh?? But then I realize wait... I can make it worse.

Today, I decided that my mortal soul doesn’t matter, so here we go. Let’s see how accursed I can make this idea:

[1]

It started with Jiang Cheng. Jiang Wanyin had set out for the Burial Mount with the explicit goal of throttling speaking with Wei Wuxian, but what greeted him at the entrance of the “Demon Subduing Palace” — more of a cave than anything really — was not his martial sister, but Wen Ning. Well, what had once been Wen Ning.

Black veins ran across his pale, ashen face, down his equally ashen neck , and into the major veins beneath his clavicles covered by the collars of his black threadbare robes. Lifeless eyes, white as his skin, stared into a void the living could not see. There were talismans littering his body, and Jiang Cheng knew that when he spoke to this fierce corpse, he was not speaking to the young Wen boy, but to his mistress who controlled him with her demonic cultivation.

Wei Wuxian refused to face him. Refused him explanation. Refused him closure.

“Er-jie!” Jiang Cheng screamed into the stony expressionless face of Wen Qionglin. “If you continue to protect them, then I can’t protect you!!”

There was no response.

Suddenly, just as Jiang Cheng was about to kick and fight his way into the cave, Wen Ning thrusted out his right fist, and in his grasp was a piece of purple silk. Jiang Cheng unfolded the silk, vaguely recognizing that it had been cut from someone’s robe, and saw what was wrapped within was a slip of parchment.

割袍断义*, the paper read. Tell the world that I, Wei Wuxian, first disciple of Yunmeng Jiang has forever defected (Note: 割袍断义- to rip one's robe as a sign of repudiating a sworn brotherhood (idiom)).

With this, there was nothing left to say. Hurt and furious, Jiang Wanyin threw the piece of parchment onto the dirt ground, grinded his heel down on it, and left the Burial Mount without ever having drawn Sandu.

Inside the cave, Wen Qing held Wei Wuxian’s hand. “Why won’t you just tell him? He’s your brother; he can help you, you can —”

Wei Wuxian’s mile long stare seemed to be gazing at something — someone — very far away. Slowly, she placed her other palm over her belly, which horrifically was already starting to round out. “Nobody can help me now, Qing-jie.”

“I can,” said Wen Qing, blunt as ever. “I can make it go away, if you want.”

“No.” A droplet of tear escaped pass long lashes. “No.”

[2]

It continued with Jiang Cheng.

On a snowy night, the first winter after Wei Wuxian escaped with the Wen remnants to the Burial Mount, Jiang Cheng was rudely awakened from his slumber by a less-than-stealthy intruder breaking and entering into his bed chamber.

Zidian whipped through the air, lighting the room with her eerie violet glow, before the intruder could think to take one more step. It was a man, judging from his silhouette colliding against the wall and the pained groan he made in response. The very next second, the tail of Zidian coiled tightly around his neck and dragged him across the floor towards beneath Jiang Cheng’s waiting foot.

The Sect Master of Yunmeng Jiang summoned Sandu, ready to deliver the final strike, but just as his blade sailed towards the intruder’s chest, a pale arm jutted upwards, blocking Sandu’s descent and revealing a pale hand holding a … a...

Even in the dark, Jiang Cheng immediately recognized the mahogany comb.

“Jiang — ! Zongzhu —!” The man croaked out urgently, throat still stomped on by Jiang Cheng’s foot. It was - it was Wen Ning?!

Jiang Cheng looked him over. He was pale, yes, but his eyes appeared human. His hair was brushed and haphazardly done up in a farmer’s top knot. He was wearing farmer’s clothing too, probably more inconspicuous for travel than his Ghost General getup.

“Jiang-zongzhu! P—please!!”

No, impossible.

“Wei — Wei-guniang—”

Jiang Cheng lifted his foot and dragged Wen Ning up in a split second. “What’s wrong with Wei Wuxian?!” Wen Ning coughed and shook his head desperately. “No time to explain. My sister asked me to fetch you. Please, you have to come! Wei-guniang’s life is in danger! If you won’t come, I’ll...I’ll have to go to Gusu, and I don’t know if - if -”

Jiang Cheng followed Wen Ning.

For speed, they travelled by sword, but even so, dawn was breaking by the time they arrived. The crowd of Burial Mount’s villagers huddling anxiously outside of the Demon Subduing Palace parted for them upon their arrival. Jiang Cheng took a moment to gather himself and square his shoulders. Whatever it was; he was ready.

He was wrong. None of the dozens of scenario he had agonized over on the flight here could have prepared him for what awaited him inside.

Wen Qing, pale and drenched in sweat, was near complete spiritual collapse, and without Wen Qing’s spiritual energy sustaining her, the single tenuous thread by which Wei Wuxian’s life hung on would have undoubtedly snapped under the toil and devastation her body had been put through.

There was so much blood, so, so much blood everywhere, and amidst the blood, there was a baby.

Fuck.

Jiang Cheng transfused his sister half of his total spiritual reserve over the course of a day, while an exhausted but unrelenting Wen Qing worked diligently under blood-soaked sheets.

Then at dusk, when the storm finally passed, Jiang Cheng sat at the mouth of the cave with a tiny, perfect little human — a girl, a niece! — in his arms and cursed Lan Wangji’s name.

Wen Qing was extremely clear with them: 孩子要是留在这里，养不活。

If the newborn was left to be raised at the Burial Mount, she would not live. And so, because parting was inevitable from the start, Wei Wuxian adamantly refused to hold or nurse the child. Her child.

I can’t. If I do, I won’t be able to let her go. Those dark eyes burned with more than just the delirium of her childbed fever. For once, Jiang Cheng could not find it in himself to argue.

Thus, he took his niece home and named her Jiang Yan 江曕. The name was not his doing. His foolish, misguided, stubborn sister had stroked her daughter’s soft, baby cheek and whispered it to her as a farewell gift.

Yan - to be bathed in daylight. In the end, when given a choice, Wei Wuxian still opted for her child to walk on broad sunny road.

It made Jiang Cheng wonder why, then, she would choose the dark twisted path for herself instead.

[3]

It ended with Jiang Cheng.

The truth was simple: Jiang Wanyin killed his shijie Wei Wuxian. He did. He meant to.

He killed her. But that did not mean he wanted her dead.

In one day, he had lost both of his sisters, leaving two orphans in their wake. Jiang Cheng could not ignore the cruel irony of their fate: one’s father murdered by his aunt, and other’s mother murdered by her uncle.

This was the kind of tragedy fairytales were made of, and if there were anything left in him to shed tears over it, he would. Standing amongst Nevernight’s carnage, he could not dredge up even a single drop of tear.

Jiang Cheng didn’t know how he could return home to Lotus Pier to face that cherub face, always so happy, so sweet, so utterly untainted by the world. She had her mother’s smile. Yan'er was starting to learn how to speak. Her first words were da-da.

Da-da. Die-die. Father.

He was standing beside her father now.

Lan Wangji. Devastated. Destroyed. …Deceived.

Jiang Cheng hated him so much, so fucking much that for one insane second, he thought about telling Lan Wangji the truth just to see what would happen. Maybe he would run Jiang Cheng through with his Bichen - that would be a relief now, wouldn’t it? - or maybe he would jump after Wei Wuxian.

Truly, if he knew, he would. Jump, that is. Jiang Cheng was almost entirely sure. Oh the utter melodrama that would inspire indeed!

But then...

Wei Ying birthed you a daughter, a lovely, perfect, blessed little girl, and she carried that secret to her grave. I may be damned by my actions, but you, who have done nothing for her and taken everything, why should you deserve something as sacred as the truth?

Jiang Cheng turned away.

He was acutely aware that one day Jiang Yan may very well be the literal death of him. After all — 杀母之仇不共戴天 — one cannot tolerate living under the same sky as the murderer of one’s mother.

Be that as it may, he would raise Jiang Yan well, just as he promised. Unlike his sister, he would not break his word. Jiang Yan was of Lotus Pier, of Yunmeng, like her mother and grandfather before her. That for him, was enough.

