There was only the occasional sound of Severus turning the page of his book every few moments or so. He was pretty mellow when he was winding down for the evening. His dark, charcoal hair was unkempt, which was fine considering that he would be going to bed before too long.
He had a good book in his hands, he was in a warm bed, and most importantly you were there with him. He was perfectly content.
But your mind was hard at work.
You were particularly quiet tonight, laying against his chest with his arm hooked around you so his hand could creep back to allow him to hold his chosen reading for the evening. Both of you were nestled into the soft mattress, wrapped up in the dark sheets and enjoying each other’s company.
It was hard to enjoy it, though, when you were so distracted.
The last several days had kept you rather preoccupied. The racing and turning wheels in your head were making you restless. Being caught up on one singular thing was much more exhausting than it seemed.
And it was even harder when it was laying right next to you.
You loved Severus. You loved him dearly. You adored every part of him. He was different than anyone you had ever known.
You knew that he loved you. He would never deny it. The way he peppered you with kisses every morning to wake you up, the way his eyes glowed when he looked at you, and how his ice cold demeanor melted away when you were near.
He always showed you that he loved you, but he never told you that he loved you.
His love language when it came to showing it leaned towards physical touch and acts of service. And that was something you loved about him…but sometimes you felt as if you needed the words of affirmation part too.
The lack of verbal confirmation sometimes left you to interpret how he really felt. The interpretation would lead to insecurity. The insecurity always led to doubt.
And the doubt always led to Lily.
You knew about Lily. Over time, Severus felt that he trusted you enough to tell you about Lily and what she meant to him. Lily was Severus’ first love, his first disappointment, and his first real heartbreak. Severus had already been a bit of a dark person, a lost soul. You wondered if losing Lily had permanently hindered him.
He loved Lily. She was his first friend. He wanted her and he cared about her. He wanted to spend every moment of every day of his life with her. He wanted to marry her, have children with her, and love her until one of them was in the ground. Her death affected him greatly. He would always love her.
But would he ever love you the way he loved her?
You lazily dragged your fingertips along his arm, scratching lightly and gently. He could tell that you were thinking about something serious.
He had noticed that you had been rather distant from him over the last couple of days. Your focus was elsewhere. He caught you staring off into space more than once, a glazed look in your eyes as you mercilessly overworked yourself and used all your brainpower.
“Would you care to share what you’re thinking?” Severus asked, obviously knowing you were lost in thought again.
Severus was an avid user of the practice of Legilimency. He had become extremely skilled at reading the minds of other people over the years. However, he respected your boundaries and never intruded if he wasn’t asked to.
“Just thinking.” You said.
He chuckled, his eyes still trained on his book.
“Well, I gathered that much. More specifically?” He persuaded.
“I’m just thinking about you.” You told him truthfully.
That surely got his attention. He removed his arm from around you, closing his book, and setting it aside to give you his full focus. He shifted to where he was sitting up a little straighter, looking down at your cozy frame and looking into your beautiful eyes that he loved so much.
“Is that so?” He asked. “May I ask what about me has you so occupied?”
As much as you loved Severus’ eyes, it was hard to look at him sometimes. He just had such a powerful gaze.
You averted his eyes. You didn’t want to lie. He’d be able to see right through you. He patiently waited, stroking your head as you mustered up the courage to speak.
“Do you love me?” You asked, and immediately regretted asking it so bluntly.
That was beyond abrupt, and the look on his face proved it. He pulled you in closer, an expression of curiosity and worry spreading on his features.
“Darling, where is this coming from?” He asked. “Of course I love you.”
You weren’t sure if he had ever told you that he loved you. It felt exhilarating to hear him say it…even under these circumstances.
“I just wanted to be sure.” You fiddled with the edge of the duvet.
He sensed that there was something more to this conversation. Something that was the root of this.
His hand came to the side of your face, cradling your cheek to make you look at him.
“My love, have I done something to make you think otherwise?” His head tilting to the side ever so slightly.
He was genuinely concerned about this. He knew that he wasn’t experienced going into this relationship many, many months ago. He had to learn everything by doing it, and there had been some definite trial and error. If there was something the he was doing (or wasn’t doing) that made you think he didn’t care for you, then he needed to know.
