#and they should have made her just as big as m!hawke

[razumdars]

female hawke should have been buffer

#sophie.txt #was thinking about the disparity btwn f!hawke and m!hawke's voices #the VA for f!hawke is great but she's not goofy enough. she sounds too delicate and feminine #i know that hawke can have a range of personalities with the red blue purple thing #but m!hawke's delivery is like. hes kinda a dingus regardless #f!hawke should have had that energy too #and they should have made her just as big as m!hawke #yes even if shes a mage #if mage m!hawke gets to still have big beefy muscles then f!hawke should too #but as we know. bioware are cowards when it comes to this sort of thing #alas #dragon age #da2 #hawke #also. tbh. hawke shouldn't have been voiced in the first place. but ive done that rant before

[burnwater13]

Grogu watched his dad like a hawk for the rest of that day. IG-11-M had gone back to performing his primary functions, which meant he went back to the Marshal’s office and collected data on criminal activities in the surrounding systems. Nothing criminal occurred anymore on Nevarro. Not with an assassin droid as a marshal.

Din Djarin seemed fine. He had cleaned up the caf mess, made Grogu a fresh bowl of freeze dried froglets, without the blue milk this time, and finished making his own costume for the festivities that evening. He would’t show it to Grogu because he wanted it to be a surprise. Grogu wasn’t very happy about that, but, if that’s what his dad wanted, that was fine. His problem was he really didn’t trust that Din Djarin wasn’t still affected by the Sith flu. Sith were sneaky and that bothered Grogu. 

But, since he could do nothing about that for the time being, he worked on his chores. First, Grogu checked on his costume. He was going as Kuiil and wanted to make sure that everything was ready because he didn’t want to mess it up during the day. Then he looked at his story telling notes and spent some time refining the plots and characters. He was pretty sure that if a story was about a giant chicken, there should be a giant nest, but should there be a second giant chicken? Normally, he asked his dad things like that, but he didn’t want cause any problems. The bounty hunter might not find giant chickens scary at all.

They ate lunch at lunch time and did some general outdoor chores and decorated the cabin. That took some time because his dad said he couldn’t use the Force to help them. Apparently the Mandalorian thought that the Force itself had caused the symptoms of Grogu having Sith flu and didn’t want that to mess them up. Grogu had agree reluctantly. He hadn’t used the Force on his dad that morning and Din Djarin had still consumed a whole big spoonful of mushy froglets in blue milk. 

Grogu wished he’d thought to take a vid of that happening. He could project it on the wall during the story telling later that night. He could imagine the parents finding it gross in a bad way and all the kids finding it gross in a funny way. Grogu would have found it funny if he hadn’t been so concerned about his dad. Oh well. 

Finally, they were ready to go into Nevarro City. Grogu was all dressed up and looked so much like Kuiil that his dad called him that when he saw him. 

“Kuiil, have you seen Grogu? We have to get over to the civic offices now.” 

The Mandalorian had been perfectly serious and Grogu giggled at him.

“Oh, is that you, Grogu? Wow. You really had me convinced I was talking to Kuiil. Do you have everything, including your lucky charm?”

Lucky charm? Oh. His dad must be been talking about the silver ball! After he had taken it from his dad when they were chatting with Ahsoka Tano, the Mandalorian had told her that Grogu treated that knob like it was a lucky charm. Ahsoka had smiled at that. Grogu was pretty sure that she knew that Din Djarin was his lucky charm and that he just really liked having something that reminded him of his dad, because it was shiny like his armor. 

Grogu quickly checked his pockets. Nope. It wasn’t there. He ran to his bedroom. Nope. Not there either. Dank Farrik! Did he leave it in Nevarro City at the civic offices? He didn’t think so. Maybe he left it in his dad’s room? He trotted off to check on that while the Mandalorian moved the last bits of stuff they were taking with them to the speeder.

Sure enough, the silver ball was sitting next to some bit of rock on Din Djarin’s workstation. Grogu grabbed both items and stuffed them into one of his many pockets. He’d no idea that Kuiil’s daily wear required him to have so many pockets, but if that’s what it took, than all the better for him. 

Grogu met his dad at the speeder and noticed that the bounty hunter wasn’t wearing his costume. Grogu asked him if he’d forgotten it. 

“No. I have it stowed away. I’ll change into it once we arrive. R5 will help you do the final set up. I think you’ll really like my costume.”

Grogu nodded his head and they were off. 

When they arrived at the civic offices Grogu was excited to see all the people who were there, wearing costumes and helping with the event. Greef Karga was front and center and, instead of wearing his typical costume of the High Magistrate, he was wearing a sparkly red and white striped hat, which matched his sparkly red and white striped coat and the long blue and white sparkly pants that seemed quite baggy. You couldn’t miss him and once you saw him, you’d never forget him. Grogu was impressed. 

“Well my friends, we’ve done it! People are already going through the ‘fright factory’ and they really seem to like it. The protocol droids are keeping that sorted out. We’ll be starting the story telling as soon as you're ready Mando. And… little one, I am happy to tell you a couple of your friends decided to stop by and grace Nevarro with their presence. Now, they want to surprise you, so just keep your eyes open. Don’t just use those magic hands of yours.”

The High Magistrate seemed very happy and Grogu was glad about that, but he wondered who had come all the way to Nevarro to see him? He hadn’t checked his datapad to see if his ‘Sith-alike’ alter ego had sent out any other messages. Oh, no! What if he’d invited Dr. Pershing? Or Moff Gideon’s second in command? What if he’d accidentally invited the horrible spider critters from the ice cube moon they crashed on that time? 

He was so distracted by those thoughts that he didn’t even notice his dad slip away to change into his costume. Womp rats! Grogu slipped his hand into his pocket so he could hold the silver ball. It really was a lucky charm for him and he knew he would feel better if he was holding it. 

But it wasn’t in the first pocket he checked, or the second, or even the third. Dang. Why did the Kuiil costume have to have so many pockets? Then he checked another pocket and found something smooth and cool to the touch. But it wasn’t the silver ball. Uff. It must be that rock he picked up from his dad’s room with the ball. Then Grogu began to cackle. Excellent. It was all going to plan.

Grogu surveyed the space again and saw the storytellers' throne. He rubbed his hands together and marched right over to it. This was his place and this was where he would meet his subjects and sway them to his purpose. The Empire was in a shambles and he was going to rally the people of Nevarro to support him and bring order to the Galaxy. He laughed again and the sound of his cackling certainly attracted some attention. That was good right?

He sat on the throne and flipped the switch to the sound system that the High Magistrate had thoughtfully installed.

“It was a dark and stormy night. Thunder crashed and lightning filled the sky with bright flashes of my wrath!”

Then Grogu lifted his left hand and blue lighting snapped and crackled from it. He vaguely heard someone call out ‘Dank Farrik’ and was about to continue his appeal to his subjects when he heard a familiar voice.

“You are gravely mistaken.”

A man in an almost black cloak stepped forward, his hood obscuring his face and his black gloves highlighting that he was holding the hilt of a shiny silver lightsaber. 

“Oh, no, my young Jedi. You will find that it is you who are 

mistaken...about a great many things.”

“This little one isn’t worth the effort.” 

Another hooded human walked up, dressed in light brown and tan robes. The sash and the shiny knurled hilt of a lightsaber gave away the identify of this Jedi: Obi-Wan Kenobi, back for another battle. 

What the heck? Where were these Jedi coming from? Hadn’t he gotten rid of them all?

“Hey, Mando! What in the seven sisters of Sullust is goin’ on here? I came just like the little one asked me to.” 

Peli Motto? Peli was here! Yippee! Uh, ugh, another part of his plan was falling into place.

“Listen you two, he’s got something in his right hand. I think that’s your problem, but I don’t think I’m the one who should fix it.” 

Fennec Shand spoke from behind her spotting scope. Her voice was calm, cool, and collected. Good. Good. Wait, what? She was supposed to be on his side!

With that, a bunch of things happened all at once. Emperor Grogu held up his hands so he could zappity, zap anyone who got too close, but he hadn’t taken into account that two Jedi could overpower him quite so easily. Apparently Obi-Wan had learned that he was ticklish. That wasn’t fair! And Luke had simply taken the rock out of his hand and crushed it. 

“Grogu, buddy? Are you okay now?” 

His dad was talking to him. How was Din Djarin doing that? He wasn’t even there!

Obi-Wan pushed his hood back and Grogu saw a familiar face. An actual face. Not a helmet. Not a mask. But his dad’s face. He jumped into Din Dajrin’s arms and hugged him tight. 

“So what was that thing the kid was holdin’?” Peli asked, as she walked closer to the ‘throne’ and offered Grogu some hard candy lozenges. 

“That was a bone from one of the clones that Moff Gideon had been cultivating here in that old lab. Grogu must have found it somewhere.” 

Luke pushed his own hood down as he answered Peli’s question. 

“Well, let’s check the kid’s eyes and see if all that Sithyness is gone. I prefer brown eyes to red ones.” 

Fennec was always the practical one and very sweet.

“Mando! That was amazing. Everyone loved it. Let’s get to the next story. You should have ended the show with that one. It’s going to be hard to top.” Greef Karga bustled up to them. 

“I think I can help with that.” 

Luke turned to crowd, as Grogu just hugged his dad and Din Djarin hugged him back.

“A long time ago, in a galaxy, far, far away…”

#calendar prompt a day #the mandalorian #grogu #din djarin #It was a dark and stormy night #Special thanks to George Lucas

[bullshit-bulltrue]

☆ hawk talk 8/14/23 ☆

so i found out that my school practically treats PDA as The Big Bad Sin™️

like literally in our handbook it says it is NOT tolerated under ANY means

so like

even if i had the courage to hug my friends

i fucking can't

unless the monitors aren't paying attention but like

what if one day i'm like crying in the hallway and my bestie sees me and wants to give me a hug

but like they can't 0_0

and vice-versa

FUCK

okie. anyway.

lanie is out of town visiting family :(

BUT I STILL GOT TO EAT LUNCH WITH SOMEONE

and if you've been following along, you would know the person i ate lunch with is Delgado

✨️✨️✨️

we'll go back to that in a sec, i promise (highlight of my day)

so since it was an odd day i went to history & geo first

so we get there and we have a debate on whether school should start earlier/same time or later

and i of course backed up my reasoning with evidence unlike everyone else

they're all dumbasses

and the sleezy hoebags behind me started trying to fuck with my hair

but then i hit one of them <3

so then mr. m had us go over the fire drill and where to go in case of smth happening during his period

so we went outside and lined up where we would in case of an emergency

and then the desk buddy bitch asked for the answers to a quiz and i gave her the wrong ones <3

so then that was it for history & geo

andddd it turns out that delgado passes the math room on his way to his next period so i have to make sure i don't look like utter shit BEFORE MATH TOO

i felt bad tho bc i almost hit him 😭😭

so when i was walking towards the math room my back was turned to him so i obvi didn't know it was him when he tapped me on the shoulder

and it scared the crap outta me cus the recent school day (last friday) some dick did that to me and i hit him

and i thought it was the same guy

but it wasn't, it was delgado <3

and he just wanted to make sure we were still good for lunch and this is how the convo went:

d: *taps my shoulder* hey so lunch today, right?

me: *puts fist down after i realized it was him* yeah!

d: oh and also what do you have for first period?

me: [insert history & geo teacher's name]

d: oh cool. where you going next?

me: math with Mr. H. right here *points at door*

d: *groans* i just came back from math. that's my first fucking period 🙄

me: *laughs* ahh it's my 2nd. well, technically 3&4 but ykwim (if you need me to explain the schedules lmk)

d: Okay well i gtg

me: yeah me too, see you in like an hour or some shit *smiles and waves*

d: *smiles and waves back*

sooooo

then math

these bitches at my table

are fucking horrible

i'm trying to do a placement exam

and they keep talking

like BITCH I DID NOT MAKE IT TO AN ACCELERATED CLASS JUST FOR Y'ALL TO BE THE REASON WHY I FAILED

TAKE YOUR ASSES AND CHEAT ON THE EXAM SOMEWHERE ELSE HOES

I DO NOT HAVE TIME FOR YOUR BULLSHIT

"wElL Mr H sAiD wE CaN tAlK" "We ArEnT eVeN bEiNg LoUd"

SHUT THE FUCK UP

HE SAID WE CAN TALK ABOIT MATH AND UR LITERALLY TALKING ABOUT YO UGLY ASS FACE

so that was fun.

oh and also Mr. H (the teacher) draws so we can like give him a photo and he'll draw like the outline and give it back to us to color and then hang it up in the room!! so i'm gonna ask him if he can draw Stitch or smth so i can color it and hang it in the classroom!

yk if i remember lol

oh and like towards the end of class i went to the bathroom to fix myself up a little bit™️ bc on odd days i have

✨️english class✨️

after math <3

so i put on my favorite lipstick and tamed my hair a bit more and just made sure my clothes looked alright and shit lol

i also cleaned up my boots too while i was at it <3

i love my boots so much

i want moreee

like

actually i don't want more

i NEED more

if i had the money, i would be a doc martens addict and i'd have hundreds of pairs

but alas

bitches are expensive

*sads*

okeu anywayy

i get back to class and these hoes are still talking about the girliest shit ever i literally was going to kill myself if i had to listen to anymore of it

so then we started packing up and then we left

AND THENNNN

ENGLISH CLASS TIME

so we all lined up outside the door bc the teacher wasn't in yet (Mrs. K)

and i tried to stand next to him (delgado) but this bitch got in line RIGHT before me so she was in-between us :/

but thats alr cus he sorts slowed down in line and i caught up so we walked in the room around the same time

and i was wearing a shirt with a Mexican food place and Mrs. K was like "oh my gosh that's my favorite Mexican restaurant in [insert location]!!" and i was like "yeah its pretty good. well, for white people cooking the food. the only real Mexican food you get is from Mexico, or your mamás kitchen" and delgado looked at me like he knew lol so that's when he sorta started catching on that I'm Mexican too

it's nice not to have to tell someone about my ethnicity for once and them figuring it out on their own

so yeah <3

and we had to finish these state mandated tests bc we got only like halfway done on friday

so me and delgado were writing each other notes and doodles to help keep ourselves awake and not fall asleep during that godforsaken fucking test 😭😭

so after we got done (we finished our tests around the same time lol) Mrs. K let us kinds do our own thing as long as we weren't disruptive

so i read DPS and he was playing some game on his Chromebook

and it was so funny bc he had his chromebook on mute but you can tell when he lost and stuff bc he would make a fist and be like "noooo" really quietly

idk

it was funny to me, at least

and there was someone's alarm going off and it sounded like the beep a bomb makes before it goes off

and ofc my mind immediately went to JD <3

and then me, delgado, baseball guy, and d's short bestie all looked at each other like "you hear that 👀"

and then me and delgado crossed ourselves and said "el padre, el hijo y el espíritu santo" but he said it in english lol

and like he's so sweet

so not only did he double check we were still eating lunch together in the hallway but he also asked again at the end of english class

ik it may not seem like anything to you but it means a lot to me

bc i'm always the one to make sure plans are still plans and i feel annoying for asking so many times and that i'm bothering the other person and it just feels nice to have someone else take the time to ask, yk?

so it also turns out our lockers aren't that far away from each other's so even though he's English Class Crush™️ he also qualifies as Hallway Crush™️

speaking of hallway crushes

yk Luca? his locker and also Mikey's (Michael, but we all call him Mikey) lockers are close-ish to mine

so yeah that's great/sarc

it is, in fact, not great.

BECAUSE THAT MEANS I CANNOT RISK LOOKING LIKE SHIT IN THE MORNING

i mean i make sure i always look somewhat good before i leave the house

BUT STILL

anyway

we go to lunch and his friend Alex comes along and im like ooo cool i get to meet his friend

and i sat down and saved us some seats while they went to get the food from the lunch people

so when they come and sit down i was hoping that i would sit next to delgado bc that was the whole fucking point of eating lunch with him

but Alex sits his ass right in between us

but like ig Alex is a protective friend or smth?? idk but like yeah i didn't take offense or anything bc id be the same way

we were stil able to talk tho <3

and anyway they come and sit down and the lunch for the 14th was grilled cheese

but lemme tell you

that, was in fact, not grilled cheese

it looked like two soggy pieces of bread with orange food coloring in the middle

that cheese? was NOT cheese

and i was like oh hell nah no way is Boy Bestie™️ eating whatever the fuck that government looking waste was

so i was like dude have what you want out of my lunch, there's no way you're eating that on my watch

and i was like hey Alex you can go ahead and eat my lunch too

so Alex took the dragonfruit and smth else i think

and delgado had the tortillas mi mamá packed for me

again, i wasn't hungry at all because i had thrown up earlier but i forced myself to eat something before i passed out

oh and forgot to mention

delgado fr said "AYYY MEXICAN STYLEEE" bc i had the tortillas wrapped up in tinfoil and some chorizo con papas y huevos and i was like "HELL YEAHHH"

idk if the white people understand this or not but like this was a bonding moment for us bc there aren't a whole lot of mexicans at our school

so like to see that we're apart of the same culture is really nice

oh and he was also like "my mom makes that like every morning!" and i was like "my mom made it yesterday and decided to pack me some for lunch!"

i would've given him like a fist bump or smth but i wasn't gon put my arm across Alex to get to delgado cus like

just no

so anyway sometime in the middle of lunch i was eating my food and then

poof

woosh

*shimmery sound effects*

THEY'RE GONE

I DON'T KNOW HOW OR WHEN BUT THESE BITCHES JUST VANISHED

SO THEN I WAS LIKE NO NO NO I'M GONNA HAVE TO BE ALONE FOR THE NEXT 20 MINUTES WHYYY

but i didn't wanna move and go look for them bc not only are we not allowed to i also thought maybe they just needed to go the the bathroom

so i just sat there looking like a kicked puppy with sad eyes because i'm not fucking tall enough to look for them in the crowd of gross teenagers

so i just sit there and text my friend because when i lose my friends (and this has happened since elementary) i get really aggressive bc i get overstimed so yk i texted my friend to calm myself down

anyway

lunch over

i get my shit from my locker and head to gym

we go over where we will sit for attendance

and then we go over fire drill procedures and shit

and then we spend most of our time doing jackshit

and like the last 20 minutes of class coach was like okay you can play basketball with the boys orstand around idrc bc we only have a little but till the end of the day

so i channeled my inner white girl and just watched delgado play basketball

and like he's one of the only guys who actually knows how to fuckin play 😭😭

also this one kid got hit in the back of the head and fell straight forward and on his face like a looney tunes character

comedic gold right there

and at the end of phys ed me and delgado were walking the same direction bc our lockers are near each other's and it looks like we're gonna have lunch again on Wednesday since that's the next time i have 3rd lunch <3

so yeah i hope i was midly entertaining

it's 1:36am and i gotta get up at 6:30am so goodnight and sorry for not Finnishing this earlier, i got caught up in something

#☆ hawk talk

[mimdecisive]

honestly, I think if you made a tier list of the worst SPOP characters, it’d come down to these three:

Sea Hawk

Swift Wind

Spinnerella (and Netossa)

my main reasoning for this is because they’re all relatively big characters. they’re recurring enough that they should have some kind of substance, but unlike Castaspella (who was just treated terribly by the show), there isn’t much to pick apart and dissect.

Sea Hawk starts out pretty okay, minus the fact his main love interest hates him so much that she won’t let She-Ra save her kingdom unless he leaves. Which, you know, is how all healthy M/F relationships start! Especially if the only thing that changes is the girl who always says no eventually says yes, because secretly she likes it. Isn’t that original and healthy? And great to show kids?

