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ponderingmoonlight · 24 days

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Chapter 2: Reluctant Allies

Pairing: Gojo x fem! reader

Warnings: language, domestic violence, thank y'all for sharing your experience with me, it helped me so much understanding childhood trauma and made me transform it into this fic <3

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„I heard about your failures, (y/n).”

Your mouth reacts faster than your mind.

“Maybe I’d do better if you get me away from that ass school”, you mutter more to yourself than your father.

A brutal slap sends you straight back to reality and your heart into your throat. Fuck, you’re not talking to Gojo Satoru here, your time at Jujutsu High didn’t do you any favour apparently. The man in front of you wearing that dark blue kimono is none other than your father. Or better said, the man who is responsible for your lousy existence on this planet.

Being a father is a wide stretch for that monster.

“Watch how you talk to me, (y/n). I sent you to Jujutsu High in order to become better than that Gojo brat, so that you bring honor to the Zenin clan. But all you accomplished this far is a grade 2”, he hisses through gritted teeth.

The stinging smell of sake sticks to his presence like glue and makes your guts turn almost instantly. When will this madness finally stop? What on earth are you supposed to do when Gojo Satoru is the honoured one? You studied the way he fights over and over, tried to gain as much information as possible regarding his abilities. But still…

“The only way to get better than him is to kill him”, you press out.

“Maybe you’re simply not strong enough, (y/n). I told you right from the start you can’t surpass me, even though you’re older than me-”

“I’m your twin sister, you fucking fool”, you spit at the other man who emerges from the shadows like the frightful little monster he is.

Since the day you were born, you held a strong dislike for Naoya and how he was worshipped in contrast to the way they treated you. The genius, the youngest, the most promising of Nabito’s children who left you standing in the rain, who forced you into Jujutsu High. If there’s a reason apart from the fact that you are a Zenin for your miserable life, it’s him.

Him, who’s now standing in front of you like a statue with a shit-eating grin plastered on his usual so cold features.

“And still, you are the weakest out of this whole clan. I could wipe you from the surface of earth without even blinking, so watch how you talk to me, brat.”

You know all too well that his words aren’t true. No, you trained your ass off these last months, surpassed your classmates by miles. The teachers at Jujutsu High told you over and over how special you are, that you are stronger than any jujutsu sorcerer these last decades. If it wasn’t for him…

Fucking Gojo Satoru. If they wouldn’t constantly compare you to him, they’d begin to see how well you do, that you are just as capable as Naoya is. But instead, they forced a task on you you’ll never be able to achieve. How on earth are you supposed to be better than the honoured one? You clench your hands into fists so tight that blood spills and lift yourself off the ground, cheek hurting like hell. No, no matter how unimaginable the task is, you have to do it, you have to prove them wrong. Even if it means that you need to beat him, even if it means you are forced to spend even more time with that douchebag.

You will beat Gojo Satoru, no matter what it costs.

“Just watch me surpass you then, Naoya.”

“I can’t wait to see you try, loser.”

-back at Jujutsu High-

“Wait a minute, what the fuck is he doing here?”

All you wanted to do was going to the training field and running your heart out when Masamichi Yaga stopped you mid-way. Your heart is still pounding roughly against your ribcage in sheer anger, cheek hurting like hell from the well-timed slap your father gave you earlier this day. And now there’s him, Gojo Satoru, sitting on a chair with his long legs stretched out onto the table in front of him and Geto rolling his eyes.

Well, seeing that dumb smirk on that idiot’s face definitely makes you wish to be back at the Zenin’s estate though.

“Would you sit down before causing a scene, (y/n)?”, your teacher mutters while squeezing the bridge of his nose in sheer annoyance.

You snort to yourself while crossing the room, carefully avoiding those devilish blue orbs like a plague on the way to the free seat next to Geto. To be honest, you never allowed yourself a feeling similar to affection when it came to your comrades. No matter how many times Yu brought you sweets, no matter how often Geto trained with you. The second a spark of feelings other than disinterest and anger ascends, you do anything in your power to trample it to death. No, in your world, there is no place for stupid things like that.

Not even Geto’s charming smile can change this.

“I’m sat. Now tell me why that douchebag is breathing the same air as me.”

“Douchebag? I hope you’re not talking about me, disgusting (y/n).”

Gojo’s sing-sang voice stings in your ear, annoys you straight to your already troubled core. God, how are you supposed to avoid him when you get forced together by that cursed school every single time? You have already seen him twice this week, way too much for even a month.

“Why can’t you just shut up once, Gojo scum?”

“You calling me a scum when your family is out there murdering? Look at your pathetic self, (y/n). Your cheek wasn’t bruised when I saw you yesterday. What happened, huh? Daddy must have been pretty upset with your dumbass as it seems. I know you went on a little family trip this morning, looks like it was definitely worth it. Send your father my kindest regards.”

Something inside you snaps. Before Geto is able to get a hold of your trembling body, you get off your chair and yank Gojo’s puny figure towards the ground, eyes locked with his dirty gaze. Oh, that asshole knows exactly what buttons he has to press in order to send you over the edge, he knows exactly that your family will always be your weak spot.

And Gojo Satoru definitely has no problem with using that knowledge to destroy you from the inside out.

“Do you really think you can hurt me with your words? Don’t you think I’m used to hearing stuff like this after years of living with that family?”, you suddenly press out.

For a split second, Satoru’s eyes widen in surprise. That look on your face, it reminds him of the day when he met you, when you heard your nanny’s voice shouting after you. A spark of…

Pain. Despair. Anger.

It wasn’t a secret to anyone how badly members of the Zenin clan were treated by their own family. Fuck, after all he always witnessed those fresh bruises decorating your body when you came back from a trip home. How many times Geto told him to not talk about your family, to not stress you any further when you returned from your family. It was in his nature to make fun of you. You’re a Zenin, right? The worst enemy of the Gojo clan, right?

But for the first time since his childhood, a gleam of sorrow sparks up his usual so cold heart when it comes to you. He really feels…sorry.

Until your eyes get as cold as before. Until his mind snaps back to reality with a shake of his head, back into the word where you pin him against the ground, ready to beat the shit out of him.

“Cry about it.”

The words escape his lips automatically, trained on mocking you at any given opportunity since he was a child.

Without saying another word, you lift yourself off the ground and press him down with your foot one last time before Geto finally gets a hold of you and drags you backwards. Oh, you are so used to his cruel words that they don’t even hurt you anymore. No, instead a numb feeling takes over your chest, drags the wave of emotions that ran over you away. You rip your gaze away from him and return to your seat, wordlessly staring at the teacher in front of you.

“So, what’s the point of this pity party?”, you question.

“I have a mission for you.”

“A mission for me?”, you repeat in sheer disbelief.

Oh, this feeling crawling up your spine makes your guts turn. Normally, getting called in like this and being assigned with an important mission is the best that can happen. After all, a lot of these missions lead to you ranking up to a grade 2. But being in the same room as him…

Your eyes drift over Gojo ever so slightly, catching the way he already stares at you with wiggling eyebrows.

“A mission for all of you”, the man standing in front of you clarifies.

Fuck. You don’t even care about the way he explains the mission, how Geto scolds Gojo for not listening and making dumb jokes. No, all you can do is stare at him in sheer horror. Him, the honoured one sitting only one seat away from you. All this time you were forced into going on missions with others, but luckily it was never him. Somehow you always managed to stay with Yu or Geto. Fuck, why not Nanami? You were supposed to stay away from him, to get better than him. But instead you’ll have to work with him by your side? Him, Gojo Satoru?

“Ain’t no way I’m going with that white ferret by my side.”

You’re already jumping out of your seat, ready to leave the room without looking back. Fuck that mission, fuck the potential of getting better. Nothing is worth spending one or even more days together with that douchebag.

“Even if it means getting ranked as grade 1 if you’re successful?”

Wait…what? Your ears perk up, eyes darting towards the tall man standing in front of you with his arms crossed over his chest. Is he serious about that? Getting ranked as a grade 1 would surely benefit you in your goal, especially since Naoya and your father are special grade 1 sorcerers… You’ve been here for a few weeks, already ranked up to a grade 2. It would bring honor to your family if you achieved getting ranked up just below the special grade so rapidly.

And this would mean you’re finally gaining a tiny bit of freedom, a tiny bit of the appreciation you fucking deserve.

“Come on, (y/n). I will keep an eye on him. We’ll get it done together.”

There it is again, the oh so charismatic smile of the black-haired man next to you. Is this really worth it? Your mind wanders back and forth, head almost exploding underneath the pressure. If you decline an important mission like this, your father will beat the shit out of you. But on the other hand, he’ll punish you as well as soon as he finds out that you purposely spend time with Gojo Satoru. Still…

Your nails dig into your thighs, head lowered. This is the best chance you get in order to become a special grade and beat that douchebag sooner or later.

“Only under one condition.”

All pairs of eyes are set on you as thick silence hangs in the room. You raise your head again proudly, the deadly gleam in your eyes making even Gojo stop in his tracks.

“What is it?”

“Don’t you dare to talk to me, let alone get in my way, Gojo scum”, you hiss through gritted teeth.

“Oh dear Zenin brat”, the white-haired boy sighs, casually lying back in his chair.

“Don’t you dare to cry for my help, then.”

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embrosegraves · 2 months

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𝕃𝕒 𝔽𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕒 𝔸𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕠

(request) Fernando Alonso x Fem!Wife!Reader Family Picnic <3333

Warnings: I did have to consult Google Translate for some of the Spanish

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It was a good day. The sun was out, the temperature wasn’t too hot and the breeze was nice and cool. It would’ve been a crime if you didn’t take advantage of the beautiful weather.

You shook your husband beside you. He grumbled half awake, turned over and tried to go to sleep again. You rolled your eyes at him. No matter what Fernando said to the contrary, he was getting old and as much as he didn’t like it, it definitely showed. You knew there was only one other way to make sure that Fernando was awake and out of the bed.

“If you don’t get up right this second, I’m not going to let you touch me until the next F1 season.” You grunted while using as much of your strength as you could to push him off the bed. He landed on the ground with a loud THUD.

“Hijo de puta!” He exclaimed as he hit the floor. [Motherfucker!]

“Oye! Watch your mouth, your kids are in the next room!” If it wasn’t funny, you might’ve sounded more angry at his foul language. [Hey!]

“What did I do to deserve this?” Fernando peeked his head over the side of the bed, taking his sweet time getting up.

“If you had listened the first time I told you to get up, we wouldn’t be having this discussion, would we?” You asked, getting out of the bed and walking towards the ensuite. “Now stop whining, I need to get the kids up and ready. I have plans for today.”

“You’ve been spending too much time around my mother.” Fernando finally stood up, and went to grab a shirt from the closet. “You’re becoming just like her.”

“Good!” You shouted through the closed bathroom door. “Ana is an amazing woman!”

Fernando could only shake his head in amusement, as he made his way out of the bedroom and into the hallway leading him to his children’s rooms. He first went to the opposite end of the hallway, knowing it would be easier to wake up his oldest children first. He knocked on the furthest door and waited.

“Yeah?” Fernando could hear that his eldest daughter, Marcella, had only just woken up.

“Mamá has plans for today. Get dressed to go outside por favor.”

“Bueno! I’ll be out in a bit.”

Satisfied that Marcella was now awake and getting dressed, Fernando made his way to the next room. Knocking on the door, he wasn’t expecting for it to open. But apparently his son had other ideas.

“Sí Papá?” Fernando Jr was his father’s carbon copy. A fact that Fernando just loved mentioning whenever he could. So you could avoid the confusion when talking to them both, you had started calling your son Junior.

Fernando smiled and ruffled his son’s hair. “Your Mamá has something planned, so get dressed to go out.”

“Oye! I just brushed my hair!”

“You sound like your mother.” Fernando said as he walked off and towards the last door.

“Good! Mamá is amazing!”

Chuckling, Fernando gently opened the door that led to the nursery. He flicked the light on and stood in the doorway, just watching his twins’ little chests rise and fall as they slept. He almost didn’t want to wake them at all, but he knew that they would have the best time with whatever it was you had planned. Walking quietly he moved further into the nursery. Softly caressing their faces, Fernando woke them up as gently as he could.

“Hola Pequeños. Buenos Días.” He made sure to keep his voice quiet when he saw their eyes open. [Hey Little Ones. Good morning.]

“Hola Papá.” said his youngest daughter, Magdalena. Her little voice was still riddled with sleep. She was lethargic as she crawled into her father’s arms, wrapping her tiny ones around Fernando’s neck as he rubbed her back.

“¿Dormiste bien, Princesa?” she nodded her little head, too tired to speak. [Did you sleep well, Princess?]

By now Magdalena’s twin, Pedro, had sat up and was rubbing his eyes with his tiny fists. He yawned and also made his way onto his father’s lap.

“¿Dónde está Mamá?” he asked. [Where is Mummy?”

“¿Deberíamos ir a buscarla?” Fernando received two little nods so he wrapped an arm securely around each of the twins and slowly walked out of their room. [Should we go look for her?]

Fernando walked towards the kitchen where he could hear you making breakfast. He could see Marcella and Junior going to sit down at the kitchen island, talking to each other about what teams they thought were going to do well during the Formula 1 season.

Once everyone was done with eating breakfast, Marcella and Junior grabbed Pedro and Magdalena from their high chairs and went to help them change into some appropriate clothes for the day. Nando started cleaning up the breakfast dishes while you had gotten started on making some sandwiches.

“What’s on the agenda today, Mi Amor?” Fernando asked, placing the last clean dish on the drying rack.

“I was checking the weather for today before you got out of bed, and I’ve decided that we’re going to have a family picnic.” You replied, packing the sandwiches into ziploc bags and setting them aside. “I was thinking, we go to your parent’s house and ask if they’d like to join us.”

Fernando came up beside you and started to help prepare little snacks for your children. “You know if we go there and ask, my mother will insist we have it on their property?”

“Oh you think this plan is spontaneous?” The look on your face almost made Fernando nervous.

“It’s not?”

You laughed and bumped him with your hip. “Amor, Ana and I have been planning this outing for weeks. You and your father are the only ones who didn’t know. No doubt Ana has told José by now, just like I am telling you now.”

Moving to the fridge to grab some fruit that needed to be cut, you kept talking to him about the plan you had concocted with Ana.

“Your mother had called me the other week saying how she misses you because you’re always travelling with Formula One, so I told her you were home this weekend. We started planning pretty quickly after that. Originally the plan was for Lorena and her children to join us as well, but something came up so Lorena is out being a successful and wonderful mother. We were always going to go to your parents- wash and cut the strawberries please- because they have the most space for Junior and the twins to run around.

“And of course, Marcella will want somewhere with shade and that big awning over the pool and garden is just perfect for her. And your mother pointed out that at some point the twins will get tired so going to your parents’ means that the twins can sleep in the guest room there so we don’t have to leave and go home early.”

“Women scare me sometimes.” Fernando handed you the strawberries and you put them into a tupperware container before putting them in the basket you had found to put all the food in.

“Good. It’s a healthy fear to have.” You said before yelling out to the kids that it was time to go.

Junior ran down the stairs holding Pedro while Marcella followed behind him with Magdalena at a much slower pace.

“Junior, don't run with your brother, you could drop him.”

“Lo siento Mamá.” Junior said sheepishly. [Sorry Mum.]

You opened your mouth to speak again but before you could, your phone started ringing in your pocket. Pulling it out, you saw it was Ana calling you. With a smile on your face you quickly answered the call.

“Hola Ana! … Claro si-” You had begun walking to your office while you spoke with your mother in law. Fernando grabbed Pedro from Junior and had started ushering the children out to the car. [Hello Ana! … Of course yes-]

Marcella had become a professional at getting the twins in the car when you weren’t around, and Fernando was forever confused at how she had managed to get them to listen. Fernando had even asked her one day how she managed it but all she did was give him a wink and continued to do her schoolwork.

Just as Fernando closed Marcella’s car door, you walked out of the house, phone and picnic basket in hand. When you got closer to the car, Fernando grabbed the picnic basket and put it in the boot of the car. Walking back, he opened and closed the passenger door for you before getting into the driver’s seat.

The drive to Fernando’s parents wasn’t an extremely long journey. The 30 minute drive was spent listening to your young children blabber on about the scenery or about the kids at school.

The only one of your children who wasn’t talking often was Marcella. The 16-year-old was texting on her phone with a smile on her face. Fernando had looked in the rearview mirror at her.

“Who are you texting Cariño?”

Marcella’s smile dissipated. “No one.”

“Are you sure? You were smiling pretty big.”

“It was no one Papá.”

“I just want-” You smacked Fernando’s shoulder. You had spoken about how to approach this kind of situation years ago, when you had been pregnant with Marcella. Fernando went to start complaining but you interrupted him.

