Imagine your yandere boyfriend who happens to be a YouTuber, filming you your own personal videos while you’re away.
He’ll set up all of his filming equipment and look all pretty for you because nothing is too much when it’s for his darling away on a business trip. He’ll make sure the lighting is perfect, his hair is fixed, and the background looks nice because even if nobody else will ever see this footage, you deserve the effort.
And of course, he’ll tell you he loves you. He’ll talk about how much he misses you, how strange the house feels without you there, and how he can’t wait until you’re back. But he’ll never list the videos publicly. Never upload them. Never let anyone else see them. They’re yours, that’s the whole point.
His channel might have millions of viewers, but these little videos? These are just for his darling.
Sometimes he’ll record himself making breakfast, pretending you’re sitting across from him like you usually do, or he’ll film little updates about his day because he knows you like hearing all the small details. He’ll even start making gaming videos just for you, playing the games you enjoy and joking that he needs to keep you entertained while you’re away.
And if he notices you missing his voice?
Well… that’s when he starts making ASMR videos.
Nothing too complicated. Just him speaking softly, telling you about his day, reading something you like, or rambling about whatever comes to mind. He’ll laugh and say it’s silly, but secretly he loves the idea that you can press play whenever you miss him and hear him right there.
Because he knows his voice comforts you.
He keeps them unlisted in a playlist named ♡ Darling ♡, carefully dated so you can watch them in order.
When you finally come home, he practically tackles you into a hug before remembering something.
“Wait!”
He disappears into the other room, returning with a little handwritten card. You open it gently only to find a QR code of the special spicy little videos he saved for you to watch in the room next to his.
“I… um…”
He smiles shyly, rubbing the back of his neck.
“I made one every day while you were gone… So if you ever felt lonely… You could pretend I was right there talking to you.”
And if you tell him you watched every single one… He’ll spend the next business trip making twice as many. ♡
Hi, could you write for Prince Valarr Targaryen where his wife is Aerion’s sister and is pregnant. Valarr is protective of her because he knows she doesn't have a good relationship with her brother, as she is one of the few people who goes against him or isn't afraid to stand up to him.
One day when she argues with Aerion, he pushes her, causing her to go into labor, she almost dies giving birth to her and Valarr’s son, he stays with her while she gives birth and refuses to leave her side till she gets better, and after that, he makes sure that Aerion understands that he can’t touch her.
Pd: I love your writing and I apologize if there's something bad written, English is not my first language
Burning Hearts of Dragons
Valarr Targaryen x wife!reader
warning: targcest, fluff, kissing, hurt/comfort, childbirth (blood), aerion is his own warning, no use of Y/n
Summary: Even the worst prince had another side, a sister who, even though she was his spitting image, had none of his destructive character. The princess became Valarr's wife, a marriage of love and contentment. Will the love between Valarr and his beloved withstand the ordeal of childbirth and bring new life into the world?
Word count: 2395
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House Targaryen, even without their dragons, which they had lost in the fiery, bloody family feud, was once again strong, at least as far as the heirs and allied houses were concerned.
King Daeron and his wife Myriah had produced four sons, heirs who themselves fathered children over the years with women from other great houses.
Children who grew up to be princes and princesses and proudly displayed the dragon symbol, a dragon that was beautiful and graceful but also dangerous and deadly.
These characteristics are reflected in Maekar's second-eldest son Aerion and eldest daughter, who were only a few moons and suns apart in age.
They could have formed the heads of the dragon symbol, but instead they brought out the best and worst in the creature.
Aerion was full of arrogance, condescending towards everything that was not his own house and obsessed with pride, while his sister was kind, approachable, friendly, a princess who protected her subjects from her brother.
Until the moment when the princess was presented with her own knight, her own dragon, her cousin Valarr, the son of the crown prince, her father's brother.
Both were old enough to look for a marriage partner, and perhaps it was fate, perhaps it was the glances they always exchanged.
Or the fact that Valarr gave her every one of his tournament victories, that the princess's poems revolved only around her cousin.
The grace of the gods was that Aerion was too unrestrained to endanger his own sister, a marriage that ended in a catastrophic fire rather than an heir.
Whatever it was, the gods had seen them, the king had seen the fiery love, and in the blossoming spring months, House Targaryen announced the wedding.
“I swear to protect you forever with sword and shield for all time, my dearest” Valarr had said to her, the dark dress of their house matching the gold threads like fire on the clothing.
The golden brooch, two dragons flying around each other, symbolising their union. Valarr's hand was gentle as he took hers, his blue eyes full of devotion as he gave her the kiss of union.
“My heart and kindness belong only to you, my dragon” she replied, running her fingers through his dark hair. Touching the white strand in it, she heard him smile as the newlyweds turned to the crowd cheering them.
On this spring day, the dragon's fire seemed full of love as the young couple danced, songs were played and riches were distributed - for a moment, it seemed as if no grey existed.
A grey that stayed away from the celebration, as she had banished Aerion, her own brother, after his rude comment about her husband's appearance and the beating of a servant for a mistake.
The fiery violet eyes of two Targaryens met that evening when Aerion came closer to her than ever before. However, his threat was forbidden when their mutual father Maekar gave him a warning look and the prince left the hall cursing.
At the celebration, there was only laughter, happiness and love...a love that reached into the royal couple's bedchamber.
A love that was not just duty, it was the love that Valarr and she had in their grasp when she felt his hand on her side.
Her prince held her in his arms, safely cuddled together, knowing that they had each other, that their hearts belonged to each other.
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So much more arises from love.
From nights of togetherness, after suns and moons, the signs of life appeared as the princess's hurried footsteps echoed through the castle.
Her maids tried to follow her, but the old maester thought it was all happening too fast and they had long since lost him in the corridors until she opened the wooden door to the courtyard.
The wide square was bustling with activity, servants and stable boys busy with their tasks, stables full of horses, fabrics and goods being transported.
In the middle, on the training ground, she saw the dark hair and blue eyes of her husband, who was training her brother. “Valarr! My prince, I must see you immediately” she called as she crossed the courtyard, and the clanging of steel abruptly ended as her husband turned to her.
She saw the concern in his bright eyes as the sword fell heavily to the ground and his hands immediately held hers. “What is it, my dear? Has something happened?” he asked, full of concern.
No matter how much love there was between them, the bloom of youth was always vulnerable, and with a crown on his head as heir to the throne, anything could happen.
Reassuring him, she shook her head slightly, took his hand instead and placed it on her still flat stomach. Valarr followed her gaze and a breathless laugh followed as he took her in his arms.
“You’re with child? Our child?” he asked, and she let herself fall back into his arms, his kiss gentle and intimate as she confirmed it. “Yes, the maester just confirmed it, it will be a winter's baby” she explained and saw his smile grow even wider, the season in which they had shared their first kiss.
The season in which they had spent time together for the first time, the cool snow full of beauty as they rode out, shared a blanket and listened to each other in front of the fireplace in the evening.
A joy shared by the entire court, her family full of joy and relief, and her grandfather pulling her into a warm embrace when he heard about his first great-grandchild.
Everyone seemed to be happy – everyone except Aerion.
In the coming suns and moons, Valarr had a room specially furnished for them, and she and the other women of her house embroidered matching dresses and small emlen.
Valarr and she could hear a heartbeat earlier than expected, so everything seemed to be fine with the unborn child.
Her husband was always by her side, soon helping her with the stairs, dismounting from horses, and even at night it was he who handed her a cup of warm water and gently massaged oils onto her increasingly prominent belly.
“No matter what it will be, it is the best of us, your love and kindness and my ability... but what about my appearance?” Valarr openly told her of his concerns as she sat on the edge of the bed, her nightgown already on, while her beloved knelt before her.
His ear had been gently resting on her belly to hear any potential kicks and noises, which he shared with her, a little ritual they had started to do to bond.
Looking down at him, her hands slid over his dark hair, knowing what he meant, knowing that he didn't look like her, knowing that there were always rumours about him and his father.
