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dilemmaontwolegs · 11 months

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The Aftermath || LN4 {10}

Pairing: Lando Norris x widow!reader Summary: Uncle Lando wants a kid of his own. Warnings: 18+ only, smut, fluff, daddy kink WC: 2.2k

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Mischievous giggles filled the air and the sound made you smile before you even spotted the source of them in the backyard. The peeling laughter grew louder as you carefully carried a tray full of unhealthy snacks out of the house and down to the pool where Max and Lando were playing with his niece, Mila.

Beach balls and blow up animals littered the pool where Max was trying to relax on a lilo but Lando swam by with Mila on his back and the two troublemakers were doing their best to disrupt Max’s peace. A particularly big splash from Lando caused Max to shift suddenly and the lilo flipped, sending Max under and Mila into a fit of laughter.

“Good work, sweetie,” Lando praised with a high five that she returned with a toothy grin.

“Alright, give poor Max a break,” you said and he pressed his palms together in a silent prayer, mouthing ‘thank you’ as he pulled himself back into the lilo. “I have everything your mum and dad said you weren’t allowed.”

“I’m allowed wagon wheels,” Mila said as picked up the chocolate coated biscuit, water dripping all over the plate because somehow her towel had ended up in the pool.

You took one as well and sat beside her on the sun lounger before whispering conspiratorially. “I was talking to Lando, he misbehaves when he has sugar.”

Crumbs fell over her swimsuit as she talked with a mouthful. “Really! What does he do?”

Water drips trickled down your back as Lando leaned over to grab his own snack and he chuckled. “Yeah, love, what do I do?”

You could hardly tell the toddler what her uncle got up to when he couldn’t sleep because he had too much sugar or caffeine. “Naughty things, we’ll leave it at that.”

“Ummm, that’s your third one,” Mila pointed to Lando and you turned to see he had another two biscuits in his hands and his cheeks were struggling to contain the ones he had already stuffed in his mouth.

“Nnnn, ssnnnott,” he mumbled incoherently.

“Is too.”

He swiped a glass of juice from the tray and washed the dry food down before he choked. “Is not. It was my fourth.”

Mila turned to you seriously, a small frown between her eyebrows as she spoke, “Aunty, I think Uncle wants a sugar high.”

From the smirk on his face she was absolutely right and you picked up the last biscuit from the packet, tossing it to him. “I can handle him, sweetie, don’t worry about that.”

The happiness turned to tears when Oliver arrived to pick up Mila and you could still hear her cries as the car pulled out of the drive. There had been nothing you or Lando could say to calm the preschooler, not even the promise of taking her to Disneyland in Paris worked.

“I miss her already,” you sighed as you sat on the couch. “It’s so quiet.”

The only sounds were the snores coming from Max who had fallen asleep after being Mila’s ‘pony’ and the grass stains on his jeans attested to how seriously he had taken the role. He was so exhausted from all the activity that he crashed out as soon as he took a seat in the recliner, and he would regret it when he woke up and saw his reflection.

“You know what wouldn’t be quiet?” Lando asked as he dropped down onto the seat beside you and pulled you into his arms.

“We can’t do that with Max sleeping right there,” you whispered as you slapped his chest lightly.

“Firstly, as you said - he’s asleep - and I don’t think anything would wake him right now.” That earned him a pinch to his nipple since he hadn’t put a shirt on since getting out of the pool hours ago. “Ouch, not the nipple. Secondly, that wasn’t what I was going to suggest, kind of.”

Your brows pinched in confusion. “Okay, then what?”

He chewed the inside of his cheek nervously. “Having a few of our own?”

Your lips parted but nothing came out. It had been months since Imola, and after waking up with a wicked hangover nothing about the conversation the night before had been brought up again. You had assumed he had forgotten it, too absorbed in the moment of being called daddy, something that happened regularly.

“Did you think I would seriously forget?” he teased quietly. “Of course I remember, love. I wasn’t that drunk.”

“You never said anything.”

“Neither did you,” he shrugged. “I didn’t want you to feel pressured but every time I see you with kids you just light up and I want more.”

You snuggled closer in his embrace and traced the soft curls beneath his navel. “How would it work? Would they have your name or mine or hyphenated? I never imagined having kids outside of marriage.”

His fingers traced lightly up and down your arm leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Is that something you want?”

“What?”

“Marriage. Would you marry again?”

You blinked a few times while you processed the question and he gave you the time you needed. “I married René because I loved him and wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. And I would remarry for the very same reasons.”

“Wait here,” he pressed his lips to your cheek as he stood up and disappeared into the basement, from the sounds of the stairs he dashed down, before returning. “Do you love me?”

“That’s a stupid question.” You sat up straighter with a deep frown. “Of course I do.”

“That’s a good start,” he chuckled as he dropped to one knee and opened a small box he had hidden behind his back. “Do you want to spend the rest of your life with me?”

You slipped off the couch onto your knees in front of him as he pulled the large diamond ring out, his fingers trembling slightly.

“I’d really appreciate an answer, love,” he said a little breathless as his chest rose and fell shallowly.

You swallowed the lump in your throat as you nodded. “Of course I do.”

“Will you marry me?”

You couldn’t speak as your throat constricted and your eyes watered. But you nodded, and nodded again before you found your voice as you lifted your hand to his. “Yes, Lando, fuck yes.”

The ring fit perfectly and the diamond rested against your wedding band made with the same white gold to match. “It’s beautiful, Lan,” you whispered with a frail voice as you watched it catch the light when you lifted it to cup his face before kissing him softly. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he said with a sigh of relief, his arms holding you tightly before a happy laugh filled him. “I love you. God, I love you. I’ve had that ring in my desk for months.”

Now that you thought about it, he had always found a way to distract you when you went to the basement to look for something or clean it. Suddenly it all made sense.

“I thought you were watching porn,” you said with a snort. “It had to be something weird if you weren’t sharing it with me.”

“You two watch porn together?” Max asked sleepily as he sat up and wiped his eyes. “What the hell did I wake up to…”

“Oh nothing, just this.” You held your hand up and he jumped to his feet with an excited shout.

“About time! Now he can finally stop stressing,” Max teased as he clapped Lando on the back and kissed your cheek. “Congrats, mate. I’m going to be your best man, right?”

“Position’s yours as long as you go home right now.”

“But we need to celebrate,” he tried to argue but Lando just looked at you and smirked.

“That’s exactly what we’re about to do.”

Max left so fast he could have left tread marks on the carpet but you didn’t even hear the front door shut because Lando had already pulled you onto his lap and crushed his lips to yours.

“Do you know how insane it makes me thinking about putting a baby in you?” he growled against your neck as he ground his hips into you to prove his words. “Makes me so fucking hard.”

Your fingers tangled in his hair and guided his mouth back to yours as you fought for dominance until you were dizzy with euphoria.

“Come on then, daddy,” you dared, rolling your hips over his hard length. “Quit talking and just do it already.”

“Fuck…” He released a shuddering breath and flipped you onto your back so he could drag your shorts down your legs before kneeling between them. Cool air kissed your core and Lando’s strong hands grabbed your hips, pulling you right up to his ravenous mouth.

Lando moaned at the taste of you and you echoed the sound as his tongue found all the places that made you see stars. His heated eyes rolled up the length of your body, watching intently as your hands slipped under your shirt and cupped your breasts, rolling your nipples between your fingers.

“Please, daddy,” you begged as your empty cunt clenched around nothing. “Need you.”

He gripped your squirming hips and pinned you down with a shake of his head that made his tongue lash over your clit side to side and your head fell back into the cushions with a cry. His deep chuckle vibrated over your clit as he sealed his lips around it and sucked. Your eyes slammed shut and light exploded behind your eyelids as the pleasure created and you came around his mouth.

You blinked through the high that had your heart hammering in your chest and Lando smiled proudly as he licked his lips and wiped his chin.

“Now you’re ready for daddy,” he said as he knelt between your legs and teased his tip through your folds. Your cunt clenched in response to his words and he smirked at the sight.

He was toying with you, but you loved it as he rubbed the length of his shaft along your slit before snapping his hips forward and burying himself deep inside. His jaw fell slack as your body welcomed him and your legs locked around his hips.

“I can’t wait to make you mine. Fucking pump you full until your carrying my baby,” Lando swore, his hands pushing your shirt up so he could fill them with your breasts. “Feel these swell.” He dragged his palms down your body until they were low on your abdomen. “This too.”

You could hardly breathe as your body prepared for another orgasm, every muscle tightening as he set a furious pace. And when his thumb pressed over your swollen and sensitive clit you were thrown over the edge.

“Do it, please, daddy,” you begged as your head spun in ecstasy. “Make me yours.”

Lando’s eyes fluttered shut as he felt your walls fluttering around him and he surrendered himself to his pleasure. Heat filled you as his cock pulsed with his release and the sound he made as your body milked him of every drop was one of pure satisfaction.

“Would you retire?” you asked quietly as you lay in Lando’s arms on the couch, his heart beating steadily beneath your head.

“I don’t know,” he admitted with a frown. “Kevin, Nico, Checo, they all manage racing and parenting. I would like to keep going, having you travel with me still, at least until they are ready for school.”

You hadn’t really imagined raising children on the road but it wasn’t out of the realms of possibility, and it had been done before with a few drivers as he mentioned.

“Do you want me to retire?” he asked a little nervously.

You shook your head and felt his breath in your hair with his silent sigh. “I’d never ask that of you, I just think we need a long term plan if I’m coming off contraception.”

“Got it: Lots of sex.” His chest bounced with a laugh when you rolled your eyes. “What? That’s a good plan.”

“It is a good plan, but I said long term. Something that lasts more than a few minutes.” You squealed as he rolled over, pinning you beneath him with an amused smirk.

“Excuse me?”

You lifted your head up to kiss him and whispered, “You’re excused.”

He nipped your bottom lip and drew a sharp gasp from your lungs as his knee spread your thighs apart. “Here’s a long term plan: first I spank you for that attitude, then I show you how long I can last. Lastly, repeat as necessary - which will be for the rest of your life. Is that a good long term plan for you, love?”

“I don’t know.” You moaned softly as your hips rolled against his thigh. “Why don’t we find out?”

Click here for chapter eleven.

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oraclekleo · 2 years

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Jeon Jung Kook (BTS) Relationship Role Analysis based on Tarot Reading

Hello and welcome!

I’m Kleo and I’m here to present some k-pop related tarot readings to you.

Disclaimer:

I would like to state that all these readings have a purely entertainment nature and their purpose is to bring some fun into my and hopefully yours lives. I have never ever met any of the idols / actors / celebrities in my readings, I don’t know them personally. Tarot reading isn’t an exact science and I can never guarantee any of it. Most of it is my intuition mixed with fantasy. Don’t take these readings seriously and don’t base any important decisions on tarot readings only, use your common sense.

