#even if this set has nothing to do with nye

[mikkomacko]

need a sequel to the NYE nico fic ! like maybe she tells him she’s pregnant on valentines day

Well this definitely got away from me but ask and you shall receive!

Nico Hischier x reader

Warnings: smut, daddy kink, breeding kink

Part two of this Next part

You can hear him pacing through the door. Maybe it would have been better to just let him wait in the bathroom but you couldn’t risk ruining your surprise. Even if it meant you had to drive Nico insane for a couple days.

Besides, he seems to play better hockey when he’s frustrated anyway, something you’ve always admired. Nico doesn’t shut down and run in the face of adversity, he pushes harder and harder, grows even more stubborn than he already is.

Which is how you ended up with a daily sex schedule on a shared doc after Nico discovered that his drunken New Years Eve romp wasn’t as successful as he thought it’d be. He was determined, and you weren’t complaining. You’d take any chance to have set pillow princess time with Captain Nico.

“Please tell me it’s been 10 minutes?” He whines through the door, and you bite back a giggle at his tone. The pregnancy test you’d just taken rests on the counter in front of you, a bright and clear positive sign on it.

Butterflies swarm in your chest, your suspicions true after the past couple days of tender breasts and raging hormones. You have to swallow a couple times to clear away any happy tears, quietly stuffing the positive test in your old box of tampons.

“Like two more minutes, Nico hold on.” You call back, deciding to hide the test in your bathroom junk drawer instead. Nico has taken up the habit of checking your tampons and pads to see if you started your period lately and the last thing you need is him ruining his present.

After tucking it away, you fish out the negative one from awhile back that you saved just for this. Steeling yourself, you force the smile on your lips into a frown.

“Nico,” you say softly, your voice cracking because you do feel bad lying to him and you feel like crying over anything and everything right now.

“Yeah?” He calls back through the door and you can practically see him pressed into it on the other side. “Come out please? I need to see you.”

You flick the lock and open the door, clutching the negative test in your fist. Nico is crowded in the door way, big brown eyes already looking at you with an unusual droopiness. He doesn’t even look for the test in your hand, just takes in the tears in your eyes and the way you’re biting your lip nervously.

“Aw baby,” he mumbles, opening his arms for you. You step into his embrace, resting your cheek against his chest and wrapping your arms around him. He squeezes you tightly, large biceps caging your body to his and his fingers tangle in your hair. He nuzzles into the top of your head, and you feel his chest rise with deep breaths as he pulls himself together.

“I’m sorry Nico,” you say, sincerely knowing he’ll think you’re apologizing for not being pregnant. But you’re more apologizing for lying to him, for disappointing him one last time.

“No,” he says firmly, and you let him wordlessly walk you towards the bed. “You’ve got nothing to be sorry for. We’ll get it, I know we will.”

And there’s that determination. You lighten up a bit at that, realizing that maybe this didn’t hurt him as much as you thought it would. Pulling back from his embrace, you look up at him to find a wetness in his eyes that wasn’t there before and your heart falls to your stomach. Instinctively, you press your palm into your belly, wincing at the way your gut twists with guilt.

Frowning, Nico takes your wrist and pulls your hand back, placing it over his heart instead. His heart thuds against the pads of your fingers, strong and steady like him.

“I didn’t mean to make you cry,” you whisper, looking down at your hand. He’s in the same black shirt he wore that night at the bar. You almost smile, thinking about how sweet and excited he was about starting a family.

“Not crying,” he insists “just a little water.”

You laugh gently, meeting his gaze again to find him smiling. “That is crying, for you.” You argue and he scoffs, shaking his head.

“No, you’ll see real bawling like a baby tears from me when we get our baby.” He promises. “And I don’t want hear sorry then either.”

You simply nod, heart warming at his words. Nico’s always so positive, so ready to take on anything with you. Prepared, he’s always a step ahead. You hope that this time you’ll finally catch him lagging. He’s a hard man to surprise.

“Give me a kiss and let me take you bed.” He requests, tapping the top of your head like you’re one of his teammates that’s just scored a goal. Giggling, you stretch up to seal your lips with his, sinking into the haze that is Nico in love. You don’t even pay attention to him slipping the negative test from your hand until he’s pulling back from the kiss and hiding it behind his back.

“Fresh start,” he says, stepping around you to take it to the bathroom. He tosses it in the trash, flicking off the light before joining you at the bottom of the bed.

“Thank you,” you murmur, kissing his chin before taking him by the hand to his side of the bed. Instead of climbing over to yours, you peel back the blankets and lay against his pillow. Taking a moment to fluff everything how you like, you open your legs for him and pat your thighs.

His eyes crinkle with his laugh, cheeks turning pink and you giggle when he knees way on top of you. You give him a sec to settle in, laying on his tummy between your thighs with his elbows on either side of your head.

“Night my love.” He whispers, resting his nose against yours and pecking at the corner of your mouth. You pull the blankets up over him, letting him reach over to flick off the lamp before he slides further down your body in the darkness.

Nico rests his head on your chest, one hand holding your thigh and the other sliding under the small of your back. He can’t stay like that all night but for now he’ll try.

“Night neeks,” you mumble into the top of his head, closing your eyes and stroking your fingers up and down his broad back. He adjusts his head, a curious noise coming from his mouth.

After a moment, his voice breaks the stillness.

“I thought you were pregnant,” he whispers, and you hum to let him know you’re listening. “Your boobs are bigger,” he continues and you blink your eyes open to stare at the ceiling.

Of course he’d fucking notice that.

“And you cum really fast now,” he adds as an afterthought. “Like really fast, always so wet too. I don’t even have to try anymore.”

Of course he’d notice that too. And it’d be hot, the cockiness of his words if they didn’t drip with disappointed confusion.

“Oh,” you mumble, unsure of what to say.

“Maybe we should see someone?” He prods, and his fingers nervously stroke over your thigh. You realize he’s feeling insecure about this, about not being able to get to you pregnant. He feels at fault, like he needs help somehow. Your heart almost breaks at the thought and you so badly want to tell him the truth.

When you don’t respond he continues, “I just, not that I think anything is wrong with us but I…”

You bury your other hand in his hair, scratching his scalp to soothe him.

“I want this so badly,” he confesses. “And I want it now.”

Guilty and unsure of what to do, you hold him tighter. “I know Nico. But it hasn’t been that long and maybe we just need to try more?”

“Yeah,” he agrees quietly “yeah but I think I’m still gonna do research, ok?”

You smile in the darkness. Always ready to go, to do more. You’d expect nothing less of him.

“Ok baby,” you agree “now get some rest for tomorrow. That schedule of yours has us down for like 3 times.”

He giggles boyishly and you swoon like a school girl. “Not that you need it since I’m apparently easy now.”

Nico snuggles further into your chest. “Nah think I’ve just spoiled you with good dick too often now.”

You can’t deny his words so you just kiss his forehead, shushing him to sleep. Hopefully you can keep up this act for the next couple days.

~

Nico came home to a romantic dinner on Valentine’s Day. This year it was your turn to plan, so you’d made his favorite pasta dish and set the table up all nice and pretty with pink and red confetti and candles and heart balloons.

Dressed up in his favorite little red silk dress you owned, you two talked and laughed over dinner, him sipping his beer and you water as you simply caught up on everything. You’re lucky to have Nico as both your lover and best friend, it makes conversation easy and fun, and kept it away from the topic of a baby. You figured a break from it would be refreshing, especially after that damn schedule of his had almost half the day blocked away for sex.

“Extra on the day of love,” he’d explained with an innocent smile and you let him be.

You needed him happy and distracted until dessert. And he was, so happy he didn’t even notice your lack of alcohol or the way your hormones had your eyes on his lips and half unbuttoned dress shirt all night.

Finally, at dessert you sealed the deal. Perched up on the kitchen counter with your legs swinging, you dipped a mini marshmallow into the chocolate fondue he made. Popping it into your mouth, you admired him as he poured two glasses of sparkling cider, in a bottle you made look like champagne.

Nico handed you your glass, parting his lips for a bite of chocolate covered strawberry that you fed him. You caught his lips right after, enjoying the sweet taste of dessert on his tongue.

“You know,” he murmured “I think we’ve still got an hour on the calendar.”

You laughed, peeling back from him to take a drink from your glass. Nico watched you with big moony eyes, dimples in his cheeks and his free hand wandered to your hip to hold you. Catching the way his eyes fell to your cleavage, you kicked at his thigh to keep him from staring too long. The last thing you need is him noticing that your boobs have grown even bigger in the last two days.

“Drink your champagne and then maybe,” you instruct and he huffs, rolling his eyes before bringing the glass to his lips. You watch him take a drink, notice the way his eyebrows furrow and he quietly smacks his lips afterwards.

Looking at you curiously, he frowns. “Baby this isn’t alcoholic?” He takes another drink before you can answer, still smacking his lips before setting the glass down.

“What?” You play along, slinking down from the counter and moving to the other side of the island. Nico pays you no mind, grabbing the bottle off the counter and lifting it to read the back of the label.

“What kind even is this?” He mutters, ever the Swiss wine critic and you smile as you dig out the positive test from where you hid it in the kitchen drawer.

Bouncing on your toes, you return to his side just as he turns the bottle to the front. It takes him a moment to fully read it. The custom label you made that in fancy lettering reads

Baby on the way!

Congrats daddy!

2024

“What?” He mutters confused, but you can feel the excitement bubbling in his chest as the words start to click.

“This might help,” you offer, placing the test on the counter in front of him. You attach yourself to his back, arms around his waist as you bite back a smile. Nico immediately picks it up, and you feel his whole body tense.

“No fucking way,” he mumbles, bottle and test clattering to the countertop. Nico shakes your hold off, spinning around to you. “Baby w-what? Are you-what?”

He grabs your face between his palms, eyes already filled with happy tears as they bore into your own watery ones.

“We’re pregnant Nico.” You confirm, laughing wetly. It’s as if he’s unsure of what to even do with himself, going between clutching your smiling face and raking his fingers through your hair. Finally he settles for wrapping you up in his arms, spinning you around the kitchen and hopping around like a giddy child.

You paw at his neck and shoulders, needing something to hold onto because he feels like he’s going to float up to the ceiling with you in his arms.

“We’re having a baby!” He cheers through a laugh “A baby! My baby!”

By the time he’s placed you back on the ground you’re breathless and dizzy from laughing. You cling to him, happy tears rolling down your cheeks and you’re so glad you decided on no makeup tonight.

Tear tracks stain his cheeks, his smile so big you think it might fall off his face and his neck has gotten all red and splotchy from excitement. You coo at him, tracing your fingers over it as if trying to soothe him.

“How long? I mean just the other day-“

“I lied,” you admit, frowning guiltily. “The test I showed you was old but I wanted to surprise you. I know you wanted this as a birthday gift so I figured I’d just make it a Valentine’s Day gift. I’m so sorry-“

His lips cut you off, sweet and passionate as he teasingly traces his tongue over your bottom lip. Nico backs you up into the countertop, moaning softly when your chest presses into his.

“No apologies,” he insists when he pulls back, still smiling. “This is the best gift.” He kisses you again, softer and shorter this time.

“Do you know how long?”

You play with the top button of his shirt. “I haven’t gone to like a doctor or anything. I only realized it last week and I took that test two nights ago but I think I’m a little over a month.”

A shit eating grin overtakes his face. “News Year Eve I knew it!” He exclaims, kissing at your cheeks and you laugh. “Or maybe my birthday. God we were so good on my birthday.”

“We’re always good,” you argue, pressing your front into him. You can feel the bulge of his cock in his jeans against your lower stomach but you don’t comment on it, waiting for him to do so.

“Yeah,” he agrees thoughtfully, eyes raking over your face. You bat your eyes at him, smiling shyly until he chuckles.

“I’m hard,” he admits as if you didn’t know. You hum your agreement, slowly working the other buttons of his shirt undone.

“Let’s go take care of it,” you murmur into his ear, breathy when you add a sly “daddy” to the end. Nico’s knees shake, a painful groan escaping his red lips and he’s scooping you up and hurrying to the bedroom.

You whine, pointing toward the couch and kicking your feet in protest. “It was so much closer,” you complain and he grunts in disgust.

“Not fucking my pregnant girl on the couch on Valentine’s Day,” he argues, tossing you gently into the pillows. “M’gonna take good care of ya.”

Shamelessly, you watch him unbutton the rest of his shirt and strip it from his body, squeezing your thighs together as he moves onto his jeans. He drops them and his boxers in one go, eager as he crowds over you on the bed, cock red and dripping as he goes.

You almost moan at the sight of him, hungry and desperate for him despite how often he’s been between your thighs lately. Nico notices, simpering as he works your dress up your thighs and torso, revealing the white panties you wore underneath with a simple red heart on the front. You’d forgone a bra early today, knowing it would just be uncomfortable and awkward and Nico mumbles his appreciation when he gets the dress up around your neck.

His lips find the swell of your left breast, kissing gently at the swollen flesh as he blindly works your clothing over your head.

“My pretty girl,” he says more to himself than you, moving to the other breast as you toss the dress to the floor. “God I knew something was different.”

You laugh, tangling his hair in your fingers and drawing his mouth up to yours. He kisses you sloppily, hands moving to your underwear. Nico doesn’t even tease you before he’s pushing them down and you help wiggle out of them impatiently.

Your cunt throbs, wet and raw and desperate to feel him again and again. You whimper into his lips, slinging a leg around his waist to draw him closer.

“Need you now, Nico please.” You beg as his mouth moves to your neck. His hand blindly reaches down to fist himself, and he obediently obliges your begging by burying his cock in you, one swift motion.

You gasp for a breath as your toes tingle, pleasure swirling in your belly and Nico moans in your ear, voice husky and broken. He’s just as desperate as you.

“So fucking wet, Jesus,” he mutters in astonishment, lifting himself to watch you writhe beneath him. “All needy and horny for the cock that put a baby in you? Always ready for me weren’t you? Should fill you up, put another one in you right now huh?”

You slur some sort of agreement, as least something intelligible enough for Nico. His dirty mouth continues, working you tighter and tighter as he steadily ruts into you.

“Did I take care of you sweetheart?” He asks lowly, mouth hot against your ear. “Before? When I didn’t know?”

Your jumbled, sex fogged brain clicks for just a moment. He’s not just talking dirty, not trying to get you to cum. He genuinely wants to know if he fucked you good enough all those times before. When he didn’t know you were dripping into the mattress because your pregnancy brain was all hot and bothered over him 24/7. Because he was so focused on just putting a baby in you that he didn’t pay attention to the fact he already had.

“Yes!” You gasp, digging your fingers into his shoulders. You meet his gaze, eyes glossy and wild with love. “So good Nico, every time. Felt like you knew.”

His hips slow, rocking into you softy. “Yeah?”

You nod, frantically, the slow drag of his cock against your sensitive walls driving you mad. “Didn’t even notice,” you admit to him, earnestly “but you got so soft, so strong and instinctive like…”

Like a parent, you realize. He always fucked you like he was trying to thank you for giving him something so precious while also taking care of you.

“Like I wanted to make you feel so fucking good without hurting our baby.” He fills in, because he’s realized it too. His mind may have been in the dark before, but his body wasn’t.

“Can I cum?” You ask pathetically, fighting to keep your eyes from rolling to the back of your head. Nico coos at you, sympathetic and gentle when he slots his mouth to yours for a quick nip at your lips.

“Always, can always cum for me baby.” He promises, pressing his chest down low to yours. His knees dig into the mattress, steeling himself as he draws his cock out to the tip and then fucks into you with earnest.

You cry out, the head of him nudging into you so perfectly you could melt. Nico kisses you as best he can around your blubbering noises of pleasure, the flames of your orgasm licking at your core.

Nico’s fingers find your clit, the pads of them rubbing tight circles in time with his thrusts. White bursts behind close eyes, your toes curling and ears roaring as you reach your high.

“Ooh,” Nico breathes into the side of your face “yes sweetheart, come on my cock. So good, you’re so good to me.”

The rest of his needy mumbles are lost to you, your mind occupied with the wave of pleasure that sweeps over you, pulsing with each pass of Nico’s fingers and each thrust of his hips.

Foggy and hazy you hear him whimper, find enough of yourself to kiss him slowly as his cock twitches and throbs, filling you with his cum. His lips are languid and hot against yours, broken breaths and moans falling from them as you both come down.

Finally he settles into your neck, taking one last deep breath before he’s holding you tight to his body and rolling to his back. You go with him easily, falling into his chest like a rag doll and curling up. Unsure if it’s him enjoying the moment or habit by now, you sit comfortably on his softening cock with no protest, exhaustion pulling at your bones already.

“All I want to do lately is jump your bones or sleep,” you mumble to him, yawning afterwards. His chest rumbles with laughter, hands running up and down your spine in some unknown pattern.

“I can live with that,” he says, “like fucking you so good you get all sleepy afterwards. Snuggle into me so nicely.”

You smile, eyes falling shut as you curl your arms around him. The room falls silent save for the sound of you two still catching you breaths, and the rise and fall of his chest is lulling you to sleep when he speaks up.

“Thank you,” he whispers “for giving me a baby.”

You can hear the emotion in his voice, how it sticks in his throat and weighs down his words. If you look at him you don’t imagine he’d be crying, but pretty damn close you think.

“Don’t thank me until the baby is here,” you reply, and than just because you can feel him starting to slip from between your thighs you add. “Besides, this is the work of you and the pretty cock of yours.”

Nico jolts as if you’d just pinched him, hips pressing up into you and his cock twitches with interest. You giggle, amused at his predictability as he whimpers.

“You’re gonna have fun with this aren’t you?” He asks but he doesn’t sound too upset.

Tired and content, you nod. This is going to be a fucking blast.

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[jadedvibes]

Some Bucky to brighten your day. ❤️

Last First Kiss

Pairing: tfatws!Bucky x reader

Warnings: Excessive fluff, first kisses, soft Bucky in Louisiana for New Year's Eve.

Word Count: 600

A/N: Thank you for this sweet @navybrat817. This truly brightened my day and inspired a nye drabble! Hope everyone has a very Happy New Year! 💙✨

“So a little birdie told me you’ve never had a new year’s kiss…” Bucky leaned against the wood railing beside you, taking in the sunset on the bayou.

Your eyes widened before you took a deep breath. “I’m gonna kill him.” Ever the meddler, Sam would tell your secret to the first guy you’d liked in a long time. 

“Yeah, I’ve been there,” he let out a laugh. “Sam always knows the exact right thing to do to get under your skin, it’s a gift really.” 

You shrugged casually. “He overheard me telling Sarah. It’s no big deal.” It really wasn’t, but you knew why Sam was annoyingly butting in. He’d also heard you telling his sister about how smitten you were with his dark-haired best friend. 

“Well let me know if you want to change that.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks, a small smile playing at your lips. There was no way. “The killing him part or the kiss?” 

Bucky smirked, charmed and hopeful that you’d agree. “I haven’t had one in a while, so keep me posted,” he checked his watch. Only a few more hours until midnight. The Wilson household had planned a lowkey evening for the kids later, and the both of you would be in attendance. 

He’d secretly had a crush on you for a little longer than you had on him and with Sam’s encouragement he figured there was no better time to do something about it.

“Haven’t committed a murder or given a kiss in a while?” You smiled sheepishly, trying awfully hard to deflect. Of all the reactions to finding out you’d never had a new year’s kiss, this was the last one you expected. Sam’s best friend, a guy you thought was off-limits, offering to change things for you.

