the mac dad

daddy mac. LANCE AHN. Seventh year. Gryffindor. hang with lance before you get in her pants.

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Rubbing her temples, Cora attempted to alleviate the headache that had slowly begun to form. Between her parents pushing on her more responsibilities as heir, school piling on more homework than she could handle, and not sleeping brilliantly of late, it was no surprise the girl was exhuasted. As such, she wasn’t paying enough attention when walking through Hogwart’s crowded halls and accidentally knocked into someone, causing all her books to tumble to the floor.  Holding back a sigh, for this had just really not been her day, Cora bent down to pick up her things. “Bloody hell,” she muttered, before speaking again, louder this time. “I apologise, I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

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“Oi, watch it, yeah—-oh,” he paused, realising it wasn’t a first year wasteman needing to be put in his place. “Nah, it’s calm, gyaldem, was my bad anyways.” Lance quickly dropped to his knee and collected her things, handing them over to Cora in a particularly neat pile, “ma ain’t about that mess, feel. You okay?” He asked, offering a smile. 

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  “Quick! Someone tell me how good I look as a sailor – I didn’t wear these heels and this dress for nothing.”

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“Prooooper buff ting,” he willingly complied, taking the chance to check her out. “So, what’s your name, ma?”

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“Lance…” She didn’t know what to say. What was she supposed to say? “It wasn’t really your fault. I mean, you weren’t thinking straight, right? You were completely sloshed. She was coming on to you.” Rowan reached for him, resting a hand on his bicep, trying to be comforting. She had to bite her lip to stop from laughing or grinning. “She puked on you? Not on your….?” her eyes glanced down for a second before moving back up. “Right?” It did make the situation better. She actually felt a little sorry for him. Her momentary delight disappeared quickly but a small, sad smile remained on her features. “Babe of course he won’t hate you. You’re his man. You two can get through anything. You’re probably just overthinking this. I mean, I’m sure apart of him we’ll be a little happy for you. Fifteen seconds of a good blow job isn’t doing too badly. You know. When he doesn’t connect the blowjob with his mother.”

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“I should have stopped it. His mum, Ro —- I fucking let Kiran’s mum go down on me. Fuck,” he rubbed at his face, “proper definition of a snake.” When her hand made contact with his bicep, he’d been tensing it already for half a second out of instinct. Gotta’ feel like a buff ting for the girls. For the girl who used to be Kiran’s girl. After he had his dick in Kiran’s mum’s mouth. Fuck, what was he playing at lately? At this point, he’d snaked the person he cared about most at Hogwarts worse than Benjy fucking Fenwick ever had, which he was still piped up about despite Kiran’s insistence that he was calm with her and now only in it for the razz. “You really think so?” Lance asked, genuinely feeling a little better for Rowan’s words. A small chuckle rolled out of his lips, even if a somewhat nervous one. “You’re the best, boo thang. You always know what to say. Time for a drink, then? I need at least something to get me a little wrecked before I fess up.”

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She could feel the rush of heat to her cheeks at his compliment, blushing just like she did when anyone flattered her. He was just saying it, he had to. She would have argued but she was too worried about him to care all that much. Rowan stayed silent and sat down next to him, not quite sure what to think or expect. Her gentle smile faded, her eyes widened, her eyebrows shot up. What the fuck?! He…..got….a…..blow job…..from Kiran’s……mother????? Any words she tried to say died on her tongue and she just stared at him in mild horror. What was she supposed to say to that? “Um…. Well.. I can’t say I’m not a little disappointed…” So helpful, so comforting. But she was. She didn’t think of Lance as a douchebag. That desperate. He was always so lovely. He was still her friend. Even if he had fucked it majorly. She left out a deep breath, trying to think. “Was it any good at least? Have you told Kiran yet?”

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Not even Rowan had sympathetic words for him, only confirming his fears that he’d made the worst decision of his entire life that night. “I was so fucking drunk, man. She was on about my pectorals, bare touching them and that,” he shook his head. Kiran, aside from his family back home, was the person that meant most to him in the world. His best friend —- his day one boi. And he’d fucked it. Monumentally fucked it. Not even just with any girl, but with his mother. “Honest, it was a gassed fifteen seconds, Kiran’s mum is proper MILF —- but that’s just the thing, it was fifteen seconds and then she, er, puked on me. I didn’t even finish, y’know what I mean?” Lance firmly shook his head a second time, “nah, I’ve been avoiding him since we came back. He knows something is off, but this... he’d never suspect this. Fuck, Rowan. He’s gonna hate me, isn’t he?”

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She couldn’t help the little proud smirk at the ‘fit as fuck’ comment. And she couldn’t resist the little curtsy either. “Why thank you, I do try, I do try.” Her smile grew before it melted, her own eyebrows knitting together in a frown. Rowan reached out to him, the tips of her fingers touching the back of his hand before she pulled away to tuck her hair behind her ear, her eyes wide with concern. “Lance? C’mon let’s sit down and you can tell me about it. You know it a lot of the time these things seem worse than they actually are.” 

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“You? You don’t need to try, Ro,” he replied, and he meant it, too. Rowan had always been one of those girls that was just naturally stunning —- with makeup or without, crying or happy. He glanced down at her fingers brushing the back of his hand, thinking if it were any other time he’d have lingered on the tickle it sent up his arm a while longer. But something else, something much more pressing was eating away at him, “no, no —- this is definitely as bad as it seems.” He nodded and headed toward a seat that lined the far wall, waiting for Rowan to join him before continuing. “I’m just gonna... come right out and say it. So, over the last break, Kiran’s mum and I were drunk while he was passed out, and we... and she... went down... on... me?”