“No, you will stop talking. If Marcella is texting someone, it is not our business.” You turned as much as you could in your seat to look at your daughter. “However, I do have two questions about them. One, how old are they? And two, do they make you happy?”

Your daughter smiled at you, “They’re only a month older than me and they make me very happy.”

“Then that’s all I care about.”

Eventually you arrived at your In-Law’s. Everyone got out of the car and your children ran to the front door where their grandparents were waiting with arms open, ready for hugs.

You greeted your father-in-law with a hug and a kiss to both his cheeks. You laughed when he made a joke about putting Fernando to work, getting the things from the car.

“Of course! He’s been annoying lately so he’s got to make up for it.”

You gave José one more hug before greeting Ana and walking inside with her. You heard Jose say something to Fernando that made you giggle.

“You know, ‘Happy Wife, Happy Life’ isn’t just a saying, right?”

By the time the men had made it to the backyard, you and Ana had laid out the big picnic blanket and started making the drinks for the adults to enjoy. Fernando would have one drink at the beginning before sticking to water for the remainder of the day as he would be driving home. Ana had taken the basket from Fernando and began to set out the food you had prepared. You had finished the drinks and handed them out, rolling your eyes when you heard Fernando talking to his father about what happened in the car earlier with Marcella.

“Fernando, I swear if I hear you talking about this again, you’re sleeping on the couch.”

“I just wanted to make sure she was being careful! That’s my little girl.” He said, thanking you for the drink before turning to his dad. “What would you have done, Papá?”

“Don’t involve me. I had no issues with Lorena.”

“Mi Amor, do you remember when we were teenagers and I spent two weeks living with you and your family?”

“Of course I remember. Two of the best weeks of my life.” He smirked and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“Yeah well, I spent those two weeks not speaking to my father because he kept asking me about my ‘secret boyfriend’. He never stopped asking about you so I stopped talking to him for two weeks. And I’m stubborn so if my mamá hadn’t knocked some sense into him, I would have never spoken to him again. Do you really want that with Marcella?”

Fernando looked a little heartbroken and ashamed of how he had treated the situation. He had known that something had happened between you and your father but he didn’t realise it was like that.

“I don’t think I’d ever forgive myself if she stopped talking to me.”

“So don’t push her. She will come to us when she’s ready.” You said, squeezing him in comfort. “Now let’s put this out of our minds and enjoy a picnic with our children. Vamos.”

This took me so long 😭😭😭 I wanted to make sure I was 100% happy with it

This definitely would've been so much bigger but I didn't want to make everyone wait even longer.

As always, likes, replies and reblogs are always appreciated <3

(also do you guys think it would be a good idea for me to set up a paypal or a kofi for my fics? I've been thinking about it a lot recently but idk)

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herlondonboy · 1 year

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Beauty And The Beast

Pairings: Tyler Galpin x gn!reader / Wednesday Addams x twin!reader

Summary: Tyler helps you realise that you really don’t deserve to love.

Warnings: angst kind, manipulation. I write this whilst I was supposed to be tidying my room.

Word Count: 1.0k

You never believed that you deserved the love your parents got; the love you see in movies or love at all. You weren’t as smart or as cunning as Wednesday and you weren’t as funny or kind as Pugsley. You found yourself wanting to be your siblings. You wanted the the relationship that they had. You wanted Wednesday to protect you from bullies in a bittersweet manner, you wanted Pugsley to talk to you, period.

You didn’t know what happened or what went wrong, but Morticia and Gomez somehow ended up with you as a child. Maybe you were switched with someone else in the hospital because you didn’t feel like an Addams. You felt like an outcast in your own family. You liked colour, you weren’t abnormally pale, your touch was warm. You were you and that was enough for your family, so why wasn’t it enough for you?

When your sister was sent to Nevermore, and your parents decided it was best for you to tag along, you almost began to despise them. It only got worse when you found out you had a single room, closed off from the rest of the school. It was like you were being punished for no reason.

You were exiled by the world’s outlaws.

It didn’t take long for you to realise that you weren’t welcome there. You started taking long walks down to Jericho after your last period just to sit in the back booth of the Weathervane and write down all of the reasons you didn’t deserve to be an Addams. The book was nearly halfway full.

But one uneventful Thursday, a barista, the youngest one that you had seen working in here, walked over to you. “May I sit?” He asked, a kind smile on his face. You nodded hesitantly as he sat. God, how you wished you could turn back time and tell him no. “My name’s Tyler.”

“Hello, Tyler.” You smiled at him, looking down. You felt like if you looked any longer you’d drown in his eyes. “Uhm, y/n.” You held out your hand.

“Oh, I know.” Tyler said, shaking it. “I’m not stalking you, I just… we have to put names on the cups, remember?” He said at your raised eyebrow. You chuckled slightly and he cleared his throat. “I know that we don’t know each other, but i was hoping that we could get to know each other.”

“I didn’t think it was so easy to make me cringe.” You joked, smiling at his blush. “I’d love to get to know you, Tyler.”

“Oh! Great, uh, great, yeah.” He stammered. It was as if he was expecting a swift ‘no.’ “Uhm, here. My number.” He handed you a piece of paper. “Call me. O-or text me, whatever you prefer. Uh, bye.”

From then on, your alone time at the Weathervane became your Tyler Time. Your notebook hadn’t been touched in weeks and there was a predominant smile etched onto your face. For the first time, you actually felt like you deserved to be loved. Tyler saw what no one else did. Tyler saw you. Not y/n Addams - not Wednesday Addams’ abnormal twin. You.

Tyler had asked you to be his date for the Rave’N and you said yes. It was a great nice. Excluding how the normies put red paint in the sprinklers and drenched everyone in a blood-like substance; how Tyler ran away towards the end; and how Wednesday’s friend was attacked by the monster she was hunting.

The first, and last, time you kissed Tyler, something happened. You blacked out and then suddenly you were watching Tyler turn into a beast and murder Kinbott, your therapist. And then you watched him attack Eugene Otinger. And then you watched him talking to someone about how you would help him get insider information on Wednesday. It was awful, like everything you had gone through to allow yourself to love was wasted. You gasped awake in Tyler’s arms as he looked into your eyes, concern written all over his face and you wondered. Was any of it ever real?

“I’m okay.” You mumbled. “I just- I need to go.” You rushed out of the Weathervane. Tyler watched until you were out of his view. You sobbed all the way to Nevermore, hugging yourself as you made your way to your sister’s room.

Wednesday looked almost alarmed when she saw the state you were in. “y/n?” She asked and her voice made you break down.

“It’s Tyler.” You said, standing awkwardly in front of her. You’d kill for a hug right now, but this is Wednesday that you’re talking about. “I kissed him and had this vision thing and saw him attacking Eugene Otinger and I-“ You choked on your words, finding it so hard to breathe. “I thought he really liked me too. I thought… I thought that I deserved love, but it’s all my fault.”

“y/n, nothing is your fault.” Wednesday said softly.

You shook your head. “It is. I told him things about you, us, the school, because I thought I could trust him.” You clenched your eyes shut, sadness dissipating into anger. “I’m so stupid. Of course he didn’t love me. Stupid, stupid.” You began hitting your head in frustration.

“y/n, stop.” Wednesday said, but you didn’t. She grabbed your hands and pulled you into a hug.

You cried into her shoulder. “I want to go home, Wednesday. Home was bad, but it was so much better than this.” You told her. “I loved him and he-"

“y/n, Tyler manipulated you and conditioned you into thinking about him like that. He used you to get to me. You are not at fault here. You let yourself believe that you can be loved, y/n. That’s good. I’m sorry that I wasn’t here for you.”

It wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t your fault. You could love again if you let yourself, but would you?

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teymars · 7 months

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Imagine reader giving birth to twins boys

they become 14YO, and they are famous in the clan as troublemakers and Neteyam and reader have to deal with them ..

Ah isn’t that CUTE!!!

THIS IS SUCH A CUTESIE IDEA !!

-no warnings, just some fluff, family dynamics & sweet Dad(dy)!Neteyam (also mentions of bullying + fights if that counts??)

Loud caterwauling blasted throughout the camp, reaching you and Neteyam from within your family-hut. You glanced at your mate, resisting the incredible urge to roll your eyes, there were only two possible candidates for the source of that noise.

“Pshh, I’ll go sort it out, again.” Neteyam sighed, chucking his hands up in defeat. He quickly rose from his spot next to you and hightailed it to the awaiting ‘crime’ scene. For the past few weeks, your twin 14 year-old sons had been causing fights consistently amongst the clan’s young trainees.

You crouched for a moment, subconsciously counting down the moments before your lover’s deep, authoritative voice boomed over the ruckus outside. “BOYS, GET OVER HERE!!” The scolding your two son’s were now receiving increased in volume as Neteyam dragged them both by the neck, back into your hut.

“Ma ‘Teyam-” he cut you off swiftly “How many times do I have to repeat myself to you two?? You can’t just go around fighting people!” Neteyam bellowed, his tail thrashing angrily behind him.

“Sorry, Sir. It was my fault.” Tsyalu, the youngest twin, piped up bashfully. He tried hard to avoid his fathers menacing gaze. “That’s bullsh- ugf’ come on bro, you and I both know Rahaylo deserved it!” The eldest, Myerìn, blurted without shame, barely managing to dodge using ‘foul language’ infront of both his parents.

“Enough, I don’t care wether it was ‘deserved’. Tsy, you have to stop taking the heat for this skxawng! And YOU-” Neteyam gestured to a smirking Myerìn “-need to quit causing trouble, you read me??” Both boys nodded silently before stalking off to different parts of the hut.

You had observed the scolding, originally aiming to hold back a chuckle of amusement, until something in Tsy’s gaze and the way he spoke left you irked. You sat quietly beside him, assisting in preparing the fruits for dinner. Thankfully neither him nor his brother had been injured in the skirmish, you noted.

“What is the matter, sweet child?” You cooed, stroking the side of his cheek as slight tears swelled in his defeated eyes. “It’s nothing, mama..” the boy assured you, trying to hide his face. “Don’t be silly Tsyalu, you can tell me what’s wrong.” You encouraged, faintly aware of your husband’s ears flicking in interest at your conversation, as he watched from his place by the fire-pit.

“Well, we only keep fighting-” he broke off in a quiet sob “-be-because Rahaylo has been bullying me..” Both you and Neteyam fell stock-still at his words, feeling an onslaught of guilt overcome you. “Yea, and Dad told us to stick up for ourselves, so we did.” Myerìn informed, rather nonchalantly. Neteyam looked almost shell-shocked, having realised the poor communication that led to all this.

He moved closer to where you and both your sons were now crouched, reaching down to rest a hand on each boy’s shoulder comfortingly. “I’m sorry, boy. I had no idea.. why didn’t you say anything about this though? Violence is not a good way to solve these issues.” Neteyam offered, sounding solemn. “I- we didn’t want you to think we are weak, we thought you’d be proud of us, because we are brave like you.”

“Oh, Tsy..” you whispered, feeling ashamed that your children ever had to feel that way. “I am proud of you, both of you. So is your mother.. we just don’t want to see you both fighting all the time.” Your mate assured them, providing both with a warm embrace. “It is okay to come to us when somebody causes you trouble, we will help you, I promise.” He continued, allowing you to curl up at his side, joining the family hug. They both hummed in understanding.

“We are pretty brave though, right Dad?” Tsyalu whispered. “Just like you?” Myerìn added, hopefully. “Of course you are! You’re the bravest little warriors this clan has ever seen.” You and Neteyam chirped, nuzzling both boy’s foreheads affectionately. The twins smiled contentedly, feeling relieved as they relished within their father’s hard-earned approval.

“Sooo, who won?” Neteyam mused, smirking at his sons pridefully. “Neteyam!” You chided, smacking the back of his head playfully.

“Oel ngati kameie, my sons.”

Sorry this is a little short, I hope it lives up to what you had in mind! 🤍

Neteyam be getting some insane flashbacks 😭

#neteyam sully #avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #avatar #atwow #neteyam #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan #atwow fanfiction #avatar2 #neteyam x you #dad!neteyam #neteyam x reader

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theyhavetakenovermylife · 3 months

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Hi there, I just stumbled upon your posts and I’m in love with the Sons of Leonardo one! 🤍 can you write more about Leo and his family, maybe about how his brothers get along with their nephews and niece? 💙💙💙

Plz and thank you!!

Love Of Uncles (Fluff)

Bayverse!Leonardo x reader

A/N: I most certainly can! Hope you didn’t wait too long💙 I’ve had this idea, that even when the guys get married and have children, they would still live together as a sort of collective, each with their own area/rooms where they, their partners and the kids sleep. With that being said, they see their uncles, aunts, grandpa and cousins everyday, making them pretty close💙

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Warnings: Spelling💙

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“Are you sure you got her?”, Leo asked in a worried tone, watching as Donatello hugged Valentina closely against him, the 2 year old happily resting her head against her uncle.

“I got it, Leo”, Donnie answered, leaning his head towards his niece, causing the young girl to giggle. “I have twins. I know how to take care of a child”.

“I know, I know”, Leo said with a sigh, the worry still clear in his eyes. “But if anything happens-”.

“Nothing is going to happen Leo”, you said, cutting your husband off. “Like Donnie said, he got her”.

Leo looked at you with an almost pained expression on his face. He had never been a big fan of leaving your kids behind in the lair, without at least one of you to look after them. Especially not while your youngest was still a toddler. In the two years that had made up Valentina’s life so far, Leo had gone up an extra step in his protectiveness, both him and your sons making sure that there was nothing that could harm her in the slightest.

You and Leo had finally decided to go spend some couple time alone in April and Casey’s cabin. It had been his brothers’ idea, seeing how having four kids at very different ages was starting to take a toll on you. Sure, you had 18 year old Romeo to help out, but with his new found freedom and enjoyment for the world above, you did not want to force him into staying in the lair and taking care of his siblings.

“Don’s right, Leo”, Mikey said, walking by carrying Luis and Gerardo under each arm, the 12 year old cousins laughing and having the time of their life, as 10 year old Ragnar followed behind, poking at their feet. “We got them, like we always do. Isn’t that right, Raph?”, Mikey called out for the turtle in red.

“Sure we do”, Raph said, watching with a proud smile as Joan and Marcello showed Minerva how to punch a punching bag, exactly the way he had taught them.

“I’m still not too comfortable with it”, Leo sighed, already imagining all the ways things could go wrong while he wasn’t there.

“Leonardo”, sounded Master Splinter’s voice from the entranced to the dojo, 16 year old Galileo and 18 year old Romeo’s heads poking out of the door as Splinter made his way over to his oldest son, making sure he did not step in Dorothy, Marie and Sunny’s little get together at the end of the staircase. “There’s no reason to be worried. You and (Y/N) can safely go on your trip while we look after the kids”.

“Not that we need any looking after”, Marcello called out from the other side of the lair. “Last time I checked, it was only Valentina that still wore a diaper”.

“Hey!”, Romeo yelled out from the dojo sliding doors, his attention directed at his younger brother. “Be nice!”

“I did nothing!”, Marcello yelled back, starting a loud argument between the two, yelling from each side of the room. Leo sighed loudly and rubbed the bridge of his beak. This was one of the many things he feared would happen.

“Romeo! Marcello!”, Splinter yelled with a stern voice, tapping his cane against the ground with a loud bang, causing your sons to cease their fighting. “No fighting!”

“Sorry, grandpa Splinter”, they both mumbled, looking sheepishly at their feet. You tried to hide your smile as Splinter turned to Leo, a smug smile on his snout. “I believe we got them under control”.

“Well”, Leo said reluctantly. “I guess you’re right…”

“Of course he’s right!”, you said, tossing your bag in your husband's direction, causing him to blink in surprise when he caught it. “Now, let’s go. We should have left 20 minutes ago!”, you continued, pushing him towards the exit of the lair, as he called out the last few reminders to his brothers.

“Donnie! Remember that Valentina has sensitive skin! No soaps with perfumes! Remember what I told you about her sleeping schedule! Mikey! No milk to Gerardo! He’s lactose intolerant!”

“I’ve known that for the last 12 years!”, Mikey called back with a big smile, enjoying the laughter of Luis, Gerado and Ragnar as they hung onto the back of his shell.

“Raph!”, Leo continued, almost playing tug of war with you in order to get him out of the door. “Remember Marcello’s bedtime! He gets grumpy when he doesn’t get his sleep!”

“Dad, I’m 15!”, Marcello yelled back.

“Yeah, but your sleep schedule is still worse than uncle Donnie’s!”, Leo said, causing Donnie’s children to snicker. “Oh! And dad!”, Leo continued, the old rat nodding. “Please make sure Romeo doesn’t get himself stuck in the dojo all night”.

Splinter chuckled as a blush crept up on Romeo’s cheeks. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure of it”.

