#your parents raised you into an amazing man mark

[mrsmikaelsxn]

Promise Forever

masterlist 1k celebration

pairing: gilbert blythe x female reader

warnings: kissing, fluff

summary: after his father's death, gilbert travels the world and when he comes back home, he goes straight to your house to give you a gift - requested by anon

a/n: ugh i agree! the lack of gilbert fics makes me so sad because i love him and want to read more of him )): but thanks for requesting !

song: runaway - aurora

Dating Gilbert was amazing. He was such a lovely guy. Even your parents adored the boy.

He was so sweet, and you two had so much in common it was like you were made for one another.

Unfortunately, his father had gotten sick and later on passed away.

You, of course, were there to comfort him with open arms. When you were at his house one day, he told you that he wanted to explore the world for some time.

As much as it made you upset for him to leave, you supported him, as you always would. You assured him that you would be find, and that it would be a wonderful experience for him.

You spent the night with him, enjoying each other's presence before he left the next day. He promised to write to you about everything and you promised to write anything interesting that happens.

"Ughh," you groan dropping back onto Anne's bed.

You, Anne, Diana, and Cole were hanging out at the redheads house.

"Y/n? What's wrong?" Diana asks.

"I miss Gilbert, it feels like it's been forever," you sigh.

Cole frowns, "Well, he can't be gone for much longer, it's already been months."

Anne nods excitedly, "Exactly!"

You sit up and your mood brightens a bit, "I suppose you're right. Now shall we bake something?"

They nod and giggle as they go downstairs.

"Hi, Marilla!" you smile happily at the elder woman you've grown close with.

"Oh! Hello, dear," she smiles back.

"Hi, Ms. Cuthbert," Diana and Cole wave.

"Hello. What brings you all down here?"

"We were wondering if we can bake your famous apple pie," you clap your hands.

"Oh, how can I say no to apple pie?"

Gilbert runs a hand over his face as he sits on his bed next to Sebastian.

"What is the matter, my friend?"

Gilbert looks over to the man, "I miss my girlfriend," he sighs.

"Girlfriend?" He raises his eyebrows, "Is this the person you are always writing to? The one who send the letters that have you all red in the face."

Gilbert laughs, "Yeah, that would be her."

"Hm," Sebastian taps his knee. "You love this girl?"

Gilbert nods, "Very much so."

"So what are you doing here? Go back to her!"

"But..."

"Gilbert, you are a great boy. You love her and I see how upset you are without her. So go," Sebastian smiles at him.

"You're right," Gilbert falls back onto his bed.

You were reading your book when you heard a knock on your door. "Mom! Who's at the door?!"

She didn't hear you, apparently, because you got no response. You huff and mark your page, putting the book aside.

You get up and run your hands over your dress. You walk downstairs and to the door. You open it and you are crushed by a hug.

"Gilbert!" You squeeze him tightly in a hug. Both of your eyes water and you pull him inside, closing the door behind you. "I missed you so much."

"I missed you too, darling," he grabs your hands.

"How are you? How was traveling? How come you're back early? How-"

He cuts you off by kissing you softly. You melt into his hold and kiss him back.

You pull away and he grins. "I'm great, now. Traveling was eye opening. And I'm back early because I came home for you. I just got back and I came straight here, I haven't even gone to my own house yet."

"I love you so much," your lips curve into a bright smile.

"I love you so much more," he kisses your head. "I have something for you," he takes something out of his pocket.

You gasp as you look at the beautiful ring in his hand. "Don't worry," he laughs, "it's not an engagement ring. It's a promise ring. To remind you that no matter where I am, we are always forever."

"Oh, Gilbert, it's wonderful. Thank you," you blow out a breath.

He takes your hand and slides it onto your ring finger. He brings your hand up to his face and kisses your palm.

He looks up into your eyes with love, "One day, I'll replace that with a real ring."

#nina writes 🤭💗 #nina’s 1k celebration ❣️ #anne with an e #gilbert blythe #gilbert blythe x you #gilbert blythe x reader #billy andrews #anne shirly cuthbert #anne shirley #avonlea #london #diana barry #josie pye #ruby gillis #school #gilbert blythe imagine #gilbert blythe fluff #gilbert blythe oneshot #cole mackenzie

[mypoisonedvine]

In dark corners is fucking AMAZING… it’s insane. It’s too good. Died a little on the inside when I saw it’s the only Sirius fic you’ve written. So talented.

I know this technically wasn't a request and you may not even know I was about to do my sleepover but I decided I really ought to write another sirius fic! so, here's a drabble just for you with young!sirius just to mix it up <3

warnings: smut (18+ only please), oral f receiving, a bit of dubcon but it's just hesitance, shy!reader, teasing, sirius being cocky as fuck, discussions of arranged marriage, bi!reader, very brief implied homophobia (not by sirius of course) and mention of blood status discrimination

"Well, they didn't lie," he decided with crossed arms and a tilted head, "you are pretty."

You nervously wrung your hands, glancing down briefly at your leather loafers as they shifted slightly on the study's hardwood floor— freshly waxed, your shoes and the floor. Everything had been prepared so carefully for this moment, the moment that you were meeting the man that might (hopefully) become your husband.

Apparently, they'd told him you were pretty, but you figured that was only part of their long matchmaking speech: a good, pureblooded girl from a respected family, distinguished and ladylike, demure, and at the perfect age to bear children!

You got a speech, too, but you knew half of it was a lie. You'd heard stories about Sirius long before you were taken here to be presented to him: stories of a rebel, a wild young man up to all kinds of things he shouldn't be. It made you even more intimidated to be standing in front of him, watching the way he watched you.

"Th-thank you, sir," you mumbled quietly, finally reacting to his compliment, and he smirked just a bit.

"I hear you've got excellent marks at Hogwarts," he continued, "straight Os, no?"

You got excited to brag about that, and perked up: "Yes, sir," you agreed.

He frowned. "Seems like a waste," he said. You sighed, unsure how you could've disappointed him with that but too afraid to ask. "Don't you get up to any fun?"

You blinked quickly, unsure how to answer. "I read for fun, sir— mostly wizarding history but some stories, too—"

"Why do you keep calling me 'sir'? Do you think I'm your teacher or something?"; when you looked at him again, you realised he was standing closer than you thought. It made you aware of how much taller he was than you, how inquisitive his eyes were, how soft his lips looked—

"I'm sorry— it's just how I was raised, sir— er, Mister Black— I call any man 'sir'..."

"Well, I'm not much of a man, am I?" he noticed, smiling. "Only twenty-one. And you, barely finished with your final year of school— you're hardly a woman."

You swallowed thickly, feeling you'd disappointed him again.

"Your parents assured me, in fact, that no one had... made a woman of you, so to speak," he added. "I knew better than to believe that— parents never know anything. But looking at you now, how nervous you are... I almost could believe it."

Your face got warm, not sure exactly what he meant but certainly getting an idea of the spirit of it.

He stepped closer again, so close you could smell his cologne, and your heartbeat picked up. "So, when I ask what kind of fun you've gotten up to," he continued, voice lowered, "I don't mean reading dusty old tomes."

You dared to look up at him, your lips parting as you tried to think what you should say.

"Look at you," he chuckled mockingly, running his fingers over your jawline, "you've probably never done a naughty thing in your life."

Feeling defensive, you knitted your eyebrows and returned, "Have to!"

You hated how childish you sounded, but he seemed to like it— or at least be amused by it. "Prove it, then," he challenged.

"I— I kissed two different boys this year," you said proudly, and he put on an impressed expression.

"Two boys? In one year? Merlin's beard, what a slut!" he said sarcastically, and even if he was joking you tensed up at that word.

"I... I kissed a girl, too," you added more softly, and he raised his brows. "Eileen Walsh... a girl in my year, a Ravenclaw... it was her idea, but we kissed for a few minutes in a potions closet—"

"Hm, alright," he nodded, finally seeming impressed, "the potions closet is more naughty than the girl-kissing, you know. Where someone could've caught you."

Your face kept getting warmer as your mind split its attention between memories of Eileen— red hair tickling your shoulder, freckled fingers petting over your breasts through your sweater vest, shelves pressing into your back as she pressed into you— and Sirius standing before you now with his tongue darting out to lick his lips.

"If you only like girls, maybe we can make a deal then," he offered. "I'll agree to the marriage and if you want, you can go on kissing girls without any of the worry about your parents, since you've got a nice husband to keep them distracted—"

"N-no, I like boys too," you insisted, "I even... I let one touch me, you know... there."

His smile grew into a wide, toothy grin. "There, huh?"

You nearly jumped when his fingers brushed over your dress, starting at your side and trailing lower slowly— teasingly.

"Will you let me touch you there?" he whispered, lips right against your ear.

"I-if we're to be married," you mitigated, and he gave you a sort of offended look.

"So you'll let students cop a feel, but I can only touch you if we're engaged?" he noticed.

"Yes," you decided, "I should've— I should have never let them— but I was just so—"

"So... desperate," he finished for you as his fingers moved down your your thigh, teasing you with the possibility that he might really reach under your dress. "I can understand that. But if you're supposed to be my wife, I need to really see you, don't I?"

Your thighs pressed together. "See me?"

"Under your dress," he explained; you shivered a little.

"I— our parents are downstairs," you recalled, "in the parlour— if we tried to— they might—"

"Shh, they won't come up," he promised, his hand suddenly dipping under your dress' hem and grabbing onto your thigh; you gasped, your hands reaching up to hold his shoulders as he pet your skin just above the top of your stockings. "They want me to have time alone with you, to decide if I'll finally give in to one of their arrangements. As long as you can keep quiet, they won't know a thing, darling."

Darling. The way that made you bite your lip was proof of how badly you wanted to be his wife already, just to have him call you that again.

His hands suddenly moved up to the back of your dress, unbuttoning it. You definitely shouldn't have let him, but you were charmed in a way much stronger than a literal charm could do— you were already so eager to please him, maybe that was just the raised as much as your compulsion to call him 'sir'.

It wasn't much longer until your dress was on the floor around your loafers, and you were left in your bra and panties, plus the stockings of course.

"Saving yourself for marriage with a body like this," he clicked his tongue disapprovingly. "Now that's a shame."

"I'm sure my husband will appreciate that I waited for him," you decided, though your voice sounded shaky and breathless in a way you hadn't expected.

You gasped as he pushed you up against the credenza behind you, shoving some things off and out of the way so he could sit you on it and spread your legs. "Maybe I do," he admitted.

