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marquez-junky8920 · 1 year

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Hi! Hope you are doing well!

Could you write a Smut story with Fabio where the reader has been harassed/sexually assaulted by her ex boyfriend the entirety of their short relationship and so he (and the reader) has to gain a certain trust ? I think these prompts would fit perfectly :

"Just let yourself go."

"Don't be afraid. It's me."

I totally understand if you’re not confortable doing it tho. thanks ❤️

Author's Note: I love writing stories like this where the guy is super caring and a fic that requires some introduction before it gets into the actual story. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! ❤️❤️

Fear Overcome

It has been about 7 or 8 months since you and Fabio started dating. Totally by chance, you ran into him at a fashion show in Nice and you two instantly had chemistry that was undeniable to anyone who saw you out in public together. Fabio has showed you nothing but unconditional love and kindness. Even when he was mad at you, he had a cool enough personality that he would talk through it with you or tell you that he needed to take a break if things got too heated.

Fabio knew about your past relationship and how you were treated. He knew about the bruises, the scars (mental and physical), the trauma, and the stress that you went through in that relationship. It had come out in the worst way possible, but he was so incredibly respectful after you told him. You had been over at his house for dinner one night about 2 months into dating him, and while watching a movie, you both got a bit carried away on the making out. Fabio's hand came up to the side of your neck to rest there and he panicked when you pulled away and looked frightened. He thought he did something terribly wrong, but he put that aside and dug deeper into why you reacted that way. That led to you spilling your deepest insecurities to him about certain triggers you had, how you'd been treated, and how certain movements gave you flashbacks. Fabio held you the entire time you talked and cried, brushing his hand through your hair soothingly when you sobbed on occasion. From that moment forward, Fabio became incredibly conscious of things that made you react in a bad way. He took those bad reactions and showed you that your trauma does not define you. He showed you that he would never hurt you or do something to put you in harms way. You felt safe with him and that was a feeling that you happily welcomed.

Today was special - your birthday. Fabio knew that you didn't like huge celebrations because you didn't like being the center of attention, so he planned a small dinner with both of your families at home. The dinner was amazing, the company couldn't have been better, and the happiness you felt was indescribable. Genuine happiness.

Everyone had just left for the night, thanking you for the food and the wine. Some left a bit more drunk than others, but it made for hilarious dinner conversation. Fabio helped you clear the table and put all of the leftover food away, occasionally kissing you as you walked by him. You were currently in the kitchen doing dishes when you felt his hands wrap around your waist from behind. You flinched slightly.

'What? Are you hurt?' Fabio asked, raw concern lacing his voice as his hands left your waist.

'No. No I'm not hurt. It's just...'

'Just what, my love? It's okay. You're safe with me.' He reassured, leaning against the counter next to you and listening intently to whatever you had to say.

'You know how I've told you about my ex and what he used to do to me?'

'Mhmmm.' He nodded.

'Well, there's another part that I haven't quite told you yet.'

'Well, if you're not comfortable telling me, then you can wait. I won't push you. But I will say that whatever it is, I can help you overcome it if you talk to me about it.' He said softly, treading very carefully given how quickly you could close up about these conversations.

'No, I... I want to tell you, it may just take me a minute. And I may cry, so you can't judge me.' You gave him doe eyes and laughed lightly, his toothy smile showing and making your heart feel like it was going to flutter out of your chest.

'I will wipe your snot for you, I promise.' He chuckled, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear and kissing your cheek.

So you told him. You told him everything, leaving nothing out about how your ex used to use sex to get what he wanted with you. He used to surprise you like Fabio just did with his hands on your waist and drag you to the bedroom unwillingly, throw you on the bed and then proceed to do things that still haunt your dreams at night. It still shakes you to your core at the worst moments, like this one that just happened.

'I'm sorry. I don't know what to do. It follows me around and haunts me to this day. I don't know how to stop it and it scares me because I don't want you to think that I don't love you. I can't handle the thought of not having you by me when you've help me through so much and I-...'

'Hey hey, take a breath.' Fabio said, taking your hands out from under the water of the sink faucet and drying them for you. He laced your fingers together and looked at you, inhaling while you followed his lead. Exhaling as you did the same.

'I will never leave you for things that happened to you that were beyond your control. But what I will do is walk you through whatever darkness surrounds you. I will be your light and I will be your safety. I don't care what comes at us or you, I will always be there to protect you. Always.' His voice was so incredibly soft and soothing. It seemed to weave its way into your soul and your heart to mend whatever was broken.

'Second of all, you love me?' He sounded a bit bewildered and watched the shock wash over your face.

'You don't have to say it back. I just... I-it slipped out and you don't have to feel pressure to sa-'

Soft lips stopped your rambling and melted away all of your racing thoughts. His hands cupped your face ever so gently as your lips seemed to move as one. Your hands rested on his wrists and squeezed gently when his tongue asked for entrance. You slowly granted it to him and you thanked god that Fabio was the type of man that when given an inch, he ran a mile with it. His tongue caressed yours, each brush breaking down the walls you'd built up for physical touch over the years. He pulled away and rested his forehead against yours. You opened your eyes and saw him wearing the most beautiful blissful smile you'd ever seen.

'I love you too.' He breathed. He kissed your forehead before pulling away and watching the tears well up in your eyes.

'Why are you crying, love?' His voice was laced with that concern again. Concern for you and your wellbeing. Concern for your safety. God. He really did love you.

'This is the first time that I've never questioned when someone tells me they love me. I'm not asking myself questions of whether or not you love me because I feel it.' Fabio felt his heart break a little at the vulnerability in your truth. How terrible it must have been for you to live years without truly knowing if someone loved you or not. Your lip quivered as you talked, but it felt good to voice all of the thoughts that ran through your mind without fear of being judged or criticized.

'You don't have to ask yourself that question anymore because I love you with everything I am and everything I have. I'd lay my life down on it.' He whispered tenderly, running his thumb on your cheek to wipe away a stray tear.

'You loooooove me.' He teased, watching a smile finally grace your beautiful face. Your eyes glanced over his face for a brief moment before you put your arms up over his shoulders and kissed him again. You put every emotion, every feeling, and every bit of your love for him in this kiss. You were terrified that he wouldn't reciprocate but you did it anyway. Some part of your gut told you that you'd always be safe with him and that feeling took over as you brought your hands down to lift his shirt slightly. You ran your hands up his back and relished in the goosebumps that rose against his skin. He pulled away and tried with everything in him to not pick you up and put you on the counter. He knew he had to approach this very carefully.

'Baby, we need to stop because I don't want to do something that you're not ready for. Please.' He said, his hands still around your waist while he rested his forehead against yours. A small silence fell between you two before you finally used your voice that you'd only had the confidence to use recently.

'Fabio, I'm ready. I want to take this step with you.'

'Are you sure?' His eyes were scanning your face over and over again looking for any sign of hesitation or fear in your features. He only found confidence, fearlessness, and a fire burning in your eyes that he'd never seen before. He'd never been more attracted to you than in this moment with that fire and that vulnerability in your eyes. He realized that at this point, you were giving him your entire heart on a silver platter. And you were silently begging him not to destroy it.

'I'm sure. I promise.' You whispered.

He picked you up to carry you to the bedroom and you felt your panic slowly rise. You kissed him again to smother than panic with the man that was your safety, your light, and your protector. You had to give him credit, he found his way blindly to the bedroom while you kissed him. He gently placed you on the bed and exchanged some of the most passionate kisses you've ever felt in your life. His hands lifted your shirt just enough for his fingers to touch the skin of your stomach and he felt your body tense beneath him, a nervous breath sucking into your lungs.

'Don't be afraid. It's me.' He reassured in your ear, rubbing his thumb along your hips. As much as your heart was racing, you slowly began to calm yourself as his thumbs soothed along your skin. You had goosebumps rising on your skin just from that and only that.

'Tell me where he hurt you.' Fabio's voice cracked lightly, still having trouble grasping the thought that someone would hurt a treasure like you. He let you collect your thoughts through the silence and let you take all the time you needed. He knew this was a massive leap for you and he wanted to nourish the confidence that you had to decide to make that step.

'H-he would... He would bite me. Hard enough to draw blood.' You said softly.

'Where?'

'My stomach. M-my neck and my chest.'

'If I do something that you don't like, squeeze my hand, okay? I will not be mad if you want me to stop. I love you.' He trailed off into a whisper and laced your fingers with his as you nodded. His lips trailed down to your neck, kissing each spot that you told him was abused. He tongued lightly right below your ear, a small grunt leaving his lips when you arched your back into him. Keeping your fingers laced with his, he went down to where your shirt was raised and kissed the skin of your stomach. He slowly pushed the shirt up to right below your breasts and his heart broke at what he saw. There was a scarred mouth print on your stomach from where your ex had bitten you. You needed stitches for that one and the scar never left you.

Fabio's lips kissed that scar gentler than you could've ever imagined. It felt like he was wiping away every bad memory you'd ever had of this experience and your nerves slowly began to dissipate minute by minute.

'You are so fucking beautiful. So stunning.' His tongue drug its way from your navel up to where the shirt was resting just below your chest. He didn't miss the way your back arched again and your hips rubbed against him in the best way possible. His soft lips continued up, slowly pushing your shirt up to reveal your breasts to him, his tongue darting out every now and then to test your reactions. Your fingers remained lax in his hold, so he continued with the same pace.

With your body being so responsive, it was no shock to him that your nipples were already hard, goosebumps rising all along your body now. There was no way to hide your lust from him now.

'Doing okay?' He mumbled, kissing around the skin of your right breast. You nodded your head but quickly realized he couldn't see you.

'Yes.' A blissful sigh fell from your lips as you felt his lips wrap around your taut nipple to flick his tongue on the hardened bud. Your free hand came to rest at the back of his head, reassuring him that you were okay. For the first time ever, you truly meant it. You clocked in to your emotions for a second and realized that there was no panicked heartbeat, there were no tears, there was no doubt, and there was no trace of fear when you were with Fabio. At the same time you felt scared with how safe you felt with him, it was a type of scared that you ran to and craved. That was the first fear that you've ever chased instead of run from. In just 8 months, you'd come farther than you'd ever dreamed. And it was all from the help of this man in front of you.

Getting a bit bold, you released his fingers and he immediately pulled away from your chest, ready ask you if you wanted to stop. He couldn't help the small amount of shock he felt when he watched you take your shirt off completely and lay back on the bed, hair sprawled against the pillow beneath you.

'God I fucking love you.' He said before crashing his lips against yours. Your legs opened with a mind of their own as he nestled comfortably between them. His arms caged your head between them and he decided to test the waters a little bit. His hand very carefully came to rest at the side of your neck and he felt a lump in his throat when you didn't flinch. In fact, you craned your neck more to show him that you were comfortable with that. His thumb brushed lightly against the column of your throat and you began to relish in the warmth of his hand resting on your neck.

The pace was slow enough that you felt yourself getting slightly impatient and you almost giggled at the feeling. It made you feel free and alive. Like there was a spark in your veins that had forever been there, but needed the right person to bring it to life.

You pulled away from the kiss but not without taking Fabio's lip between your teeth and watching his brows furrow at the sensation.

'You're making this so hard.' He groaned, resting his head on your chest and taking a moment to reign in his instincts.

'I can feel it.' You rubbed your hips on him again and giggled when his hips mimicked your actions. 'I'm ready.' You whispered when he brought his face up to meet yours again. He leaned over to the nightstand and grabbed a condom from the drawer, sliding it over his leaking cock after he pulled down his shorts and kicked them off. Once the condom was on, he played with the waistband of your shorts before slowly sliding them down your stunning legs.

'Are you okay?' He asked once your shorts were on the floor beside the bed. You took a deep breath and nodded. He hovered back over you and kissed your lips once.

'I love you. I've got you, okay? If anything hurts, squeeze my hand.' He laced his fingers with yours again and you nodded. You watched him lick his fingers before rubbing at your clit in small, precise circles that almost drove you up the wall. Your hips jerked when you felt his tip at your entrance but you willed yourself to relax and fall into the feeling. He slowly pushed himself into you while rubbing your clit, watching your face contort in pleasure as you finally realized that sex is supposed to be filled with pleasure, not fear.

'Oh god...' You whined when he bottomed out inside of you and stayed there for a moment. He kissed you and swallowed all of your little moans. You let go of his fingers again and held his face in your hands, watching his mouth open in a silent moan as his hips pulled back and pushed forward again.

'You feel so good. Like you were made for me.' He whispered, his voice like honey that only further added to the wetness between your legs. You'd never been praised like this before or worshipped like this before. It made you red in the face but you were coming to love the feeling around Fabio.

'I like that.' You whimpered.

'Like what?'

'When you talk to me like that.'

'Yeah?' He smirked, his hips now finding a fluid motion that made your back arch into his chest. 'I love everything about you. I love kissing you, I love hearing your voice, I love your eyes, and I really... Really love fucking you.' He groaned, nipping very lightly at your earlobe when he felt you clench around him.

'Faster. Please.' You whispered, gasping when he responded so quickly. Your nails raked down his back as he mouthed at your neck gently, but he made sure to make it sloppy. His tongue on your neck was enough to have you moaning louder than ever before and he loved the reactions he was getting from you.

'Do you want to try doggy?' He asked tenderly. You nodded, so he pulled out and waited for you to get into position. You tensed up again when you couldn't see what he was going to do, so he ran his hands up your back and around to your front to squeeze your breasts two times while making a honking noise. You busted out laughing and immediately all of the tension left your body. He was always a master at making you laugh at times when you were tense or stressed.

'It's okay, my love. It's just me.' He kissed in between your shoulder blades.

'Please don't pull my hair.'

'I won't. I promise.' He whispered, slowly pushing himself back inside you and groaning loudly at the new position. You felt him deeper than ever before and it was a foreign but highly welcomed feeling.

'You're so deep, oh fuck!' You whined, letting your front collapse into the mattress which only made the sensation more powerful. His hands gripped at your hips to hold them up while he thrusted into you, falling so easily into the rhythm that he found before.

'I love your pussy, oh my god... So wet and just for me.' He leaned over you to whisper in your ear, his accent probably one of the hottest things you'd ever heard. You felt the tension in your belly grow quicker and quicker with each thrust and each word he spoke.

'I'm so close Fabio. Please, please make me cum.' You begged, feeling his thrust get more and more precise. His arm came to wrap around you and hoist your front up to him, your back now against his chest with his mouth at your ear. You knew he was going to use that to his advantage and you were more than happy to let him. His arm stayed wrapped around your front, one hand gripping your breast while the other one snaked down to rub at your clit. He didn't even have to lick his fingers because of how wet you were.

'Let me see you cum, my love. Let me feel it.' He breathed in your ear, grunting again when you clenched around him while you head was thrown back against his shoulder. Your thighs began to shake uncontrollably as his fingers were relentless against your clit. Not too hard and not too fast, but just enough to make you want to pull your hair out of your own head.

'Oh my god... Oh god, oh god.' You chanted. Your body suddenly seemed to build up a block that made that fire go away just enough that your release started to fade. You groaned in frustration but Fabio was not giving up. He mouthed at your neck for a moment before he tried something that put your body back into motion. He took your clit between his index and middle fingers and pinched it lightly, chuckling to himself when your entire body jolted in his hold. He mixed that with toying with your nipples and just like that, that fire was returning quicker and hotter than before.

'C'mon babygirl. I got you. Just let yourself go. Cum for me.' He whispered, nipping at your shoulder lightly as he felt your back arch, thighs shake, and your hands claw at his hand between your legs. He would've pulled it away had it not been for your hips pushing back against him and begging him for more. He knew that your body was fighting itself, but he had to admit that it was one of the hottest things he'd ever seen. Watching you reach ecstasy like that made him feel like he had a front row seat to your private show. He knew that not many people had seen this vulnerable and bare side to you and he thanked god that you let him in and allowed him to see that. He knew what insecurities you had, what thoughts you had at any given time, but he also knew how strong and fearless you were and still could be. You were the most amazing person he'd ever met and the most fulfilling woman he'd ever been with. With all of those thoughts racing in his head, he groaned into your neck as he released himself into the condom, still thrusting lightly until he was done. He held you in that position for a moment, your head leaned back on his shoulder while his was hiding in your neck as you both came down from incredibly intense and emotional orgasms. His fingers turned your chin towards him so that he could kiss you lazily, his tongue still showing that he had more energy.

'Are you okay?' He asked, pulling out of you and rubbing his hands along your hips.

'Yes actually. I'm more than okay. I am great.' You smiled lazily and Fabio noticed that the smile reached your eyes. That's how he truly knew when you were happy and content - when your smile reached your eyes.

'I love you so much.' He whispered tenderly, his voice once again coming in to caress every one of your senses. You brought your hand up to rest against his cheek.

'I love you too Fabio.'

'Wanna take a shower with me?' He asked, tying the condom off and throwing it in the trash.

'Sure but I get all the warm water.' You sassed. He squinted his eyes at you and you knew what was about to happen.

'No!' You shouted, making a run for the bathroom to race him to the shower. You were just a bit faster and reached the shower first, laughing and squealing when he tickled your sides.

'That's okay. You have the warm water. I'll need the cold water anyway to cool myself down.' He admitted just as you felt him hardening against your backside again. You chuckled before turning on the shower. As you washed your hair, you thought maybe you wouldn't mind having a second round with him. So you turned around and put your arms over his shoulders again, smiling up at him.

'What's that smile for?' He asked, pecking your lips.

'Mm... Nothing. I was just thinking that maybe a second round wouldn't be so terrible. And since you're ready...'

'Are you sure? I don't want to push you.'

'Fabio, I'm positive. Please just fuck me again.' You lilted, squealing when he picked you up and held you against the wall.

Fabio loved the bad times with you just as much as he loved the good times. And when the good times arrived, they were damn good. Especially when it involved letting the water run cold in the shower while you went two more rounds with him. He felt like he unlocked a whole new side of your relationship together and he would thank god for the rest of his life that you chose him to be the person to share it with. That you chose him to be your person.

END

#motogp #fabio quartararo smut #motogp smut #smut #fabio quartararo

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kissproof · 2 years

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❦ . . . 𝘈 𝘉𝘐𝘛 𝘖𝘍 𝘌𝘊𝘋𝘠𝘚𝘐𝘚

𝘚𝘜𝘔𝘔𝘈𝘙𝘠: 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘨𝘴 (+ 𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦) 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘱 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦/𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦

𝘞𝘈𝘙𝘕𝘐𝘕𝘎𝘚: 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 & 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴 , 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦

𝘗𝘐𝘕𝘒

to no one's surprise, the goal of your lap dance is to lighten pink up more than anything else

you spot him scowling on the couch, stiff and irritable, and decide to offer some of your precious jewels for his viewing

it's more jokey than anything, only wishing to earn a smile for your ridiculous attempt at an impromptu peep show

slowly unbuttoning your shirt with an obnoxious wink

lowering your waistband to expose a touch of lace with an unmistakable playboy flair

but he doesn't budge, he's still a moody son-of-a-bitch

"is this supposed to make me feel better?"

you tell him he can't blame a gal for trying

but he also can't blame her for putting him on the couch for the night either

𝘉𝘓𝘖𝘕𝘋𝘌

of course, when you get a new set of underwear you have to show it off to vic

he's very delighted by it, too, in his own smug little way

"this all for me?"

"mhmmm"

you give a little twirl as he glides over to sit on the bed like you told him to

(when there's a gift such as this involved, he has no issue with being bossed around)

his silence is deafening as you display yourself to him, playing with the straps and bands of your lingerie for a little while before letting him handle you, his large hands grabbing hold of your flesh

he'd make you face your back to him, touching every delicate bit of you from behind

then he'd make you strip it all off on his terms, having had more than enough teasing from you to last him the whole week

𝘖𝘙𝘈𝘕𝘎𝘌

so you tell orange about your dance classes all the time

and he's always excited to hear about all that you're learning cuz he loves the way it makes you feel sexy and confident

which has added a lot of spice to your lives...

but this time isn't entirely to seduce

if anything you're a bit nervous to show him the combination you'd been working on at the studio these past few weeks

buttttt he's already smiling at you from the seat you've sat him down on, already so proud of you

so, you oblige him

and he sits there as you perform... legs spread, a slight smirk on his face, watching your every move

even exhaling a chuckle or two when you mess up but all the while still enamored with you

he'd pull you into his lap when you were done to tell you how great you did!!

you're sure to tell your instructor the combo was very well received... ;)

𝘞𝘏𝘐𝘛𝘌

though you might not know entirely what white does for a living, you know he has his rough weeks

so you set him down on the couch and pour him his favorite drink, knowing just how he likes it

he's very pleased with you already so what comes next leaves him completely gratified

you give him a little dance to his favorite song(s)

eventually stripping your clothes as you go along

(this element does take him by surprise but obviously, he's here for the ride)

you'd guide his strong hands all over your body, letting him assist in removing whatever was still left

with the warmth of his drink in him and the looks of you, white is totally spun

and he makes sure to reward you right there on the couch, blowing out some more steam from the workweek while he’s at it

𝘉𝘙𝘖𝘞𝘕

brown gets quite a treat

you give him to a lap dance a la death proof, playing a cassette of the coasters & everything

he squirms through the whole thing

and his excited hands can't seem to grasp onto one part of you for long enough before you've shimmied into a new position

crouched between his legs, lingering behind the chair, grinding down in his lap, showing him you're all his

he watches you, open-mouthed and breathless, the entire time... how can't he? you're just so gorgeous

then it happens,

the poor thing is done when you rub a little too deliciously against the hard-on you've created for a little too long and he explodes……

he's real sheepish and red about it afterward but you do your very best to assure him he's not a loser for it

𝘌𝘋𝘋𝘐𝘌

sometimes, you get tired of eddie being so busy:(

lately, it's been feeling like he never has time for you anymore

so you waltz into his office, ready to cause mayhem and he knows it too cause you locked the door behind you on your way in

"not now, baby, i'm busy"

you assure him you're not there to bother anything, getting quite comfortable as you remove your jacket

but then, you begin to unbutton your blouse ever so slowly, closing in on him at his deskchair

and he's flabbergasted when you're topless in front of him, only letting his bright eyes drink in your image for a moment before whispering that you didn't wear any panties that day

"what am i gonna do with you, huh?" he asks, already defeated and getting ready to bend you over his desk

you just smile sweetly, triumphant in your ways

the world may never know . . .

