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ashwhowrites · 7 months

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Older! Rockstar! Eddie Munson x reader, she goes to a concert of Corroded Coffin and Eddie sees her and he thinks she's cute, they've been in some dates but groupies of Eddie start to talk bad about reader and she's always sad because of that and Eddie decides that he doesn't want to see reader sad so they have a day without their phones so she can be relaxed and Eddie talks about that to his followers and he hates that people talk bad about her girl (idk if modern au would be good for this, but I hope you can write more Older! Eddie fics, we need him! No pressure tho!)

We can definitely make it modern au for the social media part. And I agree, we need older! Eddie. I hope you enjoy this and thank you for requesting <3

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Y/N wasn't the type to go to concerts alone, but one of her favorite bands was playing and none of her friends would go. Her friends weren't into the older bands, but Y/N loved Corroded Coffin for years and now she was old enough to get into the venues. She wasn't going to miss her chance to see them just because no one would go with her.

As she stood in the front row, Eddie Munson right there in front of her eyes, she knew she made the right choice. She couldn't help but feel like he was constantly looking right back at her. His eyes stared at her as she sang along, her eyes switching from his eyes to his lips, to his fingers on the guitar. He was even more hot up close.

Eddie finished the set, his mind still thinking of the girl in the front row. She knew every song, every beat, and she was gorgeous.

"Question, how old do you think the girl in the front was? With the black cropped Eddie's girl shirt, and red lips." Eddie asked, the band in the dressing room as they stripped out of their sweaty clothes.

"No idea, but old enough to get in." Gareth shrugged. Eddie nodded, that was enough for him. He didn't bother to find another shirt, throwing on a zip-up and sweatpants. He threw his hair in a bun and headed back out to the crowd. Girls screaming when they caught him sneaking by. He smiled and winked at a few as he tried to find the girl. Catching the back of her as she headed for the exit.

"HEY! RED LIPS!" He screamed, he hoped his voice would carry over the sound of the screaming girls. But she kept walking, Eddie signed as many things as he could as his eyes stayed on her.

"YO EDDIE'S GIRL IN FRONT ROW!" he tried again, this time she stopped. He could see her head look down at her shirt and then slowly turn around. Eddie softly pushed past the girls, apologizing for walking by, he promised to come back to sign things.

"Me?" She mouthed as he walked closer.

He smirked and nodded, walking faster to reach her. She stood next to the door and looked around. Thousands of girls staring at them. Some older women and some young girls like her.

"Here's my number, use it anyway you want." He winked as he handed her the piece of paper.

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That was four months ago, and they've been on countless dates since. She couldn't understand the concept that she was dating her biggest celebrity crush. She tried to keep herself calm around him, but he made her lose her mind.

She hung out with the band, she sat on the sidelines during practices. It was like her world flipped upside down.

Eddie was exactly as she thought he'd be. He was hyper, funny, and childish at times. He was still young at heart and enjoyed doing the dumb things she did. Age wasn't an issue for them, but it was for the fans.

Y/N knew that dating someone famous would be hard. She was a fan herself, she's read countless tweets about jealous fans and how cruel they could be. She never thought she'd be on the receiving end of it.

The relationship was still fresh, and the fans one by one finding out more about her. Some fans thought she looked good with Eddie, and many loved that she was a real fan before the relationship even began. But once the news got out that Eddie Munson, the heartthrob was dating a younger girl, the world exploded.

Every magazine was fixated on it. It was the hot gossip and the main topic Eddie talked about in interviews. Eddie was never a private person and she didn't expect him to be now either. But she wished her age wasn't a big scandal.

"Eddie Munson's new girlfriend.....read about the hot young twenty-one-year-old now!"

"Eddie Munson shows off new young girlfriend, love or just lust?"

"The lead singer of Corroded Coffin is off the market! But seems to only be looking in the juniors section."

Yeah, some got nasty about it.

She sat on her phone, looking at the comments below Eddie's new post, a selfie of them on the beach.

"He's only with her because she's young."

"Jeez can she be anymore see through? Dating the biggest star in the world at her age? was she even born when his music came out?"

"Probably dropped out of college and needs a quick money grab."

"she's not even that attractive.....I think he's more into her being twenty years younger than him."

"I hope she enjoys this while she can. Not like he's going to settle down and marry her"

"I hope he sees she's just in it for the money."

"I told you to stop reading those," Eddie demanded, snatching the phone out of her hand. He sighed as he turned off her phone, putting it in his back pocket. He crossed his arms as he stood in front of her.

"I'm sorry! It's just that they hate me. These are your fans and I want them to like me." Y/N said, looking up as Eddie gave her the dad look.

"Okay giving me that look doesn't make me feel any better about people making jokes about me being young enough to be your daughter." She huffed, crossing her arms.

"Baby, don't listen to them. They don't know about our relationship, why believe what they have to say?" Eddie said, taking a seat next to her. He grabbed her legs and put them on his lap, his rough hands rubbing her soft skin.

"These are people that love you like I do! I hate to disappoint everyone because I'm not the right age."

"If you spend so much time listening to them, can you listen to me? I don't care what anyone thinks of our relationship. The people that truly love me, like the way you do, will accept and love you. You aren't disappointing anyone and there's nothing wrong with your age. The band loves you! They adore you and support us. They don't look at you and see your age. They see the hot girl that was front row screaming her lungs out in an Eddie Munson girl shirt." He said, his hand stopped on her knee giving it a comforting squeeze.

"I love you and I love the band as well." She said smiling. She moved into his lap and he wrapped his arms around her.

"No phones today. Just me and you." He said, kissing her cheek as she cuddled into him.

"Just me and you." She repeated.

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howtodrawyourdragon · 1 month

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The Post In Which I Deduce How Old Baby Hiccup Was When Valka Disappeared

You know, in order to write this Httyd Retelling, I have to do some preparing. I have to collect plot points for future storylines, keep certain canonical facts in mind and take a closer look at certain scenes.

Like the flashback scene in which Valka gets taken, for example. Because that'll be a vital scene for the prequel-type fic that I'm currently working on.

And I don't think I've ever realized how truly young Hiccup was when his mother was stolen from him. And I'm not talking about how he was a baby, because that fact is obvious.

I'm talking about how it's possible he was barely 6 months old.

And there are a couple of things about the flashback that point to this.

When Cloudjumper finds Hiccup and appears to play with him, I notice that Hiccup is:

Laughing

Grabbing Cloudjumper's wing talon

Clapping once (which could be a fluke as he is waving his hands around wildly)

Appears stimulated by Cloudjumper's attention and actively seeks interaction

Now, the laughter I won't waste much time on because I don't really see it as an indicator. On average, it starts as early as 4 months, but in my experience that highly depends on the child. I've seen a 3 month old laugh, I've seen kids not start laughing until they were almost 1.

Points 2 through 4, though, are much more interesting as what Hiccup is exhibiting is actually not "true" play, but rather hints that Hiccup is still actively learning to interact with the world around him. This may seem strange for people who don't interact with babies and toddlers on a daily basis, but children actually have to learn to play and this starts by interacting with the world around them.

Putting a variety of things in their mouths, sucking on things, grabbing things (like Cloudjumper's talon), shaking things, etc. This is usually how a baby between ages of 4 to 6 months old begins to learn how to play.

You can try to offer toys to a 3 month old, but chances are they won't do anything with it or even react much too the toy at all. Older than 6 months old, it's possible you can see them actively pick what interests them to inspect rather than simply put whatever they've been giving in their mouths.

In my personal experience, it's not until around 4 months old when babies start to show interest in the things around them. (Which doesn't mean you shouldn't try to stimulate your child by at least offering a toy before that time, we do.)

Something else of note in this scene is:

Hiccup can't sit up

No teeth

Hiccup simply lying there swaddled in a cradle is actually a big indicator that, not only is he not sitting up yet, but he doesn't appear capable of rolling over.

And if you think "Oh! but that's because he's swaddled in furs!" Wrong! Babies of any age are surprisingly determined. If a baby wants to roll over, they will fidget their way out of the swaddle and roll over. In no good conscience would Valka or Stoick leave Hiccup in a cradle unattended if this child showed signs of rolling over.

Now babies can start rolling over as soon as 4 months. (If you know what that looks like, it's quite an endeavor, takes a lot of manuevering, which the previous unattended Hiccup didn't appear to be doing)

And I know you may be thinking; "doesn't that mean Hiccup is younger than 4 months in the flashback?" I don't think so simply because of how he reacts to Cloudjumper, whose attention and stimulation he actively seeks out. Rather, I actually think Hiccup is a little bit of a late bloomer physically.

He was canonically born prematuraly, to the point that his mother feared he wouldn't make it. And often when a child is a late bloomer physically, they actually usually end up ahead of the other kids in other areas. Like mentally, verbally, or with their finer motor skills.

In my experience, children who can walk by the time their first birthday comes along, take longer to even begin to start talking. (which takes the form of making sounds. Not forming words, but voluntarily making sounds)

Meanwhile kids who are barely crawling by their first birthday are usually already showing signs of forming words (usually done by trying to repeat sounds they hear others in their life say) and verbally responding back to the people in their life (though through sounds and not actual words)

Being late in his gross motor skills while actually excelling in his finer motor skills and speech seems in line with the Hiccup we know and love. Even between the ages of 15 and 18, he still appears to be a bit of a late bloomer. The example I'm thinking of is how he can work years in a forge, yet struggle to pick up a single weapon versus to 3 years later when he's a swordsman himself and picks weapons up with no problem now.

That brings me to the lack of teeth.

On average, babies will begin to teeth between the 4 and 7 months old. From my personal experience, it tends to start much closer to 7 months than the minimum 4 month mark. I've even looked after plenty of children who didn't start to teeth well beyond the 7th month mark. (even had one who didn't start teeth until they were almost 1 and then suddenly got multiple teeth in at once.) Hiccup has no teeth.

So lets line all of the evidence up.

In the flashback, Hiccup:

Actively seeks interaction with Cloudjumper

Actively interacts with the world around him, but doesn't know play yet.

Responds positively to Cloudjumper's stimulation

Doesn't yet appear to even try to roll over

Has no teeth

And all of these points point to the very likely scenario that Hiccup was only 4 to 5 months old when he and Stoick lost Valka.

4 to 5 months old.

That's hella young to be losing your mother, a terrible time to lose your wife and mother of your very young child and, honestly, a terrible time for a mother to have her abduction be preceded by watching her premature son and her husband almost die due to her lack of actions.

I realize that I'm ending this post with a hot take, maybe even an unpopular opinion, but as it already takes months for a parent who gave birth to feel somewhat normal again even without breastfeeding their child... No wonder Valka, in this highly sensitive and vulnerable time, internalized that both Stoick and Hiccup would've been better off without her.

Valka, who:

Was still on month 4 after her pregnancy, meaning her hormones would've still been all over the place

Had to breastfeed with a lack of better options at the time, meaning it would remain that way for quite a bit

Had a traumatic labor that involved nearly losing her son

Her son who was born much too early, which would come with complications (right down to getting him to eat at all, for example)

Almost watched Hiccup and Stoick die in a fire right before she got abducted by a dragon, which would've meant hours if not days or weeks of believing she was going to get eaten

Doesn't mean she just gets to stay away for 20 whole years, but it definitely puts a different perspective on her sudden departure from Hiccup's life.

Everyone in the Haddock family was hurt that day. Though, the biggest victim of all was that literal 4 month old boy.

Video from SoloMinike-Movies & Shows scenes HD for reference.

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gemstone-roses · 5 months

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Christmas fic party request:

Where reader is an fbi tech (post red John) and shoots her shot at Jane at the Xmas party. Smut. Lots of smut. Very comforting because I just imagine him being SO lovely. Age difference mentioned.

Patrick Jane x female reader

Summary: your feeling brave, the man you’ve been pining for is older than you, surely he’s not interested in you, right? Smut. 18+ only,protected sex, praise kink, lots of praise, eye contact , so much praise ugh I’m mad for this man okay! I’m begging people to send in more requests for him 🙏🙏

Warnings: explicit smut, 18 plus ONLY. Smut, protected sex, praise kink x10. Fingering. Pet names, Minors be gone from here!