"S-so, you want to agree to the arrangement, then?" you realised, looking down at him with wide eyes.

He smiled at you, starting to hook a finger into your panties to pull them to the side. "If you please me," he bargained.

And a moment later, he dove in with a sloppy, hungry kiss to your cunt; whining right away, you found yourself arching your back up off the wall and tangling your fingers into his hair. "S-sirius!" you sighed. "I— oh, we shouldn't be— can't it wait until—?"

"Couldn't fucking wait," he responded before you'd finished (not that there was any hope of you getting that sentence out), mumbling against your sensitive skin. "Had to taste you, darling."

Every time he licked up your cunt, your whole body shook— you really had no excuse for being so sensitive, maybe it was all your nerves since you'd gotten to the Black residence... maybe it was that you'd been waiting far too long for someone to really pleasure you like this.

He hummed happily against you, moaned even, as he took tight grip of your thighs and suckled harder at your swelling clit.

"Oh, fuck—" you whimpered, feeling him smile when you said a bad word.

Apparently hoping to hear it again, he slipped two fingers inside you like it was nothing at all— because it was, with how wet you were.

"Fuck!" you yelped, fulfilling his wish, and he shut his eyes as he used his fingers and mouth in perfect harmony to absolute drown you in pleasure; it was only this one small portion of your body he was touching, but you felt it all over you— gooseflesh, waves of shivers and shocks, your toes curling inside your fucking stupid loafers.

"Not too loud, darling," he reminded you with a smirk, breaking away from your clit but keeping his fingers twisting inside you.

"Oh, shut up," you hissed, grabbing him by the hair and guiding him back to his work. He could've punished you for your insolence if he wanted, taken his fingers away and only given teasing licks to your bud until you apologised, but instead he just smiled proudly and got back to it— if anything he was more aggressive than before, guiding you right to the edge as he speared his fingers harder and faster into you. "I'm— fuck, m'close, Sirius, please don't stop— g'na come, please—"

He moaned against you— what a lovely sound that was— and kept going even more fiercely until it all cracked and you were melting onto that credenza: drips of arousal ran down his hand and chin, down your thighs to stain your stocks, and he lapped at them with eager abandon.

"F-fuck, wait," you whimpered when it all became too much at once, pushing him away by that thoroughly-mussed mop of chestnut hair. He grinned up at you with a slick, shining smile, and you felt a bit embarrassed as you sobered up enough to realise how whorish you'd really been.

"Yes, I think this will make for a fun engagement," he deciding, still panting, still on his knees before you. "But, let's get you dressed before we tell the parents."

#30k sleepover #sirius black x reader #sirius black smut #request #marauders sirius x reader

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for asking someone to meet my twin brother when we’ve only dated for 2 months?

Okay, I know my situation is crazy but bear with me. I (23F) love and absolutely adore my older twin brother (by like a couple minutes but who cares), A (23M). I’m not kidding when I say that A is a saint. Like seriously, he is the best person ever, and that’s not just me being biased. He pretty much raised and protected me growing up after our parents died, gotten both me and him to a safe position in life pretty much all by himself, has so many friends and was there for every major event in both theirs and my lives (he’s made time for every birthday, graduation, etc), and is generally such a great and accomplished man. He has like 90% of any good trait you can think of. Overall, I’m so grateful for his existence and for being his sister.

Anyways, a running joke amongst me and my friends is that my brother is every male bisexual’s dream man. Why, you ask? Well, because 4 of my now exes broke up with me because they fell in love with A.

I tend to date around, and go on dating apps (so none of my 4 exes knew about A before we dated). These 4 times were the only times I actually dated for more than a month (kinda hard dating market nowadays). Here’s the timeline of what happened those 4 times:

I and a guy meet up on a dating app, chat, make date plans.

2. Go on a couple of dates, get closer over 2-3 months

3. Go formally meet my brother (cause he’s literally the most important person in my life, so we HAVE to get his approval if we’re going to take this further)

4. Ex falls in love with my brother’s charm and end the relationship weeks later because “I keep thinking about your brother”

For the record, A has no idea that 4 of my exes fell in love with him, he just knew that “we broke up for some reason”. And I’m never letting him know the truth, because I really do not want to hurt him nor make him feel guilty for something that’s not at all his fault. He’s an amazing man, again, so I’m not as upset about this as I probably should be. Ultimately, the breakups hurt at first, but honestly after the 3rd time, it was kinda funny because of how absurd it was ngl. DO NOT accuse my brother of stealing my boyfriends by the way! He’s openly on the aro spectrum so like he has no motive to do such a thing.

Anyways I got to the 2nd month mark with my now boyfriend, T (22M), who’s more questioning in terms of sexuality btw. I got around to asking him to meet my brother in person, because if you’ve seen the same thing happen 4 times, might as well cut to the chase. He said it was a little early to talk about meeting the family. I explained to T my situation, and my reasoning for doing it early. T was really weirded out by this and said that there was no way he would fall for A. I told him that I wasn’t trying to accuse him of anything, but he was pretty pissed off and left to cool off. Now it’s really awkward between us.

So I wonder, AITA for asking my boyfriend to meet my brother early, with all the above information?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[secretivemessenger]

I can't stop thinking about the dilf bottom reader concept with Kuroo (I admit I go wild for him), like Kuroo is 23 and the reader is 38. Kuroo might say something like “does daddy dearest love this fat cock stuffing you full?" I can't stop thinking about the scenario. I would like you to write this, you can add your own plot

Daddy’s Man

Top kuroo x dilf male reader

Rating: NSFW

Warnings: Age gap! Single parent reader! Power bottom reader! Daddy kink! Rough sex

Note: i gave this my own twist

Minors and female aligned DNI

College man kuroo would be attracted to you at first sight , seeing you pick up your two seven year old children from the elementary school nearby college

Your shirt that looks rather tight because of the muscles pressing on it , you had many amazing features but the one that stands out more than anything is your personality , the way you would act with your children , you tough yet sweet face

All of this awoken something in kuroo something he never knew he had , he wanted to talk to you so bad but he never did , he couldn’t , and so all he could ever do is fantasise about all the things he could do to you

Kuroo was walking aimlessly on the park too lost in his thoughts , you fill every bit of his brain all he could ever think about is you

How you would look like on top of him , under him , how would your expression be when he fills you up to the brim with his seed , how would you be like when he’s fucking you against the door while your children on the other side questioning the noises

He would absolutely love to be tied up and blindfolded to a chair have you overstimulate his cock , teasing him none stop , making him beg to have his cock inside you

“your gonna make daddy feel good won’t you” you would say when you finally got his cock all the way inside , you would ride him at such a fast phase going up and down screaming his name , tightly gripping at his hair pulling it back , you attacked his neck with your harsh kisses sucking on his Adam apple leaving red and purple marks

Kuroo thrusted up at the same pace as you moves , making you see stars ramming that one spot inside of you making you cum all over your stomach , he somehow managed to get his hands out of the tie thats around his hands

Kuroo took a hold of your waist , you didn’t have time to question anything before kuroo started raising your body up and down his cock , completely ramming your insides , his cock rearranging your insides you can even see it bulging on you stomach showing how deep he’s inside you

“Oh god yes” You cried out for his when he pressed his fingers against the bulge you clenched your hole tightly your body shaking as kuroo stood up and moved to the wall , he took a hold of your thighs and pulled them up around his waist

His hand rough around then already leaving red marks , his hard thrusts determined to milk you from every drip of cum you have “how does daddy feel having his insides ravaged by little old me” he said “i love it your doing a great job continue please” you moaned out for him

And he obeyed thrusting up violently , you held into his shoulders digging your nails into his back , tears of pleasure spills it’s like your on cloud nine

“Kuroo fuck i… i want my ball back” hearing this with his real ears he was drawn back to reality , infront of him stood a kid , and when he looked down he noticed the ball near his feed

“Hear ya go kid” kuroo said as he kicked the ball back to the child “what do we say when someone help us” a sound came from the background , He turned and there you are standing with another child “thank you” the child said before running back to you

You turned to leave but kuroo stoped you “wanna have dinner sometime”

#bottom male reader #male reader smut #x male reader #smut #anon reply #kuroo x reader #haikyuu kuroo #kuroo drabble #haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu!! #kuroo x male reader #dilf reader

[notreallybutseriously]

Shout out

To the step fathers out there.

I was the second girl birth of a first born son in a very traditional Mexican family. My birth was tangled with mixed emotions. "Its" healthy. They said ." it will be a boy next time" the more optimistic would say. Truth be told ,my father's "love" was there. Subtle. quiet. What was louder?? For 14 years? I wasn't a boy. I wasn't acclimated to sports. "Just another girl" was a motto. A reference to me.

Devastation isn't even a word I could use to cover how I felt growing up. Trying so hard for his approval but never hitting the mark.

Eventually the parents divorced. "Dad" married a malignant narcissist 8 years younger who corrupted my younger siblings and caused my older one to commit suicide 18 years ago. One of the younger ones died of a meth induced asthma attack. Trying to cover his rejection wounds with drugs. ( he was a boy yes. But he wasn't healthy. My father was dissapointed in his weakness. )

20. Suicide. 23 drug death.

My mom married my step dad in 2008. This man has stepped up in loving me. Raising me. Helping me to grow emotionally. He has been a rock to my mom. And everything she deserves. Amazing is an understatement when it comes to his grandpa abilities with my babies. He just loves us. He celebrates my 4 girls where my Mexican family rejects them.

I just wanted to acknowledge all the men who stepped up to love daughters who needed it.

Sorry for the length. I just needed to get this off my heart.

I love you dad (david) I don't need your DNA to feel your love.

Thank you.

