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twoidiotwriters1 · 3 years

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Happy Birthday, Percy!

A/N: Hi, I know I haven't updated like before, but today is our two favorite Percy's birthday. Happy birthday to Percy Jackson and Percy Singh- Black. -Val

Words: 1,333

Masterlist:

Perseus

"Happy birthday, my star!" I hear my mother's voice as soon as she opens the door to my room. I smile against the pillow.

After a few seconds my bed sinks from the extra weight. My mother hugs and squeezes me . "Good morning, baby boy."

"Morning, mum..."

I turn to her and return the hug, I hide my face in her neck as she strokes my hair.

For as long as I can remember, at every start of our birthdays, we stay in bed until one of us gets hungry. We just hug, we talk about everything. Although every year my family’s dedicated to having a great party, my favorite parts have always been the mornings and evenings, when it's just me and my mother.

"You already need a haircut," She says, then gives my hair a light, playful tug, making me laugh. She moves away a little to see me.

"No, I like it this way, mum."

She laughs. "You're just like your dad."

Rarely does my mother tell me any details about my father with a smile. I try not to ask too much about him, I know it’s a painful subject for her.

"Did he like to have long hair?" I try with fear of making her uncomfortable.

She looks at me without erasing her smile.

“Oh, yes,” She laughs. “I remember when he had it at the level of his ears, it bothered him. Everyone told him that he had to cut it, but he was always doing the opposite. He grew his hair longer, sometimes I helped him style it."

I smile. "I want to do it too."

She looks at me with a raised eyebrow "Okay, I won't argue with you today just because you're the birthday boy," She jokes and then kisses my forehead. She sighs. "My baby’s 13 years old, I can't believe it."

I frown at her words "I’m no longer a baby."

"Oh no. None of that!” She complains. “It doesn't matter if you are fifty years old, you will always be my baby boy,” She says and then kisses my whole face tickling me.

"Okay! Okay! I get it!” I try to say between kisses and laughs. "Just don't do this in front of my friends."

"Oh honey. You underestimate me," She kisses my cheek again. "Let's have breakfast, darling."

***

"Happy Birthday, Paddie!" yells my Uncle James as he enters our house. He walks up to me and hugs me.

"Thank you, uncle James," I laugh in return.

"I can't believe they're both thirteen!" He sighs ending the hug. "In a blink and they'll ask me about girls!"

"As if you were a reliable source for that conversation, James," says my mother coming closer.

He looks at her offended.

"Sorry? I don't know if you noticed, but I got the girl of my dreams and we had a beautiful, blind son."

"After seven years begging her."

"What?" Harry asks coming out of his hiding place behind his father.

"I didn't know that," I add seeing my uncle blush.

“Don't listen to Persephone. I know a lot about girls—but why are we talking about girls? You’re still young. We brought you a gift, Percy!" My uncle stutters.

I laugh at the nervousness.

"It's a broom. Someone told me that you’re interested in Quidditch now, so I took the opportunity.” My uncle smiles, pointing to the broom that is leaning against the entrance.

"Wow! Thanks, uncle James, it's awesome!” I run to the broom to get a better look.

Behind me I hear him clear his throat. I turn to see him beckoning over to Harry who is complaining, but in the end he sighs and walks over to me.

"Happy birthday, Perseus."

"Thank you," I nod.

"How about a hug?" My uncle asks.

"No," Harry and I say at the same time and then walk away.

***

"I see they sent you gifts, Percy," says Jo sitting next to me on the couch.

I smile at her taking the presents from the table.

“Hermione sent me a storybook,” I give it to her “Mrs. Weasley knitted me a sweater with my initial on it,” I hold up the navy blue sweater. “Ginny gave me some candy. The twins sent something too, but I'm scared to open the box. I don’t trust them. Even Ronald sent this...” I tell her, handing her a long box.

"A quill?" She asks. I shrug.

"Surely his mother forced him to send something."

"And whose is this?" She asks taking a huge book.

I smile.

“From Erick, it's an astronomy guide. You know, stars, constellations and their relationship to the Greek gods. I've seen it before, but it was too expensive."

"Oh, but for a Flint that's not a problem, right?" She says raising an eyebrow.

"I suppose not."

"It seems there are people who love you after all, Percy," She jokes.

"What are you telling me? Don't you love your favorite cousin?" I pout. “I haven't received a gift from you.”

"It's because I only give gifts to the family that I like."

"Oh come on!" I complain leaving the joke.

"Stop crying, here," She says giving me a small box. I open it excitedly, but my smile disappears as soon as I remove the lid and several firecrackers scare me, causing me to throw it away.

What I hear next are the voices of adults concerned by the noise of the gift, my scream of horror, and Jo's uproarious laugh.

"What the hell, Jo!?" I screech looking at her.

"Fred and George knew that you weren't going to open their gift, so they asked me to help," She explains and then continues laughing.

"I hate you."

***

After a long day of visits and gifts from my family, the night finally arrives.

"Of all the things Harry and Jo could agree on, they decided to do it to push you towards the cake," My mother scoffs from the kitchen.

I complain as I pick up some toys my cousins left on the ground.

"I still feel chocolate on my nose."

My mother laughs again. She comes out of the kitchen and we both meet on the couch in the living room.

"How was your birthday, my star?"

“It was great, Mom. Thanks."

"You don't just say it to make me happy, right?"

"Not this time," I joke and she lightly taps my shoulder. "I had a lot of fun and received good gifts."

"Oh, but mine is still missing," she says and then looks for something behind the couch. She pulls out a rather large box and sets it on my lap. "Happy birthday, Perseus."

"Wait, I thought your gift was the new clothes you left in my room?" I say confused.

"I couldn't resist giving you this too," She says smiling, but that smile is different. Her gaze changes.

I frown and open the box, removing the decorative paper to find a black leather jacket.

"Wow, mom, it's so cool!" I put the box on the couch and get up to put it on. The cold of the leather makes me shudder. By pulling it higher, I notice that I have plenty of room. It’s too large. "How do I look?"

She laughs. "It's still big, but you will grow into it."

I run to a mirror in the drawing-room.

"I look great."

"You like it?" My mother asks.

"I love it, thanks."

"It was your father's," She finally reveals causing me to stop.

"What? Really?" I ask surprised.

“Yes, he always used it. I was saving it for when you grew up."

Her eyes water. I return to my place beside her and take her hand. She touches my cheek lovingly.

"God, you are just like him..."

"Thanks for the gifts and for the party, Mom," I say smiling at her.

"It’s a pleasure, my star."

I lean in to hug her and she strokes my hair.

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tiemeupspidey · 7 years

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FaceTime Call

Series: Tom Holland Imagines

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: You Facetime Tom after finding out from fans he cut his hair. Your phone was off while you were landing home from a flight.

Warnings: SWEARING LIKE ALWAYS :)

Word Count: 1,700+

A/N: 400 more till 3k!! I love you all so much :)

I turn 21 in 2 months c: Which means I can buy alcohol, meaning I CAN WRITE FREQUENT SMUT IF YOU GUYS WOULD LIKE CAUSE I LOVE SMUT

[Reader’s POV]

“So how was your trip?” Your mom asks happily through the phone. Reaching for your bag out of the carrier you tell her to hold on. Sometimes she calls you at the worst times. She onetime called you while Tom and you were having sex and wouldn’t stop calling till you picked up. Your mother was relentless sometimes.

“It went well mom, I’m just back to be in London” admitting the truth with a smile on your face. You loved it here because you got to live with the love of your life.

“How’s Tom doing? Anything new since Spider-Man Homecoming?” she absolutely adored Tom, she claims he’s the best you’ve had out of the guys you’ve dated.