A:N - I’m super proud of this one. Thankyou for requesting I hope you liked it 🥹🥹please feel free to request more for Patrick Jane too!! ❤️

The wince on your face as you glance around the room is prominent. You only came tonight for one reason. And he’s not here.

Your colleagues are busy getting merry, rigsby and van pelt wearing matching Christmas jumpers and paper hats. The music is so loud you can feel it coursing through you.

Jane had seen your mood dip around the holidays and he had made you promise you would at least show your face. You agreed solely because he said he would accompany you and your heart fluttered at his offer. The small touch he left on your elbow, the reassurance in his face when he said ‘I’ll be with you the whole time’ had you screaming internally.

You weren’t the newest member of the team, but you were quite a bit younger than Jane, and as he is so observant you did your absolute best to keep your crush on him secret.

It had been a long few years.

Fed up of the party, you duck out and find yourself wandering straight into something tall and hard.

Patrick

“Oh shit I’m so- you start, blinking at him as you try and play it off.

“Are you okay?” He asks rubbing your arm soothingly.

It seems your brain has short circuited as you just stare at him, he looks good, so good.

“Hey” he says softly, moving his hand to cup your face.

“Hey Jane” you squeak out, praying he can’t tell how flustered you are.

His brows crease at you, his thumb runs across the curve of your cheek and you cannot take this anymore so you bring your hand up to connect with the hand that’s on your face.

His eyes bore into yours as you wait for him to pull his hand away.

But he doesn’t.

“Jane, I- I need to tell you something I - you whisper closing your eyes as you speak.

“I know” he says lowly

“You what!” You say, horrified, eyes shooting open as heat rises to your face.

You try and turn away but he stops you, hands flying to your waist, gripping tightly.

Your lips part slightly as you take in the man in front of you. He smiles, leans forward and

Runs his thumb across your lip and once again your brain short circuits, you think you might die right there. There’s no way he doesn’t feel the way your pulse starts picking up and your eyes blow wide at his action.

“Jane?” You ask, voice cracking

“Yeah honey?” His voice slightly deeper, it makes your pussy clench and your heart soar.

“I love you” you say, and for a moment you panic thinking he doesn’t feel the same and then he closes his eyes and sighs, before pulling you in closer

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear that” he growls.

He searches your face for any kind of hesitation and you nod, he smiles as he shakes his head.

“Use your words my darling”

“Hurry up and kiss me, please” you whine,

Your breath hitches as he cups your face again and brings his lips to yours. His lips are soft, he presses into you as he deepens the kiss.

You can’t help but let out a moan as he presses into you, it’s comforting, safe, and leaves you wanting more.

“Patrick” you whisper, as he reluctantly breaks the kiss, his hand comes back to cup your face, finger stroking slowly down your cheek.

“You okay?” He checks.

You nod a bit too quickly, and he chuckles.

“Shall we, go somewhere more private?” He whispers as he leans in to place a feather light kiss to your neck.

“God, yes” you mutter. He grabs your hand instantly and leads you up to his room above the office.

“It’s cold in here” you mutter as he shuts the door to his living space, instantly his arms are around you again, catching your lips in a searing kiss he cages you against the wall. One of his arms rest on the wall, the other tracing down to your waist. Your chest heaves as he teases his fingers up and down underneath your shirt.

“Please” you whine and he smirks, dipping his hand beneath the waistband.

“God your dripping” he murmurs rubbing your throbbing pussy through your panties. You clench your thighs together at his actions, and his words.

“Jane” you croak, desperate, needy.

“I love the sound of my name falling from your lips” he breathes, making you look at him before moving your panties and sliding in a finger.

It’s agonisingly slow, and of course Patrick can tell your getting frustrated with his teasing.

He speeds up a bit before adding another finger, your walls flutter around his fingers.

“Mm, Jane fuck” you whisper, he increases the pressure and starts to curl his fingers up as they enter you. His thumb comes to circle your clit and he catches your moan with a kiss.

“D-don’t stop” you moan as he presses his thumb into your clit as he curls his fingers hitting your G spot.

“Oh OH god” you whine

“That’s it honey” he soothes, breaking the kiss as your walls clench around his fingers.

“Jane” you say as you feel your orgasm approaching

“Come for me, that’s it, good girl” he says as he curls his fingers once more and you see stars as your orgasm crashes over you.

He holds you steady, fingers lazily pushing in and out of you as he fingers you through your orgasm.

“You okay”? He whispers placing a gentle kiss to your forehead. You nod and he pulls you into his embrace.

“God that was- incredible” you pant, leaning in to give him a kiss.

He pulls you gently towards his bed.

He pushes you gently and you fall back

“Lie down” he whispers, he’s out of breath and it’s so arousing you can’t help the throb that courses through you.

Patrick unbuttons his suit jacket, hanging it up on the chair he climbs on top of you. Once again you feel safe within his presence.

His arms come to rest on either side of your head, he looks down at you, a soft smile on his face.

“Stop it” you say, trying to turn away from his stare.

“Don’t, don’t do that, your beautiful, let me see you yeah?” he tilts your face to look at him, as if you could love this man any more.

“Would you like to stop?” He asks and his face tells you that he would not mind one bit if you said yes, which just makes your heart pound faster in your chest.

“No, I’d very much like to continue” you say. And Jane runs his hand across your face, smiling.

You can feel Jane’s cock pressing into your leg through his jeans and you shift your hips slightly. He sucks in a breath as you sit up to undo his belt.

You do it slowly, payback. But it doesn’t last long as he ends up pulling it off himself before guiding you to lie back down.

He stands up and removes his pants before coming back and resting his hands at the top of yours.

He waits.

You nod.

He pulls down your pants and can’t help but moan at the wet patch in the middle of your underwear.

Your breath hitches as he leans down and presses his lips into your clothed pussy and hooks his fingers in the line of your panties and pulls them down.

Jane frees his hard cock from his boxers and it springs up against his stomach. A drop of precum glistening on the head.

You clench your thighs at the sight. Jane reaches for the condom under his bed and rolls it down.

He pumps his cock a few times before lining up with your entrance.

You breathe in as you prepare.

Jane’s hand find your clit once more,he watches your face as his fingers circle your clit. You relax slightly as he continues his actions.

“Hey” he says softly

“I’m okay” you say.

“Take a deep breath for me darling” he places one hand on your lower stomach and the other wraps around his cock.

You do, and he slides his cock into you, slowly.

“Good girl, keep breathing for me” he soothes as he pushes his cock all the way in. Your breath catches in your throat as he pushes deeper into you.

“Keep looking at me” he says and you throb around him.

“You’re doing so good for me” he praises as he goes to rub your clit again.

“Patrick” you whisper

“Can you- I need you to go-

“I know, I know” he coos, rubbing your hips with his hand,

“I’ll go slow, I got you” he soothes before thrusting into you slowly. One of his hands is still splayed across your stomach.

“Mmhm” you whine.

“You feel so good around my cock like this” he says, pushing his cock in and out, he feels you clench around him as he speaks.

You close your eyes as he angles himself a little differently, still thrusting slowly, but his cock is hitting your g spot.

“Patrick- fuck” you choke out.

“Mm, you make the prettiest sounds” he breathes, every moan out of you sending him closer to release.

He moves his hand from your stomach as he reaches for your puffy clit, gently applying pressure as he thrusts into you.

“Patrick, I’m-

“Look at me, good girl, come for me, come all over my cock” he encourages as he presses into you again.

You hear him groan just as his cock twitched inside you and your pussy clenches,

Your toes curl and you see stars as your orgasm washes over you. Your ears ring as you hear muffled praise falling from Patrick’s mouth as you come down from your high.

“So good for me, you did so good, you’re incredible my love” he soothes, rubbing gentle circles into your hip.

You whimper underneath him. He places his hands on either side of your face.

“Jane, that was - god that was perfect you say a lazy smile painting your face. A big smile lights up his face, “I love you” he says, placing a gentle kiss to your lips.

“I’ve wanted to say that for a very long time” he admits.

“Me too” you say shy all of a sudden, turning your face from him.

He tuts

“No honey, what did I say about doing that, now, I’ll get you a warm towel and some water and I’ll be back in a moment” he soothes as he gets up.

And you, couldn’t be happier.

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white-wolf-buckaroo · 2 months

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Chapter 2: Do you want me to burn your cookie?

First flashback chapter, yay! Let's see how things were with younger Emily at camp. So that you don't get confused, this is set before Annabeth and Luke first even make it to Long Island

Word count: 2500 ish words

Warnings: None I can think of

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Age 6

It was during the last days of spring when Emily met Ares again.

She had been at camp for a few weeks now, and the arrival of the rest of the demigods was impendent. Until now, she had only met her fellow year-round campers, some of them also from the Ares cabin; it was weird at first for her to understand that they were her siblings (or half-siblings, to be clear), but Chiron had taken his time to explain everything to her, and answer every question she had: Why do we burn food? Can I ride the Pegasi? When will Daddy come see me?... and so on.

As she was still pretty young, and unfamiliar to their world, Chiron let her miss out on the last weeks of first grade, letting her explore the new surroundings on her own; she was a child of Ares, she would be fine by herself. So she met the people around camp, Mr. D (who she didn’t really like, especially after he insisted on calling her “Ellie”, almost as if wrong on purpose), and the satyrs, who she followed around the crops, marvelling at how they played music to help the plants grow. Once she was settled, and after a general introduction from the centaur to camp half-blood, Emily’s curious nature took over, and she spend her mornings roaming the wild.

Ares watched her. He saw her run through the forest, her teddy bear under her arm, discovering, playing, and laughing to herself. She found many animals, small and some bigger ones, and she befriended many, always guarded by the spirits of the woods to ensure her safety; she was a sweet child, despite her heritage, and they guarded her while she was alone outside. She didn’t seek destruction, or causing havoc; she was tranquil, and adventurous.

Maybe it was because her environment had been a good one during her first years, but she wasn’t as brute, gruff and brash as Ares had expected her to be. It surprised him, to be honest.

During the afternoons, Emily was introduced by her siblings to training. However, she was small, and they were older, taller and stronger than her, so she sticked to the side, watching them fight with swords, spears and other weapons of their choice against other campers. They were nice enough to show her the basics, although she was still too petite to hold a sword properly, so her siblings introduced her to using daggers and other small weapons first.

“Why do I have to learn this?” she pouted, frustrated at her failed attempts of doing what her older brother had taught her; it was still weird for her to think of them as her siblings, as she had never had any and now there were… a lot, but she was slowly getting used to it “I don’t want to do this”

“You are a child of Ares” said one of the boys, a son of Apollo “Fighting comes natural to those of your kind”

“But I don’t want to fight” she replied, still pouting “I don’t want to hurt anyone”

“Maybe not, but there are monsters out there who won’t hesitate to come after you, and kill you if they get their chance” the girl who spoke, a daughter of Hermes, received glares of reproach upon saying that, and she was shoved to the side by one of Emily’s brothers after seeing how scared she looked now “Hey, it’s true, the sooner she learns the better for her”

“There are monsters out there?”

“You are safe at camp, don’t worry” one of her brothers kneeled beside her, handing back to her the dagger that had fallen from her hand to the ground “But she’s right. The sooner you start training, the stronger you will be”

Strong. Emily watched her siblings, bulked, skilled, tough… and she honestly doubted if training would ever make her look as powerful as them. She was only six years old, she didn’t know if she was actually strong enough to grow into a warrior like them.

She sat alone later (although accompanied by her teddy bear, her loyal companion), on the edge of the forest in front of the beach, munching on some cookies Chiron had given her. The waves of Long Island Sound crashed rhythmically against the shore, whilst Emily couldn’t shake off the feeling of inadequacy that lingered within her; she could still hear her siblings at the arena, laughing while they playfully fought, and the music the satyrs played at the strawberry fields. Beside her on the grass lay the dagger she had been training with, and she looked at it with uncertainty.

Her little fingers wrapped around the hilt, her gaze examining the weapon: it was bronze, the handle was covered in leather, and the blade had small Greek symbols engraved into the metal. Due to her dyslexia, she’d always had trouble reading, however these letters didn’t dance in front of her eyes as it usually happened. This time, she only had trouble understanding the word itself, because she didn’t know the language.