If you wish to request a tarot reading, please read the pinned post on my profile first to see the instructions on how to request. I only do readings for idols / actors / celebrities of 18 years of age or older. Requests for readings including younger people will be automatically dismissed. If you feel uncomfortable with these tarot readings, do not engage in reading my posts. Thank you for understanding.

Reading Info:

Rating: 18+

Reading Type: Single - Couple

Requested: Yes - No

Deck: E. A. Poe

Spread: Relationship Role

Questions:

Friend

Boyfriend

Lover

Husband

One-Night-Stand

Full Name: Jeon Jung Kook

Stage Name: Jungkook

Group: BTS

Jeon Jung Kook

Jungkook (BTS)

Deck: E. A. Poe

Spread: Relationship Role

Friend - Knight of Swords, 5 of Wands

When it comes to friendship, Jungkook can be a pain in the ass. He’s likely very smart but he also likes to show off and can be stubborn and unwilling to compromise or change his opinion. It can cause tension between him and his friends. The fact that he’s usually right isn’t exactly sweetening things for his companions. He needs to learn to maintain calm and respect that everyone has the right to be wrong and make mistakes and stop forcing people to do things his way.

Boyfriend - Ace of Cups, King of Pentacles

While being a jerk of a friend, Jungkook absolutely changes colours when dating. He’s sensitive, caring, overflowing with affection and sweetness towards his love interest. He’s pampering them with all the best world can offer, becoming a sort of a sugar daddy. He simply loves his date too much to ever refuse anything to them. He wants to be admired by his lover.

Lover - I The Magician, Ace of Swords

When it comes to the physical aspect of a romantic relationship, Jungkook is a truly well educated lover. He’s likely to be interested in all sorts of techniques and his theoretical knowledge is vast and abundant. However, he might feel like lacking the opportunity to actually practise in real life. His demands are high, he’s a perfectionist and he’s searching for the right person to experiment with.

Husband - Ace of Wands, 10 of Pentacles

If Jungkook got married now, he would be a happy and devoted husband. He’s likely dreaming about having a big family, leaving a great legacy behind. He would be a very fun and easy going husband and father. Jungkook would likely make sure his family is well secured on a material level and all the members are encouraged and inspired to pursue their individual dreams.

One-Night-Stand - Queen of Cups, 5 of Pentacles

Jungkook has likely mixed feelings about one night stands. He wants to follow his instinct and hook up with someone based on his intuition but at the same time he feels some inner moral conflict about it. He might want to solve the dilemma by simply getting drunk and let the faith lead him.

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mrscordonean · 26 days

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The Usual Chapter 1

K.D.A

(warnings: guns, oblivious Artem, strip club, death, quite long)

"Yn". You turn around to see Artem standing behind you with a nonchalant expression on his face. "Yes Mr. Wing?" You turn around and smile at him. He straightens his tie before speaking "I am your boss, therefore, i have the right to ask you to accompany me on the case i am working on", you chuckle at his seriousness, he acted like he didn't know how to talk to girls. "Relax Mr. Wing, you don't need to be formal with me, and of course, i would do anything for you", he smiles and starts to walk, "follow me".

He leads you to his office and opens the door for you. He gets some files from his desk drawer. "This case is the case of Mrs Eva, a stripper who worked in the Stellis Night Club". It was unusual for Artem to take such a case, but he's been acting weird lately. He stops for a moment before continuing "You have to pose as a... Stripper in order to gather as much information as possible, but don't worry I will be there as your 'Sugar Daddy'". "I see, so i better get shopping for a stripper outfit?" You hoped this was your chance to see how rich Artem really was. "No need i already bought you one", he said with a straight face. "You know my size?" "It's slim fit" "Where did you get it?" "I got it online". He was quick to answer all my questions as if it wasn't weird that he bought a stripper outfit. "Did you buy it under your work account?". He stiffens remembering he did and it that sends a notification to the platform of what he bought and his name under it. "Let's not worry about that, we leave tomorrow".

At the Stellis Club, you've already gotten a job at the club and you wondered, how is Artem able to set all this up!? Anyway it's your turn to show off your curves. You emerge from the curtains with your long red heels and very revealing 'outfit'. You place both hands on the pole in front of you while you look for Artem in the crowd. You spot him sitting on a sofa, legs sprawled, tie undone and his top two buttons were too. You walk around the pole whilst keeping eye contact with Artem, you stop and lift yourself onto the pole and dance on it. He watches you intently, watching your hips move while you dance on the pole.

He really looks like he's enjoying this role. He gets up and walks to you with hungry eyes. This is a really good act he's putting on, if it even is an act. He holds his hand out when he gets close enough to the stage. "Why do i have to come with you?" You say sassily really thinking you ate as the crowd ooo'd. He just stared into your soul, warning you that there would be consequences. "Sorry" you say shyly as you take his hand.

"May we have a room?" Artem's expression remains stoic. "Yes please" you say in addition to Artem's comment with a pouty look on your face. "Right this way sir and ma'am," The manager of the rooms says. "We only have one room available and that is the boss' room, but i trust a fine woman like you" He smiles and you smile back. Artem thanks him, his expression still the same. "That was easy" "Thanks to your good looks" "What?" "What?". Artem walks over to a drawer and bends down infront of it to check it's contents. "Found it" he says waving a file at you. "Artem there are cameras here", "I know, they are broken". You wonder how Artem is so good at his job. He comes up to you and backs you up into the drawer behind you. You hold his face with both hands. He pulls something from behind you and it was a document. Wait. So he... Artem hands the documents to you. "That's all we need, we should go now" "right" you follow Artem despite your embarrassment.

Artem walks over to the window then turns to you. "This is the only safe way out, use my palms as leverage" Artem holds his hands out waiting for you to use them to escape. You walk over to him and step on his palms as you struggle to get out of the window. Suddenly the door bursts open and there stands the manager of the strip club with a gun in hand. "i knew you were up to something" He doesn't hesitate to fire shots but Artem was too quick for him, he takes out a mini gun which makes you giggle. He shoots his opponent straight in the head, he turns back to you and scoffs at your laughter. You and Artem hear footsteps charging towards you "Change of plans, grab onto me". You wrap your arms around his neck tightly and he jumps out of the window. You and Artem drop behind a car, he winces with pain. "Are you alright?" You quickly search Artem for the injury. "Your arm it's.." "I'm fine" he tries to sit up but you push him back down. "give me your gun" he stares at you intensely. "Now" he reaches for his mini gun and hands it to you. You peek out from behind the car and hold Artem's gun out, taking the bodyguards out one by one. Artem was amazed but you had no time to talk as you rush him to a hospital.

#spotify #artem wing #the usual #Artem x black reader #tears of themis #x black reader #Arty honey please come home #KDA #Mrscordonean

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bluerskiees · 2 years

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Can I request boyfriend ran haitani headcanons plz!!

Ran Haitani Headcanons 🪄🔮

Fluff [☁️]

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- Has definitely showed you off to rindo and other bonten members.

- Buys you cakes and chocolates whenever he's late.

- Spoils you a lot. Babygirl wants a diamond jewellery? There— you have it, but be a good girl for daddy later.

- Teaches you to fight because he doesn't want anything to happen to you when he's not around.

- Loves to shower together with you. He especially adores the way you put essential oil.

- LOVES it when you play with his hair, he find it comforting.

- Flirty af but a total sweetie pie too.

- Hires a lot of maids because he doesn't want you to do any works.

- Fav spots to kiss: Nape, Forehead, Back of ur hands, Lips and the top of your head.

- Glares menacingly at anyone who throws you a dirty look.

- Would absolutely cry if you keep on telling him how much you love him and stuffs :(

- Acts like a tough guy, is a tough guy but also a baby with the personality of a 5 y/o.

- Loves kissing you in front of others, especially Sanzu and Koko.

- He always played the 'Big Brother' role and get super soft if you tell him you're proud of him, he doing amazing and just being supportive.

- If u had any competitions or stuffs, Would literally scream to cheer for you. Doesn't care about the people looking at him weirdly <3

- Take you out on classy rich dates.

- Asks your opinion on his fashion.

- A cat person.

- Prefers tea over coffee

- Loves to match outfits with you <3

- You ans rindo once matched outfits ACCIDENTALLY, Still sulks over it.

- Loves your home made foods.

- Knows you like the back of his hands.

- Jokes a lot.

- Seriously, he does Joke/Prank a lot.

- Would definitely enjoy dark humour.

- Sometimes you may have to explain the memes to him.

- Kisses your face to wake you up.

- Would skip his meeting just to lay in the bed with you for 5 more minutes.

- Jealous and Protective. Not too much tho cuz he trusts you a lot.

- Has your contact saved as "Sugarplum" or "Sunshine" or "Sugar".

- Could talk endless hours about how perfect you are, How you changed him for the better, How you light up his world.

- Loves to slow dance with you in the middle of the night in the backyard ( esp when it rains) with a slow sing going in the background.

- Learns to cook for you.

- Gives you breakfast in bed atleast twice a week.

- Hugs, Cuddles and kisses are a must.

- Touch starved no matter how many times you kiss/hug him.

- Loves pda.

- Grows a variety of roses/ flowers in the garden cuz you like them :(

- Even though he's not the best with plants, He tries his best to water them daily. Hires a botanist just in case.

- Writes poems for you.

- LITERALLY like a teenager in love.

- Thinks you're an angel from heaven.

- Plays guitar and sings some songs for you if you couldn't sleep.

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whorekneecentral · 1 year

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hi anj!! following your recent mark webber blurb (loved it btw) could you show us your fav pics of him? and since he def screams daddy could you write about how you’d meet him as your sugar daddy and how he’d treat you overall? i know it’s a lot in one ask so feel free to do what you want, thx in advance <3

hi babes! I'm gonna put the photos in another post but I'll defo write sugar daddy!mark for you <3

he probably wasn’t even looking for a sugar baby, he just happened to be at this bar one night to meet up with some friends and took a liking to the bartender.

you were only working the closing shifts at said bar because you needed the extra cash to cover your rent and your tuition for next summer.

mark introduced himself and you poured him a drink, he asked what a young girl like you was doing working in a place like that -- to be fair, the bar was a little shady and grimy but it had its charm.

yo explained to him why you were there and he asked you for a pen and a napkin after. he wrote his number down, he said to give him a call if you ever wanted a different job and you’re like um okay ??

anyways, a few weeks pass and the shifts were slowing down because they hired two full time bartenders so you dig the napkin out of your purse and gave him a call.

mark asked you to meet him at some fancy restaurant and you did. your first assumption was that you’d be filling some role resembling an assistant or something; nothing prepared you for when he pull on asked you to quit your job and let him take care of you.

you were a little skeptical at first; sex in exchange for money seemed at bit.. morally wrong?

mark assured you he wasn’t in it for the sex, you didn’t have to do anything you weren't comfortable with. all he was asking was that you’d join him at parties and have dinner with him a few times a month, ad of course the occasional night over at his place.

he also specified you two didn’t have to sleep in the same room either, he just wanted some company.

it seemed reasonable so you said yes. mark drove you home that evening and told you to pack a suitcase because he’d pick you up the next morning as you two could take a little trip.

again, you should have said no but he seemed so sweet and trustworthy so you said yes.

and the next morning, he showed up at your door at 7:30, you figured he was coming for like 10 so you were sleeping when he showed up. you invited him in while you got ready.

the two of you headed a few hours out of the city to a place he had closer to the water.

the first few days were you two getting comfortable with each other, just spending a lot of time talking and getting to know each other. you took turns cooking or you cooked together, you also learnt he was a good cook.

mark was sweet and he never made you uncomfortable, any physical contact you two had so far was initiated by you; he let you take the lead.

the last night, you two went for dinner at this little place by the water which wasn’t too far off. you ended up walking there and back but your feet were killing you so you took your heels off and mark give you a piggy back ride back to the house.

you had had maybe one too many glasses of wine at dinner so you were somewhere between tipsy and sober when you told him you wanted to sleep with him. mark knew you weren't all the way sober so he made you some coffee and sat with you while you did.

he didn’t say anything because he wasn’t sure if you were serious or not but when you brought it up again, he took you seriously.

he let you set the pace, you took the lead. he didn’t want you to feel like you had to do something but you wanted too, you really did.

so you did, you two started on the couch, moved to the bed, fell asleep, woke up the next morning and then ended up doing it in bed, and then the shower and once more in the garage as you packed up to leave.