He let out a laugh, you were too adorable. “Think about it, sweetheart. I hear it’s good luck,” he playfully shot you a wink before heading back to the barbeque. 

Exhaling a breath you didn’t know you were holding, you turned back to look at the setting sun over the calm waters. Colorful, peaceful, and captivating.

Later that night.

Sam nudged Sarah before shouting. “Guys it's 12:04, you’ve rung in the new year! You can break it up now.”

Grinning against Bucky’s lips, you felt your cheeks warm again. Busted.

Bucky begrudgingly pulled away from you, turning to glare at Sam. “Just getting as much luck from this as we can, man. Feel free to look away,” he muttered breathlessly before meeting your gaze with a soft shy smile. His thumb stroked your jawline, noting how beautiful you were up close. 

He went from menacing to cute in a split second. How did he do that? It didn’t really matter because the way he looked at you, well you sure could get used to it. 

“Yeah, look somewhere else,” you teasingly scowled at Sam before tugging at Bucky's henley and kissing him again. He cupped your face and poured himself into the kiss. He thought he was out of practice, but it surprised him how easily he fell back into step with you. Soft and sweeter than anything you could’ve imagined. Warm and careful with just the right amount of desire to leave you aching. Nothing you could have expected, yet everything you silently wished for. 

Neither of you knew it then, but what a lucky year it would turn out to be. Never did you imagine that the man that would be your first new year’s kiss would also be your last; for many years in between, and every day after. 

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[accio-victuuri]

Bojunyixiao’s Weibo night 2023/2024 🎉🎉

can you believe we’re here again. no matter how problematic sina weibo is as a platform, their awards night is a day cpfs look forward to because our boys will be attending. even if we know they won’t interact or anything, the fact that they get to attend the same event is enough for us.

i will just include the recap for the past years on here, the 2019/2020 being very short cause i feel like that has been widely speculated and talked about already. then 2021 and 2022. this post will discuss the event and stuff that happened + some commentary + cpn clownery. enjoy!!!!!

I. CPFs team building and showing strength

It would not be fair to exclude this feat that cpfs achieved with the free tickets for Weibo night. Even if we had no idea if both of them will attend, cpfs tried to grab tickets just in case it happens so we will be prepared. In the first round, we surprised all other fan groups with how we dominated and it set the rhythm for the next rounds. Trust cpfs to set the trend and make other fandoms “wake up”. lol. They can say what they want about cpfs but we all know that part of the hate is because they do not understand why we’re still here. They don’t get why we are this strong and a happy group.

My favorite thing that happened was when the top profile photos spelled out BJYXSZD + heart with a mole. It doesn’t stop there tho, the next week/round, we still dominated so Sina Weibo tried to save face by doing some tactics to suppress us. Nevertheless, every week, more of us got tickets because of the help of our little turtle fandom.

There were also efforts to get top comments on Weibo Night posts but I won’t get into that anymore cause we usually do that. But the thought of showing strength “online” as what the boys advertised is sweet.

Years later, we are still as strong as ever and shall remain that way. and that’s all thanks to each and every turtle out there who chooses positivity & makes sure our community remains a safe space.

II. The anticipation and announcements

It’s safe to say that this year, XZ is a sure attendee cause he always tops the voting at this event. However, some were still not sure cause he did not attend other public events last year like 10c starlight or NYE events cause he is busy with filming his projects. On 1/10 evening tho, a rather unsavory rumor made it on HS which was a signal that weibo night was getting desperate and wanted some noise for their event. lol. maybe there are other parties involved, but the intent is the same. I will also just mention the issue that happened on 1/9 with Chunzhen and them withdrawing lottery tickets supposedly won by certain fans. But the next day, Weibo lottery decided to honor the win and gave the tickets. I have no reaction to this tbh, and that’s why i didn’t talk about this separately and at length on my blog. It’s the brand / fandom that i have nothing to do with’s issue. As a turtle, we all know how CZ is with certain things so i’m not surprised that this happened. LOL.

I honestly feel for XZ, he is out there working hard and minding his own business but people and circumstances keep dragging him into irrelevant incidents.

As for WYB, everyone thought he wasn’t gonna attend. This is the same energy as last year. People are busier with grabbing tickets for his SDC6 finals and completely ignored weibo night ( as they should ). There was still some hope tho, cause if you think about it, he attended a lot of platform events. Tencent, IQIYI, GQ MOTY and 2 NYE shows. So why not Weibo Night? I have said it before, but one thing that I loved about WYB attending multiple events by the end of last year was it’s a show of his position and professionalism in the industry. He can go anywhere and be welcomed — he has good relations with almost everyone and that is important in their industry.

I know he is not fond of public events, but i’d like to think he says yes because of his professional relationship with these platforms/companies. I was never a fan of when people flex that their fave “will not go to xx because they did something to him etc.” LOL. That’s not how any industry works. You can’t burn bridges and I’m happy that WYB doesn’t do that. It’s also a testament of how much of a good boy he is 🤍

Anyway, back to the timeline. On 1/10, Weibo announced some winners and the boys are on there. I guess One & Only winning was a clue that WYB will go. Then a so/o account gave a tip that WYB will announce his attendance to an event on 1/11 @ 13:00. So by the evening of 1/10, it was mostly confirmed that WYB will be going.

The next day, 1/11, Weibo Night account started posting emoji clues for the remaining celebrities to be added in their guest lineup. A few hours later, both the boys announced their attendance. What’s different this time tho is aside from the usual copy-paste caption, there is a reminder for everyone to not do any fan activities at the venue. more details was also added in the comment. I guess they don’t want a repeat of what happened last year with the crowds. It caused a delay & cancellation of the red carpet. Both XZS and YBO reposted with more guidelines to follow like no gatherings and light signs etc.

i know weibo dictated the posting time but the 13 kadian is sending me! yizhan! 🫶🏼

The BJYX ST mods also sent out a message to not do any offline support.

There are more fandom drama after the announcement with other groups but i won’t add that here anymore cause it will only rot our brain. && it’s so much better to focus on the boys!

III. Pre show discussion

On the eve of Weibo Night, GG attended an awards show and it gave us some sweet candy. The most interesting to me is the choice of Alexander McQueen and the first two celebrities tagged by the brand on their weibo in 2024. This is giving me Dsquared vibes. Also how it almost mirrors the wedding-ish vibes they had last Weibo night. I know we as cpfs are somehow programmed to seeing connections but honestly, they don’t make it hard.

Late at night too, Weibo started showing opening screens of attendees and of course they didn’t put them in the same group/frame. This is understandable cause they wouldn’t put the top male celebrities together and knowing how both their fandoms hate each other. Also, how the grouping went, WYB’s was more of the “movie group”. That won’t stop me from being a bit better tho. lol. Cause if they can’t put them in the same frame like that, there is just no way they will be on the same stage or even sat remotely close to each other.

A photo from inside the venue also showed the projected commercial on stage is WYB & Chunzhen 😂😂😂😂😂

I can just imagine XZ smiling when he sees.

There were also talks of the both of them being on the second row. XZ was already seated way before the ceremony started, and their names are so close but cpfs were anticipating since WYB was not inside yet. We were all waiting to see if it will happen. WYB is supposedly next to YZ but then we see that Jackson sat there. We joked that he should stay there so WYB’s place will be taken and he will have no choice but to sit next to XZ 😂😂😂

IV. Red Carpet shenanigans

🟢 WYB’s red carpet walk

I honestly didn’t get the whole look tho when some people pointed out that it’s the glam version of what he wears when he plays golf — i kinda got it. For his past platform events like GQ, IQIYI & 10C, his red carpet were really casual. I guess that’s what he wants — to be comfortable walking the carpet. There were also some praising him for going against the norm. Well, I have to say tho that his face really stood out. Minimal to no make up look. He was so handsome! 🫶🏼

🔴 XZ’s red carpet walk

I love his outfit! It’s black but still got that something special to make him stand out. &&& I honestly love the hair! I thought I would cry because of how short it is now but it suits him. I mean, he looks gorgeous in anything but you know what I mean ☺️

CPN: XZ signed his name beside/very close to WYB. granted, there are so many signatures there but i’m wondering if he recognized his husband’s signature. lol. In this simple way, they can be next to each other!

V. Weibo night links

XIAO ZHAN

Photoshoot for red carpet look

Photoshoot for second outfit

Xiao Zhan winning Outstanding Actor of the Year

WANG YIBO

Photoshoot for red carpet look // Photoshoot BTS video

Yibo winning popular filmmaker of the year

Yibo-Official post for Weibo Night

* This is incomplete cause we still don’t have ( at the moment of posting ), the BTS for XZS photoshoot + their photos while receiving the awards.

VI. THE SUGAR RUSH 🍭🍬

• WYB’s personal post of him and the caption. The freakin caption. Look, i know that WYB’s brand is all about being the “cool guy” so maybe that’s why he said in the caption that he likes the HS about him. But the thing is, it’s totally out of character. How many events did he attend with him going so high up the HS with much more interesting tags but he chose this? Also, he really needed to do so that he used his own account??? For a couple of years now, yibo-official is the one that posts for him when he is at an event. So the speculation is this one is personal and amused him so much, seeing that their HS for the same event they are both at matched! Also, when WYB posted that, CPFs flooded the top comments! Understandably so. 💛

• The signed photos which i’m not sure about. I actually saw someone post that earlier and people were clowning about how it can’t be real.

But then, an account posted a giveaway with all the other attendees and it included the couple photo. I’m putting this down as clownery, cause on their end there will always be deniability. The autographed photo was also deleted by the account a bit later, which is actually expected cause it will bring trouble. lol.

• XZS and YBO matching again! Look at how they arranged the photos. How a few of the snaps are not in theme with the rest. Nothing new here!

• The same song and dance of them missing to see each other. As soon as XZ was gone, WYB came in to sit down. Good thing he had Jackson to talk too a bit and he was gone again after 10 mins! Hopefully they could spend time together backstage away from the cameras. 📷

People are pointing out that XZ was checking his phone lol. probably checking if WYB is giving him a signal to leave so they can do their usual operation. These two! Honestly!

• Not really CPN, but a similarity. In the red carpet, both of them didn’t do the “activities” that others were supposed to. If you watched the red carpet, there is a point where they have to choose something from a wall with numbers. there is also a choice to take a photo from one of the “themes” by they both bypassed it. I was rolling my eyes cause a WYB anti was trying to make a big deal out of it, but then XZ did the exact same thing. Some people just don’t understand how celebrities like them operate. Not to say that they are above everyone else, it’s just that they do things differently.

• ZSWW fake rumor account posted at 19:21. At this time the red carpet was already finished. It doesn’t say who is saying which line. I’m interpreting this incident to be something that happened today backstage 🤡🤡🤡

"A kiss, a kiss...

"Oh, okay, let's talk about it later when we get back.”

"There will be a surprise when I go back 😏”

"What?"

“You'll know when you go back”

Then they posted again, at 21:05 with a much longer one but it doesn’t seem be pertaining to today’s events.

• There is a photo/video of XZ talking to Huang Bo! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! and now we’re thinking about how they haven’t cooperated with each other but seem familiar. Yes, we don’t know all their relationship and friends off camera but my mind immediately went to the SDC 3 clowning. That’s most likely when they became close. lol.

• Heaven’s choice cause WYB was sat at #23 ( Love Zhan )

• This time, both of them left the venue after they received their awards. XZ didn’t stay like he did the previous years. Good for them! It’s better to spend time together 🤍 I know that most of us expected what happened today, them not being in the same place at the same time. Tho some may see that in a negative way, I actually see this as an example of trying to keep their private life separate from the public. Tho a big part of their lives are on camera and that’s how they met. I think what they are doing is really to reserve the time they have & are seen together in private. Maybe some can’t see it that way and will be frustrated but at the end of the day, we have to respect their choice.

• XZ’s 2nd outfit is by Balmain! He tends to wear this at events that they both attend 🥹🥹🥹

• It’s now XZ’s turn to see the cpf headband light signs! Lol. I hope he saw it. We all know that he is near sighted sooooo….

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If there are post event CPNs, i will do a separate discussion. See you in the next Weibo Night! ✌🏼

#yizhan #bjyx #there is no science here i’m just clowning like i always do #WE ARE ALL EXHAUSTED SO PLEASE TAKE SOME REST NOW 🤍🤍🤍 #lol no i will still be online for another hour or two

[mostlymarvelsstuff]

To Call You Mine, Drabble #1: Needy

Authors note: Takes place after NYE, before Ch 10

Summary: In the middle of the night your Omega is forced to deal with all of her surging hormones and everything they bring with them

Warnings: smut(grinding, groping, begging, praise, lactation kink, slight degradation, slight roughness, vaginal sex), a/b/o content(knotting)

Word count: 1455

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Natasha huffs as she tosses the blanket off of her sweaty body, and quickly reaches for the glass of water beside the nest. She knew to expect hot flashes with the influx of hormones, but she hadn’t expected them so soon. She also hadn’t expected them to interrupt her sleep as often as they have been.

   She sets the now half empty glass back on the nightstand, and tries her best to get comfortable again. She cuddles back against you in her usual little spoon position, but when her ass makes contact with your softened bulge she feels her body get even hotter. Only this time it isn’t from a hot flash.

   She knows she shouldn’t because you're asleep, but she just can’t seem to stop herself from softly grinding back against you. It only takes a few movements from her for your cock to begin hardening, causing a groan to leave you while you still slumber. Thoughts of you waking up and pounding her until she can’t think anymore fill her head, making her already abundant slick drip down her thighs. Her walls clench around nothing and she finds herself unable to pull away from you.

   After a few moments you shift in your sleep, moving to lay flat on your back. At first your Omega is disappointed, but when she sees how your cock strains against your boxers she realizes you've actually moved into a better position for her. She carefully straddles your waist and lowers herself against you. Your cock twitches as her still clothed core comes in contact with you, no doubt because her warmth and wetness can be felt through both layers of fabric. She slowly begins to move her hips and has to bite down on her lower lip to suppress a needy moan as you brush perfectly against her throbbing clit. 

   She doesn’t care about being subtle anymore, she needs you, “Y/n baby, wake up”

   At first you aren’t sure what's awoken you, but when you hear your mate panting accompanied by the dampness and pressure against your boner you know what's happening

   “Mmm, Omega? What are you doing?”

   She smirks down at you, still grinding her hips, “What does it feel like I’m doing?”

   “Feels like you're being impatient.” you tease, grabbing ahold of her hips to still her movements

   She whines at the abrupt stop and reaches to pry your hands away, “Please Alpha”

   As much as you want to give into her request, part of you hesitates, “Natty, I can’t. I don’t wanna risk hurting you, or the pup”

   Though normally your caring nature and attentiveness to her would have her swooning, right now it only frustrates her. And she finds herself acting on those frustrations.

   “Fuck me, or I’ll have to do it myself” she growls out, hands clutching the collar of your sleep shirt

   You're taken slightly aback by her out of character demand, but you’d be lying if you said it hadn’t turned you on. You sit up slightly and plant a too soft and too short kiss against her lips, causing a frown to form on her face. You breathily laugh at her before giving in and sloppily begin to make out with her. She eagerly opens her mouth for you to deepen the kiss. Your grip moves to her hips and you begin to guide her back into the same movements she was doing earlier as the two of you continue to devour each other's lips. Eventually she pulls away, sucking in some much needed air as her hands move to grasp at your shoulders as her core slides against your bulge, and she does her best to muffle another moan by biting down on her lip again.

   “If you're going to be needy for my cock then you better let me hear you” you tell her, going along with the gruff mood she's set while pulling her lip free with your thumb

   She complies, immediately moaning as your hips begin to move in tandem with her own, your cock now harder than she's ever felt it, “Fuck….baby, please”

   “Use you words Omega, tell me what you're begging for”

   “You” she whimpers, “I need you, please”

   You smirk at he, “You have me, I’m right here”

    “I need your cock, and I need it inside me. Please, Alpha” she begs, looking at you with pleading eyes

   You quickly flip your positions, pinning her beneath you against the nest, “Such a desperate little thing. I’m going to give you just what you want”

   Without warning your strong hands rip her panties and shirt off, exposing her tits and soaked puffy cunt to your hungry eyes. You quickly pull down your boxers, letting your cock spring free. Your Omega squirms in anticipation as you line yourself up and slowly push yourself inside.

   “Oh god!” she moans, grabbing ahold of your forearms for support as you stretch her open

    “Fuck” you grunt, bottoming out inside her, “I love how you feel around me baby”

    Unable to form words currently her mouth hangs open, and her head leans back. You lean forward and begin peppering her exposed neck in kisses as your hips begin to trust. Her nails dig into your skin as you hit that perfect spot inside her, but she still needs more.

   “Harder” she whimpers

    She feels you smirk against her skin before slamming your hips forward, causing her breasts to bounce. She can feel a bit of milk beginning to leak from them and she can only hope you notice this too. She loves the feeling of your mouth on her, drinking from her as you please her

   Your mouth makes its way up her neck to her lips once more and easily slip your tongue inside her awaiting mouth. She softly sucks on the muscle, letting her own tongue caress yours. Eventually you become aware of your sleep shirt becoming damp in two places and you reach to squeeze one of her breasts

    She presses herself further into your hold and whimpers, “

    Your hips never falter as you toy with her, watching as milk dribbles from her pebbled buds and down to your fingers. After what feels like forever to the Omega you lean down and take her nipple into your mouth and start to suck.

   “Fuck baby, your mouth feels so good” she moans, burrying her fingers in your hair as she holds your head against her

   You moan around her as her sweet milk coats your tongue, you honestly are glad it’ll take a few more months for your pup to arrive because you aren’t quite ready to share with more than Dima. When you feel her hold let up you take that as your queue to switch to her other breast

   “Yes! Fuck!” she moans as you thrust into her, causing her walls to flutter around you, “I'm so close Alpha, please knot me…need you to fill me up again, please”

  You chuckle at her, “You're already full of my pups, but look at you. My personal little cum slut who just never wants to be empty of my seed”

   You can tell she likes your degrading words based on how tightly her walls grip you, and your knot prods at her entrance. She wraps her legs around your waist to help pull you in and you lock into place with ease, sending her over the edge with you tumbling after.

   After a few moments of catching your breath you look down at her and gently cup her face, “You alright? I wasn’t too rough?”

   She looks up at you lovingly, “That was perfect baby, thank you. I’m sorry I woke you”

   You shake your head, “You don’t have to apologize, or thank me. I’m always happy to take care of you. I love you”

   She smiles as your hand caresses her small bump and begins to purr, “I love you too”

   The two of you cuddle in silence for a few minutes before she looks up at you again, “Alpha, after I give birth and our pup is a certain age, do you think we could maybe try some more things in the bedroom?”

   “What kind of things?” you ask, curiosity peaked

   “Rougher things” You contemplate for a moment. While you’d love to explore some fantasies with her, you don’t want to hurt her. You don’t want her to think you're like Bruce.She seems to sense this, “You aren’t like him, and I’m not asking to be hit”

   You nod, “Okay, then yeah we can talk about it, do some experimenting”

   “Thank you Alpha” she excitedly says, kissing your cheek with a smile

   “You're welcome Omega, now let's go get cleaned up”

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[spectralsleuth]

You mentioned that the Hamato household in LSoW and LSoE looks like a wizard's house and that it is filled with furniture that Yoshi inherited from his family... Can you imagine how much historians and antique collectors would be just going gaga about all the priceless stuff in the Hamato home. Like every room has original hand-crafted tables, desks, etc. that can be dated back hundreds of years, the walls have scrolls and weapons crafted by famous masters from 300 years ago. I can just imagine that Yoshi agreed to an interview in his home and, never mind his turtle kids, someone points out the furniture and wall art and people go nuts! This aging action star is just casually mentioning how his sons used to teeth on the chair legs and antique collectors around the world die a little, all while he is sitting on an old chair that was made from a rare tree in Japan worth as much as a down payment on the house and just sipping tea like it's nothing.