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lunargrapejuice · 2 years

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it me, 💡! i keep thinking about your “touching his chest” post🙈 but my mind has begun to wander and.. touching albedo’s chest….🙈🙈🙈

he’s the one who brings it up first, asking if he can touch your chest because he heard that’s what couples do. and you let him, and he looks so entranced, and when you ask in return he sort of blushes a little and lets you. and /oh/, he gets why people like this now. lowkey gets addicted to you touching his chest and will sometimes hold your hand against his chest when he hugs or kisses you, even if it’s supposed to be chaste and innocent. he can’t help himself

i think he’d have verrrry sensitive nipples. might actually push you away after a bit when you’ve only done it a few times because he’s still not used to such an intense feeling. he has to remind himself he asked for it when you pout in disappointment because really it’s so cute seeing his reactions

the first time you leave a mark on his chest, he doesn’t realize until you go to bathe. you’re stepping into the bath and he’s just stood in front of the mirror staring at himself. you think for a second he’s just zoned out but then he says quietly, “you left a mark.” and his tone is hard to read so you start apologizing but he whips around and barrels toward you in the bath. more water ends up out of the tub than in it as he really loses himself in trying to repay the favor by marking your own chest

will hold your hands against his chest or ask for you to touch him there while you’re having sex. always has to be facing you now because of it and he looks at you so lovingly when you do that you can’t even attempt to deny him. starts to encourage you more and more, gently hinting that he lowkey wants you to push him down by his chest and ride him. until you finally do and this man looks like he’s ascended to celestia as you work your hips against his and touch his chest however you want

just. touching albedo’s chest. you’ve broken my brain these last few days

💡anon

TOUCHING ALBEDOS CHEST-

im OBSESSED with him bringing your hands to his chest innocently & not so innocently-

*nsfw below*

he loves when you come to visit him in his lab & smiles brightly as you make your way to him. if he can he’ll meet you half way, gentle & tired fingers wrapping around your own before they’re brought to his chest, his palm flush against the back of your hand as he holds it over his beating heart & uses his other hand to pull you close or to cup your cheek & bring you in for a kiss & ARCHONS THE WAY IT MAKES HIM FEEL WHEN YOUR KISS DEEPENS & YOUR FINGERS START TO GRAB ONTO THE FABRIC OF HIS JACKET & PRESS AGAINST HIS CHEST, oh sweet baby don’t be surprised when it only gets more heated from there 😍

YESSS, i totally agree, the man has senstive nipples & fuck- the way his cheeks flush when it becomes to much & he has to pull away. ohhhh this has me thinking about his cold nipples when things are getting heated in dragon spine & it's your warm lips and tongue that end up warming them for him, though they’re still super hard- OH & HOW LOVELY HIS SHIVER WOULD BE WHEN YOUR LIPS PART FOR HIS CHEST LEAVING THE COLDNESS OF THE MOUNTAIN TO BITE AT HIS NOW WET SKIN

marking albedo just to have him make you in return - mhmmm 😍😍🥰 his eyes would be so full of love & lust & longing for more as he stares in the mirror & runs his fingers over the mark you left, flashes of you sucking & licking at his chest prior to your bath coming back into his mind. how could he not give you some in return? it'll be quite the lovlely expirement to see how you react & feel when he does the same to you

BABY I AM LITERALLY BREATHLESS THINKING ABOUT RIDING ALBEDO & PUSHING DOWN ON HIS CHEST WHILE YOU DO. his blonde locks would get so messy when he throws his head back at the feeling of your fingers digging into his chest as you tighten around his cock, bucking his hips just feel more of it, have you hold his chest tighter and tighter until you both cum & when you're spent he adores holding your hand over his chest as you rest against him, your lips lovingly kissing his sweat beaded neck

PLEASE ALWAYS TOUCH HIS CHEST

oh the albedo brain rot is real today thanks to this heheh

THANK YOU FOR SHARING THIS LOVELY, I LOVED EVERYTHING ABOUT IT AHH!😍💖

#🌙asks #💡anon #lunas moonlight stories #just in case :)#albedo

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themomsandthecity · 1 year

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Why Gabrielle Union Can't Condone the Bold Glamour Filter as a Mom: "I'm Harming Us All"

Gabrielle Union has been a longtime advocate for mental health, often speaking out about her personal experiences. And this time, she's opening up about the damage that filters can do. In a campaign for Dove, the "Bring It On" star got vulnerable about the popular "bold glamour" filter circulating on TikTok, which has now been used over 15 million times. "Gotta admit, totally tried it and I was like gahhh, mmm, mhmmm. And I felt really good, except I didn't, and I left it in the drafts," Union said in a Dove Instagram Story, while showing a video of herself with the bold glamour filter on. Though the filter may show a "prettier" and "more glamorous" version of users, many people have called out the digital-distortion feature for diminishing their self-confidence and triggering those with body dysmorphia. For Union, using the filter even made her feel anxious, and she struggled to make sense of her mixed emotions. "It left me feeling anxious and sad and old and like blah," Union went on to say. But a part of her also liked the version of herself that was being presented through the filter. "I liked it too much and part of why we all like it so much is because it actually blurs the lines of reality." And blurring the lines of reality is just not something she can cosign, especially as a mother who is trying to teach her kids acceptance and promote mental health. "If I'm a mom who's teaching positive affirmations every night with my kids hoping they love themselves, and I'm leading by saying the only way I feel great is by erasing myself, I'm harming us all," Union said. For that reason, Union teamed up with Dove to encourage viewers to turn their back on the trend by using the hashtag #TurnYourBack and stopping use of the filter completely. To her, using this filter is not only harmful to viewer's mental health, but also their children's mental health too. The actor and entrepreneur pointed out that that filters like this can be impactful on young children, adding that 80 percent of kids - and girls specifically - have already used a filter by age 13. And we already know that social media and the way we view ourselves on these platforms can make or break one's self-esteem. But setting boundaries or not using filters at all, like Union suggests, can be incredibly helpful. When it comes to social media, it's important to remember to protect your peace, whether that means opting out of a filter trend or taking a break from social media altogether. Do what's best for you. https://www.popsugar.com/family/gabrielle-union-bold-glamour-filter-mental-health-49114698?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=tumblr

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thatyamiguy-blog · 1 year

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Back to babyhood (Kingdom hearts)

Sora woke with a start as his Micky mouse alarm went off. Looking around wildly and figuring out it wasn't a attack of some sort (he was kinda a dork for the first few minutes he was awake) he reached over and shut the alarm off and then sat there for a second, closing his eyes and building up for a reveal. He'd managed to keep his bed and pants clean for a whole 29 days so far, and if he was dry and clean, this would make it 30 and Rikku had promised to let him back in the master bedroom if he could prove he wasn't a big baby anymore. 'Moment of truth..' Sora thought and pulled the blankets back and then opened his left eye slowly and looked down, then both eyes. a big silly grin broke out over his face, he was all good! his white dino print jammies weren't brown or wet and there was NO stains on the bed. "YES! HAHAHAHA! I AM KING OF THE BIG BOYS!" Sora cheered and jumped up and down on his bed, pumping his fists into the air. "would the king of the big boys like to get dressed and come out for pancakes?" Came his boyfriend/daddies voice and sora stopped jumping and locked eyes with Rikku, then jumped off the bed and ran over. "I did it! no poopie or pee and that means I get to sleep in bed with you tonight!" Sora said, super excited. "Mhmmm..as long as you stay clean during the day..and you know what happens when you get too excited. go get dressed and use the can, I'll go and finish making breakfast for my king." Rikku chuckled and winked, then ruffling Sora's hair he took off. 'hmmff..Of course I can keep my pants clean during the day! that's not even a concern anymore!' Sora thought with a huff. still, it was better to do what Rikku wanted then argue with him, just because he was out of diapers and pull ups didn't mean he couldn't take a trip over rikku's lap. Since he had to work in a little under a hour Sora decided to put on his uniform and save time. It wasn't as fun or colorful as a lot of his other outfits but it wasn't suppose to be. A pale blue shirt with the general store on the corners logo on it, and a pair of black dress pants..it wasn't even like he actually needed the job with all the money him and Rikku had made while saving the world. Rikku though controlled the money as back when Sora had been..well ok, a total big baby in a big boys body, he hadn't exactly been responsible with money. or much of anything. That's not to say that Sora really wanted for much, but Rikku would only dole out the cash in allowances with this month marking the first time he'd trusted sora to hold the money himself. The Job at the store was more about teaching responsibility to Sora as well as give him something to focus on and keep him from slipping back into baby mood. Getting him the job had been touch and go, as Sora was well known enough around town as a big baby no one was really willing to hire him. Rikku had pointed out to the store manger, Malcore, That with all the diapers and other stuff they had bought there over the years Sora deserved a chance.

Rikku smirked at how damn proud Sora looked as he walked out, and then chuckled as the so called big boy started to drool seeing the spread on the table. Don't get Rikku wrong, he was glad that Sora was finally returning to adulthood such as it was (the boy had never been the most mature 18 year old even before the diapers) but the constant dirty diaper smell in the house and having to change a minuim of 4 dirty diapers a day wasn't as fun as one might think. "heh, watch the drool buddy." Rikku said and came over with a dish towel and wiped sora's chin anyways for him. "O-Oh yeah..ehehe sorry..just..yowie wowie! Were you up all night cooking?" Sora asked. on the table there was a stack of pancakes, a dish with bacon, some slices of ham, a dish filled with scrambled eggs and of course two pitchers of Milk and OJ. "No, I just got up a little early and assumed you'd be a big boy and wanted to celebrate." Rikku said and kissed Sora's cheek. "And it's all for me?" Sora asked. "Well, I'd like to have SOME of it,guessing I should make my plate first?" Rikku laughed then added "Just don't go too hog wild, you don't wanna stuff yourself and be on the can all day at work..again." "O-Oh Malcore called you about that huh?" Sora said sheepishly. "Well Roxas complained about having to work the floor alone..Speaking of which, is roxas coming over again today after work?" "IIIII dunno. I'll ask him when i get there." Sora said and took a seat. Rikku let it drop and fixed himself a plate and then tried to look away as Sora wolfed down the food with such gusto you were swear he hadn't eaten for days. He wasn't the biggest fan of Roxas for a few reasons, the first one being that he was trying to encourage Sora to baby out. the second was that he knew for a fact Roxas was getting into the stash of left over diapers at the house, and helping himself. Rikku had been semi sure that Roxas was a little diaper thief back before Sora got out of his huggies, though it was hard to keep track of back then.. but with no new diapers coming in to replace missing ones he'd kept count. Still he was Sora's best friend and as long as he didn't end up making sora land back in diapers just so he didn't have to buy his own, Rikku would let it slide.

Roxas whined as he looked though his underwear drawer, and then under his bed..there was no two ways about it: he was out of diapers again. It just wasn't fair (at least in his twisted little mind) that Sora had to go and screw him over like this.Like, he put up with how toxic and stinky Sora could be, and watched the dumb baby shows with him (never mind Roxas actually liked the shows just as much and wasn't exactly a rosebush when he loaded his diapers) and now Sora had to go and ruin it all by trying to become a stupid big boy and cut him off from his supply of diapers! sure Roxas COULD of gone and brought his own diapers, but he'd seen the smirks and snickers everyone gave when Sora had been getting his and didn't wanna risk that. He did after all have a reputation to keep. So naturally like any clever baby, Roxas decided to do the only thing he could do..which meant turn sora back into a diaper baby so he could go back to stealing diapers from him without worrying about Rikku noticing. To THAT end he made a special lunch just for Sora, and had prepped some video's for his bestie to watch, and he'd have him loading his pants like a CHAMP in no time. Any guilt he might of felt over turning Sora back into a diaper filling baby was taken away by the anger of Sora making him have to go days at a time without a diaper to wear at home..and the belief that Sora would be happier in diapers. Really, more people needed friends like him.

Sora got a text from Roxas partway though his munching and smirked. "Don't worry about packing me a lunch today, Roxas made me one to make up for being a brat when i kicked his butt at chocobo racing on Sunday." Sora giggled. "heh, well at least he admits it..I thought he was gonna smash the controller before I told him to knock it off before I'd have to spank his butt." Rikku chuckled. "Anyways, I should go brush my teeth and start walking for work." Sora said, belching one last time and wiping his mouth with a napkin. "Breakfast was AWESOME, thanks da- Rikku." Sora blushed a little, catching himself at calling his boyfriend daddy, since that was what he did as a big BABY, but it wasn't always easy. Rikku just smiled and tapped his left cheek and tilted his head, and Sora took the hint. walking over he planted a big old smooch on Rikku's cheek then went off to finish getting ready for anther glorious day in retail.

Malcore yawned, he'd had to pull the night shift due to DT going back to collage and was mostly getting though on coffee. In truth if it hadn't of been for the fact that Josh and DT had been forced to cut back on their hours he would of never hired Sora or Roxas. Lord knows what head office would of thought if they had seen what a massive diaper dork Sora had been before, and it wasn't hard to see Roxas was a diaper dork just waiting to happen, if he wasn't just one at home. Still, faced with risking coming into find the two playing in diapers in the baby section or covering all the hours himself, Malcore had made his choice. That didn't mean though as Sora and Roxas came in and went to clock in he didn't give them a once over..Sniffling the air and making sure there was no baby powder or 'other' baby smells, and of course eyeing their butts to see if they were padded. truthfully it wasn't hard to tell on that front, the diapers these two seemed to favor, or at least he'd seen sora wear/Roxas eyeball on the shelf, tended to be super thick diapers that left nothing to the imagination. assured that they weren't padded, Malcore went over what had to get done, and assigned Roxas on cleaning duty (As in sweeping the floors once a hour, and checking on the public bathroom) which, of course got a face from Roxas.. and then assigned Sora to handling all shipping and receiving stuff, in case any shipments came in. His work done, malcore walked out mentally praying that they could keep being big boys, he just didn't have it in him today to come in and have to put up with poopie diaper boys.

The boys handled the first part of the shift fine, they had a mild early morning rush of people stopping off for coffee or snackage on their way into work, not to mention a few kids/teenagers in school stopping off for the same. Of course a lot of these kids had seen Sora back in his diapered baby days and half of them seemed to be there least to pick up something, and more to see if he was back to being a big baby. (this of course made Sora huffy, But as Malcore pointed out, it brought in customers so Sora had better just suck it up buttercup.) with the morning rush over, the boys decide that despite what malcore had said, they would split their duties with each other, and So after best two out of three of rock scissors paper lizard Spock Roxas swept the floor while sora cleaned the bathroom, complaining the whole time. "Dear god, are they even TRYING to get it in the bowl! And they think -I'M- the one who should be in diapers!" came sora's wail from the bathroom, making Roxas snicker. "now now, don't be a sore loser..if you would pick something besides Spock you might of won a round." Roxas called back. "I call hack's!" Sora whined, but finished cleaning and came out. "would you feel better if we took our break early? I got some video's I wanna show you." Roxas said. "HECK YEAH!" Sora said, and despite himself, he wiggled his butt..a hold over from his little guy days.

they didn't go to the break room since well, with two of them on, one of them had to stay upfront anyways, so the boy's plopped down behind the front counter and Roxas took out some of the homemade chocolate chip cookies he'd made, trying to make sure he gave the tainted ones with ex-lax chocolate used for the chips to Sora, while pulling up the special video's he'd prepped for Sora to watch. what Roxas didn't know was that while he had taken the time to prep two batches of the cookies, one which was sure to have a boy fudging his pants and one without, he'd gotten distracted thinking about all the diapers he was gonna steal and had only packed his laxative laced baked goods. there was no way to tell from the taste alone, and as they munched away, Sora watched the let's play video's Roxas had sent hours mixing with subliminal messages that would encourage the return of big baby Sora. "oh man! these guys are SO good at mega-man! I never even KNEW about some of these paths they're taking! Roxas, come see this!" Sora squealed excitedly, bouncing up and down in his seat, cookie crumbs goes down the front of his shirt as ate like a piggy despite his big breakfast, if there was one thing you could count on, no matter HOW full Sora got, he'd always have room for sweets. "I'm good, I already watched it. You watch that and I'll keep a eye on the door." Roxas said, finishing the last of his cookies too. "your the bestest friend ever!" Sora coo'ed, and wiggled like a happy toddler. clearly the messages were going to work already. 'Like sandblasting a soup cracker.' Roxas thought with a smirk. "heh, and don't you forget it."

Sora just couldn't stop smiling and giggling as he watched, and found himself re-watching certain parts of the same video over and over again. it never even dawned on him once that the happy giddy feeling he was experiencing could be traced back to the video, or that his bestest buddy in the whoooole world was setting him up to be a derpy diaper boy. he was kicking his legs and moving his head back and forth, though found himself getting bored with the let's play video's and since Roxas was dealing with a couple of collage students who had came in, he put in some headphones and switched over to YouTube and started to watch some Barney. he was just past the intro of the episode he had brought up when he looked up and noticed the two guys, and Roxas looking at him, and all three were smiling big time. Pausing the video and taking the headphones out, Sora looked back. "uhhh, can i help you?" he asked. "heh, no no, but you have a lovely singing voice." one of the students said and started laughing. "I loved just how into you got." the other said. "I-I wasn't singing!" sora huffed and blushed hotly. "Uh buddy? we know your watching barney, or at least the intro." Roxas said, smirking and shaking his head. "you can go back to it, but indoor voice please." he added. "o-oh.." Sora said in a soft voice, and put the headphones back and and glued his eyes to the screen, though now it was less a desire to watch the show and more just to block out the collage guys.

"heh, so are you like looking after him ot something or does he really work here?" The bigger of the two collage guys asked, sporting a brown crew cut. Just a few inches shorter, but with more of a barrel chest was a blond who was rocking a ponytail. "he's cute either way." the blond chimed in. "Yeah, he works here, but he's just a total dork. he gets paid in diapers." Roxas said, thinking up the lie on the spot. but his calculations, the cookies should be starting to kick in any second now, so he wagged his eyebrows. "in fact, any second now he's likely gonna start going off so we better get you two checked out befo-" he started when a super loud booming fart filled the store. only problem was it hadn't come from Sora, but Roxas who turned crimson. "heh, looks like there's more then one big baby in the store!" Blondie laughed. "Holy hell, did that hurt?" Crew cut asked, though he was holding his nose as a less then pleasure aroma had followed the blast of gas. "I uh..I er.." Roxas stammered, then quickly made his way behind the check out. "I-I think we b-better get you out of here b-before-" he tried to say only for anther back door blast to come out from his butt, a little wetter this time. as if taking it as a challenge, though he was engrossed in his show, Sora leaned to the side and while never taking his eyes off of the screen added to the hurricane of farts that was quickly rendering the store a toxic zone. "uh..I think we'll..get out drinks and snacks somewhere else.." Crew cut said, gagging a little and wiping at his eyes. "Yeahhh clearly the food here is tainted if you guys have been snacking on it." Blondie said, and the two guys left quick.

Sora drifted out of the zone he was in, when the smell finally hit him. he'd of course let out anther two farts before being knocked out of it, and Roxas had added in twice as many and was doing baby steps as he headed for the bathroom. "Hey Roxas, who cut the cheese?" Sora asked, clueless and was answered by a super gross and wet sounding fart from Roxas who froze in place, and had one hand on his tummy, and one on his butt, hunching over. "I guess that answers that." Sora said and slid out of his chair, on his way over to help his bestest buddy. or he was when a powerful cramp hit him and he hunched over, letting out a fart that sounded more like a foghorn then something that should of been possible for a human. "OWIE!" Sora cried out as it wasn't all that pleasant to let out, and Roxas whined and answered with a even worse sounding fart. "oh gawd, S-Sora..I think I'm gonna..gonna..." Roxas whined. "G-Gonna what?" the clueless Sora asked, shuffling slowly and getting up next to Roxas and then leaning on him, ending ANY shot Roxas might of had to get to the bathroom. "I'm gonna crap my pants!" Roxas wailed and then proceed to do so, bawling as the back of his undies puffed out and the back of his jeans showed what was happening. "M-me too!" Sora whimpered, and then bawled too as his bowels cut loose too and his own pants were ruined.

Being Sora's emergency contract and fairly responsible, Rikku always had his cell with him in case he was needed. Hence why even though he was relaxing in the tub, reading a novel he was quick to answer the phone when a call came though from the general store. It was hard to understand what was going on at first, though the wails and the sobbing, and Rikku had been cut off before he could even say hello, but soon enough he got the general idea of what had happened. It took about five minutes, during which time he got dried off and started to get dressed, but Rikku got both of the not so big boys calmed down to just gentle whimpers. "Sora, Buddy, You and Roxas get in the bathroom, I'll be down there as soon as possible with some clean pants..among other things. Ok?" "I..I..I DIDN'T MEAN TOOO! WAHHHHH!" Sora sobbed loudly, and in the back round Rikku could hear that he'd started Roxas up again. and so anther five minutes were used up as Rikku packed a diaper bag, there was only two of sora's diapers left. getting off the phone with the big babies he went out the door and right next door to where Roxas was living, and found the spare key under a flower pot right where Roxas had left it. he could of just just grabbed two pairs of Sora's pants but figured if a leak happened, he'd prefer it happen in Roxas's pants, not Sora's. he noticed a pink notice on the floor that had been put though the mail slot, but ignored it as he went into Roxas's room and while getting a pair of his pants, confirmed his belief that the brat was stealing diapers as he had a few wet ones in a trash can by his bed. "I'll have to put him on time out for that." Rikku said to himself and was heading back out the door when something on the kitchen counter caught his eye. coming into the kitchen he found a wrapper for some chocolate ex-ax, and there were cookies on the counter. recalling how sora had mentioned all they'd had were some cookies Roxas brought from home Rikku put 1 and 1 together. "..Forget a time out, he's getting his buns blistered!" Rikku growled. Storming out Rikku made his way double time to the store, now knowing he was gonna have to for SURE buy more diapers, there was no way those two weren't gonna be pooping their brains out al day.

Thankfully there was more then one potty in the bathroom, and Sora and Roxas were each on one, poopie undies and pants in the trash and holding onto the side of the potties while going again. "Oh gawd how do I still have bones left!?!" Roxas cried out. "I'm pooping lava!" Sora whined and whimpered. of course while Sora was clueless as to way he was pooping up a storm, Roxas knew full well why it was happening, and that this wasn't ending any time soon as he flushed. monkey see monkey do, Sora flushed too though even as they finished, both boys stayed seated, panting and gasping and exhausted. "Roxas..I dun think i want yer cookies anymore." Sora whined. "heh..fair..fair enough.." Roxas said, letting it go that Sora thought he was just a bad baker and not that this had been all by design, at least till he'd eaten them too. the boys sat there, willing their butt holes to close and suffered in silence, mostly. Roxas could hear the soft slurping noise of sora sucking his thumb. 'I hope that wasn't the hand he was wiping with..' Roxas thought and wrinkled his nose.