#sugar daddy!mark #mark webber smut #mark webber

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bleeeppx · 5 months

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SPTO SPOILERS:

Wallace Wells is an iconic character in any media that he's in. I enjoyed his character from the comics, to the movie, and to the animated show. However, as much as I enjoyed him in the show, I preferred his character in the comics and the movie over him in the show. He is still very much an enjoyable character to watch, but as you're watching, it never really feels like he was actually friends with Scott; moreover, it feels like he just had to put up with him. I understand that Scott was gone for most of the show, but I still feel like he could've been put into the sidelines, helping Ramona off-screen, gathering information and just have him play a more important role in the story.

A way I feel like they could've incorporated Wallace into the story more, but still keep most of what's been made, would be something like this:

Takes place during episode 3. When Ramona walks into the Second Cup cafe and talks to Julie about her dream, telling her how she thinks Scott's death was actually faked and that he's been kidnapped by someone. Stacey and Wallace at the side, initially talking about something, but then overhearing Ramona and Julie's conversation.

Wallace and Stacey interrupting their conversation, (Stacey telling Julie to do her job, both proceeding to cuss eachother out.) expressing their doubts. Ramona, recognizing them from the party, she asks them what their relations to Scott are (his roommate/"insert sugar daddy joke" and his sister) and then questions both of them for any potential motives that they may have had to kidnap Scott.

Wallace reminding her that they were roommates, telling her how dumb of a plan it would have been if he was the one to actually kidnap Scott. And Stacey, saying that she lived with Scott long enough to know that she wouldn't want to be his roommate for any longer than she already had to. (Stacey: No offense, Wallace. Wallace: None taken.)

Ramona takes out a notepad, writes both their names and crosses them both out. Wallace and Stacey acknowledging this, seeing how seriously Ramona is taking her theory and offering up their help.

Wallace mentioning Scott's band. Julie, still saying the stuff about Stephen and Young Neil, though Stacey is the one to call out Kim specifically, revealing the information that Scott and Kim used to date back in highschool.

Ramona thanks them and they all exchange contact info, in case any of them gain any more information, and then walks out the cafe to go meet Kim. (The rest of the episode playing out as it originally did.)

In that rewrite, in addition to Wallace, Stacy also becomes a more important character too!

This was made all made in good fun, I still enjoyed what Scott Pilgrim Takes Off has delivered and what it has added to the overall franchise. This show has really brought me a lot of joy and has sent me spiralling with ideas. If anyone decides they want to create a comic or something out of my rewrite, you have full permission to do so! I prompt anyone to share their thoughts and opinions.

#scott pilgrim #scott pilgram takes off #spto #spto spoilers #wallace wells #I love this show so much and Roxy Richter is my wife💕✨

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inkykeiji · 1 year

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Ahh i just read your reply to the chuuya/reader/dazai ask and i cant imagine chuuya as a sub either and i imagine him as a dom, but also have a hsrd time visualizing that!! What kind of dom do you tyink he would be/how do you think he would be like inside and outisde the bedroom??

omg anon!!! love this question!!! <3

personally, i think he’s a service dom with a hint of hard dom sprinkled on top. i genuinely think he would be SUCH a good dom both inside and outside the bedroom <33 like he’d be so so so sweet on his baby, and based on how loyal and obedient (for lack of a better word) chuuya can be i think he would find a lot of validation and satisfaction in being a service dom. his work in the mafia—his missions and his orders—is very important to him and he takes it quite seriously, and i think these tendencies would translate well into his personal romantic/intimate relationships too. as such, he enjoys serving his baby while still retaining a decent amount of agency, power, and control.

in the bedroom:

he can get fairly brutal during a session and has a sadistic side that likes to make an appearance often. despite this, he takes consent and your safe word incredibly seriously, and if he feels like it’s getting too much for you he will definitely stop to check in and make sure you’re alright before continuing. his punishments are harsh but not unfair, and he’s absolutely fantastic at aftercare. 99% of the time he likes his sex loud, rough, and fast. his favourite kinks include marking (especially biting), impact play, cum play, bondage, light humiliation/degradation (kinda in that condescendingly sweet voice but nothing incredibly mean), public sex, and he’s open to a daddy kink but it isn’t a necessity (he’s fine with Sir or any other title you want).

outside of the bedroom:

he definitely takes your health and your well-being extremely seriously, and is on top of everything concerning these matters in a way that feels compassionate and not stifling. there are a set of rules the two of you came up with together, and he adheres to the majority of them fiercely. you might be able to sneak an extra sweet or two (especially since he himself is a sugar fiend) but for the most part, he’s a stickler. he makes sure you’re eating properly, taking your medications, getting exercise if that’s something you want to do/enjoy doing, getting to uni class/your job on time, going to bed at a decent hour (no set bedtime because he thinks that’s a little too restrictive, but he does make sure you’re getting enough sleep and will order you to go to bed if he thinks you're up too late), completing assignments/work duties on time, etc.

with all of that being said, he does have a temper—a short fuse and a very limited amount of patience. don’t expect to get off easy, to get off scott free, if you piss him off or break a rule. a brat must be treated like a brat, must be punished like a brat; how else will you learn that when he says something, he means it??? it’s part of a good dom’s duties and responsibilities to properly and adequately discipline their misbehaving subs, is it not? as far as he’s concerned, this is merely a part of his role as your dominant. depending on the severity of your offence, you may be able to wiggle your way out of punishment by exploiting his love for you + how soft he gets for you, but this is a rare occurrence, especially since chuuya cares so much about your well-being and views punishments as a good opportunity to learn lessons. (also this is unrelated but idk where else to put it in this massive response but ANYWAY, i could totally see him loving to spoil you too???? omg <3 just absolutely loving to surprise you with gifts and food and outings!)

honestly, i think a relationship with him would be healthy, for the most part! his most toxic trait is definitely his anger, which you’ll probably end up accidentally provoking at times and/or end up on the receiving end when his fury is disproportionate to the scenario or act committed, but he would still try his best to reign it in, especially when it comes to you, and he’d feel immense guilt and apologize afterward. he’s definitely protective but i don’t see him as someone who is overly possessive or suffocating.

he likes to know where you are and to keep an eye on you—not because he doesn’t trust you, but because he knows you are now a vulnerability, a liability to be used against him, and he wants to keep you safe. other than that, though, he wants you to have a genuinely good and happy life; he isn’t the type to cut you off from friends and family or anything along those lines (in fact, he’d love to meet them!), and while he enjoys the control being in a dominant position affords him, he does not want nor does he feel the need to control every aspect of your life.

any jealousy would stem from him fearing that he isn’t good enough for you or that you deserve someone better; someone handsomer, someone with cleaner hands and a spotless record, etc., but it wouldn’t result in over-possessiveness. he’d mostly keep it to himself, tbh.

#this is very rambly beware #i just kinda BLAAAH word vomited my thoughts all over the ask HAHA #but yes!! thank u for this!!! the chuuya brainrot is REAL today anon omfg #these are just my personal thoughts ofc <3 #have a wonderful saturday and pls stay safe n stay hydrated!!#inky.bb #clari gets mail #inky.bsd #inky.chuuya

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dukeoftheblackstar · 8 months

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Why do you even like Plo?

This is like asking me why I breathe, nonnie <": But let me try and answer this as sensible as possible ♥

Plo Koon is 385-years old

Imagine the sheer amount of knowledge in that squishy, cute head of his and you decide that of all the questions you could ask, you decided to go with whether he'd still love you if you were a worm. (1) Plo would either give you the laziest, most resigned 'Yes, dear' and go back to his naps ♥ or ... (2) Plo would exasperatedly sigh over the fact that you test his resolve in this silly, little, questions and give you the same resounding, 'No, I will not" and you will crack at it for the 128391231923th time.

There is nothing he probably can't do or know a thing or two about. Bet you my left lung that man can knit like a god.

There will always be a fine line between days of keeping himself (1) fit — which means I need to buckle tf up before I combust seeing this old man fuck someone up and be cool-dad about it <": (2) Lazy Days with Plo is my jam ♥ <-

Plo is discreet sassy. I'd go over this but I will need a year.

Plo Koon is Old Money.

If you don't know what that is, babe. Let me tell you when I say you're missing out. if you have been following me or have seen all my shit posts and tags on the Plo Koon / Kel Dor / Dorin tags, old man knees are fabulous — let me tell you why. (1) In a modern setting/au, he will enjoy short or maybe long walks that are not stressful. Will he walk under the blazing heat because the day looks great? No, neither would you bestie so sit tf down ♥ (2) Everything is made for comfort. Fuck the vow of poverty because when when you be rocking like a proper Balenciaga Sugar Daddy while traversing the Underworld, you best believe Daddy Plo be loaded AF. We're talking the Egyptian Cotton Sheets,

Plo Koon is one you would not want to shut up. Ever. At all. Like. Babe. If you ever shush this man. I will hunt you down, huntie ♥

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'Ts my favorite thing in the world ♥

Plo Koon has wholesome sassy chaotic gae friends.

Plo Koon just too pure for this world ♥

Now please watch that last gif on loop and tell me that that does not make you feel things because babe, if it doesn't... Idk man. You need to get them eyes checked ♥

But in all seriousness, my love for Plo Koon is because we don't always get wholesome characters that live long and it makes you wonder what life would have been like if he did.

I'm always fascinated by age apart from it being so damn sexy.