“Yes he’’s actually working on another film, he’s been gone for two weeks while I was away as well so we’re both out and about” you explain as you walk down the plane aisle. You could hear her talking to your dad about Tom. Mentally wondering why she just doesn’t put you on speaker so he can hear too.

“Hey I’m going to go so I can focus okay? Plus Nikki is picking me up from the airport with Tessa” Saying your goodbyes you hang up your phone. Slipping your phone into your purse you make your way out of the gate. The sound of your suitcase clicking against the bumps in the carpet.

Walking past people to head towards the baggage claim. Looking at the time on your Apple Watch you walk a little faster. Nikki said she would be here at a certain time and you didn’t like making people wait. Turning the corner you go down the escalator descending to the baggage claim.

Hearing a bark makes you search the crowd of people. A little grey blob pushes people out of the way. Nikki’s red hair standing out as she took off after Tessa. Opening your arms you get tackled by your favorite dog in the world. Her tongue laps at your face making you giggle.

“Tessa my love, I missed you so much” her body wiggling in your arms as you tried calming her down. People were looking at the interaction the two of you were having. Grabbing her leash you stand back up.

Nikki opens her arms to you which you gladly take her hug. She gives the best hugs in the damn world. Letting you go she kisses both of your cheeks , she’s like a second mom. Tugging your free hand she pulls you along. She took your extra suitcase even though you tried to take it but she insisted. Leaving thankfully no one was outside, if Tom was with you it would have been a lot worse. He draws big crowds full of his loving fans.

“c’mon Tessa lets get in the car” opening the door for her she jumps inside. Taking your backpack and purse off you set them on the floor of the car. You hear clicking sounds and turn around to see people with cameras.

Getting in the car you close the door annoyed with the cameras. You don’t know how Tom does it all the time, it’s got to be truly exhausting having your every move watched. Even his family has to deal with it. Nikki tells you to ignore them and starts the car pulling out of the parking spot. Tessa jumps back onto the seat and lays down next to you.

Smiling down at her you place your hand on her head. Your thumb stroking her head slowly to her ears and repeating it. Watching as her eyes closed from your touch. God you love her so much, probably more than Tom.

Taking your phone out you see notifications pop up. Clicking on them you see Tom’s tweet and your heart stops. Going to his Instagram you see he hasn’t posted anything. Clicking on his tagged photos you see his fans posts. Scrolling through they’re all freaking about his Bye Bye Hair tweet.

Exiting the Instagram app you open your messages and clicking on Tom’s name. Looking at the messages waiting for some sort of explanation. Typing and retyping the message you want to send. Normally he keeps you updated but he hasn’t said a damn thing. When he does that you start to feel like a fan yourself and freak out.

You:

So what’s with the tweet, care to spill the secret like you do with every Marvel secret?

Locking your phone you know it’d be a while to get a message back if he was on set. The ride home was filled with conversation about your trip. The two of you talked as Tessa slept peacefully. Nikki told you stories about the boys and how mischievous they’ve been. She says Paddy has been getting into the sweets more and has grown a sweet tooth recently.

Checking your phone you see there’s still no text back. You ask Nikki and she explains she has no clue. Apparently Tom hasn’t even told her which she thought was odd. You knew it was very odd because he’s such a momma’s boy.

Nikki drops you off at Toms and helps you with your stuff. After you and Tessa are all settled she tells you to come over for dinner. Apparently Harry has been working on something and wants the family to see. He knew you were coming back into town so he told Nikki to tell you since you’re practically family.

Hugging Nikki goodbye you shut the door behind her as she leaves. Picking your phone off the table you see notifications again. Some were from Harrison and your friends messaging you. The messages consisted of screenshots asking why Tom was cutting his hair. Your thoughts get interrupted by your ringtone you made for Tom. It was him saying quackson.

Meme King:

C’mon angel don’t be like that, let me give you a call xx

Rolling your eyes you connect your phone to the charger. Your phone starts ringing flashing ‘Meme King wants to FaceTime.’ Clicking the answer you see Tom relaxing with a hood on his head. Normally his curls peep out which make you narrow your eyes trying to see his curls. His smile distracting as he cheers happily to see your face.

“Ah there’s my beautiful girl, I’ve missed you darling” his voice making your heart ache, you miss him so much.

“Hey baby, I’ve missed you more..” you pout looking at him snuggle deeper into the couch. You could hear Harrison in the background talking. Tessa’s tags jingle as she jumps onto the L shaped couch.

“There’s my little one! I love you Tessa soooo much” Tom cooed into the screen making a kiss face.

“Tom so are you going to tell me what that tweet was about?” You ask turning the screen back to you. The seriousness in your face made his smile fall.

“I uh.. well I can’t keep it a secret from you anymore” He pulls the hood revealing his hair of cur.. there are no curls. Just short hair that he fixed with his hand. Your jaw dropping at the sight because last night you talked to him and all the curls were there.

“Christ, you don’t like it do you” Tom sits up fixing the angle he had the screen at. You were in shock because you haven’t seen Tom with short hair, the only pictures you’ve seen are from when he was little. Nikki likes to show you pictures from her archive whenever you see her.

“N-No baby, I’m just thrown off is all.. you look very handsome I’m just going to miss the curls” you give him a smile as you see his features relax. Did he really care that much about what you thought of his hair?

“I know how you like gripping onto them when I go down on you” he sighs tilting his head back. Your cheeks tinting pink from what he just said.

“Oi! I’m right here and you’re going to talk to her in front of me like that man? you two are like rabbits” Harrison’s voice fills your ears making you face palm yourself. God dammit Thomas.

“It’s the truth so now she has to wait for them to grow back” Tom defends himself laughing at his best friend. Harrison pops up behind Tom flipping you and him off.

“Awww Hazeroonie don’t be mad you don’t have a sex life” you tease sticking your tongue out. Harrison lets out a small scream taking off out of the frame.

“Okay yeah I’m definitely going to miss your curls now” you sigh thinking of the last time you two were alone together. Your thighs clamping together tightly at the thought.

“I’ll be home when I can love, I’ll FaceTime you every night till were together.. then when I’m home you can give me some personal FaceTime” his smirk making your heart rate pick up again.

“PLEASE GET A ROOM THOMAS” Tom’s head is then hit with a pillow causing him to drop his phone. In the background you hear the two getting into a little fist fight. Knowing them they’re going to sound like children any second with their banter.

“cut it out you twat I’m talking to my girl right now” Tom huffs after a slap sounds echoes through the air. The phone is kicked around making the room look like it’s spinning.

“Ow don’t pull my hair!” Harrison whines followed by a thud. Laughter filling the air making you sigh. These two were actual children.

Tom picks up his phone that fell from before. Harrison says he’s going to the store leaving the two of you alone. The two of you talk about how long it will be till you see each other again. It was hard while he’s away but you really enjoyed these FaceTime calls. It was the only time you’d see him when he wasn’t busy and it made the wait worth it.

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flowers-in-your-dustbin · 6 years

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All the numbers again (second tag reblog)

1: When you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk? More milk than cereal cause I like to drink it!

2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day? Yeah, but when I can get into the warmth after that's even better!

3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books? I try to remember the page number instead so usually end on a multiple of 10 or 5.

4: how do you take your coffee/tea? Tea: Two sugars, milk, hopefully brewed by the gal. Coffee: I don’t!

5: are you self-conscious of your smile? Kinda!

6: do you keep plants? Nope!

7: do you name your plants? None to name!

8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings? Oils if I had the money for that so typically watercolours

9: do you like singing/humming to yourself? I am right now.

10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach? Typically side, but back is fine. Not stomach really!

11: what's an inner joke you have with your friends? Oh My Gouda.