She saw nothing but an outstanding fighter, full of ambition, with kindness and love for his soon-to-be family. “What does hair and eye colour matter, my dearest? Our child will be perfect and loved by us” she replied.
She stroked his dark hair, took his face gently in her hands and pulled him into a kiss. Let them all whisper, they were both loved and not feared. Love was stronger than hate...or her brother's madness.
A madness of the dragon that seemed to roar at the beginning of winter.
The maesters had told the princess that it would only be a matter of weeks, perhaps even days, depending on the baby's mood.
This news caused Valarr excitement and nervousness.
Not only were there extra guards everywhere, but also maids and helpers, all prepared for the arrival.
“The mother’s well-being comes before everything else” Valarr’s instruction had been clear and unambiguous, an instruction that even his father and uncle had followed…except Aerion.
Whether the princess wanted to go to her husband that day or to the library is lost in the stories, but what was clear was that she heard screams from her chamber.
“What’s going on here?” she cried out and threw open the door to find her private room ravaged as if a storm had raged through it.
Her weeping maid came towards her and she took her protectively behind her, “My princess, your brother,” the younger woman blurted out hastily.
In the midst of the chaos, dressed in bright red, stood her brother, “Get my husband and the guards” she ordered the younger woman, who immediately ran off, leaving the siblings alone.
But she could see that there was more than just anger in his eyes, more than usual, as she slowly approached him.
She placed her hand on his shoulder, “What has made you so angry, brother?” she asked, calmly, without intimidation.
Knowing that when he painfully grasped her hand, behind him lay a boy from childhood who was angry about the disappearance of the dragons, about his own situation as the second-born.
“You, sister! You and your husband, the child. I am the dragon!” Aerion raged, his light hair flying chaotically from his hasty movements, paper flying around as he kicked it and books landed in the fire.
Her own aversion now steeped in disgust, she tore her hand away. “You are a prince, brother, not a dragon. You would do well to look in the mirror instead of letting your pride guide you” she replied, looking down at him.
The bright velvety red shirt wasn't even properly buttoned, his hair was messy, and she could see the stains of wildfire on the fabric.
Words that her brother did not want to hear, not accepting the truth when he tried to grab her again, but she recoiled. “If it weren’t for our cousin, the crown and you would have been mine!” her brother shouted, and the metres between them flew by.
His own madness would consume him as she gathered her strength and pushed Aerion away, full of loathing and disgust.
The prince's crown already adorned one head; anything else would be foolish dreaming.
If he were different, perhaps she would have been born into another dream, but Aerion was a dragon who would burn himself in his own fire.
A stunned laugh escaped her lips as she looked at him stumbling backwards, “That's just the way it is! You are not Valarr, not my husband, you lack a heart, yours is full of scorched love” she said to him.
Giving him one last pitying look before turning away and hoping that the guards and their father would soon be here.
No sooner had the princess taken her first steps back into the corridor than Aerion pushed her forward, so hard and full of rage that she couldn't hold herself up and her scream echoed through the castle.
A scream of terror that turned to pain the moment it hit the floor as she clutched her stomach and felt the wetness between her thighs, wetness that, when she lifted her dress, she saw to her horror was blood.
“Ae-Aerion, help me...help me up” she said, her breath barely sufficient as she looked at him, her heart beating too fast as she saw the hatred in his eyes when her brother turned away from her without a word and left her alone in the hallway.
The minutes until Valarr and the guards found her seemed endless, the blood continuing to stain her body and clothes, the pain she recognised as she realised that the fall had triggered the birth process.
Valarr's calming yet panicked voice as he carried her as best he could into the Maester's room, clothes cut away, maids doing their best to care for the princess.
Her cry for her husband Valarr prompted him to take her hand.
“I know, darling, I won’t leave you, I’m with you” he reassured her, wiping her tear-stained cheeks and looking to the maester for help, who instructed her to push.
A process that made her existence even more unbearable, the nightgown bloody, the once white bed gradually turning redder in the minutes that followed.
“I-I can’t! Valarr, it hurts!” she screamed, clawing at his hand as her body tensed, barely able to do anything.
Her husband was told about the commotion in the chaos and was about to run off when she held him back.
“I-I need you, Valarr, please,” she pleaded as another wave of pain washed over her. A glance at the Maestar and the metal forceps in his hands told the prince that something was very wrong.
Valarr kissed her on the temple, the wet cloth trying to cool her down. “I’ll stay with you no matter what happens, but you have to be strong” he whispered to her as she clung to him.
The princess’s blood-curdling screams echoed through the castle as blood seeped through the mattress and her screams faded away.
The young woman's body sank into the pillows as the shrill cry of a baby could be heard...but all she heard was Valarr's worried calls to her as her eyes closed.
Her strength faded as the princess lost consciousness in her husband's arms, their little son, a prince whose blue eyes had a violet sheen. Light hair could be glimpsed on his head, with a dark streak, as Valarr held his son and remained at his wife's side.
Maesters and maids did their best to help the princess, but it was only when her husband placed the baby on her body that the woman seemed to regain her strength.
The connection between them, the fire of a family, as her eyes opened again and she looked into her son's little face.
“Thank the gods” she heard Valarr murmur as he gently cuddled her, the parents' hands holding the baby, who seemed as exhausted as his mother but relieved.
The kingdom had another prince, the king's first great-grandson, and while mother and son rested, it was said that Prince Aerion was being cared for by the Maestar after an accident while training with his cousin.
A mishap, a slipped sword and a painful stab, which made it clear that he would never touch his sister again.
For she was under the protection of her dragon Valarr, who would protect his little family with everything he had.
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info: Hi anon! Thank you very much for the great request. I really like the idea, the whole dragon drama was nice to write, I hope you like it too :)
HYBRID TIGER!YUJI AND SUKUNA TIGER BROTHERS FIGHTING OVER THERE SLEEPY OWNER
Cooley note: PART 2
Sukuna kicked Yuji again, trying to shove the other big cat off the bed as he cuddled up closer to you if that was even possible. He was practically in your skin.
“Back off, brat. They’re mine,” he growled, sharp fangs poking out like spears as he tried to scare off Yuji. It never worked; it only made Yuji pout like a little cub.
“[Name]! Kuna’s pushing me off the bed again! Tell him to stop!” Yuji pouted, his soft, puffy tail brushing against your nose. You let out a tiny yawn, trying to shift away from both of them.
“Sukuna, be nice to Yuji. Yuji, don’t fuss,” was all you managed before drifting off to sleep.
Just as you began to relax, they started tugging at you again.
“You’re supposed to share, you know!” Yuji growled something very unlike him, but Sukuna always brought out that side of him without even trying.
“The eldest gets first choice. Or did you forget that in the womb, brat?” Sukuna’s tail waved wildly, flicking against the bed and nearly whipping you in the face. His clawed hands wrapped around you, pulling you closer to his side, while Yuji’s softer hands tugged gently to bring you back to his.
“You’re being rude! I’ll tell Master!” Yuji argued.
“You think they can save your hide? Admit that you’re just a weakling,” Sukuna shot back.
Now the two brothers were going head-to-head while you suffocated under their orange and black fur and heavy bodies. All you wanted was a nap after work, but no this was what you got.
They pulled at you again, and you felt like you were being torn in two.
“Enough! Both of you out!”
Your two little tigers slunk out of the room, tails drooping.
“This is all your fault! If you knew how to share, this wouldn’t have happened!” Yuji hissed.
Reader!mother X Yandere Batfamily X neglected! Y/n daughter
Prologue : You die remembering you had been reborn and lived as the mother of the neglcted Y/n Wayne from the popular fanfic troupe of Neglected! Reader & Yandere Bat family. After painstaking cursing them in your ghost form, you end up back in time before it all happened. What joy!
<- Prologue // Next ->
Chapter 1 :
The pan sizzled as the cooking oil was poured over the surface, the shell of the egg cracked under the two hands, landing in a bowl with chopped spring onions, olives and mushrooms.
The smell of spices rose as the omelette was plated with two sausages on the side. You hummed, placing the food to look like cute characters in a book. Your daughter would love this.