“Need some help?”

Emily instantly recognized that voice. She turned around, and there he stood: her father, a few feet away, leaning against a tree.

“Daddy!”

Squealing, Emily stood up, the dagger falling on the ground beside her Teddy and the plate with cookies. She crashed into Ares’ legs, smiling up at him, jumping with excitement.

The first days at camp had been tough, especially because she constantly waited for Ares to show up and take her with him again; yeah, she was amazed by the nature surrounding her, the cabins and the new environment in general, but she missed her parents: her mother wouldn’t come back, she knew that, but she still had her father, right? Her siblings were no help, telling her that she shouldn’t get her hopes up, because godly parents weren’t known for being present in their demigod children’s lives, but she was sceptical, thinking that if he had come for her after her mother’s passing, maybe he would come again. So she burned part of her food at every meal like they had taught her, thinking of a message for her dad, just as her siblings had explained to her how she should do. She prayed to him, in her own childish way of how she thought praying was done, and thought of him when she was alone in her bunk bed at night, missing being tucked in; he had never done that, that was all her mother… but now she only had Ares, and she longed for him to care for her.

And on the verge of losing hope, fortunately, he came.

Ares wasn’t really sure what had motivated him to visit her. He never did stuff like that; the gods sometimes gave out missions, quests or requests for demigods to fulfil, and only then would they actually show up. But they usually never visited their children. Maybe the reason was that he had been sick of Hermes talking about his latest travels and the gossip he had picked up, or that he didn’t want to face his father after him requesting everyone to show up that day at Olympus. Maybe it was an impulse that arose from having been watching her from time to time the last few weeks, or maybe… something he couldn’t name. And he for sure wasn’t going to show up anytime soon once summer began, not with the rest of the campers there: he would definitely stand out, and he didn’t have time to deal with a bunch of dumb children if they noticed him.

Seeing Emily there, though, sitting on the edge of the forest, reluctantly clutching the dagger in between her hands, he appeared behind her, watching her study the engraving of the weapon. The breeze stirred her hair, while she mumbled to herself, trying to spell the word she couldn’t read, when he decided to reveal himself.

He awkwardly patted her head, definitely not expecting so much excitement from her side. He thought she would probably really hate him by now, after abandoning her there and not acknowledging her for weeks.

Emily began to talk, words thrown at him a hundred miles per minute, telling him everything she had seen and learned at camp half-blood about the gods, the goddesses, the satyrs, the centaurs… and that she loved the Pegasi, and the strawberries they ate, and that she had met her older siblings.

Ares wasn’t used to being around little kids very often; he kind of avoided them, as he didn’t really know how to handle them. Emily was very much like other children her age: small, innocent, and filled with excitement. It stirred something inside him, thinking that that sweet little girl came from him.

“What do you have there?”

He pointed to the dagger, and Emily went to get it, Ares remaining where he stood. His daughter, back at his side, raised the small weapon up to him, the bronze metal shining under the spring sun.

“My brother gave it to me. It says something here, but I don’t know what it means” she told him, frowning. Ares thought she looked cute when she did that, little face scrunched in confusion “Do you know it?”

It didn’t take him more than a glance to recognize the word.

“That word means ‘Ares’” he explained, smug smile on his face “That’s me”

“You?”

“The only one there is, princess”

He wasn’t planning on calling her that, and if so, it wasn’t meant seriously, more so in a mocking, sarcastic way. However, Emily’s face lit up, and he couldn’t take it back anymore.

“Daddy?” he hummed in response, listening “Are you a god?” It seemed that she had caught up on the meaning of that word. Of what that meant, and the power it held. Ares nodded, telling her that he was the God of war. She nodded back, biting her lower lip before speaking again “So… you’re like, really old, right?”

Ares laughed, not expecting that question.

“You could say that” he shrugged, still chuckling.

“Why are you the god of war?” her head tilted to the side, looking him in the eyes, her own full of curiosity “Why not the god of trees? Or the god of flowers, or clouds, or… dogs? They are sweet, I like them”

Something similar to a short circuit occurred inside his head. He didn’t expect those questions. She was just like her mother, full of curiosity. Ares paused, taken aback, and pondered for a moment, contemplating how to explain the complexities of his role as the god of war to a young child; his title had been given to him so long ago… he had just rolled with it over the centuries, throughout the millennia’s.

“I just am, kid” he couldn’t just tell a six year old that he was the god of war because he was seen as someone aggressive, violent, cruel and… just everything that accompanied the brutalities of battles. In ancient Greece, citizens used to hope he would not take notice of their cities, because they believed he only carried death and suffering with his presence “I’m territorial. I’m not afraid of fighting. I get what I want when I want, and don’t let anyone steal what’s mine. And if they do, I won’t let them go unpunished”

War isn’t only about that, though. It’s about protecting what you love, standing up for what’s right, and sometimes, making sacrifices for the greater good. Many use war to get what they desire, yes, and start a fight for unjustified reasons, but true war, a true fight, is for defending what you believe in. Ares also embodied all of that, even though he had forgotten it himself.

"But why not trees or flowers?" she persisted, her curiosity unabated. Ares smiled, amused by her innocence and inquisitiveness.

"Each god has their own domain, their own special role to play in the world. Trees have their own protector, as do flowers and clouds. And as for dogs… I like them too. My uncle Hades has a very cool one”

“One of Mommy’s friends had a big dog, and he brought it with him sometimes when he came visited” she explained, doing a face. She didn’t see Ares’ eyebrow raise when mentioning her mothers’ ‘friend’ “I didn’t like that dog, though. He had big teeth, and he barked a lot. He scared me”

“At camp you will learn to fight and to defend yourself, so you won’t have to be afraid anymore. Not of any dogs, and not of any monsters”

“But I don’t want to fight monsters, Daddy. I’m not strong enough. They’ll eat me!”

Ares almost chuckled, certainly amused.

“They’re not going eat you, Ems” again, that nickname wasn’t planned. He had to start controlling himself “Not if you win”

“But I’m tiny. They will get me and swallow me”

“You will not be tiny forever. You’ll grow, learn, and train. You’re my kid: fighting comes natural to you” it was the same thing the Apollo boy had said to her; coming from her father, though, she started to consider those words as a possible truth “You’ll be just fine”

“Do you think I’m strong enough?”

She referred physical strength, but also mental, even if she didn’t know what she really meant with that question. In her eyes, her siblings and the other campers she had met seemed all so strong and tough; it was of course the result of years of tutoring in the skills of combat, shaping their moves and reflexes, moulding their bodies. It seemed impossible to ever reach that level of strength.

“My kids are warriors. Eventually, you are strong” Emily did her cute frown, not completely understanding what he meant. Ares had to find the words, not really knowing how to answer her. Oh, his little girl, always asking the tough questions. He hadn’t really thought about that… if he considered her strong enough, but the answer came to him in a breeze once he contemplated it “Yes, you are strong enough. But Emily, strength is not only about size, or power. It’s about determination, and courage; believe me, I know what I’m talking about. Look… you may be small now, but you’re a strong kid. And one day, you’ll grow into a strong warrior”

Emily hugged his legs again then, smiling up at him. The sincerity and admiration in her expression towards him stirred something inside Ares, like the day he had left her at camp.

“Thank you, Daddy”

He nodded, acknowledging her words. She let go of him then, running back to where her Teddy and her plate of cookies lay, grabbing one of said biscuits, offering it to him.

“For you” she smiled, and he was actually speechless for a second, not knowing how to react to such an innocent and kind gesture. Emily understood that in her own way, remembering how she threw part of her food into the fire every day praying to him “Oh… do you want me to burn it for you?”

Ares snickered, a smile taking over his face, shaking his head no. He ruffled her hair, and accepted the cookie; he took a big bite out of it, and Emily smiled again.

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longtallglasses · 26 days

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it’s very interesting to me amongst the different fandoms i’ve been a part of in regards to their attitudes toward nsfw fanworks bc with the marauders those teens are always wildin’ - smoking, drinking, sleeping together - if they’re not i would even say it would be out of character for them? wolfstar is messy and horny and so in love, even if in a lot of fics they won’t admit it to each other. in atyd everyone is shagging up a storm, the girls, the boys, it’s still juvenile of course the way they discuss it and go about it. very little communication, feelings are hurt, they don’t know what they’re doing all the time. and it makes sense, they’re teenagers!

i have never once heard of discussion around it being ‘wrong’ to write them this way. that it’s ‘objectifying’ and if you’re thinking about it you must be weird or unnecessarily sexualizing characters. sexualizing characters? they’re already sexualized wdym? they have a sexuality, everyone has a sexuality, whatever the author/artist wants to give them, whether that’s a sex crazed maniac or the most sex repulsed asexual, they Have a Sexuality! even before the exact moment they turn 18, they have a sexuality. it’s just another facet to explore character through, to understand them more fully, and also sometimes for the author to help understand themselves.

i’m sorry age doesn’t matter when it comes to fictional characters. it just doesn’t. they’re not real you can’t hurt them. if someone wants to write through trauma, something ‘wrong’ and ‘problematic’ let them use fictional people. it may seem gross and you don’t have to read it, but its existence does not mean promotion of harmful behavior. it can mean so many different things to that author but it doesn’t equate to that.

i say this bc i myself have written some horrid things. i’ve never posted them, was not in a place where i wanted to, i wrote it all in a period of my life where i was seriously hurting, and writing fucked up horrific things stopped me from hurting Myself. i’ve read some ‘problematic’ fics that made me feel better, hurt me in a good way, reading comments of people who related and appreciated what was being explored.

most people who write about fucked up shit, SA, or some form of trauma porn or whatever it is have probably gone through something similar in their life. the people who read it and seek it out are usually drawn to it for a reason but we don’t need to know why. there is also just curiosity. and being curious doesn’t make you a bad person, it doesn’t mean you ‘like’ it. you may like the power dynamics at play, you may be intrigued by desires different than your own, you may… ANYTHING what you enjoy to read or write speaks to nothing regarding who you are in your day to day life. your morals, your beliefs, or what you want sexually or otherwise. i say this to a younger me, there’s nothing wrong with you!

with all that being said… there is also porn that is just porn. and that’s perfectly fine and good too. people have always written porn about whatever and whoever they want and they always will. if you don’t want it, scroll pass. you won’t be given a gold star for announcing you think it’s gross or wrong, you just look silly. i’m not saying that you must like it too, but attacking the moral character of those who do partake, shows an immaturity and lack of tack when it comes to these subjects. go out in the world and you will discover just how ‘abnormal’ and ‘depraved’ sexual desire can manifest itself as.

as someone who grew up a Very sexually confused person. not knowing i was queer or on the ace spectrum exploring sexuality through fiction was like my saving grace. and those books and those fics that made me feel seen, made me go huh! woah! ooooh my god that’s me! or made me go … wait why do i kinda like that? more often than not they were written by adults. bc they had made it through to the other side so to speak. and as An Adult now i find the traditional adolescent experience very intriguing as i did not have that growing up. the sexual experiences i’ve had now have shown me so starkly that that feeling which accompanies a new experience never really goes away. people are fumbling well into their 20s and 30s. reading the plight of a young person discovering who they are sexually i don’t think will ever not be relatable or make someone reflect. that includes the sweet and innocent as well as the ‘gross’/depraved horniness. it is not necessarily enjoyed on a basis of attraction to these characters, it is enjoyed on a basis of ‘i know this feeling’ or ‘i also do and have yearned for this kind of intimacy’. and if who you are isn’t represented in those stories, oh well damn, looks like i have to write it now. that’s how we have Are you there God, it’s me Margaret and the edge of 17 (the ‘98 and ‘16 iterations), all these stories written by Adults! that make us all sigh in relief and laugh and cry and aaahhh

fiction is fiction, idek what anti-ship means, let people be freaks in peace, fandom spaces are created to have fun in, let’s pls have Fun!!! explore and write and draw and fantasize whatever your heart desires bc there can be no right or wrong, it is just discovery.

if you feel kinship with characters and it feels natural to extend yourself to them, to take them and make them your own, amazing, gorgeous, beautiful. play dress up with them in all the ways you can, do whatever You Want!!