Yoshi tapped his foot irritably.

"I really don't understand what the problem is- you sound like my Grandfather." Not a flattering comparison.

"You're not even using a coaster." The camera man looked as if he was in pain, and Yoshi could honestly say that he had not had this much chit-chat from any crew member he'd ever had in his home.

The house was still in a slight state of disarray from the move- there were boxes in the master bedroom stacked to the ceiling, and Blue and Purple had not been separated long enough to be convinced of the benefits of their own bedroom. As a result, both of their bedrooms were half unpacked and mixed together.

Yoshi wasn't particularly passionate about separating the two, but considering every single day it seemed they broke into screaming matches and biting, you would think they would enjoy having their own space as much as Orange and Red did.

It was not so. He could barely get them to sleep in their own bed at this point, but since they were only eight he thought it was prudent to take the separation slow. (At least that was what Dr. Harper had said, when he had floated the idea of encouragement via booby traps and spray bottles by her.)

"It is a piece of furniture- it is meant to be used." It wasn't often that Yoshi thought he was mistranslating English- but he thought this might be one of those situations. The confused looks the Vanity Fair reporter was giving him was selling that impression, and he did not much care for it. "I set things on it? I put- items, in the drawers?" What was the other word for items- funny words, like, oh what was it. "Knick knacks." Sounded like a word for underwear if you asked him.

"This is from the Meiji era." The camera man explained, reverently removing Yoshi's coffee mug from the polished wooden surface. A lost cause, since there was already many overlapping rings of differing shades of brown covering the surface.

There were chips and scuffs covering the top, small marks where Red had rolled over the top during chases with his brothers and left shell-shaped divots, and where Blue and Purple had scratched with idle claws while watching the Mr. Nye TV show. There were crayon marks on the sides, where Orange had run off of his paper with his crayons. He was a good boy and did not draw on furniture on purpose, but accidents happened, and Xander often could not keep up.

"Yes, my great great grandfather commissioned it. I believe from the Emperor's carpenters, to celebrate the new constitution and property they bought in- well, I honestly do not recall. Is this relevant?" Yoshi asked wearily, feeling a twinge of displeasure at even starting to sound like his Ojii lecturing on history.

"There's only about fifty pieces made total in this style- there's no nails in the construction, look it's all joinery on the shelves-" The camera-man was saying, and to Yoshi's displeasure the reporter was still recording using the small device in her hand.

"I thought we were discussing my new movie." Yoshi pointed out, not plaintively, because he was a grown man with four children. "I mean, I have older furniture than that in the bathroom."

The camera man paused, and stared at him. "... Sorry?"

"The bathroom." Yoshi pointed out, and (sensing another translation issue possibly), said "It is where you piss."

"Piss!" Orange yelled from the hallway, where he went sprinting by with the tap-tap-tap of feet.

"DO NOT REPEAT THAT!" Yoshi called out. He was drowned out by Blue and Red fast on Oranges tail, screaming with laughter. It was nice to hear Red's laughter for a change, but since his eldest was also chasing his brothers with a stock pot and a spoon, Yoshi thought he should intervene. "Excuse me, one moment."

Red was only willing to trade the stockpot for a yardstick, which he began beating on Blue and Orange's shells respectively. Since his two youngest were giggling wildly, Yoshi left them to it and turned on cartoons in one of the bedrooms for them to watch when they grew tired of hitting each other.

By the time he got back to the Vanity Fair crew, they had gathered in the hallway, and were being shown the bathroom by a very pleased looking Purple.

"Ah Purple, excellent work my son- ah. I was kidding about the furniture-"

"No you weren't." The cameraman accused, looking frantic and pale. "This is a silver backed oriental mirror from under- oh I don't know. Kōmei? Ninkō?

"Kōka." Yoshi corrected, hating himself. "So, both probably."

Purple tugged on the cameraman's sleeve, and (looking hesitant) the camera man bent down to listen as Purple cupped hands around his snout in order to whisper in his ear.

"YOU WRITE ON IT?" The man gasped, looking appalled.

"I have raised a tattle-taler." Yoshi said mournfully, as Purple looked smugly at him from behind the reporter's legs. "Why don't you go help smack your brothers you snitch?"

Purple's tail started thumping against the cabinet at the idea, and he dropped to all fours to put on speed as he darted out between Yosh's legs and down the hall.

"Why are you so obsessed with furniture anyway?" Yoshi asked the cameraman after Purple had disappeared down the stairs, and he heard Blue and Orange start squealing in delight.

"My parents own a museum exhibit." The camera man said idly, pulling the mirror back from the wall enough to peer behind, and make a wounded noise. "It has the manufacturer seal on it still."

"Oh course it does. All Hamato furniture is authentic."

"It has crayon on it." The camera man looked close to tears.

"Yes?" Yoshi didn't understand the question. He looked at the reporter, who was still recording and writing furiously. "You are going to want to put this into the article, aren't you?" Yoshi sighed.

The reporter gave him a winning smile. "I think our readers would enjoy this very much Mr. Hamato."

#LSoW #my writing #anon ask #ask #rottmnt #tmnt #tmntau #snippet #me purposefully not naming the OC's so i don't get attached #send me asks guys i get bored

[cacoetheswriting]

pearl: nye 1985 [drabble]

word count: approx. 600

content warnings: best friends to lovers, slow burn, mutual pining, oblivious idiots in love, self-doubt / insecurities, use of pet names, mentions of alcohol - if i missed anything, pls let me know!

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‘86 is going to be Eddie’s year, he can feel it. 

The next twelve months are going to be his best yet. He’s decided. He is finally going to graduate and he is going to get a part-time job, so he can also focus on the courses he wants to apply for at the local community college.

Most importantly, he has his girl and with you by his side, Eddie feels like a fucking king. Maybe, if you don't think it’s moving too fast, you’ll even be able to move in together before the year ends — even if it’s just as friends, at first.

To him, you are perfect, so he wants to do right by you. He’ll finally tell you how he really feels. No more tiptoeing around the situation. Especially since he knows at one point in time, you felt the same way — most likely still do, if your almost kiss back in October was any indication.

Eddie thinks about that moment often.

The look of longing in your eyes. The softness of your skin. Your intoxicating scent. Your hot breath meshing with his own as you inclined towards one another. Eddie instinctively shuts his eyes at the memory. God, it was so close. You were so close. He should’ve just kissed you.

And ever since then, your eyes have found him in every setting. Your touches lingered a little longer. Your hugs were a little more forceful. Eddie could tell you craved to relive that proximity. He craved it too. Badly. You have always occupied his thoughts, but recently it was more… intense. Since that afternoon in his room, every time you have hung out, Eddie wondered if your lips tasted like they did back in November of ‘84. He also thought about that kiss often. Yet there was something unexplainable stopping him from acting on those unspoken feelings.

Sighing, the metalhead puts out the cigarette and is about to head back inside the house when the person who has made home in his mind and heart appears in front of him.

“There you are,” your voice is sweet and Eddie instantly feels better. “Here, I made you a drink. Something I came up with during my brief stint away at college. I call it Pearl. Also, if you hate it, please pretend you don’t.”

“Thank you, princess.”

He takes the drink and throws his other arm around you, pulling you into his chest while he takes a sip. Pressed against him, you’re examining his face for a reaction. The liquid burns down Eddie’s throat, but it’s not the worst thing he’s ever tasted.

“Not bad,” a small white lie as he takes another sip, “But I gotta be honest, the name is quite mild in comparison to how it tastes.”

The metalhead looks down at you then and you giggle.

“I’m gonna pretend that’s the point,” you say, the smile on your face widening.

“Clever.”

While Eddie takes another sip, you cuddle further into his embrace and exhale with content. Eddie’s heart skips a beat or two and because you’re so close now, he’s sure you can feel it. He’s sure you can feel all of him.

And he wants you to ‘cause— he loves you. He is in love with you.

… There goes that odd feeling again. It creeps up on him, almost like a shiver, every time he wants to address how you make him feel. And he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t scared, which is why you’re still none the wiser, but this time, Eddie shakes it off briskly by remembering where he is and kisses the top of your head.

Yeah, he’s confident. Thanks to you, ‘86 belongs to him, Eddie fucking Munson. Nothing is going to break him this year.

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& tagging some cool people that expressed interest in this lil series: @cactusangie , @spenciesprincess , @capitanostella , @ashlynnkennedy , @ms1oftheboys

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[goldeneyedgirl]

TwiFicmas NYE Edition: Variable Stars

Okay, since I got some very desperate DMs, you all win and we'll celebrate the end of 2023 with Variable Stars, and the beginning of 2024 with STL snippets.

This is a few pieces from Ch 7 of Variable Stars. It's close to done, and the bare bones of Ch 8 has been set up. I look forward to getting back into the swing of VS because friends to lovers is just so damn wholesome.

I hope you all have a brilliant NYE and I'll see you next year ;)

She’s not sure when everything changed. 

When it stopped being the Cullen home and it stopped being Jasper’s home and it started being hers too. When she started seeing her own face in the photographs on the walls, when the other family members called for her, she wasn’t just an extension of Jasper. 

She knows the house (which step is cracked because one of them stepped down too hard, but there’s been a lot of damage lately, so they’re all gingerly avoiding it in the hopes it can hold out a few weeks so that Esme doesn’t get too mad. Which bathroom never has hot water after midnight. That Carlisle moved all the travel books from the top-most shelves in the library down  to her eye-level so she could take them without lingering. That the spinning chair in the living room is shoved in the corner near the window because it’s her favourite but she won’t sit in it if her back is exposed.)

She knows that Esme is fiercely protective of her garden, that the stepping-stones are there for a reason. There’s a greenhouse that’s about to be built; and that Bella sulks if anyone is in the hammock when she wants to use it. (She also knows that Emmett and Rose are banned from the hammock because of what they did to the last one.)

And the forest. She knows it better than anything. That’s where they hunt, where her and Jasper go running. Where he found her that day, washing off the blood. Where they play-fight and she plays on the ice at the end of winter and it’s all broken up in pieces.

Then there is Jasper. There are a million different ways to explain Jasper and who he is to her, how he soothes all the raw spots and open wounds just by being there. Everything is easier with him, and there's never a day when she doesn't thank whatever higher power exists that they crossed paths.  

(Peace is a funny thing; it feels solid but she’s so intensely aware of how easily it could shatter. Eight vampires in one place is a recipe for disaster; she never forgets that. But for now, she just savours every single moment.)

It’s home. She’s finally home.

//

Some things are inevitable; Alice knows this well enough. Her death, for instance - setting foot in that hospital when she was a newborn, where the doctor knew who she was… that was a place people went to die, not to heal.

Realising that the only thing her gift would bestow upon her was death, destruction, and the legacy of a monster was another. 

Oh, and Jasper being someone important. There had always been something about him, even when he was a nomadic grump. 

But Alice has accepted that certain things are inevitable and avoiding them, or pretending they aren’t going to happen. The only thing she can really do is accept them, and face them head on, no matter how nervous or uncomfortable she might be. 

That is to say, she’s heard about Peter and Charlotte before; Jasper’s got lots of stories about them and it’s nice to hear to his stories - she’d like to set Maria ablaze for some of the things she did to him, and she’s more than a little bit sorry that she never made it for enough into Mexican to make the woman burn for her sins, but Jasper seems to be mostly at peace with everything that happened to him. 

(He worries more over her stories, which she finds funny. A couple of bites is nothing, and she makes it abundantly clear that she walked away the victor in those battles. When she says that, he always relaxes, like he’s worrying for her in that actual moment even when she’s sitting opposite him playing Go Fish in pom-pom socks.)

Sometimes she wonders what he would say if she told him the real story about how she woke up. About the one named James and the woman with him, about what she did to him, about finding the hospital and going inside and decimating it, killing every single person she found. If he’d be mad at her, or disgusted, or angry for her or what. 

It’s purely academic of course; she’s never, ever going to tell him all of that. As much as the past doesn’t bother him, she still remembers how he used to look, how he used to carry himself all those decades ago. She doesn’t want to add more violence, more rage to the burdens he carries. 

(She never wants to become one of his stories, like Maria.)

//

There’s more and more talk about their next move. That makes Alice nervous, he realizes. For a second, that’s confusing because there’s no way that moving will change anything - it’s still their family, just in a new place (there’s a vigorous debate between Montana, Minnesota, and Maine - he’s hoping for Minnesota because the home there is on a huge parcel of land where they can roam without being disturbed. Maine is the most claustrophobic option, a place where they will be under the most scrutiny, and Alice isn’t ready for that yet.)

But he takes a second and realises, for Alice, this is a huge change. The utter unknown - this house is the only home she’s ever known. She might have heard about high school and college, and posing as human, but she’s never had to play that part. 

(He’s already cornered Carlisle and told him that Alice isn’t going to school yet. Her reading and writing are good, but not enough to deal with a high school class. Not to mention that he got almost a decade before he was forced to play his part in their charade; Alice deserves the same.)

Esme is making adjustments to the house model in the family meeting, her stylus darting over the screen as everyone throws out requirements (or demands) about their new residence - Edward wants a music room, Rosalie wants space for at least twelve cars, Carlisle and Bella had grand plans for the scale and design of the library. 

His requests are the same as always - his study, and a bathroom he doesn’t have to share. Esme is doting and amused as she confirms his space, the exact requirements he gives for every single new house. 

“Alice, what do you need?” she asks, and Alice has been very quiet; Bella and Carlisle are still debating the two-story library of their dreams. 

She looks like a deer in the headlights as Esme looks at her expectantly, and looks at him for help. 

��Another bedroom and ensuite, maybe with an extra-giant closet for all your clothes,” he says teasingly, and Esme is already nodding, already sketching. 

“I don’t have that many.” She’s trying to sound flippant but she’s already looking relieved as Emmett begins negotiating a gaming room of his own. It’s true, she rarely asks Esme for anything more complicated than help navigating the washer and dryer. It’s him that she goes to for money, with questions, everything. And it’s Esme and Carlisle that come to him when they need her to know something, especially if it’s a delicate topic. 

And he likes it that way, likes that he can be useful, be important for a purpose.

//

The thing that they all like to ignore is that Bella’s change wasn’t without its difficulties. The Volturi had hovered in the peripheral right up until she had reawakened; it was that tangible risk that had allowed them to form a formal, ongoing alliance with the Pack, and allowed Bella to keep Charlie in her life. It was messy and uneasy but Edward was convinced that Aro held no malice for the entire debacle - Bella was changed, her shield gift only interested Aro in how it had manifested when Bella was human, and everyone had parted friends. 

(Well, Caius and Jane were still looking for reasons to destroy the lot of them, but the linchpin in the whole thing was Aro, and he was suitably amused and affectionate towards Carlisle that they were safe.)

Alice had been bewildered and scared when they’d told her the entire story, her unease syrupy as they spoke about Volterra and the agreements, Victoria and James, the Pack. She was slack-jawed when Carlisle explained that he had been close friends with the Volturi for decades before he had his family. 

He has his arm tight around her as the story is told, and quietly reassures her that they have no reason to ever see Aro, the Volturi, or even set foot in Italy. 

“They only punish those that break the laws,” he says and she nods, but the fear is still there. 

#alice cullen #jasper hale #twilight fic #jalice #my fic: variable stars #friends to lovers #things get worse before they get better #shenanigans afoot #there has to be drama and there has to be stakes

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Part 18 - Leon

Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Part 17 -- Part 19

Pairing: Napoleon x ofc

Summary: The guys throw a New Years Eve party at 179th Crescent Street...

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI, oral (m receiving), drug use (alcohol, weed), minor violence (someone gets punched).

Word count: 3.8k

A/N: Alright! Here we finally go! These chapters have been in the making for just over 3 months, and I sincerely hope they live up to expectations. I've written these from the 1st person perspective of the boys. It's a little experiment, and it was tougher than I initially thought it would be.

For those who don't know what the plan is: There will be a NYE chapter for each of the guys. That means I wrote the same party 8 times - which is why it took so long: the details had to align... I hope you guys enjoy ^^

@deandoesthingstome @geralts-yenn @summersong69 @peaches1958 @fvckinghenrycavill @keanureevesisbae @livisss @sillyrabbit81 @ellethespaceunicorn @ylva-syverson

I look around the room, where we’ve pretty much managed to get everything set up for the party tonight. I say ‘we’, but I’m fairly sure I’d get my ass kicked by everyone in the entire house if I ever dare say that out loud - so I don’t. 

“Where have you been?” Sy asks as he closes the door behind him. I reach into my pocket right when Mike comes into the kitchen to see me toss the bag of weed on the kitchen table. 

“Internet is up again,” he says. One look at the table has him grinning widely. “Nice.”

“I knew there was a reason we kept him around.” Charles appears next to me and slams a fist into Mike’s shoulder.

“Yeah, it would be so awful if you couldn’t watch porn for one night.” Charles elbows me in the arm because I laugh at what Dani said, but I can’t help it: she’s funny. And she’s good for Mikey. 

“I don’t think I’ll be needing any tonight,” Charles replies dryly. He’s not even smug about it, and with good reason, but he can’t resist adding a very inappropriate wink at Dani. 

“Think you can still get laid with a broken nose and a black eye, Brandon?” It’s not that Mike is threatening, per se, but he can throw a punch and he’s fast. It’s no wonder Charles backs down.

I would say it’s a miracle Charles has never been punched in the face for getting a little too friendly with one of our roommates’ girlfriends, but I’d be lying. He has in fact been punched in the face for exactly that. Repeatedly. By Geralt, of all people, so quite frankly, it’s surprising he still has a face. And all of that was after a very firm knee to the nuts from Solveig herself. Good times. Well, for us… I doubt Charles looks back on the events as fondly as we do. I turn my attention back to the goings on in the kitchen. They’re going to accuse me of not doing much, which wouldn’t be factually incorrect, per se, but since I’m paying for most of this nonsense, I figure I have a right to sit back a little. Whatever I’m not putting up, is sponsored by Charles. We don’t exactly know how rich his family is, but his father owns the house we all live in. Despite that fact, I tend to think of it as my house at least a little bit - and I know Charles agrees. It’s me and August who run this place, with Charles being more of a silent benefactor. 

“Where’s Sherlock,” I ask when I notice he’s the only one who isn’t here. 

“In his room,” Mike replies, “he wouldn’t last five minutes tonight if he had to deal with all of this, too.” He’s probably right, and I’d hate for our little brother - he’s too rational to hate it when we say it, but we know he doesn’t exactly like it - to miss the party, so I say nothing and help them set up the last few things to get ready for tonight. 

I look in Charles’ direction a few times, but he’s too busy eye-fucking every woman in the room to notice. Even though I’m well aware of his reputation, I can’t stop myself from wondering how the hell he does this; The living room and kitchen are filled with people, most of whom I’ve never even seen, let alone spoken to. Charles was right when he said he wouldn’t need porn tonight; girls are flirting with him from every corner of the room. Of course I’m equally as lucky, but my attention goes to two ladies who just walked through the door, guided by Danielle. She introduces them to Mike, and then points out the others one by one. 

“And that’s Napoleon,” she finally says when she gets to me, which I take as my cue to walk over. 

