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Weasley Siblings Reacting To You Saying You Are Pregnant

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William ‘Bill’

“Excuse me-?” He was left practically speechless, when he picked up the onesie on his bedside table. A little blue thing, with the words To The Moon And Back. He was so full of emotions. Panic, excitement, horror, joy. Would the baby inherit his wolf tendencies? Would something go wrong, because of his bad blood? He was so scared. Would you be in danger, because of him? With his eyes turning to you, and seeing that excited smile, he couldn’t help but calm down. Teddy existed after all, didn’t he? He was as fine as he could be. The idea of holding his own little ball of joy. To see that orange hair, and watch you nurse. “I’m going to be a dad….” He trailed, with a smile. “I’m going to be a dad-“ He repeated, as he would hold the little sleep wear to his chest. Tears ran down his broken cheeks, as he kept reacting it. So full of pride. He’s going to be a dad, with you.

Charlie

“IM GONNA BE A DAD-!” He was screaming, bloody damn murder, as he was running around at the sanctuary. Screaming it with pride, as you chased after him. Just laughing, as the dragons would lift up their heads. “IM A DAD IM A DAD IM A DAD-!” He keeps roaring, as the dragons would tilt their heads. Watching their motherly figure jump for joy. Literally. “Charlie-!” You laughed, as he was just to full of excitement. Laughing, cheering, and crying. That’s when one of the older mothers would grab him by the collar. Yanking him into the air, before plopping him right next to you. As if to convey that he better step up now. That had you laugh, as he pouted at her. “I am I am-!” He said, before he was on his knees. Holding your belly. “I’m gonna be your daddy-!” He squealed, as he kissed it over. All the excitement getting the new borns curious, but those mothers made sure they didn’t get to close. Letting him have his moment. A new baby, to join the herd.

Percy

“You cannot be serious-“ Percy was blinking, as he had hardly taken two steps through the fire place. Just gotten off work, early for once, only to be surprised by you making a baby box. It was meant to be a surprise, and something you would give to him after dinner. Seems like he was still surprised, regardless. “Who had the baby this time-?” He asked, as he would set his belongings where they were designated. That had you snort, as it didn’t quite dawn on him yet. With the fact you didn’t say anything, he turned around. “Honey?” He asked again, as you keep smiling. Slowly, the gears turned, before he was left with his cloak dropped from his hands. It was him. He didn’t expect that. Was like the last one to join the family gang. He couldn’t help his worry. He didn’t exactly grow up to well. He wasn’t to well connected with his family, and only came around when it was almost to late. He didn’t want that to happen to his kid. To have such a divide. You could tell he was worried, and patted the seat next to you. He joined, and you would kiss his head. “Who do you wanna tell first?” You asked, as he held your hand. The name he said, reassured himself that this kid won’t have that tension. Not like what he made. “George is perfect.” Another kiss to his head, as the plans were made. A big and happy family.

Fred

The words barley left your lips, before you were tossed over his shoulder. As quickly as you were tossed, you were soon hearing the noise of the busy shop. "HEY EVERYONE!" He shouted, causing everyone to look up at one of the railings. George as well, with curious eyes all the same. "IM GONNA BE A DAD, AND GEORGE IS GONNA BE A UNCLE!" He cheered, and everyone was a roar of cheers as well. George was quick to drop what he was doing, and soon aparate next to him. "Put your damn mother to be down!" He laughed, as Fred finally set you down. All three of you in a warm, and tight, hug. "i'm gonna be a uncle!" George cheered, as you laughed. You had to wonder who was more excited for the baby. Your husband, or his twin? It did not matter to you. They were both so happy for this wonderful news. They just could not let you go, as they were just laughing in joy. Children. More children. What could make them hate that?

George

"Pregnant?" He whispered, as he almost looked like he would burst into tears. "I heard that right, didn't I?" He asked, as he felt over the scarred skin that was once his ear. You nodded, before you held up your hands. You could not grasp sign as fast as George did, but you knew the alphabet. P.R.E.G.N.A.N.T. Pregnant. He was soon tackling you, as he was sobbing into your shoulder. "I'm going to be a dad-" He sobbed, as you rubbed his back. Some joy, in his world of darkness. You had fallen pregnant, not long after the death of Voldemort. Made senes, since the stress was gone. For you, anyway. "Jellybean....If its a boy...." You would peck his cheek, and nod. "A boy, Fred. If a girl, Fredrick works as a beautiful middle name." You comforted, getting another hiccup in return. The world was moving on, but the world will not be forgotten. Fred lived on, and hes going to be your tiny terror. How excited you two were, for it.

Ron

“No-“ He gasped. “Really-? No-! Are you-? No-“ Was like he was trapped in a loop, as he now paced around your living room. Looking at you, before looking at his feet, then repeating. As if every time he made a full pace, he turned. You had to admit, was pretty adorable. Figured news like this would make your Auror husband short circuit a bit. You let him pace, with a smile. Just grinning, as he was trying to register it all. Suppose work fatigue makes anyone’s brain mush. Especially a job like his. You would watch him pace, until his brain was finally registering that YEP you are indeed pregnant. “Bloody hell….IM GONNA BE A DAD-!” His face was beaming, before he was stealing you into his arms. He was exhausted, but not tired enough to not huggle and cuddle. “We need to tells ‘Mione and Harry-! Oh those two will be so excited-!” He beams. Uncle Harry and Auntie Hermione. He was going to crush you, you swore, if he kept being so happy. “Blimey, guess that over time is finally coming in handy.” You hated his over time, but he had a point. Now you two had a secure start. That had you relax a little more. “Hope Harry doesn’t mine if I slow down on my career a little.” You would stroke his hair, and pecked his cheek. “He’s Harry. I’m doubtful he will be made you want to not be dead on a side walk, and leave me a single parent.” You snorted. “Yeah, probably doesn’t want history repeating.” Morbid, but point proven. “Gonna be a dad-“ He kept smiling, as he pulled you into his lap. Unable to stop holding you close. He was so happy, and you were all the same. Your family.

Ginny

“SHUT UP-!” She gasped, as she was looking towards the Quidditch stands. No way was she seeing what she was seeing. Your wife just won the first game of the season, and she was looking straight at you. In the VIP seats, and holding up a sign. I’m Pregnant. In bold and colorful letters, so she couldn’t miss it. “NO WAY-!” Ginny kept screaming, as her team mates looked over, as they were shaking hands with the enemy team. “What’s up?!” One of them asked. “IM GONNA BE A MUM-!” Ginny cheered, as that had all the broomstick flyers stare towards where her eyes looked. “CONGRATS-!” The enemy seeker said, with a clap. Good sportsmanship. “IM GONNA BE A MUM-!” What a way to start her quidditch season. The first win, and the fact she’s going to be a mom. “Well, go and fly over-!” A team mate smacked her back, and she wasn’t needed to told twice. The fans went nuts, with famous Quidditch Star Ginny Weasley was flying towards the stands. Right to you, and nearly tackling you down in the box. The fellow VIP seaters clapped for you two, as she planted a big kiss on you. Tears in the corner of her eyes, as she hugged you tightly. “You knew I would win, didn’t you?” She asked. “No, but I mean what better way to recover from a loss?” That had her smack your shoulder, but she was soon was wiping her eyes on her gloves. “Oh fuck, look at me. Crying like a girl-“ She joked, as she sniffled. She was so happy, and you were as well. She just couldn’t contain her joy. Her, you, and your own little precious snitch. What more could a girl want?

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everyonewooeverywhere · 9 days

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MDNI 18+ BLOG -> ageless blogs and minors WILL BE BLOCKED

pairing ✭ bf!san x gn!reader

synopsis ✭ San is always available. Especially on your bad days.

content/genre ✭ fluff, comfort (no angst really. reader just cries over unnamed stress)

word count ✭ 1k

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There was a soft knock at your door. You knew who it was, but you still couldn’t bring yourself to get off the couch. He had a key anyway.

“Y/n?” you heard from outside the door, “Can I come in?”

He always asked no matter how many times you told him he didn’t have to. He waited a few beats for your response that never came before you heard his keys jingle. You threw your blanket over your head when you heard the key slide into the lock and the door click open.

“Love?” The door closed behind him as he made it into the front room where you burrowed under your blanket on the couch. You felt him kneel down beside you and slowly lift the blanket off your head.

You were hit with the cold air of the apartment, but you kept your eyes closed. “Are you pretending to sleep?”

He poked your cheek, “I know you’re not asleep, y/n.”

You groaned and threw a hand over your eyes, “Sannie…”

“I’m here, angel,” he said, peeling your hand from your face to kiss your knuckles.

Opening your eyes finally, you looked to see your lovely boyfriend looking at you softly. His eyes lit up slightly when they met yours. “Hi, how are you?”

You open your mouth to tell him, but just trying to recollect your awful day made your eyes start watering. You try to keep the tears back by keeping your eyes on the ceiling above you but they pool up at your waterline.

You can’t look him in the eyes or you know the tears will fall faster. You don’t want him to pity you. Just the thought of him feeling bad for you makes you sick to your stomach. He shouldn’t have to coddle you like this. You’re not a child. You’re an adult for fucks sake. It shouldn’t be this hard for you to recover from a bad day.

But when you feel his arm slip under your upper back, you let him lift you up. He slides onto the couch behind you and pulls you into his chest. Softly playing with your hair and rubbing your back. He tells you that it’s okay to cry. Even though he knows you hate crying in front of other people, he encourages you to let it out. Never once does he pressure you to give him the details of your day.

You bury your face in his chest as you cry. It’s hard not to feel bad at the wet spot on his shirt even though he’d tell you that you never have to feel bad for something so small. Your tears are hot, though, as they fall from your eyes. Pouring out uncontrollably because of how long you’d held them in.

It hurts San’s heart to see you like this. As much as he wants to be strong for you and as bad as he wants you to think that he’s unfazed by your outpour of emotion, he wishes he could take it all away. He’d keep all of you anxieties and heartaches on himself if he could. Seeing you so overwhelmed and falling apart on top of him is really hard for him to handle, but he stays strong for you. Because he knows that’s what you need.

When he notices that you’ve stopped crying, he lets you stay on his chest for a few more moments, running his fingers through your hair. Slowly, and after several minutes of silence, you push yourself off of his chest. You let his thumbs wipe the tears from your cheeks. You smile softly at his gesture, “I love you, Sannie.”

He smiles and kisses you on the forehead. “I love you too, y/n.”

Everything else went unsaid but was fully understood. He knew that it meant everything to you that he had showed up for you. And you knew that his love and devotion ran deeper than either of you could really understand.