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She couldn’t lie; the girls had out done themselves this year and she wasn’t about to hide it.  She tilted her head to side, watching the girl sway to the music before turning her attention to the boy that’d shaken her. “Honestly, so have I and to think this is like every night in the girls dorm.”

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Lance turned to cock an eyebrow at the girl, “what —- every night? No way.” He shook his head in disbelief, spotting Aurelie de L'Ambroise also working a cat outfit. “You’re saying they dress up like this every night? Cause sign me up, I’m moving dorms.”

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—— “I came as myself,” albeit a somewhat more scantily clad version of herself. Her skirt was a few sizes too small ( only a few ) and her tie was loose and pretty much undone. Her eyebrow lifted, her grin widening. “I’m a witch. Geddit? It’s funny.”

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“Rowan baby —- yourself?” He gave her a quick once over, miraculously managing not to let his eyes linger. “Witch, right. Fit as fuck, girl, I’m here for it,” he rose his glass to her. Though his expression soon faded into a frown, rubbing the back of his neck despite the poor attempt to act cheerful. “I did a real snake thing, Ro. A real snake thing.”

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The second Lance shook his head, Kiran lost his patience for his day one boi. Something was off; absolute minimal banter, and no cheeky moments between the two lads. Kiran was ready to confront Lance regarding their unnatural dynamics, before the other male started speaking about his mother. Throwing his hands up in the air in a ‘tell-me-what-I-don’t-know’ manner, his features hardened to express a stern visage. It had to be something serious if Lance was bringing up his mother. ‘A drunk ting’, Lance called her and Kiran’s eyes widened. In that moment, the flame within him was ignited. “Bruuuv,” Kiran commented lowly as Lance continued to explain the story, bringing his hands up behind his head with anxious anticipation. As Lance stepped forward, Kiran took a step back and stuck his index finger out at the other boy, warning him to keep his distance. The betrayal felt like nothing he’d ever experienced before. Kiran didn’t even hurt this badly when Benji left him. The anger was building up within him, that much was evident. Gradually, his chest started to rise faster and higher, the lock on his jaw joints more prominent, steam practically pushing out from his nostrils, and the realisation of where this was going becoming evident from the glint within his eyes. “So, what you’re saying here is…” Kiran refused to look at Lance, instead choosing the window in front of him, as he spoke through his teeth, his voice struggling to keep a calm tone. “You… Lance Ahn… my day one boi… accepted a… blowie… from my fucking mum… and… it doesn’t count?”

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“I know, bruv, I know —- wasteman scale too real. I’m sorry, fam. So sorry.” He felt sick to his stomach. Lance was always so ready to back his boy in the event of any snake antics or piping up, and he always knew never in a million years would he be the one doing the snaking. Kiran was his brother as much as the ones blood related to him were —- and yet, he’d pulled the ultimate dog act. Lance Ahn had let Kiran Khan’s mother give him head, and nothing terrified him more than the thought of losing his best friend. So, in desperately trying to explain himself, he instead succeeded in fucking up further, “no, no, not that it doesn’t count. Your mum isn’t like, a hump and dump, man, swear it —- not that I’m planning on slipping it to her ever again. She’s like, proper romo worthy ting, not that I’d date your mum, either.” Kiran refused to look at him and it hurt, “allow that, blud. You’re scaring me.” What did this mean for his bro and him? Would his boy ever forgive him? Lance rose his arms to rest atop his head and shook it, “she’s been bare weird ever since then, trying to razz every time I’m round. It was a mistake. I was so wrecked, it never would have happened if we hadn’t been drinking. Don’t deadout me, bruv, please. You’re my brother. I’ll never look at her again if that’s what you want, on my life.”

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“Yeah, boi!” Kiran spudded Lance. “Mum’s hosting this dinner party ting tonight, and wants us to go. Really insisted I bring you for some reason, like extra keen. Fucking weird. She’s already sorted it out with Dumbles, so we’re good to go. Hopefully, some of her fit mates will be there, y’know what I’m saying, boi?”

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He’d made work of avoiding Kiran as much as possible since they’d gotten back from break. But the act was up, his boi stood right before him now —- and there was no way around it, especially with the news he’d just been given. Lance shook his head once, “I can’t, fam.” He interjected, eyebrows drawn and any of his usual hype about razzing the mums nowhere to be found. “Listen, your mum, world class gal, honest. You know I’ve got nothing but love —- er, respect for her,” he corrected, given what he was about to divulge. “Thing is, my boi, last pardy you had before school, remember how you passed out with that those Latina hunnies? I was up, y’know, just getting some water to swerve that hangover life the next morning, and your mum came home from being out and she was a drunk ting, man. So was I. Both really, really, drunk tings.” He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, drawing a breath before going on, “and she kept getting closer and talking about my pectorals and you know how gassed I get when birds talk about the pectorals. Man, next thing I knew, she was on her knees and going at baby Mac Dad like she was hungry,” he stepped forward, “but I swear it was only the tip before she puked, Kiran. It doesn’t even count, promise it. I'm so, so fucking sorry. Proper snake antics, I know.”

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Halloween, seventh year; a room full of tipsy hunnies rocking costumes each skimpier than the last —- or, in simpler terms, Lance’s dream come true. His face lit up at the sight of Amma Avery clad in mercifully revealing cat outfit, turning to shake the person next to him, “ho, shit. See that?” He exclaimed giddily, eyes wandering to another seventh year next dressed as a nurse, “Daddy Mac died and went to Heaven tonight, baby!!”