“ Sweetie, food's ready!”
Tiny footsteps rang through the apartment, becoming louder and louder followed by your daughter's excited sound. You chuckled, eyeing the discarded toys in the other room, with hands over your waist.
Oh well, the kid can clean up after eating.
“ Mommy!” She said, with a huge smile that stretched her mouth far and wide. She resembled a sunshine, you thought.
“ Did you wash your hands?” You said, eyeing her. She shook her whole head. “ Yes!”
“ Alright, take a seat honey.”
Your daughter noded and began to eat.
You smiled, sitting on the other end of the small round table, seemingly lost in thought. The sound of cutlery clicked as she used a fork to pick a sausage and bit into it.
It had been three days since you woke up. A decade of your daughter's future being by the side of your ghost.
You picked up your own fork and knife.
Your mind still hadn't adjusted. Headaches were constant since you woke up. The manager was an old lady, who had granted you two days leave after you talked her over.
Since then, you'd been planning.
You've looked at the dates, checked the newspaper, searched for housing and rent online, tapped into your saving account and even kept tabs on the allusive billionaire.
Bruce Wayne.
The newspaper was cripped over the counter, seemingly abandoned, dating back to yesterday's news. He'd just adopted his new kid. Tim drake.
The child of the late Drake family that was kidnapped and murdered by joker. It had made the headline, causing more panic among the elite.
It was laughable really. Living in Gotham was a death sentence, was it really a surprise someone died? You scoffed inwardly, slicing the omelette.
Eight children living under his Guardianship,and he still couldn't give your daughter love until she'd left and moved on.
Classic of him to ruin lives. Your fork stabbed the sausage on your plate.
“ Mommy.” The child like voice rang. You blinked, looking back at your daughter who'd stopped eating.
Her eyes were wide, shoulders hunched and arms still. She asked with furrowed brows, “Is the food bad.”
“ W-Why would you think that honey?”
She pointed with her hand. “ You haven't eaten a bite yet.”
You glanced over, the food infront of you was cut and passed around. Completely different from how you'd so painstakingly decorated it and made it look decent.
“ I'm sorry sweetie.” You said, using the fork and biting into a huge chuck of omelette and sausage. You smiled, “ Mommy was a little lost in her thoughts. Let's eat together, alright?”
“ Okay !” She said, resuming her eating.
The prick remained in your chest as you watched her eat. Her eyes looked bright, the cheeks full and soft, smile not having faded. Just how much had those bastards ruined this child.
Your hand tightened into a fist.
Years, years of torment and neglect.
If it were up to you now, you'd have left Gotham by now. But like every other American state and city, the debt and house rent was crippling.
You'd just have to find some way out.
The breakfast ended with no other occurrences.
You stopped out with your daughter, dressed in her uniform ready to head to school. Her bag pack jittered as she jumped while walking.
You smiled following her.
Y/n , my daughter.
—- – —-
“ Master Dick.”
The older professional voice carried through the stiff halls of the Mansion, dark and echoing with pain. Pieces of glass and furniture remained scattered over the ground, broken with shards sharp, frisk.
The figure was over the ground, black hair covering the eyes, shoulders depressed, chest rapidly moving up and down. He sat at the centre of a pool of shards, some stabbing into his own skin.
He opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again ready to say something before shutting it again.
Alfred slowly walked closer and bent down, hand patting the back with gentle strokes. The wrinkles under the eyes and the forehead fully creased. “Please son, you're bleeding. ”
Dick's teeth bit into his own lips, digging nails deep into his thigh. His voice came out hoarse, barely a mummer. “Jason was bleeding too.”
The arm over his back stopped in its movements before resuming it's action. There was nothing left to be said. Alfred gently lifted the boy from the ground and brought him to the sofa, carefully avoiding the shards.
His hands carried the first aid box, moving with decades of experience and desperation. Dick remained passive, not responding.
His eyes remained on the book sitting over the table.
Pride and prejudice.
The first copy with signature.
The one… Jason cherished.
His hand leaned in forward, stopped and returned back to his side. His blue eyes hazy as Alfred did the final bandage around his shoulder.
“W-Why…didn't he tell me,Alfred?” he shot.
“ Why did Bruce keep it away from me? Why did have to be Jason who died. ”
His blue eyes searched for something. A word, anything that could explain why his brother was six feat under and not by his side.
Alfred's neck moved up and he met the boy's eyes. The emotion in them resembled one a boy two decades ago, the ambulances voice in the background was frozen into his memories.
“ I'm sorry.” he said, pressing his palm over the boy's shoulder.
The laughter of a fifteen year old boy would never echo again. Dick knew that from the moment he stepped back on earth and felt the air to be different. More suffocating, more bloody, more pained.
A/n: After much thoughts, I decided to make this a series since you guys requested it . I'll try to update this more regularly than my long and short series. So leave me a comment or something of love for motivation! Been lacking it these days lol. 🙃
Summary: reader is friends with mob and twix at one point also being friends with Avery and Derlord. Anyways this was supposed to be on AO3
Mob had just finished adding a special area for you to live in, you were currently laying on your new bed waiting for Mob and Twixxel to come back home from mining with Verity. You were expecting them to come home with some diamonds, iron and some coal for the furnace. The front door swung open, you heard Verity and Mob arguing while Twix tried to settle them both.
“Verity! For the last time no! On god bro your pmo so bad!” Mob was pulling at his hood as Verity rolled beside him looking mad and irritated.
“All I was asking was if you knew her personally!” Verity was clearly trying to keep his chipper personality but it was slowly slipping from his control.
“Guys…please stfu…” Twix groaned hanging his sword and pickaxe up on the rack, Mob did the same while arguing with Verity who was nudging at his foot. You got up and walked down the stairs.
“You guys are back? It felt like forever you all were gone. Did you get anything good?” You asked pulling your hoodie over your head and adjusting it to fit properly. Heads snapped towards you when you spoke.
“No! We didn’t get anything good! Verity wouldn’t tell us where the diamonds were! We got stupid copper for you though” Mob rolled his eyes giving Verity a small kick causing him to roll at the bottom of the stairs in front of you. Your hands reached out to pick up the yellow sphere and hold him against your chest.
Your head tilted as you spoke. “Oh? Why did something happen?” You asked walking down towards them. Verity randomly became warm and maybe even a little anxious? He shivered a bit as Mob was about to speak but Twix cut him off.
“Yeah actually. These two idiots wouldn’t stop fighting.” Twix hit Mob over the head to shut him up. You looked down at Verity before up at Mob.
“What could you guys possibly be fighting over?” You sighed but it wasn’t like an annoyed sigh more of an “this again?” Sigh from a disappointed parent. It’s not like the two fought often just little things here and there after you came into the picture then they fought like every second week. Twix was about to speak up again when Mob shoved him to shut up which he did giving Mob a deep glare. You just sighed once again.
“Okay so first, thank you for the copper and second, both of you get lost and let me cook dinner with Twix.” You passed Verity to Mob who had a firm grip on Verity as some way to show that he was upset or like pissed off. Mob walked outside with Verity to the backyard garden to pick some vegetables so you and Twix could cook dinner.
Twix looked at you before crossing his arms. “I hope you know they were arguing over you again.” He took out all of the edible stuff he had in his bag onto the kitchen counters and started chopping them up with a kitchen knife. You stood beside him taking the chopped up vegetables and washing them off with cold water.
Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed! I’m sorry for not posting much mama Kura has been working on ao3 and I’ve been losing motivation but I’m gonna make a comeback
Mama Mia (Here I go again) (Chapter 1: Does your mother know)
Word Count: 5.1k
Warnings: Unplanned Pregnancy (not explicit)
Summary: With an unplanned pregnancy affecting her ability to return home, Yuu decides to stay in Twisted Wonderland to raise her child. The problem however, was that she was unsure who the father of her child was. It could be the second prince of the Sunset Savannah, Leona Kingscholar. Or perhaps the actor and model, Vil Schoenheit. Or even the prince of Briar Valley, Malleus Draconia. Whichever the case, Yuu decides to take on the responsibility alone- and raise her daughter Yume, without the father knowing.