12: what's your favorite planet? Uranus ;)

13: what's something that made you smile today? My gal surprised me with a beautiful orchid

14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like? Edgy expose brick aesthetic

15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is! Uranus’ blue glow is due to an abundance of methane which filters out red light.

16: what's your favorite pasta dish? Spaghetti carbonara probs! Especially cooked by the best.

17: what color do you really want to dye your hair? I don’t! I did want pastel pink in August.

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up. I had a paddy fit in primary school because I used to always sabotage my meals so I didn't eat them but I spilt milk on something I legitimately didn’t mind having... I cried over spilt milk.

19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it? I do! I write the days events and my feelings, I draw key points or little objects. Not all the time tho.

20: what's your favorite eye color? A nice hazel-y to chocolate amber brown woop

21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that's been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces. A grey Kanken Fjallraven, if Switzerland counts as hell, there you have it.

22: are you a morning person? Yeah! I’m straight too!

23: what's your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations? Exactly that, nothing. With a side of music.

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets? Only the one.

25: what's the weirdest place you've ever broken into? An abandoned slaughterhouse. Soz vegans

26: what are the shoes you've had for forever and wear with every single outfit? Black old skool vans hehe original

27: what's your favorite bubblegum flavor? Strawberry!

28: sunrise or sunset? Why not both in a day?

29: what's something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing? I’m not sure!

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared? I’m not sure, close calls/

31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks. I like socks. Weird socks are fun. So are odd ones. I do not sleep with my socks, nor do I confine myself to white sock hell.

32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends. We had deep convos for the time, we probs cried, then probs went to sleep.

33: what's your fave pastry? Uh choux just cause I can remember that is one. Hahahaha.

34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it? I had one called Baxter Bear which was the best, he was quite obviously a bear with a red scarf and his own passport. I threw up on him in the car and he was never the same again, he disappeared short after. Don’t ask about Scrubs the dog.

35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often? I do, I just don't use them often.

36: which band's sound would fit your mood right now? The xx

37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean? A healthy middle.

38: tell us about your pet peeves! Couldn’t possibly. There’s a fair few.

39: what color do you wear the most? Probably black? Emo ik.

40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what's it's story? does it have any meaning to you? I own a necklace I got for my 16th its very cute and only comes out when I have heterosexual days to masquerade it. It’s nice.

41: what's the last book you remember really, really loving? The Picture of Dorian Grey by Oscar Wilde, it’s my favourite ever. I don’t read as much as I used to, sigh.

42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it! There’s a cute local one. They do unreal Nutella pancakes and its quite central and very aesthetic-y. Yum!

43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with? My gal, typically on the way to my car where I point out Orion or The Dipper. It’d be nice to do it properly sometime.

44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything? Two days ago.

45: do you trust your instincts a lot? When I need to.

46: tell us the worst pun you can think of. Someone mentions a dog, then I normally incorporate the word ‘ruff’ as a homophone for ‘rough’ and get death stares. But I like it.

47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe? Gherkins.

48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today? Abandonment/loneliness hahahah yes it is.

49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought? I do like buying records yeah! I can’t say until April the 23rd but I’ll have bought another by then.

50: what's an odd thing you collect? I don’t think I do have anything odd!

51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them? Uncomfortable by Wallows, as well as Fast Food by D.I.D and many many more.

52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far? The new Patrick one is doing pretty good.

53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them? Nope, nope, nope and nope!

54: who's the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face? My dog. I didn't walk him.

55: what's the most dramatic thing you've ever done to prove a point? Hahahah you wouldn’t want to know.

56: what are some things you find endearing in people? Feeling secure with them, if you get me.

57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics? CAN YOU DO THE FANDANGO!?!?!

58: who's the wine mom and who's the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why? K is probs the wine mom bc I'd say A but she’s not as sensible, thus A gets the Aunt role.

59: what's your favorite myth? Bulls hate red, they’re actually colour blind lmao.

60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves? I don’t mind a bit of poetry! Marking Time by Owen Sheers is noice.

61: what's the stupidest gift you've ever given? the stupidest one you've ever received? Me and mum put a fancy brooch in a pack of digestives for someone. I’ve received stupid spellings of my name on the birthday cards.

62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind? Nope

63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be? Rainbow order woop.

64: what color is the sky where you are right now? Black.

65: is there anyone you haven't seen in a long time who you'd love to hang out with? Yep!

66: what would your ideal flower crown look like? Cutesy and white and blue and stuff idk. But I wouldn't wear one haha.

67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel? Serene! Albeit Silent Hill-esque

68: what's winter like where you live? Fun! Cold! Disruptive!

69: what are your favorite board games? The Game of Life/Monopoly/Articulate!

70: have you ever used a ouija board? Nope!

71: what's your favorite kind of tea? English Breakfast, brewed by the girlfriend.

72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you'll forget it? I've been known to be.

73: what are some of your worst habits? Overthinking. Nail biting.

74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns. Ginger.

75: tell us about your pets! A doggo! A beagle! and a fish...

76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren't? Revising!

77: pink or yellow lemonade? Yellow

78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub? anyone in the fanclub needs natural selection to do its thing.

79: what's one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you? Surprised me at work with flowers.

80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why? White, because I’d like grey but we haven’t got there yet or painted the house since its still pretty new.

81: describe one of your friend's eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of. I don't have the time for that shit.

82: are/were you good in school? I was! I still think I am! Who knows.

83: what's some of your favorite album art? Smithsmithsmithsmithsmiths

84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones? Yeah! Quite a few. All tonal, but above all a Venus sign and more importantly the great wave off Kanazawa by Hokusai

85: do you read comics? what are your faves? I don't fun fact I used to read them start to feel sick.

86: do you like concept albums? which ones? I feel stupid for not knowing what they are.

87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives? Donnie Darko.

88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy? Not Gothic. Can’t go wrong with a bit of impressionism.

89: are you close to your parents? I think. Depends on the time of day.

90: talk about your one of you favorite cities. Starts with E, ends in Dinburgh.

91: where do you plan on traveling this year? Nowhere abroad really, just a couple of good cities.

92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch? Barely sprinkles, but I have a drowner with me to compensate.

93: what's the hairstyle you wear the most? Down. Full stop.

94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday? My girlfriend’s. mum!

95: what are your plans for this weekend? Work, a party, a Harry Potter film, a sad Sunday.

96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot? I leave them for as long as possible

97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house? ENFJ/Pisces/Ravenclaw

98: when's the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it? Hah idk.

99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them. Nude - Radiohead is the one I’m thinking at the mo’ and I can’t think past that.

100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why? Future. Don’t need to lament on the past when I hope I have a good one ahead of me. Then from there I'd click 5 back so I’m right back to where I am, cheers.

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paddy-nic · 7 years

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Kopa the Lion

Decided to finally bring this guy out from years of imprisonment in the back of my mind and into existence. Technically also came from my first fanfic waaayy long ago...somewhat. I just won’t explain. Attempted to accompany this reveal with a drawing... Yeah, second drawing so I’m still in the “needs a lot of practice” phase of that new found hobby. Holy Noodle Limbs Paddy...

Yeah so that being said it can be inferred this is a very rough design as I’m still teaching myself to draw. Most notably that he looks a lot fatter than I had intended. I have been working on different ‘styles’ to find one I can really work with but went again with the “Sonic-Style” for this one. It was good practice.

((Using the same standard bio format I made for Anput, my original oc))

Species: Lion

Age: 27

Sexuality: Hetero/Demi(?)

Appearance: At a good height which is typical for Mobian lions. His mane is of a rustic red and he has longer “hair” that comes down well along the side of his face resembles his father’s ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°). Has a goldenrod hue to his fur but his underbelly, muzzle and fingers/toes are of a tan color. His snout, palms and soles have a noticeable brown tint that fade. He has a large scar on his chest from a nearly fatal injury he sustained as a youngster.