Rikku made it into the shop and was glad no one was inside, and nothing looked like it had been stolen. There was a awful stench in the air from the boys accidents and Rikku mused that it was likely the smell more then anything else had scared off any potential looters. He knew the place like the back of his hand, Sora had given him a grand tour (with permission from malcore) of the entire store after his first week, eager to show off, and besides that there was only the one bathroom for whole store that was shared by the customers and the staff alike. Making his way to the bathroom and taking shallow breath, Rikku paused to grab a few can's of air freshener. 'I doubt Malcore will mind me using these..better then coming into a store that smells like a diaper pail.' Rikku reasoned mentally, and then used up all of one can and half of the second. with THAT taken care of Rikku made his way into the bathroom and announced his arrival by making use of the second can and putting a arm to his mouth and nose. if it had smelled like a diaper pail out front, in the bathroom it was a dumpster of dirty diapers. "whew, you boys ok in here? you didn't break the potties did you?" he called. From the stall closet to him Roxas's voice started to answer he was ok, but it was drowned out by Sora's voice in the stall closet to the window. "Daddy!" Sora whimpered out, and the door open and the naked from the waist down save for his socks and shoes Sora ran out and glomped Rikku. Rikku smiled and set the can down on the sink, then wrapped one arm around Sora and used the other to pat the boys head. "Daddy I'm sowwy! I don't know why but my bum won't l-listen to me and i just wanna wear my diapies and hug you and and I don't think I'm a big boy anymore and i just wanna be your babbbby!" Sora whimpered and wailed, nuzzling his head into Rikku's chest and getting his shirt damp with tears. "shhh it's ok Sora..it's oook. We're just gonna get you and Roxas dressed, and then we'll finish out your shift, all three of us ok? Then I'll talk with malcore and let him know you'll be quitting." Rikku said and rubbed the big babies back, then tilted his head up and kissed his forehead. Switching his gaze to the stall that roxas was in, Rikku cleared his throat. "are you just gonna hide in there, or you wanna come out too? I can give you a hug if you need one as well." rikku said. he'd been half joking when he made the offer of course, but wasn't shocked when the door opened and Roxas took a spot on the side of Rikku and whimpered and sobbed too.

Getting both boys fully cleaned up, Rikku wasn't shocked when neither one of them protested to the diapers he'd brought (in fact both of them had gotten a little 'exited' while he was powdering them) but then there came a problem that Rikku for all his skills as a daddy hadn't foreseen. the pants barely fit over the diapers, and there was no way to button them or zip them up. "er..who wants to go pants-less for the rest of their shift?" Rikku asked, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly after the tenth attempt to get either of them zipped up failed. "oh oh! Me! MEEEE!" Sora said, holding up his left hand and giggling. now that he had been told it was ok to go back to being a baby, he'd grabbed it with both hands so to speak and gladly kicked off his pants. "Now everyone can see how cute my diapies are daddy!" he giggled and wiggled his butt. Roxas on the other hand, turned pale. "No! no no no no no!" he whined and as if it was somehow Rikku's fault for not trying hard enough, hopped up and down tugging on the dress pants trying to force them up. "Come onnn work with me you stupid things!" Roxas whined, looking like a huffy toddler and Sora giggled and snuggled into daddy watching the show. "er..Roxas..i don't think it's gonna work. you might as well give up before you-" Rikku started. he was cut off as a loud rip was hear and the ass of the pants ripped open, along with the crotch of them. "..rip them." Rikku finished, trying not to laugh at the look of shock and embarrassment on Roxas face. "I..but..DAMN IT!" Roxas yelled and grabbed at the rip and tore it all, venting his frustrations at the poor pants while Sora gasped and covered his ears. "Daddy! he said a bad word!" Sora cried out. "I think we'll let him have a mulligan on that one buddy." Rikku said and gave Sora a side hug. A side hug that apparently helped whatever was left in the boys system come out because Sora yelped and then hugged Rikku tight and buried his face into his side as he started to load his diaper. not to be out done and with the remains of his pant's in his hands, Roxas dropped to a squat and used one hand to brace himself on the floor as the other arm clutched at his tummy. the back of both boy's white and chocobo print diapers puffed out rapidly and the chocobo's vanished from the back and front as they wet themselves while loading their diapers. '..oh good. because one stinky baby wasn't enough.' Rikku thought sweat dropping as the wails started again. "DADDDDY!" Came the twin cries, at the same time and Rikku wondered if maybe, just maybe..the two had practiced to nail such perfect timing.

Helping himself to a pack of the extra thick nighttime diapers off the shelf, and keeping track of what he'd owe Malcore, Rikku got the big babies changed even as they hiccuped and whined. the sobs and complaints about the design of the diapers (have just generic moons and stars on them) were muffled as Rikku also snagged a package of pacifiers from the shelf and popped one in each boys mouth. red mouth guard for Sora, yellow for Roxas. the big babies sucked on their paci's and wiped at their tears with one hand, but also were (Squeal!) holding each others hands for support while Rikku got them changed. He tried to get them to stand up and find something for them to do once they were nice and safe in their diapers, but the boys legs were shaken and they both looked wiped. considering how much they had pooped out and how fast it had happened, it wasn't really all that surprising though really. Rikku added to his mental tab and got a couple of baby bottle off of the shelf and then some Gatorade and filled the bottles up. the electrolyte's in the juice would help them feel better in a bit, though they were both falling asleep. Looking around the store, Rikku spotted a play pen that was on display in the back and tilted his head. 'It'll be a little cramped..but it's the best I can do.' he thought. With the big babies fading fast and rubbing their eyes even as they sucked on their ba-ba's (Rikku had made use of paci clips and ribbons so the paci's just hung from the boys work shirts) Rikku got them both up and set on either hip and carried them down to the playpen. "Ok sleepyheads, you two are gonna go night night for awhile ok? Daddy will be here when you wake up. I know the play pen is gonna be a little cramped, but it's the best I can do on short notice." Rikku said. there was no fight left in the big babies and they just slowly nodded. 'If they were only so cute and agreeable ALL the time.' Rikku thought to himself. of course just because Roxas was all cute and helpless NOW didn't mean he wasn't going to get punished later. it just meant Rikku was willing to let him work this this if for no other reason then bare bottom spanking a oversized big baby when they have the runs will ALWAYS end badly. Gently setting them in the playpen, Rikku couldn't help but grin like a fool and lean over the edge and watch as the more asleep then awake baby snuggled right into each other and let the ba-ba's drop and then (BIG squeal!) popped each others paci in the others mouth as they went off to dream land.'...OK..maybe having two big babies is gonna be worth the extra stink.' Rikku mentally gushed. grabbing a blanket he put it over the sleeping babies, and then went to work cleaning up.

Malcore was NOT happy as he made his way back to the store. the manger had been woken up from a dead sleep by a deliver man bringing certain ..packages.. to his place but when malcore had gone to take his wallet out to show ID he'd realized he'd forgotten it back at the store. Thankfully the guy cut him a break and let him get his packages but now the half asleep and grumpy Manger had to walk ALL the way to and ALL the way back to the store, because he'd been a dumb ass and let his next door neighbor borrow his car. "No good deed goes fucking unpunished." Malcore grumbled. walking into the shop he noticed a heavy fruity scent in the air and groaned. "Roxas, Sora, I swear if you two were playing fart war again Il.." Malcore started and then blinked as it was Rikku who was behind the counter, not one of his employee's. "oh uh..Hey Malcore." Rikku said. "is there a reason your behind the counter right now and not one of the two dorks i pay to be hind the counter?" Malcore asked. before Rikku could answer however there was a loud snore from the back of the shop. Holding a hand up to shush Rikku, Malcore walked over and looked down to the back of the store and yup, there was Sora and Roxas, asleep in a playpen. "..Do I wanna know the full details or do I wanna just save the head ache and fire them both and pray I can get someone else in to cover their shift?" malcore asked, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "..if it helps you've made about a $100 bucks off of them from everything I've had to buy and plan to leave with." Rikku said sheepishly. "Uh-huh.. I'll just be keeping their last pay checks, and you can sit here till I convince DT or Josh or Lute to come in. flip side, you can load up on what you need for them on the way out after I get a replacement in here." "heh, deal." 'And they wonder why I need my stress relief so much.' Malcore thought and headed for the office.

after about 45 minutes DT came into the store, looking pouty and smelling of baby power but dressed and ready for work. he did stop to gush and coo at how cute the big babies looked even if by that point Roxas and Sora had been changed into clean diapers and put into a black mage print onesie for Roxas, and a chocobo print one for Sora. they were also in a double stroller with lots of diapers packed in the undercarriage. Sora giggled and coo'ed as DT baby talked and tickled his chin while Roxas was red faced and sucking on his paci, hugging a teddy bear after finding out he'd been canned. "Who's a widdle cutie, who's a cute widdle big baby?" DT gushed and coo'ed. "hehehehe Meeee!" Sora gurgled in babyish tone and clapped his hands. "That's right! such a clever boy!" DT said and tapped Sora on the nose, then turned his attention to Roxas."Awww don't look so grumpy, your a big baby t-" DT started to say but Roxas shot him a look and DT gulped and moved away from the front of the stroller. "Er..yeah..so..I think that cuteness makes up for getting woken up." DT said, squeaking a little as he talked to Rikku "Right. you were were sleeping." Rikku said, giving a knowing look to the clerk. After all a professional daddy like Rikku knew a big baby when he saw one.

Wheeling the babies out of the shop they headed home with Sora going out of his way to wave hi to people and get attention from anyone they came across, the video had fried any sense of modesty from him and Roxas could only try and hide behind his stuffed bear as he thought he had a reputation to protect. Of course everyone on the block knew he was just as much of a big baby as Sora, but for the most part no one said anything because when confronted he had a habit of going into a high pitched whining denial speech and the whine could get SO high pitched dogs would howl. Making it back to Rikku and Sora's place first, Rikku got the stroller inside and then let the babies out while he unloaded everything from it. "Look uh..I'm glad you bailed us out and everything..but..I'm gonna go home." Roxas said, huffing a little as he stood there dressed like a big baby. "Well before you go, I figured you might want these..and know that I know what you did." Rikku Said, handing two of the large packs of diapers to Roxas and giving the big baby a look. The color drained from the big babies face and he stammered and whined a little as Sora who had been crawling over to go and play with some toys turned around and looked confused. "what did he do daddy?" the big aby asked. "Oh, nothing you need to worry about little guy. but he'll be coming over later to get punished for it. right Roxas?" Rikku said and looked Roxas right in the eyes. a wet fart escaped the blond and he gave a weak smile. "I.I..Uh..Yes sir." he said meekly. he briefly wondered about just trying to put it off and avoid contract with Rikku for like a week or so and see if this would just blow over. "And you know the longer you wait to take your licks, the worse it's going to be right?" Rikku added. 'Well shit.' Roxas thought. "I-I Understand sir." Roxas said, anther wet fart coming out and some bubbly ones coming from sora too. "if I was you, I'd either get my butt home before you end up unloading on the front lawn or just stay in here for anther diaper change." Rikku advised. Roxas went to say something but a bubbling fart had him change his mind and dash out the door, racing home.

Luck was on Roxas side, or so it seemed at first as he made it to his place and got inside before the churning in his tummy tum had him drop to his knees and start filling out the seat of his diaper once again. by this point he was basically used to the helpless feeling of crapping himself, though it still kinda hurt and burned. As he groaned and grunted and loaded his huggies, the door closed thankfully, he noticed the pink paper on the floor and gulped. even before he picked it up to read it he had a fairly good idea what it was going to say. he was maybe a month or two..ok 4 months behind on rent and had kept promising to make payments but then would go ahead and blow all his money on video games and the like. this mean he was the envy of every other boy on the block but as he looked the notice over, it also meant he had a week to move his stuff out. He was being evicted. "what did I do to deserve all of this!" Roxas cried out loud as he finished pooping his pampers and slowly got up to his feet using the wall for balance. a quick look in the kitchen and seeing the chocolate ex-lax wrapper reminded him. "..DAMN IT!"

Rikku was in the middle of changing Sora, who was busy sucking on his paci and playing with a stuffie as Rikku handled the the dirty deed, when the door bell rang. Since Sora was all clean and just waiting on a fresh diaper Rikku rubbed his belly. "you gonna be ok here for a second champ while I answer the door?" he asked. Sora nodded and went back to playing with his stuffie and Rikku made his way to the door quickly. It wasn't that he didn't trust Sora to stay put, it was more of he didn't wanna come back and find out he had peed all over himself. Opening the door Rikku was semi shocked to find Roxas back already, he hadn't been gone that long. A strong breeze blew and even if Roxas's diaper hadn't of been sagging in his onesie Rikku would of been able to tell that he was a stinky boy. "heh, you know, I'm not gonna change EVERY poo-" Rikku started, but was cut off. "I-I'm getting evicted..and..and..Can I move in with you guys for awhile?" Roxas asked, bottom lip trembling. "J-just till I get back on my feet!" Rikku thought about how Roxas had turned Sora back into a big baby, and gotten them both fired (though Sora again WAS gonna quit) and toyed with saying no. but in the end seeing the big baby scared and upset, he just couldn't bring himself to be mean. "I suppose so..but there are going to be some rules..but we'll go over them in a bit. first, let's get you changed into a clean diaper." Rikku said and ruffled Roxas hair. the big baby glomped him and Rikku just smiled.

Sora was more then a little excited at the prospect of having a brother to share his nursery with and babbled on and on about all the fun stuff the two of them were gonna do together as he sat on the floor in just a diaper and socks while Rikku changed Roxas. Rikku explained it was going to be din din time soon, the boys needed to get something in their systems and it was just easier to have big babies in diapers and socks while they ate. He also explained that as long as Roxas lived under his roof, he'd be treated JUST like Sora, which meant treated JUST like a big silly baby. no changing his own diapers, no using the potty, 7:30 pm bedtimes and the whole nine yards. If at any point Roxas had had enough and didn't wanna do it, he was always free to walk out the door. Sniffling as he heard the rules, Roxas thought about how all of this had started just so he could steal some diapers and pretend to BE a baby. Now he was trapped, with no job and no money..he was STUCK as a baby, It was a fitting punishment and fitting end for the blonds plans, and he STILL had a spanking to look forward to.

THE END...For now.

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Thanks to @itsme-imhere for the lines in vietnamese, they read: ‘Mây chẳng của trời / Mây của nhân gian’ meaning ‘Cloud is not of the sky / Cloud belongs to humanity’

#quynh #andromache the scythian #andromaquynh #immortal wives #the old guard #andy x quynh #andromache of scythia #tog #the tattoos are inspired on miss vân's own (vân also means cloud in viet)#and applied a bit to quynh's way of thinking about immortality. how their lives are not entirely their own #and they must learn to let it all go at some point #(well possible way. free real state babey)#anyway they deserve soft mornings ok i will not have anything else #quynh was supposed to be kissing andy's knife scar but guess who forgot what shoulder that was on #totally the left one mhmmm #just imagine quynh kissing all of andy's scars 🥺#my art

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emilyprentissslut · 2 years

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Can we have yn introduced to Agatha plsss

Witches of Westview🦕

an: IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE. this took 3 hours to write ngl.

warnings: magic wanda, shifty agatha, dark magic practicing, agatha may be a menace.

You heard stories of another witch in Westview. Apparently Wanda hated her. She lived to the right, her right, not yours. Angela, Agriculture, NO!! Her name was Agatha. Wanda briefly spoke about her. She would tell you that she used to have a neighbor named Agnes who had tried to take her power.

What happened in Westview was no secret to you. There had been underground news coverage of the events of that day. Sword agents fighting, kids messing with the military, and more famously, two witches at war in the sky. Part of you wondered if it was all an elaborate stunt, but Agatha Harkness wasn’t an illusion.

She was a witch, older than Wanda by centuries. The brunette magician ran circles in Wanda’s head. She had given her the dark hold, told her she was the scarlett witch, imprisoned her children, and helped make Wanda the powerful witch she was today. In Wandas mind, Agatha Harkness was a fucking plague.

You’d stare out the window at her house. Never would Agatha step foot out. Agnes, as she was now, was a total mystery. If you even thought about asking Wanda she would derail your train of thought. You couldn’t see, think, or speak about the mysterious neighbor on the right. Again, not your right, hers.

It wasn’t until 42 days, 3hrs and 21 min into your captivity (but who’s counting) that scarlet clashed with purple.

Much like any other day, you and Wanda would spend time together. She would cook breakfast for the two of you (dinosaur shaped pancakes only), and you would have relaxing mornings. She spent a lot of time in the boys room. If you ever worked up the courage to enter, you would regret everything. Your captor studiously searched for the perfect spell to cross the multiverse, and for 42 days, 3hrs and 21 min, she couldn’t find a goddamn thing.

Recalling the words her former neighbor used to say, “you’ll need me”. Not that the sokovian ever wanted to admit it, but she needed Agatha. Walking out of her workspace, Wanda found you curled up on the couch watching Jaws. Smiling to herself, the redhead joined you on the couch. Almost instinctively, you laid your head on her shoulder as she kissed your temple.

“I thought you didn’t like sharks, baby?”

Smiling at her reference to the shark leash debacle, you shrugged.

“I will make an exception for Jaws. He’s a cutie.”

Running her fingers through your hair, the woman beamed at you. Wanda felt calm with you. The urge to lock you away from the world and keep you for herself. Yet she also fought the urge to ever hurt you or anything you cared about. Her little dino meant more to her then all the stars in the sky.

“I have to run out for a bit, be a good girl and stay put.“

You looked up at her. She looked more quizzical than usual.

“Mhmmm, We’ll see”

Although you mumbled, the witch still heard. Giving you a tight kiss, she left out the front door. You waited a few seconds before you walked to the window to see what she was up to. Out of all the possibilities, you could’ve never guessed where she was going. As silently as you could, you opened the door and followed after her.

As she wandered into the neighbors home, you realized this was your chance. Perching by the window, you saw Wanda with the elusive ‘Agnes’. You could hear everything the two talked about.

“Agatha.”

“Well I’ll be damned, if it isn’t little miss magic. Welcome back to Westview hun.”

Wanda rolled her eyes and choked the witch with her magic.

“I wouldn’t be here, nor would I wake up up if I didn’t need something.”

“I told you that you’d need me.”

Wanda scoffed and her magical grip tightened around the brunette. Blissfully unaware that you were watching, Wanda continued to hold her power over the other witch.

“You are going to come back with me, you are going to come straight to the twins rooms, help me open the multiverse, and then Agnes will make lasagna tonight.”

A list of demands that Agatha felt less than happy to comply with. Scoffing at her request, Agathas eyes narrowed at the figure in the window.

“And who’s that little cutie, Wanda?”

The redhead snapped her attention to the window and you quickly ducked down. Your breathing picked up as you cursed yourself for being as stupid as to follow her.

“Come out, dino.”

A flash of an accent struck your captor’s words. Without any direction from your brain, your feet brought you inside the kitchen to where the two were. Wanda conjured the leash around your shoulders, an action that brought a dry laugh from the dark magician’s throat.

“What is this, your dog?”

You eyed the witch in fear as Wanda held you close to her.

“This is my dino. She’s coming with me to get the boys back. Help me with the spell so we can get this show on the road.”

Pacing around the kitchen, Agatha stared you down.

“Hello little dino. You’re a cute little thing aren’t you?”

The witch reached out to teach you but the action was blocked by Wanda. You backed yourself into Wanda’s hold and instinctively relaxed in her arms.

“Let’s go, Agatha.”

The witch shifted her gaze to Wanda, and back to you. As Wanda walked, you followed behind. The oldest witch whispered in your ear.

“Little dino, you will be mine.”

#wanda maximoff #marvel #wanda x you #dino au #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader #agatha harkness #agatha harkness x you #wanda maximoff fluff #wanda maximoff x agatha #agatha harkness fluff #wanda maximoff icons #dark! wanda maximoff #dark wanda x reader #dark wanda maximoff #dinosaurs are swag

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westcoastrry · 2 years

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Can’t Help If This Is Us Part 2

I’m gonna preface with the fact that I hate this fic especially the ending but I’m gonna throw it here anyways. Please be kind cause I hate it

Man I promise, she's so self conscious

She has no idea what she's doing in college

That major that she majored in don't make no money

But she won't drop out, her parents will look at her funny

“Cappuccino with almond milk please.”

Kiara whips around and there is Harry with his decorative rings, fitted suit, and neatly combed hair. It has been two weeks since she has seen Harry in person. They have been flirting over text, a few raunchy pictures on Kiara’s side, and some naughty messages back from Harry, but it hasn’t reached anything past that. Harry has tried asking Kiara to dinner a couple times, but she always has an excuse that work has come up, or she needs to stay in to study for an upcoming test.

In all honesty, she’s just nervous. She hasn’t been on a real date since highschool. What does she wear? What does she say? Who will drive?

She smiles shyly. “Hi. I've missed seeing your face in the mornings.”

Harry has been having his assistant come to get his coffee. He has been nervous about seeing Kiara in person as well, so he has been avoiding the cafe. He doesn’t want to come off as too pushy or overly assertive. However, today Trina called him and convinced him to make an appearance at the shop.

“Me too,” he responds. “You look nice today.”

“Thank you. Trina has been making me try this new skin routine.”

“Well you're glowing. As always.”

Kiara places Harry’s brown paper coffee cup on the counter and adds some milk to it.

“So,” Harry awkwardly starts. “How do you feel about dinner?”

Kiara bites the inside of her cheek. She has been avoiding this for way too long now. She knows she is gonna have to rip off the bandaid if she wants to get anywhere with Harry. Also for him to fuck her again.

“Yes. I would like that.” Kiara hands him his coffee. “I mean only if you really want me to go with you. Then totally yes. And it's not like I’ve been avoiding you or anything. I mean maybe I am. But that's because I’m nervous.”

“That's okay. I'm too. Nervous that is.” Harry assures her. “We are both kind of new to this.”

Kiara shakes her head in agreement.

“I know a chef. He can come to my house, cook for us-”

“I have weed,” Kiara blurts out before thinking.

“Excuse me?” Harry takes a sip from his coffee.

“I mean uhhh… I just got some weed a while ago. I really want to smoke it and usually it’s with Trina but she is pregnant. I thought maybe you would smoke it with me? We can still have dinner, of course.”