“Leon!” Danielle greets me happily. “Let me introduce you to my roommates!” Her roommates, huh?

“This is Sloane and-” I stop her before she gets to her other friend. 

“Ariel Ryker.” The Art History bachelor is roughly as popular as you’d expect: not at all - which is why I recognize this girl. I wouldn’t want to be dramatic by calling her ‘the bane of my existence’, but whatever counts as the non-dramatized version of that would be a perfect description.

“You two know each other?”

“Napoleon is the number two of our class,” Ariel says sweetly, flashing me a pearly white smile that makes my cock twitch for some reason that’s completely beyond me. 

“Who’s the first?” Alright, so Sloane either isn’t very bright, or she likes to stir things up - and from the challenging grin on her face, I’m guessing it’s the latter. 

“That would be her.” I’m hoping I manage to keep my voice polite even though the sight of her makes my blood boil. “For now.”

“Oh, and how do you plan to change that, Solo?” Her tone is annoyingly challenging and I would love to wipe that smug smile off her face. 

“You’re not far ahead of me,” I say nonchalantly - I hope. 

“But ahead of you nonetheless,” she says in an almost condescending tone. 

I spend the next hours of the party in several heated discussions with her, among which a particularly feisty one about gothic architecture - which is unfortunate for me because architecture is far from my favorite subject within my degree - and I can’t help but notice how pretty she is, even when she is telling me off. Maybe especially when she is telling me off. 

“Alright, I give up, Ryker,” I finally say, “do you want another drink?” I gesture to her empty glass and offer to refill it for her. A flash of doubt crosses her face while she contemplates whether or not she trusts me enough to let me get her a drink. Apparently, she does. It would have offended me, if it weren’t for the fact that I am very aware that men are - largely - trash, and even though some women indubitably consider me and Charles to be pretty much the bottom of the barrel, neither of us would ever resort to drugs to get a woman into bed. Of course, neither of us need to, but even if we did… Never. 

“I think it’s time to get the fuck out of here.” That is definitely Charles, and everything surrounding that sentence sounds like a commotion of the violent kind. My suspicions are confirmed when I step back into the living room, where Mike has his arm wrapped around a very upset-looking Dani, and Charles stares at a guy I vaguely recognized as a member of the soccer team, who is holding his nose and making a break for the door. 

“Are you alright, Dani?” Charles asks while rubbing his knuckles as inconspicuously as he possibly can. I hand the glass of wine that is intended for Ariel to her and raise my eyebrows. 

“What happened?” The room is still a little quiet after this little… kerfuffle. 

“Alright, folks, nothin’ to see here, back to your business,” Sy’s voice carries through the room with ease. Anyone would think twice to ignore what he is saying. For some reason, if Sy tells you to do something, you do it. 

“Tony - the guy Charles punched - was getting handsy with Dani, she told him to stop, he didn’t, Charles saw, warned him - twice - and then when he still didn’t stop…” 

“Where was Mike?” 

“Rolling a joint, not paying attention.” Ariel scoffs and takes a big sip of her wine.

“He’s a good guy, Ariel,” I say, knowing exactly what that scoff means. Mike isn’t a bad kid, he’s just easily distracted, which Ariel would know if she’d spent more than five seconds with him, but she clearly hasn’t. 

“We only met him today,” she tells me, “they’ve only been going out for… what? Two weeks?” Something like that, I confirm, I’m not exactly clear on every detail, either. Not that I care - a lot. 

The clock inches closer and closer to midnight and Ariel and I spend that time bickering some more about art. Painting this time, which puts me in a much more favorable position than that lovely talk on architecture did. Now, I know Ariel Ryker is good at what she does, and she’s not one to let herself get trapped, which means that if I manage to do it, it’s going to be because she lets me - and it looks like she will let me, because she makes a mistake. The timing is absolutely perfect; we’re interrupted by the countdown and just as everyone scrambles to stick his or her tongue down someone else's throat when the clock strikes twelve, I turn to her. 

“I’d kiss you if I weren’t so appalled at what you just said,” I say with a soft chuckle and watch her as she raises her eyebrows at me.

“And what did I just say that has you so appalled?” I repeat her words and she scoffs as if she fully believes she’s right.

“There’s a paper on my desk that proves you wrong,” I say. My eyes are definitely more hopeful than they should be, but who can blame me? If she takes this, I’m in. 

“Show me,” she says. There’s a challenge in her eyes, and all I can think is: bingo. 

We’re barely even through the door of my room or my lips are on hers and her hands are tangled into my hair. She’s a good kisser; fierce, not too sloppy. I run my tongue along her bottom lip, vaguely remembering that she was wearing lipstick when we came in, but that’s definitely already ruined. We make it to my bed without any problems, and she pushes me down. 

“Easy,” I warn her. I’m not one to complain about a woman in charge, but she’ll have to earn it. She falls on top of me and crushes her lips back against mine. Her moans are loud - who am I kidding? So are mine - and every time I hear the sound, my cock twitches in my pants. She’s grinding on me, which definitely doesn’t make it better. Her hands work on the buttons of my shirt, and as looks at me while she sits up to give herself more space to undo them, she laughs. 

“Your lipstick is absolutely everywhere, isn’t it?” I ask, and she nods and giggles. “Well it’s all over your face, too.” I take off my shirt while I talk; it’s a rather expensive one I’d hate to see ruined. When it’s on the floor, I give her a look, telling her it’s her turn, and she seems happy to oblige. Her fingers work deliberately slowly as she keeps grinding on my cock while taking her blouse off. It looks like she’s particularly fond of the sounds I’m making, I notice, and her own moans follow mine. I dig my fingers into her thighs and pull her tighter against me, mimicking the movements of her hips with my own. 

Shortly after she kisses me again, I leave her mouth alone and focus my attention on her neck while slipping the shiny satiny material - polyester, sadly - of her blouse off her shoulders. For a moment, I pause to take in the underwear she has on. 

“Just take it off,” she growls as she licks a path along my jaw to my ear. My chuckle turns into a grunt when she takes my earlobe into her mouth and sucks on it softy. It’s definitely a weak spot of mine, and I can’t express how glad I am she found it. My whole body reacts when she drags her nails down my sides and back up again, and the soft chuckle she lets out directly in my ear makes me harder than I ever even thought possible. 

“What if I want to take a good look?”

“Take a good look at my tits, instead,” she says. It’s definitely an attitude I’ve never come across before. I’ve been told to slow down often enough, and I've been accused of being an insensitive asshole for going too fast more times than I can count, but a girl actively encouraging me to hurry up… Honestly, I should probably find it incredibly hot, but I’m mildly insulted, instead. 

And then, as a gorgeous woman tries to get me out of the rest of my clothes, I hear myself say the words I never thought I’d say in my entire life: “Can you slow down for a second?” 

I don’t know who Ariel Ryker thinks she is, but she’s messing with my head, and that’s something I’d very much like her to stop doing. 

“No way,” she says, “you’re the guy who everyone always says is up for anything.” Well, ‘everyone’ isn’t wrong - usually. 

“Yeah, well…” I probably should have thought about how that sentence was going to end before I started it, but I didn’t, and now we’re here. Ariel is still grinding on my lap, which makes it impossible to think, let alone talk my way out of this. The only thing I can think of is ‘I swear this never happens’, and I hate how exceptionally true it is.

“Cat’s got your tongue, Solo?” I swear to god I want to answer her, but the words are just gone. For fuck’s sake, if I don’t get laid tonight, I don’t know who I’m blaming, but it sure as hell isn’t going to be me!

“Do I make you nervous?” What? No! Obviously not! This time, my face gives away what my mouth won’t say out loud, and it makes her laugh. The sound is fantastic, for whatever backwards reason, and I can’t help but moan when I hear it. She leans over to kiss me again, and I feel like I’m frozen in place. Her lips leave mine and travel all over my chest with newfound patience, moving further down until she’s forced to get off my thighs. I growl appreciatively when she reconvenes on the floor; it’s an absolute treat to see her on her knees in front of me. It’s basic biology; men love gorgeous women on their knees. Especially when they’re covered in lipstick and clearly planning on wiping whatever is left on their faces off on your cock. Again: I’m not complaining - though my ego is pretty bruised from giving in to her so easily. 

It’s quickly forgotten when she runs her hands over my crotch, and a little bit of that bruise on my pride heals when she gasps and loses a bit of her patience again. She makes quick work of the button and zipper of my pants. Her hands are small, I notice, and I chuckle softly. Small hands are a godsend. They make my dick look bigger. Not that I need it, but it’s still nice. I clench my jaw involuntarily when she wraps her hand around my shaft - not completely; she can’t make it, which makes me grin. 

“Intimidated?” That I can say? The stupidest goddamn… oh well, it’s out now. She gets up and kisses me again. 

“If you want me to suck you off at all, you’re probably better off keeping your mouth shut, Leon,” she says. She’s clearly amused, which means I didn’t screw up completely. 

I know I’m thinking something around the time she wraps her lips around my cock, but I couldn’t tell you what it is if my life depended on it. Her mouth is wet and warm and she knows exactly what she’s doing.  I somehow manage to figure out that she has her tongue pierced, and she’s more than aware of how to use that to her advantage. It’s only a matter of time before I lose control of my voice. 

When the first moan slips out, I know it’s over. Best to just give in to it now, so I can actually enjoy what she’s doing. We’re talking seconds before I’m a growling, swearing mess in her hands - well, mouth, technically - which she clearly seems to enjoy quite a lot, judging from her own moaning. Her tongue, her hands; everything feels incredible, and I’m lost in the sensations like never before. This may very well be the best blowjob I’ve ever gotten. 

“Oh, really?” Fuck. Apparently I said that out loud. It’s too bad that it makes her stop, other than that, I don’t think I have much of a problem with her knowing.

“Yeah, you’re a minute away from finishing me off, actually,” I say, stifling a moan when she gives me the biggest, most innocent eyes I’ve ever seen. “Half, if you keep looking at me like that.”

“Let’s not,” she says as she gets back to her feet and pulls me into another kiss. I sit on the edge of my bed and allow my hands to wander her body, pulling her close so I can finally take off that bra she’s been wanting me to take off for a while now. Her boobs were already spilling out of it, but now that it’s gone… They’re amazing. As a matter of fact, I’ve never come across a pair that wasn’t - and believe me when I say I’ve searched far and wide. She moans when I roll one of her nipples between my fingers while my mouth takes care of the other one. Her nails dig into my shoulders. It doesn’t hurt and she lets go pretty quickly - a shame on both counts, really. I take it as my cue to pull her back onto the bed, and take charge of this situation again. 

When I try to go slow, she tells me to get to it again, and I look at her as I take her other breast into my mouth and slowly circle her nipple with my tongue. I take a moment to enjoy this, watch her reaction, play with her, and then I slowly start making my way down her body, only to be completely taken by surprise when she stops me.

“Leon, just… Just fuck me,” she says. I don’t get it. I’ve had women beg me to eat them out, but I can’t recall one ever asking me not to… 

“Please?” I can’t believe I just asked that - especially with that uncharacteristically confused tone to my voice. It’s pathetic. 

“Are you seriously asking if you can go down on me?” And now she’s mocking me? 

“Yes.” I’m not about to lie. Something’s going on and I’m going to find out what. If she just wanted to remain in control, she could have allowed me to continue after I’d pretty much begged her to let me taste her.

“I’d rather you didn’t,” she says. All of a sudden, she sounds shy. This calls for a different approach. 

I move to actually get my head on a pillow and hold my hand out by means of an invitation. She joins me -  hesitantly, but still - and I wrap my arms around her. 

“A, you don’t like the way it feels. B, no guy has ever made it feel good. C, someone told you once that your pussy looks weird and now you’re not letting anyone down there in case he was right. Am I getting at anything here?” I can be blunt if I have to, it’s just that I prefer not to be. In this case, I don’t think subtlety is going to get me anywhere, so the Walker-approach it is… 

“I hate you,” she says, “but C is pretty dead on, actually.” I should have known I wasn’t going to feel triumphant about getting that right, but I hadn’t expected to feel this bad for her, either. As always, though, I think I have a solution…

“Blindfold me,”

“What?”

“You heard me,” I say plainly. From the way she looks at me, I can tell she isn’t quite getting how much I’m not messing with her right now.

“You’d do that?” She scoffs as she says it, which makes me raise my eyebrows. 

“Why not? Wouldn’t be the first time.” Judging by the look on her face, she’s definitely considering it.

“Make it a new year’s resolution,” I say, “start the new year off good.”

“You really like going down on girls, don’t you?” I do, but I also have a near pathological need to help women overcome insecurities. It’s an ego thing - I have in the past tried to convince August and Charles it wasn’t. That didn’t work, and that’s probably because they were right, and it absolutely is. Of course, I’m not going to tell her that, so I just nod.

“What I think,” she says, and I immediately realize my mistake, “is that you have a pathological need to help women overcome insecurities because it’s a way for you to feel good about yourself.”

At this point, it’s fair to say that Ariel is annoying the everloving fuck out of me. 

“What I think,” I throw back at her, “is that you have a pathological need to be right and to do everything on your own that’s actually getting in the way of feeling good about yourself. But I’ll cut my losses.”

“Good, are we finally going to do what we came here to do?” The way she says it honestly has me starting to think I made a huge mistake hooking up with her. Not that I can think of anyone else I’d rather be with - which is unusual, I’ll admit.

“Christ on a bike! Do you have somewhere else to be?” Ariel goes quiet; she clearly wasn’t expecting my question. I put a hand on her cheek and am about to pull her into another kiss when we’re disturbed by… a disturbance in the hallway. I’m far too curious to not check on that, so I quickly get dressed and head for the door to take a look. 

“What’s going on out there?” Ariel says as she fastens the buttons of her blouse. I’m surprised she asks: she had to have heard some of it. Including Marshall telling me there was nothing to worry about, and to go back inside. It didn’t seem like he had a handle on the situation, but there was no need for me to get in the middle of that. 

“Nothing important,” I say. And then it really registers what she’s doing. Is she serious? “You’re leaving?” 

“Yeah,” she says with a sigh, “this was a mistake.” I mean, I can’t deny that, but I was still intent on actually making that mistake. Something about the way she looks at me tells me she doesn’t actually want to leave, but she actually walks out the door, and I’m left standing there alone and confused. Very, very confused. 

#henrycavill fanfic #henry cavill characters #napoleon solo #napoleon solo x OFC #napoleon solo smut #napoleon solo fanfic #179 crescent street #179CS #henry cavill smut #179cs18

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Alright, Yous asked for this - PART ONE

Here is the full list of all my active WIPs:

Warning: My WIPs will occationally feature RPF / RPS or incest/crackships

Priest Masema Longfic - God's Wonders Pagan!Reader x Priest!Masema. Masema goes to great lengths to convince Reader of his faith, but also does everything God has forbidden. Turns a bit culty and toxic. Masema is basically touch/love starved and eats up every morsel Reader gives him.

Ray Merrimen Fic Probably gona be three or so chapters, about Reader having been in love with Ray for her entire conscious life, being on and off with him, reminiscing and eventually having his baby.

Two Plus Two For my GF, it's smutty, it is Gerry Butler and Pablo Schreiber and the two of us. Nothing to see here, move on.

New Years Resolutions - DJ Sihtric New Years smut, Sihtric having you in the DJ booth at the NYE party.

Everything is a Fight with Me Jay Kulina Smut, mommy kink, dom!reader.

By The Grace Gods - American Gods Fix It Fic Lame self insert, bc I don't want Sweeney to have died. Chapter One; I meet and shack up with a certain well beloved Leprechaun.

Cassa Nova's Silver Lining - Chapter 3 Chapter Three of my Napoleon Solo Arranged Marriage fic. You are still on the fence about Leon, but have a wedding to prep for.

Bodyguard Sihtric - Only You - Longfic Sihtric is your bodyguard and you really want to make him fuck you. Odd Dom-Sub dynamic and a lot of tension.

At Your Altar - Modern Cultist Unhinged Toxic Masema Longfic Reader is a trust fu baby, Masema a personal trainer. Masema is convinced reader is a Goddess reincarnated and goes full unhinged.

Puppy Boy - Animal Shelter Sihtric Long Fic Second Chapter of my needy subby slow burn autistic cutie pie Sihtric fic. Sihtric is falling in love with you and will use every excuse to see you. He is being disgusting about you and Finan gets a bit fed up with it.

Free Use - Sub Sihtric Does what it says on the tin, Sihtric being free use to reader.

I can handle you. Nyneave and Lan engage in some rough bedroom activities.

Free Use - Lukas Nowak Reader being free use to Lukas

Heir!Sihtric Arranged marriage-ish. Heir!Sihtric and reader get too know each other the quick way.

Between Them [Finan x Sihtric x Reader] Bard!Reader gets a bit more than she bargained for when she finds herself between a Dane and an Irishamn.

Werewolf!Sihtric - Do I have to teach you? Alpha!Werewolf!Reader x Newly Bitten Wolfie!Sihtric. Puppy boy has no idea what he is doing and is looking for a place to belong, which you gladly provide him with.

Caught In The Middle Sihtric x Reader x Masema. You just can't seem to tear yourself away from Masema, even though he is a toxic asshole. But then you meet Sihtric and nothing else seems to matter.

Undercover Life - Masema During the time in Falme, Masema poses as a Soldier, coming home to you.

Two Versions of Showersex Two for one smut, one with subby Sihtric and one with dommy Sihtric.

Tied Up Brat - Sihtric Some bondage with Sihtirc being bratty.

Doggy Style - Masema Does what it says on the tin, Masema fucking you Doggy.

Riding Masema Doing it cowgirl with Masema

Missionary - Masema Well duh...

DJ Sihtric Longfic - Ch 2 Sihtric takes you out on a date and things end up in your bed.

Sweetheart Prompt #12 Secret little nugget featuring the one and only Mr F.

A Language I Don't Speak [Credence x Aberforth] Credence has no idea how to recieve love and Aberforth sorta forgot how to give it. Fuck ups ensue. TW: Incest

Dojo Owner Masema A modern verse Masema having reader on the work out matt.

Marked - Cain El-Adam Some SCP 073 smut I have no true aim with yet.

Taunting Sihtric "You get so horny, it's cute." With Sihtric.

Taunting Finan "You get so horny, it's cute." With Finan.

Taunting Osferth "You get so horny, it's cute." With Osferth

Taunting Uhtred "You get so horny, it's cute." With Uhred.

Blind for me - Bassist Sihtric You are set up on a blind date with Bassist!Sihtric and it goes a little too well.

Some Voyeurism, Bc I am evil Some post partum sexy time with Mr F, bc I do this for me.

Lordly [Lord!Sihtric] Sihtric as Lord of Dunholm, hoping to find a new wife in reader. No true plot, just smut.

This is the honeymoon [Modern!Sihtric] Honeymoon night smut

Race Me [Underground Racer!Sihtric] Underground racer Sihtric picks up reader after she is harassed by members of a rivalling 'team' and takes her home for some extra curiculars.

Home at last [Soldier!Sihtric] Your husband is home from war and he is here to fuck you.

Pitter Patter Paws [Animal Shelter Sihtric] More subby desperate animal shelter Sihtric BS, just a smut this time.

Flashing Light [Model!Sihtric] Model Sihtric hooking up with photographer reader.

Marching a Band [Bebban Boys Poly Shit] Poly Band!Pretty Boys x Manager Reader, pure smut.

Drinks on me [Bartender Sihtric] Bartender Sihtric x Waitress reader, smut af!

Baby It's Cold Outside [Jotun!Sihtric] Jotun!Sihtric smut I have no aim with yet.