But, when, aside from that (the fact his whole romance is founded on consistently ignored consent), Sea Hawk does kinda start out as like, a real character. He’s a real person. He confides in Glimmer that he used to have a crew, and she has that nice line about how he still does and calls him ‘captain’ and everything. The writers then proceed to throw that out the window by the time S2 hits.

Sea Hawk is upgraded to afterthought-for-comedy and parallels Scorpia for his last actually meaningful moment on the show, and immediately after that is “upgraded” to comedy relief. Functionally, he serves no purpose aside from comedy relief. Instead of him having any deeper feelings about Salineas’ fall and maybe talking about it, he gets himself, Swifty and Bow kidnapped.

there could’ve been a moment in there in which Bow questions why Sea Hawk would have them kidnapped of all things, and Sea Hawk could’ve said something like:

“Because I don’t want you guys to stop fighting. Whoever controls Salineas controls the sea— it’s a big deal! As a sea captain, that is abundantly clear. But I don’t want you to get discouraged from standing against the Horde— not just for the sake of adventure, but the sake of the rebellion. Even if what it takes to get you fighting again is to put myself in jeopardy, I’d gladly do it again.”

and you know. that would’ve been cool. could’ve found a way to write something like that in.

Swift Wind, he kind of served a purpose. A lot of the show he kinda spent as a comedy relief character, but I can’t help but feel most of the jokes just… kinda fell flat. there are sooo many comedic directions you can go with a (slightly anthropomorphic) horse.

centaurworld did way more interesting horse-based comedy that wasn’t like ‘this horse wants equal rights��� because, uh. there’s no way to do that kinda of comedy that doesn’t come off super weird. i liked when Horse talked about murder. bobs burgers had a fictional horse named Jericho and he was probably more endearing.

Swift Wind had some moments, but like. he didn’t really build a deep bond with Adora. they said they got all the episodes they wanted, but SPOP would’ve benefited from an episode explaining why Swift Wind even decided to join the Rebellion.

i have a half-scrapped plot for a ‘rewrite episode’ where Swifty doesn’t want to join the Rebellion right away, Adora and Swift Wind try and gather members for Swifty’s rebellion. they spend all episode travelling and looking for horses, but they keep getting turned down up (bc not everyone is gonna want to join a rebellion) until they meet Storm, who does.

i think I had written that Adora and Swifty have a conversation about responsibility (some self-applied) and rebellions. having had time to bond with Adora, Swift Wind agrees to help with the rebellion.

and spinnerella. boy. first of all, I can’t help but feel like her design is a little disappointing, especially considering she’s the only actual plus-sized character, at least in the ‘main’ line-up. something about her entire character just feels off. her VA is unprofessional and all of her lines are incredibly generic. And she and Netossa don’t actually really have on-screen chemistry.

Netossa has some cute lines about Spinny, but then she also has that one where she says she’s gonna bring up the mind control thing so Spinny will have to do all the cleaning, like, forever. and like… is that really what you’d be thinking about if your SO was mindcontrolled? catradora has a mind control scene and first of all, it was portrayed as a very traumatic thing. secondly, Adora’s thoughts were ‘I’m gonna save u and bring u home and you’ll be safe’ which seems more realistic.

also the entire argument in S4 about whose winning more is so empty. maybe it’d be more charming if ND wasn’t Spinny’s VA and they hired a professional, but I guess they couldn’t scrounge the cash or something.

#spop #she ra #spinnerella #netossa #sea hawk #swift wind #mini-analysis

[divineslcyer]

A lady had arrived on the gloomy island and Birdie, like a little star, brightened up her surroundings with her chipper attitude. In an attempt to make friends with the really cool-lookin' lady, Birdie held out a bunch of carrots from the stem towards her in a peace offering. "For you, Miss! I grew these myself!" Under Mihawk's instruction, of course. A large smile was plastered across her face, "I'm Birdie. I hope we can be friends!" [in her Little Hawk verse]

Random Prompt (Always Accepting) ; @muselexum​ (Birdie)

Mihawk had given her a rough explanation to their newest resident, and couldn’t help having teased the man for his curious adoption methods.

‘You taking in strays Mihawk? My my, what will people say?’, He’d given her an annoyed look, huffing, ‘She’s outside.’

Naturally, he’d claim it as a coincidence or deny it all together--stubborn as he is but as honorable as ever, in his way... but if the girl was from a slave ship then there was no place safer then Mihawk’s castle---no one dared to pursue a man like him lightly. That was assuming they even knew the girls whereabouts or thought her to be dead. She perched herself onto one of the stone ledges, leg dangling precariously and the other propped up to rest her arm as she observed the scenery. The garden was coming along nicely, and it looked like the little one was helping.

Mishil felt a twinge of... something. Not pity. Not regret. A feeling she couldn’t place after summarizing the girl’s misfortune and luck. To lose family and home all at once... It struck a chord of familiarity. She hadn’t expected the girl to approach her first, let alone appear so energetic. Her smile certainly was sincere enough... But she looked like she still needed more feeding and growing to do.

❝ Birdie huh? Thanks, we can get Mihawk to make stew later with them.❞ She studied the vegetables, nose twitching as she sniffed. ❝ Nice and strong, hm. ❞ She didn’t look afraid of her--most were wary but maybe that was the benefit of being young. ❝ I’m-- ❞ She hesitated a moment, sighing before easing down her hood. Dark, scarlet hair spilled from over her shoulders and her gold eyes glinted. ❝ Mishil. Call me that. Now, I take it you’ve been helping Mihawk around huh? Noticed he’s a big ‘ol softy under all that grizzly bear growling? ❞

The girl giggled, no doubt imagining the fearsome man as the bear Mishil conjured. She gestured a mocking claw, until the girl laughed out loud. Mishil raised her hand, and lightly patted the top of the young girl’s head. ❝ Ah, there’s a good lass. Laughing and makin’ merry is how it should be at your age. ❞

❝ Do you know Mister Mihawk well? ❞

Mishil wrinkled her nose playfully,  then gestured the girl to lean closer. ❝ I know his secret--and that is that he is.. ❞ She could hear the familiar steps of said man, as she grinned and whispered into the girl’s ear. ❝ Surprisingly ticklish. ❞ She caught Mihawk’s gaze over the girl’s head, catching the way he narrowed his gaze at her. Mishil blinked with mock innocence as the girl gasped in delight and covered her mouth. ❝ Really? ❞  

❝ Mishil. ❞ She laughed at the low, warning drawl of her name. ❝ What? We’re bonding here Carina~! Lil’ Birdie here’s just showing off her carrots, good for some stew hm? ❞ He rolled his eyes, giving his head a shake. He made a gesture for them to follow, Mishil nudged Birdie ahead. ❝ Go take those into the kitchen for a wash, hm? ❞

❝ Yes’m. ❞ Birdie picked up her small basket of carrots and rushed inside with the energy and enthusiasm expected of a child her age. Boundless energy. Mishil fell into step beside him, and felt his fingers playfully tug at the length of her hair. His mouth brushed her ear, breath warm. ❝ Last I checked, you’re the ticklish one here. ❞ Skilled finger’s danced along her side and she inhaled sharply, quickly snatching his hand as she stifled a laugh. ❝ Dracule. ❞ He tickled her again until she squeaked and jolted against him. Mihawk dipped his head, stealing a kiss. ❝ Minx. Keep misbehaving and being ticklish will be the least of your worries. ❞ 

She thumped his chest lightly, ❝ Promises promises---but you’ve got to make dinner first, don’t keep the child waiting. ❞ Still, she did pause to squeeze his hand, her expression softening. ❝ Hey... It was good of you to save her. She’s a good kid. ❞  

❝ Hm, you like her too? ❞

Mishil cleared her throat, veiling her own embarrassment. ❝ She’s very... Cheery... And sweet. ❞ And she liked this side of him... Not that she’d admit it.. yet. ❝ Now shoo, go prepare some delicious dinner while I get the table ready. ❞ He scoffed, ❝ Ordering me in my own castle? ❞

She passed him with a playful wink, ❝ Of course. I’m a pirate after all. ❞

#tw length #✝ ⌈ General ⏌ ― answered #muselexum #✝ ⌈ Romance ⏌ ― Mihawk #the beginning of a family dynamic here #birdie is so cute tho #lil bird under the care of two notorious af lethal people

[topshelf2112-blog]

Ooh tell us more about the books on your wishlist!! 👀

Oh, anon, bless you for the opportunity to talk about books (and apologies for probably boring you to death). They’re kind of my life - what can I say?

First - a note on book hunting. I review books for NetGalley, subscribe to Scribd & Audible and have a decent library nearby - though neither my university nor the local library has ILL (weeping & gnashing of teeth). The books on this list are either things I want to add to a collection (I think I have a better big cat library than Harvard) or things I cannot access. (These are also just the ones I really want *right now* lol)…

Research Titles 📚

I recently got a grant for big cat books, but I only learned about these after I had budgeted!

1. Khairi: the beloved tigress (Choudhury) - an expensive title, this one chronicles the life of a forest agent who raised an orphan tigress 🐅

2. To walk with lions (Patterson) - Patterson is a well-known & much-published advocate for lions; I’m curious to see how he connects these awesome beasts with spirituality 🦁

3. No covenant: eaten by lions (Swemmer) - my research began with man-eaters, so I can never resist more of them 🦁

4. Shadow cats (Mayes) - Do I believe in North America’s cryptid cats? Not really. Does my heart long for their long-tailed, shadowy existence? Oh, yes. 🐈‍⬛

Did anyone think for a minute that M*A*S*H wouldn’t come into this? 🏥

1. Laughing Matters (Gelbart) - this will probably be terrible, but I’m hoping for a sentence or two about pretty Jamie!

2. The medics’ war (Cowdry) - I found this & the next two titles courtesy of the amazing MASH historian (https://themashhistorian.com/mash-library/) - thank you, Eric!!

3. Back down the ridge (White)

4. Mashed up wisdom (Reed)

Scaries 😱

After many years of refusing to read horror, I now like it very much!

1. The daughter of Dr. Moreau (Moreno-Garcia) - the original is one of my favorites (though animal torture is hard to read) so I’m curious to see how the story is expanded here. 🐆

2. Lure (McGregor) - sea horror, hooray! 🌊

3. Roosevelt’s beast (Bayard) - big game hunters should definitely be stalked by monsters

4. Deep zone (Tabor) - I’m reading his non-fiction now; can’t wait to read more!

5. We made it all up (Harrison) - encountered this in reference to my favorite horror, The Outsider

6. His & Hers (Feeney) - a recommendation I received

7. X, Y (Blumlein) - trans horror (possibly outdated but it’s a small genre)

8. Pallbearer’s club (Tremblay) - epistolary!!!

Audible Possibles 🎧

1. Persians (Llewellyn-Jones) - I’m trying to expand my grasp of world history

2. Path to Power (Caro) - an era that interests me

History 📜

1. Firewater (Johnson) - unfortunately, I spent seven years of my life in a house with an abusive alcoholic, so I’m interested in the thesis here

2. On the Ho Chi Minh Trail (Buchanan) - thus emphasizes the role of women in history

3. A sultry month (Hayter) - Victorians!!

Just for fun 🪁

1. Witch please (Aguirre) - a cute (maybe polyamorous?) romcom

2. QB VII (Uris) - I’m big into courtroom dramas again…

3. Notes on your sudden disappearance (Espach) - era-specific nostalgia

4. Hawk mountain (Habib) - issues of class & power

5. Joan (Chen) - there are so many stories about her

6. Falcon’s eyes (Stanfill) - connection to Eleanor of Aquitaine

7. Invisible things (Johnson) - this reminded me of the prime directive

8. League of gentlewomen witches (Holton) - such a fun writer!

LGBTQ+ 🏳️‍🌈

1. Bi (Shaw) - I had this preordered but funds ran out

2. In the face of death we are equal (Cao) - new cultural perspective

3. Little blue encyclopedia (Plante) - this one reminded me of my dear friend @charlesemersonwinchesteriii

Please send all & any book questions anytime!!! ❤️📚❤️

#my reading life #kind anon #books #so many #thank you for the ask #charles couldn’t fund this library lol #but he’s very welcome to try

[harveyhawkscripts]

[M4M] The Ogre and the Butterfly Prince Pt. 2 [Ogre speaker] [Butterfly-folk listener] [Fantasy] [Romantic]

Google Doc

Usage:

- Okay for monetization 

- Please credit me as Harvey Hawk :)

- Tweaks, improv, and pronoun changes are okay! Just please do not rewrite the script completely.

Synopsis: Part 1 here. Grahven and the Prince spend some time getting to know each other. Grahven gives some information on his past and we also learn the prince’s name, Xavier. The two seem sweet on each other, but morning brings an awful surprise.

Key:

[SFX and Action]

(.) Short Pause

(...) Longer pause

(Voice instruction)

Word count: 1034

GRAHVEN:

Is this alright, your highness? I’m not pulling your hair, am I?

(.)

(Flustered) Oh, g-good. I’m glad it feels nice, then.

(.)

So, um… are you nervous about meeting the suitors? N-not to say you should be – ah, but it’s fine if you are, of course.

(.)

I’m the nervous one? Heh, I guess you’re right. Apologies, your highness. I’ve just – I’ve never been this close to royalty before.

(.)

(Flattered) Thank you, your highness. I’m glad our hospitality is up to your standards.

(.)

The honey bells? Yeah, those were my idea.

(.)

Only the best for the good prince Xavier! You’re renowned not only for your compassion, your highness, but for your taste for citrus.

(.)

Oh yes, you know what I heard?

(.)

I heard you ate so many oranges that your wings turned orange!

(.)

(Laughs heartily) Liked that one, did ya? I have a joke or two up my sleeve.

(.)

Aye, I’ve met a few of the suitors. The painted ladies, Opal and Esmerelda, are nice gals. Excitable, a bit gossipy, but very amicable. Then there’s Kingpage, or Sir Phineas, as he’s known. He’s a sharp one, he is. Plays chess with the other patrons sometimes, and he never loses. He’s quieter than most, but he’s a good fella.

(.)

M-me? Well, uh, I-I’m not a suitor, your highness, I’m hardly worth getting to know. I’m just Grahven.

(.)

You want to know more about me? You’re sure?

(.)

(Hesitant) As you wish, your highness. Before my travels brought me here, I was… Well, I was a bruiser for the Tyrant. I was born into it, y’see, born into his servitude. And since I was big – even for an ogre – I was chosen to keep people in line.

(.)

Yep. Made sure everyone was following orders, made sure no one shorted taxes, things like that. If someone stirred trouble I’d rough ‘em up. Mind you, this was back before the Tyrant was the Tyrant. Not that he was any better back then, but his influence wasn’t as far-reaching. Of course, at the time, he was trying to change that.

(.)

I wasn’t… Completely ignorant, no. I mean, I believed a lot of what the Tyrant and the ogres around me said back then, but deep down I knew the work I did – hurting people – was wrong. And one day that came back to bite me.

(.)

One day I was intimidating a group of humans that got too close to our territory. The Tyrant was expanding his rule at the time, y’see, and the humans lived on the land he was after. They were just trying to defend their home. I was given the task of driving them off or killing them if they put up a fight. And put up a fight they did. Humans are tough little critters, they are. One slipped past my defenses and stabbed me in the back of the knee. I still remember the pain as I went down. They conked me on the head and tied me up. They would’ve killed me, but the leader chose to show me mercy.

(.)

She did. She told me that the Tyrant would kill me if I failed his mission, but if I joined the rebellion and fought with her, she would let me live. I was hesitant, but it wasn’t like I had much of a choice. The Tyrant wouldn’t take me back as a bruiser, anyway, not when if I came back empty-handed and with a bad knee.  So, I agreed, and one of their group took me back to their base and fixed me up. After that, I fought with them.

(.)

The human that spared me turned out to be the leader of the rebellion, Serena. Needless to say, I was indebted to her until the war was over and the Tyrant was taken down.

(.)

After that? I traveled until I met the dwarves. And, well, you know what happens after that.

(.)

There. How’s that, your highness? Is your hair adequately silk smooth?

(.)

Excellent. Always glad to be of service, your highness.

(.)

Tired? I don’t wish to impose. Allow me to take my leave, your highness. I promise you will sleep safely in my inn.

(.)

Sweet dreams, gentle prince.

[Door closes]

(Sighs, love struck) Prince Xavier…

(.)

(Out loud) Oh, good evening, Sir Kingpage.

(.)

Phineas, of course. What can I do for you on this fine night, sir?

(.)

Well, the kitchens are closed this late, but tell you what? How about I sneak you a loaf of lemon bread from my own stash, eh? Come on.

(.)

(To himself) That’s odd. Sir Phineas definitely knows where the kitchen is. Why was he headed in this direction?

[TIME SKIP]

Morning Dawl, Dalin. Breakfast smells delicious. Is that damson shortcrust? Don’t mind if I –

[Spoon smack]

Ouch! Alright, alright, I get it. Guests are served first. Speaking of, I should bring Prince Xavier his tray. Let’s see… oh good, we have a few honeybells left. One – no, two – of those, squash cake with clover honey, almond cheese, summer berry salad, and… hm, one of those pasties, too, I think. There! A breakfast fit for a prince.

(.)

(Flustered) Last night? Oy, mind your business! Just what are you playing at, anyway?

(.)

Come off it, boys. He’s a prince. Even if I did… fancy him – which I don’t – it’s not like anything would come of it. He’s here to find a mate, after all.

(.)

Found one already? Oh, please. You two just focus on your work, right? I’ll be back to help serve the other guests shortly.

(.)

(Whistling) Going to serve his highness, doo doo doo~

(.)

Oh, good morning your guardliness, sir. How are you this fine morn—

(Shocked) Wh-?! What’s with the spears?

Wait, what?! His highness is missing?!

(.)

N-no! I’m— you think I had something to do with it?

(.)

(Nervous) Now hold on, gentlemen. I was with the prince last night, but he was safe in his room when I left! Honest!

(.)

Alibi… Oh! Ask Sir Kingpage! I saw him just after I left the prince’s room.

(.)

Wait, he said that? No, I saw him when he was looking for the kitchen last… night.

(Realization) Oh no…

[Guards seize Grahven]

(.)

W-wait, hold on! Please, I didn’t do anything! Let me go!

[TO BE CONTINUED]

#script writing #asmr scripts #writing #script #fantasy #the ogre and the butterfly prince #grahven #m4m #romantic

[vampdes]

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ; Takami Keigo ( Hawks ) x M/NB/GN! reader

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ; bottom! reader x top! tamaki keigo/hawks.

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 ; Touya isn't as smitten with you as he used to be, but Keigo.. dear lord, he's absolutely infatuated with you. Which is why he made a '' move'' on you when he '' dropped by'' without a text or call first. And you, you aren't as loyal as one should/would be.

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 ; MODERN AU!, fuck/play boy takami<3, football team takami (i think) ( IF YOU SQUINT VERY HARD, you'll see enemies to lovers n fluff 😍😍😍) (i probably spelt bird brain's name wrong🙄🤩🥰 srry 4 that!!)

'' You know you always will need a reason for coming over, right?" You questioned, looking at him with an annoyed expression as your body weight leaned on the doors tall frame. He had rosy, reddish pink cheeks, possibly from racing over here. His hair was messed up, his varsity team jacket had spots of dirt and/or mud.

'' I missed you too, darlin'. Now, can you fix me up like ya always do?'' He inquired, holding his side. You sighed, letting him in as he kissed your cheek and planted face first on the comfy deep red couch. After getting the first aid-kit, you heard the ruffle of cloth coming from the living room.

