i was reading the alice in wonderland book today and someone said

Do You Believe in Fate, Chapter 1

AU- college/university Bughead fanfic

Chapter 1 (Excerpt, the rest is on AO3- link below)


“Important encounters are planned by the souls long before the bodies see each other”

- Paulo Coelho

There she is, Jughead thought to himself, his pulse quickening, as she walked towards him. Her hair, brighter than the sun, was tied back into a high ponytail and her lithe body moving gracefully in a light blue sundress. As she moved through the crowd, both tourists and the locals, gave her an admiring glance. And why wouldn’t they? She was stunning. In her right hand, she was holding what looked like a journal, or was it a diary? And a novel.

His observations this past week proved he was right. She preferred to wear her hair up and wearing shades of blue.

Today, she chose an outdoor table at Il Piccolo, three tables down from him. Jughead noticed that almost immediately after sitting, Antonio, a stout middle-aged server in this bustling Roman cafe approached her and asked, “Signora, your usual order? A cappuccino?”

She looked up and smiled, “You remember my order? Yes please, and thank you.”

Antonio smiled back, “Uno momento, signora.”

This cafe was one of his usual haunts, having discovered it shortly after arriving in Rome for his study abroad semester in January. The coffee was amazing, the staff friendly and welcoming. It was also a great place to people watch since it was only a few blocks away from the Trevi Fountain. Six months in, he was enjoying the Roman summer and the slower pace of a summer course load.


With fewer classes to take, he had more time to work on his novel and it was during a particularly bad bout of writers’ block that he had noticed her.

He was hoping to write the next great mystery novel when he got stuck on a new character he was developing- a romantic interest, for his protagonist. He must have read the same paragraph over and over again for a half hour when he was startled by a very loud and obnoxious ringtone. It sounded like a snippet of a Lady Gaga song.

Irritated he thought, Am I the only one that has consideration for other people?

The perpetrator was adding insult to injury by actually having a conversation on her phone. Of course, it’s an American, he thought hearing her accent. And as he turned around ready to glare at the offender, he felt the breath get knocked out of him.

Sensing his annoyance, she had lowered her voice and looked away- but not before he had gotten a good look at her: Lightly tanned skin, big hazel eyes, an expressive mouth and long, shapely legs. Always ready with a witty or sarcastic remark, he was knocked speechless.

Jughead was not a believer in love at first sight, but there was something about her that intrigued him- something about her reminded him of the sunshine and all the good things he missed at home.


Before he could collect his thoughts, she had ended her conversation, plunked some money down on the table and walked off.

He was about to run after her but then he lost sight of her in the crowd. Unsure of why he was so disappointed, he was immediately cheered by Antonio standing next to him and smirking, “Don’t worry, she’ll be back. That’s the third time she’s been in this week. She usually comes between 3-4 in the afternoon.”

So while this cafe was a regular haunt for Jughead, he usually varied his routine- sometimes stopping by before a morning class or for an after dinner coffee. But for the past week he made an effort to come at the same time every day and sure enough, this was the third day he had seen her since that fateful first sighting a week ago and he still hadn’t worked up the nerve to talk to her.

It was silly since he didn’t know anything beyond the superficial about her- but he felt an attraction toward her that he couldn’t ignore. It’s not like he hadn’t dated other girls before but something about her felt different.

On the first day, she sat drinking her cappuccino while writing postcards.

The second day she was sketching with pastels and wrote in her journal for awhile. It was during that visit that he noticed she was traveling with friends. A raven haired girl, named Ronnie and a brunette boy, Kevin- who by the conversation he had overheard, was definitely not either girl’s boyfriend.

On the third day, she was reading an autobiography about Grace Kelly. Jughead found this ironic given her looks reminded him of a cross between the former Princess of Monaco and a Hitchcock blonde.

While what she read was interesting, that was the day he learned what her name was. Ronnie had stopped by to walk with her to dinner and he had overheard her calling her Betty.

Betty, he murmured the name softly. That seemed to fit the beautiful blonde.

Funny how his new character, named Bella, had been gifted with long golden waves and large eyes with the power to intoxicate and distract his private eye protagonist.