None of this would come to light though until her daughters 10th birthday party...
Notes:
Im supposed to be working on Eternal Youth rn- but lowkey got writers block and just wanted to write something fun/comical and light with no stress/worries. Not writing this to be my most amazing piece of liturature- but to just have fun. Enjoy!
“Are you certain of this? Everything you have worked towards- your goal since you’ve came to this land, has been to return home. And now, we are so close- nearly at the finish line.” Crowley said. His voice sounded like he pitied her- and even through he was commiserating with her new set of circumstances, it did little to make her feel better.
Because the truth was; she wasnt sure of her decision. Every single day, she teetered on the edge of wondering if she was doing what she felt was right or if she was making a mistake. More often than not, in the back of her head, she was close to changing her mind. Just him asking her that, reminding her of her home- the life she had left behind- made a lump form in her throat- words unsaid that were urging to leave her mouth. She breathed in deeply- calming her nerves as she composed herself, swallowing down the lump. It would do no good to doubt everything now that it was all said and done. She couldnt change what has happened.
So- she decided to hear out what her options were now. It was all she could do… “And… if I do decide I want to go home? What then?” She pursed her lips- thinking about adding more onto her question- clarifying her worry- but it was unneeded as Crowley gave her a small, but sad smile.
“Well… your child will be part of this world. It will have no place in your past life.” Crowley replied. “In short; it will be impossible for the child to accompany you back to your world- if you choose to return still.”
She knew this- knew this would be his response, had expected it- and yet still; she had held out hope. Hope that she would be wrong… but it was foolish for her to think that she could take one last reminiscence of this world. A world she had come to love just as deeply as the one she had came from. How long had it been since she had come here? 6 years? Almost 7? After she had graduated from Night Raven College, she had stopped keeping track.
And then… she had made a mistake- Well, really, three mistakes. In hindsight, who would have ever predicted this is what would happen? Her mother, certainly- who had warned her against having unprotected sex. And now, she would deal with the consequence- for she knew, even if her mind went back and forth, she could never abandon her child here.
“I… I cant then.” Yuu said with finality, the last of her doubt and hope leaving her mind. It was as if letting go of it all- and now, being able to mourn her old life- that she was able to have much more clarity. She could breath, she could truly now live and accept the world around her as hers now- because it wouldnt just be her world, but her childs home. She looked to Crowley, at peace with it. “Thank you… for atleast trying… I suppose now, all I can do is make the best life I can for myself and my child.” she looked down at her stomach- which concealed her fate, and would only grow over the next couple of months.
The next question in her mind was where she would even go. She had resided on Sage’s island ever since she had been brought to this world- knowing no other home. But it wasnt like she could raise a child on a school campus.
There was a pause of silence before Criowley asked: “And what of the father? Would I be overcrossing a boundary to ask weather the child's father is present?”
That was a difficult question- where would she even start with that. “No…” She replied. “The father will not be involved.” It wouldnt be fair- especially when she didnt even know who the father was. But she wouldnt admit that- especially not to Crowley! She had not even told Grim the truth… He didnt need to know anything other than that she wouldnt be returning home because she was pregnant. That was it.
“Well, luckily for you- My generosity know’s no bounds! And because of all of the assistance and dedication you’ve offered the school over the years you have been here, I will grant another gift.” Yuu frowned- confused on what he was referring to. She knew she had stopped a multitude of disasters over the past couple of years she had been here- especially in her first year when she had stopped seven overblots- but what gift could he give her that would make a difference?
She decided to take the bait. “Oh yeah? And what is that?”
“Well, the school owns a couple of buildings within town- some of which we rent out. Now- I know you do not have the funds currently to rent, however perhaps we could come up with another compromise?” A compromise…? “There is currently a storefront for a cafe, which closed down around a decade ago and hasnt reopened since. Well… its been popular demand that it be brought back- however, I was never able to find someone to manage the store… until now. How would you like to run the cafe?” Yuu was speechless- her mouth opening and closing as she tried to figure out what to say. “I would grant you funds for food and necessities ofcourse- and there is an apartment above the storefront that you can board in… I ask that you just consider it.”
There wasnt much to consider through. It was the best option she had heard in a long time; she would live in a familiar place, relatively safe- she would be able to have a job, a place to live, a stead source of income… it was all she could ask for really. So- she didnt need time to consider it- she knew what her answer was. “I accept.”
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“Yume- you’re gonna be late!” Yuu called upstairs- receiving no reply back.
In a month, it will have been 10 years since her daughter had been born. 10 years of living on Sage’s Island and running the coffee shop for Crowley. 10 years of ups and lows- and coming to grieve, mourn and unteather herself from her old world. It had been easier than she imagined when Yuu not only had herself but her daughter and Grim to think of now. “Grim-” Yuu’s companion poked his head up from the blanket where he rested on one of the many booths in the coffee shop area downstairs. He blinked grogily and let out a yawm- as she pointed up. “Please go get Yume- she is going to be late for school if she isnt down in the next two minutes.”
“Yume! You’re gonna be late!” Grim repeated, yelling upstairs as well, and Yuu put her hands on her hips with a look of irritation.
“Thanks Grim- I could have done tha-” But then there was the sound of small footsteps on the stairs, the sound of a child running down the stairs.
“Im coming!” A high pitched voice called out, and sure enough, in entered her daughter- dressed with her backpack on her back. She had dressed herself, and though she was a little younger than 10 years old, she looked neatly put together. “Im ready to go.”
“Good! Say goodbye to Grim and lets go-” Yuu said as she rushed towards the door. Yume took her time though as she approached their companion.
“Bye Grim!” Yume reached down and gave a big hug to Grim- who accepted it graciously and patted her back the best he could with his paws.
“Bye kid- go and learn something.” He gave another yawn, stretching his back in a similar manner to a cats after Yume let him go.
“I will!” She chirped and ran towards Yuu, running out the door. Yuu pointed at Grim, expectantly.
“Im taking her to school. When I get back, you better be awake and the machines better be running. We open in less than an hour and they need atleast 30 minutes to get hot and going.” She reminded him, but he squashed her worries as he leaped down and walked towards the kitchen.
“Im going, im going.” He grumbled. Yuu smiled, closing the door behind her. She knew he didnt like to wake up early, and yet, without fail for the last few years, he has woken up early to help her set up the shop- even if with a few complaints every now and again. Yuu walked up ahead, finally catching up to Yume, who’s short legs had made it such a far distance without her. Once she finally caught up, Yume held out her hand to Yuu, to hold her hand as they walked- which Yuu took.
“Mama-” Yume started, and Yuu let out a hum that she was listening as they walked the quiet streets. It was early enough in the morning that there was hardly anyone else out and about- especially students from the nearby schools- but not so early that there was no sun. The only people who occupied the streets were the locals and other store owners who were setting up before opening. “My birthday is coming up!”
“Yes it is dear.” Yuu replied. A dog crossed their path, with its owner following behind with a leash. They halted before continuing their walk.
“I know what I want for my birthday…” Yume’s voice drifted off- unsure of herself. Yuu looked down to her daughter, now intrigued.
“And what would that be?”
“I want to know who my father is. I want him to come to this birthday…” Yume asked, and Yuu stopped in her tracks- startled. She knew this would come one day, the day her daughter grew up and would understand the difference between her peers having a two parent household, compared to her own household of just Yuu and Grim. Maybe when she was 5, that was enough, but now… and Yuu could not fault her for it either.
“Well, that is…” she didnt even know where to start, or how to respond. “Your father… loves you very much- but wont be able to come.” Yuu lied- because she couldnt admit just yet that her father- whoever he was- did not know she existed. But Yume wouldnt just leave it at that- she pressed the issue, her own curiosity now outgrowing the answers that Yuu had always supplied her daughter with. That her father was ‘a busy person’, or that ‘he would meet her one day’. But it was no longer good enough.
“But why not? Why cant he come? And dont say its because he is busy- how can he be so busy he cant make time for me?” Yuu pursed her lips. She could see how distraught her daughter was about this- and so, this time, she decided to tell her something equivalent to a truth.