“It’s just that…well…” You sighed. You were in too deep now. “You never say it.”
He pondered on that for a moment. Surely, he had told you that he loved you plenty of times. He thought it all the time. That had to have been translated and come out in the form of words before.
But the longer he thought about it, the more he began to see that it hadn’t.
“Oh, my pretty girl…” He cooed, an apologetic look crossing his face. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize.”
“It’s alright,” You gave a weak smile. “I just wanted to be sure there wasn’t something wrong.”
“It’s not alright if it bothers you,” He said. “That’s something I will work on. Although, I don’t believe it will be hard to do.”
His smile was comforting. It reassured you, but only partly. There was a different underlying issue that hadn’t been addressed. And he caught it.
The lingering look of anxiety clouded your eyes. He could see that something was still stirring inside you.
“Is that all you wanted to talk about?” He asked.
This was your window of opportunity. If it was bugging you this much, then you needed to talk about it. But Lily was such a touchy subject.
It wasn’t necessarily that Severus didn’t want to talk about Lily, but he didn’t particularly like to. Bringing her up felt wrong on your part. He had worked hard to move on, and it wasn’t fair for you to bring him back to it.
So, you decided to let it rest.
“No,” You tried to sound satisfied. “That’s it.”
He wasn’t buying it. Something else was wrong. This was one of those trial and error moments.
He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to respect the fact that you had ended the conversation and move past it…or if he was supposed to press on knowing that you still weren’t okay.
“Are you certain? I’m here for you if there’s something on your mind.” He said.
“I’m sure.” You snuggled back to your previous position, leaving yourself to stew for the remainder of the night.
He felt uneasy letting this go unresolved. He couldn’t force you to talk, and he didn’t want to pressure you. He gave a loving scratch to your scalp, reaching for his book to continue reading.
Feeling sick was the only way you could describe your current state. You were so anxious and overwhelmed that it felt like your chest would collapse in on itself.
It felt stupid – comparing yourself to someone who wasn’t around anymore. It felt even worse to make Severus out to be the bad guy over something that wasn’t his fault.
You couldn’t keep doing this. Would you let Lily haunt you for the rest of your life? Would you ever be able to feel secure if you didn’t address it? This was going to tear you up from the inside out.
You couldn’t just let it go.
“I’m sorry…I can’t ever be her.” You said so quietly that Severus almost didn’t hear it.
His eyes diverted upward from his book.
“Her?”
“I can’t be her, Severus. I can’t be Lily.”
That was what this was all about.
His blood ran frozen for a brief moment. A wave of guilt washing over his entire being. He knew that there was something more to all of this, he just didn’t know it was that.
He set his book aside again with no intentions of picking it back up.
“[Y/N]…” He said at almost a whisper. He moved your head to where you were looking at him again. “I would never want you to be like her. I want you to be yourself.”
You shook your head, realizing that he didn’t understand what you were saying. His brows furrowed in confusion and concern at your sudden confession.
“That’s not what I mean. I’m saying that…” You trailed off for only a moment before finishing your thought. “I can’t ever be what she was to you.”
His heart hurt to hear you say that. He felt like he had failed miserably if that was how you felt. He couldn’t stand the thought of you feeling unloved or unworthy because of it. There was no reason for you to feel less than because of her.
“Darling, don’t you know what you mean to me?” He questioned, stroking your cheeks with his thumbs. “I can’t deny that I loved her. But I love you so much more and differently…I love you so truly and deeply.”
A sprout of reassurance began to grow. With time and affection, it would blossom into a newfound confidence. He kissed your head with a hum.
“I’m sorry that I made you feel otherwise,” He went on. “I still have a lot to learn.”
“I didn’t mean to bring up a sore subject,” You swallowed. “I just-”
“No, no, no. I always want you to tell me if something is wrong, especially if it’s my fault,” He said. “This chapter of my life…this chapter with you is what I want most. I want you the absolute most. Forever and on.”
“You think that you can put up with me forever?” You tried to joke.
“Oh, I fully plan on it,” He answered honestly. “But I mean it. I don’t want you to be anybody but yourself.”