You hear talks about clones and their strife on how hard it is being the remaining survivor and I don't want to invalidate that. Not at all. But imagine having to relieve that through centuries. Imagine how someone like Plo, who has so much appreciation for life and everything both having spent at least a few years of his life at Dorin and him returning to become a Baran Do Sage, only to constantly practice the lack of attachment?

I'm not saying that's bad or conflicting, but imagine all the things he had to repress to fulfill his purpose both as a Sage and a Jedi. And he's smart, super damn smart. Someone who's smart with a guarded heart is a lie. His heart isn't guarded, he hurts. But he he has to swallow that because he has a role to fulfill.

I could go on so much about why I find him so interesting but I'm stuck in a bad vibe rn and all I can say is I love him so much because I want him to rest? Like hello?

Let that man take his goddamn afternoon nap and teas? And for someone so loved as a wholesome character, he's slept on and frankly, I don't like that.

Plus, I bet you Kel Dors got big dicks, so there's also that. ktnxbye.

#♝#dukeoftheblackstar answers #♝-answers #plo koon

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apolloanddaphnis · 1 year

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A Week in New York

Act I Scene II

Disclaimer: not proofread.

Themes: queer romance, Timothée x Male!OC, public kissing, sexualizing smoking (sorry)

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My cousin lives in a beautiful Edwardian townhouse on Maple Avenue. Gianni Lukashenko is twenty one years old, seven years younger than myself, and the primo male ballerina of the New York City Ballet. With his gorgeously mixed features of having a Sicilian mother and a father of Black and Russian descent, he's 5'8, svelte with sinewy lean muscles. His hair is jet Black and naturally looks like wet curls, cut in a pretty shag that kisses the end of the nape of his neck. He has almond shaped green eyes with long, thick lashes, high cheekbones, full pink lips and olive skin.

I'm harmlessly jealous of my stunning cousin, I must admit. "I thought you just went to grab coffee, why are you grinning like Meg Ryan in every movie?" He asked me as he leaned against the doorframe of his Natuzzi decorated living room.

The director of the ballet takes good care of him, playing sugar daddy to my beautiful cousin. He bought him this townhouse and gives him access to a bottomless account, and gives him pretty baubles and gifts and trinkets, like the Mapplethorpe hanging on the wall. Recently he acquired a new Amazon credit card.

"I did, look!" I held up my to go cup from Caffé Aronne, it's my go to coffee shop when I visit family in New York. I find it funny that they call taro a purple potato here. I ordered a purple potato latte with almond milk and an almond croissant for myself, and a blue butterfly pea latte with oatmilk for Gianni.

I don't know how I managed to order anything after flirting with fucking Timothée Chalamet! I'm still shaking, tapping my chipped sage green nails against the paper cup. I still can smell the spearmint gum on his breath, cigarettes clinging to his leather jacket, and the citrus and lavender notes of Chanel on his skin. Those olive Hazel eyes touched my skin and caressed the sight of me, I was allured but also self conscious becoming fully aware of my flaws. I'm not large but a little soft, I could have a flatter stomach and a smaller butt. Having an ass is wonderful but too much of one…I struggled with my body image sometimes.

So it was a little shocking, that little exchange we had. I was surprised he was even attracted to me, I'm a guy, penis and all.

"Something happened." Gianni accused with a secret smile and serpentine eyes.

I froze, feeling like a caught rabbit.

My cousin's smile turned into a Cheshire grin. "What's his name?"

I hid behind my hair as I sipped my sweet latte. "It doesn't matter, I'll never see him again."

So I thought.

The next day I joined Gianni at his rehearsal down at the theatre. He's playing Orpheus in Orfeo ed Euridice, naturally who else would play the lead male role? I tease him about sleeping his way to the top, but Gianni seriously is such a talented dancer. His moves are fluid and beautiful, like a gazelle, and his expressions are well…expressive.

It was like seeing the canvas before Mona Lisa, watching the dancers practice in their danskin, and honestly they're a lot more laid back and jovial than I thought.

I sat as an engaged spectator, it wasn't early at all. Training always starts at 10 in the morning, but Gianni took me out to the clubs after dinner at Bar Masa, and we were joined by the other dancers. It was clear that Daisuke Ogura, another principal male dancer, was a jealous rival. And the prima, Bella Garrett who is good friends with Gianni, and is to play Eurydice, confirmed it.

Apparently Daisuke is the hardest working dancer in the company, and he feels as though Gianni has everything handed to him.

The rivalry in ballet can be an ugly thing, I wish Daisuke saw how well revered he is and focused on that.

I was a little afraid to hang out with a bunch of ballet dancers, I'm not gracefully lithe and swanlike, I'm short and soft, definitely no abs or muscle. But everyone has been so kind to me so far, including me in conversations, laughing together, and Raquel Johnson, a principal dancer, was my main dance partner at two out of four of the clubs we danced at.

So 10 in the morning might as well be five in the morning to me right now. My Starbucks London fog latte wasn't helping me much either. I could barely even get dressed this morning, thank God Gianni's lavish marble shower has a seat, or I would have collapsed. Black biker shorts, an old oversized Smiths t-shirt, and black uggs were all I could manage this morning. My bleached wavy curls were tossed up in a messy top knot, just a nose stud and my staple ear studs were my only jewelry, and as for makeup, only Vaseline's rosy lips painted my lips.

I was starving, Gianni packed his breakfast. It was just a banana, an apple, trail mix, and a protein bar.

After taking some pictures to send to my little sister Larissa, who's fifteen and attends the Marat Daukayev Ballet School back home. I told Gianni I was going to go grab something to eat, he didn't mind, training lasted from ten in the morning to six at night.

I tossed on my Daria canvas jacket, my black square sunglasses, grabbed my black vegan leather and chains mini backpack, and headed out.

I went to a bagel shop nearby on 2nd avenue, called NY Jumbo Bagels. It's a perfect New York bagel nosh, the kind you'd see in a movie in the 80s or 90s, I felt like Kim Basinger almost.

I salivated at the smell and sight, deciding on the LEO bagel (Lox, eggs, and onion on bagel), and the two eggs, fries, and coffee special. It was a lot of food, but I was absolutely famished. But, before I could pull out my card to pay, a beautiful voice caught between deep and light with a laziness to it cut through, with the swipe of a black card. "I'll take care of that Hannah."

I whipped my head back so fast I got whiplash. Standing there towering over me looking devilishly handsome in a Chorus Line hat and expensive sweats, was none other than Timothée Chalamet.

How was this happening? Of course the hottest man on the planet caught me pigging out in my bumming-it-couture.

I didn't even have makeup on, my hair looked crazy, curly, didn't make the call backs for Pam Anderson style, oh I could throw myself into the Hudson.

But he was just staring at me, with those gorgeous sleepy eyes. That smile that yanked on my heart chords, and he smells so good oh God I wanted to lick him, I wanted to get down on my knees and yanked down those sweats and take his cock down my throat.

"Yury, right?"

Fuck me, he remembered.

"Uh yeah."

He chuckled and I bit back a groan. "It's funny how we Uh, keep running into each other."

"Yeah, meant to be or something like that."

Ugh, don't tease me. "Something Like that." I said with a nervous laugh. "I look like such a mess."

"Oh come on, you look like you wandered out of an urban outfitters catalog, I look like I just rolled out of bed."

"Okay it's a little too early for recreational drugs, you're crazy if you think you look like a mess. " I laughed.

He laughed too and it was authentic, carefree, and dorky which was so sexy. "It's never too early for recreational drug use!" He winked. "But I'm serious, you look…" His eyes took their time combing over me, lingering a little bit on the black lace strap of the bralette I wore under my t-shirt. I felt my cheeks heat. "Warm, soft, and pretty."

He finds me pretty? I couldn't stop the smile forming on my lips.

He ended up ordering the same as me, and we sat together at his table outside. He looked perfect, sitting there blasé, fry in one hand and a cigarette in the other.

Our knees touched and I felt the springs boing in my spinal cord and heart.

"So, how are you enjoying the big apple? Have you seen all the cliches yet?" He smiled and sipped his coffee before taking a drag from his cigarette, my eyes focused on his lip as some escaped from his pursed lips. "Oh I'm so sorry, does smoking bother you?"

"No! Not at all, I mean all my exes smoked–" I babbled.

His eyebrows attractively shot up as he smiled with his teeth. "So what I'm hearing is that you like guys that smoke?"

I swallowed and licked my lips, feeling his eyes on my throat and mouth. I felt a little bold. "Maybe it has something to do with poetry and rock n roll or something, I find it ignorantly romantic."

"Good, so I can get away with this."

I furrowed my brows in confusion. "Get away with what?"

"This." He breathed, and he leaned in smelling like Marlboro, Chanel, and fries. His mouth, his lips are surprisingly soft and he tastes like cherry chapstick, coffee, cigarettes, and remnants of ibuprofen. An arm curled around my waist pulling me in close and I found my hands cupping his diamond sharp jaw with silky skin. He tilted his head kissing me in slow devouring, brushing against mine before sucking on it.

We kissed until we were reminded that we were human beings who needed to breathe to live. I pulled my lips back, panting, feeling dizzy and I even let slip a giggle.

He smiled with a breathy laugh, his two front teeth are so cute like a bunny, I forgot myself and licked them. This emitted a low groan from, he clutched my waist and pulled me into his lap. I was nervous I'd crush him and tried to move off but his grip was strong and he didn't let me move as he kissed up my neck. I bit down hard on my lip to prevent a squeal, and kissed up to my ear and spoke into it. "You're spending the day with me, boy."

@meetmyothersouls

#timothee chamalet #timothée chalamet #timothée chalamet x oc #femboy

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egg-emperor · 2 years

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If I took out a loan from Casino eggman and I couldn't pay it back. Do I have to repay him in kisses or other deeds

Oohh good question, I love being asked about Casino AU Egg! 🥰💜

At first, he won't appear to be very happy if the money was given through a loan and he was actually expecting to get it back. But that's more because of how things didn't go the way they were expected and promised and what he thinks that might mean, as business is the one thing he takes very seriously. It's not like it's detrimental for him to lose the money or like he doesn't ever enjoy giving any away without getting any in return in other situations, in fact he absolutely loves it. It's just about the intentions in it because if it's an unpaid loan, the first thing he'll do is be wary and suspect that it might be a sign of untrustworthiness, as it's important and necessary for him to be careful from past lessons learned.

But then he realizes that it could simply be a struggle to pay back and he can tell if it's a lie or not as a very experienced liar himself, he can be pretty understanding after, as long as it wasn't for too serious of a business thing. He just forgets easily that it's not easy to guarantee having the large amount of money to pay him back because money is never a problem for him. So he can indeed make exceptions for those that are lucky enough but it tends to be a sign that he especially likes them enough to. He'll still appear to have a stern unimpressed look on his face but it will quickly soften as he gets an idea and says not to worry because there are other ways of repaying him.