Yuu stopped, pulling her daughter off to the side of the sidewalk, as she crouched down to look her in her eyes. Eyes that looked exactly like her own. Perhaps if Yume even had a hint of her father’s features in her, Yuu would have been able to determine who he was, but fate would have it that she looked like a replica of her mother. “He is a very, very important person Yume. Many people look to him, depend on him, and… well, we need him a little less than other’s do.” It wasnt a lie- it was the truth no matter who she thought of. “Besides, dont be too bummed. Uncle Ace and Deuce are making a special trip to come and celebrate with us!” She could see the disappointment still evident on her child’s face- so she rubbed her shoulders up and down to soothe her. “Im sorry- Is that okay?”
Yume was quiet for a short while, before breathing out and nodding. “Its okay, Mama.” She said. “I understand…”
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However, there is the thing about children: though they might say one thing, they dont mean it. And with Yume- even though she had told her mother she understood- she did not. In her mind, what could be more important that a birthday? Especially her 10th birthday. There was nothing more important than that- and so, she decided that if her mother would not treat this with the urgency is required, then she would.
At first, she was faced with the biggest problem; who was her father? Her mother had never given her a name, a homeland, anything that hinted at who he was exactly to narrow down the search. So, Yume turned to the next best thing after the internet- her mothers private journals. It was brilliant really- and if her mother wouldnt be angry at her for snooping through her belongings, she might have been proud of Yume for being so smart.
Yume opened a box with dust that had gathered on it that had been sitting in the storage room for as long as she could remember. It was a box of belongings that her mother had stored away years ago- things from her years at Night Raven College. On top of the box, in black marker, was a list of things that were tucked away; uniforms, old books, and journals. Journals that possibly contained all the answers to her neverending list of questions that had accumulated since she was 5.
There were only three journals really- not a lot- and there was little written in each of them. The first was written like a fantasy book- perhaps a story her mother had written when she was younger. A story about someone being tossed into a world where they did not belong, and defeating magic that corrupted a persons being- things of fiction. It was then in the next journal, after her mother had graduated from school that Yume found something more tangible in terms of answers; she found names. She recognized some of the names; her uncle Deuce and Ace, her uncles Epel, Jack and Sebek… and then there were some names she didnt recognize. Three names in particular that came up multiple times.
The first was Vil Schoenheit- a name that was very familiar to Yume. He was in some of her favorite movies- and appeared on Television more times than she could count. If he was her father, it would make sense what her mother had said about him being an important person- and Vil Schoenheit most certainly was a very big and important person.
The next was Leona Kingscholar. She did not recognize him, and so she did what everyone did; she looked up his name. There, she found he was the second prince of the sunset savannah. She gasped, giggling excitedly at the idea. That would also make him an ideal candidate- another important person who would hypothetically be too busy to make it to her birthday party. And if he was her father- that could make her a princess! Another loud giggle, as she clutched her tablet-
“Hey, whats all the laughter about?” Grim asked, causing Yume to let out a yelp and cover her tablet and the journal with a nearby pillow.
“Nothing!” She answered quickly. ‘Im just… watching a funny video!”
Grim looked at her, suspicious of her answer, before shrugging and walking into the kitchen. After she could hear his footsteps become further and further, she let out a sigh of relief. She grabbed the journal from underneath the pillow once more and opened it, continuing to read until she found the last name.
Malleus or ‘Hornton’- No last name, and when she looked up the first two names, nothing for Malleus or ‘Hornton’ was found. The closest thing she could find was that the name Malleus came from Briar Valley- an area with little known about it, and therefore, her search was limited. But even so… it was a start.
At the end of the journal, after some passages of her mothers experience at being pregnant with Yume- was three letters. They were unsealed, dusty as well with some of the ink being faded- but still legible. Yume opened each letter, reading the contents. All three contained the same exact message- just with the names swapped out between Vil, Leona and Malleus’s. Each being confessions- the confession that Yume existed.
Suddenly, Yume didnt feel too good. These letters… it made it seem like her dad didnt know she existed… and maybe thats why he never came to anything, never visited, was not around… because the truth was that he didnt know she was alive.
Well- no longer would that be the case! He needed to know, whoever which one of them he was. She sprang up, running to her room and taking out all of her art supplies. She grabbed three empty invitation cards, and started working. Each one, she decorated with a careful hand- placing stickers and drawing with her markers animals and party balloons. On each one, she wrote a message-
“You are invited to Yume’s 10th birthday party! Please come, I would love to meet you. Love, Yume.” She spoke outloud as she wrote. She shoved her creations into the already written envelopes- and sealed them closed with tape. The addresses that were written on them were from 10 years ago- so hopefully they would receive it. And when all three were finished and closed, she looked at them with a huge grin. “There! Now he will have to come and meet me!” She said victoruously.
She ran downstairs, putting on her shoes as Grim sat nearby, loafed on the couch. “Where you off to kid?”
“To the postbox- I have a few letters to deliver-” She said, however left out who they were for.
“Okay- sounds good. Just be careful..” And Grim laid his head back down. He had grown to love home life with Yume and Yuu- especially on their days off of work or when it wasnt busy in the cafe.
“I will be.” She assured him and ran out the door quickly. A couple of streets down and she made it to the postbox, slipping the letters in. Now, there was no turning back. But Yume was ecstatic as she skipped back to her home- thinking about herself in a princess dress and not having to attend school anymore because she would be too important as well…
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“Happy Birthday Yume!” Yuu exclaimed as her daughter walked downstairs, and she engulfed the girl into a huge hug, placing kisses on her forehead and anywhere else on her face she could. “Awww, my baby is 10 years old- you are getting too old!”
“Mama-” Yume giggled, pushing her mom off of her, but failing. “Come on- youre heavy!”
Yuu laughed, letting up off her daughter and backing up. “Well, thats not very nice- especially since Im the one who got you a surprise… One I think you’ll really enjoy-” Yume perked up at that- as she remembered what she had done.
“I also have a surprise for you!” She said, bouncing up and towards the kitchen as she followed Yuu.
“For me? But its your birthday Yume- you didnt need to get me anything…” Her mother replied, and Yume shook her head.
“Its a surprise for the both of us- but I think its one you’ll really like.” The girl said, as she watched her mother start to get out some of the decorations. “Here, let me help!”
Yuu smiled, looking down as she handed Yume some deflated balloons. “Do you think you can blow some of these up and hang them on the fence?”
“You can count on me!” The girl took the balloon pack and ran outside without her shoes on. Yuu thought to call out and correct her, but instead, just scoffed and gave a small grin as she shook her head. Sure she might get dirt and mud on her, but it could all be washed away- it was all temporary, but making sure her birthday was an enjoyable one was her priority.
It wasnt until later on in the day that Yuu was fussing over her daughters appearance- after the decorations were set up, and almost all of the food was finished, Yuu started getting herself and Yume dressed. Her daughter had picked out a pretty turquoise dress, and had been the one to decide what her hair style would be- and Yuu, well, all she could do was obey her daughters request.
Just as they were wrapping up getting ready, there was a knock on the door, and Yume got up. “I got it!” Yuu watched as her daughter opened the front door, jumping up and down. “Uncle Ace! Uncle Juice!” In the doorway were her old classmates and friends. The past ten years had significantly changed the both of them, as they had gotten taller and their boyish features had filled out into more sturdy looking ones- stronger jawlines, and both were much more sure of their own magical abilities.
In both of their arms were boxes- presents with colorful paper and beautiful ribbons- wrapped so nicely that she doubted that the both of them had decorated them as so. “Hey kid- Happy Birthday!!!” Ace said, and Yume jumped to hug both him and Deuce. “You’ve grown a lot- how long has it been since we last seen you- a couple months now?”