[nyanggk]

♡ ✒ TROPETEMBER SPECIALS ♡

• .*▪︎ red thread ▪︎*. •

jay x fem!reader

trope 5 : soulmate!au, romance, royalty!au, fantasy (kind of)

warnings : profanity (1)

“jay, watch out!” his mother screams as she pulls her son to the ground and then afterwards hugging his shaken figure while she covers him with her body in order to hinder the carriage from hurting him.

just then a beautiful lady around a few years older than jay appeared out of the said carriage, looking at them with worry and fear stricken eyes. however, as she went to saunter forward, she came to a sudden halt as she looked at her ring finger in amazement, much like what he was doing inside the arms of just mother. she looks to be searching for something— for someone, and that was all jay needed to know that she was his.

but jay was a poor boy who’d just hit his 20's as he was looking for a job in another kingdom. having him and his family exiled from his home kingdom, they set off and went to yours in secret, wanting to get a second chance.

he wants you, that’s for sure. faith has sewn the both of you together and it’s only right for him to come forward, but he couldn’t, not with him looking like a slave. he wants to face you with his head held high, but he can’t because he’s nothing but. still, he looks at his ring finger and the enchanting castle where you dwell trying to form a plan in order to get in and ask for your hand.

strung together by the threads of faith, a visible red mark circles your ring finger— a sign that fate has already determined your destined partner. supposedly, the mark will feel as if it's burning if your other half is near, electrifying when you touch, and though you're never one to call yourself a masochist, you wish to feel love's pain.

you’ve already reached the age of thirty, anymore then you'd assume that your soulmate is dead. although there's no deadline to meet your spouse, it only took your parents seven months to meet each other. you're not too worried about him dying though as it's highly unlikely to happen since the elders say that if something as horrific as that happens then you'll feel a pain that resembles that of dying. so, now, you just hope that your soulmate would come faster and exactly 3 days later, that wish came true.

"your highness," your general bows down in front of you as you stay sat on top of your throne. "a king has come again to ask you for your hand." he informs.

"this again?" your voice booms from across the wide empty room, tone lacing thickly with annoyance as you twirl your hair along with your ring finger. "aren't i getting too old for suitors?"

"i most definitely don't agree, your highness." what he says makes you look up, brow raising in challenge and to ask him if he really just went against his mistresses words. "i think your highness' beauty rivals even the youngest in our kingdom."

"was that supposed to humor me?" you ask and he all but looks at you at a loss for words. everything seems to always be on ice with you these days— especially since you've been feeling the line on your finger tingling all morning.

"well then," you pick up, mood changing as you stand up. "let's hurry and accommodate our dear guest, shall we? we wouldn't want to be called unwelcoming."

"right, your highness." he says before straightening his posture and saluting to you.

the whole castle began to busy themselves upon hearing the order of a guest coming, and a king at that. you watch them with amused eyes as your servant ushers you into your chambers to get ready.

“you all are getting too excited,” you say in a soft voice, watching as she holds up two extravagant looking ball gowns that had multiple puffs and layers on it, making you cringe. “I'm sorry if i disappoint you all.”

you know the reason of their enthusiasm to work. It’s because the presence of a new man in your kingdom can mean that they’ll finally have a king. your people yearn to have one— not for them but for you. they all feel for your want to meet your soulmate. some may even say that they’re more desperate to find him than you are. everytime the announcement of new suitors came, they always become avid and yet, you continue to disappoint them.

choosing a plain dress that fitted your liking, you slide the clothing on afterwards reaching up to adjust the crown that sat on top of your head before nodding at your servants that you were ready. 

“you come from… where?” you hear the voice of your knight question.

you hear the man clear his throat but as he went to speak, his eyes caught sight of you coming into his view. you watch him straighten himself up, now completely turning all of his attention to you as he bows down awkwardly and you cant help but to look at the loud burning on your ringer in amazement.

‘this is him?’

and it's as if rings started clanging, confirming your hunch.

“y-your highness!” your knight says in a surprised tone as he too, bows in respect.

you eye the said “king” noting how completely unfamiliar he is to you as you’ve never even seen him before at any grand meetings. not only that but you've never seen a king wore something so… tacky. despite that, you had no choice but to ignore this 

“this is king jay of… seattle?” your knight announces in a weird tone and you can't help but mimic his tone as never in your life had you heard of that country before but you aren't able to dwell on it further when at the mention of his name, goosebumps arise and it makes your spine tingle.

you only nod before telling your knight to leave, wanting to be alone with the man who u assume to be your destined other half.

“my name is queen y/n,” you announce, bowing curtly as you spread your gown in respect before continuing, “a pleasure to meet you.”

“I— my queen,” he stutters out before bowing in the same manner as how he did before, however when he rises again, his hair flocks his eyes and all you wanted was to wave them back. “It’s nice to meet you too! b-but i–  shit.” he cuts himself off with a profanity.

you raise your brow in question, both amused and in wonder. “i didn't think my king held such barbaric tones.” you say with a small laugh.

“I don't!” he denies. “i'm sorry. i- im just a mess right now, but my queen, i have something that im desperate to confess."

“what is it?” you ask in curiosity as you take a step further, ring finger burning immensely as it orders for you to touch him, but of course, you don’t, wanting to respect his space when he hasn’t established his want for you.

“as you can probably tell, i'm no king and i'm certainly no noble figure. i just pieced together this stupid costume so i could impress you and not look like a pile of rags, but it’s killing me having to lie to you.” he says feeling desprate and ashamed. “i'm a slave and an immigrant. i'll only be bringing shame to your name if i associate myself with you, but i just have to come and tell you that… that I'm here. you must've been waiting so long for me, my queen  and I'm sorry for that.”

you nod at his words in understand, not fazed by the confession one bit like he thinks you'll be. you're king is underestimating you but you'll let it pass. it's him after all. “there’s no need to be sorry. in fact, i don't care if you’re no king or noble. i wouldn't have you any other way, my king.”

he stares at you agape, mouth hanging in shock when hearing your words as if you accepting him was so impossible. “y-your king?”

leaning closer, you place your hand under his chin to close his mouth, a small chuckle making its way past your lips in amusement and happiness. “yes, my king. would that be okay?”

jay’s skin fires up at your touch and he’s unsure whether it’s your bond’s doing or you in itself. when your hand doesn't leave his face and instead, goes to cup his cheek as you pull him closer, jay practically melts. 

“o-of course,” he curses at himself for stuttering as he had initially planned to show you that he can be a capable, strong man. but all his efforts are just in vain because with you, everything becomes transparent. “i’ll be your king.”

cheering, you grasp his face closer to the point where your noses were basically touching and all jay can do is swallow the thick saliva that's formed while he blushes. "fantastic! we shall go out at dawn and announce our wedding."

"wedding?!" he exclaims, making his nose bump with yours.

are you really not ashamed of him?

you only reply to jay with an enthusiastic nod, smile so radiant it feels like he could easily forgot his fear of huge crowds.

"o- okay." he gulps accompanied by a determined nod. "let's do it."

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“When he was seventeen, Sirius had the dark mark branded into his arm. Came back to Hogwarts after winter hols with his skin still stinging, still raw red. An honour—an honour, to be chosen so young. And a coincidence, surely, that only three months before his parents had caught him with the gardener’s son, confirming all their worst fears about their beloved heir. All the things people had been whispering, already, when he grew his hair too long or talked the wrong way or walked the wrong way or stood the wrong way—all the signs that Sirius didn’t understand, didn’t know how to hide, couldn’t figure out how everyone else had looked at him and decided things that he didn’t even understand for himself.

“They’ll make a man of you,” his father said, gruffly, staring down at the fresh wound on his son’s arm.

And they did.

They did.”

your interpretation of sirius makes me insane!!!!! it broke my heart oh my god!!!! i love sirius and your version of sirius always amazes me.

like,,,, i just love those insights into what is going on inside this selfish horrible little man and then getting sad about it lmao. since it almost doesn’t change anything, he still did it all, but i just think you show perfectly how he’s really stuck in this cycle, where it always starts with something like this, where he is a victim, and you do feel really bad for him, but then he always does something very Sirius and makes it someone else’s problem, not really stopping to think about his place in anything, or how he’s really affecting people beyond just guilt that he ignores. and you get annoyed because yeah he’s a prick but he can do better and he just isn’t

only this time he doesn’t get to just write himself off as unsalvageable, he has to stop being all “woe is me” and actually help people

(which is better for sirius’s health, or soul or whatever too)

i just love the complexity you add to these characters and the conflicts of interest like you’re so thoughtful about it and you make it so real!!

lol this was so incomprehensible but i just wanted to stop by and say your writing is brilliant!! <33

thank u!!! i love ur analysis lol i feel like ur picking up what i'm putting down etc.

like. yeah what i'm going for with sirius as a character is to show how anyone raised in a violent system [capitalism, fascism, etc] will be harmed by that system, and oftentimes there are very understandable ways in which we can see that harm and sympathize with a person who's been victimized by such violence. at the same time, being harmed by a system does not necessarily prevent someone from then becoming complicit or even actively supporting + benefiting from that system, and the fact that they, too, have been hurt by the system they're perpetuating does not change the material impact of their actions.

i think there's a frustrating tendency to try and label people as unequivocally 'good' or 'bad' in such a way that u can only have sympathy for good people, and never for bad people. and i don't think this is useful because the fact of the matter is there are plenty of 'bad' people who do harmful things and yet have been traumatized in ways we might be very sympathetic towards, and i think it's important to recognize that inherent humanity if we want to actually take effective steps to mitigate harm. like, the victim/perpetrator binary is not a useful political tool imo, and my goal with sirius as a character in this fic is to upset that binary. i specifically wanted to try writing a character who does horrible things that a reader cannot deny are horrible and yet at the same time the reader cannot help but sympathize with him to a certain extent, because that tension between sympathy and condemnation is something that we often need to navigate irl

#ask #wfrau

[msookyspooky]

What about prompt 30 - "Who did this to you?" with Billy and Stu? 👀 We love some protective bois 🥺

AHHHHH I'M SCREAMING OMFG YEESSSSSSS THAT ANGST IS AMAZING

"....Who did this to you?"

"The hell?" Billy muttured as he paused the movie while reclining on the couch. He looked at Stu with raised brows. "I thought your parents were supposed to be gone all weekend?"

Stu got up with a bewildered expression. "They are." He soon rolled his eyes. "Man, Ray or someone is fucking with us." Stu smirked and shook his head as he went to answer the persistent knocking at the door. "Hey, it's 1 in the morning so if this is a prank-"

He opened it and soon his face fell. His eyes wide and his mouth hung open as he saw you standing on his doorstep.

"YN?" He gasped out at the sight of you as you held yourself, tears streaming down your face as you meekly looked up at him.

"Well? Who is it?" Billy mumbled as he walked up behind Stu. Stu moved to let him see and Billy froze. He stiffened, stopping dead in his tracks in the entryway as you looked at him.

Rain was pouring down. You were soaked to the bone and hurting. Clutching your stomach in pain.

Billy quickly shoved Stu aside. "Well fucking invite YN in!"