'' Dear God, you know I'm not going to do this for you again, right?'' You utter in annoyance, soaking up his blood in the small fabric of cotton cloth, patting a little softer at the sound of hearing him wince at your fingertips, him trying his best not to inch away from your touch.

'' Did she see your messages? Call log, possibly?'' You questioned with a smirk on your face, knowing the next time a relationship issue he has, he'll crawl straight back into your large house. He laughed a little, looking up at the ceiling with a grim expression. '' It might've gone wrong after I told her she was just a fuck buddy. Or possibly that me and her won't be nothing more than fuck buddies, and that she should be lucky that she had the chance for me to fuck her.''

A sigh came from your throat upon hearing his bad relationship story. '' You're absolutely a shitty person. I'm starting to think your personality trait is only having a big dick.'' You spoke, looking up to only see him staring down upon you. '' You know, we should skip past this whole ordeal and just clear our stress with sex.'' He suggested, a small lopsided smile. '' I'm dating Touya, we both know that.'' You spoke, arising from your current position between his legs. Of course, before dating Touya, you two were nothing but mere friends with benefits. However, that'd gotten old after your crush asked you out, aka Touya asked you out. And the relationship with him had been great, until the argument yesterday.

'' Oh c'mon, you'd love to. For ol' time's sake, please?'' He pleaded, giving you such a fuck boy begging expression. '' I have work to do, you have places to be. So, no, Takami. I won't let you fuck me, again.'' You murmured, crossing your arms over your chest as you watched him rummage through your fridge, smirking at the fact you had a canister of the beer he likes.

'' That was your queue to leave, Keigo.'' You spoke loudly, stepping inside of the bathroom, and putting up the first aid-kit. '' You need to leave, Touya doesn't like it when we're together. And, issue is, he's coming other within a few hours. So, hurry up, and get.'' You fumed, hushing any words that could've came out of his mouth anymore. '' ...Or, we could just get naked 'n fuck.'' He suggested yet again, a smirk on his face as he saw your expression, he eyes traveling down your curvy figure, taking a sip of the can of beer.

'' If only, and it could still happen without the careless bitch, your boyfriend wasn't in the way. I mean, you said in a few hours, right? We could fuck, get cleaned up, and I'll be gone by then.'' He shrugged softly, seeing your eyes glimmer in the light, a spark, possibly a flame, growing inside of you by the second. '' You surely make an interesting offer, Takami. But get going before I kick you out with a broom.'' You spoke, the flame in you only growing by the second. '' You really want me to go?" He questioned, somehow behind you at this second, his hand trailing your lower back as you were bent over tending to your plants. His hands going farther to trails across your ass, grazing it.

Standing up, you could feel his hands to snake around your waist, holding it firmly. He nuzzled his chin into your shoulder, kissing the nape of your neck. Soon sucking on it. Squirming a little at his touch, you forgot the feeling he had on your body, the magical essence of his scent that engaged itself within your senses. '' D'ya really want me to go, baby?'' His husky voice coating with lust as he nibbled on the scene of your neck, earning a breathy soft moan from you.

'' No..'' You said, responding to his question. Feeling your paints straining against your thighs, mainly your cock. The tightening fabric only making it more arousing. '' Dear God, just fuck me already.'' That once sentence, the only one he wanted to hear, had you in the situation now.

Crying at the feeling of his cock pulsating inside of you, pressing every spot inside of yourself. You didn't know how much you had missed the feeling of him inside of you. He, on the other hand, was at the brink of coming, and it hadn't even been 30 minutes. He peered down at you, seeing how his cock put you in a daze. Made you feel lightheaded, dazed, and always left you trembling.

'' You look so pretty..'' He hushed the sound of your beautiful whimpers with a kiss, engulfing the scream you made when he pushed himself fully inside of you. He regained his structure, looking at you with a loving smile on his face, loving the absolute look of your thighs shaking around him, and flourishing down from your beautiful eyes. '' Everything about you is just so beautiful..''

Pulling out of you, seeing you bit down on your lower lip, more tears falling. He knows he should let you adjust to his large size, but God you're so pretty when you cry, just for him. It'd happened so many times now, your stomach painted white, and at this point you were just shooting direct blanks. Cum dripped and flooded the sheets your back was pressed against. He just couldn't stop, even after so many rounds, you were a drug to him. It's like he was addicted to his cock being stuffed far inside of you, your stomach bulged with his cum. He came in copious amounts. Dear, having sex with him was an absolute real life wet dream.

Once he finally pulled out of you, he smirked at the sight of seeing your hole clutch around nothing. Your chest heaved up and down, your face was painted with lines of tears. '' I absolutely hate you, Keigo.'' He smirked as he laid there with you, '' I love you too, baby.'' He chuckled, tilting you up by your chin and kissing you passionately.

@kailoslove - don't modify, copy, translate, or plagiarize my work without my permission. reblogs and shares are appreciated!<3

#x male reader #mlm blog #male reader #cuteboys #enjoyyourday #x reader #kailoslove #malewife inc #wtf is happening #mha x male reader #mha smut #mha keigo takami #mha keigo x reader #hawks my hero academia #hawks x reader #hawks fanfic #hawks x you #mlm nblm only #nblm blog #mha takami x reader #takami keigo x you #bnha hawks #🎟️⎯ saku.writes !!<3

[angelamajiki]

Damn that Bully Dabi and Hawks fic was an amazing read! I love it when you write them full on bastard mode!

Pro Hero Bakugou sexually harassing his weak quirkless secretary who does her very best at her job. She's good at it but Bakugou always looks mad (read: sexually frustrated). High on success after a good rescue, he wants to celebrate....

OR

Cop Bakugou sees a pretty little thing outside a club. She looks sus so he decides she needs a pat down. Maybe he'll plant something to blackmail her into doing certain favors. Very bully, very bastard Bakugou.

PARINGS: Pro Hero! Bakugou x Secretary! Quirkless! AFAB! Reader

CW: yandere, dubcon/noncon, dirty talk, choking, cunnilingus, overstimulation, scumbage bakugou, use of the word rape, quirkless reader, size difference, age gap, death threats, sexual harrassment, bullying, mindbreak, masturbation, office sex

AN: I’ll probably write the cop Bakugo at some point too! For now, mind the tags and enjoy :)

They say to never meet your idols and in retrospect, you wished you would have listened.

Try as you might, it seemed like Mr. Dynamight was never satisfied with your work. Admittedly, you joined his agency as his office secretary based on having a crush on the pro, but you assumed his brash nature would calm down in an office setting. You did everything he asked, obediently followed his every word, which was all met with harsh glares and what you thought were dissatisfied grunts.

Surely you thought it wouldn't be about your being quirkless, but rumors were high strung in the office about the blonde’s feeling towards those without quirks. It would explain the harsh glares and judgment he passed on you despite your work effort.

The man even went as far as to ask for your personal phone number, only to leave scathing voicemails whenever you couldn't show up to work or miss out on work gatherings he put together. You couldn't help but flush at the thought of him missing your presence. Maybe you were just bad at reading his signals? Or maybe he was just hell-bent on bullying you more than the rest of the staff.

The job paid very well, so you couldn't exactly up and leave based on his behavior. However, you did notice how...handsy Mr. Dynamight has become with you. It was subtle at first, brushing shoulders in the hallways, letting his fingers ghost against yours when he handed you paperwork.

It soon escalated to always having a hand on your shoulder, holding your hips when he had to brush behind you, towering over you from behind your chair when you showed him something. You couldn't say that you weren't flattered, but his rough demeanor remained.

It started becoming uncomfortable when he made passes at you, making sure you were cornered and alone when he did.

“C’mon, am I really that fuckin’ intolerable that you can't get lunch with me, pipsqueak?”

You assumed that he was just messing with you, so you always turned him down with a flushed face and ran back to your desk, leaving him blue balled and more desperate by the day. There's no way a pro hero like him would actually be interested in someone quirkless and weak like yourself.

But that's the reason why he liked you anyway. So small, so weak, so obedient, so perfect for him to fuck up. God, if he didn't want just to rip your tiny pencil skirt to threads and spear you on his cock like no tomorrow. A pretty thing like yourself shouldn't be working. No, no, no. You should be at home, in his home in his bed with his ring on your finger. You belong to him, don't you see that?

Katsuki only ever gives you the time of day, not those other stupid bitches who crawl up his ass every morning trying to get a crumb of attention. And what do you do with his precious time? Waste it. Always whining about how you really shouldn't, that he shouldn't be seen with someone like you. As if he gives a fuck about what the media has to say.

He even checks up on you when you're not at work! Isn't he such a gentleman? Sure, he's a bit vulgar, but he's trying to show he cares. But if you want to act like a stuck-up bitch, then he’ll gladly treat you like one.

After a particularly tough fight with a villain, the blonde wanted nothing more than to use and abuse you to get some steam off his chest. It was late, but he prayed to whatever gods were out there that you were still in the office. He left you a voicemail for good measure, hoping that you would do what you always did best and stayed obedient for him.

It was locked up for the night, but he could see your office light on from the street. Perfect. Such a good girl for him. Little did he know that you stayed late quiet often.

You hadn't even seen his previous call come through; you were too busy listening to an old one with plenty of derogatory terms being spat your way. A hand shoved in your skirt, you couldn't help but finger yourself the sound of his voice calling you moronic for skipping out of work. Mr. Dynamight was your childhood crush after all, you had jerked off to plenty of interviews of him in the past. Sure, it was creepy but no one had to know. The older man was so big, so strong and handsome. You couldn't help but feel fuzzy from the voicemail, even if it was degrading you, it was for you alone.

Speak of the devil and he will appear.

“Well, shit. Whadda we have here, pipsqueak?”

A rough chuckle came from behind you as he pulled your desk chair out and swiveled towards him.

“Caught ya red-handed, huh? Who knew you were such a little slut for me.”

Taking the phone from your hand, he hung it up on the receiver and took your hand out of your panties. He snatched your fingers greedily in his mouth and sucked your wetness off of him.

“You know what, I’m feeling a bit hungry. And you taste like something in the vein of what I’m tryin’ to have for dinner.”

Katsuki devoured you in a hungry kiss, lifting you out of the chair and onto your desk. He tossed aside the papers messily and spread your legs to see your slick moistening your sheer tights and panties.

“Bend over and spread that fuckin’ pretty pussy for me, pipsqueak.”

You shook your head, already feeling humiliated enough by being caught with your pants down, literally.

“That wasn't a question, that was a command, you bratty bitch. What happened to your manners?”

God did his words stir something deep inside you. Waiting was no longer a priority; catching you like this was proof enough in his mind that you were just playing hard to get.

“You should consider yourself lucky that I want you to sit on my face, you know that? I have bitches trying to get on my dick every day, but it only gets hard for you, pipsqueak.”

“I-I thought you didn't like quirkless people!”

“It's all the more reason I want to be balls deep in your cunt right now. So weak and pathetic, it's fucking cute.”

You could feel yourself tighten around nothing just at his words. He was right, you were just a pathetic plaything for him. Not hesitating any longer, he ripped off your skirt and threw it behind the both of you. Your tights also got ripped to shreds, leaving you in your blouse and panties.

“Fuckin’ gorgeous.” He muttered, mostly to himself as he took your panties off and pocketed them. For later, he thought.

Katsuki didn't hesitate to spit on your already wet cunt before diving into his meal. Each stroke of his tongue sent fire straight to your core, each suckle of his lips drew a whimper from your mouth. Hips bucked into his mouth before he held them down, using just one hand to cover your torso. So small and petite for him, how cute would you be up against his massive form.

“M-Mr. Dynamight!”

“Heh, so fuckin’ cute. Call me Katsuki, sweet thing. Or daddy, if you're nasty like that.”

Your hips were held taught against his face, not allowing you to squirm or inch away from his searing tongue fucking your hole. He continued to ravage you with his mouth, pulling away only a few times to give your pussy a nice spank. Groaning into your cunt, he stroked himself at the same time.

Humiliation had dissolved into pleasure as he serviced you, tears springing in your eyes as he gripped his head tightly with your hands and thighs. Having already masturbated before getting caught, it didn't take long for him to make you see stars and roll your eyes into the back of your head.

“K-Katsuki, I’m cumming!” You shouted, squirting onto his tongue as your body shook around his head. Your fingers threaded deeply into his hair and tugged as he continued to work his tongue into your hole, riding out your orgasm.

He didn't stop, though.

“Too much, it's too much!”

“I’ll stop when I’m finished, little girl.”

You tried to push his head away, but he gripped your wrists from under your legs and had you pinned against his mouth, shaking and screaming from overstimulation. Once he brought you another good nut, he pulled away and gave your clit a kiss, chuckling when you jumped.

Standing up, he pushed his mask up to pull his back and took his rock-hard cock from his pants. He spat on your dripping hole once again before lining up his fat head with it.

Katsuki hissed as he sank himself into your cunt, holding your hips in place as you whined and squirmed under him, still overly sensitive. God, were you gripping him in all the right ways. Your legs around his waist, your hands on his forearms, and your cunt around his cock.

“Relax, pipsqueak, or I’ll end up breaking you.” He chuckled. “But you might like that, huh?”

Seeing your teary, fucked out face while teasing you? He nearly jizzed himself on the spot. But he had to hold out for you. A choked gasp was all you could respond with as he got right in your face, breath tickling your cheeks as he looked in your eyes.

“Such a dirty slut, getting off to the sound of my voice. It's better in person, isn't it?”

“D-Daddy!”

Was all you could whine as his thumb made his way to your clit, drawing slow, gently circles with his roughed-up finger.

“Oi, oi, oi, did I break ya already, pipsqueak? Y’know, you coulda just asked for my cock like a good girl if you were gonna get this drunk off it.”

His hips slowly drew back, almost pulling out all the way before slamming back in, earning a squeal from you.

“Or maybe you wanted me to take you by force? Show ya what the fuck happens to quirkless little girls who tease their fuckin’ man so much that he just has to come and take their little cunt to show ‘em who’s boss, eh?”

You couldn't help but tighten around him from his words, squirming under his hot breath as he started to grind his hips up into yours slowly.

“Good girl, letting daddy rape your cunt so willingly.”

Katsuki chuckled, sealing a hot kiss on your mouth while he gripped your throat. His hips began to piston in and out of your pussy, thick veins grinding against your spongy walls.

His brutal kisses swallowed your moans and tears while he squeezed your throat. His other thumb continued to swipe against your clit in fast motions, causing your to clamp down and flutter against his thick cock.

“Shoulda known you were a whore from the start, wearing those skirts that hugged ya in all the right places. Bending over and letting me touch you how I pleased, it's like you wanted this to happen.”

The pace of his thrust increased as he started to chase his orgasm, holding your throat and hips down to use you like the hole he knew you were. He growled and snarled into your mouth as he choked you, even more, watching the blood flood to your face.

“Yeah, baby, I've got your life in my hands now. If you won't be mine, I’ll fuckin’ kill you. Then nobody can have you.”

“Y-Yours! I’m yours!” You managed to gasp out, gripping his forearm and digging your nails into it, hoping he’ll let you up for air

“Damn straight, now cum for me, you quirkless little bitch.”

The haziness from the lack of air and the pleasure pooling in your gut sent you over the edge a third time, making you cry out his name as you came. Katsuki was right behind you, eyes screwed shut and practically foaming at the mouth as he came deep inside you, finally letting you breathe once he finished himself off.

You sputtered and coughed, desperate to fill your lungs with air as he pushed some stray hairs out of your face.

“Ya did good, pipsqueak.”

He praised, giving your ass a spank before pulling out and tossing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“You’re coming home with me, so don't worry about the mess.”

“By the way, you're fired.”

TAG LIST: @tomurasprincess @suzuki-violin-school @sightoru @alrunemara

#yandere katsuki bakugo #yandere katsuki bakugou #yandere bakugou x reader #yandere bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugou #bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #yandere my hero academia #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere mha #yandere bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha #yandere x reader #yandere

[michiieewrites]

Soft!Alpha!Bakugou defending his Omega (headcanons)

A/N: Beloved Anon, I dearly hope that this will help soothe the painfull events that are happening between you and your friend. I think we all need a soft, protective and explosive Alpha every once in a while.

Please forgive me for any spelling/grammar errors I made. My eyes aren’t fully healthy right now and I’’m still under treatment to find out what is wrong with them. So please forgive me, for both writing and reading have become very difficult for me to do.

Enjoy!!

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* Your 'friend' must have a death wish * It started off slowly, the remarks about your figure, your second gender, mocking your job as a barista * Last week Bakugou came home, hoping to find his sweet smelling Omega already eating their dinner * Instead his nose picked up on a hint of a sour smell in your scent * "Oi, you okay, (Y/N)?" * You tell him about the behaviour of your friend towards you whilst also reassuring Bakugou that everything would be okay again once you talked to your friend * Now while Bakugou is very protective of his mate, he also respects you and trusts you to stand up for yourself * He's convinced that if you're capable of handling his ass, you're capable of everything * But if there's one thing Bakugou Katsuki is not, it's stupid * Try as you might, he can clearly see your mood dropping every day and your scent getting more sour, so bad he can almost taste it * And you try to be as strong as possible, trying to talk things over with your friend because you don't wanna lose your friendship * But there's only so much degradation one person can take * Ever since you stepped into the home you shared with your carmine eyed Alpha, you just broke down on the couch * You truly feel like you've lost someone you cared so deeply about and it hurts to feel like you're not worthy of being their friend * Miles away from you, a certain Alpha Pro Hero felt something inside him shift * His whole body on alert while his eyes try to find the source of this feeling * A villain attack? Nah, everything's quiet on the streets today * Before an hour had even passed he was able to understand this feeling * My Omega is hurting * (Listen here, Hawks may be fast and have big ass wings, but not even he can keep up with Dynamight in 'Protect Omega'- mode) * As soon as he bursts through the door, he found you curled up in a fetal position on the couch and he was ready to tear apart whatever caused your disstress * "Hé hé, the fuck is wrong? Did someone-" * "I can't take it anymore, Katsuki" * As soon as these words leave your mouth, Bakugou starts fearing the worst * Is this it? Were you leaving him? Surely, that must be it, nobody can be with such a hot headed Alpha like him for the rest of their life. Did you finally realise that he doesn't deserve you? Did you- * "They keep degrading me and I just can't take it anymore, Katsuki. I tried, I really did, but... i don't want someone who makes me feel worthless as a friend and I just- I just don't know anymore..." * Seeing you this heartbroken over that bastard of a friend tore him apart * One side wanted to hunt down your 'friend' and skin them alive before throwing them in a pit of salt * And one side wanted to wrap you in his arms and protect you from the rest of the world * The latter won * Tonight was about holding you close and wiping away the tears you cried * Softly telling you that he's so proud of calling you his Omega while tracing words of love on the skin of your back * His pheromones chasing away your dark thoughts and soothing your own distressed, rotten scent, slowly returning it to it's own roasted marshmellow smell * Not letting you go as the two of you shower together, washing your hair and massaging your scalp * Worshipping your body with acts of intimate love while mumbling words of praise * "Beautiful", "love your pure heart", "your scent is like air to me", "better than the world deserves", "my passionate Omega", "Keeper of my heart" * He will die before ever making you feel like you're anything less than the Godess he saw you as * Tonight was all about making his Omega feel wanted * Tomorrow however... * You stayed home (Bakugou's advice) to recover from your break down yesterday, while Bakugou went out on a little errand * Last thing you expected was for the doorbell to ring, smelling your Alpha on the other side of the door * And another scent, one that's downright terrified * As you opend the door, you found your ex-friend kneeling on your doorstep with a lookin of utter fear in their eyes * "What? Katsuki, what is (Y/F/N) doing here?" * He smirked as he looked down at your friend. "I believe you have something to tell her, don'tcha?" * Through all the sobbing and snot on their face you were able to make out the words 'sorry', 'you're not worthless', 'Omega's are my equal', 'I was a scumbag', 'save me from Satan', 'I beg for forgiveness' * You... didn't really know what to say besides telling them that what they did to you really hurt your feelings and your friendship is over * As they started to beg even more, Bakugou grabbed them by their scruff and told them to 'Fuck off, before he'll tear off their head for making HIS Omega cry' * Slamming the door close, Bakugou picked you up to start walking to your bedroom * His scent rolling over you like a warm blanket as you softly purr: "Thank you, Alpha. For making me feel safe again." * A feeling of pride swelling up in your mate for protecting and standing up for his Omega * He'll carry the world like Atlas for you if you asked him * He grins. "Anything for you, my mate. You think they got the message?" * "I think you personally put the fear of God himself in their heart." * "Good. That should fucking teach them not to come near my Omega ever again." * He may be the explosive Pro Hero and Alpha Dynamight, but he's left defenseless when it comes to you, his Omega and he'll do everything within his power to make you feel loved every single day of your shared life

Tagged: @candyflosstoxicity / @thots4daze / @sailor-manga / @dynamightslittlehotpocket / @yanderart 

#bnha headcanons #michelle writes #bnha dynamight #bakugou katsuki #bnha bakugou #bakugou x reader #alpha bakugou #alpha bakugou x reader #bakugou headcanons #bnha omegaverse #bnha a/b/o #omega reader #soft bakugou #protective bakugou

[purrincesskittens]

This is for @muffinlance because what if Sushi was in Salvage but was Azula's pet. Zuko gets a pet so Azula should get one and if Zuko gets a dog so Azula gets a cat.