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When San finally got you off the couch, he’d encouraged you to take a shower. He made sure to order food before he took his time to pick up your apartment a little bit. You had been so overwhelmed with work and family stuff that you didn’t really have any motivation to do laundry or keep your apartment tidy. But he knew how much a cluttered space just added to your anxiety.

He picked up the loose clothes scattered around your bedroom and put them in the wash hoping he’d be at least able to get through some of your laundry before he left. In the kitchen he washed your dishes and put them all away before grabbing your trash and taking it out to the dumpster.

Pushing the door you your apartment back open, he found you seated on the counter. Dressed in a fuzzy pair of pajama pants and an old t-shirt. When you saw him, you opened up your arms for him. He smiled and wrapped you in his own arms.

“You’re doing okay. You know that, right?” He whispered into your hair. You hesitated but nodded.

You took a deep breath, “Thank you for always being here, Sannie.”

He pulled away from your hair, still holding tight to your waist, “Of course. I’m here for you always. You know that.”

You smiled at him, “You didn’t have to do my laundry, though.”

Raising an eyebrow, he asked, “Are you complaining?”

“No,” you laughed, “you can come over here every day if your gonna always do my laundry.”

“Baby I have a key. I can come over whenever I want,” he teases. Though, you both know he never comes over without checking in with you first.

You giggled and leaned into him, kissing him softly. He smiled at you with his eyes when he pulled away. “Will you spend the night?” You ask, cupping his face in your hands, running your thumbs over his cheekbones.

“Of course,” he leaned into your touch, “I can tell everyone I’ll be a little late tomorrow.”

Shaking your head you said, “No, baby, you don’t have to do that.”

He reached into his back pocket to grab his phone, “Too late. I’m already doing it.”

You poked him in the chest, “Fine, but you have to go before noon.”

“Are you kicking me out?”

“No. You just can’t always skip work for me.”

He kissed you on the cheek, “I’m always available for you. Work can wait.”

#san x reader #san fluff #choi san x reader #choi san fluff #san #choi san #ateez x reader #ateez fluff #ateez #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #san scenarios #san imagines #choi san scenarios #choi san imagines

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hrts4scarr · 3 months

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 (kr7) 𝐱𝐨 ୧˚

★ requested﹕yes/no — summary﹕in which you share chocolate, childhood memories and maybe a few kisses — warnings﹕another shit ton of pure fluff, crying but not necessarily angst, google translated finnish, probably not well proof read, kissing (gagg!!), childhood best friends to lovers, family friends, use of 'y/n,' tell me if there's any i missed!! — pairing﹕kimi raikkonen 7 x reader — w/c﹕600+ ★ start a/n﹕hihii! second fic with my fav retired driver. i srsly dont see enough fics with him, so i decided to try to write my own. im so busy with schoolwork n i should be doin it rn buuuuuuuut i couldn't get this idea out of my head 🤭🤭 ౨ৎ 𝑫𝑻 (tag list) ;; none yet but open :)

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౨ - 6 yrs old - ৎ

Little Kimi stood over you as you cried on the floor of your bedroom after you hurt your hand from drawing.

"Y/n?" Kimi crossed his arms.

You sniffle, trying to stop the tears. "..yes, Kimi?"

"Do you like Kit Kats?" You nod in answer, a little confused as to why he might be asking that.

Kimi takes out something from his pocket. "Have a Kit Kat." He takes off the wrapper, breaking the Kit Kat in half. He offers one Kit Kat piece to you. You hesitate before taking the Kit Kat, giving it a small bite.

Kimi sits in front of you in a criss-cross, placing his Kit Kat on the wrapper that layed on the floor next to him. He takes your hurt hand, giving it a little kiss. You wipe your tears with a smile.

"Better?" Kimi asks, a little softer in tone this time.

"Better." You nod, smiling widely. Kimi gives you a small smile, taking a bite of his Kit Kat.

౨ - 11 yrs old - ৎ

You watched from the sofa as Kimi walked into the pantry after a long day of karting. He came out with an unwrapped Kit Kat in his hand.

"Hi, Kimi-Kat." You say, going back to watching the TV.

Kimi tilts his head at you, visibly confused, his eyebrows furrowed. "'Kimi-Kat,' huh?" He asks curiously, in his usual monotone voice.

"Your favourite chocolate, Kit Kat + Kimi = Kimi-Kat!" You giggle from your seat.

You couldn't see it, but Kimi smiled. "Only you're allowed to call me that, then."

౨ - 22 yrs old - ৎ

Kimi throws off his racing suit as he enters your room, shutting the door behind him. You look up from your book as you sat on your bed.

"Bad race?" You ask softly, patting the seat next to you. Kimi flops down next to you.

"Yeah." He mumbled in response, looking at the ceiling as he layed on the bed.

You take something from your snack stash, taking the wrapper and cracking the chocolate in half. "Have a Kit Kat."

Kimi looks at you, then the chocolate in your hand. He gives you a small smile.

"What?" You look at him curiously, the Kit Kat pieces still held out in your hand. "I'll take both pieces if you don't want it. You always give me Kit Kats when I have a bad day. I should return the favour."

Kimi's small smile turns into a grin. He doesn't say anything, but he takes one Kit Kat piece and bites it. You smile at him, placing a bookmark in your book and putting it on your bedside table.

"Better?" You ask softly.

"Mm." He responds, finishing his Kit Kat.

You raise your eyebrows. "What's that supposed to mean, Kimi-Kat?"

"I'm better. Ish." He shrugs.

"Kimiiii, what can I do to make it better?" You furrow your eyebrows, pushing some of his hair so you can see his face.

"A kiss."

A kiss?

You can't help but blush.

"Does the look on your face mean I can't get a kiss and my day can't get better?" Kimi smirks at you.

"Asshole. C'mere, Kimi-Kat." You wrap your arms around his neck, your lips meeting in a gentle manner.

Kimi grins against your lips, placing his arms around your waist as he let's you tackle him.

His tongue slides in, both of you tasting the sweet chocolate on eachothers lips.

A few moments later, you pull apart, looking into eachothers eyes. "I love you as much as I love Kit Kats." You giggle.

"I love you as much as anything, kultaseni." Kimi responds with a happy sigh. 'sweetheart'

chocolate love ; fin.

☆ end a/n﹕working on a better cover for fics once im free of school work! have a good day/night, angels <3

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spaceyaceface · 10 months

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I just discovered your blog from your fake dating story and I am in love with everything you have written! I would like to request one if you are open to writing it. Sebastian and f!mc’s relationship is at a standstill after a big fight. Rumors floating around the castle that they have broken up, a student who fancies MC takes his chance to flirt and ask MC on a date. MC hesitantly, like she’s unsure, claims she’s with Sebastian. He does not believe her, perhaps because MC does not believe it herself. Possessive!Sebastian appears.

AHHHH thank you so so much, you're wonderful anon! This was such a fun one to write---I really enjoy Possessive!Seb haha, I hope you enjoy it! Thanks so much for the request!

Sebastian Sallow x f!MC/Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Possessive!Seb, Andrew Larson being rude, making out lol

She and Sebastian had fought before, but never like that.

What made it worse is she knew it was all her fault. It had started out like many of their disagreements—she had been late coming back from the Forbidden Forest, and was a bit banged up. Sebastian, as always, had waited up for her. He’d made a habit of doing that, always telling her he’d be unable to sleep until she was safe. Most of the time, she would let him worry over her for a few minutes, heal whatever wounds the Wiggenweld had missed, and then kiss goodnight. But that night, everything had been too much.

She had failed to save the puffskeins she’d been fighting to save. A quick cast of Depulso had caught her just at the worst moment, sending her flying back into a cliffside. As she crumpled to the ground, the poachers had grabbed their loot and aparated away. So when Sebastian fussed over her—and that time she didn’t even have anything worthwhile to show for it—she snapped.

How she wished she could take back the words she’d said to him. What she wouldn’t give for a time turner to slap some sense into her past self. She accused him of being too controlling, of telling her what she could and couldn’t do (that was completely false—he’d always let her go where and when she wanted, as long as he let her know). Then he fired back that perhaps he’d allowed her too much freedom, had she been hit so hard she’d lost her bloody mind? It only escalated from there. It ended with her storming out of the room, without even a hint of remorse.

Oh, how she felt it now.

It hit her as she curled up in bed, staring up at the ceiling as her anger cooled. The tears flooded her alongside the regret. She had said some horrible things. What if he couldn’t forgive her?

She didn’t sleep that night. Or the night after that. Or any for the several days that followed.

Because when she had gone to apologize that morning, she… couldn’t. It wasn’t that she was stubborn or wanted him to say sorry first—it was fear that he wouldn’t accept her apology, that she had permanently ruined things between them. Maybe that fight would finally make him realize how much better he could do than her.

So she didn’t approach him. And he didn’t approach her. For an agonizing week they went on in silence. She could swear she felt his eyes on the back of her head, but when she turned, he would be talking to someone else. For as much as she stared, longing to see that lop-sided smirk she knew so well, he didn’t turn her way. It was awful.

And now there were rumors—rumors that she didn’t know what to do with. People began to whisper that they’d broken up, that the Hero of Hogwarts was back on the market. It made her sick to her stomach. She didn’t want to be with anyone but Sebastian, and the thought of them not being together—well, it tore her apart.

What made it even worse was Andrew Larson trying to take his chance with her.

Throughout the week, he began to make sly remarks in class about how wonderfully she had performed the spells. He walked with her, even offering to carry her books, which she nearly scoffed at. Every time he said something like that, she couldn’t help but glance at Sebastian, seeing if it would garner any reaction from him. He never said anything or stepped in, but she could see the way his jaw tensed—it gave her a bit of hope that perhaps there was still something there for them.

It all came to a head nine days after her and Sebastian had fought. She was in the courtyard, studying—normally she would have gone to the library, but Sebastian was usually there that time in the evening. She read through the pages of her textbook, trying her best to get lost in the pages. Evidently, it worked; she hadn’t heard Andrew Larson’s footsteps as he had approached her.

The clearing of his throat startled her from her reading, and she looked up at him. There was a smile on his face–-one that filled her with much more dread than it should have.

“Can I help you?” she asked.

“In a way, I suppose,” he said.

She frowned. “Well then, what is it?”

“I was wondering if you would join me on a trip to Hogsmeade tomorrow.”

Her heart dropped. She hadn’t once played into his attempts at flirting—never showed any sign she felt that way towards him, yet he still had the gall to ask her out?

She stood, starting to gather her things to get out of there as quickly as possible. “No, thank you, Andrew.”

“And why not?”

“You know full well I—” her throat felt suddenly dry. Her voice came out weaker as she continued. “I’m… with Sebastian.”