Make it up to me [Cagefighter Sihtric] Requested make up sex with Cagefighter Sihtric.

Dance with the Devil [Demon!Sihtric] Reader comes home to roomies summoning a demon, Sihtric, who ends up fucking reader rather than roomies, as intended.

Slipping Off The Racetracks [Motor Racer!Sihtric] Smut without plot about reader and Motor Racer!Sihtric

Bad Wrong Vampire Sihtric Just vampire Sihtric being bad wrong for reader, with smut as the main course

Rebounding [Modern!Sihtric] He got he arse dumped and comes back to you.

THEY WERE ROOMMATES [Cagefighter!Sihtric] OH MY GODS THEY WERE ROOMMATES

Lawless [Police!Sihtric] Police!Sihtric x Witness!Reader doing things they were not supposed to do.

All Mine [Dom Modern!Sihtric] Smutty smut with dom Sihtric

Bend for Me [Gym Instructor!Sihtric] Sex as a work out, plain ol' smut.

Lace and Leather [BDSM Club!Sihtric] Switch Sihtric helps readr explore what she likes

Bound to You [Tatted Pierced Collared Modern!Sihtric] Veyr subby Sihtric smut.

More of Your Magic [Hunter Sihtric] Basically SPN AU smut

Wana be a Step Dad [Modern!Sihtric] Single Mom!Reader gets too close too quickly with Modern!Sihtric.

Flintwood - Not At All Marcus Flint x Oliver Wood, post war smut

Pop That Melon! Arnas F Arnas popping a melon with his thighs and reader cleaning him up.

Modern! Omega! Sihtric! - I Need a Hero Omega Sihtric is desperate for a mate and reader is just the right Alpha for the job.

Shadows and Storms on the Horizon SCP longfic abt me and my gf

#This is probably going to have to be a three part post fam #here is the first 60

[scarletfish]

Andreil Time Travel AU

happy nye I just had the most devastating andreil AU idea while playing Life is Strange-

(cw: canon-typical references to violence, (temporary) suicide mention, this started as a bullet point list that quickly spiraled out of control into 4000k, oops)

***

So Nathaniel grows up a Raven, right? The Perfect Court's #3 striker, the Butcher's son, set to inherit a legacy.

He's also born with the ability to travel backwards for very brief periods in time.

It starts when he joins the Ravens. The first time Nathaniel travels back (ten seconds, during practice) it terrifies him so badly he runs into the goal post and knocks himself out.

He thinks he's hallucinating for a while, cracked under the stress. He never tells anyone. Even once he comes to terms with the fact that it's real, he refuses to try and learn to control it for years. It happens sporadically, out of control, at the worst times times of high emotion. 

When he wins his first game as an official Raven. When Riko loses his temper. When he screws up and ends up under his father's knife.

(That night is what finally gets him to face this "ability" he's been ignoring and avoiding. He can't travel far, 10-15 seconds at most, and he has to concentrate or he'll get stuck in a loop. He's gotten stuck in some... pretty bad loops.)

He locks them away somewhere as cold and dark as his father's basement.

But ‘rewinding,’ as he calls it in his head, isn't all bad. He's hesitant to use it, scared that someone will find out, scared he's actually, truly just insane – but not too scared to squeeze in extra practice time when he can, to replay the exact twist of Kevin's wrist that spirals the ball into the corner of the goal perfectly, or, once, to replay the rare sound of Jean's laugh – loud, a bit shocked, unrestrained. 

Nathaniel spends weeks trying to remember what he said and how to replicate it.

From what he can tell, the only downsides are increased exhaustion, headaches, and the occasional nosebleed if he pushes too hard. Nothing that would draw attention in the Nest. He thinks about it less and less.

Honestly, by the time Nathaniel is approaching his junior year, it's become a natural extension of him, like his Exy racquet. He's close to getting everything he's ever wanted: freedom, autonomy, a contract to play on a pro team when he graduates. Kevin and Jean are going to graduate, and in a year he's going to follow one or both of them across the country, get as far away from this fucking place as he can, and play Exy until it runs him into the ground. He's happy.

Of course that's when tragedy strikes.

Jean doesn't come back to their shared room the night of graduation. In fact, when the Raven’s private medical team arrives on the scene, they confirm Nathaniel’s greatest fear – Jean isn’t coming back at all. 

Shattered over the loss of his closest friend and partner, delirious with grief, Nathaniel impulsively throws himself as far backward in time as he can reach. He only means to rewind a few hours, to find Jean and stop him from doing the unthinkable – he doesn't know how but he'll grab him and hold him all night if he has to, he can't lose him, he can't believe he missed this, he thought they were going to build a life together outside of this hellhole and how dare Jean leave him here alone –

Instead, Nathaniel wakes up somewhere... new.

For one thing, he's traveled further than three hours. It was past midnight in the Nest, but the sun is just barely cresting the horizon now. He knows because he can see it through the window. The fifth story window.

And that's the other thing that becomes clear as Nathaniel scans his new surroundings. If he's traveled to the past, it isn't his past. He's never seen this building before in his life.

Overall, he spends a bewildering thirty minutes in this strange orange-accented building, heart racing, unable to channel the adrenaline of trying to save Jean into the random place and time he's wandered into. 

The first person he runs into is a tall man with a buzzed head who claps him on the shoulder and calls him 'Neil.' He looks betrayed when Nathaniel introduces the overly-familiar guy's gut to his elbow. He’s wearing an obnoxious orange hoodie. Boyd, Palmetto State Foxes. Nathaniel sneers.

There’s no time for this. He’s never traveled to a different location before, only different times. He doesn’t even know where Palmetto is, only has the vaguest idea of Exy’s greatest NCAA embarrassment. The longer he spends here, the less chance he has of saving Jean. Jean is not at Palmetto.

Somehow though, inexplicably, Kevin is. And here’s where Nathaniel realizes something is really wrong, because Kevin is wearing orange and white and lunging to fist his hands in Nathaniel’s hood and shake him and he’s speaking–

“What the fuck are you wearing–”

But all Nathaniel can focus on is the violent white scarring twisting up Kevin’s left hand. 

Wrong, wrong, wrong. Kevin is not a Fox, Kevin is not broken. Jean is broken. Jean is missing, and he doesn’t know these people, and he needs to find Jean before it’s too late. 

He must say some of this out loud because Kevin shakes him hard and asks harshly, fear edging his words, “Too late for what, Neil? What the fuck have you done now?” 

Boyd leans around the corner of the hallway with a defensive arm curled around his stomach to ask, “He’s looking for Jean?” 

At the same time Nathaniel snarls, “Don’t fucking call me that.”

Kevin’s eyes dart to the Fox in the hallway and back to Nathaniel before narrowing. Nathaniel roughly tries to shrug his fingers off, but Kevin digs in, leaning closer. Then he does something insane.

He sniffs Nathaniel’s face. Nathaniel twists away, and the hand Kevin raised to – slap him? Grab him again? Just barely brushes his forehead. Kevin exhales sharply through his nose.

“Are you drunk? Sick? What’s wrong with you?”

Another door pops open about ten feet down the hallway. “Neil’s sick?”

As everyone’s heads turn, Nathaniel lunges in the direction of the nearest stairwell. Except, Kevin is a bastard and has shifted himself directly in Nathaniel’s way, like he was expecting this. He throws an arm out to further block Nathaniel’s escape. 

Fine, if he wants it that way.

Nathaniel pulls out his knife. Chaos erupts.

Boyd shouts in surprise and starts calling for someone to get ‘Andrew.’ 

The messy-haired boy hanging out of his dorm room throws his hands up, hooking a foot around his door and pulling it shut with a firm “Nope, that’s none of my business.”

Kevin is shaking with anger, and he points at Nathaniel’s chest. “Is this some sort of fucked up prank?”

Nathaniel doesn’t understand the question, so he gestures with his knife. “Move. I won’t ask again.”

“After everything they did to you, what are – I don’t…” Maybe anger wasn’t the right emotion. Kevin looks more likely to throw up than throw a punch. 

Coward.

Nathaniel is ready to open the door and shove him down the stairs when the door at the far end of the hall slams open, bouncing off the wall with a bang. It sounds like a gunshot. Yet another Fox has arrived. Kevin breaks off his unintelligible muttering (something that sounded like “what’s going on”) mid-sentence as Neil straightens to assess the new threat.

“Thank god,” Boyd breathes at the sight of the short blonde standing, for all the drama of his entrance, nonchalantly in the doorway. Inexplicably, Nathaniel’s stomach aches. 

Stocky, broad shoulders, black jeans and tee, and a pair of black armbands. One of the Minyard twins, he recalls. The backliner is nothing special, but the goalie, what was his name –

“Andrew,” Kevin snaps, a greeting and a command (though it isn’t clear what he’s asking for). 

Andrew Minyard, sophomore, save percentage of 0.892 in spite of (and no thanks to) his team, 5 shutouts last season, with some of the quickest reflexes Nathaniel has seen on a college team outside of the Ravens–

The stats looping through Nathaniel’s mind on instinct are abruptly cut off when Kevin shoves– actually shoves Nathaniel from behind, right between the shoulder blades, propelling him further away from the safety of the stairwell.

Nathaniel goes to actually stab him this time, but Kevin ducks in a practiced maneuver and slides out of range. He levels a pointed look at Andrew and flicks a hand at a furious Nathaniel. “Take care of that.”

Nathaniel throws his knife and dives for the now unguarded stairwell door.

Kevin screeches, his striker reflexes barely saving him from getting skewered in the neck. The handle shudders and jams under Nathaniel’s grip. Locked. He kicks it for good measure, stubbing his toes with a curse, and then turns back to face the consequences of his actions. 

Kevin clutches his (unharmed) neck with a wounded expression, which is objectively hilarious, but, con, Nathaniel is now disarmed. He expects immediate retaliation from one of the Foxes, but Boyd has discretely slipped away somewhere, while Minyard is still planted in the doorway, eyes pinned to Nathaniel's chest with an unreadable expression.  

“Do I have something on my shirt or what?” Nathaniel asks heatedly. They both ignore him.

“So you didn't have anything to do with this then,” Kevin interjects, gesturing up and down Nathaniel's body. 

Minyard drags his eyes away with visible effort and cocks his head.

“He came back from his run dressed like this,” Kevin answers the nonverbal question, “freaking out over Jean and ranting about how it's ‘too late,’ which is fucking ominous, and then he pulled a knife on me –”

Apparently having heard enough, Minyard shoves roughly past Kevin and moves toward a wary Nathaniel. As he passes Nathaniel’s knife where it’s stuck in the wall, he retrieves it.

He moves slowly, and Nathaniel tracks every smooth, deliberate movement. Nathaniel doesn’t take his eyes off the knife, so he’s taken by surprise when Minyard reaches for him with his other hand. 

Nathaniel bares his teeth. “If you touch me, I will skewer you.” Minyard’s eyes widen slightly and he freezes with his fingers inches from Nathaniel’s neck.

It’s a bold claim for someone who is apparently (and actually) unarmed – Minyard’s eyes trail down Nathaniel’s body for a second time, probably trying to unearth any hidden weapons – but he drops his hand and, maintaining eye contact (a threat?), tucks the retrieved knife into his left armband.

“Neil. Do you know where you are.” His voice is irritatingly familiar – low, and a bit gravelly. Nathaniel realizes with a start that this is the first time he’s heard the goalie speak.

“Surrounded by idiots?” Nathaniel spits. (He has no idea where he is.)

Minyard hums and nods at the small Raven insignia on Nathaniel’s chest. “What is it they say about birds of a feather?” 

“I’m not here to play word games.” Nathaniel crosses his arms.

“No, apparently you’re here for Jean.” Minyard speaks slowly, like he’s speaking to a child or a wild animal. “Moreau is with Abby. You know this.” 

Nathaniel did not know this. “He’s… Abby?”

“Renee got him out of that hellhole. He’s… safe.” Safe. Nathaniel slumps back against the locked door at his back. If this man is telling the truth, then he did it. Jean is alive. He isn’t sure how or when, but the relief is enough to make his legs weak. 

Renee… Nathaniel wracks his memory. Most likely Renee Walker, the Foxes’ other goalie. He’s torn between his need for information and his pride, between his instinctive distrust and the uncomfortable feeling that he would trust the man in front of him with his life. He has to be sure though.

“How did she get him out?” He asks accusingly.

“They’ve been talking for months,” Andrew says slowly. Not condescending, but in a way that makes it clear Nathaniel should have known this already. “She went in and got him when Kengo died.”

Nathaniel’s world tilts on its axis for the second time in the past 24 hours. When Kengo died? Kengo is dead? And then his thoughts aren’t the only things spinning – there’s a metallic taste in his mouth, the door behind him clicks open, and Nathaniel stumbles back, shoving his way around the new arrival and away from Minyard’s reaching hand, nearly falling down the stairs in his haste to get away, get away, get away, before he’s–

******

Nathaniel wakes up in surroundings that are both more and less familiar. 

And here's the thing. Nathaniel realized very quickly that he could take objects with him when he travels. His clothes, his racquet, whatever he's touching travels with him. 

But for the first time, he wishes desperately that he experimented more, that he told someone about this. Kevin would have whipped up a game plan full of exhausting and boring scientific drills within seconds. Maybe he’d have more answers than questions for once. 

Still, nothing Nathaniel’s done could have prepared him to come to in his ten-year old body. 

It takes him a moment to realize. The cool, dark tones of the Nest loosen something in his chest, and he’s relieved to be home, even if he’s somehow ended up closer to the court than his room (apparently he’s going to have to get used to traveling through space AND time). 

Then he reaches to scratch his elbow absentmindedly and realizes how badly he’s fucked up.

His limbs look alien – too thin, too gangly, none of the painstakingly built muscle or calluses from years of Exy and all its related triumphs and punishments. 

His eyes catch on his palm. The skin is smooth, even though he remembers sitting on the floor of he and Jean’s shared room, prying open a can of stolen peaches with a knife. They were so hungry that they didn’t notice right away when Nathaniel sliced his hand on the jagged metal lid. 

To see physical evidence of his partner erased like this is…. jarring. 

He’s not going to figure anything out from the storage closet, so he pushes his way out of the small room and into a familiar nightmare. 

Noises from the nearby court echo down the hallway, shoes squeaking, children shouting out plays and passes, travel bags littering the hall. 

He remembers this. He couldn’t forget this day if he tried. A knot of dread pulls tight in his gut, squeezing until he’s trembling. No matter how many times he tells himself he’s had worse days, much worse days, that this day was the beginning of the rest of his life and the day he learned he might be able to earn his freedom, no matter what he tells himself – his hands still shake.

Is this real, or a dream? A memory? Is he dead? 

The sounds of Exy are like a siren call drawing him through the locker room. Nathaniel walks like he’s going to meet his executioner. His vision tunnels. He slips unnoticed past the teenagers at their lockers, following the familiar path to Evermore’s court. 

Sticking his head out around the doorframe feels like sticking his neck on a guillotine. Kids are paired off for warm-up drills, rotating through tests of agility, strength, and precision.

At center court are two young boys, scrawny and sweaty, not particularly unique in the crowd of scrawny and sweaty children save for their black uniforms. But the other kids orbit them like planets around a sun, sneaking glances and showing off for the princes of Exy.

Kevin Day and Riko Moriyama. And if they’re on court… Neil squints until he can make out three figures through the plexiglass, seated a few rows back near the center. It’s the only time he’s seen Ichirou out of his luxury box seats, leaning forward to listen as Tetsuji whispers something in his ear. 

Though he knows it’s coming, Nathaniel’s limbs lock up and his throat closes as he recognizes the third man sitting with them. It’s the only time he’s ever seen his father in the stands.

That, if nothing else, cements his location in time. This is the day Nathaniel first met Kevin and Riko. This was his first bloody trip to Castle Evermore, the day he found that there was something worth living for. The day his mother tried to run and cost herself her life and Nathaniel his freedom. 

Frying pan, fire.

Jean isn’t even here yet. He’s still in France. He has no idea what’s in store for him.

Nathaniel ducks back into the locker room before anyone sees him and curls up in the tight space between the last locker and the wall that he hasn’t fit in since he hit his growth spurt at fourteen. 

Obviously his last jump was a fluke. In what messed up world would Kevin end up playing with the Foxes? Something had to have gone majorly wrong. But then, Jean was alive… Nathaniel clutches his head, tugging at his hair. How is he supposed to save Jean if he isn’t even here yet? 

He’s distracted by something warm slipping down his face and over his lips. He swipes absently at his nose and his fingers come away red. Blood. There’s a tugging at his center, pulsing in time with a dull ache in his head. This trip has been strange, but Nathaniel knows what that means. He doesn’t have much time left. Either this is going to kill him, or he’s going to get pulled back to the present.

“Nate, what the – oh my god, is that blood?” 

Nathaniel scrubs at his nose with the hem of his black shirt before glancing up at the distraught boy in front of him. A messy “2” is scrawled on his cheekbone in Sharpie, stark against a face which is even paler than usual. Kevin never could handle blood.

“I’m fine, it’s just–”

“Damn Wesninski, picking fights already?” And wherever Kevin went, Riko was never far behind. Or maybe it was the other way around. Nathaniel’s head swims. He rises, giving his face one last swipe.

“You’re just smearing it around,” Kevin mutters. 

Riko slings an arm around Nathaniel’s shoulder and tugs. “Whatever, it looks badass. Let’s go scare those West Coast kids!”  

Kevin clears his throat tentatively. “I think Nate’s father is looking for y–”

“Oh, right! Your father sent us to get you, he’s with Onii-sama now in one of his meeting rooms. I can show you where to go, he doesn’t like people wandering around his offices.” Riko huffs. “You should probably clean that off your face too, then.”

“Right,” Nathaniel croaks, cold to his core. He nods at the sinks. “I’ll just – I’ll meet you in the hall, give me a minute.”

“Hurry up,” Riko calls over his shoulder, bounding out without looking back. Kevin pauses, eyes searching, but then he leaves as well. 

As soon as they round the corner, Nathaniel lunges for the corner locker that he stashed his duffel bag in. It’s got a broken lock, so no one uses it, but he knows how to jimmy it open from the right angle. He rifles around for his notebook.

It isn’t a foolproof plan, or even a necessarily good one, but it’s all he’s got. He can’t help smearing blood across the cover and the first few pages as he flips to an empty space and writes in large block letters, “RENEE WALKER, RECRUIT, GOALIE.” He doesn’t know where she is or how to find her, doesn’t even know if his actions now have an impact on his future, but he has to try. 

She saved Jean in that other world where everything was upside down. Maybe she can do what Nathaniel couldn’t and save him this time, too.

Folding the book, he shoves it to the bottom of his bag beneath his clothes, wedges the locker door shut, and hurriedly wets a wad of paper towels to clean his face off. 

Then he goes to face his father. He doesn’t travel back to the present for another 56 minutes. 

*****

Nathaniel very nearly gets away with it. 

It’s strange, living with these new overlapping memories – like the opposite of losing a tooth and poking around at the gap with your tongue. Renee’s appearance fills a gap Nathaniel didn’t know existed, but she neatly folds into their lives as if she was always there (which, Nathaniel guesses, in this new reality, she was).

He remembers writing her name in his notebook in a desperate bid to change reality, and he also remembers finding her name the next day, scrawled among water marks and blood stains.

He was transported directly back to the present about an hour after Riko took him to meet his father and Ichirou – he didn’t relive his entire childhood – but the new memories are slowly rising to the surface while his old memories sink and fade.