#i really surprised myself w how much i wanted to say here but #i started writing and just couldn’t stop #byler #marauders #spicy byler #fandom #fandom discourse #fandom discussion #fanfiction #byler fanfic #marauders fanfiction #stranger things #speaking my truth #bc i can’t believe what i see sometimes #gritting my teeth as i post this #i just feel like this message needs to be reiterated #i know there are a lot of young people in this fandom and i find this censored attitude so harmful #longtallglasses

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buckys-little-belle · 1 year

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I know you mentioned it before but a Xavier cg fic would be cool. Would he use his power to make little drawings come to life for you? (I had to cover my eyes and ears at the part where we got to see because I don't like bugs. Yuck!) I think he would be nice. and sit and color and draw. :)

Rainy Nights

Xavier Thorpe X Little!Reader (They/Them Pronouns Used)

Warnings - thunderstorm, reader is afraid of the thunder and lightning, reader has a brief meltdown because of the storm, xavier is the softest, fluff, fluff, fluff <3

Notes - I love this, I'm going to cry over this, I want this, Please send more of this, I beg you! <3

SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, and this blog, SFW, if you do not comply you will be reported and blocked <3

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Rainy nights were something Y/n couldn't handle, the thunder always too loud, the lightning so random it was off putting, they always put their headphones on, played some music, and tried to go to sleep early. But tonight, they of course couldn't find their headphones, the little hitch in their evening causing them to spiral slightly. Sure, it was only 7pm, lot's of time to search for the headphones before actual bedtime, but the loud booms and sudden flashes of light caused them to tip over the edge, their eyes tearing up as their mind regressed back to a younger state.

Y/n hadn't regressed at school yet, too new to feel comfortable around anyone to open up about their coping mechanism, too scared to be judged this early on in their stay at nevermore. But little Y/n didn't understand the big fear, the whole point of regression was to forget those tedious worries, so in their mind they knew they needed some help, some comfort, from someone who they trusted. So that's how they ended up at Xavier's dorm room door, tears streaming down their face, their pajamas a little disheveled, and their brain scrambling to come up with a coherent sentence.

"I, I'm, I jus', I." Was all they could get out, Xavier doing a once over of their body, trying to find some injury that would cause this level of sadness and scaredness.

"What's going on?" He asked, stepping aside to let them in, making sure no one in the hallway knew he was breaking the rules by letting someone into his room after hours.

"I can' find m'headphones." Y/n sobbed, miming putting on their headphones as they spoke, as if they were actually placing some on their head. "An' i's raining!" They explained, pointing to a window, as if Xavier didn't know the current weather conditions.

Xavier smiled, Enid, him, Ajax, and Wednesday had talked about their suspicions around some of Y/n's behavior, noting their childlike behavior in some scary or stressful situations, all coming to the conclusion that they were an age regressor, just one who didn't feel comfortable talking about it yet. He wasn't smiling because they were sad about the lightning, but because he knew he was getting serious bragging rights for being the first person Y/n truly regressed in front of.

"Would you like to borrow my headphones Bub?" He asked, trying to navigate the situation and calm Y/n down.

"Yes." They whispered.

"Yes, what?" Xavier asked, grabbing his headphones from off his desk, making sure they were connected to his phone, cuing up the playlist he may or may not have made for Y/n.

"Yes pease." Y/n repeated, sitting down on Xavier's desk chair, ready for the scary thunder to be drowned out.

"Good manners Bub." He smiled, placing the headphones on their head, making sure they sat on their ears nicely, playing the music and quickly walking away to gather some other distraction supplies.

Another thing he had made for Y/n was a little art kid, the box under his bed filled with colouring books, crayons, some finger paints, that he wasn't willing to try out now, and a set of beads and string, just a few things to see what Y/n would enjoy. He pulled out a coloring book and the crayons, walking over to his desk, grabbing the other desk's chair and sitting beside Y/n, opening up the book and ripping out a page for himself, letting Y/n join in if they wished.

After a few minutes of calming down, relishing in the thunder free environment, Y/n picked up some crayons, settling on a colouring page of flowers, filling in each little section with a different colour, making it as colourful and fun as possible.

When done they held up the book to Xavier, waiting for him to look at the picture, his eyes lighting up when he saw the artwork, placing the book back onto the desk. "Watch this." He said, his words not heard by Y/n but still uttered anyways. His hand moving slightly as the flowers 'stood' up, swaying side to side like read flowers would, the picture much more colourful and fun than his usual grey and macabre drawings.

Y/n giggled, clapping their hands slightly after he had stopped the flowers moving, Y/n quickly getting back to colouring another picture so it too could be brought back to life.

Who knew a thunderstorm was all it would take for Y/n to open up, and who knew Xavier was waiting with open arms willing to help in the time of need.

#xavier thorpe #xavier thrope fanfic #xavier thrope fluff #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe x little!reader #little reader #little space #age regression fic #xavier x little!reader #xavier x reader #xavier x little reader

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kazoosandfannypacks · 11 months

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"Window Seat" by kazoosandfannypacks

Pairing: Captain Swan Rating: General Word Count: 3K Summary: Emma's son, Henry, befriends the man sitting next to them on an airplane- and Emma is impressed by how well the stranger bonds with him. Tags: au, fluff, captain swan, one shot, captain cobra swan Author’s notes: I've always loved interacting with children. They speak genuinely, they love life, and they ask questions that aren't (usually) too hard to answer. When I was flying back from my last vacation, I sat next to a four year old girl who was an absolute delight to talk with. (She once had a dream about zombie turtles! She invited me to play with her dollhouse sometime! She said the Obi-Wan keychain on my backpack looked like a monkey!) By the end of the flight, even though I'm six times her age, we considered each other friends. This fic is inspired by kids like her. Taglist:@zahara@kmomof4@jonesfandomfanatic@booksteaandtoomuchtv@jrob64@tiganasummertree@anmylica@teamhook@undercaffinatednightmare@gingerchangeling@lonelyspectator@caught-in-the-filter @ultraluckycatnd @cs-rylie @silver-the-phoenix @pawshapedheart [if you’d like to be added to or removed from this list, hmu in my dms or askbox!]

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Emma held her son's hand firmly as she walked to the back of the plane, trying to find their seat numbers. Navigating an airport was hard enough as is, but bringing a four year old boy with you makes it even more difficult, especially when you're managing him on your own.

Fortunately, though it hardly felt that way, Emma was used to taking care of her son by herself.

"Are we almost there?" Henry asked.

"Our seat numbers are 83D and 83E," Emma said, "And here's number 80, 81," she counted and pointed them out to her son, "82, 83."

"That's us!" Henry said.

"Yup," Emma said, "your seat's the middle one in this row."

She helped Henry take off his backpack and put it under the seat in front of him, then they both took their seats as Henry, in spite of being warned many times about strangers, introduced himself to the passenger next to him.

"Hello!" Henry said.

"Hello there," the man said, "looks like we're traveling buddies today."

Emma had been distracted by switching her phone into airplane mode, but when she heard the stranger's accent, she looked up to see if his appearance was just as attractive- and was delighted to find that it was.

"Have you ever been on an airplane before?" Henry asked him.

"Quite a few times," he said.

"Are you going to grampa's birthday party too?" Henry asked.

"I'm afraid not," he shook his head.

"Why not?"

"Well for one thing, I wasn't invited," the stranger gave a good natured smile, "and another, I've never met your grampa."

"My mom and I can introduce you!" Henry said, pointing at Emma, "and you can come with us."

"Henry," Emma interrupted, "let's buckle your seatbelt, okay? And don't pester this nice man with so many questions; he probably wants to just take a nice, quiet flight to Maine."

The reason Emma wanted Henry to keep quiet wasn't solely out of decency towards the other traveler, and it wasn't of a motherly caution about strangers either. She'd be lying to herself if she said it wasn't borne of not wanting to annoy one of the cutest strangers she'd ever met.

"It's no trouble, really," he said, "I've never minded children; I was a camp counselor for quite a few years in my younger days."

"Henry'll talk your ear off if you let him," Emma ruffled her son's hair before adjusting his seatbelt.

"I don't take people's ears off!" Henry protested.

"It's one of those expressions," Emma explained, "it means you talk a lot."

"Oh yeah," Henry said, then turned back to the stranger, "are you friends with my mom?" The man looked up at Emma and smiled, his eyes a deep and overwhelming blue.

"I don't know. I haven't met her yet," he said, not taking his eyes off her, "but maybe by the end of the flight we will be."

"I'm Henry," Henry piped up.

The stranger looked back down at Henry and held a hand out to him. "Pleasure to meet you Henry," he said, "my name's Killian."

"I'm Emma," Emma said.

"What a lovely name," Killian smiled.

"Okay, so he's a bit of a flirt," Emma thought, though she didn't stop herself from smiling at his compliment.

"Have you ever been on an airplane before, Henry?" Killian asked.

"Nope!" Henry said.

"Are you excited for your first flight?"

"Yeah!" Henry said.

Just then, the stewardess' voice came over the plane's speakers.

"Okay Henry," Emma whispered, "we have to be quiet now, okay?"

"Okay," Henry said.

He tried his best to sit quietly, but four minutes is an eternity when you're only four years old. Every now and then he'd start to ask a question, and Emma would remind him to be quiet- and once or twice he tried to ask Killian something, which led to a similar gentle reminder to be quiet.

Soon, they were allowed to talk again, and the plane began down the runway. Emma pulled a pack of gum out of her jacket pocket.

"Here, buddy," Emma handed Henry a stick of gum, "remember what I told you?" "That my ears will pop off if I don't eat it?" Henry asked, already putting the candy in his mouth.

"No, they'll pop," Emma corrected, "but the gum will help keep that from happening."

She took a stick of gum for herself, then held the package out to Killian. "Would you like one?" she offered.

"Thank you," he smiled, taking a stick of gum from the pack, "I certainly would hate for my ears to pop off."

Emma giggled a little- only half a giggle, almost more like an annoyed sigh, but a giggle nonetheless, and a smile along with it.

Henry was looking past Killian out the window, watching the runway as they drove across it.

"Why are we still on the ground?" Henry asked.

"It's like flying a kite," Killian answered, "you have to have a lot of room to run, so the kite is already moving fast before you let go of it, and then it gets into the air. The plane has to run really fast too."

"Cool!" Henry said.

They neared the end of the runway.

"Here we go," Killian said.

Henry let out a little squeal as the plane turned its nose up, and up they went. He looked up at his mom, and then at Killian, and then laughed a little.

"We're really high now!" Henry said.

"Indeed," Killian said, "look at the clouds!"

Emma looked out the window as well at the clouds, which were now next to, then below them.

Soon, the plane stabilized, and the stewardess announced they were free to roam about the cabin, if needed.

Henry continued asking Killian question after question, probably more questions than the stranger was in a mood to answer.

Emma pulled out her phone and opened Disney+, where she'd downloaded a few movies for Henry to watch on the plane.

"Here, kid," she handed Henry her phone, then grabbed his backpack to get his headphones out, "do you wanna pick a movie to watch?"

He looked at the downloaded titles- Treasure Planet, Peter Pan, Aladdin, and a few Lego Star Wars specials, before selecting Peter Pan.

"That's an excellent choice," Killian said.

"It's my favorite movie!" Henry said, as Emma put his headphones on his head.

"It's one of my favorites too," Killian said.

"Henry's been going through a bit of a pirate phase recently," Emma said.

"Ah," Killian nodded, "I take it you've watched Peter Pan a few too many times recently, then?"

"The things we do for our kids," Emma said, as Henry tried to lay down in his seat, resting his head in his mom's lap, incidentally kicking Killian.

"Here, move your feet, Henry," Emma said, trying to move her son's sneakers off Killian's pants.

"That's alright," Killian said, "I really don't mind."

Emma gave up the losing battle of keeping Henry's feet to himself.

"Do you have any kids of your own?" Emma asked.

"Oh, no," Killian half laughed, "but I remember what it was like to be a kid. I was a rather talkative lad myself, much like your boy."

Emma wrapped her arm around her son. "He's a pretty special kid," she said.

"His parents are very lucky to have him," Killian said.

Emma shook her head, "One of us certainly is."

Killian raised her an inquisitive eyebrow. "His father's not in the picture?"