Andrew let out a laugh, one that made her stomach churn. “Oh, please. You two haven’t even looked at each other in a week. It couldn’t be more clear you’ve gone your separate ways. I promise I’m an excellent candidate to get you back into dating.”

“We haven’t broken up,” she said. But it sounded like she was trying to reassure herself more than anything. “We just…” Just what, she thought.

Andrew seemed to read her thoughts and made a strange attempt at a reassuring smile. “It’s alright. I promise I can help that little broken heart of yours.”

“You won’t be doing anything of the sort, Larson.”

She whirled around toward the familiar voice. Her heart fluttered at the expression on his face. He wore a deep scowl, lip curled slightly from disgust. His eyes were dark and menacing.

It was pretty hot.

His wand was clenched in his hand, and she couldn’t really find it in herself to tell him to calm down.

Andrew didn’t seem nearly as phased as he should have been. She had seen looks like that cross Sebastian’s face before, and it never ended well for the person on the receiving end of his fury. Instead of running like a sensible man might do, Andrew stood his ground, arms crossed. “Oh really? And why is that, Sallow?”

“Because she’s mine.”

The way he practically growled the word sent shivers down her spine.

Andrew narrowed his eyes. “She didn’t seem too sure about that just a moment ago. Maybe she needs the chance to see what she’s missing out on.”

And suddenly Sebastian’s dark and angry eyes were on her, and he was stepping closer, and some instinct in the back of her head warned her to run, but of course she won’t, not from Sebastian, never from Sebastian—and then his lips crashed into hers, his hands on either side of her face, and she felt like she would combust on the spot—

He’s kissed her before, too many times to count. There kisses stolen between classes, when he insisted he just could resist her lovely smile, kisses in private, where he let his lips linger and part until they were overtaken with laughs and smiles . Kisses that were passionate, hungry, leaving her aching with a strange need. None of them held a flame to this.

Her arms lift to wrap around the back of his neck, pulling herself closer to the heat of his mouth. One of his hands left her face to pull her hips to his, and he took advantage of the gasp that parted her lips, letting himself taste her even more deeply.

It was ghastly. Indecent. Provocative. Heavenly.

She was barely aware of all the students that cleared themselves out of the courtyard (though not after a good moment of gawking at the sight). Andrew Larson stomped away among them. Finally, the pair broke apart, gasping desperately for the shared air between them. It was a good few minutes before either of them had the mind to talk.

“I’m sorry,” Sebastian said. His voice was husky in a way that made her want to reclaim his lips, but she knew she could wait until they got some things settled.

“You better not be referring to that kiss,” she breathed out. “Because that was… it was…”

He chuckled, placing a soft kiss on the tip of her nose, a stark contrast to their ministrations mere moments ago. “Oh believe me, I’m not sorry for that one bit. It seemed to get the message to Larson pretty well, too.”

She blushed, the realization that they had more than just a handful of witnesses to that scene hitting her. But she shook the thought. “Then you better not be saying sorry for our stupid fight, either.”

Sebastian’s brows furrowed. “Am I not supposed to apologize for fighting?”

“Not when you did nothing wrong,” she sighed, burying her head in the crook of his neck. “It was all my fault. I was frustrated and I took it out on you. I’m sorry.”

“I still could have come to talk to you this whole time,” he said. “But I didn’t. Thought maybe you’d be better off without me.”

She nearly laughed at that. “That’s silly. I was thinking you were better off without me.”

“Then maybe we can agree that both of those thoughts are ridiculous.”

She pulled her face up to look at him. “I love you, Sebastian. And I promise if we ever fight again, I’m not going to be an idiot.”

“I’m not sure I can promise the same.”

She laughed, and he grinned at the sound. One week had been much too long without it.

He bit his lip a bit. “I um… I’m sorry I sort of… lost control over Larson.” His gaze trailed away from hers.

She blushed. “Don’t be. It was hot.”

His eyes widened as they met hers once again. “Hot?”

She gave a small nod. “Yes. What was it you said? I’m yours?”

His grip on her tightened as he grinned down at her. “And don’t you forget it.”

“I think I could use another reminder, if you don’t mind.”

He didn’t mind at all.

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian x reader #sebastian x mc #sebastian sallow x you #hogwarts legacy #request

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pedgito · 1 year

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need a dacryphilia oneshot bc that answer you gave the other day still haunts me

author’s note: babe, it’s haunts me too. i hope this makes up for it…or haunts you further, whichever hehe

cw: 18+ (minors dni), dacryphilia, multiple orgasms, fingering, unprotected sex, light praise, short but dirty i’m sorry

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Eddie had never been sure about what he liked—or loud about it even; it took him time to play the field and find out what worked and what didn’t. But, what he does discover is how open he is to almost anything, even the more obscure things that made him feel shy— almost embarrassed.

He liked being rough occasionally, the thought of throwing you around playfully, bending you to his will, hearing your desperate whine for relief—it was just as good as the slow sex, the languid strokes and lack of urgency in the way he kissed you, fucking you for as long as possible until you were both mere seconds from sleep.

He loves the intimacy of it—sex, relationships, the intense eye contact he held when he laid down in bed with you at night, whether it would lead to anything or not, he could stare, for hours. And it was never hard to stare right back, his soft doe eyes holding so much inside them. It made you wonder what was rattling around in his head all day and what calmed it in moments like this, his fingers tracing softly against the line of your jaw, dragging back and forth lazily.

And it makes him feel ashamed when he can’t hold back his arousal when he looks over at you on the couch one night, a sobbing mess from some terrible rom-com you had talked him into watching. He brings his knees up, adjusting himself sneakily as to avoid your curious gaze. It was wrong, so wrong—it’s what he kept telling himself.

You were sad and all he could think about was making you have the same reaction, though varying emotions, but a sobbing mess underneath him nonetheless. He feels horrible in the moment, but a few nights later it all clicks.

“Come on, one more.” He coos, lips pressed flush against your ear as he glances down, his two middle fingers buried inside you, grazing so effortlessly against the spot that had you seeing stars, body tingling from overstimulation, “For me, baby?”

“I can’t,” You reply breathlessly, eyes squeezed shut as you shook your head, gasping as he pulled out his fingers without warning, pressing them firmly over your clit, the slickness of you making the friction unbearable, “Eddie.”

He can’t tell if it’s a beg or a plea, but judging by the way your eyebrows pull together and almost melt into one, hands gripping desperately at the sheets underneath you, you were already almost there again.

“You can,” He encourages, “I wanna see that beautiful face fall apart again, wanna hear those sounds—fuck, you sounds so pretty when you come.”

And you do feel it, but it’s a horrible ache that breeches and quickly fades, your body fighting that urge because of exhaustion. You can’t focus, can’t think, and Eddie can see it written all over your face.

“It’s too much—“ You reply brokenly, eyes watering from Eddie’s persistence, your hand searching for his wrist, gripping it tight in desperation. It wasn’t that you couldn’t handle it—you could, but Eddie had to find a way to coax you over that mental block. The tears flow without you realizing, eyes opening to look up at him.

You’ve never seen that reaction before—and maybe he senses he’s done something wrong, crying during sex or anything of the like wasn’t exactly ideal. For you, it’s always related to negativity. You’ve never cried from happiness or excitement, never from exhaustion or overstimulation like this.

“I’m sorry, nothing’s wrong—“ You quickly tell him, but he doesn’t even acknowledge, dragging his finger up to wipe away the tears.

“Feels that good, doesn’t it?” He gloats, rubbing over your cunt gently, causing a sharp gasp to slip from your mouth, eyes still locked on his, “Go on, sweetheart. Cry about it.”

It’s what he wants—he wants you to fall apart so he can put you back together. And right now, you want nothing more. But, his hands just aren’t enough.

“Need you inside me,” You beg, fingers slipping back the hem of his pants that hung loose around his hips, brushing against the soft patch of hair that started as his navel and led down, his hard cock pressing firmly against his jeans, “please, Eddie?”

Eddie grins salaciously, pulling away without question. He strips himself immediately, your body laying slack from all the energy that had been drained from you; though still, the view was great. Eddie climbs back onto the bed carefully, hand slipping behind your bag to urge you forward.

“I’m too tired,” You complain, “I can’t.”

Eddie nods encouragingly, “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll do most of the work.”

You couldn’t really argue, letting him lead you over his lap as he settled himself against the wall, sitting upright and settling you down carefully, sliding into you with ease, though it’s overwhelming, mouth falling open in a soundless gasp as he leans your against him, one hand wrapped firmly around your back and the other on your hip.

“Look at me,” Eddie demands, “wanna watch you come, okay?”

As if that was possible. You nod wearily, forcing your eyes open, admittedly half-lidded with how exhausted you were.

“Don’t hold back, either.” He tells you, “Let it out, baby.”

The pace is harsh too, not at all the soft strokes that you’re more accustomed to—whatever devious plan Eddie had concocted, it was working. The tears flow again easily, almost instantly. It’s exactly what Eddie wants, for you to enjoy that overwhelming feeling and let it happen. He lifts your pliant body, face held close to your chest as he peered up at you, lips grazing your neck, hot breath cascading down.

“That’s right,” Eddie says, feeling a little cocky, “only I can make you feel this good.”

You nod dumbly, fingers digging into his hair as you tugged slightly, Eddie’s eyes glinting in the low light. He smirks.

“Say it, sweetheart. Who makes you feel this good?”

“You,” You reply softly, attempting to wipe at your tear stained face, but Eddie’s hand catches your wrist, giving you a subtle shake of his head, “it’s you.”

“Fuck, I don’t deserve you.” Eddie confesses, feeling his own orgasm on the rise, the emotion on your face feeding into that primal urge he had, the prior shame nowhere to be found.

You can’t respond, his hand slipping between you to rub at your swollen bundle of nerves—Eddie knows what he wants, he knows that you want it too, and he’s determined.

“Just relax,” He soothes, “It’s just two, what’s one more, baby?”

And it hits you hard, teetering on the edge of blacking out as your eyes fall shut, squeezing the tears from your eyes as you sobbed again, falling against Eddie for support.

He comes almost immediately after, thrusts slowing to a stop as he runs at your back, groaning softly through it. He’s never been loud necessarily, unless he’s purposely trying to put on a show. This feels deeper than any sex you’ve had with him prior, feeling like you had just laid your entire mind and body out to him, his soft encouragements being the reason you felt so transcendent right now, heaving in slow, heavy breaths.

“Are you okay?” He asks after a while, rubbing gentle patterns into your back. “Was that too much?”

“God, no,” You sigh, “That was—it was so fucking good, Eddie.”

He chuckles softly, adjusting you slightly until he could pull out, helping you settle beside him on the bed, both of you too tired to stand. He rubs gently at your eyelids, eyes falling shut. They were irritated from the crying, puffy around the edges.