"What is that?" Hakoda asks trying very hard not to pinch the bridge of his nose as he stares at the eight legged furry purring THING wrapped around Azula. "It's a cat of course surely you can see that for yourself." Azula replies giving the 'cat' a scratch behind its ears. "An octopus cat to be precise." Ty Lee puts in lifting a fur covered tentacle from her arm and giving it a pet causing the creature to wrap more tentacles around her.

"Sushi is a Giant Octopus Cat. If ZuZu gets a giant pet I get one too." Azula announces her arms crossed. Ranalok grinned giving the cat a pat, "Fairs fair, Chief." He says moving out of range of the long tentacles so as not to be ensared by them. The boy and giant pet in question were halfway across the deck where Zuko was trying to use his weight to keep the dog from scitter-clawing his way to get at the cat as he growled and barked at it.

Toklo only helped after Zuko threatened no more hot water, Panuk was no help at all despite having an arm free. With the dog mostly held off for now Hakoda turned his attention back to the Fire princess and her new pet. "How big is this thing going to get exactly?" He questions not sure if he really wanted to know now that he knew how big Seal Jerky would get if his son kept feeding him snacks the way he did.

What would that mean if he did the same with this cat? Just how big could it get? It had giant in the name so probably pretty big. "The biggest domesticated one recorded was 9 m wide." Mai answers not paying attention to them really but rather playing with a new knife she got that had serrated edges. Wonderful that meant it could possibly get bigger then that. And that's still a 30 foot cat on their ship.

"Catopi usually come in smaller breeds like the mimic catopus but Azula asked Uncle if they came bigger and he got her from a special breeder." Zuko explains as he fashion a leash and harness for Seal Jerky from rope to tie him up with. "Unfortunately my brother named her before I got the chance to even see her so she is stuck with the name Sushi now since she won't respond to anything else." Azula rolled her eyes entangled in the cat's tentacles as she was she was still a intimidating picture surprisingly.

"And the hawk?" Hakoda rubbed his temples wondering what it was with his kids trying to give him gray hairs early. The hawk was a fire nation messenger hawk that was perched on Panuk's leather wrapped arm preening itself. "So we can communicate with Uncle far more easier then with your pathetic birds of course." Was the the answer Hakoda recieved. "Plus Ty Lee named her Fire Flake." Wonderful they had two new pets on board now. At least the hawk wouldn't grow to be giant. He thinks/hopes.

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So I know Sushi is supposed to be a mimic catopus but if she is going to compete with Seal Jerky as a giant pet she needs to be able to grow more then 2 feet wide like a mimic octopus so I made her a Giant Pacific Octopus Cat which can reach up to 29.5 feet from arm tip to arm tip.

#avatar the last airbender #atla fanfic #gift fic #gift for Muffinlance #sushi the cat #catopus #give azula a pet #let azula have a giant pet too #inspired by salvage #Salvage au #dadkoda #hakoda has a headache

[muffindaddystyles]

Hates to, Hate you.

Word Count: 8k

Summary: Harry realizes that hurting Y/N broke him into pieces and tries to win her back with the confession of true feelings, will Y/N let him? If yes, how? How will he walk through fire for her?

Pairing: Famous!Harry x Reader!with anxiety.

AU: fake dating, slow burn, sexual tension, enemies to lover!

Warning: Mentions of violence, sexual assault, language, adult topics. 

PART 1, MASTERLIST

"Please, stop." He says dolefully rubbing his eyebrows to get rid of the ache pounding in his head. 

He's miserable. It hurts to not have her with him. It's been two tragic months of going through constant sleepless nights, disrestless stomach, intoxicating himself to forget her,  staring at things like a hawk and missing her terribly.

He was alone before her and never felt this lonely.

He sees her everywhere. In his dreams and her shadows in his drawing room getting excited over a ceramic vase someone gifted him. Dancing in his kitchen to the beat of pink floyd and hip-checking him for a cheerful nudge, in his back garden rescuing a sparrow who broke it's neck and in his attic stressing over her assignments. 

Everything reminds him of her. The fruity drinks that the barista's handing to the people, the fairy lights upon their heads and how she used to fond over them —- buying it for his bedroom too and when he refused to hang them, she just brushed off his snarky comment and did it herself. 

The ring in Harris finger floods back all the bitter-sweet memories of the time he refused to have a lil fun with her, (Y/N and Harris made friendship rings and bracelets for eachother with the colorful beads to spend their boring time in his home waiting for him to write some lines before they went to a gumball shop) as they try to knock some senses in their friend's brain, "You tried to dodge a heartbreak and still ended up shattering your heart, yourself." They worry about him. That he's been bearing the pain all alone and not sharing it with anyone. 

His voice croak-y and hoarse, "How's she?" The question haunts him. She blocked his phone number and even in the wee hours of night he wrecks his mind whether he should call her or not, he couldn't because she doesn't want to hear his voice. 

He misses her voice. He misses her complaints and whines as if they filled the stoic parts of his life with happiness. 

"How'd I know?" Harris lowers down to rest their elbows on the table, "I -- I thought . . she isn't in contact with ye'?" When Harris shakes their head with a gesture that he's being truthful it sinks his heart furthermore. 

He clears his throat, twisting the jewels on his hand and sucks his bottom lip to muster some courage, "I've been seeing someone." Harris chokes on the boba they were chewing on for so long, "You what?" They are completely perturbed at his statement. Even though they've been working together and been friends before Y/N came in the picture, she's still their bezzy and we don't betray our bezzies like that. 

"Yeah, someone to help me sort me feelings out." Harry frowns confusedly and then realization washes upon him so he becomes frantic in his chair, "No . . not what you're thinkin'." He runs his fingers through his hair to subside the twitch in them. 

"A therapist, 'm talkin' bout a therapist . ." He sighs watching his tea waft down sympathetically. 

"Oh. That's a good start, Harry!" Harris tries to bring the same dimply boyish smile that used to flutter over his lips whenever she used to tease him, unfortunately it never appears. 

// 

Y/N didn't handle her first ever heartbreak well. She lost her appetite, her focus on her studies and to her surprise didn't shed a single tear –-- it just kept piling in her chest and she waited for the moment it'd burst until she saw those pictures plastered all over social media. Pictures of him with some model that isn't a shorty pants like her at all, totally how those ladies described his type to be and someone with whom he wouldn't be embarrassed to hang out with. 

She's everything, Y/N's jealous of. Those sparkling blue eyes compared to her boring brown ones, handsome figure and the radiance of richness. 

Then she got stuck into her life responsibilities and worried about other things such that; she wasn't able to pay any bills and her flat's rent despite doing two part time jobs along with doing her class-fellows assignments in return of money and still got kicked out of it. Her close friend offered her to live in her studio and she has made it her kitchen, study, sleeping room with her stuff and clothes scattered everywhere.

She lives on noodles and toasted breads sometimes treating herself with delights of kit-kat bars in the middle of nights. 

Watches her friend do her work and leave when the night comes by —- she has never felt this lonely in her entire life. 

"So, was it love at first sight?" Nora her friend asks, handing her cuppa tea and a scone. Y/N let a weak sad smile slip, shaking her head and reminiscing all those moments where she was falling in love with him without even realizing, "Falling in love slowly patiently is the most beautiful . . . at some time I used to loathe his existence but staying with him and after knowing him, it was like --— an escapeless tunnel. I didn't realize it, till one day I woke up and my heart saw him in a different light, where I wanted to give him all me lovin' but he wasn't ready for it." She shrugs sipping the hot beverage and doesn't flinch from the burn that tingles at the tip of her tongue. 

When she put her cup aside Nora takes her hand assuring her sweetly, "You'll have that person soon -- he's just on his way, with a big bouquet of roses and a teddy bear to give you the lovin' you deserve." Y/N giggles at that waving her off and not showing how her person is still Harry. What does she do to forget him? To fool her in thinking he isn't her first love.

"Aish, Nora aren't you gettin' late? Gooo." She had some clients to meet before she stopped here at studio to grab some things but it turned into a girlie hangout, "Take care honey and don't forget to put a bucket there." She points to the corner where water's dripping from the rooftop and Y/N exhaled an exasperated sigh of breath when the door clicks leaving her alone yet again. 

// 

It was past twelve and when usually she pulls an all nighter to study -- today she decided to sleep early. Her bad habit of overthinking kicks in again, this time it's not over some silly thing but she ponders over where she went wrong? She should've kept her feelings to herself and atleast would have been sleeping in her bed cuddled with her chonky cat Zippy. 

She misses Zippy badly. 

A noise of door unlocking loudly drags her from her reverie and her heart pounds against her ribcage ready to break it. Who could be at this hour of night? It could be Nora since she's the only one who got keys to the place. 

Sitting up quickly she squints against the blinding lights and watches someone's boot stepping over her blanket that flopped onto the floor from the sofa she's sleeping on. 

"Kevin? What are you doing here?" He's Nora's boyfriend and her classfellow. He just shrugs tumbling his way towards the sofa and she tries to scoot back from him as much as possible, "I'm here to see you. . ." He slurs. It knocks her breath out, filling terror in her veins as the heels of her feet rub against the leather of the couch in her effort to be away from him. 

"What? This's not appropriate I -- I . . suggest you to call Nora s –- so, what're you doin —-" She squeaks in fear sinking into the couch when he towers over her and traps her under him with his hands on either side of her body aggressively, "I like you. Why don't you get it!!" She flinches when he shouts angrily with bloodshot eyes and the smell of alcohol disgusts her springing tears in her eyes. 

"Please, stop . . ." She whispers with silent tears running down her throat using all her strength to push at his shoulders but he grips her hips tightly and yanks at her sleeping shirt revealing the strap of her bralette. She couldn't even cry for help. It's useless so putting some belief in herself for the last time she uses all her power and kicks him in his crotch pushing him roughly on the floor. 

His nails tear at her delicate skin but she doesn't care before running out of the studio ignoring the names he's calling her from behind.

She runs away, away and away. Not thinking twice where she's going before crossing the bridges and tunnels. It feels like her ears are bleeding with the echo of loud horns of traffic and the hopelessness of her life makes her fall on her knees. She cries all the tears she was bottling up for months feeling like she's running out of time and reaching dangerously near to her end. 

She's been in the same neighbourhood she's been before many times. The chilly wind doesn't prick goosebumps over her skin, the night's darkness doesn't scare her and the stray dog that's barking somewhere in far doesn't affect her at all as she stares at the door from where she has stepped into her comfort space many times. 

Harry's with Scottie. His childhood friend who's here in London for some shoot. They were lounged in the living room talking their hearts out and their cringey memories from when they were small when he halted mid-talk, jaw slacking when his eyes took the sight of someone standing at his main door from the multiple security screens appearing on the telly. 

He doesn't believe at first. Thinking he's hallucinating and that maybe he just saw a flicker of a ghost but when she looks up revealing her sad face and those big brown eyes he rushes to open the door. 

"Fuck." He breathes out working on the heavy cold locks of the oak door with shaky hands anxiously and she was about to walk away with her back turned to him when he spurts out her name in haste, "Y/N." She listens to him. Insides breaking with the nirvana and scent of him surrounding her. 

His breath hitches in his throat when she spins to meet his apprehensive gaze and she doesn't give him a chance to have a proper look at her before falling in his arms, her head hitting his chest and body shaking vigorously as she sobs sadly. 

"Darlin'?" He asks worriedly, slipping his arms around her shoulders to lull her in his embrace, "Are you oka?" He feels like his stomach ate his heart as he anticipates an explanation from her and she isn't doing anything but crying. 

"You're scarin' me, pet. What happened honey?" He pulls away to cradle her face in his calloused palms. His chests pangs with hurt and remorse upon seeing her tear stained cheeks, wobbly blue lips, and disheveled state. 

He steps inside with her still in his arms and rubs his hand down her spine to calm her down as little sad sniffles and hiccups keep slipping out of her mouth. 

He sits her on the sofa squatting down infront of her and Scottie brings her water. When she refuses to drink it because Harry strokes his thumb against the apple of her cheek, "Shh, 's okay . . you're okay. You're with me now, sweet girl." It's like the world and anything else has blurred around him and his ever priority's focusing on her only. His observant gaze dawdles from her face to her bruised shoulder emitting an afflicted gasp of trepidity from between his lips and it deepens to a growl when it fell over her hip-bone where the fabric of her pyjama's spotted with blood.

He glances up at Scottie who gives him a knowing look of horror. He gets closer to her and she doesn't retract as his thumb streaks away the blood oozing from her shoulder gently, saying nothing as he examines it. 

After a brief pause Y/N's heart skips a nervous beat when he tilts her chin to have a better look at her face, taking in the evidence of someone handling his petal so brutally it left scratches at her face. 

Harry looks her dead in the eyes. His anger barely restrained tippling from the pot ready to leave burns, his voice is tense and quite, ears heating with wrath. 

"Who did this to you?" 

"Kevin." The tears are back at her waterline more concerned that he's panicking because of her and Scottie sits beside her massaging her shoulders. 

"Kevin, who?" Harry's question is curt controlling himself from finding this mother fucker himself and beat the shit out of him, "H -- he's my friend's boyfriend, I though --– was sleeping in her studio 'n 'n --- when he . . . he —-- " She hides her face in her palms unable to speak but Harry quickly pulls her down in a comforting hug whispering sweet things to stop her crying. 

She parts from him with puffy eyes and swollen lips shaking her head at her stupidity, "I … I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come here, 'm gonna leave — ' " She's a weeping blubbering mess trying to stand up on her jello legs with the help of the couch's armrest. 

He catches her wrist crying out, "No! Don't! please, please stay . . . . fo' me?" Scottie has never seen him like this. Bended out of shape for a person, begging them on his knees to protect them as he rambles loudly. 

"Are you sure? I don't want to be a burden on you, I -- I'll go in the morning." Since she has nowhere to go it's better she sleeps here for a night instead of on the streets. 

Harry finds it ironic. That once he didn't want her overnights now he wants her all days and weeks, perhaps till the end of his life. 

He's gonna win her back.

He hands her his tattered comfy sleeping clothes and the spare toothbrush leaving her to it. When he comes back downstairs Scottie's waiting for him at the main door. 

"You should report a file against that bastard the first thing in the morning." Scottie tells him seriously and he nods. His head snaps when she spoke softly, smiling at him, "You're in love." 

"What?" 

"I haven't seen you like that with anyone, Harry. Make it to her foolish boi -- tell her what you feel." She laughs, jolting him with his shoulders and he smiles timidly bidding her a good-bye. 

The door to her room's ajar opened as he peeks inside to make sure she's okay and sighs deeply when finds her staring blankly at the ceiling. The floorboard creaks when he pads inside quietly and her stare diverts to him while he stands on the foot of bed, "I read somewhere that cuddlin' helps ye'sleep better, you w'na try?" She hums in return, fisting the duvet under her chin and slip shuts her eyes remaining stiff in her spot when he slides under the duvet closer to her. 

She turns into a puddle when his long arms wrap around her tummy, "Is this okay?" His voice a mere whisper of care earning an honest nod from her -- his thigh strings over her legs to cocoon her in his warmth completely, ". . and this?" She again nod at him so, 

He smushes his cheek into the crook of her neck and she could feel something moist on her skin while his lips puckered to speak, "Y/N?" He murmures broken and sad snuggling more into her. 

"Hmm?" She hums, the exhaustion from walking and crying this much forcing her to sleep, "I've missed you, terribly." Her heart leaps and she wants to exchange the familiarity of emotions but her tongue remains heavy in her mouth. 

// 

Her toes curls and fingers clutches the wrinkly fabric of the pillow case she had her head rested on but now it's slipping down from over it due to her body shaking vigorously as she tries to escape those filthy, gruesome hands like a terrifying shadows of evil choking her throat and sucking the life out of her. 

Harry's head snaps down to where she was snuggled to his side moments ago when she murmur-yells no,no,no,no'. He feels like someone placed a heavy brick over his chest at the sight of his lovie writhing like a leaf petrified of whatever she's dreaming of and his shoulders rolls back while he perches on his elbow to shake her gently out of it. 

"Y/N . . ." He remains dulcet. Chewing onto his already swollen bottom lip since he didn't even close his eyes the entire night manipulating the plush flesh, he doesn't know what kept him awake —- but it sure was this sense of responsibility to make her feel protected under his wings. She smacks his arm away pushing at his chest with her all might to skid away to the edge of the bed in her sleepy state, so he quickly hunches on wobbly knees to catch her before she falls. 

"It's just me, Angel, Harry –- wake up darlin'," His heart beating ominously frantic and head jumbling with horrible thoughts of what she's going through as her warmed up cheeks soak with tears, he has never seen her like this, he never wanted to see her for the first time after months like this --- shattered to pieces and drained of her energy.

He smooths his thumb to caress her cheek slightly and swipe those sad tears away. She wakes up with a gasp making him jerk his chin back, blinking rapidly to confirm her surroundings and her fearful vision zeros to his panicked features. She places her palms against his pectorals to make sure he's real and there and that ugly nightmare just ended, "Harry?" He gulps the thick web of tears down his throat and bobs his head. 

"Yes, sweet girl, Harry . . ." The very streaks of golden rays sneak through the curtains and dances between their faces as she fists the hem of his shirt, "It was just a nightmare." He assures her running his hand up and down her arms to calm her down. 

"Don't be afraid, dovie' won't let anybody hurt ya from now on, g'na protect you —--" It was the last straw for her before she flipped him over and climbed out of his bed to get out from his room. 

"Shit." He drives into a state of frenzy following her down the stairs like a puppy almost missing a step or two as she wears the slippers she came in last night, "Where ye' goin'?" His muscles twitch in a hurry to make his next move and save whatever's between them that's keeping him sane, " Dunno, away from you." She shrugs, lost in her own fog and the sting in his heart's unbearable with the inflammation of hurt. 

"Why?" He tumbles through the last step and infront of her, eyes bloodshot and heart how from the squeezing agony of loosing her for second time for the same cause. 