Kiara didn’t start smoking until she met Trina. Trina had bad migraines and claimed that the weed would help her with it, so when they were both tired and stressed out from work, a joint was usually shared on their apartment steps after work.

Harry laughs lightly underneath his breath. “I haven’t smoked weed since highschool.”

“So is that a yes? Because I’m out of a smoking buddy ever since Trina got pregnant and I could use a good stress reliever.”

Harry’s eyes look to the right and to the left to mke sure no one is near before dipping his head down to Kiara’s ear and whispering, “Is the way I fuck you not good enough of a stress reliever?”

Harry pulls back to see Kiara looking at him with wide eyes, and her mouth drops open.

“Oh you're sick for that.”

“Mhmmm, I can pick you up at around six? You can bring your...paraphernalia of course.”

“Six works. I should be out of here around three.”

Harry frowns. “Do you need a ride back to your apartment?”

“No, it's fine. I will take the subway.”

“Nonsense. I can send a driver over-.”

“Do not do that,” Kiara tells Harry sternly. “I’m a big girl you know. I can take the subway.”

Harry picks up Kiara’s hand and runs his thumb over the tops of her fingers. “Alright. Just text me when you get to mine. Stay safe.”

When Kiara got home she quickly went over a few outfits with Trina before settling on white sweatpants and baby blue tank top. The sweatpants were a safe bet because they made her ass look nice, and the tank top actually belonged to Trina, who made sure that Kiara at least looked decent before heading over to Harry’s.

The whole train ride over Kiara picked at her chipped nail polish, reminding herself that she is not a 16 year old virgin.

I’m a grown ass adult. Kiara thought to herself. I can totally keep my composure.

Kiara thought wrong.

As soon as she took the elevator up to Harry’s penthouse she wanted to turn back and take the green line all the way back home.

Kiara paces up and down Harry’s hallway for a good five minutes until she hears a deep British accident.

“Kiara? What are you doing?”

She jumps. “ I- uh. I’m sorry. I’m pacing. Obviously.”

Harry is leaned up on the door frame. He is also wearing sweatpants except his own are gray. Kiara’s eyes instantly recognize his bird tattoos that are slightly peeking out from under his black shirt.

“But are you okay?” Harry asks.

“Just fine! Honestly. I think I drank too much coffee today, and it didn’t help my nerves.”

Harry pushes himself off of the doorframe and takes a step toward her. “No need to be nervous. Your hair looks different. It’s cute.”

“Oh,” Kiara touches the side of her hair letting her fingers run through her curls. She quickly remembers she washed her hair after work, putting some new styling gel she bought from the beauty supply store, and a tiny braid on the right side of her head that had a few gold beads on it.

“How did you notice I changed my hair?”

“How would I not notice?”

Kiara’s face goes warm and she smiles like a little girl with a bucket full of candy on halloween. Kira changes her hair constantly. From braids, locs, and twists. She rarely ever wears her out, and maybe it’s because she is really embarrassed about her natural hair because of how thick and unruly it can be. She doesn’t really know how to style it either. This new hairstyle came from a youtube video, and it's a gamble because she is not sure if it will last all day, but she currently doesn’t have the money to get it done in a protective style so this will have to do.

“Come inside. It’s chilly out here.”

Harry’s home is something out of one of those housing hunting magazines. She walks straight into the living room, and the first thing she notices is the view. The long windows expose the view of the New York City skyline. The moon peeks out over the penthouse flashing a beautiful light that cascades right down on the kitchen. Kiara brushes her fingertips on the granite countertop and they feel more luxurious than anything she has had the pleasure of touching.

“The view is beautiful.” Kiara says walking up towards the large windows.

Harry follows closely behind her and wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her against him. “It's my favorite part about living here.”

“So what is it that you do for work again?” Kiara asks, looking outside the massive window.

Harry’s conscience has taken over his thoughts and he truly doesn't know what the right thing to do here is.

“I just own the club.” He kisses the back of her head, and then the top of her shoulder. “I also do a lot of stock trading and financial investment stuff, but the club keeps me busy.”

Kiara scrunches her face in disgust. “So you like math.”

“Oh love it. I like that it doesn’t feel like you are heading into the unknown. There is always a way to get an answer.”

“Oh my god. I’m about to smoke weed with a nerd.” Kiara spins around to face Harry.

“Mmm don’t think I was much of a nerd when you were screaming my name a couple weeks ago,” Harry says in response, placing his top hand just inches above Kiara’s head and leans into the window.

Kiara turns around to face Harry. “I will run back home with my weed.”

“No you won’t.”

“Yes I will.”

“Kiara,” Harry says in a warning tone.

For a beat Kiara stands and stares at him before taking off running to his penthouse.

“Kiara!” Harry yells running after her.

“Stay away white man!” Kiara keeps running down the hall, making sure not to hit the expensive furniture Harry has.

Not even a full minute goes by before Harry scoops Kiara off her feet and throws her over his shoulder.

“I’m being held hostage!” She laughs uncontrollably, hitting Harry's back repeatedly.

Harry delivers one harsh spank to Kiara’s ass and she yelps. “I would spank you again, but I know you like that shit.”

He gently puts Kiara down on the couch before grabbing some backwoods he set out on the kitchen counter.

“Russian cream?” Kiara notices the package before Harry could hand it to her. “This is the good shit.”

Kiara pulls out a small baggie of weed from her back pocket. “It's already grinded up. You want to do this in the house?”

“We can go out on the balcony. Here,” Harry reaches for one of his navy blue sweaters with a small nike check mark in the corner that was laying on the back of the couch. “So you don’t get cold.”

Kiara smiles to herself and when Harry turns around she embarrassingly brings the sweater up to her nose to smell. It has a floral woody scent to it, meaning Harry has worn it a couple times and his scent still lingers on the sweater.

Harry opens the balcony door for Kiara and the view couldn’t get any better. The hustle and bustle of New York City is loud beneath them, but here on the ninth floor with Harry, it's quiet. She feels secure, and safe, compared to the crazy, and unsure life that is going on beneath them.

The balcony has a long black couch to sit on with a glass table that bends in the shape of a half circle. The fireplace is turned on and a sound system is playing some light RnB music in the background.

“Do you need help rolling?” Harry's voice brings Kiara right back to reality.

“Oh no I’m fine. I’m pretty fast.”

Harry watches as Kiara expertly opens the packaging with her teeth. She has a hot pink blunt splitter attached to her keys and uses it to open up the back wood and remove the tobacco from it. He watches her sprinkle the weed right in the backwood not letting a drop of it go to waste.

The last time Harry smoked weed was his first year of college. It was fun, a few of his friends had got it at a party and they went back to Harry’s apartment to smoke it. He recalls being extremely relaxed, even sleepy at a point. As life went on Harry really didn’t have time to smoke weed anymore.

But here he is watching Kiara lick a backwood. The way her tongue rolled with ease across the top of her blunt and her painted black acrylic nails expertly moving around the blunt was turning Harry on.

Kiara takes the first hit, coughing a little after she inhales. “Oh wow. Fuck that’s strong.”

She passes it onto Harry who gladly accepts it inhaling the smoke. He feels his muscles instantly relax. He takes another hit, coughing a bit this time letting his head lean back to blow the smoke into the air.

“God I needed that,” Harry mellows, closing his eyes slightly, passing Kiara the blunt.

“You work every day?”

Harry hums and nods his head in response. “Every fucking day.”

“This like… is going down smoother than expected? Did you put something else in it?”

“Yeah lavender and rose petals.”

Harry laughs. “Lavender and rose petals of course you did. That is such a Kiara thing to do.”

“Well the lavender and the rose petals will help you relax. You should take a vacation. You deserve it, “Kiara brings the blunt up to her lips.

Harry unexpectedly grabs Kiara ankles that are just inches away from and pulls her close to him. She snaps upwards and Harry places his hand on her back and pulls her close to him.

“Come with me,” he whispers softly, kissing her lips.

“Where?” Kiara takes a hit from the blunt.

“On vacation. Mexico, The Bahamas, Jamaica, Italy, I don't care.”

Harry knows he can’t go on vacation. There is way too much to be done at the club. His father would surely be disappointed in him. He is supposed to be a leader. He can’t just leave. He has to make sure his people are taken care of. More importantly he has to make sure his Dad’s debts are taken care of.

A chill runs down Kiara's spine. She is unsure if Harry is being serious or if he is just high. “Harry…”

“Think about it. Vacation sex on the balcony. I can watch you prance around in a little thong on the beach.” His hand rubs circles on her back. “I can even fuck you on the beach.”

“We are not going on a vacation. Are you out of your mind? I just met you.”

Harry takes the blunt out of Kiara's hands and brings it to his lips. He taste a lingering strawberry flavor on the tip of the blunt from Kiara’s chapstick. “You feel it though right?”

“Feel what?”

Harry’s hand reaches out for Kiara’s cheek. “That racing feeling in your heart when you see me? Because I feel it. My heart drops when I see you because damn you're beautiful.”

He brushes a curl off from Kiara’s face.

“And what if I told you I think I’m falling in love?”

Kiara blinks. “Harry, you're high.”

“Those heart skips, that you feel. I think that's love.”

“Harry I- I don’t know-.”

Harry gently pulls Kiara on his laps, her knees on either side of him. He slumped slightly on the couch which gives Kiara room to perfectly slot herself in his lap.

“Beautiful, you don’t have to answer that now,” He tucks another loose curl behind her ear and takes another hit of the blunt then holds it in front of kiara’s face. “Let's just enjoy this.”

Maybe she is in love, or Kiara is just extremely high because they have finished the blunt. Harry is rambling on about math, while Kiara has contently tucked her head into his chest. She listens to the steady vibrations of his chest while he rambles on about starter stock investments that Kiara should have. She isn’t really listening to him, more so taking in his smell. It's like vanilla with a hint of something a little stronger. Even if she wanted to listen to him, she couldn’t because his hand is perched right up on her ass, rubbing in circles which is very distracting.

Harry is still rambling when Kiara here's a familiar tune play on the sound system.

Southside, Southside we're gonna set this party on fire.

Kiara hastily peels herself from Harry’s body and jumps to her feet. “Wait, turn this up, I love this song.”

Harry is a little confused about Kiara’s actions. He is still in the midst of his high and can’t really tell what she is doing but he turns up the music.

Harry grins when he hears the familiar tune. “I didn’t peg you for a Kanye West fan.”

Kiara displays her infectious smile that makes Harry want to drop to his knees for her.

She turns around and begins to playfully sway her hips in front of Harry who is completely leaned back into the couch with his arms stretched out enjoying the show.

“Westside westside we gonna set this party on fire!” Kiara sings along with the music.

She turns around to face Harry, putting herself right in between his legs before she starts rapping. “She is so self-conscious, she has no idea what she doin’ in college. That major that she majored in doesn't make no money, but she won’t drop out and her parents will look at her funny.”

Harry grabs Kiara hip, keeping his eyes focused on Kiara’s lips and the words she continues to rap, “Now tell me that aint insecure, the concept of school seems so secure, Sophomore thear years aint pick a carrer she like, fuck it ill just say down and here and do hair cause thats enough moey to buy her a few pairs of new airs cause her baby daddy don't really care.”

Kiara continues to rap making silly hand gestures at Harry, and he just sits there mesmerized at the pure untroubled persona Kiara carries with her. She is truly having fun and Harry can tell just by her body movements alone. Kiara grabs Harry’s hands and pulls him up from the couch. She turns around to press her ass against Harry’s front to make sure he can feel her movements.

Harry raps lowly against her ear while Kiara continues to sway her hips back and forth, “She is so precious with the pure pressure, couldn’t afford a car, so she named her daughter alexis.”

Kiara continues for him, “She had hair so long that it looked like weave, then she cut it all off, now she looks like Eve, and she be dealin’ with some issues that you can’t believe. Single black female addicted to retail.”

The chorus plays and Kiara is looking back smiling widely at Harry. “Cmon I know you know the lyrics now.”

Harry lifts one arm that is in Kiara hands’ and twirls her around so she faces him. “Man, I promise, I’m so self conscious that's why you only see me with one of my watches,” Harry points to his gold blinged out watch, making Kiara laugh at him.

Harry continues, “Rollie's and Pasha's done drove me crazy. I can't even pronounce nothin', pass that Ver-say-see! Then I spent four hundred bucks on this.”

Kira quickly finishes the sentence for him screaming out on the balcony still in Harry’s arms, “Just to be like, Nigga you aint up on this!”

“And I can't even go to the grocery store, Without some ones that's clean and a shirt with a team,” Harry continues to rap the melody. He places one hand on Kiara’s lower back and the other right between her shoulder blade and dips her down. Kiara arches her back across Harry’s knee and he brings his nose to touch Kiara’s who is completely thrown away by Harry’s dance moves. He raps along to the tune, “It seems we livin' the American Dream, But the people highest up got the lowest self-esteem.”

He pulls right back up, twirling her around again before placing both his hands on her cheeks. “The prettiest people do the ugliest things, For the road to riches and diamond rings.”

Harry tackles her in kisses, while Kiara is trying to squirm away from him. She almost gets out of his grasp but he quickly pulls her back in squeezing her ass playfully.

“I say, "Fuck the police," that's how I treat 'em We buy our way out of jail, but we can't buy freedom We'll buy a lot of clothes, but we don't really need 'em Things we buy to cover up what's inside.”

Harry recites the words with ease, and Kiara is unsure if he is aware of the political background behind them, however she is too high to get into that with him.

“'Cause they made us hate ourselves and love they wealth,” Kiara stands up on the couch and flicks her wrist like she is shooting a basketball, “that's why shorty's hollerin', "Where the ballers at!" Kiara shoots herself off the couch in Harry’s arm. The song is still playing in the background but both of them are completely out of breath laughing at each other.

“There is no way you just launched yourself off my couch.”

Kiara points a finger in Harry’s face, “There is no way you just rapped a Kanye West song with me! Kanye West! Why are you listening to Kanye West? I thought classical musical maybe-”

“We all self-conscious, I'm just the first to admit it, baby.”

Not only does Harry interrupt her and finish the lyrics smoothly, but the baby he adds at the end is what makes Kiara’s heart melt and she doesn’t even know why. Harry knew all the words to her favorite song. Every single one. Its stupid, but so endering to Kiara.

“I love this song.”

“I love it too,” Harry agrees.

“I think,” Kiara sighs, letting her head move closer to Harry’s. “I think I like this more than I should.”

“Me too.”

“What are we going to do about it?”

It's silent. The only thing they both hear is the sound of the fire cracking, and the New York breeze.”

Harry looks down at Kiara's lips. They are a light brown shade on the ends and a pinker shade toward the middle. They are full, kissable, sexy…

“Kiss me. Please?” Kiara asks.

“No.”

“Why?” Kiara's face scrunches in confusion.

“Because I need to be able to compose myself. If I kiss you, I might not be able to stop.”

“Right slow.” Kiara says.

“Slow,” Harry repeats.

“Can we still have dinner? I'm getting the munchies.”

Harry grins. “What do you want to eat?”

“Pizza. Good pizza though. Brooklyn pizza.”

“Alright well you have to get up if you want me to order it.”

“No,” Kiara protests like a baby wrapping her arms around Harry tighter. “ Don’t leave me now. You're warm. Let's just sleep now. Pizza later.”

Harry didn’t realize how fast he fell asleep until he woke up because of Kiara’s light snores. He hasn’t slept that well since the last time they had sex. Now that he is really thinking about it, before he met Kiara he wasn’t sleeping at all. Usually he was way too stressed about work to sleep constantly worrying about things he had to do, and people he had to take care of.

Harry is about to doze off again when there's a knock on the glass door.

Kiara is still sound asleep and Harry doesn’t want to wake her up. He knows how tiring it must be to have to work and go to university all at once.

“Harry,” Trevor, Harry's assistant, greets politely. His eyes move down to Kiara, who is snuggled up against Harry's chest.

“Trevor. Are you okay? Did the breaker trip in the guest room again?”

Trevor and Harry have been friends since childhood. They went to the same elementary school and even college. Trevor helped Harry handle most of the financial stuff for the club, and he has lived in Harry’s guest house since they both graduated.

“No, the electricity is fine. However, your father and brother are both in the living room.”

“What. Why?”

Harry’s father never really came to visit him unless something went wrong at the club. His brother usually tags along to rub Harry’s mistakes in his face

“I can only assume it has something to do with the fact that you didn’t pay Dorian.”

Harry rolls his eyes. “I didn’t pay Dorian because he is a disrespectful son of a bitch. If he has a problem with the fact that he is getting his money late he can bring it up with me, not my father.”

“You knew that was gonna cause problems Harry. Why are you being so impulsive about this? Dorian is not the kind of guy to mess with. What happened to the original plan you and I came up with? Keep Dorian happy until the debts are paid off?”

“Yeah well I’m tired of paying for my father’s mistakes.” Harry growls, causing Kiara to stir a bit.

“Should I escort her out?”

“No, leave her.” Harry brushes a piece of hair that was about to fall in Kiara’s mouth. “She is going to stay the night.”

Trevor tilts his head, confused. “Harry Styles, are you dating someone?”

Harry sighs,“No? Maybe? I don’t know Trevor. It's crazy we only just met, but I feel like I have met her in a past life or something. Everything is just so easy with her. So...fun.”

“You do know you're allowed to be happy right,” Tervor can’t help but remind his best friend of this. “You are allowed to do fun things. Like date.”

“What if something happens to me?”

“Nothing is going to happen to you Harry. James and I wouldn’t allow that.”

“You don’t know that. Feels like it was yesterday I almost died and you and James had to come rescue my ass.”

Harry remembers that day like it really was yesterday. It was only his first week taking over the mafia. His father was in some Caribbean country with his mum, leaving him to continue to work things out by himself. Before Harry understood the depths of the target he had on his head, he would walk around without security. Which caused him to get kidnapped by a past associate of his Dad’s because of an overdue payment his father never told him about.

He was there for four days. Getting pistol whipped left and right, cold water repeatedly being dunked on his head, even lacerations from knives. All for some stupid fucking money.

“Stop that,” Trevor says. “Stop thinking about that shit. We saved you and nothing like that is going to happen again.”

“Tell my father I will be there in a minute please.”

“Harry-.”

“I’m fine Trevor,” Harry assures his friend.

But who is he really trying to convince? Trevor or Himself?

Harry is able to wiggle himself away from Kiara. He leaves her laid across the sofa, and even pulls a blanket over her so she doesn’t get sick from the cold air.

When Harry enters his living room he sees his Dad first. He seems relaxed, a smile on his face.

“Son! It’s been too long!” Mr. Styles cheerfully exclaims holding his arms out for his son to hug.

Harry leans against the door frame, a frown on his face. “Evan? What are you doing here?”

“What! Am I not welcome in my own brother's home?”

While Evan and Harry are brothers, they look nothing alike. While Harry has a full head of curly locs, Evan sports a buzz cut. His eyes are hazel which he takes after their Dad, while Harry’s bright green eyes come from his mom.

“I just don't understand why you are here.”

Harry is doing his best to keep his composure. It is not like he hates his brother. He just has the life he wants. He is envious of the fact that he has a wife, lives in a normal house in the suburbs, two kids, and even a dog named Rocky.

So when his brother waltzes into his house with his father, it’s almost like a slap in the face.

“Enough of that,” Harry’s Dad walks between his two sons and puts a hand on either of their shoulders. “We are a family. Act like it.”

We haven’t been a family in quite some time. Harry thinks to himself but chooses to keep his mouth shut.

A beat of silence falls by. “Harry, I heard you are having problems with Dorian. Is everything alright?”

“It's fine,” Harry notices his Dad’s tan right away. It was his parents' anniversary and he remembers his Dad saying he was talking his mom to some island to celebrate.

“You can’t lie to us Harry,” Evan speaks up. “We are just trying to help keep you safe.”

Harry’s eyes stay down at the floor, looking at his feet.

“He is right, Harry. I’m just trying to protect you…”

“Three years to late for protection Dad! I can handle this. I definitely don’t need you or my brother meddling in my business.”

“Harry?” Kiara’s sleepy voice interrupts Harry’s Dad's response. Harry turns around to see Kiara who he thought would stay asleep wide awake. She is rubbing her eyes. “Oh. I didn’t realize you had company.”

“Harry? You never told me about a girl? What is your name love?” Harry’s Dad smiles joyfully walking closer to Kiara.

Kiara pulls at her sleeves awkwardly. “Oh. My name is Kiara. Is everything okay? I heard yelling.”

Harry quickly walks toward Kiara, Playing a hand on her back. “Sorry. Are You okay? Did you want to go back to sleep?” Harry talks loud enough so his father could hear him.

“Sorry to interrupt. I didn’t know Harry had company over. My name is Julian. Harry’s father.” He held out his hand.

Kiara blinks her sleepy eyes. “Kiara.”

“Evan,” Harry's brother introduces himself, also holding out his hand to shake.

“And you are?” Harry’s Dad's question.

“A Friend.”

“Friend.” Harry and Kaira speak at the same time.

They both look at each other with wide eyes. Harry clears his throat.

“She is a friend, a good friend actually.”

“I really didn’t mean to interrupt. I’ll just wait for you on the balcony Harry.”

“No. We clearly interrupted something. Stay, I insist. Evan and I will be on our way out.” Harry’s Dad sides eyes him and smiles. “Are you sure you both are just friends? I'm not an expert on relationships but I do believe that is a hickey on your neck..”

Kiara quickly covers both sides of her neck with the palm of her hands, embarrassed.

“Dad! Jesus christ.”

“What,” Harry’s Dad says innocently. “I haven’t seen you with a girl in years! And she is pretty! Are you sure you are not holding her captive here?”

Evan chuckles under his breath, only adding fuel to the fire.

“Alright. You two out.”

Harry's brother holds up his hands in defense. “We will leave you guys alone.”

Just as Evan and Harry’s father was about to leave a voice booms throughout the house.“Oh great! The whole family is here,” Harry instantly hears Dorian's voice behind him. Kiara jumps slightly, but Harry is quick to turn around and pull Kiara away from Dor ian.

He just looks just as intimidating as Kiara remembers him to be. His dark hair was gelled back, and his shoes clicked on the ground as he walked closer to where Kiara and Harry are standing.

“Kiara,” Harry whispers. “I need you to go back to the balcony. Close the door.”

“I’m not leaving you.” She whispers back.

“Kiara...please.”

“No.”