Jiang Cheng clutched Sandu and gripped Zidian. Whatever his fate, he already made peace with it, and the rest was inconsequential.

One day, he may die, but today he lives, and so as long as he lives, Jiang Yan and all of Yunmeng Jiang will be protected . So as long as he lives, they will flourish.

[...and in between]

On the streets of Yiling, Lan Wangji tilted his head inquisitively at Wei Wuxian and the little boy at her side and asked, “This child, he...”

In response, Wei Wuxian patted her chest in a self-declarative kind of way and announced, “Oh this child, I birthed him!”

He stared at her in shell-shocked silence, his mind racing with panicked thoughts of but that’s impossible — that was just once — even if — the boy is too old to be —

“怎么，蓝湛，不要我们娘儿俩了？” What, Lan Zhan, you don’t want the child and I?

“Wei— Wei Ying—”

Then of course, she had laughed, and Lan Wangji thought no more of it.

Just a joke. A silly joke.

In time, he would come to realize his mistake.

~~~

[A/N]: I’m not even a little bit sorry.

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demonfamilytherapist · 2 years

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MC Monday 5 - Meet the Family

From @obeythedemons MC Monday prompt:

MC decides it’s time to introduce their favorite to the ones they’re closest to in the human world. What happens? Do they know the favorite’s not mortal? How do MC’s loved ones react?

Tags/Warnings: Duck is she/they and poly but this only features Satan, not the healthiest family dynamics but everyone's trying, mentions of natural disasters and references to domestic abuse.

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"Why me, again?" Satan asked as Duck straightened out his shirt. They'd helped him choose the clothes - while Satan had wanted to go more formal for his first meeting with Duck's siblings, Duck had put their foot down. It's a birthday party for a four year old, Satan.

Duck herself was wearing her usual style, though perhaps a touch less revealing. A bright top, shorts, and a colourful head bow.

"You just want me to flatter you," Duck replied with a roll of their eyes. They clutched their heart and fluttered their lashes. "You're the only one I can trust to behave, Satan! You're the only one who won't start a fight or flirt with my brother or eat all the food! I need you, Satan!"

"Thank you," Satan said. He gave her a kiss on the forehead.

The suburb Duck's brother resided in was nice, though Satan noted piles of broken furniture and rotting toys getting out of the cab.

"Council still hasn't picked up. The floods were months back," Duck muttered, looping an arm through Satan's and walking towards a freshly painted house on stilts, balloons hung from its fence.

Chalk dinosaur tracks led them from the driveway to the back garden. The dinosaur theme continued with themed balloons, decorations, and snacks. It reminded Satan a bit of Levi's Ruri-chan themed birthday. A dozen or so small children ran around the grass.

Very small. Satan was starting to realise he'd never spent time with a child younger than Luke's appearance.

One of the children detached themself from the group and ran straight over, screaming "Duckie" all the way.

Duck caught the child as she threw herself forward, spinning her in the air. "Hey, little Rex!"

Little Rex - presumably Holly, the birthday girl - was blonde, brown eyed, and both did and did not look like Duck. Satan understood, academically, that human families were generally blood related and thus shared features, but rarely had he gotten the chance to see it up close.

Now he tried to use that knowledge to identify the three people he should be most concerned about.

Isa, Duck's sister, was the easiest to identify. She was taller, her hair dyed a shade darker, and where Duck's features were round, hers were sharp. Yet there was something about the shape of them, their eyes and nose, that gave their relation away.

Satan could also find Duck's brothers, though did not know which was which. Both were tall, both appeared athletic - though not overly muscular. Both wore glasses - though one wore round lenses and the other square. Only one, though, had scars running up his arms - scars that Satan knew spoke of heat.

"Hey, sis," one of the brothers greeted. Duck released her wriggling niece, who disappeared back into the horde of children, to hug her brother.

Over Duck's shoulder, the man met eyes with Satan - and smiled, easily, kindly. Satan found his shoulders relaxing, releasing tension he hadn't realised he'd been holding.

"Andy," the man greeted, holding out a scarred hand. "I'm the eldest."

The other parents allowed the remaining two siblings to filter over, a kind looking woman - presumably Duck's sister in law - taking over hosting the adults.

"Jason," the other man said, the one with the square glasses. He looked friendly, though more reserved - making an effort, Satan thought, and appreciated.

"Nice to meet you," he greeted both brothers, before turning his attention to the one face not smiling.

"Isabella," was all Duck's sister said, eyes narrowed. Her hands stayed at her sides.

Duck groaned.

"Isa, you'll scare him off."

"If I'm enough to scare him off, that's fine."

"You could at least-"

"So you're Tanner?" Andy asked, smoothly interrupting his youngest siblings. "Thanks for making the trip."

"I'm glad to finally meet you all." Satan tried to smile, stand up properly - he sort of wished he had gone more formal, but honestly he was still one of the more nicely dressed. Most of the men were in board shorts and t-shirts.

"I'm glad someone's finally caught Duck's interest," Jason muttered. He offered Satan a soft drink he seemed to have pulled from nowhere. "The kids will entertain themselves. Why don't we chat until we bring the cake out?"

Duck and Isa stood to the side, their conversation quiet - Satan, with Duck's push, ended up sitting between her brothers.

"Never thought they'd end up with a blond," Jason said. It took Satan a moment to understand he was teasing.

"Didn't think they'd end up with a guy," Andy added, with a more obvious grin. "So, Duck said you're an academic?"

The conversation flowed naturally, if a little awkwardly. Satan could see why Duck had chosen him - he was used to small talk like this, and Asmo would definitely hit on these two. Andy traveled around, taught English in various countries. Jason was a manager and an engineer, running a team to improve medical devices.

"All four of us were born in different countries," Andy said, leaning back and stretching comfortably. "Germany, England, South Africa, and Australia."

"Duck mentioned that," Satan said, glancing over to them now. Somewhere along the line, Duck had been handed a baby. Isa was nowhere to be seen, and instead Duck was talking to someone who looked about Luke's age. Another niece, Satan thought. Rose, Isa's first child.

Duck looked very confident with children. Comfortable. He knew it made sense considering her old job, but Satan had only ever seen her with Luke - something about her cradling the baby, cooing at it as she carried on a conversation, was so -

"Maria doesn't want children," a voice from behind him said.

Isa looked down at him. She was tall for a human woman - nowhere near her brothers, but Satan could imagine her towering over Duck for their childhood. Satan knew there was a big age gap between Duck and her siblings, and that was easily seen in the different between them and Isa.

Isa did not look old. She was a woman in her thirties, with a child that could've passed for Duck's younger sister. Yet years hung from her - in the wrinkles around her tired eyes, in the way she stood straight as if in defiance, in the way she looked at Satan as a threat.

Which might have been fair, if Isa knew he was a demon. But as far as she knew, he was just Tanner, a regular human, just like her.

"I know. We've discussed that," Satan said with a smile. Wrath did simmer in him from the unfairness of it. Isa was someone important to Duck, so Satan wanted her to like him. It had been easy with Duck's brothers, who had disappeared, but Isa seemed determined to find the worst in him.

However, it was because Isa was important to Duck that he never so much as let his eye twitch.

"Discussed children already? You must be quite serious." Isa settled in the seat Andy had vacated. Her hands crossed on her lap.

"We wanted to know what to expect," Satan told her. Is this what human job interviews felt like? "And I am very serious."

Isa studied him, her brown eyes meeting his green ones. Was this how Duck felt when Lucifer had scrutinised her, before he too fell for her charms?

Suddenly, something in Isa seemed to let go. Her eyes lost their sharp edge, and simply looked sad.

"Maria - Duck spoke very highly of you. It is clear she cares for you deeply." Isa didn't seem thrilled at the thought. Satan tried not to take it personally. "When I was Maria's age, I... I made poor choices, when it came to men."

Satan must've let his surprise show, because Isa smiled bitterly.

"So she didn't tell you? I'll have to thank her for that." Isa lowered her voice, the sound of children laughing and chatter easily drowning her out to anyone who wasn't Satan. "I can't say I regret all my decisions. I got Rose and Tilly out of the deal, after all. But I could've saved myself, and my daughters, a good deal of pain."