"Because, I w'na forget about you!!" The scream she had in her lungs to convey her anger gets stuck in her throat. His shoulders slump from the burden of guilt and regret. 

"Why?" He feels like throwing up with the unbearable anguish of him hurting to a point he wants to wash his memories out of her mind. 

"Because you make me so confused, Harry…" Her face pinches into an exasperated expression of hopelessness while she nudges him aside to pass by him and to the main door but he catches her wrist before she could step outside and never come back to him, "I wouldn't confuse you from now on …. 've been better fo' you y/n, 'cos I want you to know that I'm yours." His confession springes her off guard by pure stupefaction and when she looks at him -- he's already gazing at her as if she's the moon surrounded by singing stars. 

"Please, let me fight for you baby." Tears springs at his waterline ready to welcome a sob out of his lungs. Because he knows he'll be unable to live his life without her, his love will rot in the cage of his heart because he'd never be able to express it for anyone except her. 

He continues not holding back anything from her instead unlocking another love language and that's being vulnerable and completely defenceless to her, "While being with you I still thought a part of me was in love with my ex and I didn't want ya to be me second priority, could neve', was so so wrong 'cos even though you're not my firsts you're gonna be my lasts. I'll make sure that you're." He gulps down the tears blocking his wind pipes and making it difficult to speak. 

"I want you to give us another chance, to forgive me and give me a proper chance to love you 'cos that's what you deserve . .." The sincerity and genuineness in his stained smaragdine irises turns her pudgy in his hold, ". . . you deserve all the lovin' in this world, honey." 

"Work for it then." She tells him and his pretty eyes widen adorably as of some golden fish, a vivacious smile adorns his features and he doesn't take a moment before swiping her off her feet and into his arms to hug her tightly. 

His insides feels like nourishing after a time with contentment and satisfaction. 

To have his loved one in his arms. 

In his life.

"Thank you, Thank you, Thank youuu." He rambles into the crook of her neck, elated and joyful. Swaying their bodies together and making her smile softly after a prolonged time of suffering. 

She'll heal. 

He'll make sure to put ointment of affection and love on her wounds to help her heal, for herself but nobody else. 

// 

"You've got to be kidding me!" She mutters putting the alcohol swab on his torn bleeding knuckles and he squeaks locking his calf around her ankle, "Ouch! Ye' mad woman." 

Harry and her went to file a report against Kevin, along with Nora who became her witness because she despises that disgusting of a man to be even around her and her studio let alone her boyfriend. 

Harry was her biggest support through the whole process and dropped her off assuring her he'll pick all her stuff from Nora's place. There he was, Kevin. Stumbling at the footpath after Nora kicked him and his luggage out. 

Harry's very patient and optimistic but not when his loved ones get hurt. He didn't know what was happening around him before he sprinted towards Kevin and punched him square in his face, breaking his nose and busting his own knuckles with a fierce shout of "y'son of a bastard!" 

"If I ever . . . ever see ya near her, I promise that you wouldn't be able to see the living daylight." He grunted, resisting to hit him in the shin with his boots and walked past him to the studio to collect her stuff. 

He was grief stricken seeing the way she had to live and not finding her pet cat anywhere. His heart could be heard cracking into tinytinytiny pieces when Nora told him that Y/N gave it to the vet since she was unable to afford it. 

When she catches him staring up at her like a love-stricken puppy she huffs wrapping a band-aid around his knuckles, "'M mad at you." He seems unfazed making her gasp when brings her closer with his legs wrapped around her's, "Why . . . you're always mad at me." He whines jutting out his bottom lip and she shakes her head at his silly dotiness. 

"You -– you can't go hurtin' yourself fo' me, H." She's very unaware, because certainly he'd do it as many times. 

She narrows down her eyes to squint him in offense when he brushes her comment off with nonchalance and raises his bandaged wrist up to her face, "Will you kiss it better' fo' me, pet?" Her insides crumbles like dry rose petals falling from a beloved book of her favourite romances. 

"Hmm?" He nudges it in a questioning suppressing a smirk. She wipes her clammy and antiseptic hands down her trousers not meeting his gaze while taking his hand awkwardly but delicately closer to where her soft mouth is located; she halts glowering at him, "Only if you ask nicely." 

"That wasn't nice? Thought I was being a good boy there." He mumbles diligently pulling at the hem of her shirt and she bites down a smile, fingers still wrapped round his wrist. 

"Pretty please…?" He wheezes his words out begging-ly -- upper lip curving, pupils dilating and she shrugs, "..if you insist so.." His grin was immaculate that of golden sun when she pressed her lips to his knuckles carefully giving it a gentle pat afterward. 

"Not doing that again." She breathes out the air she was winding up inside her for so long. Spinning on her heels to turn her back towards him and put the first aid back under the sink, "We'll see 'bout that, let's do some grocery." He stands up patting his thighs loudly, "Wouldn't be surprised if we'll find bugs in me cabinet instead of goodies." 

// 

They've been roaming isles for an hour now and they always end up fighting who will push it. Harry doesn't let her because she keeps on filling it with instant noodles, chocolate bars and sakurai oreos. 

"How about we try to live till our fifties wouldn't be that beautiful?" He follows behind her closely. His chest brushes against her shoulders everytime she makes a stop to cooes over some brightly coloured food and candies, "'M trying to make it till next year, dunno 'bout you." She mutters grumpy-ly tossing another packet of cherry lollipop inside the trolley.

He puts it back. 

With a strict warning glare to her way. 

"I want you to stay healthy." He says sternly glaring up at her from his ducked position. She tosses the lollipop back from the shelf, "'M paying for my things." She dismisses him off panning deadly. 

"Fo' fucks sake, 's not 'bout money!" He grits annoyed at her stubbornness and she arches her brow leaning against the trolley, "Harry…'m not an actress or some high-paid model. Lemme enjoy real things, okay? Or just say you'd look too outta my league standing next to me." Her brows pints down into a frown and her shoulder slumps with her body further relaxing against the trolley. 

She's up for a debate with him right in the middle of the junk food aisle if that's the case.

"See. That's why I don't want to be married!" A couple from far banters off in astonishment catching Y/N completely off guard. 

"Uh-ah!" She yelps getting startled from the boom of interruption and a high-pitch squeaks leaves out of her petite lungs when the trolley rolls from under her perched elbow making her stumble for a nice trip but the bang never came as Harry coiled his arm around her waist to pull her on stable feet with a firm hand over her smallest of back. 

His gentle pupils flicker between her frenzied one's, noses tickling and teasing each other with each spurt of breath that rushes out of her parted soft mouth and against his cheek. 

"Maybe it's not that bad after all." The couple who were planning their future based on another couple, who's not even a couple yet but trying to work on it with their shared amount of affection; sighs in awement leaving Harry and Y/N in their own bubble. 

He takes her by the elbow and helps her with his lips thinned, "Careful there." His mumble is deep and coherent husk. 

She didn't whine about his green vegetables, boring low fat cheese and planned meals, celery or whatever that shit is, after that. Walking by his side like a kid who just got relief from his time out punishment. 

While on the counter she asked him politely rather than biting his head of, "Lemme pay please. I'm already imposing on you by staying at your place." She knows that he wouldn't let her. Harry wants to take care of her -- in every way. He just hopes she warms up to him slowly that there will be a day she thinks of his home as hers too, oh how the table turns! 

T'not make her think that his love for her is only restrictive to materialistic things he lets her pay --- but for half of it. 

"D'ya got a change, miss?" The cashier asks her and she cranes her neck up to him. He denies waving his credit card with a disappointed expression so she quickly takes a chewing gum from the racks beside in return for the change. 

He stops in his tracks. Watching her with glinting eyes more like fawning at her when she sways on her feet happily swinging the bag in her hold side by side. 

"C'mon Harry!" She grins twiddling her fingers in a gesture to usher him where she's standing beside his car, "Yup. On your command, darlin'." He shakes his head. To fetch himself from the fond-land he always enters with anything she does. 

// 

There's a low hum of telly buzzing in the room as they sit crossed legs on the coffee rug with their knees brushing if any of them moves their bum a tad, while they slurp onto the remaining soup in the noodles cup. 

This whole time he wanted to say something, to talk to her, his heart out and make it a domestic routine of sharing stuff while they eat comfy in eachother's presence but seems like his tongue betrays him everytime and his needy eyes always want to admire her and the little things she does. 

He licks his lips, nodding profusely when she asks for his cup and chopsticks to take to the kitchen. A huge sigh of relief vanishes out from his chest when she disappears inside giving him time to re-collect himself, he rummages through the bag to take out the chewing gum they bought at the last moment. 

He rips the packet with his teeth but it remains pressed there between his morals when he senses the familiarity of the foil --- she bought a fucking condom out of accident! 

At the same moment she pads outside halting in her tracks infront of him with a horrendous expression as her peepers wouldn't stop blinking. He doesn't not know what got into him but he throws it her way as if he's utterly disgusted by it. 

Sinks into the couch and refuses to meet her gaze. She throws it back at him, "I don't want it, keep it you might need it." There he goes. The smugness fuels back as he outstretches his arm over the back of the couch and man-spreads scrutinizing the way her eyes linger at his meaty thighs before flicking them away with a nervous gulp. 

"You've already planned it all out, hun?" He smirks rubbing the belly of his nose with his pinky's knuckle and she folds her elbows under her breasts shaking her head at his teasing, "Yeah planning to . . . murder you t'night." She laughs out evilly when his eyes widen comically. 

"Hmm. I see. Didn't know ye' were this kinky 'n naughty." She rolls her eyes at his edgy nip. She wouldn't admit it but him testing her patience turns her hot and flustered. 

"Night, H." She yawns and his heart grows ten times bigger at the softness of her appearance. She cranes her head against her shoulder to look at him from the spot she's standing at when his voice calls for her, "Y/N!? Ye'really into knives? In the bed I mean." His grin mischievous knowing fully well what he's doing to her as he waits for her answer propped on his knees. 

She slams the door at his face and he plops back into the sofa with a pouty victorious smile. 

// 

Harry didn't realise that in the middle of watching Gilmore Girls on the telly he fell asleep straining his neck from keeping it in a weird angle, his arms hugging the pillow and feet dangling adorably nowhere. He groans knuckling away the sleep and tries to wake up when he heard a feeble noise of someone taking his name until he looks up and finds Y/N towering him with her fluffy cream blanket pinched around her head darlingly. 

"What happened, pet? Y'okay!?" He gasps trying to sit up and take her precious face to inspect her properly but she shakes her head and lays him back gently. 

Her nose runny and cheeks rosied as she asks for a favour from him, "Can I -- um," She wipes her nose with the sleeve of her sweater paw. He doesn't question her further and opens his long arms to welcome her for a warm embrace. 

"C'mere, pet." His whisper delicate to her. 

She lies down pressed to his front resting her head on his sprawled arm and scooches herself closer to him smiling shyly against his hoodie where a Harry is embroidered in pink thread. It's like a gust of fresh spring and dew of nighty mountains as Harry takes a relaxing breather snuggling her impossibly affectionately close to himself, petting down her sweet smelling hair. 

"Y'can talk to me 'bout anythin'." Their heart-beats in sync as he keeps his palm spread at her back to protect her from falling, "Ye' know that right?" He pulls back to cradle her chin between his fingers and look her in eyes sincerely. 

"I know that button. Sleep for now, hmm?" He smiles softly, shutting his eyes from giving out how much a mere love name's enough to fuse him into a cloud of giddiness. 

// 

In the morning though, Harry's a small spoon and Y/N a big one. Her limbs trying to latch to his body in every way possible with her cheek smashed against his shoulder blade. 

His lips quirks up into a lazy loopy smile full of contentment and peacefulness as he weaves his each finger into her's to bring her knuckles to his mouth and smother it in kisses, "Rise n' shine you furball." He rasps. chin doubling adorably as he tries to look at his squirmy girl. 

He turns to face her side, temples touching and lips hovering over eachother's skin. He feels her smiling against his chin as she cuddles up into him, "I'd like to make you a brekkie…." She murmurs playing with baby curls on the nape of his neck. 

"Dunno 'bout that. What if you poison me, t'death?" He giggles and she smacks his belly pouting grumpy-ly. 

"Offer, expired. no more brekkie for you." She tells him wiggling out of his grip and walks towards kitchen but burst into gleeful laugh when he wraps around her calves like a koala bear, "Was jokinnnn', babe." He emphasizes his words with a twinge of whine and she meanders her hand in his ruffled curls. 

"Kay! Kay! But, I could only make you omelette and sour bread." He jumps back on his feet enthusiastically looping his arm around her clavicles, "No problem. Glad t'eat  anythin' made from your lovely hands."

She made him brekkie and he made fabulous peach tea for them. She blabbered off and he listened with careful ears. He praised her with glinting proud eyes and she treasured these praises in her heart. 

While she chewed slowly he messaged his manager that he couldn't come to any working place for a week or so. He wants to make it special and memorable for them, their honeymoon phase. 

"D'ya have any class today?" He asks her leaning towards her atop the counter, "Nope 's Saturday dummy." She chuckles flicking her thumb against his forehead and he gives a dimpled grin with bolted shut eyes.

"Yeah … silly me." 

"Why?" 

"So that I could take ye' ona date." His inners bouncing desperate to know her answer, "Me?" She points at herself surprised with parted lips.  

"Yes you, is there somebody else sitting with us? Hello?" He calls for that non-existent person and she suckles her bottom lip to subside her squeals down. She breathes out, "Some ghostie? Evil spirit? Jesus himself —-" She cuts his banter of. With a light slap to the back of his hand. 

"Okay." She says with an excited shake of head happiness bare in her words and Harry literally slips from his seat padding towards her in haste, "I'd love to." She confirms with a sweet smile and he hooks his nimble finger around her jeans loop to pull her closer to him for a fervid emotional hug. 

//

She was a frolic mess in her room trying out her outfits and fitting into her skirts, trousers anything that could match perfectly. Deciding to terminate any ideas to wear cotton floral sun-dresses instead ends up tucking a baby pink sweater into her chequered white and black plaid trouser along with a pair of Mary Janes booties. 

She took huge puffs of breath to calm her wild heart down when the knock on her door appeared. He decided to be a full on romantic today doing all the date rituals without any shame dressing up in a silk shirt three shades lighter than her's, with a pussy bow around his neck and she thinks she couldn't be more in love with him as he has a bunch of sunflowers and jasmines in the cracks of his jewels adorned fingers. 

"Well, well, well, Look who came to their enemy's door holding presents." She smirks and he scowls, "Oh cut it. 'M here to pick y'up fo' our date." 

What makes her lose her mind's Zippy on his shoulder.

"Oh my goodness! Harry!" She leaps towards him and takes her fluffy beast in her arms and showers Zippy's crown with many many kisses, "Thank you!" She cries out joyfully wrapping her free arm around his waist and cuddles him for dear life. 

"I lo —-- " She thinks it'd be embarrassing to say it on the first date and Harry almost had a mini heart-attack but she changed her words, "I can't be more grateful to you, thank you so much." 

"Now, stop thankin' me hunny." He gives her the flowers he plucked himself from his backyard and kisses the apple of her cheek turning her into a gooey mesh. 

"Where is it?" She avoids checking him out. 

"Why should I tell ya?" He nudges her to lock her elbow around his and she gazes up at him with loving eyes, "'cos 'm your date that's why."

"Bribe me then." He grins bashfully. 

"Harry!!" She gasps and huffs tipy-toeing timidly to plant a soft kiss to his chin but it lands against his throat making him thin his lips to give out a noise that could embarrass both of them. 

"Not telling you." He squeaks dragging her outside into the porch and she whines, "You leech!" 

// 

"You did not!" She snaps her neck in utter exhilaration from the view in front of her and towards Harry who's watching her with puffed cheeks to not to give out his bunny smile as her face turns guppy. The sunshine dawdles around them and she pulls him down to her level with the tug of their intertwined hands, "You're somethin' else, Styles." It warms his blood. Bursting sentiments of pure love and amiability through each orifice that leads to his heart. 

"Only fo' you." He whispers stroking the plush of her cheek -- restraining to place his needy  lips on her alluring pillow one's inviting him to have a good taste of their sweetness before they could taste the ripeness of strawberries growing at the farm he just took her. 

"Uhm. Let's see who could collect more!" She grins pushing herself three steps away from him with support of his pecs, "What's the prize?" He asks pawing at her hips to keep her in intimate distance and she giggles tapping his chin. 

"A feeling of saccharine-ss and sweetness when we'll eat those strawberries out." She tries not to step on heavy branches that are still growing and makes her way to the fresh patch, "Perhaps, that could be acquired from eatin' somethin' else out too." His wet lips brushes against her earlobe as he speaks, sending a shiver down her spine. 

"You're being very loud and lewd." She pokes him in ribs. Squatting down to pluck a juicy perfectly sized strawberry and hovering it against his mouth to give him a taste, "Hmm what could I say 'm a man of dirty words." His eyes darken to an intoxicating shade of emerald as his heart-shaped magenta lips wrap around the strawberry to split it in two with his teeth. 

He still remembers. How her mouth tasted that night, how her lips came molding around his's like a stamp of a lover's letter and her body fitted against his's like a lost piece of puzzle. 

Just made for him. 

"Harry …" She's out of words. Maybe, breath. 

"Yes dovie?" He hooks his finger into her belt's loop to saturate the thread like distance between them and makes tight hold at the nape of her neck to crane her head up to meet his honey eyed gaze, "D'ya know how to make strawberry mochi?" His shoulder slumps at her question and he rests his cheek atop her temple cutely. 

"Noo." His voice sort of whine-y. 

"No, problem. We'll make it together." She chuckles turning back to collect the strawberries into her basket. 

She never had this fun. Messing around with him. Feeding eachother the sweet fruit. Him scaring her that some rat sprinted by her feet and enjoying the way she jumps at him, only wheezing comically when she throws a blow at him. 

Her giggles bounces off each and every ivory flower and leafy plant as he pins her to the viridescent grass, with his thighs and tickles her non-stop. What started as raspberries turns into sloppy smothers of kisses all over her face. 

"Harry!!" She bursts into another fit of laughter, "Stop." She warns him squeezing her thighs around his waist and he giggles challenging her. 

"O'what? Huhh?" She closes her eyes nuzzling into his arm that's trapping her down, "Or I'll kiss you…" Her voice gentle and dulcet making his grip loosen and heartbeat fastens like a thunderbolt. 

"'M not afraid of that." He gives a toothy grin sneaking a glance at her hand which's gliding up his throat to cup his cheek, eyelids fluttering like petals from breeze as she smudges her sweet mesh coated lips against his's in a tenderly ardent, and yearningly amiable kiss feeling her pulse ring in her ears with so much force. 

His fingers make their home down her smooth hair to cup the nape of her neck, elbows digging into mud when he lifts her up to deepen the kiss sloppily. Just her. Only her. Swirling inside of him as his very thought. 

Their noses crooking perfectly, skins kissing and bodies hitched to eachother with the knot of souls. 

She whimpers into his mouth squishing the poor strawberry she was holding in her free hand from the intensity of fierce sentiments she's spiraling in; to have him all and swallow him all because he's that damn gorgeous. His tongue pokes and tickles the plush insides of her small mouth tasting the strawberry straight from where he loves the most. His belly burning with the fire of desire feeling the way her body's reacting with puriency to his subtle touches of affection. 

He was dying to have a kiss from her the day she gave him her lips that night and he couldn't resist but to think about it regularly. 

A wet filthy sound bubbles around them when they part away with the remnants of spit in the form of intricate strings connecting them; that breaks when he relaxes his forehead against her's taking a good breather of mossy air. 

"S' messy." He tuts when his eyes fall at her palm covered in strawberry pulp. 