He does love to take a sugar daddy type of role because he both enjoys the act of spending a lot on someone and being rewarded for it with affection after all. So while it didn't start out the way he usually plans it with the different intentions, he's happy to take the opportunity to turn it into something that still simulates that experience and feeling for him, too eager in fact because he really wants and enjoys it but most of his boyfriends surprisingly don't want to take all the money. So he'll say to act like it was actually supposed to be a gift instead of a loan from the beginning, then he'll encourage any type of affection and intimacy and favors that feel comfortable to do with him as a way to thank him.

He's very into being rewarded for his expenses and after that he'll no longer mind the circumstances of the situation anymore, he'll be left beaming every time. The most sfw things that can be done for him are cuddles, kisses, and rubbing noses while he's thanked and praised. Just hyping and loving him up, telling him he's so handsome and rich and generous for what he did pleases him and makes him feel great pride. Because he loves his hugs, he'll also want to sit and cuddle as often as possible whenever he's hanging around the lounge area or bar during his breaks or after work. And it sounds like a great deal because who could resist cuddles with the big warm soft strawberry scented bear?

When he walks into the lounge or bar area, he'll pat the seat beside him if there's room or make an invitation to sit in the space between his legs if it's a singular seat to cuddle while he smokes, or if it's preferred to not to be around the smoke, just while enjoying drinks and treats together. Either way, at least one of his arms will be wrapped around in a hug or he'll want to hold hands nearly the whole time. He gets extra clingy and handsy after a few drinks and loves getting it in return too. He wears his blazer open and undershirt partially unbuttoned to expose his warm hairy chest for a reason, for it to be cuddled up to and rubbed! He's always open for belly rubs too, his tummy is soft, warm, and inviting and he'll love for it to be appreciated. Nothing is off limits, he'll welcome and enjoy any contact.

Another way to please him can be agreeing to wear clothes that he's specially designed, whether it's to model them or just to wear around him after he's allowed to pick the outfit for the day. It's a lot of fun for him with his passion for fashion but also because he really enjoys watching people wear clothes he designs and how it might compliment them. Expect him to draw attention with a comedic wolf whistle and to make some flirtatious comments as he enjoys the view heheh. He might also say it can be repaid by spending a few days helping him out with work, such as helping to watch the security cameras and try to spot and report foul play on the gaming floor when he's busy in his office or at a meeting.

But above all, he's most interested in being compensated with the sweet sugar he desires, commonly pointing to his cheek or puckering his lips to ask for kisses and opening his arms for hugs. Making him feel like a million dollars when he's loved and praised is just as valuable to him as being paid, especially since he'll willingly and happily pay to get it instead lol. And if he really ends up enjoying it and doesn't want it to end, he might even just offer to be a sugar daddy for real and actually end up giving away even more money! Never as a loan again but instead intended as gifts from then on, as long as he continues to be rewarded for it like this because he realizes it's a lot more fun than getting his money back 👀💜💕

#asks #casino au #dr eggman #eggman #dr robotnik #dr. eggman #my post

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reidscanehand · 2 years

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Visions of Sugar Plums

A Merry RCH Christmas

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Dance Teacherfem!Reader

Category: Christmas Fluff

TW: Jack has issues because of Haley’s death, cursing, mentions of Haley’s death, Aaron is worried that he’s a bad parent and missing out on things, Jack being the wingman of the CENTURY

I wanted to be a dancer for a long time and I did The Nutcracker every single Christmas for almost half of my life, so it only felt appropriate to incorporate it into a fic! Hope you like it! xx

~ “What is a man and what can become of him?” - E.T.A. Hoffman ~

Jack has been full of surprises from the moment he opened his eyes. He was quick to walk, but slow to speak. He favored Haley in terms of looks, but Aaron in terms of temperament. He was a bit absurdly polite, really, and Haley’s traumatic exit from his life only served to make him moreso. It had been at the suggestion of his school’s guidance counselor that Aaron enroll him in ballet and after a few discussions, plus the promise that ballet wouldn’t mess with his soccer schedule, Jack agreed.

Surprisingly, Jack flourished in ballet. It added a spring to his step, fixed his posture, and made him smile more, if Aaron wasn’t mistaken. Aaron enrolled Jack in ballet starting in January, meaning that this December would be Jack’s debut performance in The Nutcracker. Jack was thrilled to be taking the stage as a Toy Soldier in Act One and as one of the Lambs for the Marzipan Shepherdess in Act Two. His excitement isn’t what’s surprising, though. What’s surprising is that Aaron is starting to suspect that Jack is a bit more mischievous than he’d ever expected him to be.

The team is on its way home from another case when Jack calls him. He immediately answers, of course.

“Daddy,” Jack’s voice says very seriously over the line.

“Hey, kiddo, what’s u-”

“I need you to come to my dress rehearsal tonight,” Jack interrupts him, his tone still very serious. “I know Aunt Jess was supposed to take me, but I need you to do it.”

It was a simple enough request and Aaron agrees without much complaint, then asks Jack to pass the phone to his aunt. Jack called for Jess who took the phone from the little boy and returned to the kitchen.

“Why does he want me to come to his dress rehearsal?” Aaron asks. “Is something wrong?”

Jess begins to laugh hard, “That little wingman.”

“What are you talking about?” Aaron presses her, still confused.

“Miss Y/N has to dance the Sugar Plum Fairy tonight,” Jess replies, still laughing. “The high schooler playing the role has food poisoning.”

Aaron can feel his stomach drop, “Miss, uh, Miss Y/N?”

“The very same,” Jess answers, her tone almost cocky. “Something tells me Jack’s trying to play matchmaker.”

Aaron shifts in his seat, thankful he’d moved away from the rest of the team so they can’t see his obvious discomfort, “I didn’t...I mean I know he likes her, Jack loves taking ballet, but I thought...I mean I thought he had a crush on Miss Y/N...I didn’t realize-”

“That Jack knows about your crush on Miss Y/N?” Jess teases, cutting him off. “He is the son of profiler after all.”

That’s true. It’s also true that Miss Y/N is the most ridiculously easy person to have a crush on ever. From the moment Aaron met her he’s had a massive crush on her. She’s beautiful, sure; so pretty, in fact, that, when he met her, Aaron had trouble focusing, something that hadn’t happened in ages. And then there was the fact that she was so kind and understanding regarding Jack. She’s clearly incredible at her job, if Jack’s progress was anything to go by, but he’s watched her interact with Jack in incredibly sweet moments that he cherishes. Plus, if her shy smiles and nervous energy are anything to go by, she just might be harboring a crush for Aaron, too.

“I just...I just can’t believe it,” Aaron breathes into the phone.

“What,” Jess teases, clearly still amused, “that you’re raising a profiler or that he’s clearly okay with the idea of you and Miss Y/N?”

“Both,” Aaron sighs, taken aback by how true her statement is. “Both.”

“Take it for what it is, Aaron, don’t overthink it,” Jess warns over the phone.

“What do you mean?”

“Tonight’s an opportunity; a Christmas gift, if you will,” Jess says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Don’t waste it.”

~~~

As he watches the rehearsal, Aaron’s little astonished at how much he’s enjoying the ballet. He’s sure he’d seen it once, maybe a taped performance on PBS or something if not in person, but he hadn’t really known what to expect from a ballet school’s production of a classic ballet. Then again, he’s been very impressed by what Jack’s shown him, so it isn’t too terribly shocking to be impressed by the whole thing. Jack’s a precious toy soldier, obviously trying desperately to contain his huge grin as he follows around the Nutcracker and the other toy soldiers as they fight the Mouse King and his fellow rodent minions.

The reveal of the Nutcracker Prince is impressive as well, and the teenager playing Clara is very talented. The Snow scene is lovely and kind of impressive, really. The lights come up and he finds the restroom, trying to prepare himself for whatever will happen in Act Two. He’s returning to the theatre when a small voice gets his attention.

“Psst, Dad!”

Aaron turns to see his son looking precious in a lamb costume leaning out of the backstage door. Jack gestures for Aaron to get closer and he kneels to his son’s level.

“Hey, kiddo, you’re doing a great job,” he tells him genuinely.

“Thanks,” Jack smiles. “Do you like it?”

“Yeah,” Aaron grins, “it’s really good. Are you supposed to be out here right now?”

“No,” Jack shakes his head, looking over his shoulder for anyone who might be watching, “but I had to tell you something.”

“What is it?” Aaron asks, dropping his voice to match the conspiratorial tone Jack has taken.

There’s a michievous glint in Jack’s eye as he whispers, “I told Miss Y/N you’re here.”

Aaron opens his mouth and then closes it again. Then he opens and closes it again. He finally manages to say, “Ah. That’s...that’s...interesting.”

“It is,” Jack agrees, in a tone far too precocious for a seven year old. “Well?”

“Well what?” Aaron asks, truly astonished.

“Don’t you want to know what she said?” Jack sighs, frustrated that his father isn’t reacting quickly enough for his liking.

“Oh,” Aaron nods dumbly, fully blushing at how well his son knows him. “Sure.”

“Well, she got all nervous,” Jack explains, clearly excited. “And then she said that she hopes to see you after the show.”

“That’s...” Aaron can’t even think straight, a bit too nervous for words, “that’s-”

“So,” Jack cuts him off, “you have to stay until we’re done and then find Miss Y/N and tell her how amazing she is. Okay?”

“Okay,” Aaron agrees, still feeling a bit overwhelmed. “But I haven’t even seen her yet-”

“Dad,” Jack cuts him off again, seriously now, “Miss Y/N is the Sugar Plum Fairy for tonight and tonight only. She’s amazing and you have to tell her that, okay? Promise me!”

“Y-yeah, of course I will,” Aaron nods again. Jack sighs deeply, a sound far too world weary for his seven year old self, but scampers off to continue the dress rehearsal and sends his father back to the theatre.

~~~

To say Aaron is entirely unprepared for Miss Y/N as the Sugar Plum Fairy is an understatement. She is an absolute vision in pale pink as she enters the stage, delicate and graceful steps that gently turn into points like it’s nothing. He’s certain no one has ever looked this stunning in a tutu or a tiara for that matter. She’s obviously more professional than the students, but seems almost determined not to show off. She’s just stepping in for a student after all. However, during the Dance of The Sugar Plum Fairy - the big solo moment for the role, he assumes - Aaron sees it. She begins and it’s magical, but then, as she gets into the dance, Aaron sees the cautiousness that has ensconced her performance for the evening disappear entirely, but it’s not a selfish act. It’s an act of pure joy. Aaron almost tears up watching this extraordinary woman enjoy dance so freely and beautifully.

And he fully understands what Jack means: she is amazing.