Physique: A good solid build but not overly muscular; an attractive middle ground between the two. Standard lion tail. Purple eyes.

General Attire: Jeans, flannel, and his chucks. Almost always. He tends to roll his sleeves up to just below the elbows. In colder weather he’ll keep the sleeves down and possibly wear a jacket over.

Personality: At a young age he was pretty cocky and had a slight sense of superiority towards others. Though those went away in time (mostly the latter), every once in a while they might come out, usually, if prompted. Otherwise he is quite down to earth and enjoys the company of others. Though generally high spirited, he sees the world as ‘gilded’ and lives mindful of some of the more ulterior/malicious intents that others may have. A person that has a lot more going on on the inside than what he outwardly depicts - mostly regarding family and romantic life.

Likes:

Grunge

Seeing the good come out in others

Coffee

The outside ‘feel’ (windows open, light breeze, natural sunlight ,etc)

Strenuous Activities (running, lifting, carpentry, etc) but also napping?

Dislikes:

Ulterior motives

The fact he has never met his sister

Unidentifiable things touching him in the dark

Description: Came from a very prominent family but since being on his own, is a blue collar worker through and through. He is very self-sufficient but whenever he works with someone he ensures both equally get something out of it. He has no inheritance from his family as they think he is dead (we’ll get to that) but is comfortable with his steady job and income. Really just takes it day-by-day and lives his life as such.

Backstory: As mentioned, he came from a prominent family...he was a prince and there was no doubt he was going to follow in his parents footsteps. However, in his early teen years he was attacked, by whom he still is unsure, and this left him permanently scarred and on the fringes of life. All in all he should not have survived but was bandaged up and aided to health by a stranger who he now considers to be like a godfather. Initially he just lied low and didn’t return for fear that his attacker would finish the job. After a year or so of this, he got wind that his family had him presumed dead and that there were already random people arriving to make claims that they were the “long lost Kopa.” Through judgement and counsel, decided to not to make a return since it would likely cause more trouble especially if they have already grieved and overcome the hardships of his death. All in all it was the wrong decision and he knows and regrets this deeply. But as each year had passed, he knew he was getting further and further from going back and soon came a point where he knew fully he was leaving his family behind for good.

At the time he was betrothed to his best friend and the two loved each other dearly. His “death” took a terrible toll on her as he found out when he accidentally ran into her at a coffee shop a few years later. Though she did not recognize him and Kopa kept his identity secret at the moment, she mentioned her side of the story - that she recovered and though was still very close to his parents, she eventually married another and was pregnant with a son to which she plans to name Kopa. This further reaffirmed that he had gone too far and can’t go back.

In his late teens/early twenties he met a peculiar jackal and became very close platonic friends with her. They even lived together for a good part of one of those years. She had a few run ins with some bad people and after a while acquired a few enemies in the local area. One night she vanished and he was sure her pursuers got to her. This too took a toll on Kopa as he now was on the receiving end of losing someone dear to him. He managed to get back on his feet and for half a decade now has lived a normal life and is glad for the stability.

Five random selections from different OC Reference Questions I’ve seen:

Does your character have any enemies? Just one...

Are they a team player or do they prefer to be solo? Either or. But if he’s with a team or in a group of some kind he tries to make sure everyone in the group will benefit.

Do they prefer romance or affection? He hates the sappy romantic stuff but likes “playful affection”. Just knowing that there is mutual affection and love is all he needs. Because then it can leave more time and energy for fun and enjoying the other person.

If your character had one thing to say to their parents before they died, what would it be? “I’m alive and safe and miss you all more than I can bare.”

Is there a single song, phrase, or quote to describe your character? He is quite literally “a prince among thieves.” As for songs, “The Day I Tried To Live” by Soundgarden is pretty darn close. One of his favorites too.

#phew...#Kopa the Lion #now I got two OCs #well he was always there...#just now he is revealed #anyway #here's a shitty drawing courtesy of me #enjoy #or don't #i don't care #it's really whatever #paddy draws

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wwesmutdonedirtcheap · 7 years

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Irish Princess

Sheamus forgoes celebrating St. Patrick’s Day to stay home with his wife….

Tried to do tags this morning and they were acting super weird….Sorry guys!

“This is weird,” I laughed, looking over at Sheamus as we sat on the couch.

“What?”

“You love St. Patrick’s Day…Going out to the bar, making fun of everybody with their green beer. Complaining how everybody’s pretending to be ‘bloody Irish’,” I smirked, scooting closer to him.

“Let’s just say ma priorities have changed a lil’,” he reached for me and pulled me closer to him, resting my head on his chest and his arms around me.

“Just because I can’t drink, doesn’t mean you can’t,” I whispered up at him.

One of his hands snaked down across the tiny bump starting to grow in my stomach.

“I’m only home five days, sweetheart,” he rested his chin on top of my head “I wanna spend every second wit ya.”

“I like that,” I cuddled closer to him, breathing in his smell.

That was one of the things I missed most when he would go back on the road. The way he smelled. I kept a bottle of his cologne in my nightstand and admittedly, some nights I would spray my pillow with it to help me go to sleep.

We had been married for a little over a year when I found out I was pregnant. I had to tell him over the phone because he wasn’t scheduled to be home for another two weeks and I couldn’t keep it to myself for that long. Having to tell your husband something like that over the phone…Hurt. I accepted his career and everything that went with it but things like that made it hard.

We lay there for a while, mindlessly watching a home improvement show on television and making comments about doing some of the remodels to our own house. Finally, we stopped talking all together and I could feel his fingers running through the length of my hair.

“Do ya hate me?”

“What?” I laughed in surprise, sitting up and staring at him.

“Do ya hate me dat I’m not around more for ya,” he sighed “I’m missin’ a lot already. Doctor’s appointments…Not bein’ here to take care of ya when ya get sick.”

“I don’t hate you, baby,” I ran my hand along his cheek “You’re working…Just like anybody else.”

“No,” he ran his hand over his beard “It’s not like everybody else. Most husbands would be bloody able ta take care of their wives.”

“You are,” I scooted closer, so that I was sitting in his lap “You work hard every single night just like any other husband. That’s how you take care of me…How you’re going to take care of our baby.”

“I want ya on the road wit me,” he whispered.

“I have to work,” I started to protest.

“You don’t have ta work, unless ya want to,” he laced his fingers through mine in his lap.

“But,” I shook my head.

I had never thought of it as a possibility. I had been working the same job since I met him. It was an office job and I truly hated it but I had never thought about leaving. I didn’t expect him to support me, even then.

“Ya can think about it,” he raised my hand and slid it down the side of his face “But it’s what I want…if you do.”

“I hate that job,” I answered flatly and he grinned.

“I know ya do.”

“But after the baby is born, and old enough,” I shifted even closer to him “I want to find another job.”

“Absolutely, love,” he nodded “Yer not one ta let a stubborn bloke like me support ya.”

‘Nope,“ I smiled, before pecking him on the lips “Thank you.”

“It’ll make ya happy bein’ wit me, won’t it?”

I nodded.

“I miss ya so much when I’m gone,” he sighed “Sharin’ a room wit you would be a lot betta than bunkin’ with Cesaro.”

I giggled against his ear, as I kissed his cheek. I felt his strong hand guide my lips around to his and I moaned softly into his mouth.

“Love,” he whispered when our lips parted.

“I told you, it’s fine,” I sighed.

He had been so afraid to have sex since I found out I was pregnant. We had, but he was scared to death every single time.

“It’ll be a new St. Patrick’s Day tradition,” I giggled, running kisses playfully along his neck.