“Is that your thing now?” You ask playfully, “Making me cry?”

Eddie grins wide, a small laugh coming out.

“As long as it’s the good kind.” Eddie assures you, “Only the good kind.”

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Turn back the hands of time. [Weasley twins x Reader]

Title: Turn back the hands of time.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader, (George Weasley x Reader later)

Timeline: Set six months after Fred’s Death.

Summary: What if you got the gift of time just to relive a moment with your deceased beloved one more time?

Warnings: Fred does the big sleep. Death. Grief, tears, emotional trauma. Use of a time turner (setting my own rules here). Mentions of marriage and kids. So much pain. McGonagall being a queen. Reader is implied Gryffindor.

I apologise, this one hurts. 🥀

The six months that had passed since the love of your life died had been the most intolerable, excruciating months of your life. Nothing brought you comfort anymore; every single thing in your life was attached to memories of him, bittersweet and painful memories you were forced to relive each and everyday by simply existing. Each day from the second you woke you were reminded of the painful fact that you had to carry on living whilst he couldn't. There was no future for you anymore, no more dreams of small weddings and long honeymoons, no blessings of little ones or fantasies of being an author, holed up in a small little cabin hidden away in the forest like you'd always planned with Fred.

He would aparate into the shop each day and you would have a home office with a big, fancy writing desk placed directly in front of a large window to view the scenery around you as you wrote. After closing the shop and settling up for the night, Fred would return home and you'd cook together, spending evenings on the decking under twinkling lights as you appreciated your simple life. You'd had it all planned out in fine detail, the future you were no longer destined to have.

George was naturally devastated too, utterly broken by the loss of his twin brother. You two, being the closest people to Fred, had found just a smidge of comfort in each other initially but over time Fred's loss had built a wedge between you both, each of you only serving as a reminder of what you had both lost.

You'd not only lost your soulmate but also your best friend along the way and the family that had taken you in and loved you as one of their own.

You'd pulled away from them all the same week of Fred's funeral, finding it unfathomably hard to be around them all, the missing piece constantly highlighted in the sea of familiar red hair.

A good day for you these days meant accomplishing something as mundane as showering or eating some sort of meal. You knew you'd lost weight, the clothes you always wore hung off your body now the same way Fred's clothes used to. But you couldn't seem to stomach anything, the lingering pain and grief creating a sickness in you that couldn't be soothed.

The pain never truly ever left you but it did come in waves. Most the time is was like a background noise, a constant humming that ran through you like a curse but sometimes it was panic inducing pain, taking away your ability to breathe and function as haunting sobs wracked your body until you were crippled with agony, regret and hopeless longing.

You'd had a good day, as far as they went, managing to crawl out of bed and into the shower before trying to distract yourself with some muggle tv when a simple letter, delivered by owl, took your breath away once more.

Dear y/n,

I hope this letter finds you well, my thoughts have been with you each and every day since the battle. In Dumbledore's honour, we are conducting a memorial for the fallen and I would like to personally invite you to celebrate in the life of the loved ones we have lost. Fred's life will be celebrated by his staff, friends, family and fellow students as we pay respect to their bravery and sacrifice.

I would be honoured if you would join us.

With profound sympathy,

Minerva Mcgonagall.

You couldn't breathe again, tears streaming down your face as you read the letter through misty eyes, having to blink away the tears constantly to refocus your vision.

You didn't want to go. Your initial instinct was to burn the letter and hide from it, isolating yourself further and further until no one of your past life could ever find you again, lest contact you by owl. But you couldn't do that to Fred. He deserved everyone he loved and that loved him to celebrate his life, to tell stories of his triumphs and notorious endeavours in his time at Hogwarts. You couldn't be selfish this time, not for your Fred.

——

As you stepped into the all too familiar castle alone, you felt a dichotomy of feelings barrage you all at once. This had been your home since you were 11 years old, the place where you finally had a sense of belonging, where your best memories had been made, the place that you had met and fell in love with Fred Weasley and the place he'd died.

The castle had undergone extensive repairs and looked better than ever since the destruction from the war. Walking through the halls you felt both soothed and conflicted, the trembling of your hands never once leaving as you anticipated seeing everyone again.

"Y/n/n?" A familiar voice called from behind you, making your eyes close momentarily from the pain in their voice. You turned to see Ginny stood there, staring at you with a worried look on her face. She looked well, pretty, in sharp contrast to you.

"How?" She began to say as she walked towards you, thinking better of the statement before throwing her arms around you, "I'm so glad you're here."

You hummed a reply, already feeling an invisible weight tugging at you as you held your friend, the sister in law you'd once anticipated.

"Everyone's through here," she says, taking you by the hand as she led you towards the great hall, before you could protest. Your stomach roiled with nerves as you tried to keep your eyes down, not ready to see everyone again.

"Y/n?" A voice called out, the tone of shock and worry so intricately laced in the maternal tone it was hard to hear it. Molly. You raised your eyes just in time to see her move quickly towards you and embrace you tightly, the all too familiar smell of her and their home encasing you entirely. You bit your lip hard to stop the tears from falling, already succumbing to your overwhelming emotions as hard as you tried to deny them. Each Weasley took the time to give you a warm hug, even Arthur who had cradled you in his arms surprisingly tight.

When the last hug didn't come, you looked up with tear stricken eyes towards the body that had made no effort to walk towards you, George. He looked just as haunted as you, tired and frail as he looked upon you with sad eyes, tears silently falling down his face. You stared at each other for a moment, unsure of how to proceed until your lip quivered and a small sob escaped you. George rushed forward and pulled you straight into his chest, neither of you caring about the tears and sobs that fell from you both, too fixed upon each other to give a single care about the onlookers.

"I'm so sorry," you both said at exactly the same time, earning a little chuckle from you both at the ridiculousness of it all.

You and George never left each others side the entire time, clutching hold of each other's hand as you navigated the painful memories and eulogies, each giving a squeeze intermittently to let the other know that you were still there.

Mcgonagall had called you away some time before the official memorial had began, walking with you towards the office she now held that was once Dumbledore's. George had reluctantly dropped your hand with a quiet, frantic whisper that you'd better be back soon.

"It's good to see you y/n," she says, gesturing for you to step towards the desk. You'd always felt a kinship with you previous head of house, both of you having a flair for transfiguration and underneath the sometimes harsh exterior, she had a wicked sense of humour.

"You too professor," you replied, trying to force an honest smile onto your face, not having used those muscles in months.

"Oh professor," she laughs, "call me Minerva," you says, scandalised at the notion of you calling her professor. You smiled warmly, this time not having to force the smile, feeling surprisingly comforted by her.

"You know, I always knew you and Mr Weasley would become an item, right from the day he turned your water goblet into a rock," she smiled, taking her seat as she gazed up at you fondly, "I am so sorry for your loss."

You chuckled at the memory, for once not feeling complete anguish at the thoughts of you and Fred. It was your first transfiguration class and you'd been tasked with turning your pets into water goblets as every first year is expected to do. You'd succeeded first try and Fred had then turned said water goblet into a small rock before your very eyes. To his surprise you had barked out a laugh instead of cursing him out for the ridiculous prank and you'd been firm friends with both the twins ever since. Only in your third year did you begin to catch real feelings for him and by your fourth year you were completely smitten. Before fifth year began, just before the Weasley's trip to Egypt, you were officially dating, finally saying I love you and the rest was history, never parting from each other once you'd found your person. You'd attended the yule ball together, been hand in hand for every task, even as the twins gambled their way through the games. You'd spent hours upon hours inventing, perfecting and packaging their inventions with them and had been been included every step of the way in designing and opening the store. You smiled in pure nostalgia as Mcgonagall's comment triggers a pool of memories for you.

"I've never told anyone this, except for Albus, but when I was a young woman, I lost the love of my life too," she says, bringing you back to the present. You look at her with a sympathetic look though with wide eyes, shocked by her revelation. "He didn't die so it's not exactly the same but he might as well have." Her eyes begin to cloud over as you can see painful memories coming to the forefront of her mind.

"I was a much younger woman then, having graduated from Hogwarts and securing a position in the ministry, the department of magical law enforcement. Before I left for London, I returned home and met a local farm boy, a muggle. Fred Weasley reminded me a great deal of him, perhaps that's why his passing has been so hard for me aswell. He was handsome, clever and so terribly quick witted he even gave me a run my money".

You huffed out a little laugh, knowing how fierce and funny she could be underneath the professional exterior. She sent you a warm smile as you listened intently to her story.

"He proposed not long after our whirlwind summer, right in the middle of a ploughed field owned by his father. I didn't hesitate for a second and said yes straight away, blindsided by love. After I'd accepted, I realised that the future I would be creating for myself would cut me off from the Wizarding world completely, just as my mother had when she married my father. I realised I couldn't live a life the only place I felt like I belonged, having to lock my wand away for ever, unhappily drifting through a life in which I'd rejected the gift I'd been given. Three days later I left for London alone though I never stopped loving Dougal."

"What happened to him?" You asked quietly, not wanting to upset her. She sighed in return, looking down at the desk.

"My mother informed me years later that he married the daughter of another farm owner in Caithness, I never heard anything else after that."

"I'm so sorry Minerva," you said honestly, feeling a tightness in your chest at hearing her story. Truthfully it had been your own form of distraction from your own pain and you were immensely thankful for that.

She sent you a sad smile, nodding her head gently as she looked up at you.

"You're probably wondering why I told you all of this," she says with a smile. Before you can protest, she raises her hand warmly like a mother would and smiled, "I have two points to sharing this personal story with you. The first, is that time truly does heal wounds. You may feel as if you will never be rid of this pain, not knowing how to go on or feeling as if you don't want to, and that my dear is perfectly understandable but every month will get easier, every year you will begin to feel less pain and more pleasant nostalgia until you find a version of yourself that had bloomed from the pain."

Your eyes had filled with tears again at her kind words. Something in her tone made you truly believe that this was true and that you did have a chance of healing eventually, but nothing was comforting enough to immediately relieve the pain, nor set your mind at ease.

"The second, is a gift of sorts," she says, reaching into the top drawer of her desk which she unlocks with a wave of her wand. You frowned gently, not knowing how to respond as she pulls out a little wooden box. She casts another spell and the box opens with an intricate unravelling of the wooden box.

Your breath catches in your throat at you recognise the contents immediately; the time turner that Hermione had been given by Dumbledore all those years ago.

"I'm sure you remember this, as I believe yourself and miss Granger made excellent use of this in your third and fifth respective years." You could do nothing but nod, overwhelmed at the sudden implication of the possibilities of the gift.