“We’ll call when we get there!”, Leo called out, before you finally managed to pull the loud turtle out of the exit.

“No we won’t”, you retorted, turning your attention back towards your kids. “Be nice to your uncles while we’re gone, and your aunts when they get home from work. We’ll see you on Sunday. Love you all, bye!” And with those words you pushed Leo out of the lair, hurrying towards April and Casey's apartment, so you could borrow their car like they had promised you you could. That left your kids in the care of their uncles, and honestly, it was nowhere as bad as Leo had thought it would be. The only problem they stumbled upon was Valentina asking for you and Leo with the few words she had, followed by a few minutes of crying. However she was quickly comforted in the arms of her uncle, soon giggling and smiling all over again.

After a few hours, the brothers’ partners returned from work for the weekend, ready to enjoy it with their extended family. With their return, Mikey and his wife went into the kitchen to cook dinner, closely followed by Sunny, Luis, Gerardo and Ragnar, all while Raph was throwing a ball to Marcello and Joan, Mini was curled up beside her mother on the couch, watching television as she knitted, while Donnie and his wife was playing with Valentina and his daughters, and Romeo and Gali was training in the dojo with grandpa Splinter.

Once dinner was made and the table was set, the large family gathered to eat together. No matter how big your strange family got, it had always been a rule that the family ate together. Even though each brother may have a hallway, containing bedrooms for themselves and all of their children, the living area, kitchen and dining area was still common areas, where they all would spend time together.

It was a little strange not to have you and Leo at the dining table, but they managed, talking and making plans for the weekend. You and Leo’s kids would have so much fun, that they wouldn’t even notice that the two of you were gone, bringing you some much needed time to relax.

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Still Crazy After All These Years (Bucky Egan x OC)

Summary: It's a perfect Saturday evening in spring, which means only one thing for the Egans: baseball (specifically their son's Little League game).

Note: Fluffy post-war fic of Holly and Bucky being unhinged Little League parents (but we love them for it🥲) Do not interact if you're under 18, terf or radfem, or post thinspo/ED content.

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: None.

“C’mon ump, that was out!” Bucky shouted from the bleachers. “Foul ball my as—butt,” he muttered to Holly, who had three-year-old Cynthia in her lap, her chestnut hair pulled up in twin ponytails that blew along with the late spring breeze.

The mid-May air was heavy with DC’s summer creeping up on them. The swampy, humid season dragged along until he finally reached fall’s reprieve. Spring was perfect, though, with its early season baseball games and cherry blossom festival.

“It’s ridiculous.” Holly shook her head, her hand in the bag of pretzels she brought along, having carefully broken some into smaller pieces for Cindy.

“Who’s pitching? Is that the Baker kid?”

She nodded. “Yeah, Terry and Lynn’s youngest boy, Danny. He’s pretty good when he’s focused.”

“I can’t see,” Cindy pouted.

“Come on up, princess,” Bucky said, lifting his daughter and holding her on his hip. “Better?”

She nodded, wrapping her small arms around him as best as she could.

“You know, when you’re a little older, they have leagues just like this for girls.”

“Honey.”

“I’m just letting Cindy know she has options!”

“Where’s Henry?” Cindy asked.

“You see him, right over there?” Bucky pointed at the boy playing shortstop whose dark, curly hair was barely contained beneath his blue baseball cap, a big orange ‘B’ for Bears embroidered on it. All of the local Little League teams were named after some type of animal, and Henry’s game schedule made him feel like he was in the Wizard of Oz with how many lions and tigers and bears were on the sheet of paper he brought home from his first day of practice.

“Henry! It’s Cindy!” she shouted, waving frantically at her brother.

The boy looked up, waving in the general direction of his family. Bucky and Holly had been in the middle of packing up the Christmas decorations when Henry asked them if he could sign up for the neighborhood Little League team that upcoming spring. Holly nearly dropped a box of glass ornaments in excitement.

Watching a major league game, Yankees or not, paled in comparison to cheering on for his own son. Even strikeouts and missed catches made Bucky overwhelmed with pride, because Henry was out there trying, making mistakes he could improve on in their backyard with Bucky’s encouragement to buoy Henry’s spirits if he felt a little discouraged—or got distracted. He had to give the coach credit. Keeping the attention of a dozen six- and seven-year-old boys long enough to teach them how to play a decent game of baseball couldn’t have been an easy feat.

“Out!” the umpire shouted.

Holly clapped as Henry’s team left the field to line up near home plate. “Now we’re talking.”

The kid batting before Henry hit a pop fly and was out before he could even make it a few feet from home plate. Bucky heard Holly take a deep breath when Henry walked up to bat. First pitch was a strike, but the second was almost perfect, the crack of the bat breaking through the crowd’s murmuring. The ball flew into the outfield, landing just in front of the chain link fence that separated the baseball field from the playground.

“Nice hit, Henry!” Bucky shouted.

Holly jumped up, bag of pretzels spilling across the bleachers. “Way to go, sweetheart!”

Bucky grabbed Holly’s hand as they watched their son pass first and make it to second before the centerfielder could throw the ball back to the infield.

“Kid’s a natural,” Bucky whispered excitedly, as all good parents do, adoration filling his chest. He pressed a kiss to the top of Cindy’s head. Holly liked to joke that the day Henry was born, Bucky cried more than their newborn baby did, but their son, and later their daughter, too, were the culmination of every hope and dream he desperately clung to for the better part of two years of just surviving. Because of that, he’d do anything for them.

He watched as the inning continued, his eyes on Henry the whole time. The next batter managed to get to first, but Henry flew past third and made a break for home just as the second baseman caught the ball.

“Go Henry!” Holly shouted. “Go go go!”

“You got this Henry! Come on buddy!”

Bucky was sure his heart was going to explode by the time Henry slid to home plate, barely a second before the ball flew into the catcher’s hand.

“Safe!” the umpire announced, nearly drowned out by Holly’s screaming.

“Attaboy Henry!” Bucky cheered.

“He did it! He fuc—flipping did it!” Holly gave Bucky a celebratory kiss, the two of them hardly able to contain their smiles long enough for their lips to meet for all that long.

The rest of the game flew by. Nothing could compare to the rush of watching Henry steal home. The Bears won by a run, and Holly and Bucky were equally convinced it was thanks to their son. As soon as they found him after the game was over, Holly engulfed him in a hug, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“You did fantastic, sweetie! What a game!” she exclaimed, almost looking a bit teary-eyed when she took Cindy’s hand in hers.

“Look at you! Stole home like a champ,” Bucky said with a smile, pulling off Henry’s cap to ruffle his hair.

Henry smiled, front tooth missing, the first of his baby teeth to fall out. The tooth fairy had left him a quarter to mark the occasion. “Thanks, dad.”

“I think this calls for ice cream,” Holly said, as if they didn’t go for ice cream after every game Bucky was able to go to.

Bucky nodded. “Definitely. Whatever you kids want.”

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Scoopland was one of the first places Holly had taken him to when they were stateside and he made the move to DC with her. A neighborhood staple she frequented before the war, she’d been excited to bring him there. The place boasted over 20 different flavors of ice cream, and after trying them all over the course of their first summer together after the war, found he liked their Rocky Road the best. Holly was partial to mint chocolate chip, a newer flavor which he thought tasted like toothpaste.

Bucky walked up to the counter, tasked with ordering the ice cream while Holly wrangled Henry and Cindy into a nearby booth. She had the most difficulty getting Henry to sit down, since he spotted some friends from his baseball team on the other side of the ice cream shop.

“How’s it going Mr. Egan?” the teenage boy behind the counter asked.

“Can’t complain.”

“The usual for you guys?”

Bucky smiled. The usual. He wasn’t sure he ever figured himself to be the type of guy to have a usual at an ice cream place, but parenthood changed a lot of things. Sometimes, Cindy dealt out tea parties and temper tantrums in the same day. Henry got himself a trip to the emergency room just a few months prior while he was sledding on a snow day with his friends and went straight through a neighbor’s fence. He wasn’t sure how Holly managed on her own when he’d go away for work. At least her parents were nearby and took every opportunity to spoil their grandchildren that was presented to them.

He brought the four cups of ice cream over to the table, two in each hand, and placed the hot fudge sundae in front of Henry and tutti frutti with extra rainbow sprinkles in front of Cindy. He gave Holly a kiss as he handed her the cup of mint chocolate chip and snickered to himself when he sat down next to Cindy and saw Henry’s nose scrunched on the other side of the table.

“Listen champ, if there’s ever a day I don’t kiss your mom, that’s when you should be making that face.”

“��S gross,” Henry said through a mouthful of ice cream.

“So is talking with your mouth full.”

Cindy stuck out her tongue, a distorted rainbow of ice cream and toppings that made Henry laugh.

“Next time, we’re taking you both to the zoo and leaving you there so the monkeys can raise you,” Holly said.

“We’re going to the zoo?” Henry asked. “When?”

“I wanna see a zebra and a giraffe!” Cindy exclaimed.

“How about next weekend?” Bucky looked to Holly for her approval, which was given in the smile that’d begrudgingly spread across her face.

Everything said and done, they made a damn good team as parents. Maybe he indulged the kids a little more than he should have, but Holly did her fair share of it too, letting Henry skip school to bring him and Cindy to weekday Nationals games for the hell of it.

“Can I go say ‘hi’ to Danny and Paul?” Henry asked, looking over his shoulder at his friends who were waving at him.

“Fifteen minutes, but we’re heading home soon. It’s past your sister’s bedtime,” Holly said. “Don’t climb over the seat, Henry, that’s—” She sighed as he climbed over the back of the booth anyway, leaving a streak of dirt from his sneakers behind him. “He definitely gets it from you.”

“Me? The first time I met your parents, they made a point to tell me how much of a wild child you were,” Bucky reminded her with a grin.

Her parents were gracious enough to let him stay with them until he and Holly found a place of their own, although he was sure her returning with a ring on her finger made it easier for them to welcome him into their home. Holly must have done a hell of a job talking him up in her letters to them, because none of the awkward tension he’d been expecting was there when he first walked through the door to meet them.

Holly laughed to herself as she wiped off the seat with a napkin. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Drawing on your bedroom walls?” he pressed.

“Can I draw on my walls?” Cindy asked.

“No. It wasn’t good when mommy did it.”

“Why not?”

“Because you have nice paper we bought for you to draw on, baby,” Holly said.

“It’s not as fun.”

“Sure it is,” Bucky said. “Remember the other day when we drew that castle with the unicorn and the dragon?”

She yawned. “You made the unicorn look funny.”

“Are you sleepy, Cin?” Holly asked.

Despite shaking her head, Cindy rubbed her eyes. She always did whatever she could to push out her bedtime, as if she were afraid she might miss something big if she went to sleep.

“I guess I should’ve asked mom and dad to watch her, huh?” Holly said. “I didn’t think we’d be out this late.”

Cindy mumbled something incomprehensible before dozing off.

Holly laughed softly, “And she’s out.”

“I got her,” Bucky said, picking up Cindy from her seat and placing her in his lap. She immediately curled up against him, and he tried not to think too much about how he wouldn’t know when the last time she’d ever do that would be. Hell, Henry was six and already ditching them to hang out with his friends. He glanced over at his son, face scrunched up in laughter at a joke one of them told him. His smile was like looking in a little mirror.

Bucky ate a spoonful of ice cream, trying to tamper down the ache in his chest.

“You ever thought this would be how you’d spend your Saturday nights?” Holly asked teasingly.

“No.” Bucky smiled. “This is a lot better.”

#bucky egan x oc #john egan x oc #masters of the air x oc #masters of the air #bucky egan #john egan #mota #mota oc #mota fanfic #hbo war #hbo war fanfic

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straykidsmoonlight · 1 year

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SKZ react- they take their kids to work.

Please send any requests!!

I’m also now writing personalised stories for small tips… unemployment is real in my country… please message or ask (anons more than welcome) for more info!

Chan:

Definitely wakes up lonely knowing your on a business trip, pouting without his morning cuddles

Slowly, pulls himself out of bed, tired after a late night at the studio and worries about how to get all three kids in the car simultaneously

Once they arrive at the JYP building, Brandi and Karl immediately run to their favourite uncle, Jisung and clamber on his lap, while Chan carries your youngest baby in a carrier attached to his front.

Being so young, Libby still has lots of people to meet, so many of Chans colleagues stroll in and out as 3racha work, to cuddle with the newborn.

Chan keeps a watchful eye the whole time, always wary when it comes to his precious baby, can only fully concentrate when one of the members is holding her, knowing what amazing dads and uncles they were.

Lee Know:

Another one who hates starting the day without you

Sleepily drives Jeni to work, while you are staying overnight at the hospital with Byeol.

Carefully places Jeni on a sofa in the practice room, surrounded by blankets

100% bet none of the members can focus on the choreography all day… as the coo over Jeni, complimenting Lee Know on her cuteness as he goes all shy and blushy.

Just turns into a massive hugging session as the members pass round the little one for cuddles, as Minho captures the sweet moments on his phone.

Changbin:

Gets really nervous taking both kids out on his own.

Almost cried when you told him the kids would have to go to work with him.

As he tries to work on music, Jimin starts to fuss, and won’t stop crying no matter what Changbin does, while Hyungsik keeps getting bored.

Luckily Jeongin brought one of his kids, so Hyungsik and Jihae could play together

Ends up holding Jimin against his chest with one hand, while typing with the other, every so often looking down to check on her

Hyunjin:

Practically has a mental breakdown the second Cheon-Sa wakes up as he “literally cannot” find anything for his son to wear

Once he’s finally dressed, he gets to the studio where him and the guys are filming SKZ code.

All his uncles can be seen with huge smiles as Hyunjin walks in cradling his only baby.

Carefully hides Cheon-Sa’s face when the cameras are on, as he’s one of the members who doesn’t show his kids face.

All the comments on the video end up being about how adorable Cheon-sa is, and all Stays find watching him with his uncles and dad adorable 🤧

Han Jisung:

This is a perfect example of a child with children

Is completely lost without you while you’re spending time with your friends

Tumbled through the building’s doors with his daughters missing shoes 😭

Literally barley got anything recorded because he was so distracted by his girls. One moment he was racing Mae down the hallways, and the next he was falling asleep with Seol-a and Dani on the sofa

Cries tears of joy when you get home, exhausted from spending all day with his girls.

Lee Felix:

(This gif legit shows how I think he would talk to his kids😭)

Surprisingly really capable without you there, but this sunshine literally pines after you all day

Gets the kids to the JYP building just fine before he realises he’s forgot Milo’s Wolfchan 😭

Milo’s a quiet child, but you forget his his stuffie chan and he will lose it. Felix tries his very best to calm Milo while keeping a watchful eye on his younger baby Hanuel.

Physically cannot calm his son down, and has to call chan in to bring wolfchannie from felixs apartment, just for Milo to cling on to his uncle for the next three hours.

Seungmin:

You leave this man with your girls for two damn hours

He just lets his twins do whatever

Is so much of a pushover😭

The girls literally run around babbling away driving chan half insane (he loves his neices dont worry)

Seungmin just laughs away until one of the girls hits her head and he has to rush her to A and E. feels so bad

All is well, and you return home to Seungmin pretending nothing ever happened

Jeongin:

You are quite scared leaving Jeongin to take all five kids to work

This guy is a great dad though

Somehow managed to juggle a ton of hyper kids, all while recording music

In the end had to record the new song with Seom in his arms, meaning you can hear tiny teeny baby noises in the background of the new song.

Hyungs definitely stare proudly at the scene in front of them, and take tons of photos of their Maknae on top.

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A HUMANS WRATH

Part XI

previous part

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a/n: so this is totally unrelated to the story and obey me entirely but if any of you are bsd enjoyers did y’all read chapter 107?? y’all almost didn’t get a new chapter of this story bc of that damn chapter. it made me want to jump off the nearest 50ft building. I wanted to die after reading that fr, so bc asagri made me cry we’re getting double angst for this chapter. anyway I’m done with my rant now enjoy!

oh and p.s. I’m putting which perspective you’re reading as since some found it confusing last chapter. the original is og MC, and the wrathful human is wrath! MC just in case it’s confusing!

warnings: slightly longer chapter, lesson 16 spoilers, descriptions of dying, choking, mentions of blood, abuse of pacts (slightly)

a success for one side

The perspective of the original

“Lucifer was there really no other way we could have done that?” Levi asked, struggling to get up off the ground. His whole body ached and blood dripped from his mouth pooling onto the planetarium ground in heavy amounts.

“Levi close yer mouth, you're gonna lose more blood if ya keep it open” Mammon said, making his way over to his younger brother.

“Yeah there could have been a different way of doing this, we’re not all masochists, like you Lucifer” Satan spat. Blood then fell from his nose onto his shirt and he cursed in response.