She gasps giddy-ly when he pokes his pink tongue out and takes a huge swipe up her palm with an erotic hum that rattled her insides. 

"H -- arry." She nibbles at her bottom lip to filter noises she's unable to hold meanwhile he sucks her fingers one by one to clean them, her panties twisting with an ache of want. 

"Hmm. All nice 'n clean, now we should go." He says flipping her wrist to act as if he's inspecting it. Brushes the dirt of his trousers leaving her baffled and grumpy. When she doesn't stand up he squats down at her level arching a brow at her and before she could know what's happening she's thrown over his broad shoulder like a rag doll. 

Her squeals hearty and giggly as she tries to punch his back but her breath gets caught in her throat when his large hand comes spanking her butt-cheek. He waits for her reaction —- grinning cheekily when she sucks in her weak mewls and grabs the back of his neck blabbering his name off. 

He puts her back on the ground once out on the gravel path and hands her the basket piled with strawberries. Ducks down to sponge a kiss to her cheek telling her to stay glued to her spot as he leaves to pay. 

She smiles down at her feet then at the sky revinding all the moments and their lovely kiss that makes her feel all warm and stupidly gooey. 

While boarding the train he wiggles his finger behind himself to get a hold on her and keep her close to him, craning his neck with a lopsided sly smile, "Hold me hand." 

"If you insist." She nods with a grin slipping her fingers over his palm and he wovens them with his own with a firm grip stepping inside the train and helps her to do so with his free hand behind her head. 

She sighs. Sitting with her back pressed against the window of the train. One leg folded and other dangling from the seat as she stares at Harry with a pouty smile. 

"Don't ya think you're sittin' too far away from me?" He says, grabbing her knee, "Come here." And slides her towards himself now their thighs overlapping. He doesn't like even the mere distance between them —-- might sound sappy but he wants to be like her scent. 

"Happy?" She pinches his cheek and he winces dramatically ruffling her already loose tresses of hair making her look as if she was on a roller coaster minutes ago, "aren't you a one clingy bunny!" She huffs trying to blow away the hair falling in her eyes. He bobs his head in agreement and slings his elbow around her shoulders to tuck her under his chin protectively. 

// 

"Okie, now add some sugar in it —- aish slow down …" She coughs waving away the sugar dust tickling her nostrils as Harry poured so much sugar all at once. He has his chin rested on her head and her hips crooned against his thighs as they make the strawberry and vanilla mochi together. 

His puffer jacket on her shoulders (To the time they went to buy grocery stuff it started being cold and Harry being a mommy he took out his jacket and bundled her up in it) —- She sneezes and he quips pecking her hair, "Bless your heart." Fetches her a tissue too. 

"Thank you, bubs." She giggles grabbing his jaw bringing him down to smooch a kiss to his lips. She pulls back but he persists snaking his palm around the nape of her neck to keep her put —- she gives in with her heart fluttering like candle flame in a destructive storm. 

Turns in his embrace and hooks her elbows behind his head patching tiny, tiny, tiny pecks on his pillowy lips until he gets desperate to kiss her mouth and tongue pushing her to his front by gliding his hand into the back-pocket of her jeans. 

Her head lulls. Feeling as if the kitchen got filled with candy clouds floating around her when he cradles her cheeks in his both palms lapping at her bottom lip and nips at it with every whimper of desire that falls, "Mine." He breathes out rubbing the bridge of his nose up and down her cheek like a puppy nuzzling into his favourite plushie. 

"Yours." She says without any hesitation. 

He smashes his wet lips back on hers. Swirls of gleeful colours surrounding them as he feels like he could kiss her forever. 

She gasps gazing down lustfully at his wine cherried lips when he holds her from waist and sits her on the wooden counter, "I want you to take me." She murmurs nailing at the silk of his top and he paws at her hip-bones cravingly, it makes her feel like one the most desired women alive. 

"I'm all yours to pleasure you lovie'," He looks her in the eyes with so much love and affection it melts her whole, "Just ask me and I'll give me girl what she wants …. " He says trailing sloppy kisses down her throat. Her head falls against the tiled wall giving him more access to her skin --- so he could mark her as he wishes. 

The heat from his mouth to her bare skin arouses her to an extent she feels wetness sticking to the insides of her thighs with each grind of his crotch against her's. 

She tugs at the roots of his curls, mouth parted around a moan when he grazes his touch over her plump breasts, "Is this okay?" He asks breathlessly and she bobs her head vigorously latching onto him. 

"Yes, please, more … " He blinks to let reality sink in when she raises her arms in the air for him to get rid of her clothes. 

He smiles. Hard. Crinkles forming by his eyes and cheery lines around his mouth as she looks up at him with those doe eyes glinting with his own reflection. 

She squirms grumpily and he cackles loudly when she hooks his fingers into the hem of her jeans as a sign that "just undress me right now and fuck me hard over this counter." But, the romantic sap he's just keeps on being a tease. 

"Fuck me already." She huffs locking her ankles behind his back. 

"Trust me, I want it as bad as y'do but are you sure —-- " 

"I'm --- just fuck …. " She cuts him off, cupping his cheeks and kisses his mouth. He groans when she sucks his swollen lip in between his teeth and lifts her pelvis grinned against his swell lining in his trouser to elaborate her neediness through actions, 

He undresses her finally folding them and putting them away nicely while she stays a breathless mess just in her undies, her sheer panties soaked in her juices and profanities of moans fuses into air from both of them as Harry places his hands on her knees. Irises darkening with lust when he looks at the delicate lines of her drippy pussy lips forming from underneath the material. 

"Spread your legs, I want to feel how turned on I made you feel." His voice an obscene grunt and it tingles her core making her feel she should obey him, "Fuckin' hell." His moan is dirty as he rubs the pad of his long digits against her soaked centre. His piercing gaze flitting between her thighs crumbled her in the best way possible. 

She fists the hem of his top, tugging at it with the blabbering of his name. 

A series of pornographic whines leaves her through her nose when he demands her to raise her bum so he could get rid of the last thing being a bother to them. 

"Oh my — " She arches her spine when his fingers withered in her stickiness, between her glistening pussy lips to her mound pinching her clitoris in the way and listens to the soapy noises he's creating while lathering his hand with her juices he'd love more to coat his tongue with. 

"This is what you want, hmm? For me to bend you over this counter right fucking now and pump me thick cock inside your sweet cunt from behind till you're screaming for me to ram harder inside you, so deep that you feel me in your little tummy and I keep it there for hours making you cum on it again and again — many time that you're milky and cramped around my prick like a filthy girl you're." He dips his impossibly sweet pink tongue inside her mouth and makes her sip down his dirty words through her throat not letting her mewls slip out as his lengthy finger slicks inside her causing her melt against his chest with a turmoil of emotions and heat she never felt before. 

Her brain whirles with the mantra of fuckfuckfuck but her guppy lips says otherwise, she coils her arms around his shoulders scratching her nails down his neck — eyes rolling back as she shakes with the build of ecstasy. 

"You're so snug and warm, sweets. Can't wait to be inside you." He husks curling his digit to give her upper wall a good rub, "Harry!" Her scream comes out gruff vibrating with a sexy octave. 

"Yes, baby." He pinches her chin between his thumb and forefinger staining soft wet kisses from the corner of her lips, to her rosy cheeks and down her throat sewing love bites along her veins.

"Does it feel good, hmm? 'M g'na stuff you full of my prick bet it'll make you feel like heavens --" Her brows tenses up as he forces her to keep her eyes locked with his's and groans with the throb in his cock bound to implode with each whimper of his name she lets out hiking up her knees on the counter — the heels of her feet sticking firmly against the edge of the counter giving a carnally pleasing view for him to enjoy and ooze with sticky precum. 

He huffs out breathily, fingers sliding in and out at a fast pace while he moves down to take her perky nipple between his teeth teasing it with nip of his tongue, "Fuck. Mhmm baby I've so many dirty things to d'to you, would you be an atta girl and be naughty with me?" He nuzzles his curls against her skin grinding his knuckles up and down against her swollen clit. 

"Yes, yes, yes." She moans trying to sink impossibly deep on his fingers. He admires her in amusement as her belly twists into ripples and she thrashes in his tight hold —- broken into pieces of vulnerability foxily. 

He withers his gaze to where he's driving his fingers roughly inside her and a cold shiver runs down his spine, eyelashes fluttering and he sucks his bottom lip brutally praising her softly, "yes just like that darling taking my fingers so good —- they'll look pretty down your throat too while I'll fill your other holes with me, all me." He wraps a hand around her throat giving it a light squeeze and it was enough to spread warmth and the saccharine feeling of fullness in her every tissue gushing over his fingers. 

"You're mine." He growls nipping at her sweet spot –-- wearing her out with his continuous different motions inside her. His wrist glistening with her come and her head lulls on his tanned shoulder, eyes slip shut, chest levitating with shallow breaths. 

She cups his cheeks wrapping her trembling legs around his waist and kisses his smile, it's sloppy and barely a kiss with their lazy effort to keep their mouths on each other to soak into intimacy. 

Next they're a moaning and crying mess on the kitchen floor with her knee hooked around his hip to keep him close as he stretches her out leaving a pleasurable burn against her squishy inviting walls. 

His cock sits warm inside her pussy and his balls snug against her bum. It's torturous waiting for her to give a signal that he might move because he couldn't resist but to be rock hard inside her and fuck her for hours but his knees are laughing at him for being unable to bear the sting of cold tiles. 

"You can move, 'm okay." She whispers hugging him for dear life and he nods grinding his hips slowly, the bulbous head of his dick hitting all the right spots —- he's so good at fucking. 

He takes her fleshy tits in his palms caressing them with each lewd stroke of his cock inside her and treats her glistening lips from his spit back to his mouth, pecking it generously. 

"Pull me hair." He groans pushing hard and guides her hand into his swirl of sweaty curls — hips stuttering, eyes rolling back into his skull erotically when she does so peppering loving kisses under his earlobe, "You're g'na ruin me lovie … fuck me please." He whines grabbing her ass and lifts her pelvis to slide inside her dripping pussy with much more roughness. 

She has never seen him like this. Shredded to seams for her, sweat beading down his gorgeous face like glimmer of pearls and eyes mossed with so much lust and desperation it knocks air out of her lungs. 

He rolls them over gently and her squeal turns into a shameless yawp when he feels much more bigger than before inside her with her being on top of him —- he was right she could feel him in her tummy. 

She's clueless what to do. Not that she's gonna show it –- she doesn't want to give him an impression that she knows barely anything about riding but the way she begins with zealous back and forth movement digging the heels of her palms against his pecks wrecks him havoc. 

"You're doin' so good pet, yes, yes, yes. Use me baby. Use me like your little fuck toy 'm c'mon." He grabs the nape of her neck and brings her down to skim his tongue over her lips, manipulating the plushiness of them with his teeth. His balls slapping against her skin as she bounces on his cock diligently and he fists the soft flesh of her bum with both of his hands to help her ride him knows she's labouring herself out, "I'm all yours." He says caressing her sides to make sure she's okay and brushes the wisp of sticky hair behind her ear. 

"You're looking so sexy sitting on my dick like that -- how about I don't allow you to cum so you could keep me warm with your pussy like that fo' hours?" His pants out gripping at her thighs as his prick spills with wetness inside her and she cries out shaking, "No!" He smirks crinkled forming by his eyes and takes this chance to drive hard up inside her making her flop onto his chest. 

She gasps moistly, pulsating around him feeling every ridge and vein of his cock stroking against her walls creating obscene noises of skin meeting skin and their moistures mixing soapily like gooe.

"Cum fo' me baby -- squeezing me s' tight. I know you're there." His pants laboured and heavy as he sucks his own digits coating them with his spit nicely and glides them down pressing them to her weeping bud, then flickers it in prolong circles. Toes curling. His thrusts consistent and fast. She crooks her nose against his's murmuring to him with a wavering voice. 

"I'm gonna cum, fuck." 

"You're gonna make me come." 

Her eyes widen in surprise but her body reacts otherwise albeit she has never experienced it —- but her moans were uncontrollable when he spanked her butt cheek and she crampied down at him jolting tremendously with the wave of insanity spreading to her bones.

"I'm a naughty boy, give it to me." He kisses his teeth together man spreading and throwing his knees up to ram up inside her perfectly.

His eyes shuts till he could see white spotting behind them -- he spills inside her in form of thick ribbons and milks her cunt with it riding her out of her high. She clings to his body and snuggles into him to tone down the shivers running down her spine with each tiny orgasm she feels rushing out with his lazy thrusts.

"I'm jello." She tells him and he looks down at her with a mishevious grin, "Does that give me a reason to eat you whole?" She rolls her eyes poking at his cheek with a grossed out expression. 

"I'm still inside ye', remember?" He stirs his hips to make her realise and she yelps not know if it's making her feel hot or utterly sensitive, "You're insatiable." She mumbles pouting her lips to indicate him she's dying for his lips to smooch kisses to her. 

"No kidding I love the noises you make when you come undone." She confesses timidly drawing stars at his chest and he giggles kissing her temple gently, "Stop before you wake me buddy up again –- he quite fond of you." He blushes hiding his face into the crook of her neck with tiny voice. 

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They're canoodling under the fluffy blanket on the sofa watching telly after they just took a bath together, shampooing eachother with peach scents and drying eachother off with warm towels. She's nuzzled into his side wearing one of his baby yellow robes, his arm stays around her shoulder thumb addicted to caressing her silky cheek, sometimes spreading his fingers down her throat to tip her chin up to smooch sweet kisses on her lips.

"You're cute when you're not a pest." She giggles and he frowns comically pretending to munch her alive, "That's very rude -- you should be thankful that I lov — " Her heart almost stops functioning. 

They were sipping onto their green teas and nibbling onto the strawberry mochi they made and refrigerated before when the doorbell rang making them groan in laziness.

She stood up going to see what took Harry so long on the door and got revealed to him talking instinctively to whoever rang the bell. 

"Hi, Y/N." Scottie smiles at him. Carrying her luggage and Y/N looks down at her attire for a second then forwards her hand shyly. She was so scared that day –- it's a blur to her but now she watches Scottie properly she realizes …. She's the same girl from all the paparazzi photos.

Something switches off inside her. The rainbows and confettis, the moonlight and stars and the nebula of the whole galaxy she had consumed in her little body from making love to Harry just shuts down into a white noise.

Her bottom lip plumps into a pout. Eyebrows trembling from this confused feeling of some invisible thing squeezing the life out of her. 

She's jealous. 

"I just came here to say bye." Scottie's voice makes her focus back into reality. 

"Oh…" She just nods. She doesn't return the hug even though her brain guilt trips her for that and when Scottie leaves with the air thick and tense, Harry corners her in between a wall and piece of furniture cradling her grumpy face in his careful palms speaking gently to her. 

"You don't 'ave to worry 'bout her, she's just a friend …. Infact you don't have to worry 'bout anyone because I love you so so much baby that I don't see myself spending me life with anyone else." She glances up at him twice, jaw falling slack from shock and he chuckles smothering her in kind-hearted kisses when she stares at him like a hawk. 

"You what!?" 

"I love you, Y/N." Her eyes closing like a moth flapping nearer to fire and finding peace in burning inside it. 

"I love you too so much." She whispers and welcomes his lips melting against her ardently. With the passion only lovers hold. Amiability she couldn't find anyone else but in his embrace, in his kisses and his lovemaking. 

"Can we go back to cuddlin'? Me feet gettin' cold baby." He whines treading fastly into the living room while carrying her like a kitten from behind and makes squeaky noises once snoozed under the warmth of the blanket. 

He touches their foreheads. Kissing the tip of her nose adorably. 

"I love you." Then burst into giggles. When she returns the passion coyly. 

"I love you too." 

#Harry Styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles smut #harry styles one shots #harry styles fanfic #harry styles angst #harry styles fluff #Harry Styles fluffy duffy

[imagine-loki]

My Sweet Rose, Chapter 1

TITLE: My Sweet Rose CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 1 AUTHOR: fanficshiddles ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine you are secretly a little but no one knows, one day you decide to check out a local BDSM club to try and get a feel of the community. You meet a handsome stranger that, over the next few months, shows you all about the lifestyle. However, one day… he vanishes without a word. 

RATING: M NOTES: Daddy/little dynamic & Flashbacks will be in Bold.

I’m not sure how long this story will be, I’m thinking no more than 5 chapters though. But I saw the imagine and omg I love it, had to do something with it. Haven’t written anymore of it yet but just HAD to share the first chapter so far, oops! lol. 

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Rosie had been working and living in the Avengers tower for a week now, it was going really well. And it was helping to keep her mind occupied, getting her back on her feet after such a rough year.

She was a PA for Stark, and the other Avengers if they needed anything too. It was helping her cousin, Pepper out a lot. As Stark was very demanding nowadays and the others were becoming that way too.

It was also good for Rosie. She’d had a really tough year. She met someone a few years ago in a BDSM club, it had been her first time there after spending months building up the courage to go. She was a little, and had been wanting to find someone that she could feel safe with to explore that side of her.

She met a man, who was charming and handsome. Kind, funny. They fell in love, or so she thought anyway. He was the perfect Daddy Dom for her, teaching her everything and looking after her. She adored and loved him so much. Which is why when one day he just vanished, it was all the harder for her.

He just never returned after saying he had to go home to visit his family, who lived in Iceland apparently. But he did that regularly and always returned to her. But not that time. To say she was heartbroken when there was not even a call or a text from him explaining why was an understatement.

His name was Loki. And it became clear what happened a few months later after his disappearance, she saw him on the news. Loki, the God Of Mischief, was trying to take over the world. She couldn’t believe it and thought she was dreaming when she realised it had was her Loki. He looked different in the heavy armour, he looked scary.

But she thought no wonder he left her, he was a God and a Prince after all. What would he have wanted with her in the first place anyway?

She had tried a couple of times to date someone else, but never made it past the first date. As they just… weren’t him. No matter how often she tried to just forget about him. It was difficult.

She’d fallen into a downward spiral, not even able to go to work. So she had lost her job and was on benefits for a while. She became really anxious and nervous.

But here, in the tower, she was trying to turn herself around again. It had been one man, even if he had been her first true love, in her heart anyway. She knew she would heal, in time. Even if it had been over a year.

Rosie had been so engrossed in sorting out some paperwork for Tony that she never noticed the newcomer coming into the kitchen. She barely even registered Thor introducing her to him. ‘This is Rosie, our PA, she’s new here.’

Not until she heard an all too familiar voice responding that sent shivers down her spine and sent her heart racing.

‘Rosie… My sweet Rose?’

There was only one person who had ever called her that.

Slowly she looked up, eyes widening, standing before her was Loki.

‘Oh my sweet Rose, you’ve done Daddy so proud.’ Loki purred gently as he cradled her in his lap.

She felt so safe and secure, curled up against him as he wrapped a blanket around her naked body. Knowing how cold she always got after they’d played together quite so intensely.

Loki rocked her back and fore softly as he ran his fingers through her hair, soothing her. She was trembling a bit after her orgasms, Loki had pushed her almost past her limit, but he knew. He always knew when to stop at the right time.

He was an intense Daddy, and could be really strict at times. But he was fair and ever so kind. He had his goofy moments and was extremely playful too, which she loved. He was never angry with her, always calm and collected. Even when she misbehaved, not that that happened often.

She clung to his shirt so tightly, never wanting to let go. Loki had to carefully remove her hand from his shirt just so he could change them into a different position, getting them both under the blanket so he could have her snuggled up next to him. He knew she would fall asleep soon.

‘Daddy.’ She whispered quietly, sounding so vulnerable.