I felt him give, picking me up quickly and carrying me upstairs to our bedroom.

Sheamus sat me down once we got into the room and I took his hand, pulling him toward our bed. He slid his t-shirt over his head and then mine. I lay back on the bed and he crawled over me.

“There’ll be time for a lot more of this too,” I smirked up at him, running my hands across his broad shoulders.

“I like tha sound a’ that,” he groaned, as our lips met again.

He softly ran his hands over my body, as if I were breakable, but I was just happy he was touching me. He kissed a trail from my throat all the way down to my stomach and he stopped. His hands ran across the bump and then he kissed it with a smile.

“Feels like we’re bein’ watched,” he kidded me, as he leaned up to kiss me again.

His fingers found the band of my shorts, pulling them and my panties off at the same time. He kicked out of his sweatpants and lightly spread my legs to rest on either side of his hips.

“I love ya, so much,” he pressed his forehead against mine “You’ve given me everythin’ I ever wanted.”

“Well,” I giggled “I couldn’t have done all of it without you.”

He smirked, as he slid slowly into me and I sighed with contentment.

Sheamus rocked his hips against mine and I moaned as he finally got deeper.

“Dat’s where ya like it,” he groaned, picking up his pace at last.

I smiled, running my nails down his back and he shuddered. I knew that was how he liked it too.

He swiftly changed our position, where I was sitting on his lap and looking into his eyes. I drew his mouth toward mine and ran my tongue in between his parted lips. He wrapped his arms tighter around my waist and I started to take control, riding him at the rate that I wanted.

I could tell he was concerned but I kissed him, drawing his mind away from his worries and pulling him back into the sensations of being together.

I arched my back and put one arm behind me on the bed, between his legs. His hand roamed down over my breasts and he drew his mouth to them. His warm tongue sliding along my sensitive skin only increased the feeling that was growing inside of me.

Finally, he moved his fingers down to lightly stroke on my clit and I felt my legs start to shake.

“Sheamus,” I panted, covering his hand with my own to make him go even faster.

“Oh god” I moaned, sitting up closer to him and biting into his shoulder to hold back louder screams as I felt my orgasm rush over me.

He groaned something inaudible as I felt him release inside me, then draw my mouth to his again.

“I think I found my favorite St. Paddy’s Day tradition,” he laughed when our mouths parted, running his fingers down my jaw.

“Better than green beer?” I giggled.

“Who drinks bloody green beer anyway?” he scoffed with a smile.

#sheamus x reader #sheamus imagine #sheamus fluff #sheamus smut #wwe smut fan fiction #wwe imagine

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tellerford13 · 7 years

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MO ASTOR- CHAPTER 23

We don’t own the bikes, brothers, or any “related” Sons of Anarchy, trust us, if we did we wouldn’t have the time to write. No money is being made from our stories. So, please don’t sue. It’d be a fruitless endeavor indeed. That being said, Harley, Journee, and any other newbies are ours, and we don’t share. :Whispers in creepy voice: “My precious.” The universe This reality is a mix of cannon, and our own ideas. We strive to keep the boys cannon, but since we will be shifting around some of the events, that will reflect in our writing and their personalities as well. It’s our goal to provide you with quality fiction, and solid, fleshed out OFC. We appreciate constructive criticism and love LOVE reviews, they are a writers life blood and definitely help encourage us and inspire us. We will be posting on our Tumblr where we’ll have fun pictures from time to time as well. http://tellerford13.tumblr.com We’ll also be taking requests for one shots, preferences or imagines for all things Sons at our other Tumblr, so check it out and send your thoughts!http://tellerford13oneshots.tumblr.com/ And just for fun, we’ve decided to start a Pinterest for the story! So if you want a glimpse at our girls and see into our world, check it out! https://www.pinterest.com/tellerford/

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Chapter-Twenty-Three

Chibs

I study my sleeping bride as the airplane taking us back to the states flies through the night. It’s been a busy two weeks full of remembering and healing. Seeing Greer and Padric was cathartic for me soul. They were okay. Healthy, happy, and moved on with their life. Leaving the way I had, forced me out of their lives as well as Kerrianne’s. Kerrianne. The thought of my daughter puts me in a strange place. I’m proud of the young woman she’s becoming. She’s lovely, intelligent, and kind according to Padric and the pictures I’ve seen of her over the years. The best wedding gift other than my bride was the phone call Padric arranged.

“Heya cousin. I got someone for ya to talk too.”

“No, it’s not me ma. Are you alone? Good. Close your door.” Padric hands me the phone, and I swallow hard as my heart thumps in my chest. Journee squeezes my hand, and I open my mouth.

“Hullo?”

“Hullo?” Her soft voice responds and my heart skips a beat.

“It’s yer Da.”

Silence falls between us.

“Da?”

“Aye. I’m visiting with Paddy and his mother, w-with me wife, Journee.”

“Oh. How…How are you?”

“I’m perfect now, Lass.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Say anything ye want. Hearing your voice is all I need.”

“Oh. I-I’m good. Lazy day, no school, and I’ve been in my bedroom reading.”

“Do you like books, love?”

“Aye. I’d like to be a writer one day I think.”

I close my eyes and lose myself in the soft, sweet sound of her voice. “I know you could if ye put your mind to it.”

“You think so?” “I know so. I may not be able to see you myself or speak with ya, but I’ve kept up with you over the years.”

“You did?”

“Aye. You’re me flesh and blood. Padric will be taking letters from you if ye want. We...” I swallow and look to Journee who nods her head. “We could write each other?”

“What about… I mean would it be safe?”

“We’ll be careful love. No one will find out.” “I’d like that a lot.”

“Good. I have to go now my beautiful girl, but we’ll be in touch, yea?”

“Yea, Da.”