"In the picture?" Emma rolled her eyes, "I wouldn't even say he's in the same gallery. He walked out before Henry even got to know him."

"Well, he's missing out on a charming family," Killian said, "from what I've seen, you've raised a great son."

"Thanks," Emma smiled, "I try my best."

"Well, if you ask me, you're doing great," Killian said, "it can be hard to raise a kid on your own."

Emma wrinkled her brow. "What do you know about raising kids?"

"I was on the other end of the equation," Killian said, "my mom raised three boys herself. My dad has been out of the picture since just before my little brother was born."

"From what I've seen, your mom raised a pretty good kid," Emma said.

"I try to be- my older brother was always the best of us though." Killian said, seeming a touch saddened, "he practically helped raise us. In my father's absence, he was the one who showed me how to be the man I am today."

"I'd say he did a pretty great job at it," Emma said.

"Indeed," Killian said, "I wish I'd told him that more."

Emma wasn't sure why that question was so solemn, or why it was past tense, and was unsure how to ask what he meant, so she waited for him to follow it up.

"He passed away this past week," Killian said, "that's why I'm on my way to Portland."

"I'm so sorry," Emma shook her head, unsure how one could even begin to cope with that loss- if anything happened to one of her siblings, she'd be devastated.

"Thank you," he said.

"How're you holding up?" Emma asked.

"As well as I can be," Killian shook his head with a sigh, "it's a weird feeling, really. He's just always been there, and now… now he's not. I used to say I didn't know what I'd do without him, and now- now I get to figure it out."

"I'm so sorry," Emma said, "I can't imagine what this must be like for you."

"I'm getting by," he said, "that's how you have to make it in this world, isn't it?"

"You got that right," Emma said.

"And being distracted from it helps," Killian said, "which is why I was delighted to have a seat next to your charming little chatterbox."

Emma looked down at Henry, who had fallen asleep before the characters in his movie even made it to Neverland.

"Seems the lad's a bit tuckered out," Killian said.

"After the TSA line we went through and waiting two hours in a terminal at seven a.m.?" Emma asked, "I'm surprised I'm not 'tuckered out' myself."

"Me too," Killian said.

"He sure is excited to get to meet his grandparents," Emma said, stroking her son's hair a few times.

"He hasn't met them before?" Killian asked.

"We've called them once or twice, had a few video chats," Emma said, "but the trip from Tallahassee to Maine isn't one I can shell out very often. My dad insisted on seeing his grandson this weekend though- it's the only thing he wanted for his birthday, to have the whole family together."

"How precious," Killian said, "your folks must be so excited."

"It's all my parents have been able to talk about for the last year," Emma said, "my brother and sister both still live in the area, and they said Dad's more excited than they've seen him in years."

"Does all your family live in Maine?" Killian asked.

"Pretty much," Emma said.

"Then what brought you to Tallahassee?"

"Doesn't matter anymore," Emma said, "because I didn't find it."

"Then why are you still there?"

"I've never been one to stick around the same place too long," Emma said, "but that's no life for Henry. He needs roots."

"I see," Killian said.

"I take it your story's not much different," Emma suggested.

"What do you mean by that?" he asked.

"You're flying all the way from Tallahassee to Portland for a funeral," Emma said, "what's keeping you down there? Job? Friends? Girlfriend?"

She hoped it wasn't the last one.

He smiled, "Don't have a girlfriend, and friends are few and far between. I do quite enjoy the weather down south though, as well as my job."

"What do you do?" Emma asked.

"Captain of an authentic tallship," Killian said, "The Rolly Joger, a magnificent vessel- one of those little three-hour tour tourist traps."

"Oh, that's so fun," Emma said, "Kind of like a real pirate." She patted her son's head, watching on the phone screen in front of him as Captain Hook's crew sang a little shanty.

"Aye," he smiled, "once or twice she's even been booked for 'pirate parties,' where the kids all come dressed as pirates."

"Oh, that sounds so fun," Emma said, "I wonder if Henry might like something like that for his birthday in a couple months. He's never been on a boat before either."

"Well, you're always welcome onboard The Rolly Joger," Killian said.

"We might just take you up on that," Emma smiled.

"And what did you say do you do for a living?" Killian asked.

"I work for Yellow Bug Bail Bonds," Emma said, "apprehending people who skip bail."

"Like a modern day bounty hunter?" Killian asked.

Emma laughed, "something like that."

"That sounds exciting," Killian said.

"It pays the bills," Emma said.

She wasn't sure what to say, and apparently he wasn't either, as they were both quiet for a bit.

Eventually, Emma pulled a book out of her carry on, not about to take her phone from Henry and risk waking him, but also not about to sit there doing nothing for the next few hours.

"What are you reading?" Killian asked.

"Oh, it's a book one of my friends is writing," Emma said, "he asked me to read through and give some feedback."

"What an honor," Killian said, "what's it about?"

"Some kind of historical fiction," Emma said, "fairy tale characters in the American Revolution, or something like that. I'm only a couple chapters in."

"Sounds interesting," Killian said, "I'll, uh, leave you to it."

"Alright," Emma said.

And even as she got lost in the world in her book, she found herself glancing more than a handful of times at Killian.

A couple hours later, Henry woke up, and after a "good morning, sleepyhead" from both Killian and Emma, she restarted his movie for him- and this time he watched without falling asleep. Emma continued reading her book, engrossed in the character developments her friend August had intricately woven into his story.

"Oh, Henry," Killian said, tapping him on the shoulder to get his attention, "look at that view. You can see the plane's shadow on the clouds beneath us."

Henry took off his headphones and looked out the window.

"Woah!" Henry said, loud enough that Emma looked over as well- and she did so to see Henry throwing her phone and his headphones on the floor.

"Henry!" Emma said, reaching over to pick them up off the floor- which was difficult, with her seatbelt still buckled.

Apparently, Emma wasn't the only one who had a problem with seatbelts, because she looked back up to see Henry had unfastened his, and was now climbing onto Kilian's lap to get a better view out the window.

She was about to stop him, but she was taken aback by how Killian responded- after an initial second of confusion, he put a hand on Henry's shoulder in case of unexpected turbulence, then pointed out the shadow of the plane, and a few other notable clouds next to them, talking with the boy like he wasn't an outgoing child who'd just overstepped his bounds, but almost like an equal, one who'd done nothing wrong as well.

Something about the scene, and how the boys interacted, looked to Emma like something out of a storybook, or like the picture you'd find in the dictionary if you looked up the word "father."

Then, Killian helped Henry off his knee and back into his own seat, and rebuckled him, reminding him that while the plane was in the air, it was probably a good idea to keep your seatbelt on and stay in your own seat.

"I am so sorry about that," Emma said, then put a hand on Henry's shoulder, "Henry, you need to respect other people's space."

"No worries, Emma," Killian said, "it's the price of having a window seat, I suppose."

He didn't seem at all as embarrassed or annoyed with the entire ordeal as Emma was- and he then turned to Henry and added, "but not all strangers like it when other people get too close to them, Henry. It's a good idea to keep your distance from strangers."

"But you're not a stranger anymore!" Henry insisted, "I think you're my friend."

"Aye," Killian smiled, "I suppose I am."

"If you come to my house sometime," Henry said, "you can play in my fort with me. I can show you my Legos too!"

"If I ever do come to your house," Killian said, slowly, his words carefully selected, "I'd love to see your Lego sets."

"I just got a really cool Star Wars set," Henry said, "it has Luke Skywalker, and his X-Wing, and Artoo Detoo!"

"That sounds awesome, Henry," he said, "I hope I get to see it someday."

"Oh yeah," Henry said, "It's really cool."

"You know, I had some pretty cool Lego Star Wars sets back in the day too," Killian said.

"Really?"

"Oh yeah." Killian said, "I had this one set…"

As Emma watched Killian and her son talk about Lego Star Wars sets, she put away Henry's headphones and swiped out of the movie on her phone, sensing Henry might be entertained for the rest of the flight with his new friend.

Henry wasn't the only one entertained by Killian, though Emma's interest in him was for an entirely different reason.

Henry's father had left shortly after Emma's pregnancy, not ready for the commitment of raising a family. After that, Emma had decided that all she needed was herself and her son. Between finding her job and raising her son, she hadn't had time for a boyfriend anyways, at least that's the excuse she used when her friends asked why she'd never gotten back out there.

But deep down, Emma knew part of the reason she'd stayed single was Henry- any boyfriend for her was a potential father for Henry, and as rare as it was for her to find a date, it was harder to find a date who was comfortable with kids- and soon she gave up on dates altogether.

She and Henry had always been content just to have each other- but as she watched her son talk with this man about Star Wars, Legos, and pirates together, she realized how much both she and her son would benefit from a guy like him in their life.

As they walked off the plane, Emma and Henry stayed close to Killian, Henry still chatting away with him the whole time.

"Alright, Henry," Emma said, once they got back into the terminal, "I think it's time to say goodbye to Killian."

"Already?" Henry asked.

"I'm afraid so," Emma said.

Killian got down on his knees at Henry's eye level.

"It was a pleasure flying with you, Henry," Killian said, "I hope I see you again sometime."

"Me too!" Henry said.

Killian held out his hand to shake hands with Henry, but instead Henry ran to his arms and gave him a hug. Killian looked up at Emma for her approval, and she nodded, so he returned Henry's hug.

Once Killian stood back up, he held a hand out shake with Emma, and she half desired to respond the same way her son had. Instead, she took his hand and shook it.

"It was a pleasure meeting you, Killian," Emma said.

"The pleasure was mine, milady," he said, and he then brought her hand to his lips and kissed it.

"I didn't know you were so old fashioned," Emma said, in a voice that said that wasn't a problem at all.

"I hope to see you again sometime?" he asked, letting go of your hand.

"Yeah," Emma smiled.

"Will you wanna come to my grampa's birthday party?" Henry interrupted.

Killian and Emma's eyes met, like the meeting between old friends.

"I don't believe I've been formally invited," Killian said, more like a question than an answer.

"I could send you the details," Emma nodded, "if I had your number."

"Yeah," Killian said, "I might be able to find time, uh, here."

He handed her his phone, open to the contacts app. Emma quickly typed in her phone number and handed it back to him, and she handed him her phone too.

"I'll text you later," she said, their fingers brushing against each other as she took her phone back from him.

"Aye," he said, "Can't wait."

"I'm really glad to have met you." Emma said.

"Me too," Killian said.

"Me too!" Henry said, "See you soon!"

Emma took Henry's hand again, glancing back at Killian quite a few times as they headed their separate ways.

"Mommy?" Henry asked.

"Yeah?"

"Are you and Killian friends now?"

"Yeah, kid," Emma said, a smile spreading across her face, "I think we are."

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Chapter One ~Bad Decisions~

18+!

This fic contains: Violence, Alcohol, Nicotine, Cursing, SA.

(And possibly smut in the future chapters.)

Disclaimer: This fanfic contains struggles and problems that might hit close to home… Don’t worry it won’t be all gloom and darkness though 😉

August 19th Sunday, 1973.

I sigh and breath in the Texan air. I had been bored out of my mind, and my roommate was busy, so out of an impulse, I’d decided to go for a drink or two close to the college campus pub. I was gathering my courage to enter. Don’t be a wuss Olivia, i tell myself as i watch people enter the pub happily. There were a bunch of people outside smoking cigarettes and chatting away with each other, and here I was all alone.

After a while, I decided to just enter. I’m met with a sound of music coming from the speakers— A rock song playing I don’t recognise. I head to the bar counter, and a friendly-looking bartender greets me.

“What would you like, young lady?” The bartender asked me, smiling. She had blonde hair that was tied up in a bun.

“A draft beer, thanks," I reply politely, smiling. She asks for my ID and nods satisfied, pouring me a glass of beer and then handing it over. I moved to a secluded corner.

I was content with just people watching for tonight; anything was better than just sitting in my dorm room and dying out of boredom.

I sit down on the bar chair and sip on my beer; it had a pleasant, mild taste for a beer. The pub had people of all ages in it; most were men watching a football game that was playing on TV. The steady sound of the TV and music was broken when a group of guys entered the pub; judging by their varsity jackets, they were college football players. I recognised the logo on their jackets as the same that my college had. It was a bull with devil horns, and their jackets were red and white. They get seats close to my table, and I can’t help but overhear them talk.