Satan found he couldn't meet her eye. He remembered clearly the moment he'd threatened Duck - threatened to rip her limb from limb, feed her to lesser demons. He would never do that. He knew it. Duck knew it. But it had happened.

"You seem decent. Maria says you're the scholarly type, though you certainly look quite strong," Isa continued. Satan couldn't tell what she was thinking - for a human, she had an impressive poker face. Duck was a pretty bad liar unless it counted. Was that something they shared?

"I have a brother who's a regular at the gym," Satan replied. "I try to tag along with him sometimes."

"You have a brother?"

"Six of them," Satan said, and wondered what would happen if he added, And your sibling's dating all of them.

Isa nodded, and Satan once again had no idea whether that was a point in his favour or not.

"When I struggled, I had my parents to fall back on," Isa began, and Satan winced. He had an idea where this was going. "Duck does not. My brothers and I cannot support them in the same way, no matter what we'd want to do."

Satan took time to think. Isa waited.

"I promise you," Satan said eventually, meeting Isa's eyes. "I will never harm Duck. I will do everything in my power to support them. I love them."

Isa kept watching him, and Satan cleared his throat.

"If they do wish to- to leave," Satan stumbled, unprepared for how much the thought, even entirely hypothetical, hurt. "I... I wouldn't try to tie them to me."

Isa examined him for a long, long moment. And then nodded.

"I will hold you to that, if the time comes."

"Cake time!"

Jason's voice cut through the noise in the garden. For a moment, anyway, before the children's voices screamed louder than ever.

"Finished threatening my boyfriend?" Duck asked, coming out of nowhere. Rose observed Satan with the same suspicion as her mother.

"For now," Isa replied, entirely straight-faced.

"Whose child is that?"

"I don't know, someone just gave it to me."

"Him, Maria. Someone gave him to you."

"And I'm giving him to you."

Duck dropped - there was really no other word for it - the infant into Isa's lap, looped an arm through Satan's and dragged him away.

"Sorry about her," Duck whispered as Jason carried the cake outside. "She gets... protective."

Satan met Isa's eyes over Duck's head.

"I'm glad you have someone looking out for you," he whispered back. Paused. "So when do the children fight to the death to determine who gets a slice?"

"I've been to demon birthday parties, I know that's not-"

Duck was forced to cut herself off to join in on singing happy birthday to her niece - and while Satan was a little unsure of the words, he tried his best to sing along with the rest of her family.

#obey me mc #duck #my writing #mc monday #had no idea how to finish this one honestly #anyway #birth order = andy jason isa duck #and the age gap is big

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nataliedanovelist · 3 years

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GF - Timestuck AU: The Power of Mabel ch.7 (finale)

While fighting over a time machine so one twin can win a pig or the other can win the heart of a girl, Mabel is left stranded in a snowy forest with no time machine and no brother. Oops.

ch.6

AO3 link

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Ford sat on the kitchen floor with his back against the cupboards, clinging to his knees, his glasses still in hand. His throat was sore and his eyes hurt and his nose was runny and his heart was raw and broken, and yet he wasn’t done crying. Though he was done sobbing and occasionally crying so hard he thought he would throw up, free-flowing tears still streamed down his face as he hid the bottom-half of his head in his beefy arms.

“What do we do now?” He moaned.

Stan looked at the know-it-all who didn’t have a clue. He sighed and moved to sit next to him, his back against the cupboard and his knees up by his chest as he combed his mullet. “I dunno… Sit here and die?”

Ford hiccuped a cruel laugh and buried his face in his arms fully. “I wish I could.”

Stan snorted. “What’s that saying? The good die young?”

Ford groaned and started to sob again.

Stan rubbed his back, his head against the cupboard and he looked up at the ceiling. “O-Okay, okay… Let’s think about this. So we never made up, or something else really bad happened between us, and that’s the timeline Mabel was from, right?”

“Right.” Ford gruffed, lifting his head up and rubbing his eyes dry.

“So, since that didn’t happen, or it happened differently… B-But that doesn’t mean she’s… She’ll still exist in our timeline, won’t she? She’s gonna be okay?” He asked the scientist, digging for some kind of hope.

Ford sighed and rested his cleft chin on his arms. “As long as what happened didn’t interfere with Alex’s life too much… Which I don’t know how it could… Mabel and Dipper should still be born in 1999. There’s a small possibility they’ll be different than what they once were, or because of some unseen butterfly effect, their birth might be different or might not happen at all… But…”

The eldest by fifteen minutes slipped his glasses back on, stood, and said stubbornly, “I’m going to do what I can to ensure it is a better future than what the kids had. Our entire family was broken because of what we did and didn’t do. Clearly either one of us went insane or died or something horrible, and I won’t allow that to happen.”

“I don’t think we gotta worry too much about that happening.” Stan said from down on the floor. “I mean, if Mabel changed things so much that an entire reality changed, then we don’t really gotta do much except not screw this up.”

Ford laughed and held out a hand to his twin, who gladly clasped it and stood. “You’re right.”

But the men were disheartened to finally notice the mess in the kitchen. Mabel’s cake batter sat on the flour-dusted counter, the oven was hot and ready for baking, and the muffin tray was on the floor from where Mabel dropped it. Ford looked down at the sweater he was wearing - the sweater she had knitted for him - and without a word he walked to the living room and saw Mabel’s knitting sitting on the couch where she had left it, a completed red sweater with a golden heart on it.

Ford smiled mournfully and held the sweater as Stan joined him and gasped at the sweater. The big brother held it out to the little brother and croaked, “We’ll see her again.”

Stan smiled, cleared his throat, and took off his hoodie and snagged the new sweater to slip it over his old white t-shirt. “Yeah.”

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July 22nd, 1980

Ford held the lantern up to better read the writing in the cave. He peered at it and was intrigued by a description of a being with answers. It would be summoned if he read out-loud, and though there were many clear warnings against this, the desperate scientist was extremely tempted.

“Sixer! Let’s move before we get caved in or some shit.” Stan called as he walked up to Ford. “What are you reading, cavemen graffiti?”

“Look, Stanley, there are tales of an all-knowing being with answers. It could help me with my theory…”

“Nope.” Stan grabbed Ford by the collar of his trenchcoat and dragged him away like dragging a child out of a toy store.

“Stanley! Let me go!”

“That shit’s got bad voodoo written all over it! You’ve gotta be inhaling toxic cave gas or something to think summoning a demon is a good idea!”

“We don’t know it’s a demon.”

“Really? Then why does that wall read in old blood ‘Do not summon demon!’?”

“Huh. Well, um…”

“That’s what I thought, now don’t make me pick you up and carry you. Let’s move.” And he lightly shoved Ford forward to lead the walk away from the cave and through the tunnels for sunlight.

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Alex’s wedding was wonderful and a joyous day, but it also made Ford and Stan nervous. They both agreed not to say a word to anyone (as far as Fiddleford knew, Ford had found the girl’s parents and all was over and ended well), and white they were happy to be one step closer to meeting the kids, they were slightly worried that something might be different than Mabel’s timeline.

She never told them her mother’s name. Did Alex marry someone else? Did they marry at the correct time? There was no way of telling, and they both agreed to allow themselves to enjoy the day and maybe drink a little. Or a lot.

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When Shermie called and told them that Alex and Dana were going to have a baby, Ford choked on his coffee and Stan dropped the phone. They silently exchanged looks and were terrified that there was only one baby. But it was seven months before the end of August, so maybe the new parents were choosing to keep everything a surprise. Knowing Alex, that is something he would do, especially if there were twins. A beautiful surprise for his twin uncles.

So they congratulated Shermie and made him swear to call them if anything happened so they could be there. And despite their fear, they were very joyous of becoming grunkles again.

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August 31st, 1999

The entire week leading up to the day, the men were incredibly anxious. The birthday was on 31st, which meant Dipper and Mabel could be born at 1am on the 31st, or 11pm on the 31st. They had no way of knowing, but as long as that damn telephone stayed silent, they weren't leaving the house all weekend. Neither of them slept the night of the 30th, just in case.

Finally, a little after coffee on the 31st, the phone rang. Both Ford and Stan tackled each other and fought for it, but Stan sat on Ford and grabbed it first.