She hangs up, and I close my eyes. I just heard my daughter call me Da for the first time I can really remember. Tears blur my vision.

~~~~~~~

PRESENT

Things are finally coming back around for me. I’m doing more than making it from day to day running on empty. Alcohol was my fuel for so long. The thing that numbed the pain blurred the memories and kept me functioning. I leaned on Journee more than I should’ve, but she never turned me away, and I clung to that in many ways. I’d been lying to myself about my leanaan for so long, I almost started to believe it.

PAST

I can’t handle the club tonight. Not on Kerrianne’s birthday. I ignore Tig’s whine for me to return as I weave my way through the crowd out into the night air. My chest is tight, and my nerves are short. Getting drunk is a must, but I find tonight I don’t want to do it alone. There’s only one person I can stand to be around when I get dark like this. I walk to my bike and start her up with two things on my mind, Whiskey and Journee.

I have the bottle open and another in the black bag I’m carrying as I take a long draw and walk up the driveway. There’s no bikes here, so I know we’ll be alone. Her home has become a haven for us when we need to get away. It’s not unusual to see Happy or Jax here when they need to get away. The door opens and I meet her kind eyes.

“Oh, Filip.”

Her words are full or sorrow, but I don’t feel pitied, only cared for. Only she has the power to do that. At the bottom of the stairs, we’re the same height. She cups my face with her hand. Her fingers graze my scar. I shiver, but it’s not with disgust or discomfort. I really am a rotten bastard. It’s not the first birthday I’ve ridden out here, I know in my heart, it won’t be the last.

“Are you up for a party, love?” I offer the bottle.

She accepts it and takes a long pull.

“Are you?”

My lips quirk upward. “Cheeky girl. Only ye could get a smile out of me on this day.”

“Come inside.” She steps back, and I follow her in. The scent of incense is a religious experience. I’m baptized by the sweet smell that I associate with the place I consider home.

“I was hoping you’d come by today.”

“Were ye now?”

She nods. “Saved me the trip to the clubhouse.”

“Why are ye so good to me bonnie lass?”

“We’re friends, aren’t we?” she asks.

I rake my gaze over her. In a flowing white dress with skinny straps that support her full breasts, she’d tempt a saint.

“Aye, love. Best friends.”

She gives me a smile. “I thought maybe we could do something different today.”

“OH?” I take the bottle bag and chug. She pushes it down. “Yes, and I need you sober for it.”

I can think of a lot we could do sober, leannan. The stray thought is enough to make me hand over the bottle. “Tell me more.”

“You’ve shard a lot about Kerrianne with me. Why don’t we honor that?” She bites her lower lip, and I know she’s nervous. I want to hunt down her ex and kick his arse. She never used to be like this with me.

“Go ahead, love.”

“I have the ingredients to make a lemon cake. I hope I’m not overstepping my boundary, but I know that was her favorite, so I thought maybe we could make it?”

The thought of making my daughters favorite cake with the person I’m closest too nearly brings me to my knees. I place a hand on her shoulder and squeeze. “I think that’s a fine idea.”

“Yeah?” She glances up at me through her long dark lashes. I tuck her hair behind her ear and skim her delicate jawline with the backs of my knuckles.

“Aye.” I’m not the only one who needs healing. I can see the shadows that didn’t use to exist in her eyes. Even at my worse, I can pull it together enough to be here for her.

“Good, then we should head to the kitchen to get started.”

I nod my head, unable to speak around the lump in my throat. Her thoughtfulness knows no bounds. It’s more than I’m used to from a woman. My relationships have been few and far in-between, and none of the woman had an ounce of the kindness and giving nature. I used to think it was because their lives had made them harsh and hardened, but knowing that Journee came from tough stock has changed the way I think about them. It made it easier in some ways to accept what happened between me and Fiona. It was never going to be happily ever after. The old girl didn’t have it in her to give me what I’d need long term. Instead, we’d have remained together growing a bit bitter every year as the distance drifted in and separated as surely as the ocean now does.

I wash my hands, and we work together between drinks to make a traditional Irish lemon cake. I study the yellow cake as it cools.

“Did you know they call this an Irish lemon fairy cake? I think it was part of why Kerrianne loved it so much. She was obsessed with the Fae. I can’t tell you how many of their stories I read her over and over again.” I laugh as I remember her little face lighting up as I made up stories about the wee faeries that came in at night.

“Tell me a story?”

I glance over at her and laugh.

“I’m afraid I’m a bit rusty, love.”

She pouts.

“Ack. Put that away. I’ll tell ye a tale.”

She smirks.

“Little brat. There was once a dark haired little sprite with big brown eyes and a wild head of hair. She liked to bask in the sun and draw her markings for others.”

She giggles, and I smirk.

“Markings?”

“Aye she had a skilled hand, and all her markings brought her fellow sprites great joy. They came from all around the land to be marked by the dark-skinned beauty.”

“And did she live happily ever-after?”

“Of course she did, love.”

Her smile falters, and she looks away. “It should be time to dust it with powdered sugar now.” She moves to the cabinet, and I make a note to pay closer attention to her. She returns with a canister of sugar and a sifter.

“You sprinkle. I have a few things to set up in the other room. You can’t come out until I call you, Okay?”

“Right, leave me to do all the work.”

She kisses my cheek and walks off. I admire her thick ass and take another draw off the bottle. It’s not the way a man should be looking at his best friend. Don’t fuck this up. A voice in my head begs. I blink and refocus as warmth envelopes my body and the tension eases from me. The whiskey is doing its job.

“Okay, I’m ready for you.”

I stroll out to the living room and my eyes water. She’s set up a proper European birthday complete with white bunting on the wall and crackers. A white cake pedestal sits on the table waiting for the cake we just completed. A teapot, saucers, and cups, are waiting for hot water and tea leaves. I run my hand over my mouth, stunned.

“…Or I can get rid of it all.” She moves to grab the tea pot. I walk over, and still her hand, placing mine over hers. I shake my head no, unable to speak as I pull her to my chest and palm the back of her head. The liquor is racing through my bloodstream, along with the heavy emotions. My shoulders shake, I bury my face in her neck, and the flood gates break as I grieve for the loss I’ve been holding back with bottles of Jamison since I came to Charming.

She wraps her arms around me and holds on tight enough to keep me from completely falling apart. Drained, purged, and tipsy, I pull back.

“Better?”

“Aye, love. Hate for you to see me being such a misery guts.”

“There’s nowhere else I’d want you to be right now. You’ve been there for me. Now it’s my turn to return the favor, okay?” She wipes away the tears with her thumbs, and I clear my throat as I nod. Everyone one has their breaking point. Tonight was mine.

“Good now, let’s be rebels and have cake in bed. Get your boots, cut, and pants off. We’re slumming it.”

I smirk and salute her. “Aye, but don’t forget the whiskey?”

She rolls her eyes. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

I smirk. I like it when she lets me in her bed more than I should. But the sheets are always clean and sweet smelling, and with her warm body around mine, I have the best sleep I ever have.

PRESENT

I should’ve admitted then and there I wanted her, but I’ve always been a stubborn bastard. I was ashamed of my desires. She’s half my age, and back then she was just getting the shop off the ground and getting over that piece of shit, Kyle. I didn’t want to do anything that would feel like I was taking advantage of her. In the end, it all worked out as it should. I slid down in my seat, and rest my head on top of hers. I want to enjoy the peace we’ve found and the bubble we were allowed to live in for as long as possible, before we return to our chaotic living.

***

Jax

It’s amazing how you can know someone your entire life, and still not know them completely. Dating has allowed me to see Lee in an entirely different light. There’s a softness to her. A vulnerability I want to protect at all costs. I’ve see what a man can do to a woman in this life. I won’t see her beaten down and used up. I’ve always treated her like royalty because that’s what she is, a child of the first nine, equal to me in a different way because she’s a female and I’m a man. Now I know she’s going to be queen one day. I can do no more than treat her thus. I snicker and run my hand down my face. She’s got me breaking out the vocab I learned in high school.