“Let the whore stay!” Dorian pulls at the cuffs of his suit, as he walks towards Harry and Kiara. His slightly heeled boots echo throughout the house. “The more the merrier or whatever bullshit that they say.”

Kiara launches herself at Dorian, which causes the buff men standing next to him to pull their guns and point them at Kiara.

“Let her stay. I want her to watch.”

“Harry...” Kiara’s shakily says as she watches the two men grab Harry by both his arms.

“Harry!” Kiara fully yells this time. She turns around to look at Evan. “What is going on! I don’t understand!”

“Hey,” Evan pulls Kiara back from stepping toward Harry. He softly turns her around so she is face to face with him. “I need you to take a step back. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“What is going on!” Kiara yells. She can’t help the tears that begin to fall from her eyes, which mostly stem from the stress of the pressing situation unfolding before her eyes “tell me what the fuck is going on!” She yells in Evan’s face as he holds her close.

Harry knows what is about to happen. He knows Dorian’s men are going to give him hell. He knows the consequences of not making payments on time, but he didn’t think Kiara would be here to see them. Usually Dorian shows up at his job, threatens him but everything is usually resolved once Harry hands over the money.

However, Dorian isn’t fucking around this time. Harry doesn’t even think it's about the money. Dorian's ego is hurt. He has too much pride for his own good.

Harry looks up at Kiara, something he didn’t want to do. The anxiety has hit him like a train and he can hear Kiara’s frantic screams. Evan is holding her back, but she continues to thrash around in his arms, asking what is going on. He never wanted her to find out like this.

Secretly, he wished that she would never have to find out. That somehow magically he could date her while running the mafia, and that all his problems would be fixed within a year, and he wouldn’t have to tell her anything.

The first hit connected with the side of Harry’s head. Kiara watches Harry’s head snap backwards. His body slumps over, indicating that the first hit wasn’t an easy one to take.

He tries to pick his head up,with the intention to look at Kiara but gets punched again, this time with blood flying out of his mouth.

“Do something!” Kiara pushes at Evan’s shoulder. When he looks at her with pity she turns around to yell at Harry’s Dad. “Are you not going to do something?” She yells at Harry’s Dad.

“I can’t.” He regrettably responds. As Harry groans from another punch that hits him straight in the gut. “He needs to learn his lesson the hard way.”

“You're his father!” Kiara screeches so loudly that the men stop hitting Harry.

Dorian hums in agreement. “You're right. That is his father, and he loves this kid,” He roughly grabs Harry’s curls pulling his head back upwards. Harry groans in pain, which causes Kiara to flinch in Evans arms. “But your father likes money better than his own kid.”

Call me when this shit is over,” Harry’s father grumbles, walking away.

Harry gets hit again, and this time Kiara lets out a loud scream.

“Fuck Evan. Turn her around!” Harry manages to yell

Evan flips Kiara around, and now she is crying into his chest.

“Get off of me! Please!” She yells trying to escape Evans arms.

“You keep that bitch there.” Dorian seethes pointing at Kiar and Evan.

“Kiara, look at me.” Evan pulls her face up to his. “I don’t want you to get hurt. There is nothing we can do right now. You can’t fight them. You are going to make the situation worse. We can help him after. He isn’t going to die.” Evan assures her.

“What do you mean he won’t die!”

Another punch lands on Harry’s gut, causing Kiara to visibly flinch.

“I’m saying Dorian needs him alive. We just have to wait this out and help him when Dorian leaves.”

Kiara watches at first. She watches as one of the men pulls tighter on the rope that has Harry’s hands bound together to make sure he can’t escape, while the other punches him in the face. At first Kiara thought she could hold it together. Originally, she thought that she could handle it. But when Harry looks up at her with a black eye, and blood running down his face, dripping onto her shirt, she turns around and hides her face in Evan’s chest.

The thing is Kiara knows what it is like to lose someone. When she lost her mom she thought that was the most unimaginable pain ever. She thought that the ache in heart, and the memories that she carried with her on her back would be her lowest. But then she lost her mom, and the burden of losing two parents was something that she couldn't handle. She eventually dissociated herself from people, her friends, and didn’t care about anything. There were lots of nights spent at sketchy bars, and even nights spent out on the street.

Not only does she want Harry to stay around, but selfishly she doesn’t want to go back to the lifeless person she used to be. Kiara knows that he can’t leave her or she will become the exact person she used to be. And it sounds absolutely insane because they only just met, but now she knows that she is undeniably in love.

Once Dorian is satisfied with the beating Harry received, he holds his hand up to signal his men to let off.

“Don’t fuck with my money Styles. Or you will have hell to pay.”

Evan is still holding Kiara closely. They both stay completely still and listen to Dorian’s footsteps while Harry is heavily breathing in the background. Once they can’t hear the steps anymore Evan speaks up.

“Okay. Untie his hands and help me get him up on the table.”

Kiara's shaky legs bring her to the back of the chair where Harry’s hands are tied together by a thin piece of rope. Her fingers fumble a bit, due to anxiety but she eventually undoes the knot, and Evan throws Harry over his shoulder with a grunt.

Kiara quickly follows Evan to the dining room table where he rests Harry’s limp body open. He unbuttons Harry’s shirt only to see the bruised marks all over his chest and abdomen.

“Fuck its worse than I thought. Stay here, please. Talk to him. Keep him awake I need to get a medical kit from my car.”

Kiara isn’t even given the chance to respond because Harry grabs onto Evan’s wrist before he could walk away.

“You ne- need,” Harry coughs. “You will not fucking touch me until you call Trina to get her,” He voice comes out raspy and dry.

“Harry dammit! I don't have time to do all that you are hurt!”

“You will do it or so god help me, I will get off this table and walk away. She has seen enough.”

Evan frowns at Harry. He knows there are certain parts of himself he doesn’t like to reveal to people, and this side of him is one of them. He doesn’t want people to know that he is hurt, because he is going to have to ask for help which will cause people to be dragged into his bullshit.

Harry doesn’t want anyone to fight his battles for him

Harry is stubborn and he just might actually lift himself off the table and try to stitch himself up if Evan doesn’t follow his commands.

“Alright,” Evan agrees. “I will call Trina. But you have to let me help you okay? I don’t want your wounds to get infected.”

Harry nods, but groans in pain as soon as he moves his head.

“Watch him. Make sure he doesn’t move.”

“Okay.” Kiara watches Evan walk out the door before she steps closer to Harry, putting both her hands on his cheeks. She quickly lets her eyes roam up and down Harry’s face, frantically accessing the damage.

“Please tell me you are going to be okay?”

“I will be okay Kiara. I just need you to get home safe okay? Trina will come and get you.”

“I can’t leave you,” Kiara sternly tells him, shaking her head. “Not like this.”

“You can and you will,” Harry croaks. “You don’t have a choice. You have already seen too much.”

“What? Why? I can help you get better. Please let me atleast help me. Tell me what's going on? Why did Dorian hurt you? Why is he talking about money? I want to help.”

Harry brings his hand up to cradle Kiara’s face. “I know you want to help sweet girl. But I don’t want you to see this. I can’t let you see me like this-

“I can handle it-”

“I know you can,” Harry cuts her off. “You're strong. But, I can’t risk you getting hurt if Dorian comes back here.”

“But I feel safer with you.”

Harry shuts his eyes tight to keep the tears from escaping. Kiara gently lays herself on his chest and Harry slightly closes his eyes.

“You feel safe with me?” He mumbles under his breath.

Kiara picks her head up to look at him. “So safe. I promise that. I just can’t explain it. And I know we haven’t known each other for long, but you are right. I do get that heart racing feeling when you touch me, and my heart does drop when I see you and I think that is love.” Kiara pauses at her confession. “I’m sorry. Your hurt, and now I’m rambling god I’m so fucking stupid-

Harry cuts her off with a kiss. Kiara is caught off guard at first, but lets her mouth relax into Harry’s. His hand floats to her hip and Kiara places a hand accidently on Harry’s bruised chest causing him to hiss in pain.

“Shit,” Kiara whispers breathlessly. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Harry’s forehead is leaned on Kiara’s “It's okay. I’m glad you told me this. I feel the same way.”

“Good.”

“Good.” Harry smiles. “I still want you to go with Trina. I don't want you to get caught in the crossfire with Dorian if he comes back.”

“Please don’t make me leave you.”

“Only for a little bit love.”

“When can I see you again?”

Harry bites his bottom lip. At the end of the day, all he wants to do is keep the people in his life safe. So far, he has done a fucking good job with that. He can make sure Evan and his family doesn’t get hurt. He can definitely make sure his Dad stays safe no matter how much of a dick he can be. However, can he really ensure Kiara’s safety?

“I don't know,” Harry answers truthfully.

“Can you at least explain to me what's going on?”

“I can’t”

“Why not?”

Harry is about to come up with some bullshit answer, but he sees Evan walk through his front door with Trina and James following slowly behind his brother.

“Dammit,” James mumbles to himself. “Get her out of here,” He tells Trina.

Trina slowly walks towards her friend. She can tell Kiara is a little shaken up no matter how much of a facade she puts on.

“Kiara. We should go.”

“I’m not leaving! I’m not leaving him like this. Are you out of your mind!”

“Kiara!” Harry sternly barks, grabbing her hand. “You have to go. I’m not giving you a choice in the matter.”

“You don’t get to decide that for me!”

“Yes I fucking do.”

That sets of fumes behind Kiara’s eyes and Trina see’s it clear as day. Kiara doesn’t like being told what to do. Especially if it’s from a man.

“Kiara he is right,” Trina softly says touching his shoulder. “The best you can do for him is leave because that's what is going to keep you safe.”

“Fine. But don’t fucking die on me.”

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“So are you going to tell me anything?” Kiara says calmly, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. She takes a seat at her mahogany wood dining table and opens the bottle to take a sip.

The car ride home was completely silent. Trina knew it was best to give Kiara some time to cool off and to let her process what had just happened.

However, Kiara didn’t know how to process what happened. She already cried, got angry, and cried some more. What emotion was she supposed to feel watching the guy she was falling for get beat to a pulp.

“I don’t really know what I can and can’t tell you.”

“Okay I ask questions and you answer. Why the fuck did that dude from the club just show up and beat the shit out of Harry? No better yet, why did Harry’s Dad just walk away? Why did I have to leave? Also why did James come with you-.”

“Woah slow down. I’m not really sure what Dorian’s reasoning was. It could be a lot of things. As for Julian, he has a rocky relationship with his son to say the least. And like I told you before, James and Harry work together.”

“What is it that they do for work?”

“See, now you are asking too many questions.”

“Trina!” Kiara snaps slamming her water bottle on the counter. “You wanted me to get with Harry so badly, but as my friend you can’t let me walk into this blindly. What am I getting into here?”

“I know. I know. Trust me I want to tell you everything. I do, but I shouldn’t be the one to tell you. I couldn’t even tell you if I wanted to. The full story is so long, and I don’t want to mess anything up. I want you to know the truth and the whole truth about Harry okay? But only if he himself is willing to tell you.”

Kiara bites the inside of her cheek and closes her eyes. It has only been a little over twenty four hours, but she feels like today has been a lifetime.

“How about we go to his job tomorrow.” Kiara suggests.

“What? Harry isn’t really keen on unexpected visitors. Besides, don't you want time to process? That was a lot that happened tonight Kiara. Even I was a bit shaken up.”

“No, no. I’m fine. What I want is an explanation. I deserve that, right? And if he can’t give it to me then we shouldn’t be together.”

“Oh Kiara. Maybe rest on it? Harry wouldn’t keep things from you just to spite you.”

“It doesn’t matter the reasoning!” Kiara jumps from her seat and the dining table and starts pacing around. “I want to know what I’m getting into. I think he owes me that.”

“Okay. We can go to the club tomorrow. But I think you really need to rest-”

“I’m not going to have to watch him die right?” Kiara says out of nowhere. “B-b-because. I think I really like him Trina. And I can’t watch another person fall out of my life like that. Not like m-my Dad.”

With one choke of a tear, Kiara completely breaks down. Her head falls into her hands as she sobbs. She thought she was doing a good job of holding it together. But the possibility ran through her mind of Harry dying, and she can’t handle that.

The idea of watching the guy she just met fizz out of her life is heart wrenching.

Kiara abruptly stands up, grabs on to the edge of the table and lets out an alarming yelping noise. She hunches over and pukes her breakfast out all over the kitchen floor.

“Oh my god Kiara.” Trina runs towards her friend, Gathering her curls into a makeshift ponytail. “It's alright. This will make you feel better.”

Kiara slowly picks herself up and leans her back against the table, wiping her mouth.

“Can you stay here? I think I don’t want to be alone tonight.” Kiara wipes a tear from her eye.

“Yeah. Of course I can. I just need to get my pregnancy pillow.”

Kiara laughs. “Your bump is getting bigger.”

“I know,” Trina beams. “James pointed that out yesterday. I’m excited to show my mom and Dad. I think I will invite them over soon. She wants to be here when the baby is born.”

“Are you craving some of that lasagna I usually make? We have a girls night?”

“Yeah but after you shower. You stink. Plus, I need to clean your puke.”

The night ended with Trina stuffing her face with lasagna and Clueless playing in the background. Kiara was still a little bit shaken up, but Trina knew that she would come around with time. Kiara picked at her food but didn't actually eat it and she couldn’t watch the movie. Eventually Trina fell asleep halfway through the film and Kiara found herself thinking more and more about Harry. She just wanted to know if he was okay.

No I shouldn’t do it. Kiara thinks to herself, eyeing her phone on her coffee table.

But one little text can’t hurt right? It will solve all my worries and maybe then I will be able to sleep.

Kiara: I just want to check in to make sure you are doing okay. Still alive and all that

Not even a minute later Harry responds.

Harry: I’m doing just fine. It's 2am. Please go to bed…. Maniac.

Kiara smiles.

Kiara: Okay. I’m really glad you are okay. I’m still really confused.

Harry: I know. I’m sorry.

+++

Kiara didn’t get any sleep.

While Trina was snoring like a cow, Kiara was racking her brain for all possible reasons why Dorian would want to hurt Harry.

Her first thought was drug dealer, and one thing Kiara knows for sure she is not dating a drug dealer.

Maybe he just has some bad history with the guy.

Whatever it is, she is going to find out today.

“Trina wakes up,” Kiara gently pushes Trina.

Trina rubs her sleepy eyes and pushes herself up with one arm, the other resting on her pregnant belly. “We don’t work today. Why are you waking me up?”

“We are going to see Harry today.” Kiara casually states picking up their leftover tupperware from last night and throwing it into the sink.

“You want to go to the club? It's ten am in the morning.”

“Okay, but Harry will be there right?” Kiara says washing the dishes.

“Yes, but this might not be the best idea you have had.”

Kiara drops the dishes in her hand and turns to face her friend who is on the couch. “Don’t I deserve to know?” Kiara hastily walks over to Trina. “I mean we practically said I love you!”

“Wait what? You two said you loved each other.”

“Yes!” Kiara yells out, dragging her hands on her face. “I mean we practically did! I was high, but he was talking about going on vacation, and he said he thinks he is falling in love! And I think I am too Trina.”

“Damn. That was fast.” Trina pushes herself off the couch. “Fine we can go visit you boyfriend, but at least let me shower.”

“It's gonna be okay you know,” Trina says to Kiara as she nervously picks at her nails during the car ride.”

“I know. I just really like Trina, and I don’t want anything to ruin what we have right now.”

“Hey. Everything is going to be fine okay? I wouldn’t put you in a situation that was dangerous.”

“Honestly, I’m more worried about him than I am about me.”

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The club looks much different in the daytime.

The first thing Kiara notices is that there are lots of people here, but none of them look like dancers or patrons of the club.

The lights are turned on and the chandlers shine bright on the empty chairs and reflect off of the marble countertop.

“Babe,” James walks toward them and the first thing Kiara see’s is the gun in his left hand. “You didn’t tell me you were stopping by for lunch today. It’s a bit busy-”

He cuts his sentence short when he realizes Kiara is standing right next to his girlfriend. “Oh, You brought a friend.”

“Why do you have a gun?” Kiara deadpans.

“Uhhh for protection?”

“What do you need protection from?”

“You ask a lot of questions.” James arches his eyebrow.

“What can I say? I'm a curious girl.”

“Okay!” Trina interrupts pressing her hands on James' chest forcing him to back away from Kiara. “Don’t worry she isn’t freaking out. We live in Brooklyn. This isn’t the first gun we have seen.”

“Trina. Why did you bring her here,” James grits in her ear.

She levels herself on her tiptoes to get on James height. “She wants to talk to Harry. And I know my best friend. Once she puts her mind to something I can’t stop her. I think this will be good for them.”

Kiara stands there awkwardly trying to decipher what James and Trina are saying.

“Fine,” James exclaims outwardly. “Look, I will take you to his office. But I can’t promise you he will be happy to see you here.”

Happy to see her? Kiara thinks back to all the moments they have shared together. All the intimate moments? She doesn’t expect him to be happy to see her, but she definitely doesn’t expect him to be mad, especially when he pretty much confessed his love for her.

James takes them down a dark hall and opens to large doors. Kiara notices Harry who has his head buried in his hands. A few papers at his desk below him.

Harry notices Kiara standing in the doorway. His Dad is talking, but he isn’t paying any attention. His focus is completely on Kiara.

The first thing she notices is his black eye. A few cuts on his face, and burn marks on his wrist from the rope.

“What is she doing here?” Harry stands up pushing his chair backwards.

“No. You don't get to act all surprised,” Kiara stomps over to Harry. “You slept with me! You basically confessed your love for me, made me fall in love with you, then I watched you get beat up-.”

“Okay.”

“I also threw up last night, because the thought of you dying-”

“Kiara,” Harry says again, lowly looking across the room realizing there are more people watching them.

“You can’t leave me!”

Harry grabs Kiara’s hands, intertwining their fingers together. “Look at me. Hey love, look at me. I’m alive alright. My heart is beating, I’m fine. Just a few scratches is all.”

When a few muffled cries escape from Kiara's lips, Harry's face softens.

“Out.” Harry commands. “Everyone out.”

James is the first to leave with Trina following slowly behind him. Julian looks up at his son giving him a warning look before waking off.

“C’mon. Let's get you to take a seat.” Harry gives Kiara hand a little tug, and gestures for her to sit on top of his desk.

He fits himself in between Kiara’s legs. “Hey,” He pulls her chin up with a finger, “I’m alive.”

“I know you are,” Kiara wipes a tear off with the back of her hand. “You can’t do that again.You fucking scared me.”

“I know. I know, but I’m here now and I’m willing to explain everything.”

“You are?”

“Yes because, I don’t want to lose you either.”

Kiara nods her head.

Harry closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before speaking. “The club isn’t just a club. I-, we push drugs here.”

“Oh,” Kiara states calmly. “Why?” “Because my family has been a part of a mafia for generations called Cosoleto.”

“Isn’t that italian?” Kiara questions.

“Yes it is. That's where it started. All the clubs we own in Italy, France, Spain, and some places in America do function as clubs but also function to do underground trades, mostly drugs.”

“Do you kill people?”

“What,” Harry says, taken off guard. “No. I mean not often. I try to avoid that.”

“Oh? Is your family italian? You have a British accent.”

Harry laughs. “Asking the important questions, aren't we?”

“Don’t make jokes!~” Kiara says, hitting Harry’s shoulder. “I’m supposed to be mad at you.”

“I was raised in London. My Dad's side of the family is Italian. My Fathers parents are from Cosoleto. My Dad and Mom chose to raise my brother and I in London.”

“And how did you get in this mess in the first place?”

“My Dad wanted to retire. Really, it was between me and my brother to take over. My brother had just got into Med school, and was also engaged. I had finished my Undergrad at Columbia and didn’t really know where to go from there. It just seemed like my only option.”

“And what about Dorian?”

“That is a bit more complicated. My Dad and Dorian were friends once. Dorian was sort of like an investor. He lent my Dad a lot of money and would get a profit in return. However, my Dad started stealing money from him. A lot of it.”

“How much.”

“Over 100 million.”

“Jesus christ,” Kiara whispers under her breath.

“I’m working to pay off my Dad's debts. It's hard to do without drawing too much attention to us. So it needs to be done methodically so know one gets into any legal trouble.”

“Why did your Dad steal from his friend?”

“He is greedy Kiara,” Harry admits. “It was never enough money for him.”

“This is a lot.” Kiara states.

“I know. I didn’t want to spring this on you all at once,” Harry nervously taps his foot on the floor. “Does this not freak you out?”

“Kind of.”

“Okay.” Harry says awkwardly.

“Okay.”

Quiet.

“Where does this leave us?” Harry asks.

“Why not where we originally started? Two people falling in love.”

“I think it's going to be more complicated than Kiara. I just told you I’m apart of the mafia”

“Why does it have to be complicated?”

“Kiara are you crazy?” Harry squeezes her hand tighter. “This is not some joke.”

“I know it’s not. But now I’m falling in love with you, so you can’t just kick me out of your life.”

“I’m falling in love with you too, and that is what scares me about all of this,” Harry confesses.

“Okay so why can’t we just be people falling in love.”

“Because I’m running an underground Mafia in New York City.”

“I think it’s kinda hot,” Kiara smirks, dragging her foot up in Harry’s thigh.

Harry grabs her face. “Are you on drugs?”

“No I’m not on drugs!” Kiara swats his hand away. “I just think it would be stupid for us to through what we have away!”

“Fine. If we are going to do this you can’t just show up here unexpectedly. I don’t want you around all this shit, okay? I want to be in a relationship with you but I couldn’t live with myself if I put you in harm's way.”

Kiara's cheeks grow warm. “Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?”

“O- only- if you want to,” Harry stutters.

Kiara wraps her legs around Harry’s torso, pulling him close to her. He stumbles over his feet, but crashes into her lips, and he feels his heart skip a few beats just like when he first met her at the cafe.

“Does that answer your question?” she mumbles against his lips.

“Just shut up and kiss me again.”

Harry kisses, Harry gently wrapping his arms around her so she slowly lays flat on his desk.

“Whatever happened to slow,” Kiara teases.

“Slow jumped out the fifth floor window of my office the moment you strolled in here.”

3 years Later

To Harry, Kiara has never looked so beautiful.

Her curls have grown much longer from when they first met. They reach down to her mid back. She has also gained a bit of weight, but it's happy weight.

Her hips are more full, her stomachs push out just a little bit, and her love handles are slightly accentuated in the yellow sundress she wears. She is also much darker than her usual caramel color, and that's because they just came from their honeymoon in the bahamas.