“Stanley, get off me!”

“Stanley, what are you doing to your brother?” Shermie chuckled on the other end.

“Nevermind that, Sherm!” Stan laughed. “What’s going on with you?” He asked casually, though he smiled down at Ford, who smiled back, despite still being sat on in the kitchen.

“Well, you guys know I’m gonna be a grandpa soon…”

“Really? Had no idea.” Stan said sarcastically as he stood up to get off Ford. “So? Is it happening now?!” Ford ran down the hall.

Shermie laughed. “Yup. I just got here myself and Alex and Dana got here about twenty minutes ago.”

“Piedmont Hospital, right?”

“Right.”

“We’ll be there in six hours.”

“It’s an eight hour drive!”

“I said six hours!”

“STANL-” But Stan hung up the phone.

Stan hurried up to his attic bedroom and dressed in his baby-blue Hawaiian shirt and slacks, while also grabbing a suitcase he’s had ready all week, prepared to stay as long as Alex and Dana needed him.

He ran back downstairs with suitcase in hand, with Ford by the door, and they sprinted into the Stanmobile and drove down the road.

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Shermie was waiting for them in the hall, beaming with joy, and his little brothers ran to him for a tackle-hug.

“Good to see you, Grandpa!”

“Congratulations, Shermie!”

“Thank you, thank you!”

“Did we miss it?!” Stan asked. “Has it happened yet?!”

Shermie grinned and nodded. “Yes, everyone is safe and fine.” And he opened the door.

The aged explorers beamed (and no, they weren’t crying) to find Alex holding one baby and Dana holding another baby. The eldest pair of twins high-sixed and cheered and then gently approached the little ones, beaming down at them.

It was like they had been holding their breath for twenty years, and now they could finally breathe.

“What are their names?” Ford asked quietly, seeing how each newborn was sleeping soundly.

“This is Mabel,” Alex introduced, giving the bundle to Stan.

“And this is Mason.” Dana said tiredly, giving her son to Ford to hold.

Stan and Ford were a bit concerned with the name change, but one look at the baby boy relaxed them. Of course a name like Dipper was a nickname.

“Matching names, huh?” Stan asked cheekily, cradling Mabel and looking down at her with shining brown eyes.

“We couldn’t help ourselves.” Alex chuckled.

Ford’s eyes were glued to Mason. While of course he had been dying to see Mabel again, he had also been excited to meet his science-loving nephew. He was so cute and small in his polydactyl hands and Ford knew it would take a lot more strength than what he had to let him go.

The author tore his eyes away to see his twin looking down at Mabel with tears in his eyes, holding her close to his heart and trying really hard to hold it together, but his joy and peace was far stronger than any bad habits that stopped him from showing his emotions. Stan lightly kissed Mabel’s cheek and Ford saw his lips barely move, though he didn’t hear what he said. Which was fine by him. Ford smiled back down at Mason, finally content.

No one heard him say it, thank Moses, but Stan couldn’t help himself. He had whispered to his niece as quiet as a mouse, “I’ve missed you, pumpkin.”

And finally, after all these years, the small hole in the boys’ hearts could be filled.

THE END!

#GF #gravity falls #gravity falls au #timestuck au #fanfiction #stangst #thank you guys SO much for reading!#im sorry i hurt you last chapter #hopefully this makes up for it ^^;#august 31st

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Their Daughter

Relationship: Regulus Black x niece!Reader, Remus Lupin x Black!reader, Severus Snape x Black!reader, Sirius Black x daughter!reader

Warnings: Insecurities

Summary: What would have happened if Regulus hadn’t died and Sirius had a daughter whose the same age as Harry? What if Regulus raised her with the help of some friends? What when Sirius comes back from Azkaban and Harry shows up to live at Grimmuald Place? This is the story of Alianova Jane Black. Voices coming from downstairs stirred Ali from her peaceful sleep. Glancing at the clock on her nightstand she saw that it was only 9am which was pretty early for her and everyone else that lived in her house. Normally her Uncle Reg would be awake, but would be quietly reading till she came down later in the morning since she didn’t have school due to it being summer. Summers were Ali’s favorite time of the year; she got to spend time with her Uncles Regulus, Remus, and Severus. They had raised her since her father was shipped off to Azkaban for the murder of his best friends. They normally didn’t talk about her father in the house since her grandmother hated him and Regulus and him didn’t get along. Uncle Remus didn’t say a lot about him either. She knew that at one point they were best friends in school.

Although they didn’t talk about him a lot Aunt Cissa often said that Ali looked a lot like him with her dark brown hair and grey eyes. No one knew who her mother was since she left Ali at her fathers doorstep when she was six months old. According to Grandmother she was the product of a one night stand, she never said Ali was an accident unlike how she had heard some of the other parents call their children. She often said she was a blessing when she was alive. Grandfather died before her dad went to Azkaban, and Uncle Reg almost died from an Inferi attack caused by the Dark Lord. She went to live with her Uncle when she was one and a half. Her Godparents oblivious couldn’t take her seeing as they were dead. And Remus needed help with her due to his monthly problem which was how she ended up here. Grandmother died when Ali was five, but we weren’t around her a lot to begin with. Regulus didn’t want my views on life tainted by hers, so he often kept Ali out of the house we shared with her or just with him in general. Her portrait still hung in the hall, constantly talking to whoever would listen.

Unbeknownst to anyone else Ali knew that her father had escaped his prison last year. She also knew that he came to Hogwarts and sought out her Godbrother Harry instead of her. She knew her Uncle Remus, who was working at Hogwarts during the time, tried his hardest to make sure she didn’t know. Ali had not only overheard the Golden Trio talking about it as well as Regulus and Remus’s conversation about it during one of his visits. No one had mentioned it, but if they did she wouldn’t lie and say that it didn’t hurt. Why wouldn’t he seek her out? She was his daughter, not Harry. Wasn’t I what he wanted? She thought time and time again. She heard a few stories from Remus, the few times he talked about Sirius, that he loved her a lot when she was a baby. Constantly doting on her and playing with her, she even slept with him as a baby. So why not me? She couldn’t help but wonder.

Shaking herself from her thoughts, she hopped out of bed slipping her feet into her fluffy socks to rid the chill of Grimmauld Place floor. Athena was bouncing around in her cage begging to be let out. The commotion downstairs seemed to be getting louder the longer it went on. She quickly opened the cage and window letting Athena be free knowing she would probably be back with a letter from her best friends Draco, and Theo at some point in the day. Once she opened her door she realized that all of her Uncles were downstairs as well as someone else whose voice she didn’t recognize. The talking didn’t stop once she got the door opened so she decided to tiptoe down the stairs in hopes of catching what was being said. Her plans were ruined once Grandmothers portrait caught sight of her; she just had to talk.

“Good morning, my darling girl. How did you sleep last night? You’re Uncle has been making such a ruckus, and in my house of all things.”

She rolled my eyes, praying that the people downstairs were too busy yelling at one another to notice the noise coming from the hall. But Ali was wrong.

“Alianova, I know you are not trying to eavesdrop are you?,” Remus said causing the others to fall silent.

She pasted the most innocent smile on her face that she could muster up before continuing down the stairs. “Me? Eavesdropping? Of course not, Uncle Rem. I was just- just talking with Grandmother.”

She moved to him as he rolled his eyes at her oblivious lie before pulling her to his chest in a hug. “I missed you, Ali.” He whispered into her ear. Remus and Ali had always been close. Grandmother didn’t like him coming to the house much, though she allowed once in a while if Ali asked nicely enough, but Regulus always made sure that Ali would get to see him at least once a week. After Grandmother passed Remus started to come over more often taking her to the book stores in Muggle London. She knew that as children there had been a tension between Regulus and Remus, but over the years it seemed to have vanished leaving the two to have a friendship of sorts that was even present while Ali was at Hogwarts. “I missed you, too. Why haven’t you been coming around? I’ve been out of school for three weeks and this is the first time I’ve seen you…”

After everything that happened with her father it deeply hurt that Remus hadn’t come to see her. She frequently wondered if he had decided that Harry was better than her as well. She saw his eyes glance up to the third man in the room before answering, “I had a few things to take care of. I’ll be around a lot more, promise Ali.”