“Someone should burn that shithole down already; there's nothing good about it except housing those freaks." One of the boys exclaimed, and his friends agreed with him.

“If we are lucky, someone does it, and that creepy family will be inside it once it happens." Another one, a blonde guy with light blue eyes, now speaks up.

“I wonder why they stay so isolated; I don’t think they ever leave that property of theirs.” The blonde guy continues, a clear disdain in his voice.

“I saw one of them a few days ago by the gas station, a freaky girl; she was humming some weird ass song." A black-haired boy responds, and I notice him shuddering as he recalls the memory.

I didn’t even realise how intently I was listening to their conversation as I jumped back a bit, startled, as the blonde guy called out to me; I hadn’t even noticed that he had been looking at me.

“Hey, you’re pretty cute. What are you doing here by yourself?” Now all of the guys are looking at me, some of them raising their eyebrows as they wait for me to respond to the blonde guy.

��Uh, I was just waiting for a friend,” I reply lying, cringing to myself; no way was I admitting that I was all alone in this pub all night to these guys.

"You don't have a boyfriend, do you?” The blonde boy speaks up again. “Come on, what’s your name? We can get to know each other. My name’s Kyle,” he continues.

“My name is Olivia, and, uh, no, I don't." I wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to admit to these guys that I was single, but it was too late now anyway. Kyle grins when he hears my reply and pulls a chair from a table next to theirs, motioning for me to sit next to him. Without much thought, I joined the group of guys; the beer was making me braver. I sit down, and the other guys introduce themselves as Nate; he was blonde too, but he looked a bit older than Kyle. Next to Nate was the black-haired boy, who introduced himself as Josh. Next to Josh was a brown-haired boy named Alex, and the last boy introduced himself as Matt. He was light brown-haired and looked like he was a bit younger than the rest of the group.

"Olivia, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” Kyle says, leaning a bit into me as he drinks his beer. He had a constant cocky smirk on his face, and as I looked around at the group of boys, I noticed that none of them looked particularly friendly; I was second-guessing my choice of joining them.

“Nice to meet you too; do you guys by any chance go to the Newt University close by?” I ask as I take a huge gulp of the beer, and the boys nod as a yes. Some of them were flashing their varsity jackets and grinning, telling me that they play on the school football team.

“You go there too? I haven’t seen you there before; you must be new. There’s no way I would have missed a face like yours." Kyle says with a flirty tone and some of his friends have a dumb-looking smirk plastered on their faces.

“Ah yeah, I just transferred here; I’m going to start my third year tomorrow, actually,” I reply. Suddenly, I feel a hand on my thigh. I look down and notice that it’s Kyle’s. I shift uncomfortably away from his hand. He looks at me and smirks but doesn’t say anything.

“Nice, it will be good to see you around,” Nate says with a chuckle, and the rest of the jocks nod their heads in agreement. I’m about to take a sip of my beer when I feel Kyle move his arm around my shoulder, and he speaks up.

“When is your friend showing up? They better hurry if they don’t want us to take you with us for drinks to the dorm."His friends chuckle at his comment, and I feel a shiver go through my body. Before I can reply, Kyle continues.

“So when can I take you out for a date? You didn’t have a boyfriend, right? No better way to get to know a new school and town,” he says with an overly sweet voice. I push his arm away from my shoulder and stand up.

“I have to think about that offer; now I gotta excuse myself; nature calls,” I say, and I don’t wait for their response as I head over to the girls bathroom.

“We’ll be here; don’t keep us waiting for too long!” Nate yells after me. I enter the bathroom and go to the sink, leaning my hands on it, and take a couple of deep breaths. I was in a public place. I was safe; if things got too uncomfortable, I could always come up with an escape plan. I stood there for a while, collecting myself and fixing my makeup. I was starting to feel a bit tipsy. After a while, I decide that I should get out and not hide in the bathrooms. I walk out and notice that the group of boys have moved to the pool table and are playing. I try to walk past them, hoping that they won’t notice me, but it’s all in vain. The brown-haired boy named Alex nudges Kyle. “There’s your new girlfriend! She took her sweet time.” He comments playfully, making Kyle look up at me. He smirks and once again motions for me to join them, but I wave him off. “I need to go and buy a drink!” I make up an excuse, but he walks after me to the counter.

“You don’t need to get it alone; I’ll pay. I just want to spend some time with you,” he says to me while leaning closer, our arms now touching as both of us lean against the bar counter.

“And then later you need to dance with me,” he adds with a wink.

“I can buy my own drink, thanks," I reply, but keep my voice light, trying not to sound rude.

“Oh c’mon! I’m not letting you do that; I don’t know why girls always insist on buying their own drinks. You’ll make me feel bad." He says with a fake pout, I roll my eyes lightly mustering up a smile.

“Fine. You can buy me a drink if you insist." I give in. Kyle smiles in victory and orders both himself and me drinks, then leads me, with his arm around me, back to his friends by the pool table. The rest of the night goes by with me mostly listening to Kyle and his friends joke around while playing; their jokes become more obnoxious and offensive. I try to tolerate it, as I get the increasing feeling that Kyle wouldn’t take well to rejection. After a while, Kyle turns to me, visibly more intoxicated.

“So, about that dance you promised me,” he says, and before I can respond, he’s pulled me closer to the speaker and is now holding me in his arms, moving me to the rhythm. It’s a slower song, and he spins me around, trying to make it seem romantic, but I feel like a trapped animal in his arms. As the song goes on, I feel his hand moving slowly towards my butt, and I pull his hand back up quickly. He lets out a low chuckle.

"Oh, don’t be like that, Olivia; let’s have some fun tonight,” he says, and he starts lowering his hand again, this time with more force.

“Stop it!” I say as I try to push him away, with no use as he is clearly stronger.

“Don’t be so uptight, Olivia; I'm just trying to get to know you,” he responds, sounding amused. He now unashamedly moves both hands onto my butt, and I try to push him away again.

“Kyle, seriously, stop it!” I am starting to panic a bit.

“Don’t be such a mood killer; I’m not harming you." He whispers into my ear. Before I can respond or do anything else, I feel a pair of even stronger arms pulling me away from Kyle, and a tall man steps in between us. I can’t see his face as he has his back turned to me as he speaks to Kyle.

“You jocks are just little shits, aren’t you? I believe this lady said to stop it.” The guy exclaims, and I see a flash of annoyance on Kyle's face as he scoffs.

“She’s just playing hard to get; she was into it. She didn’t really want me to stop it.” Kyle retorts angrily, and then a wave of recognition goes through his face as he looks at the guy and laughs.

“Oh shit! You’re one of the freaks; you’re Johnny Sawyer, aren’t you?" This comment gets the attention of Kyle's friend group, and they all move to his side.

“So you freaks do come out of your shithole! Who would have known?” Kyle continues, his friends laughing. I noticed the guy named Johnny tense up, and it was like I could feel an aura coming from him, one that seemed to shout: Do not mess with me. He was outnumbered greatly, but it didn’t seem to bother him as he moved closer to Kyle as if he were about to punch him. Kyle didn’t move, and now that they were face-to-face, the tension was thick in the air.

“What are you going to do, Sawyer? You want to fight?” Kyle snarls, his friends clearly ready to back him up. Johnny doesn’t say anything, but I could see his fists curl up, and he seemed like all his muscles were tensed up. I look around and notice that now everyone else in the pub is watching the situation unfold, and my slightly tipsy mind decides that now is the moment to dip out.

Kyle nor his friends pay any attention to me as I leave the pub, the cool air hitting my face. I couldn’t afford to get into trouble already; I hadn’t even started school yet! I look back once and hope that the guy named Johnny will be smart enough to back off; he couldn’t possibly fight all those guys alone. I was secretly grateful to him that he’d come up and interrupted Kyle's attempts, and a part of me felt guilty for leaving him there to defend himself because of that. I walked quickly along the pathway; the tall trees swaying lightly with the cool wind What the hell happened there?? I thought to myself as I could see the campus grounds getting closer to my relief.

As I enter the campus grounds I feel my feet start to move faster towards my dormitory building as if on their own accord, opening the heavy door I feel the welcoming warmth of the dormitory hallway and sigh in relief. 302, my room. My roommate Amber hadn’t come back yet judging based on her neatly made bed, I get inside and turn on the lights, there was still plenty of boxes around my bed since I hadn’t gotten around to unpack. I grab my t shirt and shorts and change into them; after that I head into the bathroom to remove my makeup and brush my teeth. I get back to my room and sit on the bed. This wasn’t a promising start for my school year at all; what had I gotten myself into?

I checked the time; it’s already 12 a.m. I should get to bed and at least try to sleep… I felt restless as the nights events kept replaying in my head, but as soon as I lay my head on my pillow i feel myself drifting off to sleep, lulling me into safety and security. Little did I know this was only the beginning for everything…

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omg hi 🤭 the thought of jealous!leto has been plaguing my mind for a while and i’d love to see it in action!! perhaps he notices some soldiers flirting or talking abt reader & he gets all bothered so he makes sure they’re stationed right outside his bedroom so they hear how good only he can make reader feel eheheheheh

for f!reader please :)) wife, concubine, totally up to you!! ur writing heals me i swear, thank you so much lovely 🫶🏻

Thank you for your request and your support, here is your fic! :D

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Only His (18+)

Leto Atreides x wife!Reader

Content: smut, unprotected sex, creampie, oral sex, age gap, jealousy, lingerie, very slight angst, lots of fluff 2000 words

Leto had no idea on how to act on this relationship with you. Love has been mutual and reciprocated on many levels from the innocent looks to the nights all too short for his liking. A slightly playful side of his personality started to show up once your presence got official because of the wedding celebrated in private. Instead of feeling older like such an event would do to anyone, the duke felt relieved and even lighter. No one needed to know that this union got consumed several times before getting recognized, nevertheless many commented on you.

The ruler tended to eavesdrop easily whenever some idiot would mention your name or title. It could come from soldiers patrolling on the hallways of his domain, some ambassador, a maid. You unleashed passions without doing much more than appearing by his side no matter if it was jealousy, desire or curiosity. At first he felt content with this confidential mess feeding everyone's conversations like some log would in a fireplace during winter. Freshly arrived and his people had no major difficulty to accept you as their – and most importantly his – Duchess.

Recently, the duke experienced the first sparks of jealousy, the kind of jealousy ignited flames devouring him from the inside whenever you would accompany him. He could deal with the soldiers' fantasies well, it only asserted your mutual dominant position up those men, but the nasty and needy looks sent to your back from another side of the room from some unknown older men were too much. They felt too much at ease around you and it only took a few polite words with you for them to start thinking that maybe the Duchess of Caladan was a mere hot woman that would spread her legs for whomever had the power to charm her.

However, the duke never lowered his guard around them, mainly because of those bloody insecurities resurfacing when one of those porks revealed themselves to be quite charming and handsome. Younger as well, coming from great families and well-educated. The didn't have that graying hair – some didn't even have a beard but still tried their chance with you – and were playing the innocent souls mesmerized by your own beauty and intelligence. Nonsense. As your husband he could see through those vipers' desguises pretty well. How many wished him to die so they could marry you and impregnate you like a docile bitch they would own?

“I had no idea you could be so... tactile,” you whispered as Leto secured his arm tighlty around your waist.

“I thought we had been tactile many times before.”

Tonight got especially eerie for him. The gala gathered young heirs from every corner of the galaxy and even without their presence now that this ceremony was over, he felt uncomfortable and stressed out. He was too old for that kind of thing. A teenager would have more ressources than him to defend his beloved.

“Not this kind of tactile,” you claimed, “this doesn't sound like you.”

“I reassure you my dear, I am me, myself, and no one dressed up as I,” he chuckled.

Soon enough your couple joined the shared chambers, their familiarity sufficient to remove most of the weight that parasited his shoulders all night long. The sunlights wouldn't be long before showing at the horizon. You would be sleeping comfortably in your warm bed and he would already be elsewhere to work with his subordinates.

“Are you sure you don't want to stay here a little, at least to get some rest before starting your day,” you inquired.