Kiara has now adjusted to the rock that adorns her finger, and her new role as a wife.

They have had their ups and downs like any couple has. Granted their ups and downs have been very different due to Harry’s past job.

But that's now in the past.

And they both have grown so much. Harry has learned to not hold so much animosity towards his brother, and that it's okay to take life on breath at a time. With Kiara’s help, he has gotten used to cold showers and even loud noises.

Kiara's confidence has only grown with time, and she feels much more comfortable in her skin. She no longer feels like she may not be enough for someone, because she is enough for herself and secondly, her lovely husband and that's truly what matters.

“It feels so good to be home,” Kiara leaves her bags at the door and plops herself down on the couch.

She watches Harry roll in their luggage and she has never been so in love. Compared to when they first met, he looks very relaxed. He is tan from their vacation in the bahamas. Where they stayed at Harry’s Condo on the beach. The two week long vacation consisted of lots of mojitos, tanning to the point where Harry’s baby hair have curled up off his temples, fading in to blonde color, and honeymoon sex.

They couldn’t keep their hands off each other for the entire vacation, and that’s mostly because Kiara had bought a set of new bikinis she pranced around the condo with.

“It's nice to be back isn't it?” Harry sits down next to Kiara on the couch pulling her close to his chest.

“Yes. I missed our home,” Kiara hums against Harry’s chest.

Harry looks around at the bright Chandelier, the newly remodeled kitchen, their backyard which has their german shepherd puppy running around in. And for the first time in his life, he can say he built this. This is something he built for himself. Not to please his Dad, or to compete with his doctor brother.

“How do you feel about a kid?” Harry speaks.

“Excuse me?” Kiara turns her head to look up at her husband.

“A kid,” Harry shrugs. “I know you start your teaching job in a couple of months, but I’m home now. And with James overseeing the clubs… I dunno seems like a perfect time to start a family right?”

“I haven’t really thought about having a kid yet,” Kiara says, testing the waters. “I mean I’m not opposed to the idea, but we just finished our honeymoon and you are now done with the Mafia and with James taking over the clubs I thought maybe it would just be the two of us for a while.”

“No sweetheart, I totally understand,” Harry places a hand on Kiara’s lower back. “I know we talked about this before the wedding but I just wanted to know where you stand now. It's your body and I know you're gonna be the one to carry my child… our child around for nine months and I want you to be ready. But all you have to do is say the word, and I’ll be here.”

Kiara lets out a breath and leans more into Harry’s chest. “Is it selfish that I just want you to be myself? Even if it's just for a little bit.”

“No baby. When I was running the mafia I was...absent for a lot of our relationships. And I want to make up for that. I want to be there for you on your first day as a teacher, your first promotion, your birthdays, and eventually our kid when you decide it's time for that.”

“So for now just me and you, right?” Kiara asks, batting her lashes at Harry.

“Just you and me my love.”

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A Fire Dragon, His Princess and The Not-So-Terrible Party Aftermath: Chapter:5

A Fire Dragon, His Princess and The Not-So-Terrible Party Aftermath

Nalu week 2020 Prompts: Voice, Flirt, Charm & Smile(All implied)

Genres: Romance, Humor, New Adult Fanfiction

Pairing: Nalu/Endlu (Natsu x Lucy & E.n.d. Natsu x Lucy)

Rating: M for language, steamy and mature/adult sexual content (all consensual) in these and future chapters. Reader Discretion is advised.(You've been warned!)

Summary: God knows it was all fun and games at an outdoor guild party until a drinking contest results in a not-so-great time for a certain celestial wizard much to the dismay of a protective dragon slayer and company. Even worse is Lucy's hangover with some kind of mild flu and busted ankle to boot . At least a doting Natsu is more-than-willing to provide his mate plenty of TLC. One of my entries for Nalu week 2020 and part of the Nalu-centric anthology series The Dragon Demon and His Celestial Princess anthology series (slight au/ canon divergent).

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Chapter: 5: Of All The Over-Protective Loved Ones And Nonsensical Health Remedies

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"Friends are the family you choose".

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"Seriously Natsu? Again?! "

Lucy's exasperated voice echoed through the stairwell of the couple's duplex after returning home from a trip to the local physician's appointment and some errands. Can't believe we're having this conversation again. Little did the other nearby tenants and neighbors know that this wasn't the first time that the two disagreed over his sometimes -overprotective nature instincts or the level of " safety precautions" for the sake of his mate's well being.

Bloody Hell ...

"I'm not a porcelain doll, y' know!" The wizard grumbled, arms crossing over her chest. "I mean, really!"

"Mhmmm." Nastu merely hummed in response with a lazy smirk illuminating those sage eyes much to her chagrin.

"Are you even listening to me right now?"

"Course I am , beautiful" came his reply without missing a beat. "But damn." Difficult to miss the hint of a flirtatious purr in the fire wizard's voice or how his eyes swept over his mates form in apprecation that sent her pulse jumping into a frenzy . "Do you know what seeing ya' all flustered like this does to me? I mean you're even more adorable, gorgeous, and irresistible than you already are right now. Kissable too."

"Well, th-thank you" Lucy mumbled, heat rising and pooling in her cheeks. God knows how she couldn't but be a little subconscious over the effect of his natural charms despite being irritated. "But I don't think no's really a good time for flirting."

"Aw who says?" Natsu challenged with a throaty chuckle. Agree to disagree, princess ." Notto mention the gleam of mirth dancing in his eyes or the languidly smooth empathis on one of her beloved nicknames that he knew turned her knees to jellow .

Cocky bastard..

And damn were those supple hands currently settled on the curve of the summoner 's waist distracting in all the best possible ways.

"This couldn't be a more perfect time for flirting…"

One of the dragon slayer's hands was reaching to drag the blonde's locks through his fingertips. and Holy Hell did that blush deepen all thanks to that shit-eating of his and the way he continued to play with her hair .

Fuck ... there he goes again.

"Don't you think,Luce?" He finished, twirling, and tucking a stray tendril behind her ear as if to puncture his point further.

Damn it...

God damn did all those calculated ministrations kickstart the flustered girls heart into overdrive .

Again. So hard to focus right now. He 's that good…

As if that soft gasp tha wasn't t slipped out of her mouth wan't already enough. And pretty clear that noise undetected by Natsu if the way his sage eyes were glittering like coals was any indication.

"Someone' s flustered" His words came out as infuriatingly goading and yet velvety at the same time. " But I know you're into this as much as I am…. and you're falling prey to my charms." Natsu let his thumb lightly graze along the contour of her cheek. "Oh yeah. I can tell. Your heart's racing and everything." Now the fire dragon slayer wizard's forehead was mere inches from Lucy's. All that was needed for for her heart rate to skyrocket for the third time just as he so brazenly pointed out.

"Nastu..." the blonde started only for the words to die in her throat when her breath hitched from Natsu 's lips brushing against hers.

Shit...

"Are...you…trying…to…distract...me?" Was what she finally managed to force out, desperate longing seeping into her breathy tone.

"Me? Never." Natsu denied, the soft vibrations of his smoky timbre against her lips sending a tingle rippling across all those nerves. "Just having a little fun, is all."

"You are?"

"And I succeeded!"

Wait...what!?

Nastu was pulling back ever so slightly from Lucy without so much as a warning. God did that unwelcome disruption not fly so well with the mage who moaned in protest.

That pompous little...

"So that entailed luring your your mate in?" She eventually objected with a sour glare at her pompous -ass-of boyfriend." And then leaving her hanging? Pretty sure that classifies as some kind of entrapment! Just how much of a shameless flirt can you be?!"

"Opps.. guess you're not a happy camper right now," Natsu snickered, flashing her an awfully impish grin as if he were caught red-handed like a delinquent high school student drinking in class. "I mean I'm definitely a 'shameless flirt 'when it comes to you but I'm not going to leave you out to dry like some emotionally or romantically dead-beat loser. Knew exactly what I was doing and can't get over how cute my girl is when she's all flustered. No need to worry though." He gave a sly-yet-rougish wink that nearly left the summoner 'a heart stuttering.

Not that I'm going to tell him that.

"I promise to deliver on that promise of plenty of kisses and affection that we both crave so much. You'll see!"

"I... you ... y-you're such an ass!" Lucy stammered, entire face flushing an deeper shade of crimson. "Did you even hear what I said about... God damn it!"

"You mean about you not being made out porcelain?" Natsu was quick to supply, automatically clueing in. "Yes Luce, I did." His voice was all business now but more patient than cross. "And you're definitely right but that busted ankle of yours might as well be with how fragile it is right now. That's what having a sprained ankle means. A finger pointed down at Lucy 's sandal -clad foot with a tensure bandage .

"And why I need to carry ya'. Either way, you wanna get upstairs, right?"

"Well gee thank you for stating the obvious and what everyone already knows about sprained ankles." Lucy huffed, rolling her eyes. "And of course, I wanna get up upstairs but why is carrying me all the way up and down even necessary? You already gave me a piggyback to the clinic for God's sake! Not to mention pushing me around on a god damn platform cart while we were shopping for medicine and other supplies at the pharmacy without letting me set foot on the ground even once!

"Both were necessary to keep you from falling again." Natsu reasoned, still not budging on the matter; even when in the process of methodically removing the key holder's shoes. "Plus, I love having ya' in my arms and that cart had lots of room for you to comfortably stretch out on. Pretty practical if you ask me."

"More like total overkill!" Lucy tossed back, vein ticking above her eye. "Anyway, I might not be as fast, but can still definitely make my way up and down the stairs with a walking assist! Can't you just let me try at least?!"

"No can do, sweetheart," Natsu rebutted with a shake of his head. Good lord it was astounding how this extremely persistent man was able to unwittingly shoot down all of her ambitions for any kind of semi-independent mobility. and yet be so damn patient and even-tempered at the same time. "Can't risk you missing a step and taking another tumble down these stairs."

"Ugh...Oh My God- you're unbelievable!" Lucy couldn't help but yell; throwing her hands up in ggravation. which was met with an infuriating laugh of amusement from a certain pyro .

"The most unbelievable of them all.! Now quit complainin' relax and enjoy the ride up to our apartment!"

"Natsuuuu!"

Such a debate became a common occurrence in the Dragneel-Heartfilia household over the week with neither Natsu or visiting friends— Celestial spirits included- letting Lucy out of their sight or use stairs by herself. The extremely disgruntled mage would often gripe about her "stupid over-protective boyfriend and friends" even though ;despite secretly melting from being in the dragonslayer's arms all the time along with the rest of his "TLC." Not so much with Ezra, however, who'd often insist on personally escorting Lucy up and down the stairs herself ;when it wasn't by Natsu, Happy or anyone else.

My God is that woman overly cautious! It's beyond irritating!

Other than that, one minor pet peeve, Lucy supposed she couldn't really complain too much. Not when she was blessed with spending quality time with the love of her life and phomoneal comrades/friends who were all more than willing to keep her company. Well, okay save for that one time involving a nonsensical squabble about ailment remedies between Natsu and Gray one day.

"I'm telling you— these will help Lucy feel better!" Natsu insisted, dumping a paper bag of what could be described as god-awful-Scotch-covered-eye-sores-with-strings-attached on the counter. "See?" A hand patted the side of the misshapen bundle of items.

Uh...

Lucy meanwhile, couldn't help but steal a furtive glance of disbelief from her coral-haired soulmate; who was currently sniffing the unsightly abominations with an particularly intense focus for some inexplicable reason.

"The hell are ya' doing , charcoal-brains?!" Gray demanded, voice coming out in a mixture of incomprehension and disdain. "And what even are those things?"

"Inspecting these babies for germs," Natsu replied with an eye roll as if the answer was the most obvious in the world. "Duh! What else would I be doing'? Can't have em' infecting Lucy. And they're a supposed to be a special kind of talisman for health and good luck. Even an ice overrated snowcone like you should know that. Basically Scotch-taped covered piles of leaves and Vic patches wrapped in tissue paper. If I hang these around the apartment, then they should do wonders for Luce's health."

"You know by gradually sucking the virus toxins from her body until she's better," he tacked on with an 'exuberant grin. "Or so I heard from Nab, Maco, and Wakaba. Dudes bought entire boxes full for 20 jewel a piece from a pop-up vendor of some merchant in the market. The lady swears by them and everything. Either way, aren't they awesome?! Right, Luce? His head turned towards Lucy. "Bet you'll be better in no time!"

"I ...uh... " The blonde sputtered, still too bewildered for words." I don't…."

"Oh Good God," Erza muttered, smacking a palm against her forehead. "Of all the—-Natsu, I highly doubt those would be effective in treating Lucy's illness."

"Huh? Why wouldn't they be?"

"Well..."

"Oh jeez...How can anyone be this dense?"

Gray was shooting out of his seat at the table with an exasperated noise. "Step aside fire boy, I'll find Lucy something. Her fridge should have some suitable ingredients." A hand pulled opened the door of the fridge before rummaging around inside much to Lucy's confusion Course why a random assortment of food in the form of onions and ginger Along with some lemons were being cleared out was anyone's guess.

"Onions, lemons and ginger" The ice wizard announced, sounding tremendously pleased with himself. "Should be just what the doctor ordered for Lucy. I'm gonna chop these up and boil em' with some cinnamon in a tea for her."

Wha? Is he for real?!

"Wait….I'm sorry you want me to drink what now?"

Lucy 's brain short circuited with an owlish blink at the same time that some revolted noises could be heard from the rest of Team Natsu. More specifically Salamander 's gagging and Erza nearly vomiting in her mouth.

"Well at least Lucy gets it" Gray voiced aloud to no one in particular with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders. "Now to find a knife and boil some water for the tea."

"Yo, you out of your mind, ice-dick?" Natsu demanded, more than a tad incredulous. "It's pretty obvious she doesn't want what you're selling and can't say I blame her." His eyes narrowed in revulsion with a flash of exposed canines poking through his lips. "That kind of 'tea 'sounds disgusting."

Just for Natsu's striking emerald eyes to immediately soften when landing on Lucy.

"Don't worry Luce," He soothed, his voice lifting to a sympathetic coo. "I'll protect ya' from that big meanie and his stupid ".

" Uh Yeah, please do," Lucy beseeched, words trembling slightly. Honest to God that the astral almost shuddered at the prospect of such a horrendous-tasting tea invading her tastebuds. "I don't even want a sip of that stuff."

"And Why would any sane person expect you to? Not me or Ezra. Can't say the same about droopy eyes here." Natsu tossed a pointed glare at Gray which was readily met with a raised middle finger. "You really that hell bent on brewing whatever nasty crap you call tea, buddy? Then be our guest and drink it yourself. But keep it away from Lucy and out of the kitchen. We don't need that shit stinking up the place."

"Tch— shows what you know" came Gray's disparaging scoff by way of a reply. "Pretty sure you wouldn't know a proper health remedy was if it hit you in the face."

Uh-oh ...

Gray's words really seemed to touch a nerve judging by Natsu's offended growl.

"The hell is that supposed to mean, stripper?" He sniped, vein throbbing in his forehead " What? Are ya really looking' to piss me off or somethin'?"

"Yeah, just maybe I am!" Gray countered with salty heat and matching his rival glare for glare. "You want to cry about it? And you heard what I said. God ... no wonder Lucy's still sick what with your clueless ass and all failing to take care of her.."

"You take that back asshole!" Natsu seethed, foaming rabidly at the mouth. Or rather smoke circumventing from his nose and mouth what with him being a fire dragon demon and "literal hothead "and all.

"Make Me—ow!"

The rest of whatever Gray was trying to say was cut off by a flying "talisman" that just struck him point blank in the face.

"Hey!" He snapped, grudgingly rubbing his temple with a hand." The hell was that for, ya damned fire hazard?!"

"What do ya think, dumbass ?" Natsu flung back without missing a beat. "You got some nerve….insultin 'a dragon's pride like that!"

"Yeah? So what?"

"Seriously?! You pretty much implied I don't know how to take care of my own mate!"

"Yes and?"

Uh-oh...

"And it was a total dick move, dingus! That's what! Where's your sense of common decency!?"

"Wasted on incompetent dipshits like you, apparently!"

"What was that, frosty?!"

"You heard me "

"That's it you, walking freezer burn! Them's fighting words!"

"Oh yeah? Bring it flame-bitch!"

"Take this!"

Oh god ….

The next thing anyone knew were that that the bickering rivals were launchimg projectiles—aka "Talismans" at each other much to her dismay.

No...

"No fighting in our kitchen!" Lucy squeaked; cadence raised to a higher pitch. " You could really break something! So stop!" The afflicted girl couldn't help but watch with alarmed eyes when her desperate pleas seemed to fall on deaf ears. Something always gets completely wrecked or destroyed when these two butt heads over anything!

Seriously, who could forget all the destruction those two left in their wake or millions of jewel racked in subsequent, property damage during their last scuffle? Like say the accidental beheading and subsequent toppling of that statue which also happened in Hargeon's beloved town founder for instance? Not to mention the scorched garden of the mayor's prized purple and white orchids. Not Lucy, that's for sure.

I really don't want them breaking anything….

Erza meanwhile. was practically frothing at the mouth from all that pent-up rage in a very-if-not-entirely-proverbial sense of the word.

"Good God—those two!" The re-equip mage ranted, vein pulsing right above her brow. "Always butting heads over one asinine matter or another! The hell is wrong with them anyways? Either way, enough is enough! I really should... no probably best not... Oh screw it!"

Erza was on the other wizards in a flash, banging their heads together with an audible crack. And good lord who could miss the stunned noises of pain that simultaneously cirumented their throats.

"OW!" Natsu and Gray whimpered in unison. "That really hurt ,Erza!"

"Yeah!?" Erza barked . "Well maybe you two dolts should've thought of that before you started acting juvenile and making a mess! I mean take you for instance, Gray! Disrespecting a dragonslayer's pride was a garbage move just as Natsu pointed out! Haven't both Master and UR taught you more sense than that? Oh, and let's not forget you doubting Natsu 's ability to effectively tend to care for Lucy despite doing more than a standup job so far for the most part! No wonder he's offended!"

"Hey, it's not my fault if the dude can't take a joke," Gray grumbled, defensive resentment leaking into his tone. "Or that he has a ridiculously overinflated and fragile ego."

"Neither helpful or okay, Gray!"

"Yeah, so there dickwad!" Natsu cut in with his tongue shooting out for good measure. "See?"

"Oh yeah... you really..."

"Oh no you don't!" Erza whirled on Natsu who shrank under the heat of her glare with another whimper. "And yes, I'm talking about you Natsu Ignatius Dragneel! Don't think for a minute that you're getting out of this scott- free!""

Oh shit ... Erza just used Natsu's full name…. She must mean business.

"What? Me, really?" Nastu spluttered, hands still raised in defense as if fend the intimating scarlet woman off. "What did I even do anyway?"

"Hmm, what did you do?" Erza questioned, rolling her eyes. Oh, and her words were just laced/ dripping/ trickling/ with just the right amount of pointed sarcasm. "Care to take a wild guess? How about those godawful abominations you call talismans for one? Look at them! Anyone can tell these are a sham! I mean really, Natsu! The hell were you thinking?! Normally, you're much better at sussing out onpossible scams and cons. How could you let yourself be duped out of your hard -earned money like that?"

"Aw- come on!" Natsu bleated "Didn't mean to, honest! All I wanted was to help Luce recover more quickly and honestly thought these things would help. That's all! I won't buy any more—swear to God! Just please don't bust my balls, Erza! I need those!

"Calm down. I'm not going to do that. It's easy to tell your intentions were pure regardless which is most important."

"Really? Thank you, you kind, merciful, woman!"

"Yes, yes,.. that's all fine and good," Erza chuckled in amusement with a light shake of her head as a response .

"Now about those talismans. They are a problem. " Erza's voice fell into a more sober tone with a hand cupping her chin in thought. "Word on the street is that Fiore is being targeted by a fraudulent band of thieves and con artists. Popping up in various towns and cities with those "vendors", posing as legitimate shop keepers and merchants —that sort of thing. and from what I've heard , these people are trying pass off bogus goods as authentic souvenirs."

"So, ya think there's some kind of link between those and what I bought?" Natsu quickly caught on matter-of-factly. "As in all that crappy stuff you mentioned ?"

"Yes, precisely that. I'm sure we can all agree that how poor unassuming customers are being ripped off by those criminals just isn't right. Something must be done."

"Okay—like what?"

"Helping folks of Magnolia getting their money back for one —yours included. And there's also the matter of filing a report with the magic reinforcement unit and other authorities . They'd want to be informed of the culprits' criminal activity ASAP. In fact, why don't the two of us go now?"

"What? Ya' mean that you actually want us to leave right now?!"

Natsu visibly balked at Erza's suggestion as if being ordered to watch Ichyia perform a strip tease in nothing but a pair of - sparkly -Leather, assless chaps.

"I.. don't…"

"Yes, I figured that would be the most efficient course of option" Erza reasoned, lifting a questioning brow at his response. "Why? Is there a problem?"

"Uh yeah..., a big one!" Natsu protested with a vigorous nod. " Going now would mean leaving Luce's side" His whole tone shifted into a whine. "Especially when she's still not feeling 100% or if it means being without her in my arms for too long. And right now, looking after Lucy and being able to spend time with her is what's most important. Not to mention what I want the most! Please… just let me take good care of my mate and queen and hold her! That too much ask?"

"No, and your feelings are understandable. That in mind, it would still be unethical to turn a blind eye to petty crimes at the expense of innocent civilians."

"Yeah, of course. But it's just…."

Sheesh… Natsu's being a bit of a drama king right now. I mean I love the guy and its always great having him around for the most part despite the fact that he sometimes gets on nerves. Completely normal for all couples even ones like us but that's besides the point. Anyways, he's being super sweet and everything but there's no need for him to blow a gasket when they would only be gone for a couple hours at most. Plus Erza's right about putting a stop to those jerks and getting those other people compensated. and it's not like I won't be okay without them or by myself a for little bit...

"Hey guys," Lucy finally spoke up after a few minutes, drawing their focus of everyone's eyes back on her. "Not that your efforts and spending time with me aren't appreciated, but pretty sure I'll be fine on my own for a little while if you want to report those people and get your money back." No real heat to her words though.

"Hmm... don't think that's a good idea, "sweetheart." Came Natsu's reply, his timbre pitched soft; though she didn't miss the pleading note in his words. "You're still not in the best shape right now. Like Mavis knows I don't really feel comfortable leaving you alone to fend for yourself right now, y' know? I mean what if ya' end up barfin' with your head over a toilet bowl or falling again?"