‘Yes, my little one?’ Loki asked, engulfing her small hand in his large one.

‘Can you sing to me?’

Loki smiled. ‘Of course, my sweetling.’

He began singing to her in Asgardian, but he had told her before it was Icelandic. She had no reason not to believe him, especially since he told her he’d grown up there with his parents.

But he had a beautiful voice, she always loved to hear him sing.

She felt so loved as he she drifted off to sleep to the sound of his voice. She faintly remembered a gentle kiss on her forehead just before she fell asleep.

Thor was confused at their interaction, especially as Rosie said nothing at first. Just stared at Loki in utter disbelief.

‘No…’ She shook her head and took a step backwards. ‘You… You don’t get to call me that anymore.’ She said quietly, her voice trembling as tears came to her eyes.

‘Rosie? What’s wrong, did he hurt you?’ Clint asked upon seeing the reaction.

Rosie grabbed the pile of paperwork off the table beside her and she ran off out of the kitchen, with tears falling down her face.

Clint turned to Loki. ‘You’ve got some explaining to do.’ He snapped at him.

‘I have nothing to explain to you, Hawk.’ Loki snarled.

Natasha and Pepper saw Rosie running out of the kitchen in floods of tears, they ran after her into her room. Natasha managed to grab the door before it closed on them.

‘Rosie? Rosie, what’s wrong?’ They both asked as they rushed in to her.

Rosie threw the papers on her bed and she started pacing back and fore, shaking and crying with her arms wrapped around herself. Pepper grabbed her and pulled her down to sit on the bed.

‘Rosie, please speak to us.’ She pleaded with her cousin as Natasha sat at the other side of her.

‘It… It’s him…’ She sobbed.

‘Who? Loki? Did he scare you? I told him not to be an asshole to anyone.’ Natasha said angrily.

‘He… He’s the one. Who I dated before.’ She blurted out, making Pepper and Natasha go silent in shock.

‘But… how?’ Pepper asked.

‘I met him one night in a club. And we dated for eleven months. I was in love with him, utterly and completely. I thought he was with me too. But then he just vanished and never came back one day. Then a few months later, I saw him on the TV… I didn’t tell anyone it was him, because I thought no one would believe me anyway. And what did it matter? It wouldn’t change anything.’ Rosie blurted out between crying.

‘Oh, Rosie. I wish you had told me.’ Pepper pulled her into a hug and cradled her head against her. ‘It’s ok, shhh, shhh. It’s going to be ok.’

Natasha rubbed her back softly. ‘If we had known, we would have warned you he was coming here. I’m so sorry.’

Rosie shook her head and wiped her eyes with her sleeve. ‘No… It’s my fault, I should have told you. I just… it’s a shock to see him face to face.’

Natasha and Pepper nodded in understanding.

They stayed with her for a little while, then when she told them she was ok and was going to take a shower before bed, they left her to it.

But it ended up being the longest shower ever. She kept thinking about Loki and what they had together before.

Kept thinking of when they first met…

Rosie was super nervous when she walked into the BDSM club. But after months of talking herself into it, she finally had the courage to do it.

She didn’t dare tell any of her friends what she was into or what she was doing, perhaps foolish in a way as no one knew where she was. And she was on her own. But she was too embarrassed to tell anyone. Her friends wouldn’t understand.

She relaxed a tiny bit once she was there, noticing other people on their own as well. Getting a few drinks down her helped with her nerves too.

Some of the people she spoke to briefly were really nice. She met a lovely couple at the bar who asked if it was her first time there. They told her if she needed anything to feel free to ask them, not to be shy. That everyone there was really nice and friendly.

There were various demos on that she watched, there was a lot more to some scenes than met the eye. It really made her realise how on sites such as Fetlife and others, it was easy to get sucked into the wanna-be-Dom’s who likely had no idea what they were doing. Or how much safety came into it all.

‘Excuse me, I don’t mean to bother you but I was wondering if you’d like to join me for a drink?’ A beautiful voice came from beside her when one of the demos on aftercare just finished.

Rosie turned and her breath was taken from her as she gazed up at an incredibly tall and handsome man.

‘I… I… Yeah, I would like that, thank you.’ Rosie stammered out, nodding over enthusiastically.

He grinned, showing off his pearly white teeth as he put his hand out towards her. ‘My name is Loki.’ He introduced.

‘I’m Rosie.’ She smiled up at him and put her hand into his. That’s when she noticed his gorgeous hands, so big and he had such long fingers. She blushed hard when he raised her hand up and he kissed the back of it, making her skin tingle like crazy.

‘Pleasure to meet you, Rosie.’ He said charmingly.

Loki gave her his arm and led her over to a free table near the bar. She was really nervous, and Loki could tell. But he soon had her at ease, just chatting away to her calmly and making her laugh almost straight away. She slowly began to relax in his presence.

‘Is this your first time here?’ He asked after buying them both another drink.

‘Is it that obvious?’ She cringed, making him chuckle.

‘Kind of. You did look a bit like a deer in the headlights. But that’s normal for first timers.’ Loki winked at her.

‘So, I’m guessing that means you’ve been here before?’

‘It does.’ He nodded. ‘Not often, it’s probably my fourth visit. Mainly just trying to meet new people, meet anyone that may potentially be interested in a Daddy Dom.’

Rosie’s eyes widened and she suddenly fell shy again as she looked down at her glass and swallowed hard. Loki raised an eyebrow, instantly realising that she was a little. He suspected she was a sub, but hadn’t been sure about the little aspect or not.

Loki leaned forward over the table towards her a little more. ‘Let me take a quick stab in the dark here… But I am presuming that you are a little?’

Her mouth opened and closed again. Then she just opted for nodding in response instead of trusting her voice to actually work.

Loki smiled softly. ‘Nothing to be shy about, sweetheart. That’s why lots of people come to these clubs, to meet their person.’

‘I… I guess so.’ She agreed.

They continued to talk for over an hour, not much about BDSM which Rosie found quite pleasant. He didn’t seem to want to jump straight in so quickly, which in turn made her trust him more and relax.

At the end of the night, Loki handed over a small card with his number on it. ‘There’s absolutely no pressure at all. But I’ve really enjoyed my night with you, Rosie. I would love to take you out on a date, perhaps out for lunch Saturday? But there’s no pressure, I don’t need an answer right now. Just text or call me to let me know. But if I don’t hear from you, that’s ok too. I totally understand.’

Rosie’s heart was racing. Could he get any more considerate? He wasn’t pressuring her at all, not asking for her number. Not even expecting her to contact him if she didn’t want to go on a date with him. Not even needing an answer straight away, what a gentleman.

Loki walked her outside the club and hailed a taxi for her, he even paid in advance for her, not taking no for an answer.

‘I just want to make sure I know you’ll get home safely. And I can’t help it, it’s the protective Daddy in me.’ He shrugged and chuckled, making her giggle shyly.

‘Thank you, Loki.’ She smiled widely at him as she got into the taxi and he closed the door for her once she was in.

He waved her off and she couldn’t stop smiling the whole way home.

Of course, she did text him the following morning to say she would love nothing more than to go on a date with him on Saturday. If that was still what he wanted, too.

Loki replied within a minute, with a time and a place for their first date.

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‘How DARE you!’ Pepper roared at Loki and launched for him, slapping him across the face. It barely made him flinch, but he clenched his jaw as he glared at her.

Everyone was surprised at Pepper’s outburst.

‘Woah, what did he do?’ Bruce asked.

‘HE is the one that broke my cousin’s heart. She was head over heels in love with you, asshole. Then you just disappeared on her, left her alone without even an explanation. No note, nothing.’ She snarled at him.

Loki narrowed his eyes at her. ‘Not that it’s any of your business, but I did what was right. To protect her. She was better off without me.’

‘You did NOT do what was right. You have no idea what you’ve put her through this past year, how heartbroken she was. Still is!’ Pepper screeched.

Loki faltered. ‘Still is? Did she not find another, she’s a beautiful, incredible woman. How could she not find ano’

‘You are such a fucking idiot!’ Pepper screeched angrily and so wanted to slap him again, but she knew it was pointless.

The guys around him all put their face into their hands.

‘What?’ Loki asked, looking around.

‘That’s a low blow, man. Not even leaving her a note.’ Said Tony.

‘I… I thought I was doing the right thing.’ Loki said, looking at Thor.

Thor nodded. ‘I did not realise that your Rose was this Rosie… But yes, Loki thought he was doing right by her. He was in love with her, adored her. Never shut up about her. But when he discovered his true heritage on a short visit home, he decided not to go back to her. In fear of hurting her.’ Thor explained.

Pepper ran her hands down her face.

‘Well, you failed on that. You probably hurt her more by not at least saying you were over. You have no idea what she’s been through this last year.’ Pepper shook her head in disgust at Loki.

The team all murmured between them and left the room, leaving Loki with Thor.

For the first time in a long time, Thor saw his real brother back. He saw true emotion on his face again, sorrow and guilt.

‘I… I did not mean to hurt her.’ Loki said, still a bit confused. ‘I loved her, Thor… I do love her. I never stopped thinking about her, never loved another.’ He whispered.

Thor sighed and walked over to him, patting his shoulder. ‘I know, brother. I know.’

Loki thought back to the first time she had called him Daddy. How much it made his heart happy that she trusted and wanted him so much…

Rosie and Loki were snuggling on the sofa together, watching some cartoons that she loved. Loki wasn’t overly fond of them, but it made her happy so he always obliged. He was just happy to have her on his lap, comfortable and relaxed in his arms. Where she belonged.

He was lightly stroking her back underneath her top, making her skin tingle. She was in utter heaven, and Loki couldn’t get enough of just simply touching her. He needed touch in some way, whether he was just holding her hand or had the tips of his fingers on her skin, he needed and craved the intimacy with her.

Loki’s fingers trailed a bit too far to her side and up a little, making her squirm and giggle.

‘Daddy, that tickles!’ She laughed and tried to grab his hand to stop him.

But he had already stopped, freezing at what she said. That was the first time she had called him that, even in little space.

The biggest smile spread across his face and he buried his face into her hair and squeezed her tightly to him.

‘Sorry, my sweet little one. I forgot how ticklish you are.’ He purred.

#Loki #Lover #Angst #Submitted fic #chapter 1 #fanficshiddles #my sweet rose

[falling-pages]

A bird? A bird: Hikaru x Haruhi

in which drunk Hikaru is a mood.

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Hikaru Hitachiin x Haruhi Fujioka

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Enemies to lovers, non-host club au, aged up au.

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TW: Drinking

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The disgust lingered in the back of his throat like iron, like a bad pill you swallow but not fast enough. He fumbled the chaser to his liquor, and now he was stuck with the gross aftertaste. The refuge of his office, where he gulped down air like water, could only last so long. He couldn’t even go out in the common area, break room or restroom without having to see her--and for that, for taking away his freedom and social butterfly antics, he hated her.

Every time he saw her cute little snarl and tight little bun and stiff black skirts enraged him, filling his blood with a heat he didn’t know how to deal with. Despite her short height, she held her nose in the air as she worked, the only way she could look down on everyone like she so desperately craved. Always propping up her law degree, well this and actually that, ruining any jokes he made with a deadpan stare. She messed with his head, distracted him from his work, and for that she must go.

As much as he had tried to get her fired--and he had tried--nothing made the boss budge. He tried pulling rank, as the head of the software department; he tried using his parents’ names; nothing worked.

She’s doing a stellar job, the bossman had said. And, she’s our lawyer. If we did fire her for no reason, she would sue us into the ground.

I do have a reason, Hikaru retorted. She annoys me.

It wouldn’t hold up in court, but it seemed good enough for him.

Hikaru inhaled deeply through his nose, grounding himself by gripping his desk. Surrounded by all his trophies and achievements, he still could only think of her. He had to handle this, or else he’d go insane, but he had no idea where to start.

Kaoru. Kaoru would know what to do.

He rose from his chair, taking one last look behind him at the stained glass city through his clear glass window. Despite it only being mid-afternoon, the city was pulsing and alive with color, birds dive-bombing for food, vendors hawking at passersby, tourists mixing and bumping into natives. Tokyo was loud, and crazy, and alive, where he knew he belonged and longed to be. Even nature was straining at its leash for the workday to end, eager to celebrate the Friday night.

He turned back and shut the lights off in his office, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he walked. His department was rather quiet, having given his employees the afternoon off. If Haruhi knew, she would chide him, but they were so far ahead of schedule that he couldn’t risk them burning out.

Once up the stairs and around the corner, he heard his brother’s voice laughing and chatting and speak of the devil, she’s here.

It shouldn’t have surprised him. Karou and Haruhi were surprisingly great friends; he tended to mellow her out, help her unwind from the stick up her ass. He just had that calming effect on people.

As soon as he saw her, Hikaru spun a 180 and turned right back around the corner, and Haruhi would have let him, but Karou intervened.

“Hika! Come over here!” he waved, a bright smile splitting his face. “Haruhi was just telling me how much she liked you!”

Haruhi seethed, switching to a guarded pose as soon as she saw him. “I certainly was not.”

“Oh, right, my bad, she was telling me how much she liked your latest game patch,” Kaoru apologized, but it was the furthest thing from sincere. “Tell us about how you came up with it. Haruhi would love to pick your brain.”

Hikaru smirked, testing the waters as he approached. “Is that true, Fujioka?”

She frowns, pushing her bridge up her glasses up her nose. God, those glasses. She looked so dumb in them, making her eyes seem so wide, so innocent, so...pretty. All he wanted to do was pluck them off her face and laugh as she jumped for them, reaching and whining.

“I mean, it’s original, for sure,” she said. His cheeks warmed at the praise, even as she squirmed. “And it should market well, and you didn’t infringe on anyone’s copyright this time.”

That wasn’t my fault. He took the compliment with a grain of salt, biting back, “Still in the whole get-up, I see. Not much for casual Fridays?”

As amber eyes raked down her body, Haruhi concealed the shiver that ran down her spine. “No, actually, because I didn’t go to law school to wear jeans every day at work.”

“You didn’t go to law school to become a smartass, either, but here we are.”

“OKAY!” Kaoru exclaimed, jumping up between them. “Friday afternoon, yeah? Any big plans for the weekend?”

Both instigators ignored him. “That’s the uniform, you know. We tend to be pretty laid back around here.”

“Lawyers can’t be laid back. Laziness and a laissez-faire attitude is how we get sued.”

Hikaru stretched, rolling his eyes. “Woah, woah, pardon your French.”

Haruhi shook her head, and a few mismanaged strands of hair fell from her bun to brush against her neck. Her pink lips perched in contempt, and she looked so fragile, squinting behind her thick-framed glasses, that he couldn’t help but notice how tight her shirt was, tucked into a pencil skirt that hugged so tastefully over her--

“Hika!” Kaoru suddenly exclaimed. “Honey wants to know if we’re still down for drinks tonight.”

His saving grace. “Oh, my God, yes,” he moaned, salivating already at the thought of tequila burning down his throat. Washing the week away was just what he needed, especially with the way this conversation was going.

And then Kaoru did the unthinkable: With his award-winning smile, he turned to Haruhi and asked, “Would you like to come?”

Hikaru could have strangled him.

But God heard his prayers, and the resident buzzkill shook her head. “Thank you, but sorry. I don’t drink.”

“No surprise there,” Hikaru murmured.

Kaoru definitely heard that, but if Haruhi did, she didn’t react. He shot his twin a look, a be polite etched into the lines of his brow.

“Sad,” Kaoru said. He bent over to pick up his work bag, stuffing his bento within and waving to Haruhi. “Maybe next time? We can go out for boba or something.”

Haruhi smiled--Hikaru didn’t think he had ever seen that before. It did something to him; suddenly, he felt as if his body was shaking, like his throat was full of needles, like he had taken one too many to the head.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” she said, and the smile disappeared when she looked at him. She gave them both a quick nod. “Have a great weekend.”

“Thanks.”

“See you Monday!”

Hikaru waited until they were out the door before punching his twin in the arm, hard enough to make him yelp.

“Dude, watch it,” Kaoru snapped, brushing over the mussed fabric of his cardigan sleeve. “It’s cashmere.”

“Stop flirting with her.”

Kaoru stopped in his tracks. A cloudy sky obscured the smirk on his face. “Woah, what’s got you so worked up?”

Hikaru kept stomping towards their subway stop, too lost in his own anger to notice who he had left behind. “‘M not worked up,” he retorted. “But you’re dating Kyoya. You shouldn’t be flirting with a girl.”

Kaoru skipped to catch up, joining him as they descended the stairs. “Kyoya said it’s fine if I flirt, as long as I come home to him every night.”

It took everything in Hikaru to keep him from shoving his brother into the sad, drab gray stone walls. He couldn’t put a finger on the irritation nettling just below his skin, or why the first layer of his heart seemed to simmer whenever he caught them talking to each other. All he could figure out was that it burned, and it made him hate her even more.

When he stayed silent, Kaoru knew he was right. He preened as he dug around for his subway card. “Boba isn’t a date.”

“Of course it is.”

“Then maybe you should ask her out on one.”

By then they were at the platform, waiting for their train. As the whistle signaled its approach, Hikaru very seriously considered pushing Kaoru onto the tracks.

“Tch. Over my dead body.”

“Then you can’t be jealous.”

“I’m not--”

Hikaru threw a punch when the train approached, distracting him and allowing Kaoru to live to see another day. As they hurried on, Hikaru couldn’t get his mind out of the gutter--or off her.

Jealous. Pshhh.

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“I dunno, senpai, she just….she makes me feel something. Whenever she talks to me it’s like my hands are on fire, and my head hurts, and I feel like….like she’s stabbing me. There’s something going on in my chest, like a, like a--a bird. There’s a bird or a butterfly or something with wings in my stomach, and I don’t like it.”

Hikaru knocked back a shot and signaled for another one, eyes bleary as he tried to find the bartender. There were three of them, or maybe that was just how blurry his vision was, but he didn’t care; as long as one of them saw him and passed him another round, he’d tip them the moon.

Mitsukuni watched his friend wave to no one, the effect of one too many fireballs in the span of just two hours. He hadn’t seen Hikaru this hammered since college--and now, at 27, it just looked more like a cry for help than an occasion to let loose. And without Kaoru, who had already gone home with Kyoya and the rest of their friend group, on babysitting duty, Mitsukuni was the one left to make sure he got into a cab.

“A bird?” he asked, watching as Hikaru swung his head in confirmation.

“A bird.” A bartender came back with another shot, handing it to the redhead and giving Mitsukuni a questioning look. He waved at him, confirming he was the babysitter, and the waiter turned back around.

“Tell me about that.”

Hikaru gripped his cup, tonguing at the rim like a sippy cup. “It’s fluttering around, Honey. It’s--hiccup--like, moving. Whenever I see her or talk to her my heart just begins to pound.”

Mitsukuni bit back a smile. His vodka cran lay forgotten on the bar, but this experience was just too amusing to violate with alcohol. “And what do you think that means?”

“Means she’s gonna kill me.”

“Kill you?” His eyebrows shot up. “Why is that?”

Hikaru slurped the shot, spilling some down his chin, and Mitsukuni was fairly sure it was just plain water. “Because. She’s mean, senpai. She looks at me like she’s studying, like she’s gonna slice me in half. Like...I dunno. Like I mean something to her.”

Mistukuni twisted his wedding ring, inching closer to the discovery. He’s almost there, almost recognizing what the rest of the friend group has known for months. “And if you mean something to her, why does your heart flutter?”

“Acid reflux.”

“No, Hikaru.” He gently swatted the other man’s hand down before he could ask for another drink. “It sounds like the beginnings of love, to me.”