"As you know, nothing can be altered by reversing the time, everything will always happened exactly as it always had. I know how tempting it could be to try and fix the projection of our lives, but consider this a gentle warning as to why it is not practical to do so," she says, handing you the time turner. You feel the cold, heavy weight of the time piece in your palm as you inspect it, remembering every detail.

"I always wish I'd gotten more time with Dougal, even just to relive a singular moment or to see him one last time but I was never brave enough, never wanting to jeopardise how far I'd come in my healing. But for you, the gift of time could be invaluable."

You began to cry silently, tears unable to be held back any longer at her kind gesture.

"Thank you, so much," you said through the tears, struggling to hold back your sobs. She immediately stood and moved to wrap her arms around your shoulders, her cape falling over you as if she was protecting you entirely.

"You always were one of my very favourite students," she says, rubbing your shoulder. "Despite the trouble, the mischief was usually rather funny," she admitted. Both of you laughed for a moment at her words, your free hand coming up to wipe at your eyes.

"If I were you, I'd chose a memory that you weren't originally around for, you'll get more time with him. Unless you want to watch from afar," she says, straightening herself out, though keeping a firm hand on your shoulder.

You wracked your brain for a time that you weren't around Fred, finding it hard to think of any specifics. Showing up randomly at the burrow would only pose deep, unanswerable questions that you couldn't explain, everything had to fit to the exact projection of exactly what had happened.

A vague memory of Harry popped into your mind, a tale he'd told about the twins that had been endearing to say the least. You remembered him telling you about seeing Fred and George comforting a young boy in the courtyard that had been victim to Umbridge's unorthodox punishments whilst you were in detention with Snape. Perfect. There was no chance of you accidentally showing up, knowing that you'd gone straight to the common room after that particular detention and it wouldn't interrupt the greater timeline.

You closed your eyes and estimated how many turns you'd need, settling on a little over three full turns, praying it would be enough as you fixated on a certain point.

Immediately your sense of space and time began to shift as you broke through whatever dimension you were entering as the time turner rumbled in your hand.

You were immediately met by the sight of Snape's classroom door which was thankfully sealed shut. You ran immediately out to the courtyard, desperation and adrenaline coursing through your body as you fought to get to your destination quickly, not knowing how much time you'd have.

Your knees nearly buckled upon hearing hushed whispers around the corner from you, tucked away in one of the corridors.

"It's not as bad as it seems, see, it's fading already."

"You can hardly see ours anymore and the pain stops eventually,"

"Yeah."

You walk around the corner and your lip instantly quivers at seeing him. You had to act strong, be strong for him so he wouldn't worry, knowing you couldn’t change the trajectory of time but it was so hard.

He was crouched on the floor beside the stone bench where the young boy sat sobbing with George sat next to him trying to comfort the sad boy, showing him his own scars on the back of his hand.

Fred's hair was a little longer than it had been when he died, something that you had always loved on him, secretly preferring when his hair looked a little overgrown and shaggy. He wore a blue striped polo shirt with a mustard yellow long sleeve shirt underneath and his dark trousers, all of which complemented him so well. In the time between the current events and his death, you'd rarely seen him wear anything other than a fancy suit when he worked at the shop or a simple pair of sweatpants when he got home, usually exhausted. It was so refreshing to see him look so perfectly Fred, reminding you of the boy you'd fallen hopelessly in love with all those years ago.

George also looked great, wearing a matching outfit with contrasting colours that complimented him just as well. He looked well and happy and you had to hold back another quiver of your lip at seeing the boy you loved like your own brother be so different to how you knew him now.

Fred noticed you almost immediately as you walked around the corner, stood silently observing him beside the stone pillar and the wickedly playful grin spread all over his face upon seeing you. He sprang up from his crouched position and raised his eyebrows at you in surprise.

You immediately flung yourself into his arms and he caught you seamlessly with a little 'oof' at the sudden impact. Your eyes filled with the tears you were trying so hard to stop as the familiarity and comfort of being in his arms surrounded you. Nothing felt like this. You fit so perfectly into his arms that he had once mentioned that your body must have been moulded from his own, your head resting perfectly on his chest, directly over his beating heart. His scent surrounded you like a delicious fog, the familiar scents of sweet marshmallow and dark notes of whiz bang smoke clung to your nostrils as you took deep breaths in trying to fill your body with his scent so that you'd always remember.

You felt like you could finally breathe again, finally home where you belonged.

His arms had locked around your shoulders, keeping you firmly against his body, no doubt sensing your need for him in that moment. His hand played with the strands of your hair as he bent down to kiss the top of your head.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong?" He asks quietly, only loud enough for you to hear, considering you still had an audience. Hearing him address you, calling you sweetheart had your world shattering and you could no longer stop the tears from falling down your face.

"F-Fred?" You said with a shaky breath, trying desperately to hold back the sobs that built up within your body.

"I'm here, I'm right here," he said soothingly, rocking you both back and forth gently as he pressed another kiss to your head.

"What's happened? Did Snape do something? Umbridge?" He says, pulling you back slightly so that he can look you in the eye, his worry clearly evident on his face, the protective side of him coming out as he considered that someone had hurt you.

You shook your head quickly, knowing you couldn't say anything that would work as an excuse.

"No, I just, I just needed to see you," you said honestly, the innocence and the weight of your words tugging at your heart, knowing he would never know how much you meant it.

His brown pulled together quickly in a slight frown before it disappeared off his face as he reached up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear.

You tried to push away all the intrusive thoughts that plagued your mind, things that only propelled you to feeling sadder, things you wanted to tell him and all the things you missed about him but you couldn't.

"I love you Freddie," you said, looking directly into his eyes, watching as they sparkled and an honest smile pulled at his lips.

"Not as much as I love you sweetheart," he replied, pulling you in for another hug, though this one was more playful as he squeezed you, making a laugh erupt from your mouth.

You suddenly pulled away and looked towards George who looked on in equal parts confusion and worry. The young boy had gone, no doubt feeling awkward about the whole interaction, leaving you with just the twins.

You broke away from Fred and moved towards George who stood instinctively as you approached him. You threw your arms around his neck and he fumbled awkwardly for a moment before moving his hands to wrap around you, holding you to him.

"I love you Georgie," you said. He chuckled against you.

"What the bloody hell happened in that potions room?" He jokes but suddenly squeezes you tighter and replies that he loves you too.

"Trying to steal my woman brother?" Fred says from beside us, his tone just as joking and playful as you'll always remember it to be.

"Maybe, I am the better looking one after all," George jokes as you slip out of his hold.

"My future wife disagrees, don't you sweetheart," Fred says, pulling you back over to his side.

You felt your heart shatter at his words and you tried desperately to act neutral under the circumstances, knowing that he had referred to you that way since fifth year. It had always filled you with pride and giddiness each and every time he would call you his future wife, the butterflies in your tummy fluttering wildly at his determination to marry you.

Somehow you found your strength and like magic you slipped into the moment, casting all thoughts aside as you spent your time wisely.

"Sorry George," you smirked, turning back to face Fred to really look at him, knowing that your time would soon be up.

"You think I'll make a good wife?" You ask Fred, who beams down at you with a smile as he slips his arm around you again.

"The best, only one I'll ever need," he smirks, his hand wandering on your waist to reach down and pat your bum.

"I'd do anything to marry you," you said, your voice breaking slightly towards the end as your emotions overcame you once again at the deeper, more painful meaning of your words.

"I have to go," you said to Fred, knowing that you couldn't linger around much longer. "Don't mention this again please, I don't want Snape to know I snuck out of detention," you lied. He nodded in understanding and you moved forward to give him a kiss, pouring your heart and soul into it as you clutched onto to the collar of his polo shirt, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist.

"I think you should get detention with Snape more often," he says, still holding you tightly to him. You laugh and nod enthusiastically as you spend your last moments really looking at him, trying to commit every inch of his skin to memory.

The little scar above his eyebrow, the mark on his nose, the curve and little bump on the bridge of his nose, the way his hair shaped his face perfectly.

His greeny brown eyes, always glittering with mischief, that's what you'd always remember of him.

"Bye Freddie, I love you" you said, barely able to contain your tears as you walked quickly away, hiding around the corner as you started to sob. You flicked the time turner back just the right amount and tolu felt yourself once again being pulled in every direction until you landed back in McGonagall’s office.

She’s still sat at the desk, signing some papers when you return and she offers you a kind smile, seeing your tear stained cheeks.

“Thank you,” you said, owing her all the gratitude in the world for gifting you the opportunity to see your beloved once again as you placed the time turner delicately back in the box on the table. She nodded warmly and smiled again.

“It’ll be here for you whenever you need it,”

She says, placing it back into the drawer desk, “now, shall we begin the ceremony?” She stands and gestures for you to join her and you do, already feeling stronger by the minute, like your brief visit with Fred had recharged you and given you enough strength to continue.

George slipped his hand into yours the second you were reunited, both of you sitting together as Mcgonagall lead the remembrance ceremony. It was hard to hear Fred’s name and the memories of him shared around the room, but you’d found a strength you didn’t know you had. You cried, you laughed and you celebrated him in every way you could, in the way that he had always deserved.

Epilogue

As the years drew on, you’d visited McGonagall’s office numerous times to visit Fred as it were, only doing so when you felt you desperately needed to, which happened to be less and less over the years as you found your strength. Sometimes you watched from afar as you both interacted, seeing the love between you and sometimes you intercepted memories so that you could interact with him, smell him and feel his skin against yours.

You never dated, feeling no pull or desire for another man in your life, never able to commit to anyone else, knowing that they would always come second to your true love. George had become something to you which you could never explain, a love of sorts which teetered between friendship and more, though it was hard to cross that line, knowing that anything you did would be irreversible. Years passed with you both stuck in limbo, until one day the line was crossed and you found no guilt or pain on the other side of the line but instead found comfort and love. You’d moved in together to a little cabin in the woods, the dream that you’d once had with Fred that George fulfilled for you and one sadness filled night had changed everything when you both sought comfort in each other, needing to feel like you weren’t alone anymore.

It was a natural progression to love George, and you both found that the only way of moving past your pain was to accept that Fred would always be the other half to both of you, with the rest completely dedicated to each other. You both knew you were the only ones that would be able to have this together, that somehow the gap left by Fred would remain but it would be comfortable, like an additional blessing to your relationship. No deciding between the two, no competition and no guilt at loving both.

You married a year after moving in together and you were happy, finally a Weasley just like you’d always wanted. You’d expected to be conflicted and initially you had been, but you and George were perfect for each other and you started a new life together, always keeping Fred in your hearts but finally putting yourselves and your relationship first.

When your first son arrived not a year after your wedding, you’d both cried tears of utter joy when he was born with fiery red hair and little freckles, a complete clone of both his daddy and his uncle Fred.