The harshness that built up around his heart after Haley’s death, the sharpness begins to falter. And as she finishes the dance with a delicate but incredible set of turns, the smile on her face lighting up the entire stage, his heart seems to decide it’s time for a breakthrough.

~~~

It feels like they’ve been waiting too long.

They’re standing in the lobby, waiting while other parents talk to Y/N. She is one of the head teachers after all, and there are a few last minute things to get together for the ballet to open on Friday.

And Aaron feels like they’re too obvious, as though they’ve been waiting too long. But then the parents clear away and it’s just the three of them in the lobby and Aaron realizes that no amount of time could’ve really prepared him for this moment. To her credit, she, too, looks a little unprepared, if the deep breath she takes before approaching the Hotchners is enough to go on.

“Hello,” she says when she reaches them. The pink tutu from earlier is gone, as is the tiara. In fact, it’s all gone - her hair is down and her makeup is wiped off, and yet Aaron would swear that she somehow looks even prettier than she did onstage.

“H-Hi,” Aaron replies, mentally slapping himself for stammering in front of this beautiful woman. He and Y/N do nothing but stare at each other for a moment, both grinning like idiots. Jack, from his place beside Aaron, pokes his dad very hard in the leg and Aaron breaks eye contact with Y/N to look at Jack, whose eyes flick from Aaron to Y/N pointedly.

“Oh,” Aaron realizes, meeting Y/N’s eyes again, “you were amazing.”

“Oh,” she responds shyly, “thank you, that’s very kind of you.”

“You’re welcome,” Aaron nods, grinning again. “I just...uh...”

There’s an awkward silence as Aaron tapers off, the two of them still staring at each other, smiling uncontrollably. Then Jack sighs another world weary sigh.

“Miss Y/N?” he asks from his spot next to his father.

“Y-yes, Jack?” she replies, breaking eye contact with Aaron to look down at the boy.

“Would you like to go get a hot chocolate with me and my dad?”

Her eyes widen and flick to Aaron’s in astonishment. He looks equally astonished, but then he smiles.

“Would you like to?” he asks.

Y/N smiles even wider if it’s possible, “I would love to.”

The three agree on a location to meet and disperse to their cars. Once in the car with the door shut, Jack looks up at his father, a knowing grin on his face.

“You owe me, Dad,” Jack sing songs, clearly pleased with himself.

Just then, Y/N drives past them, shooting them her gorgeous smile before exiting the parking lot.

Aaron’s heart flutters, clearly permanently free of its hardened cage as he watches her car.

“I definitely do, buddy. I definitely do.”

~ “Life can be a wonderful ballet.” - Erik Pevernagie ~

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oraclekleo · 2 years

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Lee Tae Min (SHINee / Solo / SuperM) Kinky* Reading

Hello and welcome!

I’m Kleo and I’m here to present some k-pop related tarot readings to you.

Disclaimer:

Reading Info:

Rating: 18+

Reading Type: Single - Couple

Requested: Yes - No

Deck: E. A. Poe

Spread: Kinky*

Questions:

Position

Libido

Turn On

Kink

Dirtiest Secret*

Full Name: Lee Tae Min

Stage Name: Taemin

Group: SHINee

Masterpost: SHINee

Lee Tae Min

Taemin (SHINee / Solo / SuperM)

Deck: E. A. Poe

Spread: Kinky*

Position - V The Hierophant

Taemin is surprisingly pretty dominant in a relationship. He’s likely to take the leading role and become a traditional husband in a way one day. Taemin is likely to ask for respect in a relationship and will set rules which have to be followed. With his packed schedules and demanding lifestyle, it's a must. He needs to keep things under control.

Libido - King of Pentacles

Taemin is probably not the most romantic person but his libido is strong and he’s likely to truly enjoy love making. He’s not likely to be into experimenting, though. He prefers to know what he's getting into and same as in everyday life, in the bedroom he’s the dom, too. He’s likely to be a very spoiling partner, though. A sugar daddy Taemin.

Turn On - 5 of Swords

While being the dom, Taemin probably likes to be challenged in that role. He’s likely to feel attracted to a person who won’t be as respectful as they should be, to a brat to be more precise. Taemin is likely to fall for someone cheeky and witty who will keep teasing and resisting his dominance in a cute way. Wait… Is he searching for his own clone, or what?

Kink - 7 of Swords

Taemin is likely to feel extra horny in a dangerous situation, when his relationship is seemingly threatened. His lover being an impudent brat, they are likely to flirt with other people and Taemin will tolerate that to a certain level. Once his patience is up, he’s grabbing his lover, dragging them to a semi-private spot and disciplining them the dirty way.

Dirtiest Secret* - 8 of Swords

We have seen it in his MVs multiple times. Taemin is clearly into bondage. Tie him up and he’ll be the happiest of men. With his bratty lover, I assume it will drag for a long time. Lucky Taemin enjoys being edged.

Look how happy he is... 😏

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absolutepokemontrash · 3 years

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The Demon Bros Play DND!

Who’s ready for some Stupid Headcanons?

So, the Satanic Panic of the 1980s claimed that the tabletop RPG known as Dungeons and Dragons had the power to turn your children into satanists and devil worshippers. So of course, the brothers have totally played DND after hearing about all the human world nonsense.

Lucifer the Back-up Back-up DM

He’s too busy to play this game dammit, stop inviting him! What do you mean both Satan and Simeon can’t DM the one-shot? Ugh... fine.

Despite all his UUUUUUUUGGGGHHH, Lucifer is a damn good storyteller, prepare to be immersed as hell.

Also, sorry guys, he’s a rule whore. If something’s against the rules, YOU AREN’T DOING IT.

He’s also a complete sadist who will randomly get everyone to roll perception checks for NO REASON.

Lucifer has definitely stood up and slammed his hands on the table while giving a description for extra effect, Mammon screamed and nearly fell out of his seat which REALLY ruined the mood.

“Everyone, we’re rescheduling, I’m too busy.”

He’s been a player a few times, and he’s NOT good at it. All his characters end up being really generic and boring. He’s better at being the world and everything in it, not the dummy wandering around it.

Human/fighter lookin’ motherfucker

In conclusion, he’s a good DM, but he’s probably too busy to play.

Over-Powered Self Insert (Mammon)

This game is for nerds! He’s not playin’, Levi!

Fine, his character is great and amazin’ and is also him. MC! What do these numbers mean-

Mammon’s the type of player to make his character a self insert and not take it too seriously, then get really REALLY attached as the campaign progresses.

He’s the type not to make a backstory for his character either, so go wild DM MCs!

He also both purposefully and accidentally metagames a whole bunch. Like dude, YOU know this, YOUR CHARACTER DOES NOT.

Shit he forgot his dice, can he borrow some?

“Okay MC, that’s five points of piercing damage.” “I RUN OVER AND HEAL THEM! I’LL SAVE YA MC!”

Mammon goes out of his way to save MC’s character long before it would make sense in-character to do so.

“Well, as your first man it’s my duty to save your character! You’ll probably be a blubberin’ mess if I didn’t...”

He’s not the best role player, but he’s also not the worst at it either. He tends to break character when things get too serious and he doesn’t know what to do.

Notes who? He came in here with one sheet of printer paper and it’s for doodling only.

He and Asmodeus start the tavern brawls. No question about that.

Theft is very common, he’s stealing from everyone, including but not limited to: the party, the royal guards, the dead enemies, the giant fuck-you dragon that Satan dropped in there to deter Mammon from stealing...

“I’m gonna steal that crown from the dragon.” “Roll stealth.” “Nat 20 BITCHES.” “Fuck you.”

If his character dies, may the Demon King have mercy on his greedy little soul because he’s going to mope about it for a damn long time.

Over-Powered Self Insert Again (Leviathan)

His character totally isn’t a self insert, shut up! He just looks and acts like an idealized version of himself!

He’s the one with twenty pages of character info and backstory AND the amazing commissioned art.

Levi has about 40 sets of expensive blue dice that he claims gives him the best rolls but an average session with him usually leads to roughly 10 crit fails.

While his luck with dice isn’t that good, he’s the player who will get as much out of their turn as possible, AKA break out the calculators and notes we’re doing some math.

His turn goes on for at least ten minutes because of all the shit he’s doing. When you finally think it’s over he goes “I still have my movement!”

Takes notes like a madman, every bit of lore and character info is being written down, meaning it’s a headache for everyone involved if there’s a continuity error because Levi WILL point it out.

“So you all head to the east, the great Valley of-” “Hang on, valley? In the second session you said there was a mountainous area to the east.” “Levi, shut up.”

Levi is the self appointed “guys come on let’s get back on track!” player, and whoever’s DMing is grateful to have him.

Levi is kind of the opposite of Mammon in terms of character seriousness, at first he’s taking everything super seriously and then as the campaign goes on he slowly loosens up and has some fun.

Out of curiosity one day he searches up a magical girl DND class and he’s ALL OVER IT. PLEASE LET HIM BE A MAGICAL GIRL NEXT CAMPAIGN-

Damn good at roleplaying, he’s carrying the entire in-character discussion until everyone else gets into it.

The Done With Your Bullshit DM (Satan)

So, this is the game that’s supposedly summoning him all the time despite the fact that he hadn’t been up to the human world since the 50s... what the fuck is everyone on up there?

It was the 80s, probably a lot of drugs.

When Satan DMs, you can only break the rules if it enhances the story... or if it fucks with Lucifer’s really boring character.

He will fudge dice rolls every once and a while, he also gets very attached to the characters everyone has made so he doesn’t want to perma-kill any of them unless they roll a DND quadruple natural 1 sin or something.

As attached as he gets, he isn’t above completely raging, killing everyone’s characters, and ending the session if everyone’s being annoying.

Don’t worry, your characters will be safe and sound next session once everything calms down... just don’t mention how Satan burned your character sheet right in front of you. It’s your fault if you didn’t make a second copy of your character sheet!

He’s pretty decent when it comes to improv when a player stumbles into something he didn’t plan out, but that’s not going to stop him from getting a little annoyed.

Though, if you somehow manage to get to the big bad too soon... yeah sorry, he’s got a way more dramatic fight scene planned, your player’s getting conveniently blasted out of there.

As a player, Satan is pretty decent at the game overall, but he tends to be a little aggressive if there’s an overarching mystery to be solved.

He needs to understand what’s going on! He doesn’t care if it upends the plot or it’s too early to find out! He needs to know!

His character is actually distinct and different from himself, Satan thinks it’s more interesting that way. All the books he’s read have made him a pretty awesome role player!

Satan’s notebook both as a DM and a player is filled to the brim, no detail is too insignificant to be put on the page.

Satan doesn’t fear dungeon puzzles... dungeon puzzles fear Satan.

“Are you all stupid?! This puzzle is so easy a four year old could solve it!”

I ROLL TO SEDUCE- (Asmodeus)

At first he didn’t want to play, he doesn’t play these kinds of games, sweetie. He’s too pretty.

When he’s finally convinced he puts a decent amount of effort into his character, but leaves the backstory pretty open.

Asmo would probably be the bard... right? No. He’s the warlock with the magic sugar daddy patron, and the warlock patron is spoken to as such.

“Hey baby... how’ve you been? Have I been good~?” “...”

Huh! Who woulda thought that all the bedroom roleplaying would transfer so well to DND!

Simeon is the only DM that doesn’t immediately shut this down, so Asmo will be extra inclined to play if Mr. Nice Shoulders is DMing.