Leto wanted to make love to you right now but didn't have much energy remaining to do as desired. He stared at you taking your dress off to go take a shower, his exhausted eyes wandering on these curves he had caressed, nibbled, licked, soiled so many times. Those ridiculously arrogant heirs would never get their head between your thighs as he sworn to himself in the past.

“Maybe I should.” He admitted as he sat down – or rather let himself fall – onto the bed. “But it's not like I had any choice remaining.

He let a small smile find his lips as you caressed his bearded cheek with your palm, your soft smirk followed by a kiss on his forehead. How could he blame those idiots trying to get you? Maybe he would act the same around you if you got married to someone else.

“I have to go take a shower but I also have something to show you before you join the others.” You explained before kneeling before him in your white underwear. “I just need you to stay awake and in our chambers. It's extremely important.”

“Alright. Extremely important but not enough to preceed a shower?”

“Exactly.”

Confused and not in the mood to try to understand the whole predicament, the duke looked as your buttocks disappeared behind the bathroom door. What a shame. A few years ago he would have caught you up and brought back to to your bed without worrying about the incoming meetings. He still had the duty to conceive an heir with his Duchess, they would have excused him for skipping the two hours of rest he should have enjoyed in your company. If only it wasn't so difficult to get a child... you would have at least four of them running everywhere with all the times you tried. But nature or the Gods decided against it apparently. He hoped he wasn't running out of time.

Leto lied down on his side with his boots solidly planted on the floor, fully clothed and thinking that he should have taken a shower with you. It might have led to some “duty” afterwards that would have felt more rewarding and pleasing than just brooding about his lack of efficiency in some domains.

As he started to doze off softly on the silky blankets too welcoming for his good, he heard the door as you walked out.

“Leto, I told you not to fall asleep,” you half-scolded him.

“You told me to rest the time you come back so I rest my eyes.”

Still surrounded by darkness, he raised an eyebrow as you mounted him, a pair of thighs holding him firmly against the bed.

“Open your eyes Leto.”

“I'm too far gone for that,” he argued with a defeated voice.

This was what he thought before feeling some pressure on his crotch.

“I want my husband to show me what it feels like to be loved,” you pouted.

“I...”

As he opened his eyes his consciousness finally slapped him in the face and the view of your bright red lingerie motivated him enough to rise on his elbows.

“Oh, that kind of important matter? Of course I will study this with attention. Maybe twice just to make sure I got it right.”

“Never change my love.”

“Since when have you been thinking about this?” he taunted you with a grin.

“I saw you getting grumpier around all those peacocks complimenting me. It was pretty hot to see you silencing them with only a glare. And as I'll be missing you all day long again... I want my duke to show me how much he loves me, and me to show him how much I love him.”

“Oh. Was it that visible?”

Your turn to raise an eyebrow.

“I see,” he mumbled.

“Do you want to make them hear how much you love me?”

“Did I turn you on so much just by being in a bad mood?”

That kind of demand from you was... unusual. He could call it whorish, but as he really liked this he took the decision to call it sensual. Having his beloved wife mounting him in the lingerie pieces he preferred just to brighten his mood up and to potentially carry his heir and make him assert his union with you even more...

“Not by being in a bad mood. Rather by actively making yourself respected. Now, don't move. I have to reward you in some way.”

Leto watched as he remained laid on his bed, a smug grim appearing as you slowly disappeared between his legs. Once the back of his head back onto the blanket he sighed, satisfied by the outcome in sight.

“Don't fall asleep,” you warned him.

“I won't.”

He must have given the right answer as he felt your warm mouth wrapping a precise spot on his pants, your tongue darting out to pressure his crotch a little as your skilled hands sloxly took off his belt.

“Should I make you scream louder than usual?” he asked as your lips started some slight massage.

Your chuckle barely interrupting your ministrations offered him the response he was looking for, and it was not long before he helped you to take his pants off, his black boxer and the bulge hidden by it now at your mercy.

“I had no idea you loved seeing me like that,” he breathed out, “I thought I was being childish.”

“As long as you remain professional and moderated, I find it incredibly hot.”

“Stop encouraging me down this path, I shouldn't listen to you.” He said before hissing at the warmth of your mouth engulfing his shaft almost entirely. “But don't stop that, you're too talented.”

With all the loving debauchery in display in your chambers since before your wedding he should replace talented by experienced, but now was nt the moment to try to make his brain work out any better. He couldn't as he stared at the ceiling above his head. Then some bubble popped in some corner of his mind as he grabbed your hair and sat up brutally, his energy almost fully back as you glared up at him in pure surprise, your mouth ready to resume its ministrations.

“Come here you.”

You laughed as he almost threw you on the bed, your hands busy with his salt and pepper locks as he peppered kisses all over your throat, your bra soon abandonned somewhere.

“Leto what are you doing,” you giggled.

“Take your panties off, get on your hands and knees and I'll make that clearer for you.”

“Shall I be loud sire?” you cooed.

“Any other dumb question?”

You giggled again approvingly before obeying. Yet, something was off and Leto thought about it for a few seconds before making you turn around for you to face the door. Only then he positionned himself behind you, staring down at your entrance as he rubbed it with his shaft.

“I want them to get turned on and frustrated because they can't have anything of my wife. Get it?”

“Get it,” you said excitedly.

A few seconds in and Leto was already smiling like this was the best day of his life as he thrusted in and out of you. He knew perfectly well that your pleasure wasn't high enough to be the reason of your delightful screams, but feeling you so willing to play along with him sent an adrenaline shot that motivated him to no end.

“Good girl, that's it”

“Oh please more, more more,” your moaned loudly.

The duke almost came as he noticed something moving under the door, but knew better than that. A shadow, maybe two behind. Little perverts.

“They're listening,” he whispered as his hips clapped yours harder.

You laughed again and winked at him behind your shoulder, and after a quick spank on your right asscheek you resumed your show. Sometimes Leto wondered what he had done to deserve you, especially as he felt your begging getting more sincere. No one could know but him.

“I'm close, I'm close already,” you breathed out.

That was what made him go even harder on you. Confusion mixed with genuine pleasure, that was the winning combination for him. If he was the one spying on your words, he would be hard in no time. His guards would certainly touch themselves for days thinking of you but it was worth it. They knew their place and would never dare to do anything to get closer to you. No whore or Lady would equal the fantasies they would have created in their heads. They were not him, and you were not theirs.

He grabbed your hips firmly as you came undone louder than anytime before, your hands desperate for a support as your fingers tried to dig into the covers to keep some balance.

“I'm not done with you,” he mumbled with clenched teeth as he stared at a third shadow joining the other ones.

Having you wrapped so tightly around him was one thing, but knowig he was the only one capable of making you feel that way was even better. You would carry his child or his children one day, he was sure of it. What was the most important right now was that you already worn his colors, his House's. You were his wife that loved it when he decided to make love to you. The wife that loved him dearly no matter what could happen.

Leto repressed a loud moan by pure masculine ego as he emptied himself in you, only allowing himself to breathe out suddenly as he looked down at the trembling mess you were now under his watchBoth fully satisfied with your mischief, you took a shower together briefly, and merely dressed in his new clean outfit Leto left the room like nothing happened with confident steps as three soldiers saluted him.

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sighonaraa · 4 months

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hi!!!

so sorry for sending another ask lol. i went through every post under the football kiddo au and omg omg omg!! getting such a huge brain rot rn. i recently fell in love with ted lasso and i didn’t realize there was a fandom (most live action shows don’t rlly have one) im just so excited to go more into this wonderful fandom and read these fics along with the post and yk. everything ab being a fangirl lol (wish i got into this show and fandom earlier but better late than never) anyway, i have my own thoughts ab this au that i would love to share.

who can forget everyone’s fav kitman, will! can you imagine will but not a baby will. instead he’s around fifteen or sixteen and had his own emotional trauma and baggage (bcuz every character deserves a good old angsty backstory). and he just helps the kids by giving them water and helping injuries (my highschool has an athletic trainer program. idk if uk schools do but it would be fun). like he’s just a teenager who lives in richmond with everyone else and just starts showing up to help their makeshift football club. and like practically gets adopted my trent and ted. and he sees roy as this older brother (my personal headcanon is will’s an older sibling who ends up being the parent in his house due to his parents being neglectful) and for once he gets to be treated not as a parent. and jamie and sam and the other boys remind him of his younger siblings. also, once he graduates highschool. everyone, the kiddos, ted, roy, beard, trent, rebecca, higgins, etc all show up to his grad. and are screaming from the audience along with his siblings (and his parents aren’t there ofc but his found family is)

also, rebecca is such a cool aunt. like she grows a soft spot for the kids and treats them like she treats nora

sorry about my rambles, i just love this fic so much and i can’t wait for more. also brb gonna read your other works. just i think we both can agree how much we love this little found family.

so much love <33

hi hello hi!! it's so lovely to have you join the fandom, it's a very fun and sweet little corner of the internet and i'm so glad you're here with us now :-) and weeps? WEEPS! i'm overjoyed to hear that you're enjoying the football kiddos au -- i am slowly but steadily working thru chapter 4 and getting comments like this shrimply makes my day.

first of all: I LOVE YOUR WILL THOUGHTS. PLEASE KEEP TALKING. i am ashamed to say that i forgot will existed sjdkfj but i do adore him and his funky ways and i am very [eyes emoji] about a teenage will herding his wee siblings of various ages around town while the adults follow behind and keep anyone from running off into the street. the entire team coming to his graduation........... oh weeps :') this is everything i adore. he'd be so gentle and caring with all of the kiddos but particularly the younger ones, and able to tease the older ones in such a specific Older Brother way. this is so!!! ough. i'm rotating a new plotline for will in my head as we speak.

second of all: you are SO correct about rebecca that is in fact EXACTLY how she's going to be once she finally meets the kiddos. and nora!!! nora my beloved. she and rebecca will be having a large role to play in this fic Mark My Words.

and third of all: please do not apologize, i adore hearing people's rambles about my fics and i cherish each and every comment with all my heart. and yes, we CAN agree on that. this little found family is very incredibly special to meeeeeeee. so much love to you right back!! <3

#ask #cartoonfantic8 #weeps. wails. thank youuu mwah #it's been so long since i spoke about this fic but do not fret! it is still near and dear to me!!#football kiddos au #ted lasso #sid speaks

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toomanyplotbunnies-sendhelp · 3 months

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Hello and welcome to Day 1 of "Let's Explore My Plot Bunnies"

This little bunny has been born today (while I was thinking of my other OLDER plot bunnies) and I don't that that much detail about it - like how would the story continue past the premise of it - so I thought this would be a good first plot bunny to begin with.

Edit: As of February 6th, this fic has a title:

"Shen Jiu's forceful adoption" (You don't choose family, family chooses you)"

Here goes nothing:

So, this would be a crossover between SVSSS (PIDW?) and MDZS, where Shen Jiu (the original goods) either runs away from Wu Yanzi or kills him before the Immortal Allience Comference where he meets Yue Qingyuan again. And so Shen Jiu just becomes a Rouge Cultivator (I wanna put forward that Wu Yanzi may have messed with Shen Jiu's head and made him believe that Qi-ge truly just left him behind and didn't care an ounce to come back for him, so Shen Jiu is not exactly in a rush to find his Qi-ge again)

During the first few months on the road, Shen Jiu ends up meeting (a three months pregnant), Cangse Sanren, and her husband Wei Changze. Shen Jiu is not really in the best shame when they meet (he is kinda feral and malnourished + has a distrust towards people a mile long), so of course WWX's parents are like "I am adopting this kid right now".

Since they are worried about Shen Jiu and they want to take care of him, both try to gain his trust, and after maybe half a year, they are somewhat close.

Needless to say, once Wei Ying is born, Shen Jiu is hooked since who can resist baby!WY. Like seriously - Shen Jiu may be a bit too mean sometimes (which is mostly due to trauma and the fact that ancient China had no way - to my knowledge - to treat PTSD) but he ain't someone who would ever be capable of killing a child (I shudder when I think that Shen Jiu and Yue Qingyuan may have seen more children die/suffer than be born in their life).

So this basically ends with Shen Jiu gaining a family, Wei Ying having a big brother that is very protective of him (watch out LWJ) and, in Cang Qiong Sect, we have Shang Qinghua (aka Airplane) who is very much freaking out because "the Scum Villain is nowhere to be found, how is the plot supposed to progress now System".