He gave her one more squeeze before passing her off to Severus who was looking rather annoyed by the fact that he was being ignored by the only child he could stand. Like Remus, she was also close to Severus. She knew that most people saw him as cold and mean, but that was only the front he put up to the outside world. Around her he was talkative, and another father figure. Since he worked at Hogwarts she could be found in his office in some of her free time working on homework or helping him with potions for Madam Pompfrey. He was there for her when she came to Hogwarts nervous to be around some many people at once. He watched her get sorted into Ravenclaw and cry when she thought that she was going to be a disappointment to Remus for not getting Gryffindor, and Regulus for not getting Slytherin. He was in no way the “fun” Uncle, but he was a big support in her life.

Severus patted the top of her head as she hugged his torso. He wasn’t a touchy feely person though he made exceptions for Ali. “Good morning, Alianova.”

He was the only person who called her by her full first name. Most called her Nova with the exclusion of Remus who called me Ali, and Regulus who called me A, Al, or Ali Jane when she was in trouble. Ali rolled her eyes up to Sev’s face with her nose scrunched up to show that she still despised being called that. She saw his lips quirk a little on the sides in response knowing that if it was just him and Ali he would have smiled some. Deciding to play dirty right back Ali uttered a “Good morning Uncle Sevvy.”

His normal scowl fell back into place upon hearing his hated nickname she had given him as a child. Remus chuckled hearing it while the other man in the room stared at them with what appeared to be disbelief etched on his features. She cocked her head looking in his directions trying to think of where she had seen his face before. It wasn’t hard to place it. It was Sirius Black. His face was plastered all over The Daily Profit last year, and she had also seen a few photos of him in the attic. His eyes took in all the features on her face as if he was analyzing her. She shifted uncomfortably on her feet from the attention. Behind her Remus and Severus shared a look while Regulus stepped back into the room.

Noticing the tension that had fallen he decided to speak, “What, princess? Everyone gets a good morning but me? And to think I had Kretcher make you pancakes with strawberries and whipped cream for breakfast.”

Ali moved to the man who had been her father for as long as she could remember. She never called him Dad, but it was what he was. He was only twenty when she was thrown into his life, but even then he didn’t let Grandmother do a lot for her. She learned as she got older that he was part of the Death Eaters as well as Severus. They didn’t hide it from her explaining what it was and how they came to be them. According to her Uncles and Aunts, Regulus changed when she came into his life. He was static, showed little emotion, and never smiled. That was the side to Regulus Black that she had never seen. He smiled, was often goofy, and openly expressed his love for her multiple times throughout the day. She knew that this was because he didn’t want her to grow up how he and his brother had, with no love shown. Which was why he was the only to get up with her when she was a baby and let her sleep in his bed after nightmares. Some said that Grandmother raised her till she died and she just had nowhere else to go which couldn’t be further from the truth. Regulus had raised her from a young age of twenty giving his life to make sure hers was perfect, often going against what Grandmother wanted of Ali. He fed her, taught her to read and play piano, let her cuddle in his bed and watched Muggle telly on Sundays, called Narcissa when she had girl problems, and altogether just loved her, often not caring who saw that side of him.

Ali kept her eyes trained on the man who was supposed to be her father while tucking herself under Regulus’s arm. Sensing that she knew who Sirius was, Regulus pulled her tight, pressing a kiss to her head before speaking, “If I’m correct you know who this is right, Al?”

She nodded her head, unable to speak, afraid that the tears she was holding would come through. At her nod Sirius stepped forward slowly as if she would be frightened like an animal. “Hi there, sweetheart. You really do look like me, uh?”

Gulping slightly she nodded once again. She wasn’t sure what to do. Does she introduce herself? Does she say hi? She looked up at Remus and Severus who were both watching the exchange, the latter more like glaring at Sirius whereas the former was ready to step in at a second notice. She turned her head to look at Regulus next, hoping he would give her directions on what to do. He tilted his head to the side letting her know that it was okay to speak. “H-hi. I’m Alianova. Alianova Jane Black.”

The man before her smiled brightly. “Hi, love. I’m Sirius, your dad. But I think you already knew that.” She nodded again. Tears were swimming in her eyes again because she knew that this shouldn't have been the first time she met him. She should have met him months ago when he came for her instead of Harry. Harry; the golden boy with his golden friends; who had enough family issues that he gets pity while her family who was also torn apart that night gets nothing but looks of disgust all for being a Black. She caught herself wondering at times if her life would have been different if she was a Lupin or a Snape or maybe even a Malfoy. And it made her angry standing in front of the man who not only brought her into the world as a Black, but also left her that fateful night in order to pursue revenge without even thinking about what would happen to her.

Her sniffle caught the attention of the room, “Why?” Ali needed to know. She needed to know why he left her that night and why he didn’t come for her when he escaped. Panicked by her question Sirius glanced at Remus then Regulus, not sure what to do.

Regulus took the intuitive to figure it out, “Why what, princess?”

Her eyes flickered to my Uncles tall figure, “Why did he leave me that night? But more importantly why didn’t he come for me like he did for Harry when he escaped? I was in Hogwarts too. He knew I existed and he knew that I more than likely went to school there. So why Harry?” Ali turned to look back at Sirius who was shocked by the sudden confidence in her voice, but she was a Black, a short temper was to be expected. “Was I not enough? Did you not want me in the first place? I mean I know you didn't. I was the product of a one night stand, so it’s not like I was planned or anything. So why? Why couldn’t you come to me? Why couldn’t you stay for me?” By the time she was done tears were coming down her cheeks and Sirius’s mouth was opening and closing like a fish.

“I-I” Sirius stuttered trying to find the right words to explain all his actions. Ali could tell by his actions that he thought she didn’t know that he came to Hogwarts for Harry. It wasn’t public knowledge, and according to the other men in the room faces they didn’t know she knew either. She never believed that he did the crime. From the few stories she was told she knew that he loved James and Lily like family and wouldn’t have turned on them which was why she wasn't afraid of him in the first place. She just wanted to know if they were more important than her, if Harry was more important than her. “I know that you probably don’t remember much from that night if anything at all, but when my best friends, your God parents, were taken from me I was angry. So angry that I couldn’t think straight so I left. I took you to the neighbor who watched you a few times for me and went to go take down the man who did it. It was stupid. I should have waited for Remus, but I didn’t. I wanted nothing more the past twelve years, but to get Harry and for us to be a family. As for not seeing you at Hogwarts, I didn’t know you were there. I wasn’t sure who you were staying with so I knew you could have been there or Dumstrang or Beauxbatons. I didn’t have a lot of time to hunt for people. Once I knew where Pettigrew was I had to get to him. I’m sorry, Alianova. For everything.”

One thing that often got her in trouble was that she was a very forgiving person. She often forgives anyone who apologized for whatever wrong they did. But this was the one time she wasn’t sure. He apologized, but it didn’t feel authentic. It was like he didn’t even believe some of the words he was saying. She looked around the room again trying to read everyone's faces. Remus looked like he was slightly mad, but when he caught her looking at him his features soften like the times she was hurt and needed him. Severus was still glaring at Sirius, and didn’t notice my scrutiny, and Regulus had now joined Severus in glaring at Sirius which concerned her. He smiled down at her a little when his eyes moved to her face. She looked back at Sirius who was looking at her with what could only be described as puppy dog eyes. Ali took in all his features noting how his brow furrowed, his lips turned down lightly, his eyes big and pleading into hers.

“I-I understand.” Ali couldn’t forgive him yet. She needed to trust him first. She understood what he was saying, and that he was sorry, but it wasn’t okay. And he needed to know that. His face fell slightly at her words, turning his handsome features into a small frown.

Before he could say anything Regulus intervened, “Alright how about breakfast, love? I know you’re hungry.” Ali giggled as her stomach grumbled in response. “It’s on the table. Muggle way just the way you like it. Go on and we’ll be in shortly.”