Maybe you weren’t Lily, but you were yourself.
That was all he could ever want.
“I love you,” He spoke in his deep, silky voice.
He kissed you once more before adding on one final thought before the two of you turned in for the night.
Ghost stirred awake, a quick and sharp inhale of air entering his lungs when his eyes snapped open.
It took him a moment to identify where he was. He had to re-familiarize himself with his surroundings before recognizing that he was in his bedroom, safe and sound from the outside world and the horrors that plagued his dreams.
His body relaxed when he comprehended this. A long, burdened sigh sounding from his chest that felt tight and weighted with false-alarm panic.
He remembered then that he wasn’t alone in his safe space. In fact, the person that made him feel the safest was right next to him. His sudden movement and the sound of his discomfort pulled you from your slumber, immediate guilt washing over him from disturbing your peace.
“Simon?” You said with a light and groggy voice.
His heart swelled at the sound of a your voice. Your caring and generous tone brought comfort to his anxiety that ran rampant through him.
He pulled you closer, as close as he possibly could. The hard thumping of his heart could be heard through his chest that your ear was pressed against.
“Mm,” He hummed as an affirmation that he heard you. “Go back to sleep, doll.”
You ignored his command.
“Are you okay?” You asked, pulling away just enough so you could look at him. Your eyes just barely opened to get a good look at him.
This wasn’t the first nor the last time this had happened. He was no stranger to his real-life nightmares infiltrating his sleep.
“Yeah, I’m alright.” He nodded, doing his best to hide the shakiness in his breathing.
He would calm down soon. He just needed time to pass.
“Bad dream?” You asked.
He almost chuckled. There was no getting anything past you.
“Mmhm.”
Granted, it wasn’t as intense as some of the nightmares he had in the past. The most real and vivid ones would have him in a cold sweat and a disoriented state of pure terror.
But nonetheless, you understood. This was still one of those dreams.
“Can I do anything for you?” You dragged your fingertips across his back with a light touch.
A scar here. A scar there. The marks that created the map that was Simon Riley.
“No,” He pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead. “Just stay right here.”
That was far too easy. You wished you could do more. If you could take the pain and suffering from him, you would. But he would never, ever wish that on you or anybody else.
Ghost’s hand came to the back of your head, settling it in the crook of his neck. The trembling in his fingers had slowed, his breathing was steadier.
Having you there with him was the best reminder that was okay and he was safe. The support and love of the woman he admired was extremely helpful in returning him to normal.
And if staying right where you were was all he needed and asked of you, then you were more than happy to oblige.
Tags: Angst. Momma Peach and Poppa Price fight in front of the kids.
Word Count: 4.8k
“I would’ve if you had let me.”
She had been at it for hours.
She had a side stitch from standing for so long and the splitting pain in her head was only getting worse with each passing moment. The stress and tension of the room didn’t help, but there was no way she was giving in.
She could do this all day, but it was beginning to take a toll on her.
Her brain felt like it was swimming in circles. The same movements repeated in her hand gestures and leg motions, and the same threats and words of venom spit from her mouth as she tried to break the man sitting in the middle of the room.
How about you're sick and severus have to take the baby or babies to the class for day?
If you're not okay with it,It's okay
(Sorry if this hard to understand,English is not my first Language)
Hope you're having a lovely day,thank you💕
A/N: Drabbles are closed, but this request made it in juuuust before I closed requests.
The joyful squeal of a baby caused a break in the silence of the classroom. Every head snapped up, staring at Severus as if they had just seen a ghost. Severus’ free hand came to the baby’s back, rubbing sweet circles to encourage his child to settle down to let the students work.
Not that any of them were actually focused on their work. They were too distracted by the babbling infant in their professor’s arms. To say that the students were surprised to walk into class to see Severus bouncing a baby on his knee was an understatement. Most of them didn’t even know that he had a personal life, let alone a child. They were avoiding asking questions, and they were trying not to stare too much.