You hesitantly came in, sniffling and trying to hold back a whimper as Billy moved out of the way and Stu closed the door.

"Babe, what happened?" Stu asked as Billy watched you intently.

You shook your head, unable to say anything as Billy ran a hand through his hair and Stu looked between you both. "I've got extra clothes. I'll go get them."

Billy's eyes darted to a mark on your jaw as his eyes roamed to your knees with scraps on them and then the way you clutched your abdomen. "...Get your Mom's kit too." He informed as he led you to the kitchen.

You followed him, still in shock over what happened as he led by the forearm to sit at the counter.

He gazed down at you with his brows furrowed and eyes searching you for an answer. "YN, what the hell happened to you?"

You shook your head. "I...I-" You trailed off before hissing in pain as you adjusted in your seat. "....I got my ass beat okay?"

He scrunched his brows at you, his eyes watching you intently as he listened. You sniffed and shook your head in disgust.

Stu came in with the spare clothes. An oversized shirt of his and some boxers as he handed them to you, he looked even more worried than Billy.

"Here, baby...You need help?"

You shook your head as you tried getting up to go to the bathroom before groaning in pain. Stu helped steady you as a tear streamed down your cheek. You hit the counter in frustration. "I hate myself right now! I feel so fucking ashamed and embarrassed and hurt! I trusted her-"

Billy interrupted you, his voice more gentle than usual. "Shh...Hey, we can talk about it later. Go get dried off and if you need help getting patched up; call for us."

You nodded before going off to the bathroom. Changed, your wet clothes in the shower floor and the new clothes Stu gave you. You shuffled out with the kit. They both anxiously sat on the couch waiting for you.

"I need help with a mark on my back I can't reach. " You handed the kit to Stu and sat next to Billy. He gently lifted your shirt and you could feel his fist clench with your shirt in his hand.

A tense silence etched on before a low growl immited from him. "...Who did this to you?"

You bit your lip and hung your head. "My best friends new friend group." You sucked in a shaky breath. "Is it bad?" You mumbled.

"...Nah. Just need to clean it. " Billy lied as Stu handed him some peroxide and gauze.

Stu shook his head as he saw the bruises on you, his voice rising in anger. "So they jumped you? They fucking jumped you?"

"Apparently I'm a giant fucking joke to them. My 'friend' lured me out there to the ones house down the road and before I knew it I had 5 people on me...It happened so fast-" You whimpered the last part despite yourself.

Stu's entire demeanor changed. Everything about him changed as his face twisted into a glare. You were sure Billy was the same as your back was to him. He finished and put down your shirt as you tried holding back your tears.

"I'm sorry but you were the only house I knew on this road. The guys and girls kicked me and hit me and left me in the yard in the rain-" A sob escaped you and Stu instantly opened his arm to you. You cried on his shoulder as he held you.

"She just watched them do it. I got beat up by the richest kids in town and-"

"You got jumped, YN. There's a big difference." Billy growled out.

Stu added. "And you tell your so called friend to keep her ass away or maybe she'll get jumped too."

"We've been friends since 6th grade, how could she do this?" You cried as Stu rubbed your back.

"She's not your friend, YN. We are...Sid and Tatum are." Billy mumbled, saving himself with the last part.

"T-They told me they'd do it again if I'm ever alone. I can't go to the police because the ones Dad is the Sheriff! They'll never beileve me!"

"Jennifer Burke?"

You nodded and Billy gave a bitter huff. "Of course that sluts Sheriff Burke's daughter. Go figure."

Stu and Billy exchanged glares while you cried. Stu kissed your head, "Hey, it's alright. One day her Daddy won't be there to protect her."

Their threats went right over your head as you let go of Stu. His shoulder wet and a bit of blood from your lip on his shirt. "Oh god, I'm sorry."

Stu shook his head and forced a smile. "Babe, a little bit of blood is just an accessory to my wardrobe at this point-"

"From the pranks. Corn syrup." Billy saved, giving Stu a dirty look before putting a hand on your shoulder. "YN, she won't bother you again...If she does, hit her."

You looked at him. "I can't-"

"YES, you can!...Hit her as hard as you fucking can as many times as you can till they get the point. That's the only thing people like her understand."

You shook your head with your lip wobbling. "...I can't. I just..." You trailed off. Still in shock over it all.

He sighed heavily and rubbed your shoulder. "It's alright."

"Can I use the phone? I don't want my parents thinking I skipped curfew."

Stu nodded. "Of course, sweetheart. Go right ahead...Billy and I will uh...We'll give you privacy." He motioned with his head to the kitchen and Billy got up to follow.

You called your parents, oblivious to their conversation near the counter.

"...They're fucking dead. I'm gonna string those bitches up for this-" Stu hissed before shhed him.

"SHH!....No shit. But we can't do it right away...We gotta wait it out...Pick them off one by one. Save the Sheriff's cunt daughter for last."

Stu gave him an outraged glare. "She's the one we need to get first! Her and her fucking ugly ass boyfriend."

"No. We gotta save the most protected one for last!...Best for last."

Stu stared at him, rage on his face before nodding. "Okay."

Billy nodded at him too. "Okay...Wait a week. Go after the weakest link."

Stu smirked. "Easy. Troy is by far the biggest ass kisser in that group. Think one of us can convince him we want to hang out and smoke with and get him off alone?"

A slow sadistic smirk pulled at Billy's mouth. "...That's a plan...I bet I can convince Tabitha Strafford I want to fuck her and we can hang her off the water tower."

Stu grinned with a dark chuckle. "Hell yeah, man."

"Hey-" The both turned to see you standing near the entry way. They held their breath as you spoke. "My parents didn't answer..."

They released a breath. Stu grinned at you. "You can stay here! Folks aren't gonna be back all weekend. You can sleep in my Mom and Dad's bedroom and call your parents in the morning."

You cringed. "I don't know...They'll flip knowing a I stayed at a boys house with no parents here and skipped crufew."

Billy tilted his head and gave you a deadpan expression. "YN, when they hear your side and see the bruises; they'll understand."

Stu looked at Billy subtly. "They might as well be brain dead if they don't..."

You mulled it over before nodding. "Okay...Only if it's not too much trouble."

Stu laughed. "What? Girl, hush. Seriously, we were just about to watch Pumpkin Head."

Billy smiled at you. "You might as well. It's awful out there."

Stu added. "And Billy's Dad dropped him off here and I have no gas in my Dad's car. I think he does it on purpose so I have to stay put while they're gone."

You gave a slight smile. "Okay...Thanks."

Billy walked up to you, putting a hand on your shoulder to gently push you towards the living room. "Come on, kid. Stu will put on some popcorn and well make a night of it...And trust me, you'll forget all about them."

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[royalwriteroftheuniverse]

I Will never Forget He Never Did Either....

TRIGGER Warnings: death of a parent mentioned grieving sadness other than that angst and fluff and cake. Pick your Chris (pay attention to the cutie above)COMMENTS &REBLOGS WELCOME do not post or republish or translate anywhere

It seemed like everyone forgot, including my dad who ignored the day ...everyone...everyone except Chris.

Sure I never marked it on Facebook or social anymore it hurt too much (I dont care about social anymore anyway im never in it) but still... to have my dad pretend like it wasn't anything was heartbreaking seeing everyone forget wondering if that always how or if sometimes its not.

But it didnt change the fact that like I said everyone seemed to forget....everyone except Chris. He didn't say anything to me or text when he was away on this take hed never call or text about it but he was extra sweet. Extra caring.

To be honest I thought he forgot just like everyone else does a year so after someone looses someone. Thier birth stories are forgotten thier births are forgotten. But today Chris was extra sweet we both knew new why he was so cuddly in between shooting scene pulling me in his arms.

"Thank you."

I muttered one time in between shoots. He shook his head.

"You never have to thank me."

He was done shooting at a decent time. We got some takeout and went back to his place. I dont know how that man could be so sneaky but he could. He had a cake and we, well he cut two slices one for him and one for me I assumed, but we only took one out of the cake that we were sharing playing war with with our forks and I dont know how he did it or when but I suddenly saw the candle was lit. He silently got up and opened the window in the room. It was on the otberside, but still it was a nice night still and there isn't eally any breeze just a perfect light coolness. In the air but no breeze at all.

"Do you like the cake?"

"Mhm," I said putting some in my mouth.

" I wasn't sure what to get."

" To be honest I wouldn't either. I think my mom always got whatever she thought I'd like. She always put me first for everything."

"Well she raised an amazing daughter."

I couldnt help the tears that came to my eyes.

"And I bet you she always knew, and is so proud"

He bumped my shoulder playfully to try and get me to smile

"I wish I could've met her."

"Me too."

"But I know she is proud of you and I'd tell her I'd take the best care of her daughter I possibly could and how much I love you. Did she ever say if she liked my movies or no?"

"You know I dont know. One movie ai thought you were such an ass. She did say that I learn to love chest hair on men."

"Oh yeah? Is there a verdict?"

"I love you how you are."

"What a coincidence I love you too." He was leaning into kiss me (so was I to be honest) when there was a sudden woosh we looked up both of us confused. Then he put a smile on.

"I guess someone approves of us."

He was leaning into kiss me(so was I to be honest) when there was a sudden woosh we looked up both of us confused. Then he put a smile on. "I guess someone approves of us."

P.O.V. change

Chris wondered if the person or thing that blew out the candle on a still night knew about the engagement ring he was hiding on his sock drawer.... and if that was thier permission to him...

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[royalwritersoftheuniverses]

I Will Never Forget. He Never Did Either

TRIGGER Warnings: death of a parent mentioned grieving sadness other than that angst and fluff and cake.

Pick your Chris (pay attention to the cutie above)

COMMENTS &REBLOGS WELCOME do not post or republish or translate anywhere

It seemed like everyone forgot, including my dad who ignored the day ...everyone...everyone except Chris

Sure I never marked it on Facebook or social anymore (I dont care about social barely on it) but still... to have my dad pretend like it wasn't anything was heartbreaking seeing everyone forget wondering if that always how or if sometimes its not. But it didnt change the fact that like I said everyone seemed to forget....everyone except Chris

He didn't say anything to me or text when he was away on this take hed never call or text about it but he was extra sweet. Extra careing. To be honest I thought he forgot just like everyone else does a year so after someone looses someone. Thier birth stories are forgotten thier births are forgotten. But today Chris was extra sweet we both knew new why he was so cuddly in between shooting scene pulling me in his arms.