“Its Uncle Deuce-” Deuce said exasperatedly. When Yume was two and still learning words and who people were- Ace had made a one off joke and referred to Deuce as ‘Uncle Juice’- and ever since then, it had stuck. Yume now knew his name was Deuce- but still lovingly referred to him as Uncle Juice occasionally. “And, I believe its been nine months since we last seen each other-”
“Almost a year now?!” Yuu asked. “It felt like its only been two or three months- not nine- wow… we are getting old…” Yuu laughed- and Ace and Deuce joined in.
“Not that old- but we certainly are aging… And you too Yume, youre 10 now!” Deuce said.
Yume nodded her head. “Yup- Im getting older too!” She said. “Oh! Uncle Ace, Uncle Deuce- I helped decorate!”
Ace looked around and nodded- “Yeah I can tell- I like what you did with the place-”
“The decorations are outside, idiot.” Deuce side eyed Ace- and the red head looked shocked.
“Y-Yeah I knew that! I was just complimenting Yuu and Yume’s interior decoration skills as well!” Yume laughed, and Yuu beamed at the sight. Seeing all of her loved ones here, and ready to havea good time made her feel like everything that had happened had been worth it.
“Thank you, Ace. Now, how about we all go outside to admire Yume’s decoration skills and start this party?” Yuu asked- and they all agreed.
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It was about an hour later- when the party truly started- that the food was brought out. Ace had some things on the grill after insisting he could barbeque the best out of the three of them, however was slowly regretting it as smoke rose from the grill.
“Is it supposed to be smoking that much?” Deuce asked- though he knew the answer to that- it probably shouldnt be.
“Yeah! Yeah- thats what gives the meat all the flavor- dont you know?” Ace asked- poking at one of the steaks that were grilling. Yume rubbed her eyes and shook her head.
“The smoke is hurting my eyes Uncle Ace-” She whinned- and he quickly closed the grill.
“Well- lets just close that and let it cook then, huh?” He asked hypothetically, as he decided to just leave the meat to cook. As he did so, Yuu came back out with a bowl that had lettuce and other ingredients in one hand, and another bowl in the other that was already prepared.
“Here-” She set down the premade bowl. “Here is the macaroni salad I made last night. And- I still need to put the salad together-” She set down the second bowl filled with the uncut lettuce head and other things. “Aaannnddd- I have your surprise inside! Let me go get it.” And Yuu went back inside.
Ace looked to Deuce and Yume- “Suprise? Dont we do presents after cake?” He asked, and Deuce and Yume nodded.
“Yeah- but this isnt a present- its a surprise.” Deuce stated- and it didnt help with Ace’s confusion. It wasnt until Yuu came outside with a giant cake box in her hands that it clicked into place for Ace and Deuce.
“Well… my surprise for you was that I got you an ice cream cake- Your favorite!” She opened the box. “We cant eat it until later- but I couldnt wait to show you it- and look! It has your favorite animal on it- a bunny!” Yuu pointed. Sure enough, there was rabbits drawn in gray frosting on the borders of the cake, that was lined with purple frosting.
“Oh wow! I love ice cream cake and bunnies- im so excited!!!” Yume looked- standing on her tiptoes to see the cake better. Before she could say anything esle though, there was a knock at the front door- a knock that was unexpected. Yuu looked around, confused. Everyone who was invited was there already- could it be Crowley? He had never popped in unannounced before- not without telling her atleast. “Who could that be?” She muttered under her breath and sat the cake down gently on the table. She wiped her hands on her pants, and got ready to go get the door before she was stopped.
“I-I’ll go get it!” Yume shot up, raising her hand as she volunteered.
Yuu raised an eyebrow, now suspicious. “Did you invite someone?” She asked her daughter, as she sprinted from her chair to the porch back door to head back inside.
“You could say that… Its your surprise!” She exclaimed, and without waiting, ran inside. Before opening the front door, she breathed in a deep breath, preparing herself. This was something she had been waiting for for years now- all culminating to this one moment. This would change her life forever- and so, she unlocked the front door and opened it.
Standing in front of her were three individuals. The three she had been expecting… “You came! You all came! I wasnt sure if you would get my letter, but im so happy-” She gasped- stars practically in her eyes as she looked up to all three of them.
They all looked down at her- as if they could not believe she existed as well- like she was an alien or something odd but interesting nonetheless. “Your letter? So, your the one who wrote out this invitation and sent it to us?” One of the men’s ears twitched as he held up her the invitation she had written out, as well as the letter with her mothers handwriting behind it.
“Yeah! I invited you- but the letter is from my mom.” She explained.
“You are Yume then? Correct?” The tall man with black hair asked. He was the tallest of the three of them- black hair with green on the tips. He wore a black coat with a royal purple waist tie- it was a fancy outfit, but hardly fit the occasion. His ears were pointed- a trait she had seen on only a few people- mainly, a few students from the nearby schools. He must be fae- she concluded. Yume nodded exuberantly at his question- excited he had remembered her name.
“Thats right! I’m Yume-” She extended her hand out as much as she could- but with all of them being rather taller than her, they had to bend down in order to properly grasp her hand and shake it. “Its nice to meet all of you.”
“Where is Yu-” The brown haired man stopped and hesitated, before clearing his throat. “Your mother?” She looked at his appearance- His hair wasnt exactly combed, but it wasnt messy either- with braids throughout. He wore a leather jacket with a lose shirt underneath that was a golden color. Beaded jewlery decorated his neck in bright colors- she recognized it and her eyes brightened.
“You must be Leona Kingscholar- Second Prince of the Sunset Savvanah.” She replied, not answering his question. She then turned to the tall, blonde man that was combed back. He was impeccably dressed- a silk shirt, black pants, gold braclets and necklaces- a true super star. He even seemed to sparkle like he did in all his movies- it was almost blinding. “And you- you are Vil Schoenheit! You were in ‘Moonlight Horizons- one of my favorite movies!”
“You have immaculate taste then.” Vil smiled and folded his arms over one another. “But I also must wonder- where is your mother?” Vil pulled from his inner pocket her invitation as well that didnt have even a fold- kept perfectly flat. “And does she know about this?”
Yume looked at the invitation, and gave a sheepish grin. “Yeah- she knows about the letter- she’s the one who wrote it after all.” She replied. She left out though that her mother had written that letter more than a decade ago- and that she had not sent it, but Yume had. “Yeah, she knows. Please- come in! She’s in the backyard and would love to see you.”
They looked to one another, as if they were only then questioning if they were going to listen and follow a child into her house. However, it seemed their curiosity won out, as they followed her, through her apartment and into the backyard just as she said.
Yuu’s back was turned, as she prepared a salad for the table before the party started. She was just placing the ingredients into the bowl before she was interrupted.
“Umm- Yuu?” Ace turned to his friend nervously. She looked up from the task at hand.
“Yeah? What is it?” When she did look up finally, she saw the terrified and perplexed faces of not only Ace, but Deuce and Grim as well- as they pointed towards the apartment door. She spun and looked- and immediately wished she had not.
In front of her stood three figures from her past that she had not seen in a decade- all following behind her daughter- or rather… the daughter she had had with one of them. They all looked to her, expectantly- and looking almost as they had all those years ago.
Malleus was the first to speak; “Child of man, it is good to see you.”
“Long time no see, Herbivore.” Leona nodded- though he looked less pleased.
And Vil- he held onto a letter- her letter that she had written, and held it up to her, waving it. “Potato- we have much to discuss.”
tw: baz, not lore accurate, cursing, dry humping 😈
hey heyyyy sorry this one took forever, i got sick twice litch-rally back to back then it was just kinda a struggle to figure out what to write but i locked in
also raccoons murdered my pet turkey😖 it’s been a fun week🙃
anyways
i hope you enjoy ittttt hehehehehehehe
(also posting this at 5 am bc i can’t wait hehehe ik some of you read tumblr like it’s the morning paper bc ik i do)
you were in the middle of picking up your messy apartment when you heard excited little knocks on your door. “beannnn!!” you flung the door open and bent down, lena giggling as she surged forward into your outstretched arms. “ohmygosh! i missed you!” you squeezed her before standing, baz standing behind her.