In their defense, Severus had never brought your baby to class before. Usually you were the one to keep an eye on your child during the day, and Severus usually took over in the evenings. However, you hadn’t been feeling well the night before, and by the time morning had rolled around, you had fallen ill. You weren’t dangerously sick or anything of that nature, but you definitely weren’t well enough to tend to an 8 month old all day.
Severus was worried about you being sick, and insisted that he take the baby to class for a day to allow you to fully rest. Besides, she was an easy child and never caused too much trouble. But she still was a baby after all, and she couldn’t help but get excited over the new environment and all the fun sounds from potion making.
“If you have prepared it correctly, your potion should be bubbling,” Snape instructed as he walked around the room, your child in his hold, “Make sure that it doesn’t-”
He was cut off when she shrilled again, her smile was bright and wide as her hand pointed wildly at the cauldron in front of her. It was the cauldron of Ron Weasley, who had (not surprisingly) produced the potion incorrectly to cause it to turn a shade of purple. Your daughter looked at Severus and then back to the cauldron to let him know that she liked whatever she saw.
Ron looked at the infant with a raised brow, and then tilted his head at his professor.
“Is it right then?” Ron questioned, referring to if the baby’s outburst was any indication of his progress with the potion.
“No,” Severus huffed at Ron, “She just likes purple.”
Ron’s shoulders drooped in defeat, his voice grumbling at his wrongly produced potion. Severus continued to walk around the room, surveying his students and instructing them through the steps. He lightly bounced your daughter as she looked around, her noises of jubilance and thrill only getting more frequent as the class went on.
Eventually, she was squirming in Severus’ arms, suddenly restless and more interested in looking around herself. This brought the class to a halt as Severus held her out in front of him and looked at her with an amused look.
“How about I let you crawl, pumpkin?” He asked rhetorically to the infant, knowing he wouldn’t get an answer.
The floor was clean enough for a baby to wander, so Severus allowed her to free roam around the room. She was a swift crawler, and she practically made a beeline to the feet of Draco Malfoy. She was clearly fascinated by him, her little arms raising above her head as a request for Draco to pick her up. He stared down a the child as if she were a figment of his imagination, not having the slightest clue as to what he should do with her.
Thankfully, the young Slytherin was saved when everyone swarmed around the baby. They were excited, because suddenly they wanted to play with her. All the students formed a circle around her, taking turns tickling her and talking to her. Severus made a few attempts to rope all the kids back to their work, but they proved to be fruitless, because they were more interested in her.
After all, she was enjoying all of the attention. Her legs wiggled with glee as she sat in the midst of all these young teenagers. Turns out she had just wanted someone to play with all along.
“She is SO cute!” Pansy Parkinson beamed as your daughter smiled at her.
“How is she so fast?” Neville Longbottom gaped as she zoomed from Hermione to him.
“She has your eyes, Professor!” Hermione Granger proclaimed.
Severus couldn’t help but grin from where he watched at his desk. People had always told him that her eyes matched his. They were pools of inky black that were mysterious yet beautiful. He took a lot of pride in that.
Severus let the students play with her until class was over, everyone saying goodbye to her as they filed out. Severus returned to her, scooping her up and bringing her to his desk once everyone had left.
“You’ve had a big day, yes?’“ Severus spoke as he sat at his desk.
Severus had a break for the next hour or so, and he took that as his chance to catch up on some work now that her playful mood had been satisfied. It really did warm his heart to see the students interact with her. He hadn’t expected this day to go as well as it had.
“I should bring you to class more often.” Severus said to her.
She didn’t reply since she couldn’t talk yet, but she made a content whimper before resting her head on his shoulder.
Severus continued to rub her back, rocking her and lulling her into a well needed nap.
Tags: Minor injuries. Brief references of child abuse. Maskless Ghost.
Word Count: 5.5k
“You’re special to me.”
It wasn’t the first time that you had asked.
Every once in a while, you would make the same request to Ghost. It was a request that he always took with ease and understanding of your curiosity. It was a seemingly simple ask, but mutually understood that it was much more important than it seemed.
“Can you please take off the mask?”
But it was a request that he politely declined every time.
Simon “Ghost” Riley x Fem! Reader (Ft. John “Soap” MacTavish)
Warnings: Gunshot wound. Blood loss. Injury. Mentions of death.