"Thank you." I muttered one time in between shoots.

He shook his head.

"You never have to thank me."

He was done shooting at a decent time. We got some takeout and went back to his place. I dont know how that man could be so sneaky but he could. He had a cake and we, well he cut two slices one for him and one for me I assumed, but we only took one out of the cake that we were sharing playing war with with our forks and I dont know how he did it or when but I suddenly saw the candle was lit. He silently got up and opened the window in the room. It was on the otberside, but still.n I was a nice night still and not really any breeze with a perfect light coolness. In the air but no breeze at all.

Do you like the cake? Mhm I said putting some in my mouth.

I was told sure what to get.

To be honest I wouldn't either. I think my mom always got whatever she thought I'd like. She always put me first for everything.

"Well she raised an amazing daughter."

I couldnt help the tears that came to my eyes.

"And I bet you she always knew," He bumped my shoulder playfully. "I wish I could've met her."

"Me too."

"I'd tell her I'd take the best care of her daughter I possibly could and how much I love you. Did she ever say if she liked my movies or no?"

"You know I dont know. One movie ai thought you were such an ass. She did say that I learn to love chest hair on men."

"Oh yeah is there a verdict."

"I love you how you are."

"What a coincidence I love you too."

He was leaning into kiss me(so was I to be honest) when there was a sudden woosh we looked up both of us confused. Then he put a smile on.

"I guess someone approves of us."

P.O.V. change

Chris wondered if the person or thing that blew out the candle knew about the engagement ring he was hiding on his sock drawer....

Taglist

@nana1000night @sapphire-rogers @hawkeyes-queen @sparklybarbarianninja @patzammit

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[multi-fandom-friend]

The ghouls when you’re upset

A/N: I’m doing male characters because I suck ass at writing about female characters unless someone gives me a prompt or idea. Also there’s a a considerable lack of writing for Mr. Zephyr and I’m deathly in love with him. Have fun! TW: Themes of anxiety and depression, and light swearing bc I’m born from old NYC raised parents.

☁️Zephyr☁️

☁️ he found you on the floor of your quarters, crying. He didn’t know why, and he didn’t care. You were crying and he was going to fix whatever was bothering you. ☁️ Luckily you caught him on a good joint day, so he bends down and scoops you up and holds you bridal style

☁️ he softly helps you change out of your uniform and into your pajamas. Even if it’s the middle of the day. Does he give a shit? No. His partner is upset. And again, he’s doing whatever he can. ☁️ he makes you your favorite tea. Don’t like tea? Coffee then. And he’s good at it too. Knows your recipe down to the milligram

☁️ once you’ve gotten your tea he’ll ask if you wanna talk about it. If you do he’ll let you vent and cry for as long as you need. Don’t wanna talk about it or are done talking about it? He will pepper your face, neck, and shoulders in small, sweet kisses. Almost like feathers.

🔥Sodo🔥

🔥 finds you laying in the shower crying and shaking, hops in. Clothes staying on and he’s grabbing onto you to make sure you get deep pressure therapy to calm you down

🔥 once you’re calm he’ll take you both out of the shower and change with you, then place you in bed and put your favorite tv show or movie on

🔥 he most likely has matching moth man onesies with you and you best believe he is wearing that shit to make you laugh

🔥 will give you prince (or princess) treatment until you feel better. 🔥 sister Imperitor will yell at him for neglecting his duties and he’ll simply tell her to go fuck herself

🔥 “SODO! Where have you been?! You’ve neglected all your daily duties” “And? Y/n had a panic attack. They’re more important than some stupid duties. And don’t even think about yelling at them. If you have such a problem with them not being done, go do them yourself. You hardly do anything around here. Now go fuck off.” 🔥 Copia was on his side and would not budge

🎸Swiss🎸

🎸 lover boy wakes up to you silently crying in bed and thinks he did something wrong

🎸 you just explain that you were stressed and everything got to be way to much

🎸 He texts one of the sisters of sin and asks her to make sure that someone takes care of both of your duties for the day and she happily obliges

🎸 the day is spent with you two lazily laying in bed, lazy kisses, him reading books to you, watching cheesy rom-coms, and you sketching something in your sketchbook and him putting little marks of his presence in the book

⛰️ mountain ⛰️

⛰️ this gentle giant finds you stressed in your room having a panic attack from all the work you had to do and picks you up, throws you over his shoulder, and brings you to his greenhouse

⛰️ He shows you all of his plants and lets you name some. He also brews some tea from herbs you want to try and it tastes amazing. It mainly consisted of lavender, black tea, and mint. ⛰️ if you smoke weed, he might let you have a hit to calm down. Just one. ⛰️ once the day is done outside, he brings you inside and smothers you in kisses and cuddles. Will not let you get up. At all. No questions asked.

🌧️ rain 🌧️

🌧️ rain found you in the band room taking your anger out on your guitar, trying to learn riff after riff making your fingers bleed

🌧️ he snatches you up and pulls you down the hall to his room where he takes all the herbs out of his cabinet and throws them in the bath, and then undressing you and him and lays in the bath with you, his magic keeping the bath at the perfect temperature

🌧️ after your bath he brings snacks and wills it to rain so that the soft pitter-patter of the rain can lull you to sleep

🪻 phantom🪻

🪻 he finds you in the den after his friends called him to help you. You were crying and barely able to breathe

🪻he plops you on his lap and uses his quintessence powers to pull the strings of anxiety out of your brain, one by one

🪻once he’s done he weaves happy threads into your head and you feel better instantly

🍁 ifrit🍁

🍁he sees you sitting by the fire without the smile you so normally fashioned and got worried. 🍁 he plops himself down next to you and nudges you so that you look into the flames

🍁 from there he paints various pictures into the dancing sparks and flames. They were so beautiful and they helped you to calm down

🍁once you felt a little better he gave you a big, wet kiss on the cheek to make you laugh and then gives you a proper kiss after

[foreverinthepagesofhistory]

hope you enjoy! This is the dinner scene that I had in mind. I wanted to incorporate Alix’s positive qualities. One of them being she’s loyal to a fault…you’ll see. I’ll write a bit more at the end! Enjoy my dear friend!

Alix found herself trying to calm her nerves the minute her father had pointed her to the table. It had been barely an hour after peters proclamation as heir, barely an hour of Alix’s mind replaying her horrible albeit smooth strandition of remaining frozen, as she peered into the soft blue eyes of Princess Leonor. Her heart still hand t recovered it seemed. And it never would. 

Alix could feel butterflies in her stomach, her whole body covered in nervous goosebumps as she had arrived at the dinner that served as a celebratory dinner for Peter. St. John had been right about the guest list, almost every foreign royal was in an attendance. 

“What’s the matter dear one?” The voice of her father brought Alix back to life and she only gulped, putting on a meek smile to appease her father, who was now eying her with such a critical gaze. She must have looked a sight. 

“You look like you’re going to be sick. You’re all pale child! You’re not feeling under the weather are you? If you are it is no deal. I’ll just make an excuse for you and you can match your way up to bed. I’m sure Peter-“ 

Alix shook her head, her green eyes wide but an endearing smile on her lips. “It’s quite alright papa. It seems I’ve got the jitters. I’ve never been found so many foreign royals before. I wouldn’t know how to begin a conversation”.  

Something lit up in the kings eyes and he smiled softly at his daughter. In a fatherly gesture he carefully rubbed his daughters chin with his thumb finger before moving to point out a few things. 

“My first party was my own proclamation. My father didn’t bother to pep talk me at all of the ins and outs of small talk. I had hardly been out the door and I was bombared by so many foreign royals. Gustav of Sweden wanted to see my dance moves! Hard to believe hard to believe” the king stated at Alix’s raised brows. 

“His Majesty King Charles even wanted to know all about my new race horse I had imported from France. So many people and so little time. Which is why I am going to tell you a few tips my dear”. 

The room was bustling with royals, all nicely dressed and plates in front of them. 

Heeding her fathers words Alix watched as the king scoped through the crowd. “Your mother had taken it upon herself to have you sat with the Kings daughters, Felipe’s girls. I believe you were acquainted with them once when you were small. I don’t believe you remember much.  I promise they are smart and just as kind. Infanta Sofía just took the practice test for UWC and her marks were positively amazing. King Felipe gave me a rang and he was quite proud”. 

All through her fathers ramble all Alix heard was ‘the kings daughters’. It was a loop that never ended. It made her palms sweat and her heart race. She felt anxious, and on top of that she felt so out of place. Usually she thrived, excelled at meeting people. Was able to charm a room with her soft smile and charming eyes. But now as she eyed the table across from her, eyes the two girls who sat together smiling at something their mother said she felt nausea overtake her. 

Determined to not let this ruin her moment the princess listened to her father. “All you have to do my sweet is talk. You’re quite good at that. If you want I can introduce you. Make it quite simple for you?”. 

Usually Alix would take one listen to her fathers word and swat the man away, she was independent. She never needed anybody. Sure Peter was by her side almost all her life, but things had changed  when he became heir. Peter studied in a different environment, he was no longer in the same classroom as her. His schedule remained unchanged and she was made to rough it out at the school her parents chose. She was independent in the regard where she needed no one. 

Except now. Silently thanking her father to bits to which the king only  chuckled, stating  “of course darling! You’re my daughter!”. 

Next thing Alix knew her father was looping her arm through his and they were walking in the direction of the table labeled ‘realeza española’ in a perfect black font. 

holding tightly to her fathers arm enough that Alix  could feel her gold ring bands she wore start to prickle her skin, leaving a uncontrollable bruise that would no doubt form afterward. 

King Felipe was the first to notice them, standing up at once and bowing his head, a big smile on his cherry face. “Your majesty! Quite an event! I trust you are in high spirits?”. 

Her father reached out, moving to bow to the king of Spain before enveloping the man in a side hug, careful to not unloop Alix’s arm with his, as he could practically feel the nerves radiating from his second born. “It is a day to be grateful for! Filled with so much hope. I thank you for accepting the invitation! Oh Letizia you look lovely! Has my wife had a ch ace to converse with you? I believe she wanted to ask you a question about UWC I believe Alix was pondering what she should do next after her time at the Akademie”. 

It was a few more pleasantries before her father moved to unloop there arms, a silent signal that she was now about to be introduced. Alix drew in a quick breathe before putting on a charming smile. Her green eyes seeming to show such affection in them as her father spoke. 