After Antonio dropped off her cappuccino with an extra biscotti, Jughead noted, he moved towards him.


“Well, foolish boy,” Antonio said to Jughead in Italian, “what are you waiting for? Are you going to go and talk to her? This is crazy. Love is wasted on the young.”

Jughead rolled his eyes, “I don’t know what you are talking about.”

Antonio chuckled, “Please, your admiration for her is obvious. You are lucky that I’m not 15-20 years younger or I would give you a run for your money. I used to be what do you kids call it ‘a fox’ back when I was young. Do you need a sign?”

“Fine,” Jughead sighed. Who would have thought that he would be so nervous to talk to a girl? He had dated a lot of girls but he had never experienced emotions this intense and raw with someone he had never even spoken to. When he looked up to glance at her again, he finally saw the sign he was looking for.

A slow smile spread across his face as he watched her sipping her cappuccino. She had picked up her book and started reading. It was Alice and Wonderland, his sister, Jellybean’s favorite book. He wasn’t big on fairy tales or fantasy, but out of love for his sister he had read the book to her aloud countless times.

Slowly, Jughead stood up and walked towards the blonde.

It was now or never.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10707048/chapters/23717442

Chapters 1-5 are up on AO3 link above.
Bookshop AU

I don’t remember what number it was, but this is another one of the prompts that had the most votes. Hope you all enjoy and thanks for suffering through Jilytober with me. <3

The small bell above the door rung when Lily walked into the bookshop and her smile widened. She had noticed this small gem while on her way home from work a few days ago, but hadn’t had time to stop by until now. It was hidden behind her usual coffee shop, only a few blocks from her flat and she knew at the sound of the bell that she would be back quite often. Sometimes you could just tell when you walk into a place that it’s going to be special. The smell, the feel, the noises- and this place was going to be special. She just had a feeling.

She walked down the aisles, running her fingers over the spines of the books, pulling out one every now and then, reading the back cover and then putting it back. She wasn’t ready to shop just yet, she just wanted to browse, to get a feel for the place and find out where everything was, see where the best nooks for reading were, where they kept tea and biscuits, those kinds of things.

“Can I help you find anything?” Lily looked away from the books and to the young clerk behind the counter. He had disheveled hair, thick-rimmed glasses that were a bit too large for his face and a friendly crooked grin. He looked like he might just live in this bookstore.

“Nah, I’m good.” She said, smiling politely and then turning back to the books. There was just something about bookstores that put her in a good mood-

“Are you sure I can’t help you?” The clerk asked again, drawing in Lily’s attention. “I can give you some recommendations if you’d like. I’ve read quite a bit of what we’ve got in stock here.”

Keep reading

Original Drama ~Part 1~
Ryosuke, Kuramochi, Haruichi

In which Ryo-san wants to borrow a book from the the library.