Hikaru gaped, not a thought behind those eyes, until it hit him like a wrecking ball. His fist fell to the bar, thudding, but he felt no pain. Only existential dread and a rocketing realization.

“Oh.”

“Mmhmm.”

“Oh, fuck.”

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Lonely Together

Mipha X M Reader (Age of Calamity BOTW)

[Requested by @cosmicartistowo]

Ahh ty for the long wait.

You put a batch of dough into the stone oven and grab a cloth to wipe the sweat you've built up. The buns didn't take long to cook, so you leaned against the wall, watching it like a hawk. You place the towel in your apron and sigh.

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Today was officially the busiest day you've ever come across. In fact, it was for all the businesses in Hyrule Town. The many wooden tables around were filled with hungry and cheery people. Gorons, Hylians, Zoras, Ritos, and Gerudos all had the same big smiles, some with food stuffed in their mouths.

By all means, that wasn't a sigh of distress. Everything just felt so....surreal. Just being here, standing, baking for the celebration of Calamity Gannon's downfall.

Of course, everything wasn't the exact same as before the Calamity. The damage of castle town was still being worked on and some businesses couldn't quite open yet. Your boss' stall was lucky and got its essential stuff fixed quickly. Having a handyman brother did have its perks.

Mentally slapping yourself about almost forgetting the buns, you quickly pull them out of the oven. The tops of the buns were perfectly golden brown and smooth. You place 3 in a bag as ordered and rang the bell to grab the attention of your co-worker. She smiles at you and grabs the bag to give to the starved customer.

You go back to continue stuffing buns in bags, only for an arm to grab your shoulder. Quizzically, you look behind you to find your boss.

"You, Break." She signs, smiling kindly. The staff around here didn't know much sign, but they made the effort to learn some words to communicate with you, which you appreciated.

You look at her with surprise and uncertainty. Today was a very busy day, wasn't everyone needed? She read the expression on your face and took a nearby notepad. "Go out and have fun. I'm letting you and Jula take a break for 20 minutes. You two look exhausted."

Before you could protest further, she adds "Don't worry your little head. My husband's coming soon and I'm gonna ask him to help while you're gone." With that said, she shoves you and your co-worker out of the stall, into the bright lights and crowds of people.

Well...what should you do now? You turn to Jula to find her already rushing in the other direction. Well, she always was an excited one, wasn't she? Welp, you didn't mind. You could always find your own fun.

You start walking through the festival.

You knew there was so much to see, so it's time to get moving before break's over.

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Along the way, surfing through the crowd, you hoped to run into someone you knew. Alas, all the smiling faces you saw belonged to strangers hurrying along.

A fresh-baked smell stops you in the middle of the sea of people. A display of a fruit cake rests on the front of the booth. You heard there was a booth that had the royal castle's recipe for Zelda's favorite cake. Although, was it worth waiting in the long line?

You walk past the booth, staring at the hard workers baking, chopping, and frosting to meet the high demand.

All of a sudden, all the chefs and customers tuned their heads to the side in surprise. A second after following their worried gazes, something sharply dug into your leg. You gasp in pain as you watch the loose wooden wheel lose its momentum and fall flat.

You bend down to reach your shin, the lightest grazes making you hiss. You could feel drops of blood trickling down your leg and staining your trousers.

Quickly, a gray-bearded man bends down to your level and you read the frantic apologies from his lips. You smile and wave it off to ease his worried expression. He stands up and offers you a hand. Suddenly, his eyes lock behind you as his expression turns into shock. You look behind you, only to wince from shifting your leg.

Through the sting, you gawked at the princess of the Zora's herself: Princess Mipha. Instead of the calm expression you've always seen from afar, she looked worried and rushed to you. She started bending down to your leg as she spoke. Before you could try and show her you couldn't understand what she was saying, you felt a cooling sensation on your shin. You looked down and stared at her concentrating her magic. You realized that Mipha was indeed healing you right now.

After a few more minutes, she stood up with a smile. You were frozen in place in front of the champion as she started speaking again. Dear Hylia, you couldn't move or try to show her you couldn't hear her. After mustering a few nods, she waves goodbye and leaves the area.

You only stare as she walks away, pain no longer in your shin.

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After that eventful injury, you explored the festivities until it was time to head back to your stall. You baked batches of bread and fed hungry customers till' the sun was starting to set.

You smile at the orange and pink tones in the sky. Those colors meant that your shift was coming to an end. Your smile grows as the night shift baker arrives and sets his bag down. You grab your bag and wave goodbye to everyone.

Finally, time to unwind and enjoy the festival. Maybe you'd bump into someone you knew and invite them to try that cool ax-throwing activity or try those fresh Gerudo volfruit smoothies. Whatever activity, it would be nice to try something new with good company.

After an hour, it proved to be harder than you thought.

With no luck, you walk around again, only to wander to the outskirts of castle town where there was rarely any action or people. You were pretty disappointed with not finding anyone available and sat by the moat, staring down at your reflection in the water.

Suddenly, from the water, a pair of yellow eyes met yours and scared the life out of you. You gasp as you start to lose your footing and your weight shifts to your front. You close your eyes as you fall into the deep moat below, praying for life.

Your whole body became cold as the water shallowed you whole. You open your eyes a little and see a red blur. Something hugs you from behind and you feel yourself being dragged upwards. Your back hits solid ground and a pair of hands quickly pushes on your chest in rhythm and a pair of cold lips exhales into you.

It stops when you sit up and cough in a fit. You look up at the person who's rubbing your back. You stare in confusion then surprise at the worried Mipha. She's talking again, this time more frantic than before. This time around, you start signing that you're okay.

Her eyes widen as she signs back, "Are you sure you're okay? Nothing hurts?" Her hands start to glow a comforting green. "You're just full of bad luck today, aren't you?"

"You know sign?"

"Yes." She starts to calm down, "Looks like nothing is broken. I'm terribly sorry for scaring you."

"May I ask, what are you doing here alone?"

Her eyes droop a bit, "Don't worry about that; You almost drowned!" She caves into your worried expression. "I know sign because that's how I talked to my childhood friend. He's...occupied at the moment with someone else."

It doesn't take a genius to know she was talking about the silent knight and the princess. By her sad expression, you could tell she was somewhat feeling lonely, and a tad bit jealous.

This was dumb but you were gonna ask anyway, "Wanna get Volfruit smoothies with me?" She was a princess, but she was just as lonely as you were tonight.

"Oh! Champion Urbosa loves those, yet I haven't tried them."

That answers your invitation.

You and Mipha start walking around and enjoying each other's company, still soaking wet.

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Teenagers Part 6

Harry Potter Marauders Era 

Link to Part 5 

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader 

Rating: M

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The next day on the train, James was silent as the grave. After realizing just what you were going to do in the room of requirement with Regulus he had seemingly lost the ability to speak. Sirius, meanwhile, had come to the determination that Regulus was responsible and probably had enough sense to “use something.” After lying in the dark for a good amount of time the previous night Sirius decided that he was just going to butt out of the situation and pray that nothing bad would happen to you.

You seemed happy with Regulus and his brother, by the grace of God, seemed happier than he ever had since the day that he was born. Regulus was actually smiling and looking thrilled with life. He didn’t have that sour “I hate everyone” expression that Sirius was so used to seeing on his brother’s face.

Hopefully Reg will protect her from the cult. If not, well, I’ll step in then.

Sirius thought as Regulus shoved James out of his way. Regulus had one hand intertwined with yours as you hurried behind him.

“Out of the way, Potter.”

Regulus snapped, enjoying the dark look on James’ face as you shot your older brother a silent “sorry.”

“I should stomp your face in, Black.”

“Come, Reggie, just let it go.”

You said as the two of you disappeared into a compartment that included Evan Rosier. Evan smirked at James as if daring him to come in and say something snarky.

Arriving back in London, Sirius followed James off of the train. It had taken James about half the trip to calm down over the little encounter with Regulus earlier.

“I swear to Merin, I am going to have a long talk with mum and dad to see if they can get Y/n to break up with him. I don’t want Evan Rosier or any of those other trolls turning my lovely sister into a dark witch. It won’t happen. Nope. Won’t let it.”

Lily sighed. She was quickly getting sick of the awkwardness between James and yourself. Lily missed having you as a part of “the group.” It didn’t matter how many times that Lily, Dorcas, or Marlene begged you to come back (they even offered to invite Regulus too) to the group, you wouldn’t. You were still sweet as pie to them individually but it was as if the good feelings of friendship had vanished from everything.

“James, this has gone on long enough. You haven’t spoken to your sister in months. Like it or not, Y/n is still your sister and she’s happy. Can’t you just accept that?”

Lily asked in a pleading tone. James yanked his hand away before groaning and giving it back to Lily.

“How would you like it if Petunia dated Regulus?”

Lily smirked.

“We both know that won’t happen.”

“But what if?”

Lily sighed.

“I would try to be happy for her especially if she was happy.”

Lily replied, hoping that this would sway James. When he stopped walking and tilted his head to the side, both Lily and Sirius stopped too.

“Now I have fucking seen everything.”

James muttered as Lily and Sirius looked in the direction that James was staring in. You stood with Regulus talking to none other than Walburga and Orion Black. Sirius’ mouth dropped and had the sudden urge to run over and steal you with a shit-eating grin on his face. The cocky side was clearly present on Sirius' face but inside he was panicking. What if his mother tried to hurt you in front of all of these people? Would she be that bold? The better question was why the hell was she smiling and looking so...proud?

That was the last thing that Sirius ever expected to see on his mother’s face...a smile. She never smiled and if she did it was because she was making his life hell. Now here she stood talking to the daughter of who she considered “a blood traitor” smiling like an idiot as she talked away.

“I don’t believe this.”

Sirius commented. James nodded.

“Your mother knows how to smile. Of course, she is being nice since it's her little prince’s wish that she be kind to Y/n. If it was you, she would be throwing a raving tantrum.”

“Let's just go.”

Lily replied.

(meanwhile)

You stood talking to Walburga, who was being uncommonly kind to you. The moment that Regulus introduced you as his girlfriend she commented on what a pretty girl that you were and how she was pleased to see that her youngest son found such a nice girl. Even Orion commented on how nice you appeared to be and that they would be delighted for you to come to their family’s Christmas party.

“Y/n, there you are, sweetheart.”

You turned upon hearing your mother’s sweet voice. Walburga’s smile faded and the cold woman that Sirius described returned. Clearly, she was still fuming at your mother for “stealing her eldest son away.”

“Hi, mum.”

You said before hugging your mother than father. Your mother meanwhile, focused her attention on Walburga. She had noticed how Regulus’ quickly looked down at his feet and the sudden urge to try to take the youngest Black brother in returned full force.

“Walburga.”

She said in her pleasant casual tone. Walburga scowled as Orion reached down and grabbed her hand.

“Euphemia.”

She replied, coldly. Euphemia smiled as she watched you gently pet Regulus’ hand obviously trying to provide him some kind of comfort.

That’s my sweet girl.

Euphemia thought with a smile as she turned her attention back to Walburga.

“It seems that our children have taken a fancy for each other.”

Walburga nodded.

“Indeed. While you are here, Euphemia, I find this a fine opportunity to let you know that Regulus wishes for Y/n to come to our family’s Christmas party on the 23rd. We would love to have her.”

Euphemia’s normally kind smile faded and was suddenly replaced by a fearful one. Your mother reminded you of an overprotective mama bear that had been backed into a corner by some predator that wanted to eat her baby.

It was Regulus that spoke next. He quickly turned to Euphemia before his mother was able to speak.

“Mrs. Potter, may I speak with you alone?”

Euphemia nodded and followed Regulus a few feet away so she was out of earshot of Walburga and Orion.

“Yes, dear?”

Euphemia started as Regulus glanced over his shoulder. Walburga was giving him a questioning stare. He gave his mother a scowl until she turned back to you to start chatting again. Regulus had to thank Sirius for running away at the moment. Had he not bailed off, Regulus probably would have never been able to get Walburga under his thumb the way that he had. Now, if he wanted something, he would just tell his mother and she made it happen. If Regulus wanted a new broom….mother made it happen. A nice chocolate cake..all he had to say was how hungry he was. No longer did Walburga find using the cruciatus curse on “her baby” acceptable in the slightest. Regulus was the only heir that she had and he knew that she was aware of it.

“I know that you don’t trust my family, Mrs. Potter...and with good reason. I won’t let any harm come to Y/n. My mother has changed since you spoke with her last. I know how to control her and my father well. I love Y/n and I wouldn’t let anything happen to her.”

Euphemia gave Regulus a sad mother-like expression.

“I’m sure that you do, dear but I am afraid that my daughter won’t receive the same kind of care that she receives at home.”

Regulus looked down. He was silent for a moment as he decided upon his next move. Being “himself” probably wasn’t going to work. Maybe being pitiful would work in his favor?

“I understand your worry, Mrs. Potter. All that I am asking for is a chance. If anything bad starts...I promise to get her out of there right away.”

Euphemia couldn’t help but think of how Regulus reminded her of a puppy that had been kicked one too many times.

“I’ll think about it.”

She finally replied. This made Regulus give her a small smile.

“Thank you.”

Returning back to where Walburga and Orion stood watching like hawks, Euphemia gave the other mother a small nod.

“I’ll think about if Y/n will be able to come. We’ll have an answer for you by the end of the week.”

Walburga nodded, clearly surprised with whatever Regulus had “done.” She was expecting to have to find some secretive way to get you to be able to come. If Regulus wanted his girlfriend at the party then she would find a way to get you there.

“Very well.”

Euphemia turned back to you with a sweet smile.

“Sweetheart, we need to be going. Your father is probably ready to go.”

You nodded before turning back to Regulus. This was the moment that you were dreading. You didn’t want to say goodbye for a few weeks. Since the two of you started dating, you hadn’t had many moments apart. Now here were a few weeks with no promise that your mother would even consider letting you go to the Black family’s home for the party.

“I’ll see you soon.”

Regulus softly said as his parents turned away to give the two of you a moment of privacy. What Regulus didn’t see was Walburga was watching the whole thing out of the corner of her eye. She couldn’t help but smile at how gentle Regulus seemed to be with you. The expression on his face was so different from the “Black family scowl” that he wore so well.

You, meanwhile, nodded as Regulus gently tilted your face to his before leaning down and giving you a soft kiss.

“I’ll miss you.”

You whispered. Regulus smiled.

“It's only a few weeks. I’ll write to you every day.”

You felt better with that promise before turning and going to join your mother. Euphemia wrapped her arm around your shoulder before guiding you off in the direction of your father and brother.

Over the next few days, both Euphemia and Fleamont realized how truly broken your relationship with James seemed to be. Both mother and father attempted to talk to James about how his behavior was appalling and that he needed to be a “big brother” and support you. James, however, wasn’t receptive.

“You are going to regret losing this year with Y/n, James. You will be graduating Hogwarts in a few months and will not see Y/n every day.”

Euphemia tried. James sat with his arms crossed over his chest as Fleamont decided to try his turn.

“Your mother is right, son. You have been so close with Y/n from the day that she was born. Do you really want to risk losing this closeness over a boy?”

James finally decided to speak. Sure, his parents were right. He was losing a lot of time with you and he knew it but that didn’t mean that he had to be happy about the relationship.

“I don’t like that boy and he will do nothing but hurt her. I want no part in witnessing it. Maybe you should talk to Y/n about birth control because all those two do is snog.”

James decided to at least leave out the fact that he was aware that you had given Regulus your v-card. He figured that his parents could put that part together themselves. Judging by how both Euphemia and Fleamont seemed surprised over said snogging, they would probably die knowing that their only daughter had her legs spread for a boy already. James wasn’t sure if he could even get the words out to tell them. Maybe some things were better left unsaid?

(2 days later)

You sat on the couch watching the muggle television that your father decided to purchase. It had been two days and you had already received four letters from Regulus. He seemed to be missing you as much as you were missing him. You smiled down at the latest letter on your lap where Regulus was fussing about his mother driving him nuts over a new suit for the Christmas party.

“Y/n, sweetheart?”

You looked up as Euphemia walked into the room.

“Hi, mum.”

You replied as she sat down beside you. She picked up the remote and pointed it to the TV (backward) to turn it off. You watched with a smile as she fussed over the remote before reaching out and showing her what to do.

“I hate this silly thing. I think that I am too old to be learning about these new things.”

Euphemia started as she looked at you carefully. She had been planning this talk since her conversation with James. It was going to be difficult for sure but certain things needed to be said before she became a grandmother earlier than planned.

“I think that we needed to have a mummy and daughter talk.”

You nodded, having a weird feeling about where this was going.

“Okay.”

Euphemia took a few breaths before speaking.

“It seems that Regulus is really taken with you.”

You nodded, twisting the ring that he had given you months ago. How were you supposed to tell your old fashioned mother that you were madly in love with the boy and felt like you were dying without him? The better question was when did you turn into such a lovesick “Mary Sue?”

“I love him, mother.”

Euphemia couldn’t help but smile.

“He told me that he loves you too. As your mum, I have a few things that I would like to say about that. First, I am thrilled that you are so happy. Your happiness is very important to your father and I. The two of you are darling together. This Christmas party...is it important to you?”

You decided to seize this moment to get what you wanted.

“It is. Mum, I know that you are worried about Mrs. Black and I totally understand why. I am still bothered at how Sirius was when he came to us...you know how much I love Sirius. I love him just as I do James. I don’t, however, think that Regulus would let her nor anyone else harm me.”

Euphemia sighed. This was harder than she expected. As much as she wanted you to be happy not worrying about Walburga wasn’t something that she could just “turn off.”

“Your father and I have decided to let you go. I suppose that we should find you a new dress to wear. We can go shopping tomorrow if you would like?”

You almost jumped off of the couch with this little bit of information. Never in a million years, did you expect your mum and dad to agree to let you go. You had a bad feeling that they were going to say no (especially when James and Sirius put in their input).

“Really? Mum, thank you so much! I would love for us to go shopping together.”

Euphemia reached out and took your hand into hers. She ran her thumb over each of your knuckles.

“I noticed that Regulus has your locket around his neck.”

You blushed at that before holding your left hand out that had his ring on it. “We kind of traded.”

Euphemia wanted to cry at the sight of the Black family ring on your hand. Maybe this relationship was a lot more serious than she expected? Possibly, Regulus was the one? Euphemia suddenly had the feeling that she and Walburga would be dealing with each other for the rest of their natural lives.

“Your father and I did something like that when we started dating. Y/n, this is going to be the awkward part for both of us. I realize now how serious this relationship is. Maybe we should consider putting you on some form of birth control.”

You winced.

“Mum…”

Euphemia shook her head.

“Let me finish. Y/n, I’m old. I’ve been around for a while and know how hormones work. I am only wanting to protect you. You are a very responsible girl but if the two of you should want to sleep together...I want to make sure that you are safe.”

You blushed, knowing the next statement was going to be a real shock for Euphemia to hear.

“We did use something.”

Euphemia’s face went pale upon hearing that. She blinked a few times before fanning her face.

“Already? You used something?”

You closed your eyes nodding.

“Yes, mum. There are spells...all kinds of charms but if you want to go to your...your….”

Why was it so awkward to talk to your mother about sex? Maybe it was because the two of you had never really had this kind of conversation before? Sure, there was the initial talk about “how sex” happened and that was painful enough. Both James and yourself were wincing and blushing the whole time. It was as painful for Fleamont and Euphemia as it was for their children.

“Gynecologist?”

Euphemia finished your sentence as you blushed harder. You could only nod as your mother considered her next sentence.

“Yes, Y/n. I think that is a good idea. For the time being, let’s keep this between us. There are some things that your father and brother don’t need to know.”

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