Word Count: 4.6k
A/N: So I’m not totally sure how accurate some of this is. Also, I’m not sure if parts of this are canon? Read with caution LOL. Primary blog is @allixiler, so note that any replies from that account means that it’s me! Can’t make replies from a side blog SMH.
“Stay where you are. I’m on my way.”
Military call signs. Clever, crafty, and specific to the person they’re associated with.
There was one main, golden rule when it came to call signs: don’t complain about your own call sign, or else they’ll give you something worse.
Yours wasn’t exactly one that you were thrilled with in the beginning. It wasn’t as badass as you would’ve liked. If you had been given the opportunity to choose, you would’ve chosen something a little more…tough. But once the name stuck, you were stuck with it. You didn’t dare let even a single word of distaste fall from your mouth. If anybody caught wind of you complaining about it, they’d give you something to really complain about.
Warnings: Profanity. Emetophobia. Mentions of sex. Pregnancy. Tokophobia.
A/N: This is a part 2 to this one-shot, which was an unofficial part 2 to this one. So read this one first and then this one. Also, there may be some medical inaccuracies because I will be the first to admit that I do not know how pregnancy worked in the 1800s. Shoutout to Google for assisting me the best that it could….NOW TAKE THIS ONE-SHOT, YOU GREEDY BASTARDS!!!!
Word Count: 5.8k
“You’re going to be fine, sweetheart. You’re going to have your baby very soon,”
Something was different. Something had most definitely changed.
To be completely honest, you didn’t notice that something was off right away. It had been a gradual process, and one that had crept up on you until it smacked you in the face. The fatigue had been the first thing that you had noticed. It wasn’t unusual for you to be tired. You lived a rough lifestyle, and one that often took a toll on your energy levels. However, the heightened sense of drowsiness was new, and something that you noted as peculiar. While it was strange, it didn’t faze you much. It didn’t put much of a damper on your day, so you shrugged it off with ease.
It wasn’t until several weeks passed that you realized that something wasn’t normal. The fatigue had worsened and you were suddenly experiencing occurrences that were not the usual for you. Arthur had been the first to notice that you had been rather irritable. For someone who was usually so patient and so level headed, you had been acting awfully short tempered.
“We’ll put your intuition to the test tomorrow. For now, we should all get some sleep.”
“Hey. Hey, [L/N].” Sean bubbled, trying to get your attention.
You looked up from the hole in Arthur’s bedroll that you were trying to sew a patch of cloth onto, your eyes meeting the grin of the ever so eager Sean MacGuire. You, Sean, and Arthur were sitting around a fire, taking a load off from a long day of travel. Arthur was sitting against the base of a tree not too far from where your makeshift camp was set up, his hat over his face as he attempted to get a little rest before fully turning in for the night. He had handed his bedroll over to you when he realized that there was a hole in it, since Arthur’s sewing skills were less than polished.
“Yeah?” You replied, letting him know that you were listening.
“Whatcha think?” The overly talkative red-head inquired, tapping his foot on the ground of the Earth below him as he always did when he was jittery.
wait omg reader is pregnant and poly!husband!marauders feel the babys first kick for the first time and they are all super emotional
Sirius Black x Remus Lupin x James Potter x Fem! Reader
Warnings: Pregnancy.
Word Count: 933
A/N: I just made this a short one-shot!
“Oh, angel, I’m so excited.”
“What the hell was that?” Sirius sat up abruptly, eyes snapping open with surprise.
“Hm?” You stirred awake from the nap that he had just woken you up from.
“I don’t know what just happened, but I just got hit in the face!” Sirius squealed, his line of sight set on your pregnancy risen belly.
Based on the way he was acting, you would’ve thought that someone had just seen an alien or someone had told him the centaurs weren’t actually real. The sudden commotion alerted Remus from the kitchen, where he had been preparing dinner for the evening. He wiped the flour from his hands with a red and white striped dish towel, one of his eyebrows quirked as to what Sirius was on about. Remus removed the gold band from his left hand to clean it of any remnants of the white powder.
“What’s the matter with you, mate?” Remus questioned, not an ounce of real concern in his voice.