Ryosuke: Huh, Kuramochi?
Kuramochi: Oh, Ryo-san!
Ryosuke: It’s rare to see you in the library.
Kuramochi: It doesn’t suit me, huh. Can’t help it, got an English homework so I came to borrow a novel.
Ryosuke: Oh, Rei-chan’s class.
Kuramochi: Anything’s okay, just read an English novel, then summarize it in 3 pages. ‘Told her it’s impossible but she still tells us to do it! Do they even have English books here?
Ryosuke: English Literature are that way, it should be under “Foreign Literature.” The ones translated into Japanese are… things like Alice in the Wonderland, or children’s literature… Or I think short story collections might be easy, too. Maybe someone’s already done an assignment with them and translated them or left notes inside.
Kuramochi: Ohh, you really know this stuff, huh.
Ryosuke: That’s because I’m a regular here.
Kuramochi: Ohh, that’s why you’re in the library.
Ryosuke: Today’s afternoon period is going to be self-study, so I thought I’d borrow a book and read it in class.
Kuramochi: Oooh. What kind do you read?
Ryosuke: I wanted to borrow Mizuki Shigeru’s or Itou Junji’s mystery manga, but the library doesn’t have them… So I thought the library would have Lovecraft, Clive Barker, or Stephen King because they’re pretty major.
Kuramochi: Uhh, who are those? Are they great people? Uhh, people like Edison or Hellen Keller, or Lou Thesz?
Ryosuke: They’re novelists. And that last one isn’t a 'great person’, was he?
Kuramochi: No, Lou Thesz is a great person! And Karl Gotch too! (*)
Ryosuke: Both of them are the same.
Kuramochi: You’re pretty strict.
Ryosuke: Look, you know this Rosemary’s Baby? They made it into a movie too.
Kuramochi: No…
Ryosuke: You should at least read this kind of book.
Kuramochi: I read too! Stuff like wrestling and boxing magazines.
Ryosuke: Those aren’t books. Oh well. Just borrow whatever you’re interested in? Ah, it’s here…
Kuramochi: Oh, the one you said, Love-something’s book right?
Ryosuke: Lovecraft. It’s written on the book bind, isn’t it.
Kuramochi: You’re right. H.P. Lovecraft’s complete works. H.P…? Is it a book about a battle of strength?
Ryosuke: Howard Phillip Lovecraft. It’s just his name. Well, I’ve read until volume 2, so… Hm?
Kuramochi: Volume 3 isn’t here, huh. Maybe someone borrowed it?
Ryosuke: And here I thought I would read it today…
Haruichi: Huh? Aniki? Ah, Kuramochi-senpai, too.
Ryosuke: Oh, Haruichi.
Kuramochi: Are you borrowing a book too, Otouto-kun?
Haruichi: Yes! I borrowed one just now.
Kuramochi: Uhh, is it a mystery book?
Haruichi: Oh… You sure know well.
Kuramochi: As expected, these brothers are similar, huh.
Ryosuke: Just now you thought that we’re similar, didn’t you?
Kuramochi: Ah, no, no! How sharp…
Ryosuke: Haruichi, what did you borrow?
Haruichi: Eh? Ah, this? The third volume of Lovecraft’s Complete Works.
Ryosuke: …Why did you borrow that?
Haruichi: Why…? Because I want to read it.
Ryosuke: I was planning to borrow that.
Haruichi: Huh? You were? But even if you say that, it’s not like you wrote your name on it or anything…
Ryosuke: There’s my name on the card in the second volume, right?
Haruichi: Maybe it is, but it’s been a while, hasn’t it? Lately, the only one who’s been reading this series is me.
Ryosuke: I want to read it now.
Haruichi: I want to read it now too.
Kuramochi: Both of you, calm down.
Ryosuke: Kuramochi.
Kuramochi: Yes.
Ryosuke: Haruichi, you’re my younger brother right?
Haruichi: This and that are two different things.
Ryosuke: Then I’m a senior, you’re my junior.
Haruichi: This is outside the club!
Kuramochi: Oh man, so this is how they have a sibling fight…
Haruichi: Aniki, I will not give up.
Ryosuke: (Laughs)
Haruichi: What?
Ryosuke: Haruichi, you really get stubborn over the weirdest things.
Haruichi: Stubborn…
Ryosuke: It’s okay, you can borrow it. These are separate works, there’s no problem even if I skip to volume 4.
Haruichi: Aniki… Thank you!
Kuramochi: Hyaha! Ryo-san has his kind side too, after all.
Ryosuke: But in return…
Haruichi: In return?
Ryosuke: I’ll borrow volumes 5, 6, and 7 too and won’t be returning them for a while.
Haruichi: Don’t do that!
Ryosuke: Why are you so upset?
Haruichi: I want to read the continuation!
Ryosuke: I can’t read the continuation either.
Haruichi: Then just borrow this first. But return it quickly!
Ryosuke: Hmm? Why is your face red?
Haruichi: It’s not!
Ryosuke: Your face turns red when you’re upset, that’s never changed huh.
Haruichi: It’s fine, isn’t it!
Ryosuke: I’m just joking. It’s okay, I’ll read another book.
Haruichi: Uhh!
Kuramochi: Ryo-san is really kind but he’s not honest huh~
Ryosuke: Kuramochi.
Kuramochi: Yeah?
Ryosuke: Just now, you thought, Ryo-san is kind but he’s not honest, right?
Kuramochi: Eeh!?
Ryosuke: If you don’t borrow a book soon, lunch time will be over.
Kuramochi: Oh, crap! Rei-chan’s homework!
Ryosuke: Don’t run in the library!
Kuramochi: Ah, roger!