Ali kissed his cheek in thanks, sparing a look around the room before heading down to the kitchen. Knowing that the reason they weren’t joining her right then was to talk about something Regulus obviously didn’t want her hearing she came back up the stairs after opening and shutting the door to the kitchen making it seem like she was in there. Carefully avoiding the squeaky stairs she crouched down to peer around the corner to see the men still standing in the same spots all looking rather annoyed with one another.

“She understands? That’s all she had to say?” Sirius seemed frustrated and slightly angry if the look on his face said anything. “How is that all she had to say? I apologized. I’m her father. She wouldn’t even hug me.” He threw his hands up while plopping down on the chair before running his hands through his hand, something Ali noted her Uncle Regulus did as well when he was upset.

“Sirius, you have to understand that she doesn’t know you. She has maybe three photos of you, and has rarely heard stories. Mother loved her, but didn’t like to talk about you very much even when Ali asked. It hasn’t been easy on her. She is ridiculed for her last name constantly; people often judge that before getting to know her. She has no friends in her house really; choosing to spend her free time with Severus, and Remus when he worked at Hogwarts. You can’t just expect her to welcome you with open arms especially after knowing that you went for Harry and not her. Which for the record I did not tell her.”

“Oh cut the bullshit, Regulus. You told her you know you did. You can’t stand me. You wanted her to hate me. I may have been locked up, but I know that Mother controlled you and probably my daughter till the day she died. She probably filled Alianova’s head with lies about me from the beginning. Bloody hell, you probably did the same!” Sirius exclaimed while getting in younger brother faces. Remus and Severus looked ready to pull the duo apart at a moment's notice.

Ali could tell from the twitch in her Uncle's eye that he was trying to hold his temper. She had seen it before when someone had made a snide remark about her in Diagon Ally when they went for ice cream her second year. She didn’t want to be the cause of a fight, but she knew better than to intervene. All she could do was sit and watch wide eyed as the potential fight stirred.

“No. No, Sirius. I have never told that little girl, my little girl mind you, a single lie about you or me or anyone for that matter. After the Inferi incident I never went back to my Dark Mark ways. I acted as a spy for the Order. Dumbledore knew which is part of the reason why I have Ali. He knew I would protect her when he told me what happened. I didn’t know what to believe when he told me that, and she knows that. I never told her you did or didn’t do it. None of us did. Mother rarely mentioned you, and when she did it was because Ali brought it up first. She was five when Mum died, she doesn’t even remember her very much. Mum may have been horrible to us, but the moment I brought Ali here she changed. She loved Ali more than anything. She treated her nothing like how she treated us.” Ali saw her Uncle take a deep breath before continuing. “Ali may be your daughter, but she's mine too. You left HER to go pursue revenge for James. YOU weren’t there all the night she woke up crying wanting to know why not only her Mum left her, but you did too. You weren’t there when she questioned everything about herself when she was ten because she felt inadequate due to someone at school bringing up the fact that she didn’t have parents. You weren’t there when she skinned her knees falling off a broom at Andromedas, and Remus and I had to talk her into getting back on it. You left her; she owes you nothing. And as for me not being able to stand you; I wouldn’t let you in this house if I couldn’t stand you.” Regulus ran his hand through his hair before looking at Remus and Severus who nodded. “Now, she is probably wondering where we are. If you want to join us for breakfast you can. Maybe it will give you a chance to get to know her.”

Sirius was speechless. Remus thought it was hilarious as the man who couldn’t keep his mouth shut before was just schooled by his younger brother.

If he can’t handle Regulus he won’t survive Ali, Remus thought. Although Remus wouldn’t admit it out loud Ali acted a lot like Regulus in her wits, sarcasm and charisma. As everyone turned to go towards the stairs Remus stayed back to say something to Sirius. “I know this isn’t easy on you. But Ali is different then you. She takes a while to warm up, and trust people. Keep that in mind. No matter what you think everyone in this room loves her. We’ve watched her grow into who she is today. Just keep a level head about it.” Remus patted his shoulder before heading down the stairs. Yes, Ali was Sirius’s child, but whereas he was loud and outgoing she was more quiet and reserved. Remus knew Ali liked to watch and learn rather than doing which was why she was such good friends with Draco. More times than not Ali was the one who thought out the plans while Draco executed. Remus could only hope that Sirius didn’t shove Ali away when it came down to Harry. Remus was mad when he found out that Sirius hadn’t contacted Ali knowing that it would hurt her if she ever found.

Ali scurried down the stairs as quietly as possible before sitting in her seat to hopefully looking like she had been here the whole time. She opened the first book she saw on the table right as everyone else entered. Severus gave her a skeptical look when he saw her smile at him, and she knew that she had been caught. Always the observant her Uncle Sev. “Not eating yet, Alianova?”

“Oh, um no. I was just waiting for all of you of course.” Everyone filed to the table; Remus sitting to one side with Sirius while Regulus and Severus sat on either side of Ali. An awkward silence ensued while everyone piled food onto their plates. Ali kept her eyes firmly on the table, but she felt at least two gazes on her. Risking it she looked up to see Sirius and Remus looking at her.

Remus cleared his throat breaking the silence, something that Ali was incredibly grateful for, “Ali, how was the rest of your school year?”

“Oh um, it was fine. I actually hung out with Cho Chang towards the end. It was nice. We helped each other study for Transfiguration, then went to Hogsmeade for Butterbeers with Theo, Blaise, and Daphne.” Ali knew that those at the table who knew her well knew that she didn’t have a lot of friends besides those that Draco hung out with. Being a Black meant a lot of people didn’t trust her unless they were a Slytherin, which was something Ali was not. “I got pretty good scores on my OWLs. I got the highest score out of my whole year in Potions.”

“I’m so proud of you Ali! I knew you could do it! What about Transfiguration and DADA? I know you struggled some when I was still there.” Remus had turned his attention fully on Ali, but he could see Sirius watching with peak interest wanting to ask questions and he could only hope that Sirius did so. It would make Ali trust him a little more if he showed interest in her life and Remus knew that.

Ali beamed up at her Uncle, glad to know that he still cared about her life even after Sirius came back, “I got an Acceptable in Transfiguration and a Exceeds Exceptions in DADA. Honestly though if it wasn’t for Draco I wouldn’t have gotten that good in DADA. I swear on Merlin I lived in his dorm the whole two weeks before exams.”

Her over exaggeration caused Remus and Regulus to chuckle while Severus scowled, “I am going to pretend that I did not hear that since you know you are not supposed to be in there.”

“Oh calm down, Sev. She wasn’t in there alone I’m sure, and besides it got her a good grade.” Regulus exclaimed wrapping an arm around Ali hugging her while she stuck her tongue out at Severus.

“I wasn’t in there alone. Blaise, Theo, Pansy, and Daphne were with us and besides that's my cousin, practically my brother gross. I know we’re purebloods, but yuck.” Her comment made everyone at the table break out in a smile. Finally Sirius decided to quit staring and talk to his daughter. He couldn’t hold his tongue any longer after the word cousin left her mouth. He could only hope to be Andromeda's child.

“Cousin? Which cousin?” Sirius asked before taking a bite. Ali felt Regulus tense slightly at her father's question. Was she not supposed to answer?

“Draco. Draco Malfoy. He’s Narcissa’s son,” She answered honestly. Ali didn’t see the point in lying. Draco was her best friend, they did almost everything together.

Sirius was stunned to know that not only had Regulus, who claimed not to be a Death Eater, hang out with a Malfoy, but also Remus who knew better then anyone that is was a stupid thing to do. The Malfoy’s were nothing but Pureblood supremacists with a breeding problem. He opened his mouth to speak, but quickly closed when Remus kicked him under the table. Sirius knew that Remus didn’t want him to say anything about it and from the look on Regulus’s face he didn’t either. He decided that it could wait till the adults were alone, or just Sirius and Remus were fine with him, so he could get some answers because any child of his was not going to spend time with Lucius Malfoy's child. The silence filled the room again making Ali squirm in her seat til Sirius spoke again, “Um, what- what house are you in, Ali?”