Sirius turned and looked at him, his eyes as wide as they possibly could’ve been. He extended his arm, pointing his index finger at your three-month risen stomach.
“I just got hit in the face!” Sirius cried,
“[Y/N] hit you?” Remus questioned, not quite believing such an accusation.
“Wha-No!” Sirius went on, “I was laying here with her, and all of a sudden I was whacked in the cheek!”
“Sirius, what are you talking about?” You murmured, voice groggy from being woken up so suddenly.
“I’m talking about whatever the bloody hell just happened to me!” Sirius screeched, running a hand through his black hair stressfully.
James appeared in the doorway, entering from his office space that was just down the connecting corridor.
“Sirius, what are you freaking out about? I can hear you all the way from my office.” James told him, feeling slightly irritated that he had been disrupted so annoyingly.
Remus didn’t feel like Sirius going through it again, so he did the honors of catching James up.
“Sirius says that something just hit him.” Remus repeated, slipping his wedding ring back on his finger.
“The fact that you’re a nut?” James snickered, clearly not taking this situation any more seriously than Remus.
“I was sleeping so well.” You grumbled, rubbing at your eyes in agitation.
Sirius decided to ignore both comments, and he pleaded his case one last time.
“I’m telling you! I was laying here with her while she napped, and then I felt something bump into my face!” Sirius begged for someone to believe him.
No one knew what he was talking about. He wasn’t making any sense whatsoever, and none of you really cared to look that much into it. Remus and James shared a glance of puzzlement. They both made a mental note that if anyone were to actually lose their marbles, it’d be Sirius. No one said anything else, just standing in thinking silence to come to a conclusion. Just as James had turned to return to his work, the lightbulb in Remus’ head popped on.
“Ohhh. My love, the baby just kicked.” Remus announced, a bright smile glowing on his face.
It took a few moments for it to set in, and suddenly the atmosphere changed from thick confusion to bubbly delight. All three of them scrambled to you, huddling around your belly like it was a national treasure.
“It kicked!” James gawked.
“Can you feel the baby moving now, bunny?” Remus asked, looking up at you from where he was knelt down in front of you on the sofa.
“I knew that I wasn’t crazy!” Sirius laughed.
They were ecstatic. You had never seen all of them on the same level of jubilation like this before.
“You know, now that I think about it, I’ve been feeling a few flutters in the last week. I didn’t realize that’s the baby moving.” You remarked, putting the pieces together finally.
This was huge for all of you. It felt like a milestone in this pregnancy journey. It was a beautiful sign of life, and a reminder that you had a little one coming soon.
“Oh, angel, I’m so excited.” James
“So am I! I wonder if-” Sirius suddenly was cut off by himself and the other two with their individual noises of surprise and accomplishment when a quick, sudden movement came from inside your belly.
You gasped at the fact that the baby kicked again, but laughed it off when the three of them began babbling over one another in excitement. They were too exhilarated to let the moment pass without spilling their praises and words of glee. Eventually, though, the noise dwindled down into blissful silence, each of them taking turns and taking their time doting over your pregnant belly.
“Don’t kick your mum too hard,” Sirius chuckled, “We can’t have you driving her mad.”
Tears pricked at James’ eyes, his cheeks turning a shade of red from the sudden urge to start crying. He pressed his lips to the rise just below your sternum, leaving a sweet kiss there.
“You’re going to be the most beautiful baby,” James hushed out, not even fighting the tears that were streaming down his cheeks, “I can’t wait to meet you.”
Remus was halfway between laughing and crying with pure joy. They were all beyond thrilled for this chapter of your shared life together, and they couldn’t wait to be parents.
“Your Mum loves you so very much,” Remus spoke, mirroring James’ action in giving your belly a peck;
“As long as you don’t turn out like Sirius, then we’ll be just fine.”
Don’t waste the rest of your time here worrying about other people—unless it affects the common good. It will keep you from doing anything useful. You’ll be too preoccupied with what so-and-so is doing, and why, and what they’re saying, and what they’re thinking, and what they’re up to, and all the other things that throw you off and keep you from focusing on your own mind.
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