*Note: Lou Thesz and Karl Gotch were professional wrestlers.

Remus Lupin x Reader: Moonlight Sonata

Request: Can I request a Remus X Reader with starters 31 and 24 where they’re really close friends and she knows he’s a werewolf but he doesn’t know she knows so she keeps trying to hint to him that she does to see how long until he confesses.

24- “I love you today, and I’ll love you tomorrow and every day after that.”

31- “Help me understand.”

Notes: It was slightly weird to write this because I ship Remus x Dora so much so sometimes I imagine it’s her I’m writing about idk. In this one shot the reader is in Gryffindor just to make things easier when it comes to sharing classes, supporting the same Quidditch team and etc. Hope you enjoy  Requests are open, send them in!  

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“Hello Remus!”

“Good morning, Y/N.”

You smiled broadly at him and he returned a polite smile, although it seemed quite strained. In the last few months of your 6th year you developed quite the crush on him while you spent hours together studying in the library, although many times you just flirted with each other shyly. That way you had noticed little things about him that you didn’t know before: he doodles weird runes on his notebook when he’s bored, he cracks his knuckles before an exam, or the fact that he’s a werewolf. You had found it out quite soon after meeting him–you were really proud about that– but he had never told you himself. You supposed that Lily and the other Marauders knew, but you had never brought yourself to ask them. And anyway, you were sure that they wouldn’t tell you the truth. You had tried to let him know that you knew, but he never caught the hints.

Shaking your head you sat down in front of him at the Gryffindor table. The charmed ceiling showed a cloudless blue sky that morning at the Hogwarts castle. He was looking rather pale, making the scars on his face stand out. You knew the full moon was coming in a couple of days, which made him feel under the weather. His eyes then went back to today’s issue of The Daily Prophet. You smiled faltered, but soon enough you recovered and tried to make him talk a little bit more with you.

“Are you excited for tomorrow’s match? Gryffindor against Slytherin. We are going to kick their asses! If snakes have butts, which I don’t know…” You finished in mutter. His lips twitched upwards, but his eyes stayed focused on the newspaper, not answering your question. Your brow furrowed, and tried with a new approach.

“Professor Adler said today some of us may manage to cast a corporeal Patronus! Isn’t it great? Although they say it is very difficult and that only very versatile witches and wizards manage to cast it. Personally, I think-”

“No offense, Y/N, but would you mind being quiet? I’m not that interested.” He snapped at you, and you stared at him indignantly. You had read that the full moon made him less patient and way more sharp-tongued if he couldn’t sleep through the days before and after –and he couldn’t, because he wouldn’t miss a class, and he wouldn’t want to bring any more attention to himself–. Therefore, you weren’t surprised at his harsh answer, but still, you didn’t want him to talk to you like that when you only wanted to cheer him up.

“What happen Lupin, are you in that time of the month again?” His eyes widened in fear at your words, and you smiled innocently at him, acting like you thought he was embarrassed instead of frightened. You laughed lightly, and added. “C’mon Remus, cheer up! I know that you don’t menstruate. Unless you have something to confess?” You batted your eyelashes ingeniously at him, and he gave a shaky laugh, glancing nervously at you.

“Of course not, Y/N. I’ve nothing to say.”

You smiled weirdly at him, but said nothing. Did he really have so little trust in you? You weren’t part of the Marauders, but you were really close and you shared your fair amount of time with him. You’d consider him a best friend –even if you wish he was more than that–. You shared presents on Christmas and your respective birthdays; he brought you your homework that time you ended up in the Hospital Wing after a disastrous Herbology class; you even met up last summer to buy your books together in the Diagon Alley, as you both thought that it was dangerous for a non Dark Wizard to walk alone nowadays. Did he really think that you would push him away if you knew what he was? Did he think that you’d tell everyone? Or did he thought –which was quite offensive– that you were so stupid that you wouldn’t notice all the obvious hints about his lycanthropy?

“Well Remus, I have to pick up a book from the dormitory, so I’ll be leaving now. I shall see you later in class.”