It’s crazy how much love I have for her inside me. Once I took the blinders off, it was like a trickle of water turned into a waterfall. She’s everything I need. Funny, laid back, but tough and willing to fight if necessary. She knows all there is to know about me and my life. But most of all I trust her. She’s not going to leave me or fall off sobriety into a drug fueled backslide. That’s what always kept me from investing too deeply in Wendy. I never held it over her head…But after her second relapse, I knew she wasn’t someone I could fully depend on. I shut off from her after that, and I think that’s where the honeymoon phase ended, and we began to go south. She turned into a habit. I stayed because I had nothing better to do and it was familiar. That was stupid of me looking back. But it gets lonely after a while, and you get sick of sleeping with the same trim the brothers’ have passed around. It’s good in a bind, but kind of sad long term, unless you’re looking for that. My mind goes to the older members who’d opted to stay permanent bachelors. For them, it was like hitting pay dirt. Me, I always needed someone to feel close to. It’s why I was shit at leaving even when I couldn’t remain monogamous because I grew bored and disinterested.

Now that type of behavior is no longer an option. Lee is it, and I know she won’t put up with my bullshit. It’s why I’m chomping at the bit to see my sister. She always had a way of putting my mind at ease and walking me through things. Usually, If Baby J isn’t available I could just as easily go to Lee. But you can’t go to your girlfriend about your girlfriend, so Lee isn’t the only one anxiously waiting for her to return home. For all intents and purposes, this is my first grown up relationship. Wendy was playing house. I want to build a home with Harley, for my child and myself.

My child. The tiny being is the reason I’m driving toward my old home. We hadn’t seen or heard much from her since the wedding. That worried me. It was always something with her. Even if it was clear, she was calling just to bitch. After we came out at the wedding, not a peep was heard. Which is why we’re heading over unannounced. I don’t want her to have time to clean up any messes. I turn onto the street and park a few houses down. We leave the bike. The lawn is overgrown, and the house seems to have a dark cloud around it. My hackles rise, and I pick up the pace. I don’t even bother to knock. I take out my key and let us inside.

I scan the area. The house is dim. Dishes are piled up in the sink. My gut clenches.

“Wendy?” I call out.

“Jax?”

The voice is slurred. Fuck. I jog to the room we used to share and see her on the floor in the bathroom.

I rush toward her, and she heaves into the toilet bowl.

I fall to my knees beside her and grab her hair. “What’s going on?”

“Morning sickness,” she says from her position half in the toilet bowl.

Oh, thank God.

I glance at Lee whose hovering in the doorway. “If your morning sickness was this bad why didn’t you call someone?

“Who? You? You’re too busy playing house with your new woman, and I don’t have anyone else here.” She pushes into a seated position and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. Lee steps inside grabs a washcloth and runs it under cold water.

“That has shit to do with me taking care of the sick mother of my child.”

She hiccupped. “I don’t want to be another baby mama. They’re treated like shit.”

“You think I’d be like that? We have a good arrangement going. Don’t fuck it up because you’re inside your head.” I sweep my eyes over her. She looks clean. I hold out her hands and study her arms. No needle pricks.

“Let me see your feet, Wendy.”

She rolls her eyes and straightens out her legs. I search her toes for tracks.

“I’m clean. Jesus.”

“You can’t blame me for checking.”

She rolls her eyes.

Lee offers up a damp washcloth, and she snatches it away. I narrow my gaze, and she shrinks. “Thanks,” She mutters.

“Let’s get you into bed. I’ll have the prospects come by during the day and keep the place clean, yeah?”

“Whatever you say, your highness.”

I roll my eyes. “Don’t be a bitch.”

“I’m pregnant, alone, and sick as a dog, excuse me if my manners are lacking. You should have told me what was going on Jax.”

“What?”

“You and .her. I always knew you two had a thing, and there I am with my belly out to here in a black dress with everyone giving me pity filled glances. That was fucked up.”

“Hey. This wasn’t going on when we were together.”

She snorts. “Right.”

“I’m many things, but I don’t wreck homes. Your home was already broken, and Jax was already out the door.” Lee says from the doorway.

“And you had no problems opening your arms for him, right Lee?”

“Hey! I went after her. Your beef is with me,” I say.

She narrows his gaze. “Yes, it is. Look, I’m fine. Nausea is kicking my ass. You want to send Prospects by, fine. Let them help me keep the place up. You want to meet me at the hospital for appointments fine. You want me to keep up with you on the phone. You got it. But I don’t want to see this bitch in my home dogging your footsteps in my fucking place like she always belonged there. You owe me that shit.”

I bow my head. “Fine. You’ll deal with me.”

“Finally. It only took a year and a pregnancy to get your attention again.” She scoffs.

“You plan on being a bitch the entire time.”

“Yeah, I do.”

I roll my eyes, just grateful she hadn’t relapsed. I give a chuckle. “Fair enough.”

“Good. Now you saw me, examined me for tracks and helped me into bed. You can go.”

The undisguised rage and hurt in her eyes makes me recoil. I did that. I fucked up another person’s life when all they did was love me, and now my child is going to be caught up in the mess. My shit’s catching up with me and I’m seeing how my actions affect others. It’s an ugly realization.

***

“Are you okay?” Lee asks when we arrive back at her house.

“Not really. My kid hasn’t even arrived yet, and I’m entering world war three with his mom, and dude…She has a right to be pissed. I strung her along, dicked her over, and bailed when she told me she was pregnant.”

“You didn’t bail. Trust me I know leaving.” Lee places a hand on my shoulder.

“Didn’t I, though?” I spear my fingers through her hair. “I’m over here happy, and she’s puking her guts up and barley able to take care of herself.” I shake my head. “What the fuck does that say about me?”

“It’s not like you knew Jax,” she says softly. I nod my head. I hear her words, but I’m conflicted. I stand and pace the length of her living room.

“Shit happens. You grew apart long before you knew she was pregnant. Step up, be the amazing father I know you can be for the child. That’s what’s important.”

The walls are closing in on me. I’m antsy, and for the first time in a long time, I’m uncertain.

“Harley, I need a minute.”

Her eyes widen. “Where are you going?”

“I just. I need to be alone and ride and clear my head. Maybe go see my Dad.”

She bites her lower lip and nods. She understands my nature. There are times when I’m better off by myself muddling through my thoughts.

“Alright. I’ll be here.”

“I won’t be long,” I promise. I bend and press a quick kiss to her lips before walking back the way I came. There’s too much noise going on in my head. I need silence to think. There’s nothing like the freedom I have on my bike. There’s a point where the wind blows everything out of my head, and I’m one with the bike, the road, and the sky. It’s a beautiful spiritual experience I can never explain to non-riders, so I’ve stopped trying.

I pull out of the driveway and weave through the streets, taking the bike onto the highway so I can hit that magical speed where nothing else matters. As I open up the engine, I can’t help but think of my own father. He was the strong, but level-headed type. There was an abundance of kindness, but he ruled with a strong hand, guiding, and disciplining when necessary. He was charismatic and sturdy, but not hardened by the life. Not the way Clay is, or even my mom. She laughed a lot more then. Until Tommy passed. Then they went silent and internal. I hated that period most.

I learned a lot about being a parent from my Old man. I could be that for this kid. They deserve to know the same stability and unending love. No matter how I fucked up, I never felt like my mom or dad wouldn’t back me. I can do this. I find myself doubling back and heading to the cemetery. I know my father’s soul isn’t here, but it makes me feel better when I have somewhere to focus my attention.

I park my bike beside the path and walk to his headstone.

“Hey, Dad. Guess you know I got myself into a real pickle huh? I’m going to be a father. It should be the happiest time of my life, but instead, I’m scared shitless. The mother can barely stand me, and I’m watching her like a hawk for signs of a relapse. Jesus, when I do anything, it’s never easy. You always said that and I’m still proving you right. ‘Cause to top it all off…I finally find the woman I want to be with forever. You know her pops, it’s Lee. I know, not a surprise to you at all. You always had a way of seeing things far beyond the moment.” I shove my hands into my jeans. “I got to get my shit together for my kid Dad. Problem is I ain’t sure how. There’s some shit I just can’t go to Mom with. You know how she can be. You leaving made her even more… over the top. Clay and I…well he never filled that Daddy role. I never wanted him too, and Tig…He changed man. He might’ve been your best friend once Dad, but I’m not sure you’d recognize him now. Clay’s twisted him into a tool he uses as needed.” I shake my head. My mind goes to Chibs and Journee. They’re my go to’s next to Lee and Op. But Op’s not accessible.

“I’ll talk to Baby J and Chibby tomorrow. They got married in an honest to God Castle Dad you would’ve enjoyed the show. Good to see the bastard and my sister happy. They deserve it.” I think of the long way around they took, and how well it worked out and my panic recedes enough for me to breath. I don’t have a plan yet, but I will soon.

#sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy fanfiction #Jax Teller #chibs telford #Mo Astor

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Happy Birthday, Sirius! (Sirius Black x Fem! Reader)

A/N: Happy birthday to my favorite marauder ever!

Request: by @siriuslysirius1107 :I saw that you are taking asks and I was wondering if you could do a Sirius Black fic since it's his birthday. Maybe where he just got a letter for home or something?

btw, thank you so much for request this

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Music comes from every corner of the Gryffindor common room, no students are in their rooms, even some from other houses are gathered to celebrate the birthday of Hogwarts most famous marauder.

His best friends were in charge of organizing the best party of the year, and although now it got out of hand, they don’t give it any importance. James laughs at a joke some sixth-year boys tell him, wrapping an arm on his girlfriend's shoulders as he staggers a bit from the drinks they got.

Remus is not far behind and in no better shape than his friend. In honor of Sirius, he promised that tonight he would have fun and drink a little, although James saw to it that that little became a lot.

Peter’s in one of the corners talking to a girl who seems to be interested in everything he says, but no one can be sure.

Three marauders in a fun, laid-back habitat while others make fuss and eat cake like nothing else matters.

But where’s the birthday boy?

"Lily!" Y/N yells, drawing the attention of the redhead, who laughs slightly.

"Hi!" She yells back. Y/N notices Lily smells a bit too much like firewhiskey too, but she ignores it.

“Where’s Sirius?"

Lily shrugs and turns to her boyfriend, but then jumps in place.

"He came out and had a piece of paper in his hand, I don't know if he's here or outside, or eating or drinking, but you must listen to this, you’ll die laughing!"

"Maybe next time…”

Y/N leaves the common room, meeting more people wanting to enter the big party.

"Hey, have you seen Sirius?" She asks them, but no one has.

She thanks them and walks through the dark corridors of the school until she hears sobs coming from a corridor. Y/N approaches and just below a window that overlooks the gardens, there he is hugging his legs.

"Sirius?" She asks cautiously and walks over to sit across from him. "What happen?"

His body tenses, but he quickly recognizes her. Sirius sighs and wipes the tears from his cheeks, then turns his head up and sees the girl.

"It's nothing, I'm just sad because James said I'm old, don't worry, love," He says feigning indifference as he takes a cigarette out of his pocket.

She crawls to be next to him, they both lean against a wall.

“He's said worse things to you…”

The girl doesn't buy the poor excuse, but she doesn't want to push him either. Sirius laughs, shrugs and brings the cigar to his lips.

"He's an idiot, he knows I always get sensitive on my birthday.”

They are silent for a few seconds, simply staring at the wall while the cigarette smoke rises each time the boy breathes it out.

"You know you can tell me anything, right?" She starts.

“Yes. I uh, I just didn't expect you to find me…”

"Surely someone would come looking for you at some point.”

"No, I made sure the three of them had enough drinks, even Lily." They both laugh.

"Why don't you want them to see you?"

Sirius drops his shoulders.

“Everyone will want to know what's wrong with me.”

“Like I’m doing?”

"Exactly."

Y/N bites her lower lip. “Then I better go…”

"No! Wait–” He stops her. "It's not that you bother me, it wasn't what I wanted to say…”

"It's okay, Sirius. I understand that sometimes we want to be alone. I just wanted to let you know that, whatever happens, I’m right here.”

Sirius has always been used to these situations and when his friends ask, he's told them that, on this date, there’ll be a moment when he’ll want to disappear for a few hours. They never insist.

"I know,” He smiles sweetly.

The boy’s never had the courage to confess, although he knows they were suspicious every year. But with Y/N, it could be different. He sighs, showing the crumpled piece of parchment with his shaking hands.

“Every year…” He says, throwing his cigarette on the floor. “Since I started school, my parents send me a letter for my birthday. And over time their words have turned into complaints,” the boy's eyes water again. “I know what you thinking… I must not let that affect me, they’re bad people, but…” the lump in his throat stops him. “But I no longer live with them, I didn’t expect a letter and, even so, they wanted to ruin my day. It’s stupid and cruel, I don’t understand... after everything that's happened…”

The girl doesn’t hesitate to surround Sirius's body in a strong hug and he responds by hiding his face in her neck. Y/N holds him, strokes his hair and whispers little 'it's okay', 'I'm here,'everything will be fine’…

After a few minutes, Sirius calms down, but his head rests on her shoulder.

“I know that even though you no longer live in the mansion, they want to hurt you in some way. Maybe you’re not angry because they ruined your birthday, but you’re angry because they still have some power over you…”

“Maybe…” he whispers.

"I'm not sure how I can help you with that, but you don't know what I would do to make you no longer feel pain, to make you forget all the bad things they caused… I can't do it and I know that It sounds horrible or weird, but thanks to everything you've been through, what you've lost, you’re here.”

"What?"

"We don't know what your life would be like if your parents had treated you better or if you had been sorted in Slytherin…” He makes a face making her laugh. "What I'm going to say is, if everything had been different, maybe you wouldn't have James, Remus and Peter as friends,” She takes her hand. “Maybe we wouldn’t be together…”

"I'd be with a group like my little brother's" He says horrified and she nods. Sirius looks down and notices their clasped hands. "I think I would at least flirt with you,” He jokes

"I don't think so, but we'll never know,” Y/N smiles and raises her free hand, touching the boy's cheek to bring him closer. “The important thing is that you’re here, you have the best friends, you are popular, one of the best in the class, surprisingly,” She jokes. “You have me… We can’t change our families, and I know it will always be a sore spot for you. But you’re lucky to have something better, Sirius. A real family.”

The black-haired man genuinely smiles and thinks about everything his girlfriend has told him.

"How did I not win you over before?" He says raising an eyebrow.

She lets out a laugh and shakes her head.

“You were too busy distracting yourself with other girls. And you can't say I made it easy for you.”

He winces as he remembers all the effort it took to even go out with the beautiful girl next to him.

"It was worth it,” he answers, kissing her gently.

Sirius throws away the letter from his parents and then deepens the kiss, placing his hand on her cheek. However, the beautiful moment is interrupted by the exaggerated screams of a rather drunk James. The poor boy with glasses staggers until he falls in front of the lovers.

"Sirius!" James gasps. "I've looked everywhere for you! I looked for you in the bathroom, behind the tables, next to the bottles, under the chairs, in Remus's sweater– but you weren't there!"

Sirius and the girl try their best not to laugh.

"Sorry, mate. But you already found me, what wrong? " Sirius says, helping James to sit up.

"I forgive you because it's your birthday, old man,” He chuckles, then he gasps again. “Sirius, it's your birthday! Y/N, we haven't given him his gift!"

She laughs. "That was about to get done, silly.”

Sirius frowns.

"But you both already gave me gifts…”

James rolls his eyes.

"No, Paddie, we have a better gift,” he searches in his pockets and panics. “I can't find it– Y/N I lost the letter! I’m the worst friend in the world!”

"James, lower your voice,” Sirius laughs.

“I have the letter, James. Calm down,” She rolls her eyes, takes out an envelope and hands it to Sirius.

"What is this?”

She smiles.

"Walburga and Orion are not the only ones who wanted to send you a birthday letter.”

“It's a letter from my parents! Do you remember them, Sirius? They gave you permission to stay in our house,”adds James lying on the floor with his head resting on one of Sirius's leg.

The black-haired man looks at the girl still confused.

“Euphemia and Fleamont wanted to congratulate you. I don’t know what that letter says, but I can assure you that it is much better than the one you received a while ago.”

"Yeah, it's better," James babbles.

"Do you want to be alone to read it?"

Sirius nods, but now the need to be alone is different.

“Okay," She kisses his lips chastely. "Come on, James. Lily must be looking for you…”

James lifts his head and stands up awkwardly.

"Lily flower?"

Y/N shakes her head laughing, kisses Sirius's cheek and then stands up. "Happy Birthday, my love.”

Sirius watches as his girlfriend helps his best friend to walk. Only when he is alone does he see the fine print on the envelope in his hands and he can’t help but smile at the written words.

'For our son, Sirius.’

#Siriu's Birthday #November 3 #Harry Potter blurb #Sirius Black #Sirius Black x reader #twoidiots writing

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