Small things to note:

• Shen Jiu is about 14 when he meets WWX's parents and 15 when Wei Ying is born - which means when Cloud Recess happens Shen Jiu is in his 30s (tho he still looks like a 20 years old man due to cultivation)

•As a child, Wei Ying couldn't pronounce Shen Jiu's name, so he called him Sè-ge (瑟) which means "zither"; Shen Jiu does in fact learn and (tries to) teach Wei Ying how to play this instrument while he is growing.

•I have no idea how to handle Cangse Sanren and Wei Changze tbh. I kinda want them to remain alive (albeit very injured) after that Night Hunt just so that Shen Jiu isn't alone in taking care of Wei Ying and himself.

•I want Lou Binghe to be a Bai Zhan Desciple in this AU and both him (+ a few other deciples) and Liu Qingge to be present at Cloud Recess just to have them meet Shen Jiu (sorry Binghe, you are literally Wei Ying's age (if not a bit younger); Shen Jiu won't look at you. Liu Qingge on the other hand.... (¬‿¬) )

•Shen Jiu, upon meeting the Jins the first time: "I don't trust you. Get the hell away from me and my brother Satan."

•Shen Jiu immediately after Wei Ying is born: "I only had Wei Ying for less than 5 minutes but if anything happens to him, I will kill everyone here and then myself."

•Shen Jiu, after realizing LWJ likes his little brother: "I will be watching you very closely, mister. Don't you dare try anything with my little brother"

And this is all I have for this Crossover AU.

So what do you guys think?

Good? Bad? Very much looks like my brain is on Crack? (I personally agree with the 3rd one)

Either way, I will be stopping here for today, but if I get any more ideas for this specific au, I will try to expand on it. (I am 89% sure I will be expanding on it at one point or another)

Till next time,

TooManyPlotBunnies - Send Help

#shen jiu #mdzs #svsss #fanfic ideas #plot bunny #I swear to god they multiply #Let's explore my plot bunnies #wei ying #crack idea #how did this happen #idk

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merv606 · 8 months

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In chapter 43 of A Seduction, Terry doesn’t want Daniel to tell his mom about Terry, or “them”. Why? They’ve been together for what, a year now? Is he afraid he doesn’t have enough control of Daniel even now? Or that his mom will convince Danny to leave Terry or something? Daniel’s so isolated, poor thing : /

No, it’s be coming up on about 6 months, give it take.

Ignoring his official birthday, the KK3 wiki says he was 17 - me sign the tournament would have been in December before he turned 18.

Originally I was going on him being 18 in KK3 turning 19 - considering his official age and the fact he leases a building for their business - maybe they made an exception where he was still 18 and the returning champ or it was 18 and under that year - with Terry reconnecting shortly after the tournament / say Spring of 86 - early March maybe.

But given the canon cocaine issue - I’ll say 17 in KK3 and turned 18 right after the tournament - Terry took that year (86) hitting bottom and getting clean - so reconnects early 87 - so he’s 19 going on 20 in the fic.

The chapter mentions an end of summer bash so it’s late august, early September, so you’re looking at almost 6 months for them.

The reason he didn’t want Daniel to tell his mother about his last time he asked - when that was was never specifically mentioned in the story but at that time it would have been due to Terry wanting to make sure his hold on Daniel was stronger - unbreakable.

When Daniel mentioned asking his mom about the medical proxy documents - and Terry said no, there were a bunch of factors.

One - his mom didn’t know about them and to be introduced to Terry only to then find out about this older man wanting control of Daniel like that, would defiantly cause her to question some things.

The cabin trip served a few purposes - not just for Terry’s own sanity after the attack, but it was for Terry and Daniel to have a lot of alone time. This would allow Terry to tighten his grip away from any distractions - and for Daniel to sort of gain some confidence in their sexual relationship - once again, away from any outside influence. There are some things that he struggles with, I’ll say for lack of a better word, or maybe deep down subconscious reservations, so this was Terry having him see what the world he can create for them will be like and the power Daniel has in it.

We can see how, he’s a bit more assertive now and asking for things - already planning a family too.

Terry knows Daniel is his now, through and through, and to be honest, he wouldn’t even let Daniel leave now, anyway. So, he sure as hell wouldn’t allow anyone else to tear them apart.

He’s prepared to take care of any perceived threats to Daniel and their relationship.

He know the hold he has on Daniel is stronger than what he has with his mom and that he would choose Terry.

Terry now, has a plan, explained in the next chapter, I think, about getting her to come stay with them in Paris.

She’ll see how happy Daniel is and that he’s Pershing something he loves - a passion of his - which is all due to Terry’s influence.

He wants to start off on the best foot - and although she’ll know he is trying to dazzle her - she’ll see that he has been good to Daniel - and the life he’s providing.

He is isolated BUT canon Daniel doesn’t have many friends either - basically his mom and Miyagi and his mom has been away from him for quite some time dealing with his uncle, so really, he’s only ever had Miyagi so Daniel now sticking to Terry, especially in Miyagi’s absence, isn’t too alarming.

Besides, he’ll be going to school and Terry will be playing the perfect boyfriend, and she will see how obsessed with each other they both are.

Daniel is already planning their family after all.

Which once again, back in the 80’s people generally did things faster than now.

You got married younger, you started your family younger etc etc it was what you did.

#ask #I got an ask 🤩#cobra kai #daniel larusso #karate kid #terry silver #silverusso #silverrusso #sugar daddy AU

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nerdflash · 2 years

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Part Four - It’s a Date

AN: Here’s Part Four of the Eddie Munson fic no one asked for. Here are the links to the other parts. Part One, Part Two and Part Three.

Synopsis: There’s more flirtation with Eddie and the reader is asked a question.

Word Count: 1.3k

You tried to keep Eddie from your mind over the next few days, but whenever you weren’t occupied with something, your head to seem to fill with an endless loop of his eyes and his smile. So when Sammy said that they’d be holding the Hellfire Club at yours for a couple of more weeks, till their old room was leak free, you felt nerves flash through your body.

Sure, Eddie was hot but you also wondered if this reaction to him was because it had been so long since you’d really socialized with anyone your age. But you knew the second time that Hellfire was held in your basement, that you definitely had a crush. Eddie was always trying to find a way to talk to you or finding any excuse to come upstairs in the hope of seeing you again.

On what would be the third and final meeting of the Hellfire Club, Eddie came over earlier to “set things up” but he sat and ate dinner with you and Sammy. Your younger brother gushed about how awesome the campaign was Eddie had been working on, and talked about school, with Eddie interjecting with tidbits of information about the “clones” that attended the school. Conversation always flowed much smoother with Eddie when Sammy was there, he was like a familiar anchor the two of you could cling to for safety.

You push your chair back and stand up to clear the plates as the doorbell sounds the arrival of the other guys. Sammy walks to the door with a grin on his face, as Eddie reaches for the glasses on the table.

“Oh, you don’t have to help..Go ahead and get started I don’t want a riot on my hands.” Eddie shrugged and offered you a smile, that instantly made your stomach flutter.

“It’s the least I can do…” The boys trail through the kitchen and you offer them a small wave, Gareth’s cheeks turn pink and Dustin’s face lights up.

“Eddie?...Here already…I wonder why?” He says in a teasing tone, Eddie scowls at him.

“Just go downstairs and set up.” You turn your back and suppress a laugh. Dustin is always teasing Eddie whenever he’s here. You hear the sound of the guys making their way to the basement, Eddie placing the glasses on the sideboard next to you.

Eddie is stood close to you and you wish you had the courage to close the distance and brush a hand across his, but you’re enveloped with nerves. He clears his throat.

“So, I was wondering…My band are playing at The Hideout on Tuesday, if you’re not doing anything you should check us out.” You turn to face Eddie, he’s so close you swear you’re going to pass out. Your whole body feels like it’s heating up and you exhale slightly and smile.

“Uh yeah, sure…Okay.” Eddies face lights up with a smile and you find yours growing in response.

“Great, we go on at 8pm. We usually pull in a good crowd of five…drunks.” Your laugh is sudden and loud and it makes Eddie’s chest feel light. For a moment, the two of you just stand looking at each other, Eddie moves closer and you feel the breath catch in your throat. He reaches his hand up to your face and brushes a piece of hair behind your ear. It feels like the world has gone silent and turned into shadow, you lick your lips and find yourself falling into Eddie’s eyes.

“EDDIE?” The pair of you pull apart as Dustin shouts his name, the sound of his feet running up the stairs. Eddie looks crestfallen.

“Dammit Dustin…I’m coming, okay?” You hear Dustin, turn and walk back downstairs. Eddie sighs and looks at you apologetically, his hand trailing down your arm and picking your hand up to give it a gentle squeeze. You feel your stomach flip over and come alight.

“So…Tuesday. It’s a date.” His smile makes you feel dizzy and as you watch him walk away, you feel your whole body hum at the memory of his touch.

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You gave yourself a once over in the rearview mirror before climbing out of the car. You’d noticed the sign for weekend help at the video store, when you passed by the other day. You were hoping you’d be able to find something soon, as you were growing bored of sitting around all day.

You pushed open the door and tried to ignore the flash of nerves that went through you, behind the counter you saw a guy and a girl who looked close in age to you and walked over. The guy who had his back facing the door, turned to face you, prompted by the girl gesturing with her eyes.

“Hi, I wanted to ask about the weekend position…Do you have an application?” The guy flashed you a charming smile and you felt your cheeks flush, wondering if you would react to all guys this way. First Eddie, now this guy. The pretty girl stepped forward and offered you a friendly smile.

“Oh my god, yes…No one in this town seems to want to work weekends, are you sure you’re up for it?” You glanced at the girls name tag, and nodded your head.

“I am desperate for work, it would be a huge help. At the moment, I spend the day driving around looking for work and living vicariously through my brother who’s at Hawkins High.” Robin laughed and grabbed a piece of paper and pen.

“Why don’t you jot your name and number down, and I’ll get Keith to give you a call and figure out some shifts.” You grab the pen and smile as you write down your information.

“Oh my god, that would be great, thank you so much…Hey, I’m still pretty new in town, do you guys happen to know where The Hideout is?” You push the paper back to Robin and see the guy, whose name tag reads Steve stand up straighter.

“Yeah, actually we’re going to see our friend Eddie play there tomorrow night.” You feel your cheeks burn at the mention of his name and a delighted smile spreads across your face.

“Oh, you two know Eddie?” Robin nods and offers you another friendly smile, but it’s Steve who speaks.

“Yeah, how do you know him? You said you were new, right?” You brush a piece of hair behind your ear and it brings back the memory of the trace of Eddie’s fingers.

“Oh, uh…Well my brother plays D&D with him..”

“Wait, is your brother Sammy?” Robin asks and you nod your head your brows furrowing together.

“Yeah…How do you know?” Steve folds his arms over his chest and rolls his eyes, despite his appearance when he speaks you can tell there is a level of affection hidden underneath.

“He’s come in with Dustin a couple of times. The little shit likes to come in here and use the computer sometimes.” You laugh softly.

“Yeah…Dustin is pretty confident huh?” Steve blows out his cheeks, his eyes widening.

“The kid could do with learning a little humility.” You exchange an amused look with Robin, who rests her elbows on the counter.

“If you like, I can call you later and give you directions…Or you could get a ride with us?” She glances at Steve as technically it’s his ride, she’s offering out but he just nods his head in agreement.

“Really? Thank you, that would be great…Sorry, I forgot my manners in all this, I’m Y/N.” The pair smile at you and give their names, even though you’ve read their name tags. Before you leave, you give Robin your address and she promises to get Keith to phone you about the weekend role. Feeling lighter, you drive home and feel your nerves lessen. Before today, you had images of either getting lost, or standing in the bar awkwardly and distant from others, at least now you’d have two people to go with and it would make the task of seeing Eddie less nerve wracking. At least, you hoped it would.

#Eddie Munson x fem reader #Eddie Munson x afab reader #Eddie Munson fanfic #Eddie Munson Fanfiction #Stranger Things Fanfic #Stranger Things fic #Eddie Munson #Joseph Quinn

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