“In my defense I never agreed to this” Asmo yelled. “My whole body is covered in bruises and blood Lucifer! I have a photoshoot on Monday!”

“Belphie’s out cold” Beel said, moving closer to his twin ignoring the blood falling from his face.

“That’s no surprise, Mc really did a number on him. I wouldn't be surprised if he was out for a few hours because of it.” Satan sighed.

“I’ll take him to your room, Beel.” Lucifer said, walking over to pick up the youngest.

“Lucifer ya look like you're gonna fall over” Mammon said watching the oldest slowly walk over to their younger brother.

“I’m fine,” He stated. “For now we should focus on cleaning ourselves up and heading after Mc”

“I doubt Mc wants to see us right now…” Levi sighed.

“Levi, close your mouth” Mammon yelled as blood began to fall on him.

“Ahh!” Levi screamed.

Mammon sighed and helped Levi and the rest of his brothers get up after Lucifer left with Belphie. If he’s being honest he doesn’t remember much of what happened due to blacking out halfway through your wrath episode. After you were done he and his brothers each woke up laying on the floor with pools of blood surrounding them.

He honestly didn’t like Lucifer’s plan of taunting you into a pact, but sacrifices had to be made if they wanted you to stay here.

You needed to stay here.

More often then he and his brothers would like to admit they really did miss their Mc. However they did love and enjoy your company just as much. Their only wish was that their Mc was just like you.

Interacting and having fun with you was always bittersweet in a sense since it reminded them of a time before the incident, a happier time before everything went downhill.

If only you could have forgiven them.

It didn’t matter how much they did miss their own Mc, because they were going to keep you here in their place. You reminded them of the personality they were used to, it was as if this other version of you currently with them had completely forgotten about the incident and moved on with their life.

Sure you had a breakdown or two about your feelings but they sincerely apologized about what happened and you forgave them, causing them to finally be able to move on as well.

They all believed everything was going great, after all you never complained or spoke about anything being wrong with them so they were blind to the truth. You went along with everything and anything they did which made them desire your attention and affection more. These demons were so touch starved for you to the point of it becoming a problem.

However they weren’t going to lie, seeing you that upset really did hurt them. Most of them disagreed with Lucifer’s first plan to make a pact with you, and the second plan made the brothers split in half. The third and last plan was the one they currently just carried out.

It was because Lucifer had the bright idea to upset you so much that you’d finally be willing to make a pact with him for your enjoyment. Belphie also making a pact with you was a bonus, after all the youngest finally got what he wanted, even if it did cost him.

As Mammon finally finished cleaning up Levi and a few more of his brothers he couldn’t help but wonder where you were heading off too. You mentioned you had something to do after you dealt with them, he just couldn’t remember what it was…

After leaving the House of Lamentation you stormed in the direction of the Demon Lord's Castle, with the intent of speaking to the prince and his butler. Nothing but pure rage filled your thoughts as you clenched your bloody fists. You were going to demand them to send you back to your timeline no matter what.

As you reached the door to the castle you prepared to knock, however before you even got the chance the door opened revealing a smiling Barbatos on the other side.

“Good evening Mc, what brings you here? If I’m not mistaken I don’t remember arranging for you to come over.”

“I need to speak with Diavolo.” You simply stated, right now you were not in the mood to make small talk with the butler.

“Ah well we should get you cleaned up first and foremost you appear to be bleeding” Barbatos said reaching for your hand.

Reluctantly you let him take it and examine the condition of your bloodied hands and arms. “Don’t worry about it, it's not my blood anyway.” You said pulling away.

Barbatos’ eyes widened just the slightest as he gave you a surprised look before trying to speak again, only to get cut off by the prince himself.

“Mc are you okay? You’re not hurt, are you?” Diavolo asked, slightly frantically as he made his way over to you pushing his butler aside in the process.

“Like I said previously I’m fine. I’m not the one you should be asking that question too anyway”

Diavolo looked confused then spoke. “What do you mean? Did you happen to get into a fight with some demons? Where are the brothers..?”

“At the House of Lamentation. Listen I didn’t come here to talk about them I came here to ask for help Dia”

“Of course Mc, but first I need to ask, what’s wrong? Are you in any danger of some sorts, if you are I assure you Barbatos and I can take care of it”

You sighed before speaking. How were you to go about telling the demon prince himself that you were from a different timeline? Your Barbatos told you not to mention that detail at all costs because it could somehow affect the future, however you didn’t know how much longer you could stay in a place like this. This timeline was beginning to bring out parts of yourself you tried so hard to keep hidden, who knows what else it could cause you to do if you stayed here any longer…

“I am not your Mc.” You stated.

Diavolo and Barbatos shared a confused glance at each other before you continued.

“I’m from a different timeline where different events have occurred, but somehow I got switched with your Mc from this timeline. I need your help to get back before I cause anymore damage here then I already have.”

It was silent for a few seconds, and the two who were standing in front of you stared at you with blank faces. Seconds soon turned into minutes and you began to get worried since neither of them showed any signs of responding.

Anxious now you prepared to defend your words until Diavolo smiled and walked towards you, with Barbatos soon following behind.

“Oh Mc, don’t worry I believe you, after all I could tell right away that you weren’t from here!” Diavolo laughed.

“Is that so…?” You said awkwardly.

“Of course! You’re much nicer and more understanding than our Mc. Your personality sticks out like a sore thumb in comparison. And it’s a bit suspicious when I get glares and eye rolls one day and a hug and nickname the next. No human I’ve met changes personalities that fast.”

“Ah I see…so then I take it you’ll help me get back?”

“Oh I think you misunderstand, I never said that.” Diavolo smiled.

“What?” You replied, taking a small step back.

“See, with you here the exchange program is producing wonderful results! Better than I expected actually. Well that and everyone here seems to enjoy your presence, including me. So you wouldn’t want to leave us so soon now, would you?” Diavolo said, invading your personal space. The demon prince was speaking with such a friendly tone it was as if you were having tea with him and joking around.

“I have to go home, I need to go home. Please believe me you all are wonderful but this isn’t where I belong. I feel suffocated here, and to be frank I don’t feel the same way I feel about my demons when I’m with you all.”

Diavolo frowned and sighed. “It’s okay, you’ll feel the same in due time, after all we’re all very alike right?”

Your eyebrows furrowed and you glared back at him. “No I won’t. I refuse to stay here because you don’t have a good relationship with your Mc. You need to figure out what the fuck you did wrong and fix it.”

“Don’t drag me here as a replacement to fix all your problems. Because if you do that then you are just like them. You have no concern for our feelings whatsoever.” You spat.

Barbatos then returned your glare and made his way towards you. “I understand you’re upset but I would appreciate it if you didn’t speak to the young master in such a manner. Don’t forget your place Mc.”

“That’s enough Barbatos.” Diavolo said, putting his hand up.

“If Mc won’t comply then we’ll just take them by force.”

“No you won-“

“Please don’t make this any more difficult than it has to be Mc.” Diavolo said, and that was the last thing you heard before blacking out.

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The perspective of a wrathful human

You were on top of Belphegor on the floor as he weakly tried to pry your hands from his throat. The demon in front of you was hanging onto what little conscience he had left as he watched your face morph into a smile.

“How does it feel to have your throat crushed by someone you so dearly placed your trust in?”

Belphegor let out a choked noise in response.

“Does it hurt? Finding it hard to breathe? I’m sure it must be very unpleasant” you said, then proceeded to lean down applying more pressure onto his throat.

Belphegor began to bleed from his mouth as you laughed. You kept spitting out nonsense about killing him as he tried to get you off, so in the process you proceeded to get his blood all over your arms.

This scene in general didn’t look too pleasant from afar, so you can believe the brothers utter shock when they busted through the planetarium doors frantic, at the sound of choking and laughing.

At first they feared the worst and thought it to be you choking and being killed again, however nothing could have prepared them upon seeing you bloodied and on top of the youngest brother.

Belphie looked utterly horrible. His complexion was paler than usual and the corners of his mouth began to turn purple and blue accompanied by red blood falling from the side.

When he heard his brothers enter the room his head instantly turned to face them and he unconsciously reached out for them.

After a second of silence due to trying to process the situation Lucifer and Beel were soon darting towards your direction faster than you had ever seen them. In seconds flat they were ripping you off of the youngest who was still out if it.

“Mc what in the Devildom is wrong with you?” Lucifer yelled, grabbing tightly onto one of your arms. He tried his best not to hurt you, but seeing his brother being strangled by you really set him off.

“Mc stop it now” Beel said, slightly raising his voice as he grabbed your other arm. He didn’t want to see you two fight, it broke his heart. The two people he cared about the most were going at it again, he couldn’t lose Belphie, but he didn’t want to let his temper get the best of him and end up hurting you too.

“Get off of me you damn demons” you screamed as they held you up.

“Mc calm down.” Lucifer said, grabbing your arm tighter than before.

“Shut up! I’m going to kill him, he deserves it”

“Mc stop!” Asmo yelled from afar.

“No, you don’t know what it's like, any of you!”

“What in the Devildom are you going on about Mc?” Lucifer said, at this point he was soon reaching a breaking point with you and this tantrum.

“You don’t know what it feels like to be killed do you?”

“To have your throat crushed. Or to feel as if your lungs are on fire from the lack of oxygen in your system. After that is the horrible headache and throbbing pain that consumes your head and your thinking. In a state of panic like that you then feel your limbs become limp as you try and free yourself. However due to the lack of strength you can’t do anything except deal with what fate has in store for you.”

“Dying is absolutely terrifying”

“However what makes everything even worse is the fact that afterwards I have to live in the same house with the same demon who put me through all of that and pretend everything is just fine. When in fact everything is just worse”

Lucifer and Beel’s grip on you had losend the slightest as they watched you squirm. Upon hearing your words they swallowed hard, trying to come up with some type of response, but before any of them could continue you began to speak again.

“If I kill him it will all be over.”

“What will killing Belphie accomplish, Mc.” Beel asked, then tightened his grip on your arm.

“Everything! All the nightmares will finally go away, all the panic attacks and breakdowns will stop. And maybe, just maybe I can have a normal conversation with other demons without my body being terrified for my life. Maybe I can be touched by a demon and not have my skin feel as if it will burn itself. Everything will be better once he’s gone” you screamed, trying your best to get free from the two brothers' hold.

The brothers stared at you in silence as they took in the severity of your words. Had you really suffered this much without them knowing? Had their Mc gone through this as well…? How long before their Mc got over it?

Did they ever get over it? How did their Mc feel about the whole situation, they never got to talk about it after all.

How many nights did they wake up in a cold sweat with tears streaming down their face, or how many nights did they stay up because they couldn’t sleep due to the nightmares?

You went through all this trauma by yourself without any of them being there to comfort you, no wonder you were upset.

However while the brothers were all thinking deeply about your words you were on an adrenaline high with no signs of coming down soon.

“Let go of me and stay out of the way. All six if you” you shouted.

The tone was that of a command, and no later than a second you were free and heading back to the youngest as fast as you could.

Lucifer cursed himself for letting his guard down, their whole purpose was to make sure you didn’t use the pacts but that plan failed.

As you jumped back onto Belphegor you punched him in the face causing blood to spill out the other side of his mouth.

“Mc stop please, don’t hurt Belphie” Beel yelled, trying his best to break free from the pact.

It was no use because his words fell on deaf ears. You were too busy beating the shit out of the demon you were on top of.

Belphie accepted what you were doing with an occasional grunt here and there as you continued to punch his face. He did feel bad, he felt horrible honestly, but if this made you feel better then he was willing to let you get all your anger out. After all he deserved it, is what he believed.

As the youngest brothers face continued to get bloodied, some of his brothers looked away while others tried their best to speak to you, Beel was the only one who was struggling to break free so that he could save Belphegor.

“Mc…” you faintly heard from the demon in front of you.

“What do you want? Don’t tell me you’re giving up already, I’m not done with you yet.”

“Please hear me out really quick, i promise it’ll be fast” he spoke dryly.

You gave him another punch before stopping for a brief moment. “Well get on with it”

Belphegor cleared his throat and tried to sit up the best he could to look you in the eyes. Sighing he then spoke.

“I understand it’s very selfish of me to tell you something like this, but I really want you to hear me out.”

You raised your eyebrows and then he continued.

“Mc I’m so sorry. Truly I really am, I was wrong about humans, I was wrong about everything. After Lilith’s death I was filled with so much anger towards humans. However I realize now that I shouldn’t have taken it out on you because you were only trying to help.”

“I never apologized to you after because I was too scared of what you would say. I was too scared you’d never forgive me so I swept it under the rug and tried to pretend it never happened. I’m just a damn coward. Only now did I realize my brothers and I didn’t ask how you felt. We just went on with life leaving you to deal with all the trauma.”

“I apologize because you should have never had to go through an event as traumatic as dying. I didn’t realize all those things you dealt with were because of me so I want you to know I’ll try my best to fix them now, if you’ll let me. If not then I accept whatever punishment you have in mind. “

“I just want you to know from the bottom of my heart I really am truly sorry. I love you so much Mc and if you forgive me then great, however I don’t expect you to. It’s selfish of me to ask you to make that decision, so I promise to deal with whatever you want to do, if it’ll make you happy”

You felt tears fall from your eyes onto the floor making it a darker color than it previously was. However you couldn’t figure out why you were crying. How long has it been since you actually cried like this?

You hit Belphie again as tears continued to fall, but this time your hits were much lighter and softer so they didn’t actually hurt the seventh born.

“Mc, I-“

“Shut up!”

You screamed. You didn’t want to hear him right now, you didn’t want to face the fact that an apology such as that one actually was sincere and filled with emotion, unlike the halfhearted apologies your demons gave you.

You now had to come to terms with the fact that you had finally gotten an apology from the heart like you had wanted. To you it didn't matter if they were your demons or not, all that matters was that Belphegor had finally apologized.

Belphie opened his arms and smiled, waiting patiently for a hug. Your eyes went wide as you stared at him for a moment, and after what felt like forever you slowly inched closer to him,

Hesitantly you leaned forward slowly into the hug, and once you hit his chest he engulfed you with his arms. You freaked out for a second but he reassured you that he was happy you chose to hug him.

“Mc thank you for trusting me like this.” Belphie said.

You held your head low and sighed before speaking.

“Just because I let you touch me doesn’t mean everything is magically better, you demons are so naive.”

Next part

a/n: so how are we finding about this chapter? there are a few things I do want to ask if you did notice, and a couple questions I have for y’all, you can think about these or just answer in the comments! i just want to understand what y’all think is all!

- first off, what do you think og MC did to the brothers to leave them that beat up?

- can you find the lesson 16 dialogue in the second part of this chapter?

- did you notice how wrath! MC was just happy with heartfelt apology? It didn’t matter if it was from their demons or the ones in the og timeline, unlike the og MC who didn’t quite feel filled with the other brothers apology.

- and lastly would you personally, forgive Belphie after an apology like that?

thanks for reading! <3

#obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me angst #omswd angst #demon brothers #obey me luficer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me mc

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send-me-a-puffalope · 4 months

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@hearts4ggy ever since your one doodle about Michael and Vanessa as kids,,, I cant stop thinking about that AU. It’s such a satisfying mixture of the story of the games and the movies GAHHHHH

Michael is the oldest Afton kid, Vanessa is either his twin or a little younger, and Evan is the youngest. Mike and Vanny are partners in crime as teens, though Michael is more hotheaded and a troublemaker while Vanessa is meeker and tends to get dragged into his pranks. Cue the Bite of 83’, with Michael in the fox mask and Vanessa in the rabbit mask (I was thinking smth like this rather than her iconic Vanny mask to match Michael’s a little better)

The death of Evan causes them to drift apart, the final catalyst being the MCI. Michael and Vanessa witness it a la FNAF movie lore. Both are horrified but Michael chooses to run away while Vanessa stays, in fear of being their father’s next victim if she fails to get away. She never escapes from under William’s thumb.

I haven’t fully thought through the middle section but generally, the idea is that Freddy’s shuts down and years pass. William and Vanessa almost seem to disappear off the face of the planet, Michael seemingly the only one able to escape the gravity that was the MCI tragedy. but almost a decade later, people have been going missing around the abandoned Freddy’s again and Michael (who never really got over what happened) suspects that William is back.

Michael goes to investigate only to find himself face to face with, not William, but Vanessa. His shy younger sister. Only now she has a lot more blood on her hands.

Smth smth the fox and the rabbit switching roles right??? I love FNAF’s reverse food chain, it’s so compelling.