This question caused Ali to tense up. She knew her father was in Gryffindor and she assumed her mother was as well. Her father was known for bashing Slytherins which was what most of her friends were. Even the Sorting Hat debated for five minutes over whether she was a Slytherin or a Ravenclaw.

Gulping she answered, “I’m a - a Ravenclaw.”

“Really?” Ali nodded. “Do you like it? I mean I didn’t know a lot of Ravenclaws when I was in school.”

“Oh um yeah, I guess. I like to read so the common room is always quiet which is nice.”

“You must have gotten that from your mum. I wasn’t much of a reader, preferred Quidditch,” Sirius let out a laugh. He was trying but it was hard to talk to a fifteen year old who you didn’t know a lot about, but was also your daughter. “Do you play?”

That caused Ali to laugh. She was a lot of things, but talented at Quidditch was not one of them. She knew that her dad was a player back in the day, a beater if she remembered correctly, but there was honestly no point in her even trying she could barely fly a broom; that alone took a lot of practice and help from her Uncles and friends. “No. Honestly it would be easier for a Niffler to play then me.”

“Godric, Ali is horrible at flying. I think it might be her downfall one day, literally she's falling off the broom more than flying usually,” Remus chimed in.

Laughter was heard around the table then, and even if it was at her expense Ali was glad for it. The tension that was surrounding everyone seemed to leave the air and easy conversation flowed after that. Sirius asked Ali more about her interest and school while Remus and Regulus cleaned the kitchen up; something that shook Sirius to his core was seeing his little brother clean things the Muggle way. Severus had to leave to pick up a few things for some potions he was working on which led to Ali hugging her Uncle goodbye and him actually smiling, and judging by the look on Sirius’s face that was something he was not prepared for.

“Did he just smile? Like openly? And HUG her?” He practically shouted after Severus had left, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen him smile even in school.”

Regulus scoffed lightly at that, “Well you would have seen him smile in school if you wouldn’t have tormented him all those years. But yes, he did and does hug Ali. She is probably the only one he will ever hug, but it is something.”

“Sirius, something that you don't know is that Alianova was, and frankly is, the light of a lot of people's lives.” Ali blushed at the comments being made about her from Remus. “She was brought into Regulus, and your mothers lives when she was still trying to get over the loss of your father and Regulus almost being killed. I know your mum was a mean old bat.” Ali let out a string of giggles at that, making Regulus look at her with his eyebrow raised; she quickly looked back down at the table while her Uncle shook his head amused. “But she wasn’t mean to Ali. She loved her to pieces. Yes, some of her views were wrong still they were never shoved down Ali’s throat. Not only did she bring light to their lives, but also to mine and Severus’s. After everything that happened I didn’t even want to stay in London. I had lost everything. Then one morning there is a knock at my door. I debated opening it, but I am immensely glad that I did. I’m gonna be truthful here and this is stuff that Ali and Regulus haven’t heard, but I was scared when he showed up with her. I didn’t know what had happened to her. Harry was shipped off to the Dursleys, and her Godparents were dead and no one would give me much information about her. I had simply given up on the Magical world. Then I watched them play on the floor of my living room and I knew that no one could raise her better than Regulus. He asked me to help of course, and the same goes for Severus. He had lost the one he thought he loved and needed a new outlook on things. He got that from Ali.” Remus placed his hands on the girls shoulders when he noticed she had tears in her eyes. “And I can guarantee that she will be your light too if you let her, Sirius.”

No one said anything for a few minutes. All were taking in the words Remus had just said. Ali wasn’t used to being talked about like that. Yes, she got praise for school or piano, but no one called her their light before. Regulus stood thinking about the things Remus had said knowing that it was nothing but the truth. He isn’t sure what would have happened if Ali hadn’t come to him, but the outcome would not have been a good one. His self destructive actions stopped the day that baby was placed in his arms. He loved Ali like his own and would protect her from the world. He could only hope that Sirius wouldn’t make the same mistake that he did with him and push her away.

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Warnings: smut, impregnate kink(?), fingering, blowjob, swearing, unprotected sex (wrap it before use it kids!), making baby(?)

Pairing: Jaehyun x fem!reader

Genre: smut, fluff

Plot: Having a huge birthday party for Jaehyun was a great plan until your sister asked you to babysit your niece. Jaehyun would have never thought he would develop special feelings towards you when he saw you falling asleep with her in your arms. The moment you give him his birthday gift, he perfectly knows it'll be a birthday to remember.

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A/N: Special thanks to @neosmutcollective for making this possible🙏🏻❤️ Hope you guys enjoy this little special ❤️ And also Happy birthday to our lovely Valentines boy🎂❤️

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"It's only for one night (Y/N)." You heard your sister's voice through your phone. "I know, but it is Jaehyun's birthday night!" You complained, pouting at your phone like if your sister was able to see your facial expression. Even though she couldn't see it, she could definitely tell you were pouting. "I had been preparing his birthday night for so long! I even prepared a Love letter to make it even more romantic and now you're telling me to stay with Byeol? Why do you hate me so much?" You said overreacting to your sister after she asked you to stay with your niece for Saint Valentine's day because she was going out with your brother in law. "Stop being a drama queen, she'll sleep early and then you'll be able to have your romantic dinner with Jaehyun." Your sister reasoned, trying her best to convince you to stay with your little niece. "Okay fine!" You finally gave in, tiredly sighing and rolling your eyes annoyed. "Thank you!! I don't know what I would do without my amazing little sister!!!!! Don't forget to send a picture of that love letter, I'm willing to see it!" Your sister said before you both said goodbye and hung up the phone.

"Who were you talking to? You sounded so annoyed." Jaehyun's soft voice knocked you out of your thoughts. You turned around to find a freshly showered shirtless Jaehyun standing in the frame of your shared bedroom door. His wet hair gluing to his soft forehead and some water drops dripping down his charming face as he dried his neck with a towel. You took a few seconds to admire your boyfriend's naked torso. His body was perfectly sculpted, like Gods and Goddesses took thousands of years to make him. "Are you going to answer or will I have to wear a shirt so you stop staring at me like that?" He said knocking you out of your bubble once again, a slight smirk appearing on his soft and plump lips. "No, don't worry, you can stay like that." You immediately answered, refusing to see him with a shirt covering his breathtaking torso. He couldn't help but giggle a bit shy at your comment and the way you were devouring him with your eyes.

"It was my sister… She'll go to dinner with my brother in law for Saint Valentine's day and wants me to stay with Byeol…" You finally explained once Jaehyun was back from drying his dark hair and once he finally had his strong arms around you. "That's great! I'll get to celebrate my birthday with our little girl!" Jaehyun said, clearly excited at the thought of Byeol joining both of you on his birthday private party. Jaehyun loved that little girl with his entire heart, like she was his own niece, which made your heart melt. And so did she. You sometimes asked yourself if your niece really loved you or if she just wanted to be around Jaehyun, both of them being inseparable. The thought of spending Jaehyun's birthday with your little niece, being able to see their extremely happy faces and being able to live a day like parents, somehow started to feel just right as soon as you saw how Jaehyun's face turned from a tired one into a happy one when you told him what was happening.

The day finally arrived. You felt Jaehyun's arms tightly hugging you as you both slept soundless, the soft sunlight slowly waking you up and the soft chirping of some birds making the perfect combination for you both to stay in bed until noon. "(Y/N)!! We're here!!" You heard your sister calling you. The moment you were conscious about what was going on, you abruptly jumped out of bed and ran to your living room. "How the hell did you enter?" You asked half asleep as you tightly hugged your little niece. "I've been ringing the doorbell for 5 minutes until I decided to open with my own keys." Your sister complained, handing you your niece's bag. "Where's Jaehyun, aunt?" Byeol sweetly asked, impatient to see the birthday boy. "He's in bed, let's go wake him up." You whispered like you were telling her a secret. You said goodbye to your sister and your brother in law and after wishing them a happy valentine's, both of you walked on your tiptoes towards your shared bedroom where Jaehyun was sleeping peacefully. "Shh, let's jump on him and wake him up." You whispered, plotting how you would wake your boyfriend up. "1, 2, 3… Now!" You said, jumping on the bed with your niece at the same time. "Happy birthday!!!" You and Byeol said in unison as you both landed on your boyfriend's resting body. "Good morning my favorite girls." He lazily said, a happy and beautiful wide smile appearing on his face when he saw you both.