When the Ravens started looking for a new goalie Kevin's freshman year, Nathaniel put Renee’s name forward. Riko was hardly impressed with her high school performance, but Kevin owes Nathaniel a favor. Nathaniel ensures Jean goes along to extend the recruitment offer.

Nathaniel doesn’t like Renee – initially because of the way Riko treated them, the assumptions he made about why Nathaniel pushed so heavily to recruit her. Then he gets to know her, and he likes her even less. She tucks her cool and calculated persona behind a calm, Christian facade, and Nathaniel trusts her about as far as he can throw her. (She’s taller than he is, but light, so maybe five feet?)

No, he doesn’t like Renee. But he needs her. Because when he comes to graduation night with blood spattered across the lower half of his face and a sharp stabbing at the back of his head, Jean is the one kneeling beside him, and nothing else matters.

It would be a lie to say he never thinks of the strange jump between his past and his present – the awkward sideways step into a nonsensical world where Kevin wasn’t a Raven and the worst Exy team in the NCAA called him ‘Neil’ with a horrible fondness.

Anyway. He very nearly gets away with it.

Except a couple weeks later, Nathaniel opens his locker and a boy with auburn hair and fury in his blue eyes tumbles out, using his momentum to slam them back into the opposite row of lockers, knife pointed at Nathaniel’s throat.

“Give him back,” he growls.

For all intents and purposes, Nathaniel is looking at himself. 

“What.” It’s like looking in a mirror if your reflection was trying to kill you. This is what he gets for messing around with time. He should’ve known Jean’s life wasn’t free. Nothing in their lives is fucking free, or fair, but he’ll be damned if this freak shows up out of nowhere wearing his face and tries to undo one of the only good things he’s ever done.

“You know what I’m talking about,” Other Nathaniel snarls, “I remember you. Whatever you did, undo it. Give Andrew back,” he snarls, “And Renee too, while you’re fucking at it.”

*****

might go back and extend/polish and drop it on ao3 if people are interested? 

shoutout to my sister who suggested Raven!Renee when I was brainstorming what kind of change Nathaniel could make that might save Jean’s life while fucking up Andrew’s. I have not known a moment of peace since but I’m torn between dropping tiny unconnected snippets here and committing to a full multi-chapter fic 

#this is so chaotic someone should have stopped me from playing LIS directly after both oxenfree games #the foxhole court #aftg #foxhole court au #jean moreau #neil josten #nathaniel wesninski #tw suicide reference #time loop brain rot #this was meant to be a brief summary :') #kevin day #sav writes #aftg fic #raven!neil

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

The Other Evans Girl [Part Ten]

Fandom: Harry Potter [Marauder’s Era]

Pairing: Sirius Black x Original Female Character, Sirius Black x Daisy Evans, James Potter x Lily Evans

Characters: Sirius Black, Original Female Character, Daisy Evans, Lily Evans, Remus Lupin, James Potter, Harry Potter, Severus Snape, Minerva McGonagall, Alice Fortescue, Frank Longbottom, Marlene McKinnon, Albus Dumbledore, Voldemort, Peter Pettigrew, Lucius Malfoy, Bellatrix LeStrange, Walburga Black, Orion Black, Jasper Thicknesse, Barty Crouch Jr, Mulciber, Walden McNair

Word Count: 6882

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Hogwarts is a safe haven, a home for many, but it’s often a place where heartache, love and complex emotions dwell and none know that better than the Marauders. Lily Evans just wants to make it out as a successful witch though the oncoming war and the ongoing advances of James Potter threaten that. Daisy Evans, her twin, has other goals. Join the Evans sisters as they make their way through Hogwarts, prepare for war and eventually find love.

Tags/ Warnings: Hogwarts, Friends, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Marauder’s Era, Teenage Angst, Babies, Weddings, Dating, Crying, Loss of Virginity, First Wizarding War, Love, Kissing, Teenagers, James Potter is a bit of a dick, Hogsmeade, 1970s, Fighting, Loss of Parents, Grief, Babies, Injuries, Gore, Harm, Christmas,  The Potter’s Mansion // Daisy’s Dress // NYE Lily’s Dress // NYE Daisy’s Dress // Lily’s Ring // Daisy’s Ring

LINK TO AO3 // LINK TO PINTEREST // LINK TO ALL PARTS

Halloween came quickly after their meeting and since Severus had done nothing further to let her in on whatever he thought the boys were up Daisy was a bundle of nerves. Her nerves were reflected in the way she dressed unusually quickly the morning of Halloween, eager to see if she could catch him before breakfast. It was a move that made Lily eye her curiously but she ignored her and they made their way downstairs finding the Great Hall virtually empty.

‘I can’t wait for the party tonight,’ Alice said as she sat down and grabbed a couple of pieces of toast.  ‘Me too actually,’ Lily said.  ‘Have you got your costume together?’ Marlene asked given that their quest last weekend to Hogsmeade hadn’t reaped much meaning each of them had been relying on owl post to get the finishing touches together. ‘Yeah,’ Daisy said, she had been fortunate, having picked a devil all she had had to do was find a red dress and a pair of horns which she’d even managed to charm into looking more realistic.  ‘I still can’t get my wig quite right,’ Lily said which caused Marlene to dive into an explanation about how she could get anyone’s hair right with an intense combination of spells and potions and that she would set to work after their classes. Daisy wasn’t really listening to them anymore she was looking at Severus who was facing her way but speaking to someone she didn’t recognise. Watching him she felt her nerves bubble again. She wasn’t going to see him till tonight and the only time they had spent together had had Lily involved so she had no chance to speak to him properly. If she was going to feel more settled about the whole thing she needed to talk to him.

‘You alright Dais?’ Lily said watching her sister as she stared into the middle distance.  ‘Yeah fine,’ Daisy said, ‘I’m just gonna go talk to Sev okay?’  ‘Why?’ Lily asked curiously.  ‘I leant him some quills the other day and he’s not given them back to me,’ she lied. Lily’s eyes narrowed but Daisy didn’t wait for any questions as she quickly rose from her seat and walked around to the Slytherin table. Severus looked up as she got to the table as did his friend. She recognised him though he couldn’t recall his name and she was sure he wasn’t in their year, perhaps a couple below. His blonde hair fell in his eyes as he looked at her but she could still see how they narrowed as he took her in. 

‘Hey Sev,’ she said sitting down.  ‘No one said you could sit there,’ the blonde boy sneered. ‘Good job I didn’t ask anyone then,’ she retorted.  ‘Leave us for a minute, Barty,’ Severus mumbled. The blond-haired boy’s eyes went dark at the boy’s words but he said nothing and instead got up and moved down the table out of earshot.  ‘What’s his problem?’ Daisy asked.  ‘He’s not a big fan of,’ Severus paused as if realising his words. ‘Of?’ Daisy pressed. ‘…muggleborns,’ he finished. Daisy’s stomach flip-flopped. Of course, she knew of the supremacy some purebloods felt over their blood status but she’d been fortunate not to have experienced anything negative the fact that Severus spent time with him considering his ties with Lily and Daisy made her feel uneasy.  ‘Oh,’ she said quietly.  ‘Ignore him,’ he said, ‘what did you want?’  ‘I want to know what’s happening tonight. Have you found out anything more?’ she asked. Severus’ face broke into a smile as he nodded though he didn’t offer any information. 

‘Well?’ she asked.

‘It’s just a hunch,’ he shrugged, ‘we’ll see if we’re right tonight.’  ‘When?’ Daisy questioned. ‘They said they weren’t going to be at the feast right? So I say we meet in the entrance hall at half five,’ he said.  ‘Right,’ she agreed, ‘wait, what do I say to Lily?’  ‘Just say you’re meeting me?’ he shrugged. Daisy shook her head.  ‘No way. She’ll either want to come or force me to tell her what we’re doing and ban me from doing it,’ she said.  ‘Then think of an excuse… because it’s gotta be tonight,’ Severus said seriously. Daisy nodded though the way his demeanour changed made her feel uneasy. 

The day passed as slow as could be expected. After her little rendezvous with Severus Lily kept giving her sister suspicious looks and though Daisy tried to ignore them she felt on edge. Throughout her lessons, Daisy tried to spy on James and his friends but as karma would have it today was the day they spent mostly in electives, which meant she only shared a class with them every so often. 

Eventually, school finished and everyone raced back to their common rooms in order to prepare for the feast and the parties that were sure to follow in each common room and as soon as the bell rang for the end of the day Daisy raced back to her room hoping that she’d be able to change and get downstairs without Lily’s scrutiny. Yet when she got back to the dormitory she found her roommates had beaten her to it and were gathered around one bed working on Lily’s wig. They barely even looked up as Daisy mumbled a greeting and raced into the bathroom, yet as she emerged having had a shower and dressed into casual clothes she found Lily was on her immediately.

‘Aren’t you wearing your costume?’ Lily asked standing up as she took in the jeans and t-shirt her sister was now sporting. Daisy looked down at her outfit, stalling for an excuse given that in her haste she’d forgotten she’d not thought of a reason why she wasn’t going to the feast.  ‘No… I didn’t think we were wearing them to the feast,’ Daisy said.  ‘Frank and his friends are,’ Alice chimed in.  ‘Yeah, let’s show them what we’re bringing,’ Marlene said, twirling around in her costume so that Daisy could see. Daisy had to admit as costumes went it was pretty impressive given that her angel costume had a real-life halo floating above her head, illuminating her pretty features and making her look radiant as always.

‘Yeah,’ Daisy said though she couldn’t think of dressing up as Severus’ words still rang in her ears. With that she sat down on her bed a little heavier than intended.  ‘You alright?’ Alice asked from the bed opposite her. ‘Yeah, just feeling a bit rubbish is all,’ Daisy said, fiddling with her costume that was laid out on her bed.  ‘You were alright this morning,’ Lily said suspiciously as she started slipping on her wig. Her gingham dress and ruby slippers were laid out on her bed. Ever the bibliophile Lily had opted for a book character, Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz. ‘I know,’ Daisy said, ‘I started feeling a little unwell in ancient runes.’ ‘I didn’t notice,’ Lily said.  ‘Well sorry I don’t tell you every time I feel a bit iffy,’ Daisy snapped.  ‘I’m sure it’s nothing,’ Alice said trying to diffuse the tension that settled in the air immediately.

Fortunately it worked though the twins figured her case was supported given that Alice was sporting a pair of whiskers and charmed mouse ears. Lily giggled and moved to hug her sister with one arm as she muttered, ‘sorry Dais.’ ‘It’s alright. I just hope I feel better for the feast. I’ve hardly eaten today to save room,’ she chuckled.  ‘That’s probably why then!’ Alice said.  ‘She had a full pie and chips at lunchtime I doubt that’s it,’ Marlene giggled.  ‘Alright, alright,’ Daisy said. ‘Why don’t you nip to Madam Pomfrey?’ Lily suggested, ‘she might be able to give you some ‘Pepper Up’ potion that’ll get you right for the party.’  ‘Good idea Lil,’ Daisy said standing up and trying not to seem too eager above the excuse her sister had provided. Once she’d had tucked her wand into her pocket she then headed to the door grabbing a jacket as she went. ‘See you at the feast, yeah?’ she said. She heard the girls’ shouts as she closed the door behind her and headed down to meet Severus.  

He was pacing in the entrance hall when she got down there though he looked up as she came down the stairs rushing to meet her in an instance. He looked nervous and Daisy just thanked her lucky stars that there was no one around to see them. Where the hall was normally full of students heading to dinner tonight it was empty, most people probably spending extra time putting finishing touches to their outfits.

‘Hey,’ she said meekly though it was cut off as they heard movement in the Great Hall, Severus’ whipping his head around to check they weren’t going to be caught loitering. As he looked away she took a moment to take him in. His black hair hung limply around his face, unmoving, though his robes billowed behind him, the gust from under the front door was enough to move the black material. Daisy frowned, wondering why he hadn’t changed from his uniform until he turned back, creating enough of a gap to see that he was wearing pants and a simple black jumper. And though she didn’t know why she suddenly felt underdressed.

‘Hey,’ she repeated hoping he’d reply to her this time.

‘Hey,’ he replied.  ‘Have you seen them?’ she asked. He shook his head and then suddenly he grabbed her arm and moved her over to the broom cupboard near the steps to the dungeon before quickly opening the door and forcing her inside.  ‘Sev what are you doing?’ she asked wrenching her arm out of his grasp as she turned to face him.  ‘They’re going to be coming through here, I’m sure,’ he said obliviously. ‘Okay but is there any reason to manhandle me,’ she snapped dusting off her jacket. Severus mumbled an apology but then went to the door and cracked it open so they could see the entire entrance hall.  ‘So what now?’ she asked.  ‘We wait,’ he said simply. She was still miffed at being manhandled into the cupboard but as she thought about she realised he was right. If they were going to go anywhere it was most likely going to be via here and if someone saw them hiding they’d no doubt be rumbled. And so she accepted her fate and nodded, moving to find an upturned mop bucket so that she could sit down. As Severus stood by the cracked door, his eye pressed to it, Daisy sighed realising it was going to be a long night. 

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Daisy’s bum was numb. She had been sitting on the mop bucket for nearly two hours with Severus kneeling in front of her, faring no better. From his vantage point, he had seen the hordes of students come from all directions and filter into the great hall leaving the entrance hall empty again. 

‘Sev, we’re missing the feast and for nothing,’ Daisy whined. 

‘They’ll come okay,’ he said, his gaze still transfixed to the crack in the door. 

‘What makes you so sure that they’ll even come through here? I mean they could be doing anything, anywhere in the castle and we’re sat here like lemons. I’m starving-’ Daisy started though she cut off as Severus held a hand up in front of her, shushing her quickly. Looking through the gap Severus heard the clack of heels on the stone floor before he saw a flurry of green robes appear. McGonagall appeared from the great hall, closing the door behind her as Daisy got to her knees, peering over Severus’ shoulder as the head of house spoke.

‘Ah Mr Lupin, I thought I’d missed you for a moment,’ she said, a kind smile that Daisy had never seen before gracing her face. Daisy heard Remus speak before she saw him landing at the bottom of the steps in front of the woman she was watching.

‘Sorry Professor,’ he said, ‘I left the dormitory later than planned.’ 

‘Well, no bother,’ she said, putting a tender hand on his shoulder for a moment before she seemed to bethink herself and straighten up adding, ‘come on before it gets too late.’ 

‘Okay professor,’ Remus said following her as she started to walk towards the big double doors which they left through quietly.

‘What now?’ Daisy whispered as if they were going to hear her though they were long gone. 

‘Hang on,’ Severus said. Daisy sunk back onto her heels. What was the point? They had been looking for something suspicious, an activity they could use as leverage with a teacher but it seemed that whatever they were involved in already involved one anyway which kind of thwarted the idea. Not to mention whatever Remus was up to seemed to have McGonagall acting almost maternal which in itself was weird. After about five minutes, McGonagall returned through the double doors and quickly walked through the hall and back into the great hall as if she were never gone. There was a snapshot of sound as the doors opened and Daisy could hear the rabble and raucousness of the feast she was missing. It made her want to give up on this madness, to forget they’d even bothered trying to get one over on Potter and his gang. In fact, she was just about to tell Severus to hang it up when there was a sound of footsteps on the stairs and though she couldn’t see anyone as she peered over her friend’s head she could hear the sound of whispered arguing.

‘You’re on my foot Wormtail,’ came a low voice she faintly recognised. 

‘Sorry, ow,’ came the reply. 

‘Shut it you two before Filch comes running,’ came another voice. The voices were closer now but Daisy still couldn’t see them. Her mind drifted back to her date in her third year with James. The invisibility cloak. At the time she hadn’t known what it was but after a Lily style research period she had learned of the existence of such things, hence why they got away with so much stuff.

‘It’s them,’ she whispered. Severus nodded in front of her keeping his eye trained on the doors. 

‘Are we covered?’ one of the voices said, Sirius if she had to guess.

‘Yeah, doors are closed,’ came a squeaky reply, Peter, definitely.

‘Right come on then,’ the final voice which she could only assume to be James said. Suddenly, the three boys appeared from nowhere in front of the front doors of the castle. Sirius pushed his hair out of his eyes whilst James tucked the cloak up and stuffed it in his jacket pocket. Peter seemed to be nursing a knock to the eye which Daisy assumed was the cause of the ‘ow’. Whilst Sirius and Peter kept an eye out in either direction James opened one of the double doors slowly and as quietly as possible, holding it open and allowing his friends to duck through the small gap before following them and closing it with a small ‘thunk’. 

‘Come on,’ Severus said standing up and opening the door to the broom cupboard. 

‘Won’t they see us?’ Daisy asked, biting her lip as they exited. 

‘When do they pay attention to anyone but themselves?’ Severus said bitterly as he stretched out his aching muscles. Daisy could feel a twinge in her back from sitting for so long but she ignored it as she tried to keep pace with Severus. They were at the front door within seconds, Severus opening it as quietly as James had and allowing Daisy to duck out first.

The air was crisp and cool against Daisy’s face, a comfort after spending hours cramped up in a cupboard.  Given that the sun had set hours earlier the courtyard was barren of light, the only illumination coming from the castle windows as even the moon hadn’t appeared yet, bus she could see the figures of the boys as they disappeared down the trail that led off the bridge out of the grounds. However they didn’t follow in that direction automatically. Instead Daisy followed Severus as he walked to the edge of the courtyard no doubt scouting for a better view. They were a way down the path now, their chatter floating back up in their direction though she couldn’t make out their words clearly. Still they didn’t move and instead watched as they carried on towards the Whomping Willow. It was only when they passed Hagrid’s hut did Severus start walking, convinced they were far enough away that they wouldn’t see the pair behind them. 

‘Where are they going?’ Daisy whispered curiously though Severus didn’t say anything in response. His face was frosty and his jaw taut as he stormed ahead forcing her to go at a jogging pace to keep up. The small breeze ruffled his hair and robes but he didn’t seem to care, as he was focused on the task at hand. It made Daisy feel uneasy but she didn’t say anything and soon enough they were walking past Hagrid’s cabin and towards the long grass that ran along the side of the Whomping Willow. It was only when they got within a hundred yards of the tree did Daisy realise the boys had stopped, standing in front of it as if waiting for something.

‘Get down,’ Severus said, forcing her down behind the long grass as James took a precautionary glance around the grounds. He didn’t see her though she wasn’t sure how as they were close enough that she could hear him as he took out his wand and shouted, ‘immobulus.’  At his command the Whomping Willow’s vigorous limbs slowed but didn’t stop which made her suspect whatever charm they’d used wouldn’t hold for long. It wasn’t until Peter jogged forward and pushed a large knot on the front of the tree did the branches fall completely still, allowing the boys to get closer. Daisy poked her head up, hoping if they looked around her blonde locks would blend in with the dry grass she was knelt in, and watched as the three of them rushed forward, towards a gap in the roots of the tree, climbing into it and out of sight. Daisy’s eyes bugged in their sockets as they vanished. It wasn’t a big hole, and yet all three boys fit perfectly inside and didn’t return even after a couple of minutes. Questions bounced around in her brain. What were they doing? Where did they go? Yet she didn’t have time to ponder on her questions as she was yanked up from the long grass by Severus who then led her towards the Whomping Willow’s gaping hole.

‘We don’t have much time,’ he mumbled as he uttered another staying charm over the plant. 

‘What do you mean?’ she said, allowing herself to be dragged forward by his non-wand hand.

‘We’ve got to follow them,’ he said as if it were self-explanatory. She was by no means a coward, but the idea of climbing into the unknown through a violent tree’s roots filled her with some trepidation. 