I haven’t thought much past this point but I feel like it’s gotta eventually converge into the death of William Afton somehow. There’s not exactly a small child like Abby to be in danger but I can see Michael getting lured back every night by the ghost of Evan like Mike is by Garrett in the movie. Perhaps Michael is able to convince Vanessa that he’s gonna get her out of there. William comes to the pizzeria as Springbonnie cause he finds out Michael is back, Vanessa turns the animatronics against William because they see her as one of them but still gets stabbed.

and there can be like a sweet heartfelt moment of Michael and Vanessa in the hospital and her waking up like “You kept your promise, you got me out.” and Mike being super guilty about her getting hurt and her replying “Well I’m still alive, arent I? That’s all that matters.” and woo peace and love on planet earth. family reunited. until william always comes back or whatever.

90% sure all of this is just nonsense word vomit but that one doodle really just drove the brainrot crazy.

#fnaf au #fnaf vanessa #vanessa afton #vanessa shelly #michael afton #fnaf #five nights at freddy's

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d0not-disturb · 1 month

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Art reqst

Human grumbots

But its all the different grumbots

Oldest is ofc the first, maybe the mentally ill one (cause mumbo and grian locked him up in an island)

Buddy I already posted all the human Grumbot designs dawg

But might as well drop some lore while I’m at it

Oldest- Grumbot (OG from Season seven) “human” name: Luan Ronnie Jumbo (dreamslayer)

For his middle name I picked Ronnie because it means ruler (he pretty much parents his brothers) , and advice (literally his purpose), also Ronnie is such a good name tbh

Middle children- Grumbot Prime and Emperor Grumbot both from season 9, I made them twins since they don’t have a canon age difference unlike Grumbot and Jrumbot who were also made in the same season but have a canon age difference, grian literally saying Jrumbot was grumbots little brother. “Human” names: Parker Charles Jumbo (dreamslayer) for Grumbot Prime, and Emmett Oliver Jumbo (dreamslayer) for Emperor Grumbot

For the twins, their middle names correspond to who they are most like, so Parker is more like Grian and Emmett is more like Mumbo

Youngest- Jrumbot (also from season 7) “human” name: Archie Ryan Jumbo (dreamslayer)

Okay for the middle name he’s named after Scar because he is in fact the only jumbo kid who actually likes him, lazy ik but still

OKAY SO HOW THEY BECAME HUMAN:

No this isn’t the birds and the bees lesson because THEY WERENT MADE THAT WAY. So Xisuma started to notice how these MASSIVE robots were like conquering the hermitcraft multiverse (which apparently is canon) and killing a crap ton of people, specifically Scar, so he looked into it and turns out! They are Mumbo and Grian’s kids so he walked up to them one day and said, “take care of ya sons” so they go after them, or Xisuma forces them to, they fight and fight, and grian uses this BIG ASS spell that would turn the grumbots into their weakest form, which is human children (low key insulting to us humans ngl)

So they come back and Xisuma sees them like disheveled with like four crying little kids on them and he’s like, let’s take it one at a time mkay? So he takes the younger kids, and makes it so they won’t be ‘born’ until Grian and Mumbo Are ready for another kid because going from no kids to four kids in the span of 2 weeks is crazy

How does he do this? Well he genetically modifies them so that they revert back to just eggs that won’t hatch until exposed to heat, so he keeps them locked up in a freezer until the time is right

Ngl that sounds bad but trust me it’s not

Anyway grian and Mumbo soon realize they can’t really raise a kid none the less four on the hermitcraft server since there are no schools, hospitals, clinics, daycares, playgrounds, etc, and they panic cause they don’t wanna leave, so Xisuma adds a small sub server attached to the hermit craft server called, “the hermit suburbs” were people can live normal lives while still being hermits, and eventually more hermits and even some folks from empires and the life series go and live there and still go on the hermitcraft server.

So that’s where Grian and Mumbo raise the rest of those weird robot human hybrids

also after 2 years of Grian and Mumbo taking care of Luan, they are like, “yeah we can take another now” and then Xisuma gives them the twins and they are like “why are there two” and Xisuma is like, “I want this to be over with as soon as possible so I’m just giving you two deal with it” and so they just deal with it, but they soon realize how much more work it is, since the twins are VERY bad babies, what I mean is they cry all the time, don’t eat food they don’t like, don’t get dressed without a fight , etc, and so they wait 6 YEARS when they are almost teenagers to get the final egg, which is Archie, who is the best by far.

So that explains the age gap if you were wondering

Alright that’s all the lore y’all’s are getting DONT get attached

#mcyt #hermitcraft #starsaysgarbage #grian #hermitblr #mumbo jumbo #art #my art #grumbo #asks!#Grumbot #hermitcraft au #wires and nerve #eeeeeeee #waffle duo #Xisuma #<— mentioned

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The fear: Jason Todd x fem!reader part 5

part 1

part 2

part 3

part 4

„Y/L/N”

„Hello to you to Damian.”

“You’ve changed.”

“It’s barely been a month. Surely I did not change that much?”

“You are pale and thin. You also look tired. “

She was all of it. She’s been working a lot in the lab, not really seeing much of the sun and not taking any care in eating or sleeping properly so her favorite hoodie suddenly became too big and it showed. It may have been just a couple of weeks since they saw each other but it felt like more.

“Where are your brothers, Dami?” she sighed deeply not wanting to get into discussion with the youngest Wayne. The discussion she knew she wouldn’t win at the current state.

“ Batcave. Wait, was it Dick who called you?”

“Yes.”

“Is it because of what happened…..?”

“Yes, Damian. I’m actually surprised that you are aware of the situation. Now, can you let me through?”

“I’m coming with you.”

“Really? Since when are you interested in what’s happening to Jay?”

“He’s my brother, Y/N. You know I…..” confessing how he felt was still hard for the boy and Y/N just nodded smiling lightly, not forcing him to finish the sentence.

“I do. Now come on, there’s no time to waste.”

Much to Dick and Tim’s surprise they entered the cave together and their eyes immediately landed on Jason sitting on the floor in the corner.

“Y/N!” Dick stood up from his chair abruptly hugging his friend tightly “you came.”

“Well, you called. How is…..?”

“You look thin.” He pointed out “have you been taking care of yourself?”

“Is that really important right now? I haven’t all right? You can roar me up later since we, I have more urgent matter at hand.”

“Right. Sorry. I’ll wig you after we deal with Jay. “

“Tim. Hi.” The girl turned toward the middle brother. “what’s the state of fact?”

“Fear gas got into his system during mission. He was saving a kid from the building and forgot to care about himself.”

“He always did when it came to kids…..” she muttered

“Do you think you can help him snap out of whatever he is seeing right now?”

“I’ll try.” She nodded “It’ s not the first time he’s going through this nightmare, is it? I have the most experience. But I need you guys to leave. “

“But….” Tim tried to oppose, however she did not let him

“Please, Tim. I…. I need to do it alone, all right? We’ll catch up I promise. I’ll tell you all about my latest discovery, I bet it would catch your attention, but for now – go. “

“I’m not going to argue with her” Dick raised his hands and exited “she knows what she’s doing.”

“If that’s what you need then fine….” Tim muttered and hesitantly walked right after his brother.

“Dami…..” the only one left was the youngest and arguably the most persistent Wayne. The one who might have understood her the best from them all. During the years they developed strong connection, the one that stays on the inside not showing out for display. He knew her and she knew him, almost like they were twins. She was the one who taught him a lot about feelings and how to process them without letting them consume you and now, he felt all the emotions running through her veins “stop trying to get inside my mind.”

“ I don’t really need to try.” He smirked “Seriously, Y/N, he hurt you and now you are here to save his ass. Again. Why?”

“Because I promised I will come when you need me.”

“It’s more than that.”

“Please, Damian…..”

“No, Y/N. He’s going to do this again. You don’t deserve it. “

“For god’s sake, Damian! It’s my choice! I want to help him! And then, I want out! Don’t make it harder for me!”

“Do what you want then. But we both know, this will shatter you.”

“Dami, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled at you….”

“It’s all right. I get it. I am not mad. I just…. “ he shook his head not sure what to say “come upstairs, when you’re done. I really want to talk to you.” Y/N nodded surprised by Damian honesty and straightforwardness and finally he got out the cave leaving her alone with her ex-boyfriend.

“Jay….” She moved towards the boy on the floor, speaking softly, carefully not to startle him. She knew how the fear gas worked. Any sound that scrambled through the shell of the vision the victim was experiencing was twisted and reshaped. Her words were not the words of Y/N to him, but most likely got turned into the voice of Joker or any other villain chasing him in his projection. That theory was quickly proven when he flinched in pain trying to curl himself and became invisible. Her heart shuttered at this sight, like all the times in the past.

6 months ago

“Y/N!” he woke up in the middle of night, the only though on his mind being her. Was she safe, was she all right? Was it just a nightmare or reality? His head was spinning, heart beating way too fast for comfort.

“I’m here Jay” her calm voice reverberated on the right side bringing him back to reality. “I’m safe. You’re safe. Whatever you saw was not real.” She propped herself on the elbow hugging him tightly, yet gently from behind and he sighed deeply feeling her touch. His hands slowly moved on top of hers on his waist pulling her closer.

“I’m sorry I woke you up.” He whispered

“It’s all right” she kissed his shoulder “I get it.”

“I’m serious Y/N” he turned to face her, fear on his face slowly making place for concern. “It’s been happening way to often lately. You can’t sleep because of me.”

“I’m used to it.” She smirked “the main reason of my lack of sleep is lab work not your nightmares, so don’t stress it more than needed, Jaybird.”

“I want to get rid of it. I don’t want to get though it every other night and….” He looked down, unable to meet her gaze.”

“It will pass.” She assured cupping his cheek, brushing it with her thumb and forcing his eyes on her. “Just give it time, all right? You are not alone. You have your brothers. You have me. We’re here to help you. Just let us….”

“Only you.”

“What?”

“I’ll let you help me. The rest can…..”

“Don’t finish this.” She cut him off. “Don’t burn that bridge. Whatever fight you may have with Bruce, Dick, Tim and Damian are still your brother. Do not relocate your anger on them.”

“I’ll try, but no promises. “

“I can live with that.” She smiled softly

“Stay with me?”

“Always.”

Normally, she would do just that. Hug him, hold him, break whatever fake image he was seeing, but this was not a possibility at the moment. From what she could say, he got hit with the unusual amount of the gas and she needed different approach since touch was not an option. Not after everything that went on between them. So she just moved towards the wall he was leaning on and copied his position. Back on the wall, legs outstretched, arms on her side. Slowly she moved her right hand towards his, intertwining their fingers and just stayed in this position for a moment, until noticing his breath slowing down a little.

“Jay….” She started again “Tell me what you see. Tell me where you are”

His hand squeezed hers before answering.

“The old barracks. It’s so dark, I can’t see anything. I can only hear him laughing.”

“Do you really?” she insisted “Listen carefully. What do you hear? Is it laugh? Or is it silence? The buzzing of the machines? Listen, Jay, just listen…..”

“I hear Y/N’s voice. But she’s not here. She left. And I deserved that.”

Y/N swallowed hard, focusing on the facts rather than her feelings at the moment. But before she could say anything else he spoke again.

“She saved me from him. She saved me all those times…..”

“Can she save you now?”

“I… I don’t know. He’s coming….. And the Pit and …. I don’t want this pain, this rage, this fear….” He started spinning again

“Hush.” she caressed his palm with her thumb “it’s ok, Jaybrid. I need you to focus now. Tell me what you feel around you? In the air? In your surrounding? Describe it to me.”

“The floor is cold. But it’s not wooden, like it was there. It’s …. smooth. And clean….”

“Good. What else?”

“I can smell the ocean. Y/N used to smell like the ocean…..”

“I still do….” Her voice cracked just in the tiniest bit.

“It’s different than before….”

“And what does that mean?”

“I’m not in Ethiopia….” She stated

“You’re not. He’s not going to get you, Jay. I need you to repeat after me. You’re safe.”

“I’m safe.”

“Yes. And now, I need you to open your eyes and look at me.” He followed that command like a schoolboy and his eyes rested on her face.

“Y/N…..” he gasped, a mix of emotions reflecting in his orbs

“Hi, Jace.” She whispered.

to be continued

part. 6

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bihansthot · 3 months

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I wish I was good at mood boards, I would constantly be making girldad!Bi-Han ones. Or good husband Bi-Han mood boards, cause he might be a dick but I’m still convinced he’s a good husband/father. Have I mentioned Bi-Han wears tutus in addition to his tiara? He definitely does. He also has an entire hanfu collection just for tea party time, he’s never sure if his daughter wants him to be a princess like her or a prince/knight so he’s prepared either way. Usually Kuai Liang is the only one who doesn’t have to dress like a princess, he’s usually the royal sorcerer/magician, yes Bingbing has seen The Last Unicorn too many times just like her mother has and might be hung up on her uncle being Schmendrick the Magician.

Tea time is usually when lunch would be so usually Bi-Han doesn’t miss out on his Grandmaster duties, not that he would mind, his little girl comes first. It’s not an everyday occurrence, maybe once or twice a week, not that Bi-Han wouldn’t rearrange things to do it everyday if Bingbing asked but she’s knows her papa’s very busy so most of the time she plays with me and her brothers when they get home from school. Though her brothers are usually very busy with Lin Kuei training when they get home from school so Bingbing usually watches them and tries to mimic them, she’s almost old enough to start training herself.

I know I talk a lot about Bi-Han playing with Bingbing but that's not to say he didn't/doesn't play with his sons too. The boys love The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings so they'd often act out scenes with their Dad and Uncles. Kuai Liang had to be Smaug since they both breathe fire, Tomas is Bilbo, my twins are Fili and Kili and my youngest boy Shixue loves playing Gandalf leaving Bi-Han as Thorin. Nowadays though it's much more common for them all to play soccer together, all of my boys are on the school team. Bi-Han is not particularly great at soccer since he didn't have the luxury of playing it growing up, but he does his best and he's getting better with help from the boys.

TL:DR Bi-Han is a really good, hands on Father and I wanna make moodboards about it but I suck. lol

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capturethechaos · 1 year

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In collaboration with - @earthlysorrows

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Josh Kiszka x Reader

Words - 6.2k

Warnings - 18+ONLY, explicit sexual content, NSFW, smut, oral (f!receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), overstimulation, cockwarming, breeding kink!!!

a/n - Merry Christmas everyone. Madi and I love you so much and we hope you enjoy this somehow both incredibly filthy and sweet Christmas special ♡

“So, what songs are we having the kids sing?” You asked as you walked up to Josh, watching as he flipped through the sheet music mindlessly.

“I think we have to have The First Noel on there, I think this year will be the year they can finally hit some of those high notes.” Josh sat the sheet music aside for that song before his search began once more, flipping page by page until he found at least two other songs he wanted the children to sing.

The church’s Christmas Eve service was a tradition for you and the twins. As children you looked forward to singing in it, watching the gleam of your parents from the crowd. As soon as the three of you became youth leaders, you instantly picked up the task of organizing it.

You would be playing the piano for the evening, Jake would be playing guitar, with Josh on vocals as per usual for the service, and off stage to direct the children while they sing. Josh pulled a second sheet of music from his pile, mulling over it for a minute before turning it to you with a raised brow.

“Ohh. Silent Night. Nice choice, that’s one of my favorites.” Your lips found his cheek before you pulled away from his body. “I’m going to head out for a second, I think some of the kids are going to be here for practice shortly. I love you.”

“Hmm. I love you too, angel.”

There was a comfortable silence in the sanctuary as Josh sat on the edge of the stage, occasionally looking up to watch as Jake sat in the sound booth, making the slideshow of lyrics for the service. He was still trying to figure out what he wanted them to sing as the final song, when his phone buzzed next to his thigh.

Angel ♡ | SOS! Need assistance downstairs

Jake watched as Josh practically jumped from his spot and bolted out of the sanctuary. The lights were dimmed upon his arrival, and not a single child was in sight. Confused, Josh raised the lights in the room and placed both hands upon his hip as he turned side to side.

There were only a few other places downstairs where Josh could think you may be, so he ventured down the hall in search of you. His hand pressed against one of the doors, pushing it open only to be greeted with an empty room. A few more steps down the hall and he was at the youth room.

His hand worked the doorknob to allow the door to click open, the lights were still out yet he swore he could hear the ever so faint giggle of a child, he continued to open the door.

From the darkness he could hear the patter of feet before he could see them, but they all latched onto him at once pushing him backwards. “JOSHY!!” Some of the kids nearly screamed out in unison. “YOU FOUND US!”

He leaned down to wrap his arms around the kids and grant them one of the biggest squeezes of their lives. From the side, he heard you giggle followed by the click of the light switch. “You came running down here much faster than expected, Josh.”

There was something about the look you gave him that almost had him melting to his knees but he held himself together. “Well yeah, an SOS is deserving of some speedy feet. What’s wrong? Are you guys hurt?!”

Josh put on a voice of faux concern as he lifted one of the youngest children off the floor, turning her side to side to give a rather dramatic health check. Sandy erupted in laughter that drew tears to the inner corner of her eyes. “I’m okay Josh, I promise!” She busted out through rounds of giggles.