“I believe I’ve spoken about my daughter before to you many many times Felipe. But it is one thing to be spoken about. This is my pride and joy, my second born, Her Royal Highness Princess Alix of Volograd”. 

Not expecting her full title Alix’s cheeks turned a bright shade of crimson, and her father noticed, chuckling alongside the Spanish king. 

Ignoring her father Alix eyed the Spanish king, making sure to curtsy correct enough and shake his hand with just enough a grip. “ un placer conocerle su majestad. He oído muchas cosas maravillosas sobre tu país.”  ‘a pleasure to meet you your majesty i have heard many great things about your country’ the Spanish flew of her lips in a haze of words, and for a moment Alix thought she had butchered so utterly bad that the king of Spain himself was trying to cover up how bad by not answering. 

But then the king smiled, wide and endearing and so much like her own father that Alix couldn’t help but take a shine to him. “Amazing. You have a gift for languages Your royal highness. It is a pleasure as well. Your father speaks so highly of you I feel almost as if we are old friends. Allow me to introduce you to my family. This is my wife, Letizia.”. 

Queen Letizia smiled widely and spoke in a rough Spanish accent as Alix curtsied, “you look so much like your mother!”. Alix thanked her and moved her eyes to Sofia, who stood next to her mother. 

Sofia’s smile was small but her eyes held such a shine to them. Extending her hand Alix spoke. “We should play some football. I hear you are exceptional your royal highness”. A hue of pink rose on both of the Infantas cheeks and she smiled, “of course. I hear you are quite good at equestrian racing. Perhaps we should give it a try sometime”. 

Alix nodded, “of course”. 

Her body was reacting before she even laid eyes on the firstborn. “This is my oldest daughter Leonor, she is just finishing up her last year at UWC and will be going back soon. She’s heard many good things about you. I believe you two will be great companions”. 

Alix felt her cheeks blush at the word ‘companions’: she tried to remind herself it was said in a fairly platonic way but her mind which was very very sapphic seemed to take it quite literally as it was put. 

The minute Leonor’s eyes peered into Alix’s it was like the whole party had disassembled, nothing but Leonor’s soft blue cotton eyes and pink gorgeous lips were all that Alix could see. Alix smiled, this time allowing her dimples to show and her teeth to shine. She curtsied, making sure to go as low as she could, while Leonor did the same. 

As soon as Leonor was back in her straight posture Alix moved to take Leonor’s hand in a gentle handshake, but surprised even herself when she drew Leonor’s hand to her lips, kissing softly before letting go. 

Leonor only smiled, that polite, brought up as an heir always smile type of smile. ‘I want your real smile’ Alix voice spoke in her mind. 

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you Alix. My papa speaks of nothing but great things of you. If I’m being honest I was hoping we’d be sat together. I’ve been wanting to officially meet you”. Leonor’s accent was smooth and crisp, still retaining the obvious Spanish charm, but it was also apparent that she had spent some time schooling it. 

At the princess’s divulgence Alix all but thew her fathers hand away, ready to be swept away by the dark blonde girl. Of course Alix felt herself smile before gesturing to the chair beside the table. “Shall we sit? I believe it will be a while longer till dinner is served”. 

Leonor agreed, moving to sit down and blushing quite a bit when Alix moved her chair closer, enough that their knees brushed against each other. In Leonor’s eyes Alix was sweet. She had caught a glimpse of the princess as she entered with her father, eyes holding so much confusion and fear as she eyed all the royals. Call it sympathy but Leonor knew how that felt. Knew how how out body that experience was, how she herself wished she could rein all the emotions in and out out the Borbón charm. 

Sofía had practically rambled on about how the princess of volograd had been ‘nearly passed out’ upon just eying Leonor during the ceremony. Leonor had laughed, swatted her sister with good humor. “The princess of volograd does not fancy me! She doesn’t even know me” she had rebutted. Sofia had eyed her with those brows, her hazel eyes peering at her sister. “You don’t have to. You can’t look at me and say you don’t think she’s cute. She’s hot. Very hot. And those eyes!” Sofia had went on, “I’ve never seen any royal have those deep a green! I felt like I was in the garden at the palace”. 

Leonor had allowed herself to agree, blue eyes watching the streets as they passed. She found herself eye to eye with Sofia, that obvious look on her features. She couldn’t keep a single secret from her. Allowing her guard down the princess spoke, blush on her cheeks and eyes closed in embarrassment and the divulgence. “She does seem very charming doesn’t she? I couldn’t help but notice how chivalrous she was with her cousins.”. 

Leonor was lost in thought as her mind thought back to Alix and her  baby cousin, how Alix had lead the baby out of the church and once away from all the counters of royalty had allowed herself to be more affectionate. She had scooped the baby girl up and tickled her so much the little girl had laughed so loud. It was cute. Heart wrenching. Maybe even crush inducing. 

Leonor was met with her sisters smile, that smile that seemed to convene ‘I know you better than yourself’. 

“So Alix. My papa mentioned that you enjoy fencing. How long have you been honing in the sport?” Sofia spoke breaking Leonor was from her through as she watched Alix who sat quite close. 

Alix moved to grab a grape from the fruit from the small plate given to the guest.  Leonor couldn’t help her eyes from watching as Alix popped the grape in her mouth, enveloping the grape with those perfect crimson lips. 

Sofia gave her sister a soft nudge of the foot, silently conveying to get a grip on her own fruitiness. 

Leonor blushed, eyes moving to her sister, tying to look as if she was really in the conversation and not dying of sudden gay panic. 

“My father put me in when I was five and I loved the sport so much I guess I never really gave it up” the princess admitted. Her green eyes glinted as she thought, and Leonor felt butterflies erupt when Alix bit her lip in thought. 

“Say…it doesn’t look like dinner will be served soon. Why don’t I show you around the palace. My father wouldn’t mind”. 

Sofia was the first to speak, her head nodding in rapid succession, “oh god yes! It’s boredom town in here…not to be rude” the youngest Borbón spoke, getting up from her seat. Leonor followed, eager to see just where this perfect princess came from, and why she was setting her heart into a panic. 

Sofia whispered in her fathers ear, and Felipe nodded, kissing her hand before waving goodbye. 

Sofia was all ready outside the ballroom, having sped walk out of the room so fast. Eager to get away from all the noise. Leonor ever the heir, said her goodbyes to her mother and father before turning to Alix, who waited for her with a small smile and a horrendously done on purpose head bow. 

Leonor noticed, a laugh falling off her lips. “You’re quite humorous your royal highness” she commented as they passed through the ballroom, bumping into many bodies who were much to busy to move aside for the heir. Leonor watched as Alix eyed a few teen boys, who held their chalices in hand and couldn’t seem to keep there eyes of a few of the other girls who were invited. Aristocratic kids of the kings circle that had to be invited as a formality. It was obvious the boys were crude from they way they spoke, fast German that from the way the boys eyes were glaring at the girls skirt wasn’t hard to understand. 

As soon as they were within seeing range Alix moved to intertwine her fingers with Leonor’s, holding tightly and moving her body to shield Leonor’s as they passed the rowdy crude boys who of course eyed Alix as they passed but got no eye full of the Spanish princess. 

That was the second time tonight that Alix had been chivalrous, going so far as shielding Leonor from the crude boys and even putting herself in the position to be ogled at.  To anybody else it would be no big deal, they probably wouldn’t even batted an eye. To Leonor who knew firsthand out it felt to be in the public eye felt a deep admiration and gratitude for the girl. I

When they were out of hearing range of the boys Alix spoke, giving Leonor a sheepish smile,  and moving away enough that Leonor missed the warmth that had came from the brush of Alix’s body against hers.  “Please accept my sincerest apologies I didn’t know my father was going to invite those boys. They’re friends of peters, well acquaintances. Please forgive me”.  Leonor halted, taking in Alix’s features. 

The girl’s face was concerned, eyebrows creased and eyes holding so much more knowledge than her own. Leonor didn’t speak a word of German, didn’t know the difference between basic German and Flemish. But it was obvious that Alix did. The way the princess’s eyes had hardened at the boys words, had hid Leonor away from the boys…like a fine jewl from thirst hungry thieves.  

Alix’s eyes were now on the boys, and Leonor watched as the boys downed there drink, this time causing so much ruckus that in the process they knocked over a servant, causing glasses to shatter everywhere, sharp shards of glass emptying into the marble floor of the ballroom. 

In an instant Alix was walking in the boys direction, hands at her side calmly but face set in determination and something else Leonor couldn’t put a finger on. Her energy was fiery and couldn’t be contained, she could see prince Peter from across the room, eyes rolling at the sight of his sister walking to the rowdy misbehaving boys. ‘Not now’ she could see the boy mutter. 

Alix was by the boys in a second, her German tongue spewing out so fast that Leonor had no idea what she said. The boys all shrub back, their eyes holding so much fear as the princess gave them their mind. They began to retaliate when the King stood behind Alix, eyes not had hard as his daughters but still a reprimanding glare.  The boys all apologized, all of them especially to the princess. 

The king took over, speaking to them in calm tones but nevertheless sternly. Alix then moved to help up the servant, who was busy picking up all the glass pieces, scrambling like some madman afraid to lose his job.  In an instant Alix was helping the servant, saying something Leonor couldn’t hear for it was whispered. But the sevant looked relieved, no doubt having embarrassed himself in front of all royalty. Leonor didn’t know what possessed her to do it, but she strode to them, moving her blonde strands behind her ear, her voice assertive as she spoke to the two. 

“What can I help with?”. 

The sevant looked flabbergasted, eyes wide, “P…princess Leonor..please don’t. It was my own misdoing I wasn’t-“ before the sevant could finish Alix spoke, her words harsh yet stern. “You didn’t do anything Steiner. Don’t you dare reprimand yourself as if your the cause of all this. Those boys were unruly and behaved like bar scum. Now you go on and take these  trays  inside. I’ll have father have another servant clean this mess. I want you to rest”. 

Steiner looked appalled, his mouth ready to prospers but Alix spoke again, this time softer, much softer, a kind smile on her lips. “It’s pointless to resist. Or I shall tell my father you’re not heeding the word of the princess”. 

Steiner’s shoulders sagged, all the fight in him left. His eyes carried relief in them and he bowed his head, pulling Alix’s hands in his own and kissing them once, “thank you princess. Your kindness is more than I deserve”.  Stringer then turned to Leonor, his head bowed. “I thank you for your support Princess. The Spanish have a good queen in waiting”. 