When he gets really into it he buys a bunch of sparkly and very pretty dice, they bring him good luck in every roll!

Asmo has a fictional harem, no question about it. It gets to the point where Satan, Lucifer, and Simeon stop describing NPCs as attractive.

He’s rolling to seduce either way, he’s turned many an antagonist into a lover. To be fair, Asmo’s horniness has gotten everyone out of a lot of jail cells... so they can’t complain.

His notes consist of really random comments about the plot and the other players. It’s also COATED with doodles.

‘Wow, this character is such an asshole, I hope Belphie kills them.’ ‘Shit.’ ‘MC looks so cute when they play their character!!!!!!!! :D’

Poor bab forgets the rules a lot... it’s just too much to remember, okay?! How was he supposed to know that he ran out of spell slots an hour ago?!

Please help him, MC...

*Dice Cronch* (Beel)

Homeboy has been given edible dice, no question. He has also eaten the non-edible dice...

Beel goes to Satan for help with making his character, and he ends up really loving the character! :D

Problem is, he’s not that good at roleplaying... D:

“Can my character eat that person?” “Beel, no- you know what? Let me check what you’d need to roll to do that.”

I’ll save you MC part 2 electric boogaloo, but when it comes to Beel, the entire party is getting protected, no matter how little it makes sense in-character.

While Beel does take notes, a lot of them don’t end up being very important for later events. For example, he’ll jot down stuff about the layout in one room, but it turns out he didn’t take notes for the room that was actually going to be used for a boss fight.

He’s always nice to the NPCs, shame Belphie doesn’t show them the same courtesy.

Murder Hobo (Belphie)

Chaotic evil.

“Belphie, your character’s alignment is neutral good, remember?” “Fuck that, this guy’s annoying me.”

If Belphie doesn’t like an NPC, it’s up to the rest of the party to stop him from derailing the campaign and killing them.

He has space themed dice because cow-man likes space and thought they were pretty.

Notes? NOTES? You think Belphegor, the Avatar of SLOTH, takes notes? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-

He’s drooling all over the notebook... ew. Someone wake him up and tell him it’s his turn.

He puts about 35% effort forth to make a halfway decent character, and approximately 4% effort to actually roleplay.

Belphie sleeps through important plot details so he’s almost always really confused. He’ll turn to MC and ask them to explain what he missed before not learning his lesson and going back to sleep.

Wake him up for the dungeon puzzles though, he and Satan love those.

“Okay, we can’t see what’s in the room because none of the conscious party members have dark vision?” “Nope, what do you do?” “...I shove Mammon inside and shut the door.” “WHAT?!”

Bonus! The Best DM (Simeon)

Our favourite angel has homebrewed this entire campaign and boy fricken howdy are these players going to enjoy it.

Simeon fudges the dice rolls to avoid anything too irreversibly bad happening, buuuuuuut he’s still a total asshole who does the random perception rolls to keep everyone on their toes.

Everyone gets a character arc god dammit, even if they don’t have a backstory, one will be provided!

He’s got a map, he’s got miniatures, he’s got dice and backup dice for the backup dice, he’s got DM notes for days!

Simeon could be a voice actor with the amount of character voices he can do, no one ever gets confused with who’s talking.

Did someone just uncover a massive bit of plot that was meant to be found out later? Good job! No harm done! Simeon’s DM improv is second to none, and the plot will adjust accordingly!

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hardkuna · 3 years

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“damn, he’s a pushover”

› 𝙶𝚘𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚔𝚒 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛.

› 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠 𝚑𝚌

Goshiki will almost always have an immaculate air of confidence. It’s inevitable. He loves praise and gets praise all. the. Time. Because of this, he’s a try hard.

There’s a certain thing about him, where he lives for praise. Not in the same way as Bokuto, but enough so that he incessantly will do something to get it. If you’re a submissive, he’ll take on the dom role. If you’re a dom, he’ll take on the sub role. He wants your praise no matter how its given.

In a dominant position, he’s a service partner and lives for your feedback. He might be a bit repetitive because once he finds something that works for him, he’ll hammer it until the nail bends, but you can be sure that he’ll hammer it (and you) with precision. He knows every single thing you like. So, you want toys? You got toys. You like being tied up? Guess whose learning.

If you give him criticism, he’ll take it and be sure to try better next time or even in the moment, asking you questions like “Does this feel better, cutie? If I do it like this?” Goshiki will have the cockiest grin on too when he sees how your face scrunches up when he hits it just right. He has a lot of talent in that regard.

Now. Now. This is where I tag @keishinslove because all of this gets wrapped up in sugar daddy Goshiki.

He’s a uni student with a Platinum card. He is a little stingey with money on his own and while he likes high quality food and large apartments, most likely would still live off of ramen and in a studio apartment. Not for any other reason than seeing no need to have luxurious things just because he can.

That is, until he meets you. He texts you every day, gives you life updates, and happily receives yours. He’d fall into being a sugar daddy unintentionally, really. He sees how you stare into stores longingly, fingering at lavish materials as you pass by. The slight disappointment in your eyes as you know its not something you could ever afford. He will not stand for it. So, in the mall, he’ll pick up the $1K pair of shoes. He’ll drop $500 on a shirt for you. He has the money for it and its not like he spends for himself often.

There would be times where you’re in a financial crunch and you cry to him about rent and how you’ve picked up so many hours. His heart can’t handle the tears so he’ll give you the money and buy your groceries for a kiss. He would’ve kissed the stress away no matter what, but now he knows he’s helping you. He’s so proud that you’re working so hard.

Goshiki would like outfits. He’d buy maid costumes, playboy suits, all really high quality. He’s blushy when you wear them, but will happily indulge with the fattest grin. He knows your sizes in nearly everything and gives you so much praise when he sees you in his studio in one of them.

He’ll brag about you to others, arrogant that his baby is seriously the best. If there’s anyone to defend your honor with no question what so ever, it’ll be Goshiki. He walks with such a swagger with his arm around you and his chin held high. Even if you were wearing sweats, a sweatshirt, messy hair and two-day old makeup, he’d parade you around like you were a Goddess.

He goes on vacations with you to fancy places, spas, resorts, cruises, anywhere. Cute photos to frame in the end. He’d rent out a beach if you wanted it. Even remotely suggest to him sex on the beach and he’d hand you the drink as he bends you over.

Truly, you’d be this man’s pride and joy and he would shamelessly bend to your will. Probably would apologize for not doing it sooner, too.

And when you say you love him so sweetly, he soars. Every compliment sinks him deeper in love and he just needs to show it.

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booksforevermore13 · 3 years

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I know now

Summary: Harry heaved in a breath, and looked at her, this time seeing her for herself, and not the little girl he had gotten used to in his mind.

"I know now," he said.

And Lily smiled.

Read it on AO3 if you prefer.

...

"I learnt about fishes today." Harry heard Lily's voice and turned to look at her.

A smile tugged at his lips as he saw the small, though hazy figure of his daughter by the edge of the bed, red hair bundled on her head in an angry halo as she tugged her dress further down her knees.

One hand reached out beside him to find his glasses, flailing around when he felt a pair being gently put over his eyes. Harry kissed Lily's hands, brushing his beard against her palm and smiling as she giggled.

"Now, about the fishes," he started as Lily climbed up on the bed and crawled onto his stomach, Harry holding her by her side to keep her steady.

"I saw a movie today," she said, "about Dory. And Nemo. But I liked Dory the best," and Harry nodded, though he hadn't the slightest idea what she was saying. "Dory is blue in colour and she has yellow fins, like the yellow of the sun and she can breathe in water and make whale sounds, like this." She oohed and Harry laughed as she oohed until she lost her breath.

"Dory sounds good," he said seriously, lips set in a half-smile.

"I think she's really pretty. Even prettier than Mummy."

"Then I bet she's good."

"Mummy said so too. She said I was right."

Lily smiled triumphantly, and Harry smiled back, gently stroking her hair out of her bun. Lily hated her hair like that, but at three, it had grown past her shoulders, and Ginny had resorted to tying it every morning before school.

Lily didn't like that either.

"Daddy," she called now and Harry's eyes left her hair and settled on her.

"Hmm?"

"Can you make me Dory?"

"Make you - wait, what?"

Lily looked expectantly at him and he stared blankly back at her as he fumbled with what she said.

"Dory's a fish, Lils," he said after a while. "I don't think anyone can be Dory."

"But you can do anything," she protested. "And Mummy always says anyone can be anything they want."

And that was what Lily asked. Never an extra side of ice-cream or a piece of fudge in the middle of the night. A few months back, she'd asked him to turn her into a tiger. The month after, she'd wanted to be a princess. He'd agreed gladly to that, before she'd proposed he turn into a frog so that she could kiss him and he'd turn into a prince.

Now, it was Dory, the blue fish.

It seemed as if she took Ginny's advice most literally.

He was tempted to turn her down, at least the logical part of him did, but then he looked at her and saw the way she was staring at him, with that hopeful glint in her eyes and almost immediately knew she'd won.

She always did.

It wasn't a surprise when an hour later, when they looked into the mirror, they met with a disgruntled orange dad carrying his elated blue daughter, yet, both of them happy.

Dory and Nemo indeed.

...

"Think you can catch up, old man?" Lily said as she took off after the Snitch, her hair flying behind her, like her mother's had, years before. Harry watched with a smile as she flipped her broom in the air, hands steady as she shot off again in typical Weasley fashion. He had to warn her about that, but part of him — the part that defended his children from his wife after a poorly executed prank — knew she had it handled.

It was only after James had hollered at him to get moving, did he realize that he had to catch the Snitch too. "Sorry," he yelled as he took off behind Lily, searching for that familiar golden glint of light he'd gotten used to over the years before realising there wasn't any to follow.

He slowed down. A Wronski Feint, she'd been attempting and almost succeeded in pulling off.

She'd almost got him.

Almost.

"Why are you slowing down?" James yelled from his Keeper post as he dashed to block a Quaffle. Instead of kicking it away from him, he caught it, turned around and put it through the hoop.

Cheating it was, him playing Keeper and Chaser at the same time, but there were only four players, and his children were set on making it as realistic as possible.

Harry only smiled knowingly at James, the Dad-smile, the one that his children hated, before he heard Lily yell and took a sharp turn to face her.

She was holding something, something small and grinning widely and as Harry squinted, he saw a golden object in her fist, wings folded as it struggled against her grasp, a futile attempt to get out, as every Seeker knew.

"Wha—"

"Yes, Lily!" Albus yelled, before he even had a second to register his disbelief. He whooped and stuck out his tongue at James. "Take that, you oaf!"

"Oh, shut up," James muttered as his glare turned to Harry. "I swear Dad, if you took it easy on her—"

"I didn't!" Harry defended. "There - I thought - there wasn't any Snitch when I followed her!"