‘We don’t know what’s in there,’ Daisy reasoned. 

‘I’ve got a hunch,’ Severus said truthfully, ‘but we can’t prove anything if we don’t see it, yeah?’ 

‘Sev,’ she hesitated earning an expectant look from her friend. Daisy looked at the hole and then at her friend’s serious face. She knew he had a point and they’d come this far. Not to mention all this secrecy meant whatever it was had to be big right? Expulsion worthy and that was what they both wanted. So, ignoring the knot in her stomach she nodded and followed Severus as he climbed inside the large hole and disappeared out of sight. It was dark and dirty inside the hole and Daisy winced as she felt along the wall to pull herself up from where she had fallen on her knees. The drop wasn’t a big one but she hadn’t been sure of how far down she was going and had over-prepared which toppled her over. 

‘It’s a tunnel,’ Severus whispered seemingly not noticing she had fallen. Or not caring. 

‘To where?’ she said. 

‘I have an idea,’ he said though he didn’t elaborate further. Instead, he just lit up the tip of his wand and started walking ahead. He was right, it was a tunnel and from the state of it, Daisy guessed it was deep underground. She followed Severus through the long winding tunnel wondering just where it led to and trying to ignore the sickly feeling in her stomach. She couldn’t hear the boys anywhere and she could barely see anything past Severus’ wand tip. 

After walking what felt like forever Daisy could finally see a fuzzy patch of light in the distance and as they got closer it got bigger until finally, they were at the entrance to a room. Severus stepped into it followed by Daisy who had only just realised she had been clinging to the back of his robes. The room wasn’t big and was comprised mostly of an old rickety staircase and a couple of doors on the ground floor but they had been boarded up so no one could enter in or out and the tunnel seemed to be the only entrance. 

‘Sev,’ Daisy said trying to hide the nerves in her voice, ‘where are we?’ 

‘I think we’re in the shrieking shack,’ Severus said calmly though whatever attention had had been paying her disappeared as his head snapped upwards, to where a noise had come from above them. There was movement somewhere upstairs and Severus wasted no time in investigating. As he crept quietly up the stairs Daisy followed behind reluctantly. He seemed to be eager to get to whatever was going on up there but she was still trying to take in the fact they were in the shrieking shack, her eyes roving over every inch of the building. The walls were decorated with wallpaper that had long since faded and was even missing in some places. The only light a barren bulb above them which seemed to be trying it’s hardest to offer a dim flicker. And the staircase was in disrepair, the wood now grey from grime and it had several scratches all over the steps and spindles. Just looking at it Daisy wondered how it was even supporting the weight of the two of them yet the staircase seemed to notice her mocking as it let out an almighty creak as her foot hit the next step. Daisy winced, mouthing an apology as Severus whipped around and glared at her, pausing for a moment to make sure it hadn’t been loud enough to capture any attention before he continued upwards, Daisy following behind him until they reached the landing.

Like downstairs, there were only two rooms. The double doors in front of them were shut but the other door was ajar so that she could see inside enough to know it was a bathroom. There was a grime-stained sink just beyond the door and the tiled floor looked just as manky. She dreaded to think what the toilet looked like. Yet her attention was caught from thinking of grubby lavatories as she heard voices just beyond the door. Severus was just in front of her, his ear pressed gently against it so he could hear though Daisy had no trouble from a foot away. 

‘Are you sure it will work?’ came a soft, unsure voice. Remus. 

‘Mate, we’ve been practising for ages,’ a louder voice Daisy recognised as James’.

‘And we’re pretty good,’ a lower voice said. Sirius. 

‘But what if you get-’ Remus started.

‘We understand the risks,’ James said cutting him off. 

‘Yes, we understand the risks. Yes, we hope it will help. Yes we know it’s not a dead cert,’ Sirius said. 

‘But we give anything a go,’ a different voice, she assumed was Peter, chirped. 

‘Right,’ Remus said, ‘but you promise at the first sign of trouble you’re out of here?’ 

‘We promise mother,’ James teased.

‘What are they doing?’ Daisy whispered. 

‘I don’t know,’ Severus snapped. 

‘I was only asking,’ she replied defensively leaning in to hear better. 

‘How long does it take?’ James said nervously. 

‘Usually a few hours,’ Remus said, ‘depends on the month.’ 

‘So what if we can’t hold it?’ Sirius said. 

‘You get out,’ Remus said. 

‘Wormtail, you transform first. You can hold out the longest,’ James instructed. Peter replied with something she couldn’t make out. 

‘I’ll go next,’ Sirius said. 

‘Then me…just in case there are teething problems,’ James said. 

‘Teething problems are the least of our worries,’ Remus said. He was further away now, so much so Daisy could barely hear him. James too seemed distant when he spoke next. 

‘Come on mate, it’ll work. We’ve been working on this for months,’ James said.

‘Yeah I can hold my other form for nearly a day now,’ Peter added. 

‘And as we go we’ll all be able to make it a bit longer,’ James said. 

‘And then we’ll be the best damn anamagi you could want with you,’ Sirius chipped in. 

‘Ready Wormtail?’ James said. There was a scuffling noise and then a small cheer from the boys but Daisy wasn’t paying attention.

Anamagi. 

Daisy tried to place the word. She recognised it from one of her lessons but she couldn’t pull it from where. Severus seemed to have no trouble realising what they were talking about as his face broke into a devious grin. 

‘We’ve got em now,’ he said and before Daisy could protest he burst in through the double doors. 

Daisy heard the commotion before she saw it and by the time she had followed Severus into what she discovered was a bedroom she was confronted by four boys all holding up their wands. 

‘Evans?!’ James said, disbelief on his face as she appeared from behind the door. Daisy paused, lingering behind Severus as she took the scene in. James was standing by the bed, his wand up towards Severus, whilst Sirius and Peter stood behind him holding the same stance. Remus however was sitting on the dusty old bed, looking grief stricken at their appearance in the room.   ‘What are you doing here?’ Sirius spat.  ‘I knew you were up to something. And I knew it was bad but this is beyond anything I could have thought,’ Severus said.  ‘I don’t doubt that you have trouble comprehending things Snivellus but you need to leave now,’ Sirius replied. It was a dig of course but from the way his grey eyes were now almost black with fury Daisy didn’t doubt the seriousness behind his words. The look alone made her shrink back behind her friend, tugging at his sleeve as she said, ‘Sev we should go.’  ‘No!’ the black-haired boy shouted and though he was speaking to her he kept his gaze forward determined not to be ambushed by any of them as she continued, ‘I came to prove they were up to no good and I’m not leaving till I’ve got proof!’ ‘James,’ Remus said unevenly, cutting whatever ranting Severus was doing off. In fact he didn’t even seem to be paying attention to Severus, no, he looked more concerned with the fact he was now pumping sweat, something Daisy could see even though she was across the room. She watched him push his now damp sandy blonde hair from his face with a tremoring hand, looking as though his sole focus was on not throwing up. Unfortunately for the boy though James didn’t pay him any attention as his focus was now on them as he started to move into the middle of the room. Sirius and Peter followed his lead placing themselves strategically as if they were circling the pair, blocking them from escaping.

‘What proof do you want Snivellus?’ Sirius spat, as he moved to the side of them, equal amount of distance from the door should they try and run. ‘Enough to take to Dumbledore. Or even better the minister for magic,’ Severus said with venom. At that Daisy’s eyes went wide. ‘The ministry?’ Daisy baulked, ‘Sev what-’ ‘Don’t you see? They’re animagi! They-’ ‘They transform into animals,’ Daisy said cutting him off as she finally recalled where she had learned the term before, a memory of Professor McGonagall turning herself into a cat in front of the class coming to mind. ‘So what?’ Peter said, snapping their attention to their other side, ‘it doesn’t affect you in any way.’  ‘No, but it is illegal. And I want to know why,’ Severus said. 

‘It’s got nothing to do with you,’ James said, moving closer as did Sirius the pair of them forcing Severus towards the window at wand point. Daisy didn’t follow, opting to shrink back towards the wall, though she was stopped from fleeing as Peter took a stand by the door, his beady eyes watching her closely.

‘I disagree,’ Severus said unable to let any bravado go even if he was like a rat in a trap. ‘Sev, they’re breaking the rules, that’s good enough,’ Daisy said, ‘let’s just leave.’ ‘No, they’re doing it for a reason,’ he snapped.  ‘Our motives have nothing to do with you, Snape,’ James said and for once Daisy agreed. They were breaking the rules, not only school rules but the law, that was good enough for her. They didn’t need anything else in fact all the needed to do now was get out of there. Though as she felt her back hit the wall she realised they weren’t going to be able to go anywhere, not without James, Sirius and Peter letting them. They were trapped.

‘Tell me why,’ Severus pressed.  ‘You’re so clever, figure it out yourself,’ Sirius snapped.  ‘I already know. I just want you to say it,’ Severus said darkly. ‘Why?’ James questioned. ‘So he can use his memories in a pensive,’ Remus said thickly. He was ashen now even paler than normal and his skin was gleaming with sweat. He was shaking now and for a moment she wondered if he was ill, the sweat on his brow from a fever, but as she noted the way his knuckles were clenching at the bed frame so tightly it looked as though it was going to splinter beneath his grip she doubted that was the case. Whatever it was couldn’t have been good though as it immediately made Sirius drop his tirade against Severus and head to him, dropping to kneel beside his friend who attempted to push him away albeit weakly.

‘Moony,’ Sirius protested but Remus shook his head.

‘You hate us that much?’ James spat, and though her gaze stayed transfixed on Sirius and Remus she couldn’t help but listen. ‘You hate me too. Fairs fair,’ Severus retorted.  ‘Not enough to do this. Run you out of school, damage your reputation in the wizarding world. Do you know what will happen if the school finds out about this? We’re helping him. It doesn’t hurt anyone…we wouldn’t ruin your life like this,’ James said.  ‘You already have,’ Severus said, ‘you ruin it every day with your words, your actions-’ ‘Pads,’ Remus’ weak voice said. Sirius nodded, Daisy’s eyes didn’t not leaving him as he straightened up  until she heard Severus say, ‘and I’m going to do the same to you. You and your little werewolf.’

With that James launched himself at Severus, breaking the glass behind him and knocking him to the floor as the two rolled around in a fistfight with Daisy watching the pair of them hopelessly trying to take in the boy’s words.

Werewolf. 

Remus was a werewolf. 

But this new information was something Daisy didn’t have time to dwell on because was a thunderous clatter from the bed. She turned to follow the noise but she didn’t see anything but the floor as she was knocked to the ground. The next thing she saw was Sirius’ grey eyes watching her with alarm. 

‘Get under the bed,’ he barked and Daisy didn’t argue. He disappeared as she crawled underneath the heavy wooden bed frame, watching what bits of the boys she could see move around the room. James and Severus were still fighting now, only the bottom of their legs visible from her hiding place. Yet as she took her focus off them she noted another pair of legs, furry and tremoring. Wolf’s legs.

Daisy’s heart turned to ice. For a moment she could hear Sirius trying to direct the situation but he was drowned out by a howl and then the room went into pandemonium. The wolf’s howl seemed to be a wake-up call and whatever debacle they’d been having seemed to be forgotten as they rushed into action. She couldn’t see their faces from under the bed but she heard James’ voice clear as day as he shouted,

‘Wormtail get him out.’  ‘Prongs you need to change,’ Sirius said, ‘I’ll get the girl.’ 

Daisy didn’t move but her heart started to beat a little slower as the wolf’s paw padded away from her, stalking its prey, the newly formed stag on the other side of the room. James had transformed and he was baiting his friend. As James lured the wolf down to the other end of the room, towards another door that led to the adjoining bathroom, Sirius appeared and yanked Daisy out from under the bed. Peter and Severus were now absent from the room, having been close to the door now she assumed they escaped, as Sirius was trying to get her to do. 

‘Come on,’ he grunted, pulling her by her jacket sleeve towards the door. Given that she could barely see due to the dust that had settled in her eyes from under the bed she allowed him to drag her, trying to keep her focus on the flop of black hair in front of her. Fortunately he got her to the door within seconds pushing her roughly through it as he barked at her to run but just as he did he was bowled over, the wolf pouncing at them and taking him to the floor in front of her eyes. She fell too, the haphazardness of the attack taking her down onto the landing floor, just beyond the door. It stunned her, knocking the wind from her lungs which meant that when she attempted to move she found it agonising to do so. As she lay there she could hear the clatter of hooves on a tile floor but they seemed to be moving away from her towards the other side of the bathroom. Daisy couldn’t pay attention to the noise. She didn’t have time. 

Though she had barely caught her breath she pushed herself up off the floor, heading towards the stairs as quickly as she could, but her foot had no sooner touched the ground before it was off again. That wasn’t what she was focused on though. No, her focus was the white-hot pain that tore through her body as long claws sunk into her abdomen shredding her to ribbons as she tried to pull away. She pushed, kicking her feet and screaming as its head moved towards her, the wolf’s eyes glinting with excitement as he bared his teeth towards her ready to bite. 

And then it was gone.

The chaos and fear of it all was gone, replaced by the only thing she could comprehend. Pain. Agony tore through every bone, every muscle, every cell of her body and she couldn’t make it stop. 

Above her, the carnage continued. In an effort to stop Remus from biting her Sirius had transformed and attacked, bowling the wolf over and back into the bathroom as he loosened his grip on the girl. The wolf had been stunned, getting himself to his feet dazed and confused but before he could resume his attack both of the bathroom doors had slammed shut with James and Sirius holding them closed on the other side until they managed to get the locks hexed so that he couldn’t break free.

‘Pads,’ James said as he came around the doorway to the bedroom. He was bloodied, bruised and sure his nose was broken but alive. He flung his arms around Sirius, happy to see him alive as well even though he too looked bedraggled. Though as they broke apart realisation seemed to dawn on Sirius and he looked to the landing which was empty. His eyes trailed up to the banister railing which was now broken and splintered into a thousand pieces. He walked to the edge, his stomach in knots, and looked over to see the destruction below. It was carnage, bits of wood and debris littering the now broken staircase below, and in amongst it all Daisy.

‘Pads, what is it?’ James asked but the boy wasn’t listening. Instead, he was hurtling down the stairs hurriedly followed by James who took the stairs two at a time in an effort to catch up though as he reached the middle landing he wished he hadn’t. Daisy was laying a couple steps down, her body littered with wounds that gushed bright dark blood. James watched as Sirius knelt beside her, taking her arm to feel for a pulse which to his relief he found.  

‘What happened?!’ James said kneeling on the other side of the girl, trying to keep his eyes trained on Sirius’ ashen face instead of the deep slashes that littered her abdomen and made him feel sick ‘I tried to get him off her,’ Sirius said guiltily feeling his gut churn. If only he’d knocked Remus the other way. Hell even if the two of them had gone over the banister he doubted either of them would’ve come off this badly. ‘It’s not your fault,’ James said seeing where the boy’s train of thought was going. ‘He threw her because of me,’ Sirius snapped.  ‘She came here because of Snape. Not you,’ James said reaching out to put a reassuring hand on his friend’s shoulder. Sirius didn’t say anything but he did offer a curt nod as if he accepted what his friend was saying. 

‘What do we do? Should we get Dumbledore?’ James whispered. She was bleeding heavily and at least two of her limbs seemed to be protruding the opposite way from what they should but James didn’t know how to move her. The thud above them answered that question. The wolf was done pacing and was now trying to break free.  ‘We don’t have time,’ Sirius said, ‘you get her legs. I’ll get her head.’ ‘Okay,’ James nodded, moving down the stairs and grabbing both of her legs with his hands, trying to ignore the squelch her ankle made when he moved it.  ‘On the count of three,’ Sirius said, shifting his arms underneath her core trying to hold her as securely but as gently as he could.  ‘Ready,’ James nodded.  ‘One, two, three,’ Sirius said as the boys thrust her up and out of the debris. Upon movement Daisy’s face scrunched up in pain but she didn’t say anything and Sirius tried to ignore it as the guilt threatened to swirl up inside him once more. 

Once they were on solid ground it was easier to move her and they managed to readjust her in a position that spread her weight out equally between them which meant her wounds slowed their incessant oozing. In the cajoling James managed to get his wand out and illuminate the tunnel so they could see where they were going. Sirius didn’t know if the path back to the castle had always been this long or it was made worse by the fact neither of them spoke but time seemed to pass slowly as they walked, careful not to do any more damage, but hurried to get to safety. They didn’t pass either Snape or Peter on the way back to the castle but as the lights got nearer they could hear the calamity of people ahead until finally they were immersed in chaos yet again. As they got to the courtyard several teachers spilled out of the castle, McGonagall and Dumbledore included, and Daisy seemed to rouse at their voices.

Sirius watched as her face creased in pain as she was fussed over. She didn’t waken though, not properly. She tried to, she tried to come back to consciousness long enough to scream in the hopes it would make them stop manhandling her but she couldn’t get her mouth to form any sort of sound. The last thing she remembered was opening her eyes and seeing two grey ones staring back at her. And then she blacked out. 

SIRIUS BLACK/SERIES TAGS

@maeisafangirl @mysteriouslydelicateface @caitlin1996 @imthebadguyyy

#my writing #sirius black #sirius black fic #sirius black x ofc #marauders #marauders fic #Marauders era #hp fic #the other evans girl

[steverodgerslater]

I got to hate fuck my former SIL

So I (34M) was married for 5 miserable years to this woman who cheated on me while I was providing a good lifestyle. We split 3 years ago and she already re-married some sugar daddy good for her I haven't talked to her since. Her younger sister (28F) was a bridesmaid at our wedding, a hot perfect piece of ass like her older sister but the younger model :) We never really got along she always took her sisters side on everything.

NYE a few days ago we end up at the same party, I was alone, she was a girlfriend's +1. It took a second to realize who we each were and it was icy but once there was some drinks we talked a little, catching up, I heard about their family drama, how much she and her sister are fighting about x, y, and z. It just kept clicking and she asks if we can get out of there giving me those fuck me eyes.

We walk to my apartment getting really handsy, finally once we're inside we're on the bed immediately. She lets me explore every inch of her perfect body, she goes down on me, we fuck, we fuck again, I'm taking my sexual frustration out on her, shes doing the same with me, it's rough and she tells me to cum on her face and I happily oblige. We shower and clean up, watch the ball drop I think she's leaving, she drags me back to the bedroom again. Hard and rough but now we're kissing it's more sensual than before. She asks if I ever fucked her sister in the ass, I said no and she let's me finish inside her ass. Finally she ubers at 2:30 am.

Not even a text message until this morning she asks if I'm free. No dinner, no date, no committment no nothing, just going at it again.

I just had to tell someone

UPDATE:

I was instructed to get some beer and have pizza ready, she was coming over to watch the Miami / Buffalo game last night. Right before kickoff she shows up at my door....and brought a female friend. SIL is wearing tight stirrup pants, a baggy sweatshirt, Friend has knee-length tights and one of those NFL jersey t-shirts. However the only thing I noticed was it was cut down the middle to the numbers and holding back a massive set of clearly augmented tits. We're talking helium balloon E cups or bigger. Anti-gravity. Friend is either very light skinned black or mixed race, very beautiful face, dark shoulder-length hair. Stunning.

At this point I'm thinking this is not actually happening. But they come in, SIL gives me a fast side-hug. The two of them end up sitting on my couch I'm in the recliner giving them some room. They wanted a place to watch the game in peace where they could talk. It turns out that they knew each other from college, and in college they knew one of the players who was playing in the game. Friend used to be his girlfriend, SIL sucked his dick a few times, and they both hated his guts and hoped to see him break his leg or something along those lines.