Once the man had stumbled off and Alix watched that the boys had been asked to leave did Alix move back to Leonor and grab her hand softly, automatically. Leonor gripped tighter as she watched the glass shards be swept up. The loud noise of the dinner guest was being muffled and they were out in the palace halls, portraits upon portraits adorning the walls. 

Sofia was no where in sight, and Leonor eyed the halls, wondering where she could have gone to. Of course she knew exactly where she went, this was her sisters way of giving her alone time with the green eyed princess. 

Before Leonor’s realized what she was saying she spoke, “do you have somewhere quiet?”. 

Alix’s lips upturned into a smirk, her jade eyes looking charming. This time the princess didn’t take Leonor’s hand, she offered, extending her hand to her, “follow me?”. Leonor didn’t hesitate to take it. 

**********

After a few winding stairs and doors they made it to what Leonor recognized as the residence of the royal family from all the portraits and uniquely decorated rooms. 

Past a few halls and down a long hall Alix came across a door, opening slowly and peeking  her head through. The door opened and Leonor took in the sight of a large room, taking in the millions of old books that hung of the built in shelves and the golden chandelier that adorned the room. Trophies upon trophies lined the otter shelf’s, some from riding and others from fencing. Pictures of Peter and the king and queen lined the room, as well as the flag of the royal house. 

Coins all nice and neatly collected hung on the wall inside the frame, all from past monarchs of the royal family. 

The room was pristine and neat and smelt so unique. Like rain…such a refreshing scent that Leonor inhaled deeply. 

Alix looked sheepish as Leonor eyed the room with her steel blue eyes, taking in everything, her mind trying to grasp every single detail about the princess. 

“It’s the only place where I truly feel quiet. I should have asked you…we can go back to the party if you wish-“ 

“What you did…protecting the servant from the boys was…truly a sight”.  The words had caught Alix off guard. Her cheeks bloomed with the deepest shade of red. 

Her jade eyes moved down to eye her toes, “it caused an even bigger scene. I should have never intervened. It was peters day and I had to go play hero again…sometimes when I get like that I have this urge to fight…and it didn’t help that those young men had been bothering me all night. Saying all those horrific thing about my friends. Men can be pigs honestly.”. 

Leonor watched as Alix face crumbled, her eyes downcast and her lips no longer in the comforting familiar smirk. 

“Well I can’t speak for Peter but I will say that anyone who stands up for those who cannot is worthy”. 

At Leonor’s words Alix smiled, not a big smile, but enough that it twirled and ripped Leonor’s insides. Made her really think how beautiful Alix would look with a bigger one. 

“I especially enjoyed how you hid me from them as we passed that….was very chivalrous of you your royal highness”. 

Leonor was moving now, close enough that she could feel Alix’s pinky brush her own. 

“I just couldn’t hear them talk about you in such ways..I would have done the same for anyone else”. Lies. Alix would never. 

“I’m sure you would”. 

Once dinner had been served and Alix and Leonor returned back to the ballroom, brushing against each other softly did Sofía smile. Her plan had worked. 

What I wanted to highlight in this bit I sent you was I took Leonor’s personality, her softness, her kindness, her determination and sort of molded it into the fact that Leonor herself sees those values in Alix. I do belive she would be quite smitten. Alox herself has quite a fiery temper as mentioned before. Which we can see when she confronts the boys, we also see Peter sort of shying away from her. That’s the difference. Alix has no problem confronting, while Peter really hates conflict. I also hope I made Alix chivalrous enough…if you have any questions please do ask! I love them-🇪🇸

Oh…my….Vologradian Gods…THIS IS THE BEST PART OF THE STORY SO FAR!!! 💖💖💖😭🥹🥰🤍

I love how you not only deepened the personalities of our main characters but showed more I depth feelings if the girls!!! We are really starting to completely understand their love and how it’s important to them!!!

I’m completely in love with this but as you totally can’t tell lmao so keep up the good work!!! 🤍🤍🤍

#answered ask #whispers of the crown #Leonalix fic #Leonalix

[blarrghe]

A Complicated Match

Ch. 1: Date Nights and Charger Fights

Rating: E | Category: M/M | Words: 9412 | Chapters 1/?

Dorian Pavus met the love of his life, quite accidentally, on a dating app called Matchsies. He resisted and he failed, he fell and he learned, and now he's actually... he's quite happy, impossible as it seems. But he is still from Tevinter, he is still avoiding his parents' calls, and he still hasn't told Taren everything.

Any minute now, something is going to ruin this.

Chapter Snippet:

They’d gotten through the winter together with regular and casual visits to one another's apartments, with the occasional dinner at Merrill’s and volunteer events at the centre, with conversations over coffee in the basement of the university library, with ease. Almost a full year, and Dorian had more or less stopped agonising over the unseen limit to their days together. He had a routine, classes on a tight schedule and a book to finish on a deadline and date nights, and drinks with friends. He had someone in his life whom he could tell his coworkers about, whom he could invite to the faculty dinner. 

Dorian met Taren later that same evening at the grocery store between the tattoo shop and Taren's apartment, part of the date night routine. Taren was wearing a loose, faded grey t-shirt and his warm auburn hair was still tied back from work, tucked away sheepishly behind his ears and wound into a loose bun. But he glowed in the sunlight. He shone with a smile. He met Dorian with a hug and told him about his day. They strolled leisurely through the aisles. They picked out spices and leafy vegetables and Taren absently tossed a bottle of cheap shampoo into his cart. Dorian put it back. 

“Hey! I need that.” 

“You are not buying grocery store brand shampoo.” 

“Why not? I need shampoo.” 

Dorian shook his head. “You may as well wash your hair with dish soap.” 

Taren shrugged. “Soap is soap.” 

“Says the man with the fancy laundry detergent.” Dorian rolled his eyes, and turned back towards the short aisle of drugstore product shelves within the grocery store, scanning the selection. 

“Oh yeah, need more of that too.” Taren said behind him, but Dorian could hear his spreading grin. “Guess I’ll be washing my hair with —” 

Dorian picked up a slightly more expensive bottle of still-too-generic shampoo and handed it to Taren before he could finish his rebuttal. “You have curly hair. You could at least get the one marked for curls,” he noted. 

“Like it’s going to make a difference.” Taren shrugged and dropped the new bottle into his cart. 

“I suppose we’ll have to find out,” Dorian continued, “if only someone would ask you somewhere nice, give you an opportunity to clean up and let your hair down…” He smirked. 

Taren chuckled in response. “You have something in mind?” 

Dorian raised an eyebrow. “Many things, amatus,” he quipped, making Taren chuckle again. But even with the ease of it all, it still strained his nerves a little to do the next part. “There’s a work function in a couple of weeks, if you’d like to join me,” he said. 

Taren just smiled and agreed.  They went back to his place, they cooked dinner and talked. They kissed on his couch and then took to his bed. They laughed. They — he supposed he should say they made love. It was perfect and he was accustomed to it. He would never cease to be amazed by it.

#boys are back in townnn #matchsies #matchsies 2 #a complicated match #my fic #pavellan #dragon age fanfiction #dorian pavus x lavellan #taren lavellan

[uschi-the-listener]

For oddman-the-oldman, who asked:

What is your idea of perfect happiness? 

Not as simple as it seems. Partly, it's detachment, being able to tune out all the background noise nagging for my attention. When that's done, having a project to do, like throwing pots on a wheel or crocheting an interesting pattern, or writing, or baking, or doing something with a tangible, satisfying ending.

What is your most marked characteristic?

Physical or otherwise? Physically, I'm very fat, noticeable from space, fat. Otherwise, people remark a quality I have that helps people feel calm, which is, believe me, ironic.

What do you consider your greatest achievement?

Another tough one. My Master's degree? My ongoing recovery from abuse and neglect? I feel good about both of those, but I think better than either of those is raising a healthy, intelligent, generous, kind, reasonably un-twisted son. He started out pretty amazing and I managed not to fuck him up too much.

What is your greatest fear?

Homelessness. It isn't rational, but it doesn't have to be.

What historical figure do you most identify with?

I can't answer this, though I reserve the right to edit this response if I can figure it out. I know myself too well, and historical figures too little to pick one.

Which living person do you most admire?

It changes periodically, but I think, just now, it's that heroic man who, armed with only a club, was able to lead the insurrectionists away from their intended victims.

Who are your heroes in real life?

Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez; Bernie Sanders; Mikhail Gorbachef; Gloria Steinem; Carl Rogers. A few others. You get my drift.

What is the trait you most deplore in yourself? 

My indecisiveness and executive dysfunction which encourage each other.

What is the trait you most deplore in others? 

Cruelty.

What is your favorite journey? 

I'm not sure I understand this question. Physical? Emotional? Mine? Someone else's?

I like train travel from anywhere to anywhere. I like the process of learning or teaching a new skill and seeing or feeling the light bulb finally come on. I am probably getting this wrong.

What do you consider the most overrated virtue? 

Chastity. I suppose it has some value, but I have managed to maintain my integrity without it.

Which word or phrases do you most overuse? 

"All-righty!" Makes me want to pull out my tongue and smack my brain with it.

What is your greatest regret?

Unkindnesses and mistakes from my past that come back to haunt me when I am trying to fall asleep.

What is your current state of mind?

Ruffled feathers. Slight annoyance. I just baked a sweet bread that looked easy in the recipe but was not in real life. I made it and baked it, and it looks okay, but it wasn't worth it, no matter how good it turns out to be.

If you could change one thing about your family, what would it be? 

'Family' is a confusing concept. If that includes my parents and siblings, I would make them be kind. If it includes my son, I would like it if he lived closer. Me and my husband? More active. Take your pick.

What is your most treasured possession? 

I love most of my possessions. It's hard to say which I treasure most, like asking what song or book or work of art is my favorite. Picking one from the many is too mind-boggling for me.

What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery? 

Mental illness with no option open to get help.

Where would you like to live? 

I'm fine right here, at least for now.

What is your favorite occupation? 

Therapist. Not easy work, or well paid, but when it works, it's beyond anything.

What is the quality you most like in a man? 

Compassion.

What is the quality you most like in a woman? 

Same same.

What are your favorite names?

Rose has always been a big one with me. Different names have different uses, though, and are often wrapped up in meaning for me. For instance, I love the name Hephzibah, but would not want to be named it. However, I named a beautiful orb-weaver spider Hephzibah, which suited her very well.