Not really that much of an nasty shock to say the least especially seeing how the couple were practically inseparable ever since that hazardous incident at the party.

"Don't be too surprised if Natsu's refuses to leave your side." Levy's kind voice from a recent lacrima video call echoed inside Lucy's head "or even let out of his sight-or sense range for that matter. You remember learning about how dragon slayers, demon's and hybrids are essentially hardwired to be extremely protective and territorial of their bonded, right? Well those already -fierce instincts are get an even bigger boost during certain times... like say when they're in heat . Not to mention when their soulmates are sick, injured or both in your case. In any case, Natsu's no exception especially with how you're one of the people he's been most protective of even before you two were officially an item node as we all know. Anyways, be prepared for him wanting to remain extra close to you and special attention. Think plenty of affection and physical contact like snuggling, kisses, doting on you —things like that which is always a bonus. And pretty sure he is going to hoard you. I mean the dude going isn't gonna take kindly to anyone he feels is trying to steal/snatch you away from him. Gajeels the same way. It's not so bad though."

Levy was right. Not that I'm complaining...

"We really should get going Natsu," Erza chimed in after a few minutes. The sooner these matters are sorted out the better. Either way, it shouldn't take us too long-a few hours tops."

"Yeah, I know..." Natsu replied , an unmistakable flicker of reluctance in his eyes. "But…I still don't want to leave Lucy right now…." Sage fully connected with honey-brown as a hand was reaching to gently caress Lucy's cheek. And Mavis knows she couldn't help but naturally lean into the warmth of his touch or the content smile forming on her lips.

"Pretty sure I made my reasons clear anyway."

"Yes, but…"

"Hey bro," Gray piped in —not unkindly this time."I can easily hold the fort down and keep Lucy company while you guys are out."

"Wow…Really?"

Natsu instantly seemed to perk up.

"Yeah, I'd be more than happy to. Plus, we can summon one of her spirits and Happy to help for a fun but chill time. That way, you can trust that your girl is in capable hands and won't be bored."

"Good point!" Natsu rhapsodized, bumping his fist with Gray's. "Thanks, bro!"

"Yes, I agree" Ezra concurred, an approving smile crossing her lips. "That's very gracious and cordial of you. Way to be a great friend."

"That's what I'm here for and my pleasure, Natsu."

"Guess you're not so bad after all"

"Course' not. I am pretty awesome, after all."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sometimes... So, what about it, Luce?" Natsu went on to inquire, far more chipper now. " You gonna to be okay with Gray and some of the others taking over for a bit while Erza and me are out ?"

"Yeah Lucy, what he said," Gray followed up with a cordial smile of his own. . "You and me can kick it and chill for a little while. Maybe even break into the candy stash and watch movies with everyone."

"Sure!" Lucy chirped, heart leaping in excitement from the prospect of a low-key but fun kickback with splendid company. "And Natsu and Erza can, join when they get back from their errands, right?"

"Yup! Now here," Natsu instructed, pushing a glass of water on the table towards her." "Drink some more of your water. Anyways, Erza and I can bring back some goodies from the local bakery after too,. You good with that ,Erza?" He tossed a hopeful glance the armour- clad wizard's way.

"Sure—sounds good to me!" Erza jumped on board, eyes lighting up with delight. A trip to the bakery would be most excellent. All those delicious confections, yummy treats like gourmet cupcakes and strawberry shortcake. Ooooooh." The scarlet woman's hands clapped together in giddy enthusiasm.. "I can practically taste it now —so divine!"

"Yeah but think about lava- brains though" Gray quipped without missing a beat. "What are the odds he'll devour whatever he doesn't give or share with Lucy?"

"Ohhhh valid point" Erza echoed, lips pulling up into / a smirk. I wouldn't put it past him to cleanin out half of the bakery's front counter. Now why don't we get a friendly little wager started? Is 20 jewel acceptable?"

"Sure. I'm game."

"Ooh... why not make it ...30?" Lucy joined in with a light giggle. "I mean what's to say he won't clean out most of the shops and the other desert shops in town?"

"Hey! Not cool!" Natsu objected, though such sour words were belied by the glimmer of mirth in his shamrock eyes. "Makin' bets about whether or not I'll stockpile deserts and shit! I mean talk about takin' cheap shots at your leader! I am Salamander of Fairytail, damn it! Alpha drake of the dragon nest, and a Mighty and fierce dragonslayer -demon hybrid! I deserve your respect and praise!"

"Oh?" Erza spurred him on, clearly entertained by the salamander's theatrics. " Is that a fact?"

"Damn right it is!"

"And you, Luce!" Natsu bemoaned with extra melodramatic flair. "Even my own precious soulmate is betting against me and egging' the other two on?" Impossible not to notice how Natsu's hand clapped over the heart in a display of feigned offence. "How you' wound me, woman!"

"Opps," Lucy uttered, a teasing lilt to her words. "My bad. Are they really that wrong though?"

"Ooh, you got me there!" Natsu jibed s, lips breaking into a cheek into a cheeky grin agrin that set Lucy 's heart all pit-patter. "Touché and shit."

"Just as I suspected."

"Yeah, I figured!" Natsu laughed, mussing her hair with one hand. "Anyway, how about Erza and me pick up some dumplings on the way home? Maybe a Party pack with plenty for everyone to share? We can get some other things for dinner too— Our treat!"

"Ooh yes please!" Lucy crowed, mouth practically watering from the zesty-flavored-packed dumplings from one of many Magnolia's local fusion joints. "Can some be fried? And be filled with beef? Maybe tandoori chicken and cheese too? And could I have 3 or 4?"

"Yeah, sure." Natsu agreed, goodnaturedly as always. "Whatever you want. You really must be cravin that stuff today, huh?" And God she couldn't help how her heart stuttered at the way her grin morphed into a another kind of smile entirely; More subtle, tremendously fond, even. "Normally I'm the one askin' for all this different kind of food. Good to know that you have great taste and that I'm rubbing off on you more and more each day though."

" Uh, yeah… thanks. Though you don't think it's a bit much?" Lucy questioned, now glancing up at her boyfriend with a smidge of tentativeness. She couldn't help but second-guess her request especially seeing how it was partially driven by voracious craving for carbs. "Cuz I'm wondering if that many dumplings is a tad too many now."

Maybe something healthier would be better...

"What? Are you kidding?" Natsu refuted, bursting into stunned laughter . "Of course it isn't. Why would it be?"

"Well, when you put it that way" Lucy resounded in agreement, the corner of her lips twitching into a sheepish grin over how silly I'm being. "Guess I was overthinking it just a little."

"See?" The dragonslayer pointed out, punctuated by a light tap on the tip of the blonde's nose with his finger. "Now you're getting it! And hey, look at it this way! Whatever my princess and queen wants, she gets."

"Well, who am I argue to with that? Anyways, you guys heading out now?"

"Yeah," Natsu sighed, a touch of reluctance seeping back into his gravelly timbre. "Guess we oughtaa . Really don't like the idea of leaving your side though there are some things to take care of. And besides the sooner we leave, the sooner I can get back to you."

How the summoner's heart gave a little thump at those touching words that reached her ears!

"What you're saying is definitely true" Lucy breathed, finding herself adrift in those arresting eyes of his. Onyx with flecks of jade that always seemed to shine in just the right angle of sunlight on bright days. And did she mention the sensation of Natsu's fingertips brushing her cheek, the tucking a stray lock of blonde hair behind her ear? How it all sent sparks racing through her nerves! "And I can't wait for you to get home so that I can be in your arms again too."

"Mhmm yeah" Natsu hummed in agreement., stroking along the side of her temple now. "I'm definitely looking forward to all that too. Also cuddling with ya' on the couch of course. Should be great! Anyway, make sure to take it easy and stay hydrated, okay? And don't forget Erza and I are one just one call away if you need anything."

"Okay, Thanks Natsu."

"Anytime," he rumbled with that same affectionate smile that always melted her heart . "See you soon, Luce." Lips pressed a light kiss atop the celestial mage's crown with a hand palming the side of her head. God such a rush cozy seeping through her bones and warming her soul to the core.

I truly love him and that'll never change..

"Yeah, likewise.. Hurry back, okay?."

" You know I will."

"That I do".

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A/N: All right that's Chapter: 5 ,folks! Apologies for the delay again! As stated previously, both my beta and I have been busy for different reasons related to differing schedules, life circumstances, responsibilities, appointments, hobbies and a somewhat more active social life among other things (with increasing vaccination rates unless everything goes south again). Not that this has necessarily prevented me from writing or working on my wips but there's also been days where I haven't been feeling well, a case of writers block or there simply just not being enough hours in a day to accomplish everything I want for whichever reason lol. In any case, this chapter is posted now and I'm trying to get back into working on writing projects more often. So that's that at least.

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I totally forgot to send this in but I saw your post again and it reminded me! I'd love to see Vau around Mird's pups if they had a litter and that made me think about seeing Vau around babies. Like maybe someone is like, oh kad threw up on himself and Vau's not busy so he's like oh I got it. Just calmly washes him off and changes his clothes no big deal and everyone else is like omg wtf?? How do you know how to do that??

Walon Vau taking care of Kad

Omg yes! I loved this so much I decided to do a drabble on it.

Notes: If you haven’t read Memories then the ending of this won’t make much sense….

Warnings: baby vomit, Walon Vau doesn’t sleep because *Trauma*, I have never had a child nor dealt with one of this age so I may be wrong about handling one...….but Kad is also highly intelligent for a toddler so some things may seem incorrect but they’re not. Idk, just enjoy this lol

Walon Vau was sitting in the common room, just reading something on his holopad. Mird was asleep on the couch beside him, snoring gently. It was peaceful and very silent for Kyrimourt…..Well it was the middle of the night after all. Reading was his favorite pastime when he couldn’t sleep. Either that or exercising.

He glanced up when he heard sniffling, seeing Kad tottle into the room. He raised his eyebrows.

The poor toddler was covered in vomit and had obviously just woken up. Walon stood up and walked to him slowly, “Poor Ad’ika. Not feeling well?” He spoke softly, the little boy nodding. “Mhmmm….” Kad whined.

Kad sniffed loudly, hugging his stuffed nerf close to his chest. Walon frowned, kneeling in front of the little boy. He held out his arms, “Come ‘ere. Let's get you cleaned up. It’ll make you feel better.”

He rubbed his eyes, hesitating. He glanced at a still sleeping Mird then back to Walon. The very intelligent kid then nodded again before walking into his arms. A smile twitched onto Vau’s lips as he gently picked up Kad.

He felt his forehead with the back of his hand, “Well, you’re not running a fever. That’s good.” He smiled when Kad nodded like he understood every word. The kid was incredibly smart ....so maybe he did. Vau didn’t know. He never spent a lot of time with Kad.

He carried Kad into the freshers to give him a bath. The toddler was staring at him with big brown eyes the whole time. The vibes he had slightly unnerved Walon…….But he was also just a baby so he wasn’t that bad.

Walon undressed Kad as he filled the tub with water. Kad tried to undress himself, apparently he thought he was grown enough. Vau couldn’t help but chuckle at the little scowl he wore when Vau undressed him instead of letting him do it.

First Walon sat the stuffed Nerf beside the sink, in Kad’s line of sight of course. Then he tossed the clothes in the hamper that sat in the corner; then kneeled by the tub, a squirming toddler in his arms. He shook his head slightly and rolled up his sleeves. Kyrimorut was supposed to be temporary….and here he was bathing a child that wasn’t even his own….

Usually he only bathed Mird, so it was different sitting a toddler into the warm water instead of a Strill. Kad splashed around the warm water, clearly already feeling a bit better.

Walon found the toys that Darman and Kal had bought for Kad to play with in the bath. In the same cupboard there were also some clean pajamas and extra soft towels. Poor Kad had bad acid reflux at times, so this clearly happened enough.

He washed all of the mess from Kad’s face and hands. Kad splashed water everywhere, getting it all over Vau’s clothes. He sighed as he washed the toddler, ignoring the water that was now everywhere.

“You’re very messy Ad’ika.” Walon mumbled as he poured a cup of water over the child's head, Kad giggling in glee. He chuckled at that, the child splashing some more.

Once he was finally all clean Vau drained the tub and removed Kad from it, wrapping him up in a towel. “Do you feel better?” Walon questioned while toweling him dry. The little one nodded quickly, a wide smile on his face.

Walon helped change him into fresh clothes and a clean diaper, Kad yawning once he was done. “Sleepy?” Walon asked in a soft voice, the child nodding as he rubbed his eyes with a tiny fist.

He sat Kad on the floor as he wiped down the water that he got everywhere. Once it was all dry he tossed the towels in the hamper. Walon then picked Kad back up, the toddler nuzzling his face into his neck.

He handed Kad his stuffed Nurf before carrying him to where he slept. Vau checked the bed first, apparently he had only gotten the vomit on himself. That made it easier for Walon. He wouldn’t have to look for sheets.

Walon sat Kad in his crib, tucking him in. Kad yawned once again, hugging Walon’s hand. “You’re welcome.” He whispered, pulling away. Kad fell asleep as quickly as most young children do. Once he was asleep Vau turned around.

He was greeted with a half asleep Darman. “What-” Walon cut him off before he was accused of anything. “He threw up on himself and crawled out. I was already awake in the common room when he wandered in looking for you.” Darman crossed his arms, an eyebrow raised.

Walon sighed, “I bathed him and put him back to bed. You’re welcome. You need to get him some medicine for that acid reflux, he seems to be especially bad at night. Poor kid needs his rest.” Darman was speechless.

“I….How….How do you know this?” Walon shrugged and averted his eyes from the Commandos. Darman blinked at that. Vau walked to him and moved around the clone, leaving the room.

“Thank you…” Dar said. Vau nodded, walking back to the common room. Darman checked on Kad, his son sleeping peacefully and not smelling of vomit. “Wow…” Dar chuckled, shaking his head. He couldn’t believe it.

Vau clicked his tongue and patted his thigh once he got back into the common room. Mird looked up and hopped off the couch with a loud high pitched yawn. “Let’s get to bed.” Walon muttered, handing his holopad to Mird so they could carry it.

He walked into his own quarters, Mird right on his heels. He quickly changed out of his damp clothes, his mind flashing with memories of his past. Mird sat the holopad on a nightstand and crawled onto the bed.

Walon sat on the foot of the bed beside Mird, gently scratching its head. “I haven’t done that in years, Mird.” He muttered, his golden eyes staring at the floor, his mind somewhere else.

“It's a lot different without Rose helping me or watching…. And without Stella crying because she can’t bring her favorite stuffy into the bath with her.” He smiled at the memory of his young daughter, the beautiful little girl that was so much like her mother. And perhaps a little bit like her father…..

“I know you miss those girls too.” He rested his head on Mird’s side, the corners of his eyes burning. Mird whined, licking its master's hand.

Sadly the daughter of Walon Vau and Verda Tal Rose was nothing more than a memory now. Luckily, she will never be forgotten.

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cottoncandyjester · 3 years

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Friends with benefits with zeke while being prince’s darling

Warning this contains: cheating, oral, I kept it pretty gender neutral, prince being a jerk, angst near the end

Zeke opened the door flinching and moving out the way as he watched you storm into his apartment, anger clear on your face. “That fucking Asshole! I swear he’s the worst I mean who does he think he is!” You snapped out, going along with zeke as he guided to the kitchen.

“He totally forgot about our anniversary, three years with that jerk!” You kept going not minding as zeke picked you up placing it on the kitchen counter. “Mhmmm..” Zeke said softly as he yanked your pants and underwear down with one harsh pull.

“You wouldn’t believe what he said! He asked for head! Who does that I-I…damn..” you started to trail off as zeke stood on his knees, gripping your thighs as his tongue danced along your sex your hands going straight to his hair gripping it as he gave you oral, tongue plunging into your hole flicking it in ways that made your head spin.

“S-shit, you’re so good at that..h-how are you sooo good~” you purred our as zeke let out a low chuckle, using his fingers to tease you, fingering you with two fingers while he pressed loving kisses along your inner thigh his green eyes locking with yours. “Why do you let him rile you up in ways you hate? You deserve more than that..better than that” he said lowly as he went back to using his tongue curling his fingers while inside of you, watching as you would writhe around in pleasure your sounds of lust growing louder.

“Ngh- z-zeke that’s-” you panted out only to gasp as he started to curl his fingers faster, holding back a smirk as he kissed your lower stomach and up your body til he got to your chest, tongue pressing against your nipples “I know, that’s the spot that makes you wanna scream..so scream, shout..” he looking at you with a sadistic yet lustful gaze.

“Cum.” He said in a demanding tone, fingering you harder and faster until you were arching your back cumming, tightening and clenching around his fingers. Zeke pulled back licking his fingers with a smirk as he watched you and your blissed out expression.

“Why do you stay with him? You could have so much better..” he said softly as he grabbed a rag from the closet, coming back and cleaning you off while you caught your breath his touch being gentle as always. “Cause I love him of course, and when he’s sweet..he’s so sweet, I should head back, maybe he’ll apologize if I tell him” You cooed out making zeke falter for a brief moment before continuing to clean you off.

“Ah, okay..” he mumbled out, now standing up “might wanna take a shower unless you wanna go back home smelling like sweat, you still have some clothes you left from our last hang out..hop to it” he teased before he watched you pull your pants up.

“Thanks zeke! You always know how to destress me” you cooed out as you leaned up giving him a quick kiss on the lips before rushing off leaving the male there. Zeke gripped the rag in his hand, teeth clenched as he fought back his anger..you weren’t his to get upset over. He was just your human dildo to use whenever you needed to get away from prince.

Zeke let out a shaky sigh palming his cock through his sweatpants, face slightly flushed, leaning against the wall as he pulled his cock out, biting the damp rag as he stroked his cock that leaked precum.

“Y-y/n, fuck..” he grunted out as he heard the shower water starting. He wanted nothing more than to walk into that bathroom and fuck you against the wall while you digged your nails into his back, screaming his name as he made sweet yet passionate love to you. The sessions you and zeke had usually only involved zeke’s face between your legs, making you cum over and over. He usually didn’t mind helping you get off and de stress but god did he want to pin you under him while he whispered sweet nothings to you.

Zeke stroked his cock faster, his breathing growing heavy as the thought of you moaning for him filled his head. With his eyes clouding with lust he started to buck his hips now fucking his hand as he tightly closed his eyes your name falling from his lips over and over. “I-I love you, so damn much..” he grunted out hushly.

He wanted more than sex, he wanted you. He wanted to just lay in bed with you and cuddle, kissing your cute face til you got tired of it. He wanted to spoil you in ways that prince could never. Zeke knew everything about you, your favorite color, hobbies,foods hell he was the one who reminds prince that it’s your birthday every single year. Every single gift prince has ever given you was zeke’s suggestion, he deserved the title of your boyfriend not that jerk.

Zeke shuddered as he let out a gasp the rag dripping from his mouth as he tilted his head back, thick spurts of cum spilling onto his hand as a string of Spanish swears escaped his lips, shoulders shaking as he heard his phone ringing in the living room.

Zeke collected himself before he washed his hands, stuffing his cock back into his pants picking up his phone. “Yo?” He called out. “Dude! Why didn’t you remind me it’s my anniversary with y/n?! You know I’m forgetful! Shit, what do you think I should get?” Prince’s panicked tone made zeke sigh, if he was an awful person he would tell prince a gift idea that was awful. Zeke plopped down on the couch, fighting the urge to cry.

“Take them out to their favorite restaurant, spoil them all day yknow? They deserve it..I’ll send you the details to set up a reservation. As for a gift, flowers are always sweet I’ll text you their favorite flowers it’s best to wear their favorite color as well” Zeke said softly as he laid back on the couch.

“Ugh you’re the best zeke! I owe you a drink! Text me the details man, with your help I’ll get laid!” Prince chimed out before hanging up. Zeke let out a shaky sigh covering his eyes with his arm, a soft sniffle escaping him.

“Fuck.”

#yandere imagines #yandere ocs #yandere #Zeke

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crimefightingspiderguy · 3 years

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i remember thinking i had you

Summary: Based on the request sent in by @peter-maximoffsbitch “Hey! I saw your requests were opened and I wanted to ask if you could write a Peter x reader on a lazy Sunday morning? Ya know just some sweet domestic bliss ♡ Thank you!”. I started off doing the domestic bliss/lazy Sunday thing, then I ended up getting carried away because I couldn’t help myself. So this has that sweet domestic bliss side, but it also has a touch of angst and then back to happy bliss.

Warnings: Spoilers for WandaVision

Pairing: Evan Peters!Peter Maximoff/Quicksilver x Reader

Word count: roughly 4,537

A/N: Was I totally listening to August by Taylor Swift while writing this first half? Yes. Yes I was. Also, your powers in this are supposed to be like Rouges, but it was sort of hard for me to describe them without saying her name as an example lol. Also this is my first time writing for Peter Maximoff/Quicksilver, so sorry if it is a little rough in some places. I hope this is what you’re looking for and a little more! Let me know what you think, feedback is always welcome!

Peter woke up laying almost exactly how he’d fallen asleep. His head resting on you, arms tucking behind your back. Only this time, instead of singing a soft melody in his ear as you brushed your fingers through his hair, you sat reading a book. Peter rolled over so he could look up at you,

“Morning.” He said through a yawn.

“Morning.” You smiled down at him, peaking past your book, only briefly. Putting your free hand back into his hair, causing him to melt into your hand and let out a content hum.

“I love it when you do that.”

“Oh, trust me, I know.” You let out a small giggle. He reacted the same way every time you went to touch his hair. A simple sigh of relaxation, a content hum, and a visible relaxation in his body.

“Whatcha reading?” He asked, eyes closed so he could fully appreciate your presence.

“A Tale of Two Cities. It’s for the literature class I’m taking.”

“Is it any good?”

“I think so. It’s pretty interesting, especially considering it’s partially based on real events.”

“Will you read it out loud?” He requests, you nod and pick-up where you left off. He lays patiently while you somewhat stumble your way through the book. It’s written with some older slang terms, making some of it hard for you to read quickly through, but Peter didn’t care. He cared about listening to the fluctuation in your voice telling him how you were reacting to a certain event, cared about your breath going in and out, cared about your steady heartbeat under his head. These were the only moments he could be completely still when awake. When you grounded him, allowing him to take things slow and appreciate every single moment of life. The sun was shining in on your skin, lighting you up in a way that seemed almost angelic. It was pure bliss.