“where’s my hug at?” he gave you that lopsided smirk that would’ve been cute if he was a better person. it somehow worked on a lot of other women, but you just gave him a deadpan stare. “say goodbye to your chud father, lena bean.”
“bye chud father.” she giggled, turning back and hugging around his waist. baz made a face at you, something royally unimpressed. “see ya later kid.” he murmured, hand pressed to the top of her head before she went running inside with her overnight bag on her back.
you shut the door in his face before he could say anything else and went to lena, screeching with excitement that your mini best friend was there to keep you company or else you would’ve rotted into your couch cushions watching love island all day.
“uncle pope got me hair tinsel!” lena now plopped down onto your couch, practically ripping open her little book bag that held extra clothes, toothbrush, hair brush, coloring books, ect for when she spent the night somewhere, either with you or at the cody house.
“oooou!” you sat down next to her, bringing your sweat pant clad legs under you as she dug out the hair tinsel. “let’s do face masks and watch mermaids aaaaaand i have chicken nuggets!”
lena clapped her hands, bouncing in her seat. “i’ll go get the face masks!” she grabbed her bag to put in your room and darted off towards your bathroom to grab the small bottle of the green substance to put on your faces. it didn’t really do anything to your skin, but it was still fun and kid friendly.
you grinned, you loved having a little girl that was slowly turning into your mini me. it was hard for lena after her mom was gone, but you were like a big sister and aunt all in one and took her under your wing.
going into the kitchen you got out the chicken nuggets (dino shaped of course) as a late lunch and tossed them into the air fryer. best invention on earth.
when lena came back out she had put on a pair of sweat pants, just like you were wearing, with the face mask goo in one hand and your two matching snail makeup headbands in the other. you had just turned on ‘h2o just add water’ when she plopped down on the couch, handing the green bottle to you.
she was telling you how bored she was at home as she slipped on her snail eyeball headband, pushing back her dark baby hairs from her face, and how her dad had little time for her. you had slipped yours on too, listening to her talk and feeling so sad for her because you felt the same way when you were her age.
“well, you’re with me now bean and i’ve got all the time in the world for you.” you gave her a big smile which she mirrored as you lathered green face mask on her cheek. “you’re the best aunt in the wholeeee world.”
“i’m your only aunt!” the two of you fell onto a chitter of giggles, finishing her face mask before handing it off so she could put on yours.
the green sludge was cool against your cheek as lena used the plastic brush to spread it around. “don’t get it in my hair!” you exclaimed, giggling along with her as she moved down to your chin and then over your nose.
once you both had green faces and a timer was set, you both sat on the couch watching mermaids and eating dino shaped chicken nuggets as you waited to take off your face masks.
the two of you were in the middle of singing the intro song to your show when three loud knocks came from the door. you huffed and looked through the peep hole, seeing a head full of familiar gorgeous auburn curls.
“hi pope.” you greeted him, watching as his brow slightly furrowed when he looked at your face. you stood before him in an over sized off the shoulder shirt that he could see your nipples through. sweat pants that hung low on your hips and a pair of slippers. and green shit all over your face with a weird headband holding back your hair.
“the hell is that?” he reached up, finger poking your cheek. you swatted his hand away, backing into your apartment. “a face mask.” you tittered as he followed you inside. “lena and i are matching today.” you smiled and plopped back down on the couch next to her.
pope noticed she also had a green covered face, a silly headband with big eyes on it, and was in sweat pants too. “why is uncle pope here?” lena wondered. “maybe he wants to have a girls day too.” you smirked over at him. “no.” he deadpanned, looking around your apartment.
it was sort of messy, but not terrible. definitely not to his standards. you had blankets haphazardly thrown over the backs of your couch and chairs, a few cups and plates on your coffee table that was littered with some different nail polishes, half burned candles, and a couple different packs of flavored weed wraps that had yet to be opened.
and a hot pink pole that was covered in silver tinsel from top to bottom. pope wasn’t too impressed that you had your pole up and weed wraps out, but he supposed lena had been around way worse and your place was kid friendly for the most part so far.
plus lena loved you, she always found a way to bring you up when you weren’t around. she called you her aunt, constantly asked to go hang out with you that poor pope was starting to get a little jealous.
as pope wondered into the kitchen the timer on your phone went off and he watched as you and lena went off to the bathroom to wash your faces. your sink was half full of dishes, your air fryer had been left open and messy with chicken nugget crumbs. it wasn’t very big, you had a small two person table by the window that had zebra print curtains and your fridge was hardly full. just a few bottles of alcohol and takeout boxes sat inside. a couple of stray dressing bottles shoved into the door shelves.
he could hear the two of you talking back in the bathroom, water running and splashing as he stalked closer. “what else do you wanna do today? we don’t have to sit here.” you muttered to lena as you dried your face, voice muffled from the towel.
“hmm, maybe the beach.. but after we do our hair tinsel!” she reached for the towel you gave her, pushing her wet face into the hot pink fabric. “we can go be mermaids with our hair tinsel.” you chuckled, looking up and meeting pope’s eyes through the mirror as he leaned against the door frame.
and of course your bathroom was messy too, his eyes roved around to see stringy bathing suits hung over a towel rack to dry, a couple towels on the ground by the tub, and so many bottles of makeup and skin care. it nearly covered your entire sink.
you heard pope sigh heavily behind you, watching as he looked around like it personally offended him. “what’s the matter?” you asked him, looking over your shoulder as you rubbed your face with moisturizer. “your apartment is so messy.” he gave you his usual disgruntled expression, brows furrowed as he tipped his chin down and looked up through his lashes.
“it’s only me here usually.” you shrugged, turning to lena to swipe moisturizer onto her face too. “then how is it so messy?” he cocked his head, amusement in those dark eyes. you clicked your tongue and scoffed. “listen…”
“listening…”
“…i dunno.” you sighed, smirking as you turned around, muttering to lena to get the hair tinsel del ready. “i was cleaning before you both got here!” you squeezed past him out the door, hips bumping against one another. pope looked down his nose at you and yeah it was highly attractive and yeah you had to put a little speed in your step to get away from him…. especially when you felt his big hand brush against your lower back as he followed behind you. he could smell your perfume, warm and sweet, sandalwood and caramel.
if pope was a cartoon he’d look like one of those lovesick characters that floated after their lady’s sweet scent with hearts in their eyes.
“i’m doing blue tinsel!” lena exclaimed from her place on the floor, the sparkly strands of rainbow tinsel laid out before her. “oooou! i’ll do… hmm pink and silver.” you plopped down behind her on the couch, playfully taking her hair and putting it over her eyes.
she laughed and swatted your hands. “what color should we give your uncle pope?” you teased him, glancing over as you sectioned lena’s hair. she was giggling, trying her best to hold still as you put the blue tinsel in her hair. “green!”
he gave you both a look with a raised brow.
once you had done both lena’s hair and your own, you changed into a bathing suit to get ready for the beach. “do you not have a suit in here bean?” you huffed as you dug through her things. she merely shrugged her shoulders as she sat on the couch.
you growled, silently cursing her father. “grrrr.. your chud father can’t do anything right.” you muttered, earning yourself a huff of amusement from pope. “we can get her one on the way.” pope said, his truck keys jingling as he pulled them from his pocket. “alright, grab the beach towels bean.”
oceanside had quite a few beach stores, all of them relatively close together. the one you stopped in was mere minutes from the beach and had racks of bathing suits and surf boards hung on the walls.
“alright beans go pink one out.” you ushered her off to the kids section. passing by a cute pink bikini with orange flowers. it was small like your usual swimsuits, hardly leaving anything to the imagination. “y’should get that one,” pope came right up behind you, slightly startling you from how close he was. “i’ll pay for it.” he rasped and you could feel his breath on the shell of your ear.