Unfortunately for me they DID want to watch the game and we just had football bullshit through the first half, my eyes kept darting from the TV to Friend's chest. At the half, Friend had to leave for work this morning and gave me a big chest to chest hug, pressing those glorious tits against me. That alone was well worth it for the price of beer and some pizza.

After she left we sat together on the couch and I stupidly made a horny comment about hoping her friend was going to stay a while with us and SIL gave me a dirty look. That was a dumb fuck up on my part but we kept watching, small talk, I got her another beer. Her sweatshirt comes off, tight sports bra and though SIL has a fantastic chest after seeing Friend they actually seemed small.

Right after the Bills tied it she slides over onto my lap we start kissing. It is a completely different vibe from last time, there was passion and real chemistry going on. I take off her bra, start kissing her tits, and I'm really pressing how much sexier she is than her sister and how she's so much better of a fuck than her sister ever was. SIL is loving hearing that.

I get her on her back on the couch and her pants off and start eating her out, which I didn't do the previous time. She is going crazy over it, grabbing my head, pushing me down more onto her and has a full throated LOUD orgasm. She pushes me onto my back and gets on top of me and starts using her pussy like a jackhammer on my dick. I keep encouraging it along telling her how much better she is than her sister, and I can tell shes getting much more enthusiastic hearing that. The way she's fucking I don't have anywhere near the stamina as last time and end up nutting with her on top of me, balls deep in her. She leans forward onto my chest and we kiss for a good five to ten minutes.

We cuddle naked and watch the last bit of the game. She's walking around the apartment nude putting pizza in the fridge, wiping herself off a bit, I'm thinking how amazing this is. She gets dressed and tells me this is a lot of fun. I completely agree. She asks if I ever thought about fucking her when I was married to her sister, I tell her I thought about it all the time. She tells me that's the right answer.

She plans to come over next weekend to watch a game or two.

PS - to the folks msg me, no I'm not sharing any pics because it isn't my place to do so.

I got to hate fuck my former SIL : SluttyConfessions (reddit.com)

#confessions

[unpassive-viewer]

Olives are Green... The Use of Colour in Little Miss Sunshine (mild spoilers)

Happy New Year everybody! Or NYE, I suppose. I’m celebrating by making pot roast, drinking red wine and watching Little Miss Sunshine again. I admittedly only read Nietzsche because of this film, and its got a very special place in my heart. 

This movie is kind of like a sadder version of RV with Robin Williams - family who hates each other goes on a road trip because it’s their only option to get somewhere, and in the process learns to love one another again. The story really revolves around how adults internalize fear of failure and toxic shame; the parents are deeply angry people because of their own shortcomings, Grandpa spends most of the movie reminiscing on what he didn’t do in his youth, and uncle Frank (Steve Carrell) is probably the most obvious manifestation of all of this - when we meet the characters, he’s getting out of the hospital for a suicide attempt after watching someone he loved fall in love with someone else, and seeing his career go down the drain. 

I am not here to give you a plot rundown, though. If you’ve read anything else I’ve posted, I am often specifically focused on set design and the colours utilized by directors to drive home themes. So why is Little Miss Sunshine’s use of colour so important to this film? 

Well first, the colour palette overwhelmingly utilizes yellow. Makes sense, considering the title. The VW van they drive is yellow, their house interior is yellow toned - everything kind of takes on this yellow hue. If you have even a basic understanding of how colour is used in media, you’ll know that this doesn’t make a whole lot of sene. Yellow is the colour of joy, and these people... they are not joyous. So why is it used? 

I have an answer. Olive, the star of the show, wears almost entirely red. Among a group of people who wear light coloured clothing that draws little attention, she is bright and loud and in line with the rest of the colour palette of the film. I believe the effort to use the palettes that the director does is to make the rest of the family conform to her colour scheme, instead of the other way around. In a sea of adults who are wrapped up in their own failures, she has no concept of not doing things just because she wants to (unless of course they’re trying to instill their shame in her). To the point that I put in my title - olives are green! Green and red are directly across from one another on the colour wheel. Olive is nothing that people tell her to be. Instead she is authentically herself, regardless of how much that forces her to go against the grain. 

Dwayne, her brother, exists somewhere in between she and the adults, both in terms of colour palette and character arc. Specifically, his outfits tend to mirror that of either Frank or of Olive. Frank, because of their similar outlooks and character arcs - Dwayne has taken a vow of silence clearly not because of his desire not to talk, but because he exists in a loud, conflictual world. Frank took similar, although more dramatic, measures. Olive, on the other hand, is the person who Dwayne has the strongest relationship with. When Dwayne needs everyone to shut up, Olive is the only person who knows to be silent. When Olive is questioning whether or not to embrace toxic shame, Dwayne is the first to cast it aside for himself. I also don’t think its just a fun added detail that he’s colourblind - I think it speaks to how they’re the only people in the film to really see one another for who they are. 

Her parents and uncle all come around to this eventually, and turn their own worlds yellow. They start to mirror her outfits, and all start wearing more pink and red. They relinquish themselves to the fear of judgement, the sting of shame, and after spending the entire film telling Olive what she should be doing, finally take a lesson from her. 

Overall I think this film is a really sweet take on how adulthood warps your brain to worry about things that maybe don’t matter. It’s a bit of a bittersweet film, but it tells us that that’s life - you make the best of it. I could talk about this film forever, but that’s the basic distillation of my thoughts.  

Also, side note, this is not the only film Steve Carrell and Alan Arkin (the Grandpa) have been in together. If you have a free evening and need a comedy to watch, I highly recommend Get Smart (2008). 

#little miss sunshine #movie review #colour in film #toni collette #abigail breslin #steve carell #so many commas #i will never change

[somuchyoudontknow]

Another thing I want to add is as much as people think they might have spent a lot of time together, I don't think so they have. I don't pick that up intuitively. They both are very different persons and have different sets of gaols and perspective on life. //

I don’t think this either. I think they come together when they have to but nothing more than a week maybe 2. I don’t think she was staying with him in ATL. He was working long days and Josh was also with him. The video montage makes it look like they were together a lot but just a quick search of their activities last year up until Sept they were both busy doing other things. Even Christmas she was back in PT and only came over for NYE about 5 days and where back to PT. I would say she has been around for short periods this year enough for more pics if needed. I definitely don’t think they hate each other. Friends is the only thing I get from them and not best friends.

I think they might not even be at a friendship stage 🤷‍♀️ They way they acted in the papwalk and we have talked about the Ghosted premiere a lot, it seems they act like strangers who don't know each other well. Staging photos is different but the real thing gets to be observed in public and it was disastrous.

#chris-evans #alba-baptista #chris evans pr

[fineprintedsunsets]

♥ Car Rides And Bite Marks ♥

Synopsis: Acacia has been spending more time in the lab as of lately, but when her companion Sherlock Holmes convinces her to come home, What other tricks does the mystery man have up his sleeve?

Word Count: 2k

!Trigger Warnings!

-mentions of cancer

-mentions of death

-sexual content

-female!oc Acacia Black

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ :

         Drive- Halsey

1:35 ───ㅇ───── 3:47

Acacia had been at the lab for 10 hours. Nye Labs had just come across one of the biggest experimental results in history. A possible cure for cancer. It had meant a great deal to her, to know that there just may be a way to help the people who suffered with something so uncontrollable. 

It was quite a personal matter. She had lost her mother to cancer, Breast, to be specific. It’s horrible, that type of pain. But knowing that she could be a difference if the tests proved correct. It was a revelation in her life. Even better, in history. That being said, that type of research took a number on her. It was a lot, and by the end of just the first test, her eyes were half closed, her hands shaking with uneasiness. 

A faint ding filed its way through the air, Acacia set down her test tube, thankful for the reasonable distraction. The lab was mostly dark, the light from her screen illuminating half of the room. Acacia’s eyes widened at the time, 10:00 pm. 

She swiped up on her phone, put in her 4-digit passcode, and opened the messages app. 

| Sherlock: Are you working late?- 9:58|

She sighed, she wanted nothing more than to go home to Sherlock's arms, but she couldn’t. Acacia had to keep working on this cure. 

|Acacia: Yes. - 10:00|

A reply not even a few seconds later, Acacia smiled down at her screen. 

|Sherlock: I do hope your hungry. - 10:00|

|Acacia: Always. - 10:02|

“Lovley.” She jumped at the intruding voice, looking around the dark lab. The words, the tone, the accent, was incredibly reconizable. 

“Sherlock, you can’t break into the lab this late at night.” Acacia places a stern hand on the labs counter, and one on her head, closing her eyes at the impact. 

“Who said I broke in?” Sherlock looks at her like he always does. Analyzing. His eyes roam over her body, leaving Acacia feeling bare. It was like an invasion of privacy, a ripping off of clothes. A close analysis of her life story. It was one thing about him, she could never possibly become accustomed to. 

Her eyes drift to the bag of fast food held in a gloved hand. Sherlock smiles, before offering the bag to her. Acacia takes it with a greedy hand, she’s starving, she’s tired, so incredibly exhausted. Sherlock only laughs as she digs through the bag, scoping a couple of fries into her mouth. 

Acacia relished in the flavors that wash over her tongue. On anormal occasion, some greasy potatoes would not have such a fantastic taste. But right now? They were the best damn thing she ever tasted. 

“Are you coming home?” She pauses at her voice, clearing her throat. Acacia wants to go home, she just can’t. 

“No. Sherlock.” He lifts a raised brow at her answer, all while crossing the black counter to reach her. His height is incredibly intimidating, the way he looks down at her. Sherlock never makes her feel little, if anything, it makes her thighs clamp together at the way his voice lowers, his eyes tearing over every curve. 

And of course, noticing the way Acacia’s thighs clench. It almost makes him smile right then and there, but he keeps his calm. He has to. 

“Your tired, You want to keep working, it gives you a certain type of high that I am all but accustomed to.”

Sherlock grabs her chin gently, pushing it up to make sure her light blue eyes meet his. 

“I understand you want to help, but you can't do it properly if you are tired.” He lets her chin fall, leaving her for a few moments to maul over his words. Acacia knew he was right, Sherlock Holmes always is. But it was more of a reality check for her, she could commit a mistake. Mix the wrong chemicals, and accidentally process the wrong paperwork. One slip-up, caused by exhaustion would be the end of this for her. 

“Ok. I’ll go home.” Sherlock's smile makes Acacia’s own lips turn upwards. 

“Come on.” He grabs the fast-food bag in a hurry, fixing his coat collar. Acacia grabs her things that previously laid scattered around the counter in a hurry and clasps their hands together. 

Her car is forgotten in Nye Labs parking lot as they slide into Sherlock’s black Aston Martin. His large hand rest on Acacia’s thigh as he starts up the car, placing his opposite hand on the steering wheel. No matter how tired she is, Acacia can’t stop herself from closing her legs, practically rubbing them together. Sherlock notices, he noticed it the first time it occurred, he notices it now. But he can’t help but toy with her, he likes seeing her so needy. 

Acacia clears her throat, mentally and physically preparing herself for the ride home. It would be a short one, but Sherlock would sure find a way to make it feel like forever. 

                                                                                          ・❥・

What was supposed to be 10 minutes lasted three hours to Acacia. The constant touches, the “accidental” finger slipping from her thigh to between her legs, the looks. It was a personalized type of torture, tailored to make her squirm. It did what it was designed to do. Once they got from the car, walking up the stairs to the apartment they rented together. The fast-food bag now lay abandoned in the back of the Aston Martin, and so did the thoughts of hunger. 

A different type of hunger was now prowling both of their minds. An insatiable desire to be close, to be together, to be connected. 

“Bed?”

“Bed.” Acacia confirmed. It’s where they went, practically stumbling over eachother to get to the soft comforts of the bedroom. Except what was about the occur would be anything but soft.

Acacia ended up on her back, laying in nothing but lace black panties with her matching bralette. It had been pure chance she had wore something so scandalous to work. Or had it been? 

Sherlock pulled off his shirt, displaying the abdominal muscles she couldn’t ignore. Acacia reached out to touch the tone skin, but Sherlock tsks, grabbing a hold of her wrist, pinning them above her head against the mattress. Acacia could feel his fingers biting into her skin, as he looks down at her, tracing the lace of her bralette, following the curve of her breast. 

It made her shudder at the way he payed such close attention to those types of areas. The areas other men usually forgot about. His accent broke her out of her thoughts, watching as his eyes roamed her body.

“Give me your permission.” Sherlock's voice has been reduced to pure lust, practically rasping from the need now coating his tongue. 

“Always, Sherlock. Always.” It was all he needed. His mouth swept over he body, devouring every curve, every accent, every spot. Sherlocks fingers left no dip untouched either, both his mouth and fingers roaming Acacia’s body, it was almost too much. He resurfaced from his exploring, wearing nothing but slacks, Acacia’s wrist still pinned above her wrist, no signs of him letting go. 

“Let me serve you.” 

The words make Acacia’s legs clamp together in desperate attempt to create friction. 

“Giving up power, Mr. Holmes?” His eyes dilate just a bit at the words, his breathing becoming uneven. 

“Never.” His fingers dip into the waistline of her panties, exploring the skin before dipping lower. Acacia let out a pent up sigh as a single finger met her folds. Sherlock loved watching her underneath him, watching as she took what he gave her, releasing in every bit of pleasure he sent coursing throughout her veins. 

Acacia’s back arched off the bed as he place a single, long finger inside of her. 

“Your wet.”

“Is that an observation?” She asked, almost winded. Sounding more breathless then he would have imagined. 

Sherlock smiled down at her, pushing the finger farther into her walls. She let out a gasp, one he let coat his ears. Sherlock Holmes would never forget that sound. 

“A fact.” He replied as another finger entered her. His digits pumped in and out, bringing Acacia closer to the edge then ever before. Sherlock lets go over her wrist to removed her panties, placing the other hand just at her clit, pincing the nub. Acacias’s fingers wrap around the blanket, her eyes closing as Sherlock brings to her to the brink. 

“Look at me. Look at me!” Acacia’s eyes open, eyeing the tightness in his slacks. His fingers pumping in and out of her, his eyes interlocking with hers. 

“Come for me, Acacia. Make a bloody mess on my fingers.” It’s exactly what she did, she came over his fingers, coating the digits in her release. She winces as his fingers slide out of her, but it’s only for a moment. Acacia’s mouth goes wide as Sherlock brings his fingers to his mouth, licking over her release. 

“God. You taste incredible.” Acacia feels suddenly empty, her walls clenching on air. Of course, Sherlock notices her cunt clenching around nothing. It only makes him smile boyishly. Their positions are switched in an instant. Acacia stradling him, his slacks and boxers lost somewhere on the floor. She lays against his bare chest, the sides of her legs contacting his ribcage. 

She rocks back on his cock, making Sherlock hiss. The reaction only makes Acacia do it again. 

“Ride me.” he hisses, his eyes never leaving her own. 

“Your wish is my command, Mr.Holmes.” She grabs his shaft, positing the tip at her entrance. She lays against him, pushing her hair to the side, Acacia’s head positioned on his shoulder. 

She bucks as his cock enters her, the massive length making her feel the fullness she was missing. Sherlock lets Acacia adjust to the intrusion before he grabs her hips, positioning her up and down his shaft, coating his cock in her arousal. Acacia’s teeth meet his shoulder, biting into the flesh. He hisses at the pain mixed with the pleasure of his cock thrusting into her.

“Fuck, I’m sorry- Are you okay?” She pulls away from his shoulder to look at him, but his face is full of lust, and desire. 

“Don’t be. It feels enjoyable.” He says it with hesitation as if he can’t believe he’s into it. It only makes Acacia smile as she returns to the spot at his shoulder, his cock pumping into her. The pleasure too much, Acacia meets Sherlock's own noises with needy moans. One of his hands is placed on her back, guiding her hips as she continues to ride him. His opposite hand goes to the back of her neck, rubbing in soothing circles before it rests in her blonde hair, messing with the curls. 

It only adds to the pleasure, and before she can say anything, she flies over the edge. Sherlock's cock still pumping into her. Acacia winces at the sudden feeling of overstimulation, while Sherlock relishes in the feeling of her shaking legs, her wet cunt wrapped around his cock. 

“God, I’m coming.” He lets out a string of moans, a few more shaky thrusts before he pulls out, coating the mattress with his release. He releases Acacia, but only to bring her back to his body, snuggling up against each other. 

“Your beautiful.” He plants a kiss on her forehead, as she smiles up at him. All while tracing the bitemark on his shoulder. 

“You're into pain, Sherlock?” It’s a genuine question.

“Only you and I need to know that information.”

“Interesting.” Acacia murmurs. They both laugh as they settle into eachother. A shower can wait, right now it was just them. 

It always would be. 

Just them.

#sherlockholmesmut #mrholmes #2010sherlockholmes #bcdiditbetter #smut

[tobe-sogolden]

This is timely based on the airport pics you just blogged but I need to rant. Ok so the airport pics dropped - UAs and everyone first crop Olivia out and everyone is like omg, he’s flying home!! 🥹 Then - ooh what do you know, he’s actually flying with his girlfriend since they are going back to the same place. Now it’s all “ugh why is she following him everywhere? Where are her kids?? She’s so pathetic”

She’s not following him besties - she’s traveling WITH him, after coming in for the weekend to support him on album release day and ONO. Now they are going back home where they both live so he can do the next part of his promo. And her kids are with their FATHER who has 50/50 custody, she’s not raising them alone. As a single mom, there is nothing I HATE more than the assumption that every time I’m not with my kid, I’m a shit mom. I swear none of them understand how the world works or how shared custody works. I literally cannot be with my kid when she’s with her dad (obviously barring emergency situations and sometimes we make exceptions for special occasions, etc). We will FT and talk on the phone but that’s her time with her dad and I respect that (and he respects my time). It’s a healthy set up and it actually works well to set boundaries like this.

Also the whole reason Olivia and the kids are even in London right now is because of Jason and Ted Lasso filming. She’s allowed the kids to move to another country for the better part of a year so they can be close to their dad and they can coparent from the same place. I’m sure Harry living there helps too, so she has double motivation for wanting to live in London right now but I just cannot stand the attitudes people have about a situation that they literally know nothing about!!

‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ GO OFF!!!!!!!

I never understand why we always get cropped pictures of just Harry when they first drop and then get the full versions like 30 min later. And exactly 😭 she's not following him around like that's his girlfriend??? It's not like she's a fan stalking him they're literally dating 😭 and PREACH!!!!!! Bringing up her kids every damn time is so low. They pretend to be naïve to the fact that co-parenting exists and pretend not to notice the one week on/one week off schedule that became apparent during tour last year and is a very common arrangement. And if they ever do acknowledge that custody agreements exist, they still seem to expect her to spend her week off pining for her kids and sitting at home twiddling her thumbs waiting for them to come back instead of spending time with her boyfriend and doing things for herself. I remember when she and Harry spent NYE together there was a lot of "it's just wrong that she's not with her kids on this holiday, she could've chosen to be there anyways even if it's Jason's week" like no she actually could not! It's an arrangement they worked out and like you said, they have to respect each other's time with the kids in order for the arrangement to work well!

#ask #i didnt mean for this to be so long sorry #bringing up her kids really sends me to another level of annoyance #and i dont even have kids or any experience with a split household bc my parents have been together for almost 29 years #so i cannot IMAGINE how it must feel as a single mom to see people say this shit