What is your motto?

I don't have one, but I often quote Socrates when he was purported to have said, "Be what you would like to seem." I guess that will do for a motto.

I was tagged by my dear friend oddman-the-oldman. I don't know who else to tag.

#oddman-the-oldman

[khalixascorner]

Be My Baby Mama Pt 7

Summary: Peter and SIM Tony accidentally end up pregnant when they spend a heat together. They decide to keep the pup but how are a superhero and a supervillain supposed to do this whole parenting thing? And what's everyone else going to say when they find out?

“Umm, Mr. Stark, can I ask you something kind of personal?” Peter asked, not sure if he was going insane or if it was actually possible. Stark raised an eyebrow but gestured for him to go on. “Are you on birth control?” Stark just looked at him like he had grown a second head, then paled for a moment before his expression totally locked down behind a blank mask.

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Tags: Peter Parker/Tony Stark, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Peter Parker, Omega Tony Stark, Mafia AU, Mob Boss Tony Stark, Villain Tony Stark, Mafia Typical Violence, no smut guys, It's all fluff, A little angst, Mpreg, Mating, SIM Tony Stark, sorta, Superior Iron Man Vol 1. (2015), Age Difference, Aged-Up Peter Parker, baby Stark, Crack Treated Seriously, Just a crack taken seriously fic where Peter and Tony get pregnant, have a pup, and fall in love, Tony is very bossy and Peter says Yes Omega all the time

Tony hated pregnancy, he decided. He had two weeks left, though technically the pup could come anytime, and he was beyond done. The omega had tried bribing their pup, much to Peter’s amusement, but it seemed content to stay put for a while longer so he was stuck feeling like a beached whale with asthma for the foreseeable future.

“Come on, kid, take pity on your old man,” Tony grumbled, rubbing at his aching belly gently. “This isn’t exactly the most comfortable situation for either of us. There’s gotta be something you want.”

Tony put his hand on his stomach but the baby was calm beneath his palm.  He sighed and then groaned as he tried to shift to a more comfortable position on the couch.

“Still trying to bribe the pup?” Peter asked as he brought Tony a bowl of ice cream. “I’m telling you, they’ll come when they’re ready and not a moment sooner. They’re your child after all.”

“Like you didn’t contribute to this heathen?” Tony retorted, though he happily took the treat.

“Of course, but I think it’s well established that I actually listen to you,” Peter said, sliding to his knees by the couch. “And this little one has yet to do so.” 

Peter gently nuzzled at Tony’s belly, all the while rubbing the omega’s thighs and sides. Tony groaned again and relaxed into the skilled massage. 

“Can’t wait to have my body back and not be so huge,” Tony said wistfully. “It's starting to feel like my clothes are never going to fit again.”

“Hey, that’s ok. We’ll just get you new ones,” Peter said firmly, his hands stopping their massage to grab Tony’s free one. “The pup is taking up a lot of room, and after, well I’m not going to lie and say your body might not be a bit different. But Tony, even if it is different, you won’t be any less beautiful. Because any marks your body carries after is proof of this amazing thing you’ve done. You’ve grown a whole new person with just your body.”

“Doesn’t mean I wanted to trade my body in for a dad bod at 40,” Tony muttered. “No one finds those attractive.”

“I find you attractive,” Peter said with a growl. “Listen and listen closely, Omega. I know it makes you uncomfortable and maybe it makes me a hormone driven knothead but you, with my marks, with the marks of carrying my child on your body, is literally the hottest thing in this world and I will never not want to be with you. And if you don’t want me to draw attention to it again, I won’t, because I love you, Omega. I love every part of you and that won’t change just because some parts of you change.”

Tony looked down at the alpha kneeling by him and felt his breath catch at the deep well of love shining out of Peter’s earnest eyes. No one, not even Pepper or Rhodey, had ever looked at him with such unconditional devotion and love. And yet Peter had given his entire self to Tony, heart and all, in such a short time. 

“I love you too,” Tony said softly, shocked to realize that it was true. Somehow, between lab days, baby classes, and everything else, Tony had fallen for Peter just as thoroughly as the alpha had for him. He couldn’t imagine a life without the alpha at his side, helping to raise their child. 

Peter kissed his hand, then placed gentle kisses all over his belly too before picking up where he left off with the massage.

“Hey there, little pup, how about we be nice for our omega,” Peter said with a gentle rumble. “It’s not easy being a mama you know.”

“Not the mama,” Tony muttered through a bite of ice cream. “Definitely the papa.”

“Sorry, it’s not easy being a papa and growing a pup for so long, you know,” Peter cooed and Tony rolled his eyes but didn’t say anything. 

Of course the traitorous heathen started kicking as Peter was talking, and Tony winced at a particularly sharp pain.

“Alright, trouble, easy on the judo to my organs,” Tony muttered, only to gasp as he felt another sharp pain. 

“Tony?” Peter asked, looking up sharply at the pained sound.

“It’s fine,” Tony said as he got comfortable again. “Just a few well placed jabs hitting a nerve or something.”

“Alright, let me know if it changes though,” Peter said, returning to his gentle ministrations. 

Tony sighed in relief as the tension bled from him, despite the pup’s insistence on tap dancing on his insides. There were a few sharp twinges as the pup got more excited, and Tony had to grin. Apparently, the pup was already a daddy’s kid given how active they suddenly were. Of course, he was a fan of daddy too, so really he couldn’t talk.

Peter had transitioned to telling the pup stories of Spider-Man when Tony felt a sharp pain that was stronger than the last.

“Jarvis, scan,” Tony yelped and Peter jumped to his feet as Tony doubled over from a second wave of pain.

“You appear to be in labor, sir,” Jarvis said calmly. “Might I suggest relocating to the Medbay.”

Before Tony could respond, Peter swept him off the couch and rushed to the elevators. The alpha nuzzled at the omega’s scent glands, murmuring encouragement the whole ride. Tony wasn’t having any of it though, complaining the whole way.

“Figures the baby listens to you and not me.”

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SDAU-Engineered For Love, Chapter 3

Word Count: 831

“It’s all about the physics,” Tony smiled, wrapping his arms around her waist.  Pepper smiled, giving him a cheeky look and Tony felt himself growing pink, “what?  It is?”

“And the need for you to wrap your arms around me to show me?”

“Well, I can’t show you proper mechanics without giving you the right amount of thrust and propulsion.”

“I think you’re just saying words to make it seem like you know what you’re talking about now…and using trigger words that make me think of other things,” Pepper giggled, leaning into his chest.  Tony felt himself instantly internally swooning as her scent wrapped around him, “this better help me win, Stark.”

“Sweetheart, I think you’ve already won,” Tony chittered, feeling lost in her eyes, “has anyone ever told you how hypnotizing your eyes are?  I feel like I could get lost in them!”

“I think you are getting lost in them, Tony.”

“I don’t think I want to find my way out of them.”

“Tony…”

“Yeah…”

“I-I think it’s your shot.”

“I don’t care!” he smiled.  Pepper smiled in response and the two continued to stare one another down, their connection so palpable it was like there was electricity in the air around them. 

“Stark, come on!”

“Tony it’s your turn!”

“Shhh!” Tony shushed playfully, not daring to look away from Pepper for fear that it was all in his head, “I’m having a moment with my lady, can’t you see that Levs?”

One of the guys whistled, cat-calling the couple, making both of them blush. 

“KISS HER!”

“KISS HIM!”

Pepper’s blush deepened, “are you going to be the man and kiss me, or do I have to take control of the situation?”

“God, I thought you’d never ask!” Tony purred, pulling her to his chest, while their lips came crashing together in a heated passion.

A loud pulsing sensation was what woke Pepper Potts from her dreamless slumber. 

The lights were too bright. 

The chirping birds just outside Tony’s window were far too loud.

Tony’s window.

Tony’s room. 

Pepper looked next to herself to see the beta peacefully sleeping still, a pillow covering half of his face.  The blush went from her cheeks down her chest as she noticed that not only was Tony naked, but she was as well. 

And the dull ache between the apex of her thighs let her know there was a reason behind it. 

She lifted the blanket to see the full condom that was still on Tony’s half-hard appendage, and a pretty decent wet spot between them.

“Oh god…”

“Too loud, princess!” Tony muttered, his hand sliding around Pepper’s waist, “let’s sleep away the day…come back to bed…I’ll make you breakfast once the pounding in my head settles.”

“Tony, we-“

“I know,” He purred, peeking out from just beneath the pillow, “it was amazing…”

Pepper looked away from him, her own memories from the night beginning to replay in her mind.  How Tony had completely ravaged her.  How he promised her the world.  How he called her mate.

Her hand instinctively went to her neck so that she could feel for a mating mark, worry taking hold of her.

“Don’t worry, Pep…I wouldn’t mark you when you were drunk…no matter how drunk I was either…I’m not that kind of guy…”

“But you-you called me-“

“Mate?” Tony asked, cutting her off.  She nodded, “I know…it’s because you are…I may be a beta…and you’re a human, but I could tell by your scent…it’s damn near irresistible to me.”

“Oh…”

“Can I-can I ask you something?” Tony asked, pulling the pillow off of his face, “do you-do you want a mate?”

“What?” She asked, suddenly taken back, “yeah, I mean…of course I do… I want to end up with someone on my own accord though.  I don’t want to feel like it’s said and done just because I can smell you.”

Tony’s brow raised, “y-you can smell me?”

“I-I’m not a human,” she admitted with a frown, “both of my parents are shifters…and I, well I was born a zeta…I-I don’t have the genetic marker in me to-“

“But I can smell you…”

“Everyone has a scent, Tony…”

“Well, I guess that I was engineered to find you then,” he smiled sweetly, leaning across to kiss her.  Pepper melted into his touch, everything feeling perfect with his arms around her, “and you were engineered to be my perfect mate…”

“Maybe,” she smiled, “thank you for not marking me yet though…thank you for giving me a chance to get to know you first.”

“Oh, we’re just getting started, Pep,” Tony grinned, laying back against his pillow as he ignored his own headache, “I may be your mate, but I want you to feel comfortable with all of this…I’m going to spend all of our time together winning you over…and then…when we graduate…then we’ll get mated…”

“And if you don’t win me over by graduation?” she teased.

“Sweetheart, I’m Tony Stark,” he chuckled playfully, “I’m engineered for love.”

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