The warm memory of that delicate August morning helped you wake with a smile on your face. The first time you’d genuinely smiled in weeks. It has been too long since you felt the warmth Peter brought to you, too long since you woke to his snoring vibrating through your chest, too long since you got to run your hands through his hair and hear his sigh of content. It’s been about three weeks since he disappeared. No one knows where he is still and how to get in contact with him. The last time you saw him you were sitting out in the front lawn of the school with his head in your lap as he listens to his music through his headphones while you worked on homework. You’d taken a break to stare at a nearby bumble bee landing on a flower. It was calming.

“I’ll be right back” Peter said, getting up with a confused look on his face.

“Where are you going?” You started to ask but was cut off by him zooming away. You shrugged and went back to looking at the bee, he wouldn’t be gone long. You were wrong though; he was gone long. He never came back.

You wiped away the tears forming on the brim of your eyes. You thought you had all the time in the world with Peter. You never thought he would leave you, especially not like this.

“Y/N”

You jumped, scared out of your mind. Sitting up and looking around like a madwoman. It was his voice.

“Peter?” You called out to him. “Jean? Is this some sick prank? Because I can tell you it’s not funny.”

“Y/N help me.” Peter called out to you.

“How? Where are you?” You asked quietly, realizing the voice was definitely not Jean, she could get into your head, but not like this.

“Come to me. I need your help.” Peter’s voice started to fade.

“No… Come back, tell me how to find you!” You start panicking. But just as quickly as the voice came, it was gone. You frustratingly fell back onto your pillow, almost trying to slam yourself into unconsciousness. At least there you would be with Peter. But what was that voice? You ran through the obvious thoughts, ‘I’m going crazy. It couldn’t have been him. Simply me imagining things because I was dreaming about him.’ But something about those excuses didn’t sit right with you. ‘Maybe Peter was reaching out? Maybe he found a way to contact me, like cerebro? Maybe that’s the key!’ You quickly jumped out of bed and ran to the long hallway where the device is kept. Your powers were confusing, in the way that you had no idea what the limit was. You were able to “absorb” other abilities. You wouldn’t take them from them, but you were able to use them if you touched the person and concentrated. At this point you were able to do a lot of the basics that could help you get to Peter. You had Jean’s telepathy, Kurt’s teleportation, Peter’s super speed, and your own strength and skill from training, you could get to him and save him. In your rush, you hadn’t even realized you bumped into Beast.

“Hey kid, what’s the hurry?” He asked you, startled.

“I have to find Peter.” You said, a wild look had over-come you, in your right-out-of-bed look.

He began to question you further, but you just began running. With Peter’s speed, you got there in a matter of seconds. Students weren’t really allowed in this area unless with Charles, but you could care less right now. You were getting Peter back. You broke into the room and quickly put on the helmet, homing in on his voice in your memory. You searched and searched when finally, it became clear again. He was calling out to you again.

“Come on Pete you gotta give me something to work with.” You searched his distant and fuzzy mind for anything that could give you a location. You saw that he was currently talking to a woman named Agnes. You couldn’t hear what she was saying but based on the worry pressing in on you from his mind, you figured it wasn’t too good. “Pete, I need you to look around the room for me. I have to be able to clearly visualize where I’m going.” Through Peter’s eyes you saw the room as he quickly looked away from the woman. It wasn’t much, but it might just be enough. You took cerebro off and clearly visualized Peter, that woman, and the room they were in.

You landed with a cloud of blue hanging in the air. Right in front of you was Peter and the woman you assumed was holding Peter hostage in some way.

“Peter!” You ran to hug him, but he just stumbled backwards.

“Woah there toots. You don’t waste any time, do you?”

“Who are you?” The woman Agnes asked, grabbing your arm.

“My name is Y/N and I’m here to take my boyfriend home, even if it means I have to kill you.”

She began cackling, “Kill me? Honey I’m hundreds of years old. You couldn’t kill me in your dizziest daydreams.” She still held your arm, you began concentrating, seeping her power into your body. Allowing you to feel how powerful she was. But at least now the fight would be even.

“So, what are we gonna do with you? I can’t have you running around telling people who he is. No, I need him to play his part well.”

“What did you do to him? What do you mean play his part?”

“Well, you see honey, I need your little boy toy here to be my eyes and ears.”

“He’s under your control? So, he doesn’t remember me?” Your heart cracked a little at the thought. You didn’t even need her to confirm this, you could see into his mind and see the haze over his memories from home.

“Mhmmm, how about this. I could use you both if we go about this the right way. So, Pietro dear,” Peter’s eyes flickered away from you to her. “Stick to the plan, introduce yourself on the show tonight. And you little lady are going to be the new neighbor in town, introducing yourself tomorrow, so you can keep a watch from a distance, and if Pietro here were to fail, you could swoop in and take over.”

“What am I supposed to be watching for?” You asked.

“I need some information out of his sister Wanda, and you two are going to help me get it, or you’re never going home.”

The next day you woke up in an unfamiliar bed. Looking around, you saw Halloween decorations everywhere, and in your closet a single costume. You were going to dress up as a cowgirl. You rolled your eyes, “how original” you muttered to yourself. While Agnes thought she had put you under the same spell as Peter, she was very wrong. You were able to block her out but played the part of brain-washed zombie well enough she let you and Peter go. You didn’t dare say anything other than a good night to Peter as he went to this Wanda’s house and you went a house over from Agnes’s. You got ready and went down to the first floor of your new home to find a snoring Peter laying sprawled out on your couch. ‘This is it’ You thought, my chance to take him and never look back. But what would stop Agnes from following you? She found Peter once. You knew if you planned on making it out of here, you had to make it through today like she planned. Then you might be able to bargain yours and Peter’s freedom or even just make a break for it. You walked around to the front of the couch and sat cross-legged in front of Peter. You missed him so much, but it seems he’s been unable to even think about you other than the subconscious plea he called to you with. You ran your hand through his hair and saw a small smile tug at the corner of his mouth. He released a soft sigh and you saw his visibly tense shoulders relax.

“You found me” He muttered.

“Peter?” You gasped; does he remember?

“Who else would it be? Jesus?” He laughed at his own joke and you let out a sob that you’d been holding in for way too long. His eyes shot open and before you knew it, he was up and pulling you into his lap on the couch, holding you close. He began drawing shapes on your back, trying to calm you. “Shhh… it’s okay. I’m here now, and I’m not leaving your side until we get out of this hell on earth.” Your shoulders shook with the force of your crying. After a couple minutes, you were able to calm yourself and wipe your eyes dry. “Better?” He asks, pushing your hair back from your face. You nod your head, “Good, because we have a big day ahead of us. Playing along with Agnes’s little game, then getting the hell out of dodge.”

You and Peter headed over to Wanda’s house together. On the way, he caught you up on the things he was supposed to do, pretending to be Wanda’s brother and convincing her to tell him how she created this fake little world. You were holding his hand up to the point of Wanda’s front door. Peter dropped your hand and you felt he warmth slowly seeping out of you again as he turned around and said “showtime” to you.

He rang the doorbell, and it was answered by a small child, probably the age of 10. “Uncle P!”

Peter ran into the house, throwing the boy and the other one nearby over his shoulders. He ran them round and round in circles as they playfully screamed and laughed their heads off.

“Someone better be bleeding or dying.” A woman came down the stairs dressed in a red costume. She stopped when she saw you awkwardly standing in the doorway. You could feel her trying to get inside your head, so you gave her slight access. Enough to see you were new in town and Peter was helping you meet new people after he bumped into you on the street.

“And who is this?” Wanda referenced you, as if she didn’t know.

“Oh, this lovely lady here is Y/N. I met her on my way to your house this morning and she’s new, so I thought why not introduce her to some neighbors.” Peter said as he put the boys down and zoomed next to you, putting a hand on your back to slightly push you forward to greet Wanda.

You felt a blush rise to your cheeks at the ‘lovely lady’ comment, ‘good, she’ll believe our story of being strangers’ you thought in the back of your mind, somewhere you weren’t letting her gain access to. You held you hand out to her and she took it with slight hesitation, but when you showed her you meant no harm, she relaxed slightly. In that brief moment though, you were able to gain even the slightest access to her powers, and you took the oppourtunity.

“Wanda” She told you.

“It’s nice to meet you Wanda. I just live two houses down actually, so we were bound to bump into each other at some point.” You let out a small innocent giggle, “But Pietro here was just bursting with energy at the chance of bringing me to meet you.” Wanda gave a smile to Peter and quickly noticed his hand still resting on your back. You could see in her mind that she was picking up the idea that Peter thought you were cute and wanted to impress you.

“Why don’t you join us for trick-or-treating tonight? You could meet more people around town, and by the looks of it you’re already dressed for the occasion.” She waved at your cowgirl get-up.

“Yeah, I was hoping I wouldn’t be the only one dressing up all day. Love that costume by the way, so cute on you!” You complemented her.

“What are you supposed to be mom?” One of the boys asked,

“Old red riding hood?” The other one seemed to finish the thought.

Peter snickered, “I’m actually a Sakovian fortune teller.” She said forming an invisible crystal ball with her hands.

“That’s so cool!” One of the boys said at the same time that Peter seemed to say “Lame”, the boy quickly fixing his previous statement, and copying the “lame”.

“It’s worse than the costumes mom made for us the year we got typhus.” Then the strangest thing happened. It was a flashback, that all of you could see, playing in your head. Peter did mention that we were on some sort of TV show Wanda created, so maybe it was supposed to be a character flash back?

“That’s not exactly how I remember it.”

“You probably suppressed a lot of the trauma”

Just then the boys grabbed your hands and pulled you away from Peter and Wanda.

“Wanna see our new game?” They asked, even though their determined pulling you away was more like “Come see our new game, now.” But, of all the people you’ve met so far, these two boys had the purest minds. They weren’t clouded by anything or anyone, they weren’t being controlled, so you knew their question wasn’t scripted or forced, just them being kids.

They pulled you to sit down on the ground with them on either side as they showed you how to play with them. You kept an eye on Peter’s mind, and you saw that he was smiling at you and the boys. Wanda’s mind was slightly louder than the clouded Peter, and she was now looking between you and Peter curiously. You looked a little bit deeper into her mind and realized she was suspicious of Peter. He didn’t look like her actual brother, or even act like him. But she was starting to put that aside, since he had given her no real reason to not trust him yet. She was now fascinated though, with his reaction to you. She could tell he acted different when he turned his attention to you.

You quickly left Wanda’s mind, sensing that she was starting to feel someone in her head. Peter zoomed over to you, sitting on the coffee table, resting his legs on either side of your torso. He wrapped his arms around you and helped you play the game by putting his hands over yours.

“Hey! No cheating Uncle P!” The boy who introduced himself as Billy said.

“It’s not cheating, just teaching!” He put his hands up in self-defense. But quickly replaced them over yours to help you get ahead of the boys again.

Just then, you heard someone else come down the stairs. You heard his conversation with Wanda, and gathered he was her husband and the twins’ father. Wanda told him about you being new in town, and you saw in her mind her leaning closer to his ear and saying, “I think Pietro has a crush on her.” And pulling back from him with a smirk on her face. The man named Vision gave a soft “ahh” and nodded in understanding. As soon as Peter had rushed behind you, he was gone.

“Sweet costume bro-ham-in-law. Let me guess, traffic light? Half-shucked corn? A booger!”

“Yes…” Vision said, clearly over Peter, but you couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

Peter pumped his fist in the air and came back behind you and continued to help you play the game, but that was after he handed all three of you sodas and showed them how to shotgun it. “One, two, three, go!” Peter exclaimed as you all tried to down it as fast as you could. You actually finished first and turned around to smash the can into Peter’s head. You were able to do it fairly easy, and you heard the thought run through Wanda’s mind, ‘Wow, she’s pretty strong… I wonder… No. I would see it in her head’. You turned back around making sure to go at a normal speed. The last thing you needed was for her to find out you were a mutant and hiding something from her.

Later on in the day, you, Wanda, Peter, Tommy and Billy began walking through the streets, on the hunt for candy. Peter was running around with the boys, leaving you and Wanda alone to talk. It was then that you felt the presence of Agnes in your mind. You made sure to keep the conversation light, to not make Wanda suspicious, but to maybe hint towards the information you needed.

“So, what made you come to Westview?” Wanda asked.

“I started thinking about moving about a month ago, this was close to the city, but not too close, and it had some good property up for sale. So, I took a leap of faith and ended up here.” You smiled at her, “What about you? How long have you been here?”

“Oh, not long, just came here to start a family and live sort of mundane suburban lives you always hear are so great and perfect.” She laughed lightly to herself.

“How’d you meet Vision?” You could feel Agnes approving of your questions in your head, encouraging you to go on.

“Oh, ummm… We were friends before we got together, so I’ve known him for a while.” Agnes was getting frustrated at how vague Wanda’s answers were. “Pietro seems to have his eye on you.” Wanda pointed out Peter standing behind the kids as they were grabbing candy from a couple, watching you and Wanda closely.

“Quite literally” You chuckled.

“I’ve never seen him act the way he does with you. You… slow him down. Not in a bad way of course, but you can tell from the way he’s been acting around you, it’s like he’s scared to let you go. Like you’ll disappear. Are you sure you just met this morning?”

“Yeah, but he did talk a million miles an hour before he brought me over to your house, so I feel like I got his whole life story” You laughed, feeling Wanda’s suspiciousness suppressing for the time being.

You took over walking with the boys for a bit while Peter tried taking a shot at getting some information out of Wanda.

“You’re very confusing.” Billy said to you.

“Why’s that?” You asked, looking down to the boy staring at you confused.

“You have a bunch of different voices in your head.”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise, “You can read minds like your mom?”. Great one more person you had to block your thoughts from.

Billy nodded his head in hesitation, “I think, I’m not sure. It didn’t start until just now. It’s like all of the sudden I can hear everything and it’s a lot. It kind of hurts.”

“Here, let me show you a trick” You got down to his eye level and said, “close your eyes, take a deep breath in, then out. Focus on the sound of one voice, my voice. I know you said I have a couple but pick the loudest one and stick with it. Follow it like a string. Open your eyes.” Billy did as you said, “Better?” He nodded and smiled.

“How did you know how to do that?”

“Well between you and me, I have a few tricks up my sleeve too.” You put a shushing finger over your mouth and then cut your thoughts off from him.

“I can’t hear you anymore.”

“I know, because I’m not letting you. If you want to focus on someone else you can, if it helps. Or the voice you focus on is your own. Tune the others out and just think about your own thoughts. It can be hard when you have loud thoughts around you, like your Uncle P. His thoughts are the loudest in the area. But after some practice, you’ll be a pro just like your mom.”

Billy smiled up at you as he realized just how loud Peters thoughts actually were.

The trick-or-treating was going by pretty quick especially with Peter eventually taking over permanently and zooming around the town with the boys. You were walking with Wanda again.

“I heard you helped Billy.” Wanda said to you, “How did you know how to control the mind reading?”

“Oh, just a trick I picked up from a friend of mine.”

Wanda narrowed her eyes at you a little, “You’re lying. You’re blocking me out and hiding something. I can feel it.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Really. I have a friend who can read minds and she told me how she controls it and how she focuses.”

“Then why are you shutting me out?”

“Because I don’t like people being in my head. I’ve got too much going on as it is.”

“Who are you?” Wanda stopped you and held you still with her magic.

“My name is Y/N and I’m new in town. I can promise you, I mean you and your family no harm.”

“Then show me your mind. Completely.”

You sighed and let Wanda in your mind. She saw everything, from when you got here, to your life back with the XMen, your life with Peter. The only thing she didn’t get access to were your memories of Agnes. You assumed Agnes herself put a lock and key on them in case this exact thing happened.

“So, you’re here for Pietro or Peter as you call him. I knew there was something off about you two.”

“Please, we will leave with no fuss. Just let me take him home.” You pleaded with her.

“Fine, but I doubt your teleporting power will work to get you out of here. It’s not strong enough.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be able to get out. I also possess some of your magic. The exact type of magic that will let me and Peter through safely.”

“Leave.” Wanda gave you a threatening stare, not too happy with the idea of your magic matching hers. You used Peter’s superspeed to get to him as quick as you could.

“Hey Pietro, can I interest you in a late-night stroll through the park?” You asked him, trying to stay casual.

“Why of course m’lady.” Peter stuck his elbow out for you to grab. “Why don’t you two demons catch up with your mom.”

“Ahhh, really?” Tommy whined.

“Hey, stay cool. When a pretty lady wants to take you somewhere, you follow suit.” He winked at them.

“Dad?” Billy randomly burst out in a confused tone, “Dad!” He started to panic.

“What’s wrong Billy, what do you see?” You asked him.

“I can’t tell, he’s too far away.” By now Wanda had made her way over to her freaking out child.

“Focus. Follow the string. Follow his voice.” You told him

“He’s hurt. There are a bunch of soldiers around him.”

Wanda tensed up and her eyes started glowing red.

“Relax sis, it’s not like your dead husband could die twice.” Peter said, trying to diffuse the situation, only it did the exact opposite. Wanda whipped around and shot a red blast his way.

“I said leave!” She yelled at you. You nodded your head and zoomed over to where Peter landed. He was unconscious, but you pulled him in your arms and using the combined magic of Wanda and Agnes, and your teleportation, you thought of home and pulled the two of you out of there. You were worried at first that Agnes might try to stop you since you weren’t successful in your mission to get information out of Wanda, but she didn’t stop you. You assumed it was because Wanda knew you two were not who you said you were, so you wouldn’t be helpful anyways.

You woke up lying in your own bed at home again. For the first time, in a long time, Peter was lying next to you. He was awake already and was watching you carefully.

“How are you feeling?” He asked as he push your hair off your forehead.

“Better now that we’re home. How did I get in bed?” You specifically remember teleporting you and Peter to Charles’ office so you could tell him what happened.

“When we got back you collapsed from the effort. Charles said your mind was awake, but tired and you used too much magic and power for what you’re used to. I was so scared you killed yourself.”

You shook your head, trying to remember anything after you left Westview, but you just couldn’t, “How long have I been out?”

“About two days. I’ve been so restless, just waiting for you to open your eyes. Poor Jean, I kept finding her to read your mind and make sure you hadn’t died. You were scary still.”

“Well, I’m awake now, and you’re home with me. That’s all that matters.” You pulled his head onto your chest and started to play with his hair. He hummed in content and relaxed into your body.

“I know I just slept for two days, but do you mind if we just stay in today?” You asked him.

“We can do whatever you want.” You could feel a smile forming on his face, against your skin.

“What I want to do first though, is pee.” You rushed to the bathroom, letting Peter’s face flop into the bed as you shut the door behind you. You heard him laughing. It was so good to hear his laugh again. To feel his warmth linger on your skin, and knowing when you returned he would still be there. That’s all you’ve wanted for the past three weeks.

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Y/n: Look I understand that she's evil, I really do but ...

Natasha: But nothing

Wanda: No wait, I want to hear what she's going to say

Y/n: But don't you think Agnes, Agatha, or whatever you like to call her is kind of hot?

Natasha: Y/N! SHE LITERALLY ALMOST KILLED WANDA

Wanda: Well hold on now Nat she's not necessarily wrong

Natasha: SHE LITERALLY TRIED TO STEAL YOUR POWERS

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Y/n forgets a very important detail about Natasha but luckily Yelena has no problem reminding her

Y/n: So I was personally thinking that it would be great if you carried the baby because then you'd have to be home instead of on dangerous missions and I could be at work

Nat: Mhmmm

Y/n: And then there's the added bonus of our little cutie looking just like you

Yelena: Does she not know?

Nat: She might've forgotten

Y/n looking concerned: What did I forget?

Nat: Sweetheart I would love to carry our baby but-

Yelena: She has no reproductive organs

Nat: YELENA

Yelena: What? You were taking too long. You need to rip it off like band-aid, not peel off like rotting banana

Nat: I was getting there

Yelena: Too slow

Y/n feeling like an idiot: I'm so sorry I forgot. How could I even forget something like that? You literally don't have ovaries, I'm such an asshole

Nat: Hey no it's fine you. I mean you're down there all the time and when you're in it, it's easy to forget.

Yelena: That is disgusting. I did not need to hear that.

Y/n: I mean I could always carry the baby

Nat: Or we could get a surrogate

Yelena: I'll do it, I will carry your guys baby

Nat and Y/n: Absolutely not

Yelena: Why not?

Y/n: Mostly because you don't have reproductive organs either

Yelena: Oh right, it is totally easy to forget

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Y/n: Natasha is your sister perhaps limped wristed?

Natasha: No I'd say her wrists are pretty strong. I mean a punch from her would break your jaw before it broke her wrist

Y/n: No... I mean does she cuff her jeans perhaps?

Natasha: Yelena doesn't like jeans. She doesn't think they're practical for fighting

Y/n: No Natasha... I mean is she fruity

Natasha: What does that even mean? Why would she be fruity?

Y/n: GAY NATASHA! IS SHE GAY?! DOES SHE LIKE WOMEN!?!?!?!

Yelena: Yes, I do very much like women. Do you know of any that like me?

Y/n: You know what nevermind. I'll try again tomorrow

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Natasha: Do you have any kinks?

Y/n: No

Wanda: Really?

Y/n: Not one

Natasha: You're such a good girl aren't you

Y/n: * blushes* I mean sometimes

Wanda: No you're always our good girl. Helping us whenever we need it

Y/n: * scratches the back of her neck turning even more red* Well I-I try

Natasha: And that my dear is called a praising kink

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Y/n: My taste? I guess its women who are smart, take no shit, undeniably attractive, could possibly kick my ass, and a little bit of instability never hurt anybody...

Wanda: Interesting...

Natasha: Ya that seems kind of specific

Agatha: I have to agree with them hon how many people fit that description?

Harley: Exactly my thought sweet cheeks. Your datin pool is going to be so small

Ivy: Come on you guys I bet there's a good enough amount

Selena (catwoman): Ivy did you even believe yourself when you said that?

Monica: Knock it off guys, I'm sure Y/n will find someone of her ever so particular tastes

Diana (Wonder Woman): Of course she will! There is someone out there for everyone

Lena: Especially someone as attractive as you are

Y/n: * incoherent noises*

Valkyrie: Good going you broke her

Hela: I could break something else of hers if she saw it fit

Y/n: Too.... many.... women *faints*

Kara: * enters the room* I left the room for 5 minutes and this happens

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yamithediaperdork · 3 years

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Back to babyhood (kingdom hearts)

THE END...For now.

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