You didn’t name him after Fred, nor Gred or Forge as George had somewhat jokingly suggested throughout your pregnancy, but instead chose to give him his own name, letting him forge own legacy in this calm world, one where he would always know about his uncle Freddie and how he died a hero.

#emeritusemeritus #harry potter #fred weasley #fred weasley x you #emeritusemerituswrites #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley masterlist #george weasley x you #george weasley #George Weasley x reader #angst #Fred Weasley angst #weasley twins x you #george weasley imagines #weasley twins masterlist

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aliceinborderlandsquidgame · 8 months

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The AIB Boys catching their S/O mastubating

NSFW - FemReader and MaleReader - ☢Banda Sunato's part is dark☢- Masturbating - Dub/con - Non/con / Dom and Sub Dinamics -

Grammar mistakes-

♡ Chishiya

If he catches his S/O mastubating he will be amused by it and wont say a thing waiting for them to notice him in the doorframe watching them.

Chishiya is not mad at them, he knows he works a lot and his S/O has needs so he will let it pass.

Once his S/O notices him they will stop and start to apologie only for Chishiya to join them in bed, his hand taking theirs to make it start to move again.

FemReader: Will force the hand that has that cute pink vibrator back into your count, giving you kisses all along your neck. "Keep going love, I need you ready for me"

MaleReader: Will take your hand in his and make you continue to stimulate yourself, he is so mean that Will prevent you from cumming. "Dont you want to feel mine against yours?"

♡ Banda Sunato / Dub-con / Non-Con / Sadistic Banda /

Oh, Banda is mad and mean. He will caught you when he is away for "work" and decides to check the cameras in the aparment.

He is going to be back and demand you to tell him why you would touch yourself when he is not here and why when he is here you dont show any interest in sex

Ignoring the fact that he took you by Force

Will sit in front on you, pull out his phone and force you to touch yourself in front of him, to show him how dirty you truly are.

FemReader: Will make you lay down in bed and pull inside of you a vibrator that he can control against your will. Will change the speed and intensity of it as he wants. Will overstimulating you and make you beg him to stop. But he wont. "Dont be a bad girl now, you know you want this"

MaleReader: Is going to Force you to use one of the many toys he has got you over the months. If he is too mean wont let you use lubricant, wants to see you in tears for him. "Aww its too much? You were not saying that earlier"

♡ Arisu

This boy is a blushing mess and wants nothing but to have you riding himself or leting be on top of you.

You did not notice the time, Arisu gets back from college and hears your needy moans.

Boy its a good suprise for him.

He is not mad at all, he respects your needs and wants you to feel secure to explore your body.

FemReader: Will encourage you to keep going and and to show him how you like to be touched and where you most like it. Take his hand to guide it to your G spot and you will have him almost cumming in his pants.

MaleReader: Please let him be on top of you or If you are a dom be under you. Arisu does not care as long as he feels your body against his. If you are on top he Will be a moaning mess encouraging you to go harder on him, if he is on top of you then he will kiss all your back and neck and go slow into you, he wants to savour every moment.

♡ Tatta / SubTatta

This shy boy is going to be a blush mess and wont know how to react because you look so handsome? Cute? Falling over your own fingers?

Part of him is going to question himself, if he makes you feel good enough...pls tell him he does you will give him years of life.

But oh boy, he Will LOVE IT. Its like a personal show from you to him. Will sit back and relax watching you play with yourself. Call his name while you are on it and beg him for him to join you.

FemReader: Tatta will be at the end of the bed seeing your fingers dissapear into you, your tits free for him to see how erected your nippels are. As soon as you moan his name he is on his knees for you, waiting for your next command, do you want him to use his fingers on you? His mouth? Or just tell him to stay still and just watch.

He is yours to serve.

MaleReader: Is going to have his eyes fixed on your dick as you move your hand up and down. Tatta's own dick will get hard, wanting nothing but to rub it together with yours till both of you are cumming together and making a mess in the bed.

Offer him to do the 69 position and he would be on his back in no time.

♡ Karube / DomKarube

Karube loves that you enjoy playing with yourself. It lets him know you feel safe to do it while being in a relationship with him. However, he will punish you because of it. Just like you get jealous of girls and boys flirting with him at work he gets jealous of your toys.

FemReader: Will have you on your back, pressed against the bed, your knees against your shoulders as he goes deep inside of you. How Many times has he make you cum? You lost count but Karube does not seem to mind at all. All he wants if for you to feel his own dick and to understand that only him can give you such pleasure.

MaleReader: Good luck sitting tomorrow. Karube is going to have you against the bed all day, going fast speed, skin against skin sounds Will fill the room. And Will encourage you to moan and be as loud as you need to be. He Will also taunt taunt you "what? Did you think these could make you feel like I do?"

#alice in borderland #aib imagine #aib imagines #alice in borderland x reader #chishiya x reader #banda sunato x reader #arisu x reader #tatta x reader #Karube x reader

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lazyneonrabbitt · 1 year

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Dog person.

Daryl Dixon x Reader | NSFW

You're much more of a dog person than Daryl thought before, much to his enjoyment.

A/N: Some more filth, trying to make it not all the same. I hope it worked!

"Yer so good with him."

The sudden voice startled you as you brushed Dog's fur, his tail happily wagging. "Told you before I'm a dog person." Daryl learned you were a dog person soon after he brought his four legged companion back to the community, he couldn't get you away from him.

Not that he minded, he liked you near him. Although he had to admit right now he was getting a tad jealous. The brushing had turned into cuddles and belly scratches, Dag happily panting and rolling around on your legs while you scratched behind his ears.

You noticed Daryl watching from the couch with a grumpy expression. You patted Dog's butt to get him to more and stood up. "What is it, Dixon? Do you want scratchss too? I can brush out your tangled mess as well, you know." You plopped down next to him and jokingly scratched behind his ear, only continuing when he pressed his head into your touch. He seemed lost in your touch so you continued to scratch his scalp, quietly giggling to yourself about how easy it aparently was to make him melt. He had his eyes closed and let out content hums that really got you on edge.

Were you gonna act on your feelings? What if he'd kick you out? All the others would start questioning it since you were such good friends. You moved your hands around his scalp and seemed to find his sweet apot as he groaned, his mouth half open revealing..

..fangs? You quickly retract your hands and lean away. The sudden movement had Daryl open his eyes and look over at you. Icy blue eyes stared at your shocked form.

Daryl didn't have to think twice about what happened but had no clue how to even start explaining it. There was this other thing, though. Beside the fear he could smell another lingering scent. One that was undeniably a scent of lust. And it hadn't left even now that you were staring right at him with his glowing eyes and sharp fangs on display.

"Fuck.." He signed deeply, sinking deeper into the couch hoping to disappear, wait for you to run off and never mention any of this ever again. But ofcourse you didn't. Quite the oposite, even.

You took a deep breath and pushed yourself off your spot and pressed your lips to the corner of his mouth leaving short pecks, one after another untill he'd stop you.

Instead, he kissed you back, pressing a hand to your chest to move you underneath him. One of his now clawed hands moved to carress your cheek. "Yer so cute like this," His smirk grew wider as he licked his lips. "Gonna keep ya here for a while."

His body writhed as fur appeared, his face morphed into that of a wolflike creature and he almost doubled in size above you all while you just stared athim and felt yourself getting wetter by the second, rubbing your thighs together for some kind of friction.

Drool is soaking your chest and the lower half of your face as he sniffs at the air and lets out a content growl almost sounding like a chuckle. He lowers himself, keeping a large paw pressed to the skin of your chest after tearing your soaked shirt off.

You still laid there, trying to wrap your head around what happened while Daryl's claws wrapped around the waistband of your shorts and panties and pulled it all down and off your legs.

The sudden warm touch of his tongue at your core snapped you back to reality with a loud moan, hands moving down to grab at his thick fur as he lapped at every inch of you, his fangs scratching your skin in the process and puncturing it at one point. The taste of blood mixed with your juices made him almost feral, licking at the fresh wounds and biting to create new ones all over your torso and licking at them to close them back up. By the time he had reached all the way to your neck you were panting and felt his cock prod at your entrance. With messy, awkwardly angled thrusts he tried to press himself into you so you moved your hips with a short whine, to help him hit home as he pushed up your chin so he had space to reach your throat. He bit down as his tip pushed past your folds. You gasped, tears escaping your eyes as the stretch was too much for you to handle.

You squeezed his upper arm as you cried. "Ah, fuck that hurts.." He recognised your pained sounds and licked at your tears as he kept his too rough pace pushing into you. He couldn't help it, he lapped at your nipples, growling and whining as he shoved himself into you until he was fully inside of you. He pressed a paw to your stomach that bulged outward with the massive outline of his member inside of you.

Biting down on one of your breasts he started pumping into you, lapping up all of the blood as his animalistic noises drowned out your cries.

By the time your wounds all closed up again his thrusts started to get more frantic and painful, a paw reaching between you to to messily rub at your clit, almost as an apology for hurting you. The addition of his claws made the pain quickly fade into pleasure. A few more thrusts and flicks of pawpads against your clit had you coming around him with a muffled cry as your face buried in his furred chest.

His fangs grazed your shoulder as he thrusted a couple more times and bit down harshly, shoving his full lenght, knot included inside of you ans spilled his full load deep into your womb.

You both panted, catching your breath as Daryl let out a content hum and you let out a small, pained laugh. "Guess I'm more of a dog person than you thought, huh." A look of pure confusion crossed Daryl's face before he let out a grumbling laugh himself, grabbing you by the waist to roll the two of you around, placing you on top of him and licking at the bitemark he left on you just now.

Laying down in any posision was uncomfortable righ now with your swollen stomach and thr knot pulling with every shift of your hips, but you were so insanely tired you passed out quickly after giving your nee dog companion a kiss on the muzzle.

#daryl dixon x reader #twd #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon smut #werewolf #werewolf daryl dixon #monster x human #tw monsterfucking #werewolf x reader #sometimes i write

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ellieclaireblack · 9 months

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sanctuaire | sanctuary

sanctuary | noun your safe and peaceful haven a comforting place of refuge and rest in a noisy, chaotic world

{brother's best friend | fem!reader x james potter} ⪼ word count: 2k ⪼ warnings: mentions of abuse

part one: back home

story: sanctuaire | sanctuary

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Kreacher was calling for me. Again.

“I'm coming. I’m coming” I made my way down the stairs into the dining room of 12 Grimmauld Place.

Today was January 4th 1976. Christmas Break was over and we would head back to Hogwarts. We consisted of Regulus and me. Since Sirius ran away during the holiday. An act I still didn’t forgive him for even though I understood why he did it. From the day he’d been sorted into Gryffindor my twin had a hard life.