“Okay okay… I guess I believe you.” Josh gently placed Sandy back down on the ground and looked out towards the rest of the kids. “I picked a few songs I know you already know, so I think we should practice them a few times so we can sound like professionals on Christmas Eve. How does that sound?”

You watched as all of the children seemed to vibrate in excitement all at the same frequency, relatching themselves back onto Joshua with a grip so tight all you could do was lean back and smile. You loved it, watching him with children, you loved watching that damn smile stretched from ear to ear every single time he got to interact with one of them.

“Alright alright, I think it’s time we head upstairs and get onto the stage so we can get in so many good practices.” You called out, breaking them all apart as they looked up at you. “I know, I know. We can all give Josh a hug later.”

In a single file line all of the kids made their way towards the stage as you and Josh followed behind. He didn’t say anything, just pressed his hand upon your lower back and let his thumb rub small circles upon your shirt.

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The evening was going smoothly, you and the twins had led the church through a few songs before Pastor Kiszka made his way to the stage to do the Christmas Eve sermon.

The sermon was as gorgeous as always but your attention kept drifting over to Josh as his father spoke of family, unity, love. Christmas was a day for families to come together, and you couldn’t get your mind to stop raving about what the idea of Christmas would be like in a few years with Josh. Would you have more people to buy gifts for?

The only thing that brought your attention back was Pastor Kiszka saying your name to the crowd, followed by Josh and Jake’s. “They have been working so hard on the next few songs, so give it up for the youth group leaders and the youth group as they sing us some of our favorite Christmas Carols.”

You took your place alongside the twins at the front of the stage as the kids all lined up the way you had practiced it. “When I tell you these kids have been working so hard for you all tonight I truly mean that. I hope you all realize how blessed you are to have such wonderful children. So sit back, relax, and let us give you the gift of music.” Josh turned from his spot, and you and Jake went to your instruments.

You watched as Josh lifted his hands to direct the kids, and you followed his lead. Each and every one of their little voices pushed so hard to hit the notes in The First Noel, and though many of the notes may have been a bit too high for them in previous years they hit them with much more ease this year.

It wasn’t intentional when you zoned out, yet again your mind wandered to the possibility of teaching your own child these songs. Teaching your own child how to play alongside you at the piano and just the thought had a delicately hopeful tear streaming down your cheek. You wiped it from your warm skin as you transitioned to the next song, watching Josh mouth along with the children as they began to sing Silent Night.

The parents all beamed at their kids on the stage, clearly so proud as their voices travelled through the sanctuary. You could see your own parents watching fondly from their spots next to Karen and Kelly. You could remember your first time on the stage for the Christmas eve service, feeling so nervous as you looked over the rows of filled pews. You were convinced you would mess up, and it seemed that your nerves were easily noticed as the twins took their spots on either side of you. Jake nudged his shoulder against yours, turning to you with a reassuring smile. “You’ve got this.”

You could feel the warmth of a hand wrapping around your own, and you looked down to see Josh’s hand locked around yours. You looked up at him, feeling the ease of your nerves as he smiled at you. “We’re right here with you, we’re gonna do great.”

The memory brought a warmth to your cheeks, and you watched as the kids in front of you leaned on each other as they sang. Sandy had seemed nervous as she got on stage, but as her brother lifted his arm for her to stand beneath, she shuffled into his side.

As the song came to an end, you softened your playing, but continued with a melody as Josh directed the children down the stairs of the stage, giving a basket of candles to groups of them and sending them down the center aisle. The children stopped at each pew to hand out the candles, closely followed by Josh with a lit candle of his own, beginning the chain of lighting. From the stage, Jake lifted his guitar from over his body and made his way over to you as you pulled your mic close to you. “For our final song tonight, we would love for everyone to stand and join us in singing O Holy Night.”

The youth members made their way back to the stage, gathering around the piano as Josh finished lighting the final row of candles. You watched as one of the Sunday school kids walked up to him and pulled gently on his pant leg, quietly asking for Josh to pick him up. Josh looked to his parents to ask if he could, and when they agreed, Josh leaned down, careful not to tilt or put out his own candle as he lifted the three year old onto his hip, wrapping his arm securely around him as he made his way back onto the stage.

You were melting as you watched the toddler cling to Josh. He walked up to the piano, placing the candle in a small holder on your piano before shuffling behind the children to stand next to you, his free hand resting against the back of your shoulder. You smiled up at him, muttering an ‘I love you.’

He whispered it back to you, and you turned back to the mic. “Alrighty, are we all ready?” Everyone said yes, and you straightened up on your stool. “Perfect. We’re doing this one with no instruments, so I better hear every single voice in here.”

You started the song, listening as all of the children joined in, followed by the rest of the church. It was serene, hearing the melding of so many voices as the candles in their hands bathed the sanctuary in a soft glow. The hand on your back slid down, and you looked up to see Josh readjusting the toddler in his arms. He looked down at you once he had the child settled against his chest, holding out the same hand for you to take. You wrapped your hand around his, keeping your eyes on him as the song came to an end.

One by one the children walked down the stairs to reunite with their parents, the only night where they were all excited to go home and get to sleep. You watched every single parent stretch their arms out wide to welcome in their young, and your chest yearned for that feeling.

Jake and Josh stayed standing beside you once the room was cleared out, to ensure every child did in fact find their home. Unfortunately for you, even the little toddler who was once clinging to Josh was probably being clicked into his car seat at this very moment.

Silently, the three of you left the building and headed out to your vehicles. “They all did so well.” Jake spoke up first as you approached the cars. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow morning, Merry Christmas.” Jake looped his arms around you, pulling you into his tight embrace. When you pulled away from him he kept you still so he could place a gentle kiss upon your forehead, in which you closed your eyes to accept.

“Woah now. Are you trying to steal my woman, Jacob?” Josh laughed, looping his arm around you in fake defense. “I love you, if you get to mom’s before us make sure she doesn’t burn the damn Christmas waffles again.”

Jake chuckled, opening his car door and turning to glance at the two of you. “I’ll try my best.”

Josh squeezed you gently and placed a kiss on your temple. “You ready to go, my love?”

You hummed, nodding slowly and reaching for the handle of the car door. Josh playfully pulled you back, lifting you off the ground briefly to turn to the side. He placed you back on your feet and let his hands drop from around you, opening the car door for you. “You’d think you’d know by now that you’re not allowed to open your own door.”

You rolled your eyes, placing a gentle kiss to his cheek and sliding into your seat. There was a little voice in the back of your head that told you to look in the back seat of the car, and though you craned your head around knowing nothing would be there your heart still sank at the lack of a car seat.

So as your head swiveled back around to Josh, your eyes instantly fell upon the way his hands were gripping the steering wheel. The tendons raised leaving soft shadows traveling across his hands. You followed them up his arm, veins protruding just in their relaxed state. Cautiously, you snaked your hand to rest on his thigh, your thumb tracing circles against his pants.

Your hand ran down his thigh, your fingers playing with his knee cap before slowly sliding back upwards. Your brain was running a mile a minute and you absentmindedly tucked your bottom lip into your teeth as you adjusted your position in your seat. You needed to calm yourself down, to get a grip and the only thing you could think to do was slowly rub your legs back and forth together to provide just some sort of satisfaction.

“Are you cold, angel?” You couldn’t tell if it was your current mindset or not, but Josh’s voice seemed smoother than normal. “I can turn the heat on.”

“Nothing else needs to be turned on right now.” The words pushed past your gritted teeth.

Josh looked to his side without moving his head, just to get a glimpse of you. “Oh?”

It was barely noticeable, but Josh pressed a little harder on the gas. You weren’t sure you had ever gotten from the church to your apartment so fast, the anticipation building with each second that passed. Josh pulled into his usual parking spot, making sure to get out of the car and open your door for you before you could reach for the door handle.

You got out of the car and practically pulled Josh the entire distance from the car to your apartment door. You handed the keys to Josh, letting him unlock the door as you turned and lifted yourself to press a kiss against his jaw.

His hands fumbled with the lock at your distractions and you laughed against his jaw every single time you heard the metal scrape as he desperately tried to find the keyhole. “I hope you have better aim in a few minutes Joshua.” You whispered against his neck as you nipped at the skin.

“I-I will.” He desperately tried to get the words out, and finally you heard the click of the door unlocking, and the two of you nearly fell inside as the door swung open. “Is there something I did to deserve this?”

Your fingers were frantically pulling at the hem of his shirt, begging for him to rip it off as it was getting in your way. “Just shut up and kiss me.” Your words were breathy in anticipation, but you were satisfied when he didn’t even hesitate to follow your direction, pulling you in to match your energy with a desperate kiss.

Now that Josh was almost half as aroused as you were, he walked forward to press you against the wall. His hand traversed down your side where it stopped at your hip to give a playful tease. “What do you want me to do, angel?”

Your head raised from the wall to press your nose against his, “What I want? Oh Josh… I want you to fuck me senseless. I want to savor what it feels like to have your cum warming my pretty pussy…” There was a pause, and in that time you managed to soften your voice. “If you’re up for it, that is…”

Josh took a step back, staring at you bewildered. “If I’m up for it…” He watched as your fingers hastily undid the buttons of his shirt. “Angel, I will give you anything.”

As you undid the final button of his shirt, you locked eyes with him, a mischievous smirk on your lips. “Anything?”

He wasn’t quite sure why you felt the need to repeat his statement, but he wasn’t in the mood to ask any more questions. The hands on your hips gripped tighter and with one brisk motion you were lifted from the ground, your legs instinctively looping around his waist. He stumbled forward a bit, your back falling against the wall as he readjusted his stance to balance out the weight.

You were so tightly wrapped around him that you could feel the fabric of his pants pressing against your panties as your dress pulled up your thighs. As Josh walked you to the bedroom, the friction alone had you whimpering against his ear. “Fuck, you’re so sensitive right now angel.” You fully expected him to plop you against the comforter but instead he was the one that fell backwards against the bed and his legs hung over the edge. He forced you to reposition with one leg on either side of his thigh. “Show me how desperate you are for me.”

Honoring his wishes, you placed a hand upon his chest and rocked your hips upon his thigh. Typically, you’d try your best to hold back but as of now you didn’t give a fuck. So as you pleasured yourself against his thigh you also released such beautiful sighs that captured and held Josh’s attention.

He was entranced, watching the way your lips parted, and your eyes fluttered shut. His hands took hold of your hips, rocking you slowly over the fabric of his jeans. He slowed your pace, lifting you from his thigh and rolling the two of you over so he was hovering over you. “What’s got you feeling so worked up tonight, angel?”

“Do you want an honest answer?” When you received a nod from him you continued. “Seeing how well you did with those kids tonight, how much they admire you, just absolutely wrecked me. I want that. I want you.”

The correlation of being a good father figure one day and how aroused you were finally clicked for Josh. He would never understand why it worked that way, but he wasn’t going to argue. “Hm. Are you telling me you want to practice?”

“I’m telling you I wish I had skipped taking my birth control this week.” You weren’t expecting the grunt to rumble from Josh at your confession, but that combined with seeing the wet spot on his thigh that had soaked through your panties brought a moan to the surface of your lips.

Josh rolled his hips against yours, making it clear just how much was enjoying your enthusiasm, and he lowered his face until his lips were ghosting over your own. “You wanna have my baby, angel?”

You hummed, chasing the contact of his plump lips as he lifted himself to a kneeling position. He took a minute to admire you laid out for him, desperate for something so primal, so intimate. You were squirming beneath him, desperately searching for friction. His hands roamed along your sides, trailing down to the edge of your dress and pulling it up until you had to lift your hips, and he continued to pull it up until you had to sit up so that he could pull it off of you. He tossed it onto the floor, leaving it forgotten as he descended to press his lips against your newly bare skin.

Josh took his sweet time kissing across your collarbones, reaching beneath you to unclasp and remove your bra. It was thrown behind him, joining your dress on the floor as he trailed his lips down to your breasts and brushed his lips over your nipple, pulling away when you tried to lift yourself toward him. “Patience baby.”

You groaned, earning a chuckle from him as he pressed his lips against your warm skin once again. He kissed his way along your torso, stopping at the hem of your panties and sucking a hickey into the delicate skin of your hip. His fingers hooked around the elastic of your panties, dragging them down oh so slowly as he kissed along your thigh. When the fabric reached your knees, he separated from your skin, sitting back and bending your legs so that he could pull the panties the rest of the way, dropping them off the edge of the bed and placing his hands on your knees.

It didn’t matter that he had seen you naked more times than you could count, he still stared in awe as he slowly drew your legs apart, revealing just how wet you were for him. You watched as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth as one of his hands crept along the inside of your thigh, inching closer and closer to your core.

You were dripping, no, sopping wet at the anticipation of feeling his cock slipping inside of you. Yet instead, the cold touch of his fingers stole some of the warmth from the core and the sensation had your back arched slightly. “All of this, because you want me to be a daddy?” Josh breathed out, completely in awe. “I'm more than happy to give you that, fuck, more than happy to fill you up and give you what we both want.”

With wide eyes you looked down upon Josh as he happily sank two fingers deep within your throbbing cunt. It felt phenomenal but it lacked that warmth, that comfort that you truly craved. That was until he burrowed his head between your legs and wrapped his mouth around your clit for a taste.

“S’not what I want.” You whimpered, though admittedly enjoying the feel of his tongue flipping across you. “Want you.”

His laugh vibrated deep into your core, pure amusement in the tone. “You’re being so impatient… Are you truly that desperate for my cock?”

It was then that he slipped his fingers from out of you, leaving you empty. You watched as he stood up once more, fumbling with the buckle of his belt for a few seconds before finally they slipped down his legs.

If you weren’t salivating before, you were now. The length of his dick stuck straight forward once it was relieved from his jeans, only curving slightly upwards. Josh quickly noticed your glances of admiration and wrapped his fist around the base of his length. He made one long stroke upwards so he could spread his pre-cum across the tip.

“Tell me you wa-“

“Josh please. Please just give it to me. I need it now.” You were pulling at his shoulders to get him to fall down towards you, his free hand pressed beside your shoulder to hold his weight upwards.

“Keep begging. I love watching that pretty mouth beg for my dick. Come on momma, beg.”

Not in the mood to drag it out any further, you happily obliged. A string of pleas fell effortlessly past your lips followed with the biggest puppy dog eyes in his direction. As you begged, he flipped the head of his cock back and forth watching it glide around in your arousal. Just the god damn noise it made could send you over the edge but what you truly wanted was for him to be the one finishing.

Right when you grew silent, he slid his length inside of you, instantly moaning at the amount of lubricant you had produced for him. In response both of your hands gripped the back of his neck to pull his forehead against yours. Your mouth hung open, letting every exhale come out as a breathy moan.

He began a wonderful pace of rolling his hips and didn’t dare hesitate to put a hand to good use rubbing circles upon your clit. “Is this what you wanted, angel?” He cooed.

You gave a soft hum at first, and when you felt his eyes still beaming in your direction you decided to speak in a delicate whisper. “Yes. Yes Josh, this is exactly what I want—fuck.”

He wanted to make you fuck up your words, wanted to watch you stumble all because of him so while you spoke he slammed his hips deep inside of you. “Is this how deep you want my cock when I cum?” Again, he slammed his hips so deep inside you all he had left to do was to roll his stomach against your clit. “You better give me an answer soon my love because with your pussy this wet I won’t be lasting much longer.”

“As deep as it can go Josh, please. Don’t want a single drop to go to waste.” There was a tension in your stomach that was all too familiar to you, and it kept getting tighter as Josh continued to roll his cock so perfectly inside of your cunt. “I’m going to—“

“Shh. I know, just let go.” His voice so close to your ear was what you needed to finish, and he held you down as your muscles begged for mercy.

He followed close behind, but made sure to loop his hands around the back of your thighs to pull you tightly against him. You felt the warmth shooting inside of you, and though you had already reached orgasm the feeling alone could have easily given you another.

To your surprise, Josh stayed put and let his body rest upon yours with heavy breaths. “Hey angel?”

“Hmm?” Your hands came upwards to gently stroke through his brown curls.

“Do you actually think I’d be a good dad one day?” He pushed his head upwards to lock eyes with you.

“Josh. You’d be the best father. You’re so kind and so full of love for the youth group, I can only imagine what you’d be like with your own… our own.” That last part was a soft whisper. It was a bit harder to admit to wanting to grow a family with Josh now that the arousal had subsided.

“And you would make an excellent mother. Don’t think you’re the only one that’s had these thoughts before, angel.” He delicately placed a kiss between your breasts. “Did you mean it… when you said you wished you hadn’t taken the pill this week.”

Just him using your words against you had the hottest of blushes overtaking your cheeks. “I mean. Yeah. I meant it. Do I want kids right this instant? Maybe not, but I know I want them to be with you.”