"What's she holding now, a trumpet?"

"Yeah I transfigured it into a Snitch," Lily said sarcastically from behind Harry and he could hear the distinct flutter of a Snitch caught. "Look around, you'll probably see the real one behind your shoulder.

Albus was laughing hysterically on his broom while they fought and Harry had a distinct feeling that there was something else going on between them three. He watched them for a few seconds, before turning to Lily.

"How did you do that?" he asked her, glancing yet again at the Snitch in her hand.

Lily shrugged, an arrogant smirk plastered on her face as her eyes gleamed with what he knew was glee. A smile made his way on his face as he took in her stance, one he'd seen many times before.

James yelled behind him, breaking through his reverie and Harry turned around, just barely catching him pass over a coin to his brother.

"You had bets?" he asked incredulously and Albus slipped the coin in his pocket with a sheepish grin.

"I thought that was obvious," Lily said flippantly from behind him and Harry frowned.

"What were you betting on?"

"Which of you'd catch the snitch first," James said, "thanks Dad. Really appreciate it."

"Your welcome," Lily piped in again and James glared at her. "What?" she defended, "everyone here knows I'm the only one here who can beat him."

"Bollocks."

"Yeah?" Lily mocked and Harry chuckled as he watched James rise up to the challenge, not long before they were yelling at each other, mostly led by James and Lily with the occasional comment from Albus that fuelled their entire brawl.

It'd take their mother to make them stop.

He laughed out loud when he saw Ginny walk outside with a chocolate covered spatula and brandish it at the three of them as she yelled something he couldn't hear.

He had been right.

Harry flew towards the ground, landing on his feet a few metres away from his wife. He smiled as he saw her turn to face him.

"Lily caught it," he announced, entirely unaware of himself and watched as Ginny smiled in amusement and turned away from him.

"Didn't expect that, did you?"

"Absolutely not."

They walked into the house, Ginny heading towards the kitchen and Harry following her. He watched her for a while as she bustled about, taking out the eggs from the fridge and flour from the cabinet, attempting to open the sugar with one hand before Harry did it for her.

"Where are they?" he asked after a second, noting the absence of his children hovering around the kitchen.

"The boys are upstairs," Ginny stated, "Lils said she'll be at Luna's. Said she had some work."

"Work?"

"Yes, well, we both know what work she actually has."

Ginny looked up at him, grinning. First year off at Hogwarts and Lily had stepped out the train with her three newly indicted friends, two of them being her cousins. The Marauders, they called themselves. The two years that had followed, they'd only grown closer, choosing to spend all their time together, Luna's house being their place.

Mostly because she never interfered.

Harry had only grown to notice the striking similarity they had to the original four.

"It's an acquired name, but I don't think they'll mind," Ginny said softly and Harry laughed, recognizing the words Lily had said the day she'd come back from Hogwarts.

"They won't," he agreed. "They'd be proud, actually."

He dipped one finger in the batter, laughing as Ginny swatted it off.

"Are you upset?" she teased as she continued mixing the batter with her spatula.

"About what?"

"Third time this week you couldn't catch the snitch" she pointed out and Harry laughed.

Five years ago, he'd been the one teaching Lily how to catch a snitch. How the roles had reversed.

"She's clever, I'll give you that," Harry said. "Though I can't fathom how she managed to hide the Snitch from me."

"She didn't," Ginny said with a smile. "I thought you of all people wouldn't fall for that."

"What do you mean?"

Harry waited for her answer but then frowned as he saw her smile fall.

"Nothing," she replied finally and sighed. "One day you'll realise she's more like you than you'll ever know."

He didn't know what Ginny was hinting at. It had become obvious over the months that he was struggling, reaching out to Lily. At fourteen, it seemed whatever he said, it wasn't enough to understand her. His own daughter was a mystery to him, and sometimes he envied Ron for the easy understanding he had with Rose.

"I don't get it," Harry muttered as he slipped her hands around Ginny's waist, bringing her back closer to his chest. He bent forward, pressing his lips below her ear and Ginny smiled sadly.

"I hope you don't mind getting flour on that shirt."

Harry didn't answer, and Ginny arched her neck to look at him. "You're going to tell me what you're thinking?" she asked, and he smiled down at her as he saw her eyes shrouded with concern. Even after all these years, she knew exactly what he was feeling, every time.

He shook his head and Ginny turned around, Harry's arms still around her.

"I don't know her anymore," he admitted. "Not like-not like I did back then." He sighed. "I don't think I even know what her favourite colour is now," he said, looking down at his wife.

"It's still green, I can tell you. Green like the forest—"

"After the rain," Harry finished and laughed.

He remembered when Lily had said that for the first time. She was three, her biggest fascination then, being his eyes. He remembered how she had begged him one day to change her brown eyes to his green, and he'd wondered why. Her eyes were the most exquisite ones he'd seen, exactly like her mother's, but apparently, the three year old thought differently. He'd taken her to the forest the next day and told her to choose a leaf, any leaf so that he could transfigure it to something she'd be able to keep with her always. He'd not expected her to choose the entire forest, and Harry had simply smiled then at the innocence with which she'd looked at him.

"She's going to be seventeen soon," he said finally. "She's not… my little girl anymore."

"Yet she still looks at you like she's three."

"And I hope that never changes."

...

Ginny was outside. He knew she could listen to each and every word he said. He looked across him at Lily, and then back at the ground again.

This was not for Lily.

She was not made for the Ministry. She was not supposed to be an Auror.

How was Ginny not seeing this?

How had she accepted it so easily?

Twenty-five years ago, when he'd walked into the Ministry, he'd vowed that things would change. They had to at that time.

Fifteen years later, he'd found himself vowing he'd not let his children suffer the same fate he had had. That he'd not let them become a pawn of the Ministry.

To his credit, he'd succeeded.

Three years ago, when James decided to become a Curse Breaker, he'd felt the relief that one felt after a hard job well done. One year later, when Albus claimed his dreams of becoming a Healer, he'd been satisfied. He had been so sure he'd saved them from a miserable future.

Harry had never expected his youngest to say those words.

"Dad," Lily urged now. "Dad."

Harry looked up from the floor, and met with his daughter's eyes, carrying a look he'd seen many times before. It was the look she had before she caught the Snitch, the one she'd had when she'd asked him to turn her into Dory so many years ago.

It was when she was unstoppable.

"How'd it come to this, Lils?" Harry asked. "Why an Auror? I always thought you wanted to play Quidditch. Like your mum."

What had gone wrong?

"That was when I was eleven, Dad," Lily said, and he had that unworldly feeling that he had let her down. "I'm seventeen now. I know what I want to do."

"No you don't, Lils," he said. "The Ministry isn't what it was before. It isn't—"

"You don't think I know that?" Lily said quietly, and he could see the anger flashing in her eyes.

She knew that. She'd known that for years now.

She'd been on the receiving side of it.

Four years back, when she'd needed help, the Ministry hadn't given it.

Four years back, when she'd been cornered by Dementors in broad daylight, the Ministry hadn't come to her rescue.

He remembered the muffled cries he'd heard from her room that night, cries she'd tried hard to suppress, but hadn't been able to. She'd been the witness to the work of a Dementor. An innocent Muggle being a victim. He knew she blamed herself. For not being able to produce a Patronus. For not being able to save a person who'd only ever tried to help.

He'd failed in protecting her.

And she'd paid the price.

Eleven years back and it had happened again.

She had a friend. Julian. He remembered him. When they were seven, they liked to play in the pond at the back of their house, pretending to be frogs turned into princes. He remembered how the cookies vanished when they were together, how the swing he'd tied to the poplar tree in their garden was reserved only for them.

That day Ginny had had to go out, so Lily had gone over to play with him.

Harry had always known his work would one day catch up with him.

Just never like this.

When he'd got that message from Ginny, her horse prancing around the room in a panicked gallop, he knew it had happened. When he Apparated into their house, Julian's parents were the first thing he saw. Lying on the floor, victims of the killing curse.

But nothing could have prepared him from what he saw upstairs.

Julian's body. His eyes gazing into the ceiling, his hands which had never stayed still before, lying limp on the ground. It was very much unlike the sandy-haired boy he'd grown accustomed to see during the weekends, sitting opposite to him in the kitchen as he helped himself to Ginny's pancakes.

Beside him, Lily lay on her mother's lap, sobbing into her shirt, but refusing to leave Julian's side. He could hear her incoherent cries, her mumbles as she repeated a phrase over and over again.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

And his heart broke, because his little girl had seen something no child should ever have to see.

Because she'd watched her friend die.

Because he'd failed again.

And she'd paid the price.

Lily knew the Ministry — better than even he did — how they chose whom to save, how they chose whom they forgot, their cases never to be heard of again. How the Ministry had slowly lost sight of what they were fighting for. How it was just a crumbling shell in the place of what it had once been.

And even though it was the most daunting thing he'd ever admitted to himself, deep down, he knew that Lily was wired to this. Just like he'd been at her age, this was what she knew she wanted to do.

But unlike him, he knew she'd succeed in what he failed.

And even though he didn't understand, he knew he didn't have a choice.

"I always thought you wanted to be a Quidditch player," he said, and Lily smiled, her eyes tired. As if she was tired of fighting for herself.

But he knew she still had fight left.

"I think you lost me there on the way," she replied finally and Harry smiled.

"Yeah. Yeah, I probably did."

"One day you'll realise she's more like you than you'll ever know."

He'd never understand, but he'd try.

He'd vowed he'd never let his children do the same mistakes he had, but perhaps, that vow had been more for him than it was for them. And in the end, he knew that him being an Auror had only fueled the fire he'd begun to see in his daughter.

Perhaps, him being an Auror hadn't been a mistake at all.

If that's what she wanted to be.

"You know, Dad," Lily said, and Harry, for a second there, saw a hint of fear in her eyes but didn't know what it was for. "I don't exactly need your permission."

"I know you don't."

"I'd just really like you to know."

Harry nodded, his green eyes glinting with unshed tears. Green like the forest a rainy day, she'd said. Green like his.

Because if there was one thing he'd always known about his daughter, it was that she knew him. That even when he'd lacked in being a father to her at times, she'd never lost sight of him.

Even when he hadn't listened to her present.

But he'd listen to her now. He'd do for her what he should have done years back.

Listen.

So he smiled because he'd lost her there, but never completely. Because she was his daughter. Because she was his to protect and let go.

Because she was more like him than he'd ever know.

Harry heaved in a breath, and looked at her, this time seeing her for herself, and not the little girl he had gotten used to in his mind.

"I know now," he said.

And Lily smiled.

...

Written for the Quidditch League Fanfiction Competition

Huge, huge thanks to my teammates for beta-ing!!

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