Walburga, Orion and Reggie were seated at the table when I joined them.

“Good morning, father, mother, brother.” I greeted them politely and sat next to Reg.

“Bonjour mon cher [Good morning my dear]” Papa greeted me in French. Walburga just looked up and nodded at me. Regulus opted for a small smile.

Out of my parents I loved my father, but Walburga was directly spit out from hell. Papa just never said anything against my mother. However she was rarely present anyway. The days she was home were horrendous.

Everyone tended to their meals and silence filled the room. That’s how it was: no talking at the table. I was glad to get back to school today.

I missed my friends and I missed Sirius - even though I was still mad at him I longed to talk to my twin. He’s always been the person who understood me best. There was a lot unresolved between us. His unannounced departure during a stormy winter night made life at home a lot harder.

Walburga blamed me that the heir of ‘The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black’ vanished and let her anger out on me. A few spells turned into dark curses and several bruises covered my skin. Papa didn’t do anything against her but I know that he sent several house elves to patch me up when she left me in my room in agony.

“Children get ready. We’ll aparate to the station in 15 minutes. Your mother won’t be joining us, so make sure to say your goodbyes.” Papa said, ripping me out of my thoughts.

In my room I stuffed the last few things in a bag. Kreacher would aparate my belongings to 9 ¾. I grabbed my Slytherin robe, the Prefect Badge glinting in the light. My parents had been pleased when I got it, except when Sirius didn’t get one the mood in our house shifted quickly. I can still hear his screams of that day faintly in my head. I shake my head, trying to rid my mind from this particular memory. One last look in the mirror and I headed downstairs again.

Papa and Reggie wait for me already and we smile at each other. The first real smile all day. We each grab an arm that Papa offers us. Everything turns black, my body tightens up and just before I think my airway caught up we are standing on Platform 9 ¾.

“I wish you a good second term, my loves. Make sure to write. I’ll miss you. Bon voyage. [safe journey]” Papa pressed a kiss to both our heads and I couldn’t resist hugging him. Though half of Hogwarts was aware of our presence he hugged me back.

“I’m so sorry for what she did to you and that I couldn’t help you more y/n. Je t’aime. [I love you]”

“Je t'aime aussi papa. Ne t'inquiète pas, ça va aller. [I love too, Papa. Don’t you worry I’ll be fine.]” All the tears that threatened to spill from my eyes were forced down. As a child I was always expected to keep my feelings inside, so that’s what my siblings and I were exceptional at.

“Watch over one another and make sure Maman doesn’t find out you’re talking to Sirius. Also tell him I’m sorry for how things went down, that I miss and love him. Go now, I’ll see you soon.”

He disapparated and Reg squeezed my hand. We made our way to the Hogwarts Express and parted ways, both of us in search of our friends.

“y/n/n!” I hear a shout. Turning around I spot my best friend. Florence Clarisse Rosier - older sister of Evan Rosier and my roommate. She’s running towards me and tackles me into a hug. I suppress a wince, when she squeezes against my bruises. “We’ve already secured a compartment, come on.”

With ‘we’ she was talking about Adam Cygnus Travers and Theodore Lewis Nott. The two boys completed our friend group and we were known as the ‘Slytherin Royals’. All four of us descended from families of the Sacred 28 and had quite the reputation.

I greeted the boys with a hug and we talked about our holiday. I swiftly left out the subject of Sirius, but they knew. Walburga officially declared Regulus as the new heir of the House of Black, every Sacred 28 family knew what happened with Sirius. I saw their worried faces and uncertain looks, the eye-contact between them. No one dared to touch the subject.

I was relieved to to go to the Prefect meeting, so I could escape the unease. On my way there I passed a compartment Remus Lupin was currently exiting. Quickly glancing inside I spotted my twin, James and Peter. Sirius and I held eye contact for a split second before I turned my head away. I could see the disappointment in his eyes. My heart clenched. I really missed Sirius, he was my other half. We've never gone so long without talking.

“Oh hey y/n.” Remus greeted me only noticing now that I stood next to him.

“Hey Rem. How was your holiday?” We continued to talk while heading to the front of the train. Remus avoided the subject Sirius and I was thankful for it.

At the meeting we got handed our new patrol rounds. I was paired up with Remus or Lucinda - Lucy - Greengrass, which I was quite content with. Lucy was pretty nice. I wouldn’t call us friends, but conversation between us flew easily.

Later back in our compartment I put my feet in Theo’s lap and he absentmindedly began to massage them, while I read a book. My grades were extremely important to me, even more to my mother. So I wanted to get a head start on this semester's material.

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When we arrived at the Great Hall - everyone was exhausted from the long journey. We were happy when Dumbledore held his speech and the food finally appeared.

During Dinner I felt several pairs of eyes on me. I knew it was the Marauders. I didn’t meet their eyes. The Great Hall was definitely the wrong place for the conversation me and Sirius had to hold. For now I was still too angry at him to have a level headed talk with him.

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After dinner my friends and I spent the evening on our couch in the common room. We’ve claimed that couch as ours and no one dares to sit on it, except when they’re invited to do so. Our evening was spent talking some more and when all of us got tired we made our way upstairs, wishing the boys a good night.

Unlike the Gryffindors, Slytherins had to share their space only with one other person. The shared space is only a bathroom and a small lounge room. Everyone has their own bedroom. In my case my dorm mate is Flo. She’s been my best friend since day one. With her lively nature, she draws the attention of an entire room to her. She’s the kind of girl who’s friends with everybody.

In first year she would drag me into her world. I always loved the attention, just like Sirius. It was something we rarely experienced as something positive and at Hogwarts everyone seemed to like us. Naturally. We were somewhat celebrities in the Wizarding world.

Before going to sleep I put a silencing charm around my room. I had always had quite the share of nightmares, Sirius used to call them night terrors, that’s how bad they were. Since he was gone there wasn’t a single night where I wasn’t plagued by a nightmare.

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A scream tore through the dark. My own. My skin was covered in sweat and I suppressed a shiver.

Only one thing helped me get back to sleep after a nightmare. My brothers. I couldn’t go to Reggie though, he had been through enough during the holiday and it hurt me to see him suffer because of me. So Sirius it was, I knew he wouldn’t question it even though we weren’t talking currently.

As quiet as possible I made my way to the common room. Empty.

I wasn’t really scared that a teacher would catch me in the corridor. Us Slytherins - especially the children of the Sacred 28 - had Professor Slughorn wrapped around our finger, so I wouldn’t even face consequences.

As a Prefect I knew all the Passwords of the different houses so getting inside the Gryffindor common room was dead easy. The common room was empty as well and I tiptoed up the stairs.

The door to the boys’ dorm slightly creaked slightly when I opened it. "Sirius, Sirius!" I whisper yelled into the dark and quiet room. But no response from my twin-brother. A sigh escaped me and I was just about to go back to my dorm when I heard a whisper.

"y/n, is that you? Are you alright?" It was James. "Yeah, no I-I'm fine." Obviously my best friend sensed the lie and ushered me to come over to him. I sat down on his bed and before I could protest he pulled me next to him.

The moonlight that shone in the room made it possible for me to see his features. That meant he could also see my face and the shed tears on my cheeks.

"What's wrong y/n/n?" "I’m fine. It was nothing, just a nightmare, it's fine. I’m fine. I just wanted to talk to Sirius."

"Sounds like you’re fine. Hey, you don't have to lie to me. I know how bad your night terrors are and it's rare you seek Pads' help in the middle of the night. So it must've been really bad."

I mumbled "okay you're right" in response. James put his arms around me and pulled me into his chest. Feeling his body heat seep into me I felt like I could finally breathe again and let out a shaky breath. James put a silencing spell around the bed so we wouldn't wake the others.

"What's going on? Why are you avoiding us? Did something happen?"

Tears were threatening to spill again. "It's my mother. J she's never been this bad or this angry. They told us it would have consequences if I spent time with you guys."

"Oh y/n, you should've gone with Sirius when he came to me, I was really worried about you the whole holiday. I didn't hear a word from you."

“I just couldn’t leave Reggie alone. Also I don't want to leave Papa, would be so lonely without us. Besides, Sirius didn’t even tell me he was leaving. One morning he was gone and I had to face Walburgas anger. I get why he left. Still we’re his siblings for Merlin's sake. He could've at least said something.”

Now I was really crying. James wrapped his arms even tighter around me. "I’m so sorry. I didn't know it was that bad or I would've gotten you out of there myself. You and Pads definitely need to talk tomorrow."

We talked for a little while, when I noticed James started to get really tired. His eyes fell shut every other second and he was trying hard to keep awake.

"Mind if I stay the night Jamie?" "Of course not, sleep tight, love." "Good night James." I whispered but didn’t get an answer. James had already fallen asleep and in the comfort of his arms I was finally able to go to sleep too.

author's note: so first chapter of my new story. thanks for reading this far! i'm not 100% sure how to feel about this for now. there's definitely going to be more james later, but i needed this as an entry point for the story so you have some background information. also i just wanted to put out there that english isn't my first language. i proof read the chapter, but if you spot any mistake don't fret to tell me i love you guys and wish you a gread day/afternoon/night where ever you are ♡︎

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canonizzyhours · 5 months

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Please, someone, anyone. I know Izzy had a redemption arc in season 2, but please explain to me what exactly he did to redeem himself. I love listening to podcasts and watching reaction videos of this show, so I'm not talking about the canyon here and how they believe he didn't even have to redeem himself to begin with.

More than once, I've heard complaints about Ed, saying he hasn't really redeemed himself, that he went way too far, that he has disappointed them and he should've apologized more... But then, they'll say that Izzy has become their fav in season 2 despite not liking him in season 1 because of his antagonistic actions. Ok? Apart from Ed, who exactly did Izzy apologize to then? Or is Izzy exempt from this? Izzy must've done something to redeem himself in their eyes to become their fav after not liking him, right? Or did they absolve him of everything because he shed a tear and was feeling bad? What did Izzy do that was enough to be redeemed (apart from the writers wanting him to have that arc), but Ed aparently didn't? He cried too, he was feeling really bad as well and Izzy himself had a hand in this. So surely it was something else? I keep trying to rearrange the pieces but it makes no sense? What am I missing?

Please, help me understand. I feel like I'm going crazy over this.

#49.

#canonizzyhours #ofmd #izzy hands #edward teach #fandom critical

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colourstreakgryffin · 8 months

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Can you do normal hantengu x female reader comforting him through a panic attack (sorry if you said you don’t do him)

Haha! No, I’ll do Hantengu! I’ve done nearly all of his clones already so why not him!