“I’d be fine with kids right now.” Josh was whispering, tracing your ribs with his index finger. “With you.”

Neither of you were actively ignoring the fact that Josh was getting hard again, his hips held tight against your own as he kissed his way up your throat. He kept one hand pressed into the sheets as the other wandered along your side, brushing across your navel as he rocked himself into you. You were both still sensitive from your first orgasms, so the feeling of his cock sliding out of you had a stuttered whine falling from your lips.

You could feel his cum seeping out around his cock as he pulled out of you, leaving just the tip inside as he sucked a hickey into the skin of your throat. He peppered kisses along your jaw, ghosting his lips over your own as he slowly sank into you. He was cocky, a smug grin growing on his lips as you moaned into his mouth.

“I think. You should throw those damn pills away.” Josh whispered under his breath but it was just loud enough you could hear it over the volume of your moans.

“I don’t know how much- fuck” He was getting off on your inability to form a sentence, squeezing your legs around him as he built up a steady rhythm. “I don’t know how much either of our parents would like it if I got pregnant out of wedlock.”

He leaned down to gently place your nipple between his teeth as you somehow managed to get your sentence out despite his efforts to keep you stuttering. “Out of wedlock? Who said it would be out of wedlock?” He teased with muffled words before releasing your nipple.

He was being mouthy, sucking at your neck until you could feel it grow sore. “I’d do whatever it takes to make you the mother of my child.” Just the thought had his hips thrusting deeper, and he responded to every moan of yours with a whimper of his own.

You could tell he was close already, edging closer and closer with every moan, every whimper, every squeeze of your walls around his cock. You locked your ankles around him, pulling him as close as possible as he rolled his hips into you, trying as hard as he could to hold on. You turned your head to press your lips against the shell of his ear as you ran your nails down his back. “I can feel it Josh, fill me up. Please- fuck, I want it all.”

“Getting greedy are we?” He panted against your cheek, losing rhythm as he spoke. “I want you to finish first, angel please.”

In response you contracted your muscles tightly around him and bit down upon his earlobe. “Cum. Now.” It was like magic, how on time he was to your command. He couldn’t even hold out a second longer and was once again spilling everything he had to offer inside of you.

His head was hung above yours as he desperately tried to catch his breath. “Don’t think this is over…” he whispered through the lopsided smirk that inched up one side of his face.

He tried to pull his hips back, but you let out a whine and tugged him in closer. You felt his fingers dance downwards towards your side and he pressed them into the sensitive skin. Instantly, you unhooked your leg to try and prevent him from tickling you.

He lowered down to the floor and pushed your knee to the side to get a glimpse of you. “My cum looks so much better when it’s dripping out of you.” He bit down on his bottom lip and ran his index finger along your swollen entrance.

“I think it feels better when it’s inside of me still…”

“Here, let me fix that.” And with one glide of his wrist he was sinking his finger inside of you, pushing his creation with it.

You were close, feeling the drag of his fingers as he curled them inside of you, his free hand wrapped tight around your thigh to keep you from squirming. He simply watched as you fought against his grip, arching your back as much as you could to meet his movements. “I can feel you clenching around my fingers, angel, you getting close?”

“Fuck, Josh-” Your words were cut short by a moan as he rolled his thumb over your sensitive clit. “So close, baby. Don’t stop.”

He kept his rhythm steady, inching you ever closer to your release, basking in the sounds of your whimpering moans and the filthy sound of him pushing his own cum back into you over and over. “Come on angel, give it to me. Cum for me one more time.”

His words pulled you under once again, the coil that had been wound so tight within you finally snapping. You were sure he was wearing an all to smug expression as he slowed his fingers, working you through your peak, but your eyes were clenched shut, small white dots dancing along the back of your eyelids as you fought to catch your breath.

After a few minutes, you felt the pull of his fingers as he removed them from within you. You whimpered at the loss of warmth between your legs as he pulled away from you, but you were surprised to feel a tap against your bottom lip. You peeled your eyes open, catching sight of Josh hovering over you, his arousal covered fingers resting against your lips as he stared down at you. “Care for a taste, angel?”

You hummed, parting your lips and feeling his fingers glide against your tongue. You hollowed your cheeks, sucking around them and sliding your tongue between them to cleanse them of the glorious combination of his cum and your own.

You savored it until he cautiously drew his fingers from your lips. He bent down to place a delicate kiss upon your swollen lips. “You never cease to amaze me.” With his words he stood up straight and walked over to grab a rag for you, watching as you gave a pout to the idea of standing up and letting whatever remained slip out of you. “Don’t pout, angel. We can always do this again, but for now we must clean up.”

After you were cleaned Josh guided you to your own shower, stopping at the mirror above the sink to take a look at the both of you. “You know… you’d be absolutely stunning pregnant.” He whispered from behind you, placing a kiss on your shoulder.

Josh took a few steps over to turn the water, letting it run for a bit to get to your favorite temperature. Scolding. He pulled the shower head off the wall and let it run across and pre-warm a place for you to stand.

“Such a gentleman…” Stepping into the shower, he also held your hand to guide you.

It was incredibly soothing, letting Josh run his hands over you, gently cleansing you of the sweat and other bodily fluids on your delicate skin. His lips brushed over the hickeys that had formed as he dried you off, leaving soft kisses over them. You were more than ready to collapse into your bed and pass out, but Josh guided you back into your room, sitting you on the edge of the bed and grabbing a clean pair of panties and a tee shirt for you.

The two of you melted into each other once you were comfortably tucked beneath your bedsheets, your limbs tangling together as you drifted off into what you considered the best sleep of your life.

When you woke up to your alarm, still wrapped in Josh’s warm embrace, you didn’t want to get out of bed, but you knew that the two of you were expected at his parents house. You reluctantly wriggled out of his grasp, giggling at the groan he let out as he reached for you. “Come back here, please angel.”

You let out a groan of your own as you stood from your bed, the sound causing Josh to peel open his eyes and watch as you waddled toward the bathroom. He tried, bless his heart, to muffle the laugh that escaped him, but you heard it and turned, pointing at him and directing an accusatory glance in his direction. “You are not allowed to laugh at me, Joshua.” You gestured down to your shaky legs. “This is all your fault.”

He pulled himself to a seated position against the headboard, lifting his eyebrows at you. “My fault? If I remember correctly, you were the one tearing my clothes off the second we entered the apartment last night.”

You rolled your eyes, stepping into the bathroom and looking back at him again, this time with a warm smile as he reclined against your headboard. He smiled back, stretching his arms up above his head and smirking as your eyes travelled along his tensed torso. You shook yourself out of your trance, earning a chuckle from Josh as you closed the bathroom door. “I love you.”

You glanced at yourself in the mirror, eyeing all of the hickeys peaking over the collar of your shirt as you called back to him. “I love you too. I don’t love how many hickies I’m going to have to cover before we go to your parents house.”

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absolutepokemontrash · 1 year

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Just Sleep It Off

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Warnings: Mentions of murder, Belphie being himself (affectionate AND derogatory)

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The Devildom was gloomy. Belphie didn’t mind it all that much, the sunlight reminded him of the Celestial Realm after all, and he had no love for the place.

The Avatar of Sloth wasn’t an imposing figure like his dearest twin, he was scrawny for a demon, but that didn’t stop the other students at RAD from clearing a path for him. Anyone could sense the absolutely foul mood the youngest brother was in, and no one wanted to incur his wrath.

He didn’t even need to bare his stubby little fangs to the crowd to get them to scatter out of the way of the door to the assembly hall. Stubby little fangs… almost like a puppy’s… Lucifer once called them cute.

Lucifer… that name felt like bile on Belphie’s tongue as his scowl deepened. The youngest placed a hand on the door and threw it open, throwing a final parting glare at the students who dared to whisper behind him before stepping in.

The Devildom’s future king and his darling lapdog were talking in hushed whispers as the rest of the brothers shifted nervously in their seats. All eyes fell on Belphegor the moment the door clicked shut behind him.

“You’re late.” Lucifer said as Belphie shot him a glare and took his seat.

“Why would I be on time to a meeting I don’t want to go to?” Belphie almost snarled. A looming presence behind him caused Belphie to straighten his posture and forcibly soften his glare.

“Mind your manners, Belphegor,” Barbatos said, his voice as level and calm as ever. Belphie hadn’t even seen him when he came in, and yet the butler always skulking about somewhere… “Lord Diavolo invited you to this meeting for a good reason.”

“Yeah, and I know the damn reason!” Belphie snapped, crossing his arms and glaring up at Diavolo and Lucifer like a petulant child. “Our little ‘prince’ wants to invite some fucking humans into the Devildom!”

Seemingly ignoring Belphie’s tone and the thinly veiled insult, Diavolo only nodded, his usual smile wasn’t present, but he wasn’t particularly angry looking either.

“I take it you’ve all read my proposal.”

There was a muffled affirmation from the rest of the student council, most of which avoided eye contact with both Belphie and Lucifer and shifted uncomfortably in their seats.

“And from what you’ve read, I take it you understand why I’m doing it?”

Belphie dug his unsheathed claws into the wooden arms of his seat, sending splinters skittering to the floor as he let out an involuntary growl.

“Yes. We do.” Lucifer answered for everyone, pfff, as usual.

“For the good of the Devildom, and the good of all the other-“

“THE OTHERS CAN ROT IN THE PITS OF THE FIELDS OF PUNISHMENT.” Cutting the crown prince of Hell itself off was decidedly not a smart move, but Belphie’s usually sharp wit had been dulled by the simmering rage that had turned up to a boil. “We don’t need any humans or angels down here, not after the shit they’ve pulled!”

“Were you not once an Angel, Belphegor?” Diavolo asked, calmly tilting his head.

“Do I look like an Angel now?!” Belphie fired back, he dug his claws so hard into the right arm of his chair that the end snapped off, clattering to the ground. “This entire idea is fucking stupid!”

The room went silent, only Lucifer and Diavolo met Belphie’s challenging glare. All of his other dear brothers were staring into their laps or at the door, longing to just get out of their seats and sprint to the exit, Belphie assumed.

“I… I think it could be fun!” Asmo finally broke the silence, nervously looking around at each of his brothers. “I mean, humans are fun to play with! And not to mention they have all sorts of fun fashion trends that haven’t hit the Devildom yet!”

“Y-yeah… yeah!” Mammon suddenly seemed to snap out of his nervousness and gave everyone an excited, but still shaky nod. “Humans are fun sometimes, ya know?”

Diavolo gave Asmo and Mammon an appreciative nod, but Belphie only growled and shook his head. “BULLSHIT! Have you two idiots forgotten what happened?!”

“Belphegor.”

Lucifer’s voice breaking through Belphie’s shouts quieted the whole room once again. The eldest’s deep red eyes bore into Belphie’s, who felt himself shiver.

“Go home and sleep this off. I’ll talk to you about this later.”

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The ticking of the clock in the corner of the attic had seeped its way into the fibres of Belphie’s mind. The old grandfather clock was broken, it had been for at least a hundred years now, but instead of throwing it away, Mammon had hidden it up in the attic and sneakily replaced it. The ticking was fundamentally off, and the hour and minute hands were permanently stuck at 3:33, but the second hand kept ticking.

One tick, two ticks, silence… then the third, fourth, and fifth tick would come in quick succession. Then the cycle would start all over again.

Belphie lay on his front, staring blankly at the face of the clock. Boredom was his only fightable adversary at that moment, and he was choosing to roll over and let it win.

He could hear the human down there, the beating of their heart, fragmented thoughts of their’s, all through the use of what little magic Belphie could slip through the barrier Lucifer had painstakingly put up. The Avatar of Sloth scowled and buried his face in his blankets. It had been over three weeks and the human hadn’t gotten up to him yet. The messages, the dreams, Belphie wasn’t sure if the human was just incredibly dense or had fantastic self preservation instincts.

Sleep it off… Belphie thought to himself, letting his eyes flutter shut. Sleep these stupid feelings away…

…

Of course Belphie couldn’t have a pleasant dream, that would be too kind.

He was an Angel again, running through backroads and side streets around some town in the human world, a dopey grin on his face every time he ducked out of sight. He raised a hand to muffle a giggle as he watched Beel go right by his hiding place.

It wasn’t wise to celebrate his victory so early, Belphie knew that, especially when Lilith was on the prowl. She was the expert, at both hiding, and finding, but her fatal weakness was her giggle. She’d snicker like a mischievous little child anytime she’d get close, and if you were quick enough after hearing it, you might have a chance to run.

Belphie’s ears were straining for anything, any footstep, swish of clothing, or father forbid, a giggle. But Belphie heard nothing.

Absolutely nothing, no birds flying overhead, no humans milling about around him…

Just nothing.

A pit formed in the youngest brother’s stomach as he slipped out of the alley and wandered into the completely empty streets. The sun was shining blindingly overhead, it was a perfect cloudless day, but the town was completely deserted.

“Lilith? Beel?” Belphie called out, to no answer. He felt a shudder creep up his spine as he began to walk forward. “…guys?”

A faint humming finally slipped its way into Belphie’s ears, the soothing melody was sweet, but it did nothing to ease Belphie’s fear.

It never did after the first time.

He has had this dream before.

A modest little house at the end of the street had its door cracked open, the humming grew louder the closer Belphie got.

The door swung open, and there she was. Sweet Lilith, kneeling at the bedside of that human, humming her sweet little melody.

“Lilith…” Belphie whispered.

“Belphie!” She looked up in a mixture of surprise and terror. “Oh… oh no… p-please don’t tell anyone!”

The youngest brother took a deep breath, and said the words he’d said a thousand times before.

“My lips are sealed. No one will know.”

And even though he had watched this scene unfold a thousand times, he still couldn’t brace himself for Lilith’s wings.

Her brilliant white wings unfurled, fanning out to their full size, Lilith’s halo glinted in the blinding sunlight that trickled in through the windows. But as quickly as the halo had appeared, thick, black, cracks slithered across its surface as blood began to trickle down her wings.

“You’d protect me, right?” Lilith asked. “You love me, right?”

“Yes.” Belphie wanted to turn away, he wanted to flee, he wanted to wake up… but he couldn’t. He said he’d sleep it off, after all.

“Then why didn’t you take the arrow?”

The bloody arrow appeared in Belphie’s hands. This was the one, the one that had pierced his sister’s wing.

“I-I’m sorry- I-“

“You let me die.”

“I didn’t, I swear I-“

“You brought me to the human world.”

“L-Lilith I’m-“

“I never would have met him without you.”

“I didn’t mean to- I swear I didn’t-“

“You might as well have fired the bow yourself.”

The bow appeared in Belphie’s hands, heavy as lead, and yet he found himself stringing it anyway. The scene melted away, leaving just Belphie and Lilith. His sister spread her arms, as if asking for a hug, a blank expression on her face.

“What are you waiting for?” She asked.

Belphie felt himself aim the bow as sobs wracked his frame and tears rolled down his cheeks like twin waterfalls.

Lilith on the other hand, remained emotionless. She simply tilted her head, and said her final words.

“Fire.”

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“You got a pact with Satan?” Belphie leaned against the door to the attic, a lazy smirk spreading across his features. “Fantastic, all you need now is a pact with Lucifer.”

The human excitedly nodded, but as quickly as their glee appeared, it vanished. “I don’t think he trusts me enough yet… we’ve been having this back and forth thing since I first got down here…”

“Ah, Lucifer’s just touchy like that.” Belphie tsked. “Just keep doing what you’re doing. At the rate you’ve been attracting shenanigans, the next crazy thing to happen will probably end with Mammon hanging from the ceiling and with you having a pact with Lucifer.”

“You really think so?” The human tilted their head.

“Eh, I know so. This family can’t catch a break from bullshit anyway.” Belphie dismissively waved his hands, his smile only growing as the human giggled.

“Yeah, I hope so… well, I’ll see you later, okay Belphie?”

“See you, MC.” Belphie said as he watched the human disappear down the staircase.

He’d be out soon. Soon the human would be dead, and he’d have proved his point to Diavolo and Lucifer.

But a sour feeling began to brew in his gut. It quickly wrapped itself around his spine and almost made him dizzy. Belphie sat down on his bed, staring down at the floor as nausea hit him like a tank.

“Someone’s guilty.”

Belphie whirled around, snarling like a feral animal.

There she sat, on the other side of his bed. Lilith. Just as Belphie remembered her.

She was sitting cross legged, both her hands resting on either side of her. It was casual, like she had just dropped in to say hello to her dear little brother.

“What do you want?” Belphie growled, and Lilith only snickered and tilted her head.

“What? Do you not want to talk to me?”

Belphie scoffed. “I don’t like talking to myself.”

A pout appeared on Lilith’s lips, before it melted into a childish, almost vindictive smirk. “Well then, I should know you better than anyone, then.”