It definitely started like a perfect birthday and it couldn't end any other way. While you cooked some breakfast, Jaehyun was in the living room playing with Byeol. Later for lunch, the three of you locked in the kitchen as you tried to make some homemade food and as you played Master Chef, something your niece loved to do with you and Jaehyun. You ended up ordering Byeol's and Jaehyun's favorite food, not being able to cook anything good but spending the best time of your life. During the afternoon, you played and watched all kinds of games and movies. You couldn't remove the bright smile from your face as you stared at your little niece eating snacks sitting between Jaehyun's legs as he ate some snacks as well. How can a little human bring so much love and happiness? You asked yourself as you watched them, not being able to resist the urge of having a little human in your life as well.

Some more hours passed and before you could notice it was dinner time. You had to admit you were tired from playing nonstop with Byeol for the past few hours. Fortunately, Jaehyun has decided to cook dinner himself. What he didn't expect was finding you fast asleep with your niece sleeping as well between your arms, holding her close to your chest to keep her warm. The image was so beautiful making Jaehyun unable to stop staring at you for the next few minutes. He stared at you both with so much love reflected on his eyes, with so much admiration. He was staring at you like nobody has ever done. But his eyes soon started to fill up with lust that replaced the soft and lovely gaze, a sudden strong desire of kissing you passionately, of touching you, of making you his… Of having a little human in his life with you. "I was so tired I didn't even notice I fell asleep." You said, trying to move without waking up Byeol who was peacefully sleeping between your arms. Jaehyun was so immersed in his sudden thoughts that he didn't notice you were awake. "Do I have something on my face? You've been staring at me for a while now like you saw a ghost." You teased him walking up to him. "Just you looked so damn beautiful." He said, cupping your cheeks and pulling you into a passionate kiss that let you know what was going on in his mind. You've been dating him for long enough to know how to read his little actions and even though you were sleepy, you could still tell some dirty thoughts were running his mind just by the way he kissed you.

A few minutes passed and your sister was back to pick up your niece. And once they were gone, you planned to give Jaehyun exactly what he wanted to get from you since he saw you sleeping a few minutes ago and what you have been wanting for the last few days. Having to collate your work with his work and with sexual life was pretty hard for you both and today that you could have a "free day" and that it was his birthday, you wanted to give him what you both have been willing to receive for the past few weeks.

"We're finally alone." You said as you sat down next to him on the couch. "You know? You looked so handsome while playing with Byeol." You said, your hand running up and down his hand and your body getting closer to his body, desperate to get some skin contact with your boyfriend, something you couldn't have in the last 2 weeks. "And so you did while sleeping with her." Jaehyun confessed, his eyes getting darker and gleaming with the dim light of your living room and full of lust. "I have something for you." You said, reaching your hand to the tea table where you kept the Love letter you prepared for him.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked, his ears getting red after reading your letter asking him to start a family. "If you don't want then it's okay, but I really want to have a family with you… I love you so much and the way you-." You started to explain but he cut you off with a passionate kiss full of love, lust and hunger. He didn't want to hear your explanations, he just wanted to be on top of you and thrust into you as hard as he had to make you pregnant. After breaking the kiss, both of you decided to move to your bed where you could be more comfortable.

He waited enough, he was getting impatient and just as much as he wanted to ruin you, he also wanted to make you feel the most loved human being in the entire world. Jaehyun was that kind of boy who could go really rough on you when he was in the mood but that was not today. Today was one of those days when he just wanted to take good care of you and show you how much he loved you by his actions. After all, you were about to conceive your first kid and he believed it had to be made with so much love.

He cupped your cheeks and pulled you into a deep and sensual kiss this time. You melted down on his soft lips. You were getting turned on just by the way he was kissing you. Slow and passionate. Jaehyun took advantage of your soft moans to slip his tongue inside the warmth of your mouth. Both of your tongues fighting for dominance. “I love you so much.” He whispered in between the kiss right before moving his lips to your jaw and down your neck, leaving soft butterfly kisses that sent chills down your spine. You unconsciously tilted your head, leaving more space for him on your neck. “So fucking beautiful.” He whispered against your skin.

He tugged the hem of your shirt, asking you for permission to remove it. You just threw your hands to his shirt and removed it, letting him know he could do the same with you. His hands slowly went to your lower body to remove your short pants and quickly removed your shorts and shirt, throwing it somewhere in the room just like you did with his clothes.

After some more minutes of making out, he broke the kiss to look at you right in your eyes. “I really do love you.” He said before placing his hand on your core, wanting to let you know how much he loved you and how much he wanted that baby with you. You gasped at the sudden contact and your hands reached the back of his neck as you tried to hold into something. “J-Jaehyun it feels so good.” You moaned as he kept softly rubbing his fingers on your clit. “That’s it baby, call my name.” He whispered, pressing a bit harder and making you a moaning mess already. “Your voice sounds so good when you call me like that.” He added after his name escaped your lips uncontrollably. “S-stop.” You suddenly begged him. He was confused and scared of hurting you but the moment your gaze met his he perfectly knew what you wanted. “I also want to make you feel good.” You said looking into his eyes and kneeling in front of him. “You don’t hav-.” He said to be cut off by your mouth wrapping around his hard member. “Fuck you’re so good baby.” He said tilting his head back. The room was filled with his heavy breaths and swearings, music to your ears. “B-babe s-stop.” He said gasping for air. You knew by the way he said that he was getting close. You knew it was the moment for finally having him inside you.

You slowly laid on your shared bed and he placed himself in your entrance. His gaze pierced your soul like a knife as he looked into your eyes while he entered you. “You’re so wet and tight, it feels so good.” He moaned as he slowly started to thrust into you. He didn’t want to move faster, he wanted you to feel every single inch of him. “J-jaehyun y-you’re so good.” You moaned out, not really caring about the neighbours hearing you at this point. “I love you.” He said with a shaky voice and pressing a passionate kiss on your lips.

He thrusted into you for some more minutes and both of you started to get close to your highs. “Jaehyun I’m so close.” You moaned out as he kept thrusting into you, perfectly hitting the right spots inside you and making you gasp for air as your walls clenched around his cock. “Grab my hand babe, let’s do it together.” He said grabbing your hand and pressing his forehead with yours. Both of your bodies were covered in sweat, both of you moaning in unison and your bodies moving in unison as well. As you reached your climax, stars danced before your eyelids as you shut your eyes making you feel an overwhelming yet amazing feeling as you released your juices around his member.

Reaching your climax, calling his name repeatedly and your walls tightening even more around his cock was enough to make him release his cum inside you. After some more thrusts, he pulled out of you but as soon as he got out of you, he pulled his fingers back into you, getting the cum that was dripping out back inside you, not wanting to waste any drop of his cum. The feeling of his fingers getting inside you once again was driving you crazy. "Let's make sure you get pregnant tonight baby." He whispered in your ear, letting you know he was up to another round and that he wouldn't be that gentle in that second round.

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