Hantengu- Embrace Me and Kiss Me

Hantengu sobbed, laying his bubbly-head unceremoniously on your lap as his clawed skeletal fingers graze his face slightly. He was crying hysterically after experiencing such a scary panic attack and he needed his lovely sweet princess to make him feel safer and more at ease

You smiled gently, stroking his frail head skin as he continued to cry into his hands. He did feel much better with you, his lovely girlfriend but the tight squeeze deep in his chest and the constant shivering of his poor helpless body had not yet to fade

Hantengu had disturbed your deep meditative state in a breathless choke and sharp clinging on your arm for help, he was so worried about his newest mission and the fact you can’t be there. Sure, he was confident he’d be completely fine but the idea of coming across a Hashira or two just scared him

You gently sighed to get your slight annoyance out as you wrapped your hands around the curves of his humped shoulders to lift him up. Hantengu sobbed with the action, his pupilless eyes locked into yours as tears drip down his puffy cheeks

He helped you in keeping himself propped up as you pressed a soft kiss on his prominent nose. Hantengu whimpered joyful at your petite affection and his hands drew up to circle around your waist

“Breathe slowly, carefully and gently, love” You coo out in the most soft voice you could manage, brushing back his thin black waves with fingertips as Hantengu mumbled nonsensically in a few seconds flat, nodding quickly to better show to you that he is listening entirely

You tilted your head to the side to let Hantengu bury his face in the curve of your neck. His pointy curved horns and big bulby forehead bubble made the cuddle a bit struggle but you truly didn’t mind. He needed you to calm him down before he ventures out, with Gyokko, to the Swordsmith Village

He needs the emotional strength to carry on without you being there to cradle and comfort him since you’re not strong enough to be classified as a Upper Moon, unlike him. It hurt his heart severely that you couldn’t join him in this grand important mission but the more reasonable side of him told him that it’ll save you from slayers if you don’t come along

Reluctantly, Hantengu had to go along with it but he knew he’d be aching for your touch, the entire time. Maybe he could send a clone to guard you? No, he may need all his clones for this mission. Hantengu thought about everything, stemming around you and your saddening lack of participation in his upcoming duty, all at once

It overwhelmed him a little bit as his skinny arms grip you tighter, wishing he could never let go and fade away into the air itself with you. No responsibilities, no Muzan breathing down your neck, no demon slayers… just you and him together forever in a empty useless void

Sure, nothing else could be done but Hantengu thrives for that idea and does he have his six clones to keep you accompany, if elsewise. Those minutes of comfortable silence stretched on as you felt the tight grip on your flesh loosen, his pattern of breathing matching the way you described him to try

Hantengu was calming down, and calming down quite fast. Usually, he’d be crying and hiding in the nearby futon until his eyes were sore and he needed to stop. But here. He can feel at peace, his eyes aren’t as raw and irritated like they usually would be and his heart is returning to a normal pace

You always calm him down from his worse panic attacks and it just shocks him over and over, everytime. He has the worst anxiety ever known to demonkind and you can quell it. Is it your secret Demon Blood Art to make anybody tranquil?

Hantengu doesn’t know how you do it nor how you fell in love with him from the start. But he knows, he needs you to be apart of him, for the rest of his life now

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grrw--boy · 10 months

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•Sweat dreams•

Morpheus takes care of his sleepless lover♡ (morpheus x gn!reader)

Prompt: so many things got pilled up so you're unable to sleep properly for the last days, and morpheus decides it has been enough.

Tw: anxiety, trauma(?, fluff, comfort.

Its has been a hell of a month, maybe even a hell of years.

You'd haved never had a peacefull life, but lately life seems harder than ever, days feel longer and even more tiring, that not even the soft carress of my lover seems to erase the frown on my face.

Morpheus, dream, my love, he has always helped me feel normal, calm, wanted. So i cant help but feel guilty of being so distant from him lately, knowing full well he always tries to help me in any way he can.

But i cant really help it, can't i?

Work has been anything but gentle, with the amount of late doing work i have, im almost restless, not really taking breaks ethier.

Morpheus was anxious, scared even, he knew your work was tiring but this looks extreme.

Its been days since he saw you in your dreams before youd woken up a few hours later, and even in your own dreams you looked exhausted with dark eyebags and a marked scowl on your pretty face

So he had enough

Everyone has bad days so he though youll be okay in a few days, but it has been weeks, so he decided to visit you when he finally had time to. As this not only worried your fisical state but your mental state too.

He remebers years ago when youll end breaking down in his arms, telling him how you couldnt go on like this in tears.

He'd never wish to see you so sadly lonely again, it would personaly pain him too much.

So after he had remotily finished his work he was running to see you.

You where comsuded by another work fit at 3 am when you heard a knock to your aparment door, in confusion of who might be visiting, you shouted a wait to the door while stoping your work and rushing to the door*

"Who is it?" You move your hair to look more presentable trough your stress.

"Its me dear,-" at hearing his voice after so much time you open the door without second thougth, not letting him finish his phrase, seeing your certain tall, blue eyed lover.

"-morpheus." He chuckles at your eageress to see him, but quickly noticed your tired look, unsurpsingly.

"My dea-" "morpheus!, what are you doing here?, so late... is everything alright?" Your voice quickly changes to worry while you question the reason of his visit.

"No, no, dear, everything its okay i just..." he sighes before saying "missed you, we havent seen eachother in a few weeks and i have noticed you havent being coming to the dreaming a lot ethier" he finishes while coming inside as you opened the door more for him to come in.

"Yes i- i have been busy lately, im sorry love, i think i didnt realise we havent seen eachothee in that much..."

"Theres nothing to be sorry about my dear, i know you're stressed, i want to help you" he notices the amount of work in your desk "and its quite late too, you need rest, and love. come on to bed now" he holds your arm to the bedroom.

"B-but morpheus! Theres to much to fini-" "no, to bed now, tomorrow youll finish your chores, when you're well rested"

You sigh giving up, as you cant convice the dream lord of anything especially about your care, and because the offer didnt sound so bad.

Morpheus gides you into bed before turning of the lights in the office, going to laid with you and give you your well needed rest. He goes to hold you as you get more comfortable next to him, already feeling sleep taking over you while feeling dream kissing your forehead and rubbing your head as you cuddle with him.

Before you knew it you were magicly falling asleep in your lovers embrace, feeling some beat of calmness in a long time, before hearing some soft whispers of your lover, knowing youll get some enticing dreams tonight

"Sleep well my love, ill see you in a moment".

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Eclipse redemtion arc starts!?(theory)

So in the New lunar and earth show episode eclipse is forced to go to therapy with earth, becouse they all can see that eclipse needs it.

Mostly it does not work since eclipse dosn't want to do it and you can clirly see that he gave up on himself and the idea that others acually cared.

We find out that the first time eclipse visited earth saing that he wanted to redem himself was true and he did until sun and moon killed him. (Now he gave up that they would forgive him or that it can be better)

He acually trust earth the most out of all of them stating that she is difrent then these morons(sun and moon).

And although he did everything to avoid all the questions, he admitted to how scared he was when he was "born" (aka abandoned) or as he states "it was horifing to wake up not in you're own body", and moon was lisening in their conversation and he acually felt bad and wanted to apologise for old moon's doings and as moon says it was all old moons foult all the problems, where becouse he couldn't handle his own problems and gave them to soemone else (onto eclipse, although he thought he was giving them onto sun).

The sad part is that eclipse aparently didn't hear him say it, maybe( we don't know a 100%. ) but I would love to see later maybe in a memory that eclipse heard it and he just pused with shock (maybe with tears in his eyes) or that could happen in the future. I feal like he would really apreaciate a sorry for being abandoned.

But the good news is that eclipse cares, i mean we already knew that thanks to solar flare, but the fact that he didn't answer to earths question and complitly avoided it (the guestion being "did you care about lunar)

And eclipse acually admits and refers to how he is all alone all the time and why he hated them becouse he saw thru suns eyes and how happy he was and eclipse was Just stuck.

Also the fact that we know how sun pushed all his negative emotions into eclipse, mostly anger.(sun probably tho didn't do it on purpose and didn't know that he was doing it) That's why when eclipse was finally gone from suns head, sun started to have trouble with anger becouse he did't have any creature in his head to push them onto. So that's as well a reson to why eclipse was so controled by his anger or as eclipse says "I got you're motivations and ambitions sun"

And earth points out that he wanted to be better to sun than old moon was (or at least that's how I understood it, i could be wrong)

But earth sums up eclipse can be helped he just needs to want and acept help, just like he was wiling to before he got killed by the canon

(Also is it just me but the way moon said about ever meting the old moon is a hint to who maybe is behind all of it(probably ruin is tho) or at least that they will meet, and if they will I'm beting, becouse they will need old moons help. And there is a 50/50 chance, that old moon eather will be just a person who used to be selfish but regreted his mistakes, tried to fix them all by himself and proved that he acually cared about sun OR which is more likely he will be a complite dushbag especially how since new moon was born we have been shown and found out more stuff that old moon did and how everyone called him a prick and other bad stuff so I'm beting On the second option)

But the bigest achiwment would be that earth acually suceded in receving any information from eclipse even if it was just one thing. It means that he could open up when he will trust her more. The reason why he even had any trust for her is becouse he saw how terefied she was before he died or the moment he was dieing. He saw that she was acually woried and it gave him slight hope that she might acually care. (I think)

Eather way I hope in the future there will be more progres and eclipse won't finally be all alone in anger, at this point dude deserves it seing how much he went thru, is going thru and probably will have to go thru.

And The MOST important thing is that moon felt bad so there is a CHANCE that he will not kill eclipse permanently when they will find his Creator. (And I hope they won't kill him i feal like eclipse has a chance)

What I honesly hope to happen, is that we got a hint that eclipse cared about sun. and eclipse now alaways asked about sun's opinion and not just moons (he didn't probably care about moons opinion... maybe) so I feal like eclipse could open up if he somehow ended up stuck with sun. As long as sun would acually be calm with eclipse and not start arguing with him....(he wouldn't definitly at the beginig but with time)

It would probably work with eclipse opening up even a litle or just one inforamtion if he was in a situation where he would confront sun (since knowing sun's luck he isn't gonna die and will have to suffer thru everything) and idk maybe eclipse would be just the only person around or avaible to confront sun, since solar would be probably ocupied with work and also I'm not sure if he would even atempt comforting sun.

although if they did fight, eclipse could acidently scream out some valiuble information as in for example he could scream "and how did you think I felt when the first person i have ever cared about betrayed me and tried killing me?! And you did suceed in that didn't you?" Okay that's maybe not the best example but you get my point.(if someone has a better example please tell me)

Anyways what do you think about this theory? Let me know, i love to discuss that stuff and have a nice day i hope my theory made you at least consider some stuff.

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