“aw no, i can pay for it and lena’s.” you tried knowing he wouldn’t take no for an answer but you tried nonetheless. he grunted, shaking his head ‘no’. his big arm came around you, his fingers toying at the tiny triangle bottoms. “i got it… maybe this one can be just for me?”
your eyes widened.
you slowly turned your head over your shoulder, your back pressing into his chest now. pope simply raised his brow a touch, the tiniest of smirks playing on his lips.
you let out a slow breath, cheeks puffed up as you snatched the bikini off the rack. “atta girl.” his hand squeezed your hip before he was walking off towards lena. you let out a small gasp. “i’m gonna need you to shut your mouth for five seconds, ohmygod.”
your fucking cheeks were burning red and lord… the heat and ache between your legs had you stopping and standing by the small fan by the register, leaving you to watch pope and lena go through the racks of swimsuits until you calmed yourself enough to go over there.
‘that fucker.’ you thought to yourself. ‘knows what he’s doing.’ so shy and half innocent you thought him to be. what a fucking lie.
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by the time you had gotten back to your apartment the sun had gone down and the blue hue of the night casted over oceanside. lena had fallen asleep on the car ride back, pope carried her inside and laid her in your bed that was surprisingly made before you pulled back the covers and left lena to sleep.
you changed out of your bathing suit, showering off before dressing in a matching sleep set. a small tank top with a little bow in the center and matching pants.
pope watched as you came back out, hair down and messy from being tied into a knot on your head all day. your nipples showing through your tight shirt. you weren’t too tired yet, plus you had an episode of love island to watch.
“you can stay here or come back in the morning.” you murmured to pope, grabbing a blanket and plopping down next to him on the couch. he was more relaxed than he had been, he had a slouch to his back, his legs spread wide, and his shoes kicked off by the door.
he just nodded, staying silent as you flipped the tv on, clicking on love island. you couldn’t pay much attention to the show playing before you, too focused on pope’s body next to you that was radiating heat you could feel even through your blanket.
he was actually watching the show, his eyebrows furrowed as the islanders merely talked and walked around. “what’s the point of this show?” he questioned, glancing over at you cuddled underneath your fluffy blanket. “to find love.” you shrugged. “but none of the couples ever last. only a few have.” you told him. he made a sound of acknowledgement and went back to staring at the screen.
the butterflies in your belly had you shifting, your body tingling all over with excitement that pope was really here right next to you.
the episode was about half way through when you felt your eyes getting heavier and heavier. you had slumped over without really noticing, your head slowly coming to lay against pope’s bicep.
he didn’t mind it one bit as he looked down at you, eyes tired and half lidded as you laid against him. pope carefully moved his arm, letting your head fall against his chest as he pulled you against him more, his arm now around you.
that had you a bit more awake, more alert. the butterflies in your belly fluttered again as you let yourself relax against him. you arm laid across his hips, head resting right under his jaw.
“thank you for today.” you murmured, nuzzling your head against him before tipping your chin up to look at him. pope was already looking down at you, noses nearly bumping together. “you didn’t have to buy our swimsuits, i could’ve.”
“it’s no big deal. i wanted to.” he shrugged his shoulders lightly, not wanting to jostle you too much. you merely hummed, moving your head forward just enough so your nose could rub against his. you felt his arm tighten at your waist, his breathing starting to pick up.
“y’ur so good to lena… to me..” you whispered, placing a feather light kiss to his top lip. “you’re such a good man, andrew.”
that was it.
his free hand came flying up to the side of your face just as he crushed his lips against yours. you took in a deep breath through your nose, releasing soft moans into his mouth every time your lips fell open against his. you hand slid up his toned stomach, over his chest, and into his hair, tugging softly at his pretty auburn curls. he made a noise in the back of his throat at the feeling, his big hand kneading your hip.
you found yourself moving, discarding your blanket and throwing your leg over his lap to straddle him. he welcomed you fully, both of his hands now on your ass and pulling you into him. a muffled moan escaped your mouth. he sat you right on his half hard cock, clit nudging his belt buckle, making another moan fall from your mouth.
“lay back.” you whispered against his lips. he paused, eyes fluttering open to see yours dark, pupils blown wide. he muttered your name, “i dunno…”
“it’s okay. lay back.” you assured him, your hand pressing on his chest. “okay,” he breathed, slowly shifting to his back. “okay.”
you smiled and moved with him, not that you had todo much. his hands were still holding your ass, squeezing and kneading the fat there as he pleased. you shifted and placed your hot covered core right against his fully hard cock. he groaned softly and pulled you back down to his mouth with a hand on your jaw.
you licked into his mouth, grinding against him slowly. with each shift of your hips his bulge pressed against your clit and sent bolts of pleasure up your spine.
he swallowed every moan that came from you as his tongue slid against yours. he was slowly becoming a mess, his hands unable to find one place to stay so they roamed over your ass, your hips and thighs, and your waist. his hips involuntarily moved beneath you, pulling more sweet moans from your lips when he would press his clothed cock to your cunt.
you moaned a little louder than you meant to when he pulled you down harder against his cock, his bulge catching your clit twice in a row before he jolted upwards. you gasped, eyes going wide thinking you had done something wrong.
“ohmygod! are you okay?” you held his shoulders as he let his head fall into the crook of your neck. andrew was breathing heavily, but you could feel him smirking against your skin. “fine, ‘m fine.” he breathed as he came up from your neck.
“oh my jesus! i thought i did something wrong!” you swatted his shoulder. “no, no, i just…” he paused, his brow furrowing in that familiar way it did when he was in thought. you kissed his cheek gently, bringing your thumb up to rub away the crease between his brows. his hands had moved down to your thighs, caressing them as he rubbed his hands up and down them.
“wanna do this right.” he murmured, bumping his nose against yours, drawing a soft giggle from you. “you weren’t doing anything wrong, andy.” you told him in a gentle voice. he swallowed thickly at the nickname.
he shook his head. “lemme take you out on a date first.” you smiled when his dark eyes met yours, small crinkles at the corners and the corners of his mouth quirking up. “or a couple before anything goes any further.”
you playfully groaned, tipping your head back. you tightened your arms around his shoulders, bringing your face closer to him. “how many dates until i can fuck you?” you hummed, eyes glimmering in the tv light. “hmm.. three?”
“dunno if i can wait that long, handsome.” you pecked his mouth. “been celibate for a long fucking time.” you breathed out. “seriously?” he kissed your mouth twice, unable to stop himself from feeling your lips against his own. “yes seriously,” you scoffed a laugh. “just because i hang out with craig and deran doesn’t mean i slut myself out like them.”
he chuckled something small, nodding his head. “good.” he tapped your ass. “all for me then.” andrew leaned in and kissed you again, you hummed against his mouth before you found yourself on your back. you let out a small yip as he laid on top of you, holding his weight up with his big arms near your head.
“but seriously? three dates?” you groaned at him, your hands coming up and pushing his cheeks together, making his lips all squished. he shook his head out of your hold, turning and nipping at your fingers. “yeah, it’s the proper way.” he hummed.
“the proper way,” you repeated with a grunt. “what is this the 50s?” you teased, locking your fingers together behind his head. “how about we fuck on the second date?” you tried with a smile. but you knew andrew was as stubborn as a fucking mule and found yourself groaning when he shook his head ‘no’.
“you’ve been ‘celibate’ this long, i think you can wait a little longer.” he said, brushing back a stray piece of hair from your face. you puffed your cheeks up and let the air out quickly with a huff. “we can do other stuff?” you smiled, trying to get him to agree to something.
but he shook his head again. you pouted, all you wanted was to feel him all over, have him all over and have him so deep inside you that he ruined you for anyone else.
“three dates.”
“the next three days!”
“stop trying to fuck me for five seconds.” he grunted, nipping at your jaw. “but you’re sooooo fucking sexy, come on!” you tried to grind your hips against him, but with his weight on top of you he had you pinned down like the rabid horny animal you were.
“three. dates.”
you stared at him for a long moment, mainly just to tease him. “okay…. two dates.” you nodded, trying to hide a smile by biting your lip. he glared down his nose at you. “three.”
“okayyyy. three dates.”
andrew nodded, shoving his face back into the crook of your neck that still faintly smelled of your perfume. “good girl.” he whispered, his hand coming down and swatting the side of your ass. “you fucking asshole.” you laughed, squeezing your arms around his neck to hold him impossibly closer.