Belphie rolled his eyes and turned away, only for Lilith to appear in front of him.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you, Belphie.” Lilith snapped, crossing her arms and tapping her foot, just like she always did when she was annoyed. “I know full well how guilty you feel.”

“I am not guilty!” Belphie spat, mirroring how Lilith so petulantly crossed her arms.

Lilith laughed and shook her head, staring down at Belphie with a half lidded gaze. “You feel guilty about misleading the human, don’t you?”

She laughed again, and Belphie growled and shook his head.

“Leading that poor little lamb off to the slaughter, oh how demonic of you~.” Lilith teased. “Though, the way the human clouds your thoughts isn’t very demon-like, is it? You feel just terrible, don’t you?”

“I do not!”

“Yes you do!” Lilith pointed an accusatory finger at Belphie. “You feel guilty like some snivelling little child, don’t you?!”

“No!”

“Yes! Yes you do! You still hold some kind of love for the creatures that killed me! Your own sister! How pathetic is that?!”

“No! I don’t! I swear to you I don’t!” Belphie cried, rising to meet his sister, who only scoffed and shook her head.

“Swear to me, what shit, you’re swearing to yourself when you know it’s a lie.” Lilith began to circle him, like a vulture ready to pick apart a corpse. “You enjoy your little talks with that human, don’t you?”

“No…”

“You look forward to when they next come up…”

“I don’t…”

“You love it when they tell you about all their little adventures… adventures that should belong to you…”

“NO I DON’T!” Belphie finally shouted. “I HATE HUMANS! I HAVE SINCE THE DAY THAT FUCKING WAR STARTED! THE NEXT TIME THAT HUMAN COMES UP HERE, THEY’RE DEAD! YOU HEAR ME?! THEY’RE FUCKING DEAD!”

Belphie awoke with a start. It was darker than usual outside. Nighttime in the Devildom.

The Avatar of Sloth fell backwards back into his mass of pillows, a sigh escaping his lips.

Just… just sleep it off…

How fitting for the Avatar of Sloth. Awakening from a nightmare only to long for the embrace of sleep once more.

Go on then… Belphie heard Lilith’s voice whisper in his ear.

Sleep it off. Sleep off your guilt and awaken with resolve.

Belphie felt his eyelids flutter shut.

You know what you’re going to do.

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Author’s Note

Hello friends! I’ve been meaning to write a little one-shot fic for Belphie for a while now, but I’ve finally done it! And right during exam season haha…

Y’all please pray for me I’m trying to do my work…

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acciojaeyun · 2 years

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underneath the table | fred weasley smut

pairing: fred weasley x fem!reader (royal!au) warnings: (18+) nsfw, voyeurism, oral, male-receiving? a bit of edging, spitting. idk what else to add here except the fact that this was filthy and i needed to cave into fred weasley, yk. prompts: “i’m sensitive, please”

a/n: here's the part two to those who've asked from the first part of the fic!! i always love some pining with dear ol' freddie. so, ofc, this will have a third part 🙈

summary: y/n y/l/n was as needy as ever for fred weasley after the last encounter where they were interrupted the last time. now, as another opportunity presents itself to y/n, she knows she has to do something about it.

"Miss Y/N," Madame Pomfrey says as she makes a quick rundown on her list, minutes before another banquette is to be held in the kingdom, as Hon. Ron, the family's youngest son, had announced his engagement with the Lady Granger - or Hermione, as she likes to be called most of the times - therefore, another celebration is expected.

Which meant Y/N had spent most of her free days instead of helping in formwork every Saturday with Fred hovering above her anytime he got, she spent the day going with Madame Pince and Madame Pomfrey for the preparation, from the cleaning of the chambers to buying vegetables, meat, and other raw ingredients from the merchants in King's Cross.

So, Fred, whose favourite day was Saturday considering he gets to see more of Y/N during the second to the last day weekend, was immediately displeased - to say the least. In fact, his team had won by the number of bludgers he had beaten off, leaving at least one or two for George to deal with.

"Pray thee, brother," George kids Fred as they unmounted the broom, with Fred emphasizing each action by harshly throwing his own away, leaving a loud thud as George found the whole scene entertaining. "take a breather or the next time I see you the whole broom closet is torn down into pieces of wood."

Fred rolled his eyes, shaking off his rather sweaty hair, removing his gears in such a fierce manner.

"Ah, still no attitude adjustment from Y/N, I assume?" George whispers, laughing almost immediately as Fred meets his gaze as he nonchalantly removed all of his gear.

"There's no attitude adjustment," Fred mutters, freeing the top section of his hair from the tight pony he has placed it in.

"Yet," George replies, winking at Fred, who, in turn, just slapped the back of his head, with George exclaiming a playful wince of pain as he returned the gesture to his older twin. "Don't know why you just can't ask her out, though, she seems pretty in love with you."

Fred shrugs, and immediately George knew. "Mum and Dad both know that we don't take rules by the book, Freddie. We simply have a mind of our own."

The older twin didn't dare to respond. He knows how he and George have a mind of their own, yes, he and his twin always had blown up different rooms and bathrooms - causing plumbers and carpenters to be working more than their usual hours.

With one pat on the shoulder from George, they made their way outside the Quidditch closet, with Ginny following closely behind with a pastry in her hand.

"Where'd you get that?" George asks as he tries to pinch off a part from Ginny, who had successfully whisked the bun away before George could get a hold of it.

"This," Ginny says before taking the last bite, "is from Y/N. If you want you could ask for one, or let Fred ask, I'm sure she'll give more than one." Ginny winks at Fred.

"I'm pretty sure she'll give the whole basket if Fred's the one who'll ask," Harry follows in, making them laugh as Fred huffed and rolled his eyes.

"Those are for later, you know she only gave you that bun since you’re her favourite Weasley," Fred says, still annoyed by the fact that he had not seen Y/N the whole day. "I beg to differ," Ginny counters, wiping off the cinnamon-covered fingers on her handkerchief, "when she got back, the first thing she asked after greeting me was where you are, I'm pretty sure I'm second."

"When did I fall into third place?" George pouts, making Fred punch his arm.

"Where is she?" Fred turns to Ginny as they neared the marble staircase towards the castle.

As soon as Fred has taken a shower and changed into comfier clothes, he finds himself wandering over the Kitchens four hours before the banquette - while he knows Y/N might be busy preparing, he couldn't help it, especially when he had witnessed the beauty of each curve that her body possessed. It was as if she was the finest wine Fred desperately needed to taste and devour, and he'll do everything to taste it - and for all he knew, Fred always got his things his way.

So, when Fred sees Madame Pomfrey leave the Kitchens with maidens following about her, he tries to recognise each lady, and when he realises Y/N was not included in the roster, he sneaks his way down to the Kitchens.

Lo, and behold, the fairest maiden his eyes had ever seen. Y/N was chopping the vegetables in such serenity Fred always found himself drawn towards. He took quiet steps, so much for not trying to break her focused stance before placing his hands on her hips, making Y/N jolt as she felt the touch.

"Goodness, sire," Y/N chuckles nervously as she recognises the familiar scent of the man who had his hands on the expanse of her hips. "you scared me."

"Where were you?" Fred ignores her remark, sliding his hands to her waist as he pulls the body against his, his body flushing at the contact, and sooner enough, he was getting turned on by the way he acknowledges he felt her skin beneath his touch.

"Head maiden duties, I had to accompany mesdames," Y/N whispers, hands failing to chop the vegetables on her board as she basks in the presence of the attractive young man whom she had been pining ever since.

Fred smirks at how Y/N tries her very best to stay composed, and soon enough, Fred places his chin on her shoulder as his hands enveloped Y/N's, guiding her hands in chopping the vegetables.

"You know you do have magic, right?" Fred whispers as his lips ghost the shell of her ear, kitten licking a small portion of her skin, making the lass shiver at the action. "Yes, sire," Y/N responds, biting her lip.

"But I prefer you guiding me on how to do it," Y/N responds timidly, making Fred's breath hitch and for him to let out a low groan. "God, m'lady," Fred chuckles as he presses his hips against her bum, "you don't know what you do to me."

Y/N places down her knife and spins around, making Fred lose his balance before gripping the edge of the counter Y/N had been working on, trapping the lady between his arms, their lips almost touching at the very small distance between them.

"Then let me know," Y/N says, and Fred immediately places his mouth on hers, pushing his hips against the crotch as much as he can, considering that her flowy dress didn't give him much access to it. Y/N moaned, hands intertwining behind Fred's neck as she pulled him deeper into the kiss.

Fred, with only half a mind, had successfully pushed the vegetables aside as well as the other kitchenware, taking a hold of her thighs to aid her as he told her to jump and seat on the counter. Y/N's legs spread wide as Fred hoisted the fabric towards the top of her thighs, giving him room as he tried to dry hump against her clothed crotch.

"Merlin, baby," Fred says as soon as their kiss broke, eyes meeting hers as his hips rutted against her, with Y/N sensually trying to meet his rhythm. "a fucking goddess you are - a slut - but a goddess." he winks at her, making Y/N blush.

But as soon as things could escalate further, the lad and the lass both heard the faint voice of Madame Pomfrey, with the heels of her shoes clicking against the marble stone floor.

"Shit," Fred says, pulling Y/N down from the counter and casting a verbal spell to fix the things on the counter. As soon as the counter was back to normal, he faced the lass, almost groaning at the sight of her: flushed, with dark eyes in such a stare he knew was only reserved for him.

"God, are you so sexy," Fred says as he pecks her lips more than once. "dinner duties?" he asks as the steps become loud with each second. Y/N shook her head, "They wanted me to rest."

Fred hummed, "Be there at the dining hall, alright? I'll miss you,"

"But, sir -"

"Lord's orders," he winked before turning Y/N around and making her take hold of the knife and usher her back to chopping.

"Oh, Lord Weasley! What a surprise," Madame Pomfrey says with a gasp as she finds him walking around the Kitchens, looking dishevelled, but the Housekeeper remained ignorant. "To who do I offer the visit?"

"I got hungry, looked for something to eat," Fred shrugged, "would you be serving the custards later, Madame Pomfrey?" he follows up a second later as the Housekeeper was about to respond.

"Oh, yes, sire, in fact, Y/N was the one who said to serve that tonight," Madame Pomfrey smiles. "Do you have any more requests for the dinner tonight, my Lord?"

"I'm good, thank you," Fred smiles, "but if I were to get hungry and needed those custards before dessert, I could ask Y/N right?" he smirks as Y/N's blush deepened.

"Of course, sir," Madame Pomfrey replies.

"Good, now, will you excuse me," Fred says, excusing himself, without him not trying to sneak a wink in Y/N's way.

And excuse herself was something Y/N tries to do as the banquette neared and some invited guests arrived at the Dining Hall. She hadn't seen Fred since he made his presence known in the Kitchens, and to say that the encounter made her underwear wet was an understatement. In fact, the whole time she had been preparing the custard flans, she has been looking at the door of the Kitchens ever now and so often as Fred said a while ago, and she only had stopped when Madame Pomfrey had called out her attention regarding it.

She huffs in annoyance as it dawns on her that Fred wasn't going to go down before dinner, and it almost pushes her to the edge when she had walked past him across the halls and he hadn't spared a glance at her.

How dare you, Y/N thinks.

And that was why she finds herself tucked underneath the long table of the Dining Hall, and she silently thanks herself for having to have chosen a thicker and longer table cover that reached the floor, for if not, she would be having a difficult time trying to act upon Fred's endless teasing.

So, as soon as she sees the familiar leather shoes clicking against the floor with the gold buckle that she knew was Fred's, she situates herself in front of the chair that Fred stopped at, and as soon as he took a seat, Y/N tries to contemplate whether what she was thinking of was worth the risk.

Goddamn it, Y/N bites her lip, I'm doing it.

Y/N had given ample time for Fred to situate during dinner, and her heart almost flutters as she held back a chuckle when Fred started tapping his foot impatiently on the floor as he tried to fidget, as if he were searching for someone.

When Fred's impatient foot-tapping had come to a halt, that is when Y/N's fingers lightly danced on Fred's knee, making Fred's knee jerk and hit the table, with Fred slightly groaning at the sudden action, and her laughing lightly as Fred tries to excuse what had happened.

Not a long while after, a teaspoon had fallen from the table, and Y/N stayed still as she didn't know whose silverware had fallen. Her breath hitched as she tried to keep it in, and sooner enough, she was met by a mischievous grin of Fred's.

Fred winks at her as he retrieves the spoon from the ground, making her blush as Fred pulls his chair closer to the table, much to Y/N's comfortability.

Y/N takes the lead as she tries to unbuckle Fred's trousers, pulling them down slightly as her breath ghosts on the black boxers Fred had worn. Her lips leave a kiss on the bulge that was starting to grow from the crotch, and her underwear, if it had been wet before, was getting wetter than it was a while ago.

She bites her lip before pulling the trousers down to pool at Fred's ankles, tongue immediately latching on Fred's clothed cock, making the lad jump in his seat. His hips involuntarily bucked slightly, an act which Y/N took that he wanted more.

But Y/N was not willing to comply - not yet - that's why she pushed his hips down on the chair, making Fred choke on his food, and Y/N smirked as she found the situation pleasant. She kept on kissing the covered dick, with her tongue going out every now and then to lick him under the fabric.

Her hands which were used to push Fred's hips down held the side of his thighs, pinching the muscular flesh as her teeth bit the band of his boxers, pulling it down sensually as she felt Fred tense up. Her fingers immediately tapped on his skin, soothing him down.

As soon as the pants were discarded along with his trousers, Y/N wasted no time and immediately licked his throbbing dick from the base to the tip of his head, taking her time to flick the skin from the head, tongue running across the slit of his cock.

Y/N's left hand went in between his thighs to cup his balls, wriggling her hand as she tried to massage as she bobbed her head up and down the impressive length of Fred. The hand that was used to cup Fred's thigh was now used to jack off his penis, her chest heaving out in such intensity as she tried to catch her breath.

Her fingers tightened and squeezed around the head, and soon, she was spitting on his head and smearing her saliva throughout the head, spreading it out on his dick before divulging again.

Fred's left hand went down the table, his thighs jerking every now and then as he tried to answer the small talk he found himself in, his hand tried to search for Y/N's right hand, to which Y/N had noticed, and after wiping the saliva-coated hands with Fred's thigh, she reached her hand towards Fred's and intertwined her hands with his.

"Fuck," Y/N breathed out as she paused from giving head to Fred, as it was challenging with his length and girth; hitting the back of her throat every down and then as she tried to eat him out whole.

Y/N was jerking Fred's dick off with such intensity, noting how Fred has been trying to suppress his squirming by tapping his foot and tightening his grip on their intertwined hands. She saw how Fred tried to buck his hips towards her mouth, and Y/N helped Fred by putting him in her mouth again, bobbing her head up and down with her tongue following suit, as her hand jacked off the remaining flesh that her mouth couldn't reach.

The hand which was used to massage his balls have been discarded, as she had already pushed down her hand to her underwear, teasing her clit before pushing two fingers inside her, desperately wanting to chase Fred's orgasm so she could come with the man.

It was at the same time when Y/N felt her orgasm approaching as Fred's right hand was now grasping her jaw, guiding her to be fast in order for him to come as his left hand dug his fingernails into Y/N's right hand. He didn't know Y/N was touching herself, and Y/N didn't know that Fred was doing everything in his willpower what was happening to him underneath the table.

Y/N quickened the pace on his cock, the noise of his skin on his mouth as well as her gagging was enough to turn her on, good thing that the Dining Hall was packed; as it drowned out the sinful noise that came under the table, had anyone been attentive enough.

Fred's hands stilled on Y/N, signalling that he was about to come, at the same time Y/N also came on her fingers, drenching her undergarments with her release. Fred's cum splattered down to the back of her throat, the salty yet sweet liquid burning up her tongue as she milked out his climax.

When Y/N felt that he was done, she swallowed the cum and pulled him out of her mouth and licked him clean slowly with her tongue, earning a squirm from Fred as he leaned against the chair, slightly peering at her from where she knelt on the ground in front of him.

"I'm sensitive," he mouthed, eyebrows furrowing as he met the innocent gaze of Y/N when she kitten-licked his overstimulated head. "Please," she followed his request.

Y/N winked and opened her mouth, indirectly telling him that she has swallowed his load. Fred's hooded eyelids looked at her in awe as he tried to breathe deeply without being obvious. His hands made way to her jaw and he ran his fingers on her cheek, "So pretty," he whispered.

Dinner soon ended after what seemed like a long while, but the night will soon be longer, for as Y/N reappeared - though looking unkempt - at the Dining Hall, clearing the tables as if she had not been underneath the table throughout, Fred cleared his throat and whispered to her, "Chambers, in two hours."

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