“See you, Y/N.”

You grabbed two toasts from a plate and drank a full glass of pumpkin juice in a gulp, and in a quick pace, you left the Great Hall, thinking about how blind could he be not to see that you knew, and how, probably, that was because he didn’t want you to know. And that was a terribly saddening thought.

                                                          ***

“Do you like wolves?”

“What?!”

“I said ‘Do you like wolves’?”

“Why do you say that?”

He looked at you horrified –a sight you were getting used to by now– and you only shrugged your shoulders absent-mindedly.

“Your Patronus took the form of a wolf. That’s why I’m asking.”

You raised an eyebrow and looked at him like it was the most obvious thing. A sigh of relief left his lips, and you had to use all your willpower not to roll your eyes at him. Could he be more obvious?

“No, I don’t like wolves actually. Do you like hares?”

“I suppose. I was lucky with my Patronus, I like it. Hares are really cute. They’re fluffy. They have a really healthy diet. And one character from one of my favourite muggle books, ‘Alice in Wonderland’, is a hare. The March Hare is its name.”

He laughed, and you smiled happily at the sound, which you didn’t get to hear often. Either if it was because of his lycanthropy or because of the war, it just seemed like there weren’t many reasons to laugh.

“My mum is muggle, Y/N. I know about Alice in Wonderland. I love that book too. I still read it even if I’m not a child anymore.”

“I do so, too! I never grow tired of it. And by the way, I like wolves, they’re really beautiful animals.”

The smile slowly disappeared from his face, and he looked warily at me, being cautious with his words, like he always was when the conversation dangerously approached the werewolf topic.

“They’re dangerous. Their only purpose is to hunt their preys, without a limit. That’s the only thing they are useful for.”

“I disagree. They have a great endurance, and a fantastic sense of smell and hearing.”

“Which only helps them catch their prey faster.”

“They’re highly intelligent. They are really loyal. If they find a mate, they’ll stay with them for life. They have a close bond with the other wolves, and they’d sacrifice for each other if it’s necessary. That doesn’t seem like a villain to me. I’ll prove to you that there are good wolves.”

He looked rather uncomfortable, like he didn’t want to be having this conversation –which he probably didn’t– and he was looking at you funnily, so you said the only thing you were sure would make him forget momentarily this conversation.

“Hey Remus, I have some chocolate on my bag, would you like some?”

                                                           ***

You walked firmly through the 4th floor Hospital tower corridor, straight to the Hospital Wing. You were carrying a book under your arm: The history of Rome. You had made up your mind: You would walk to Remus, and pressure him until he confessed. And then you would tell him that you don’t care and that you like him and you wanted to go on a date with him. That’s right!

You kept walking determined, but your determination crashed against something. Someone.

“Good morning, L/N.”

You looked up to see the grey eyes and wavy black hair of Sirius Black, looking at you from the door to the Hospital Wing where he was standing. On the other side of the door was James Potter, with his messy dark hair and brown eyes, smiling happily at you. He waved his hand, making you smile at him.

“Hello James. Sirius.”

You went to walk around them to enter the Hospital Wing, but they moved in front of you at the same time.

“Would you let me in?”

They looked at each other, then back at you and answered. “No.”

“Why not?”

They looked at each other again, and Sirius nudged James in the ribs, urging him to say something.

“Eh… Crabbe seems to have caught something. Could be Spattergroit or… Madam Pomfrey is taking care of it by now. It’s really contagious. You shouldn’t go in.”

“He can’t look any worse than he usually does.”

You tried to go inside, but they stepped in your way again. You sighed, closed your eyes, and counted to ten. When you reopened you looked at your watch, you’d have to get going to your next class soon –and so would they–.

“No need to worry guys, I’m vaccinated.”

They crossed glances again, looking confused.

Vacsin-what?”

“That sounds worse than Spattergroit.”

“Is it deadly? Are you going to die, Y/N?!”

In their confusion you managed to sneak in between them and enter the Hospital Wing, listening two last screams of “You can’t go in, L/N” and “You’re going to give that vaccinething to the other patients! Be a little bit more considerate, Y/N!”

You rested against the door, which you have locked, trying to avoid any future interruptions, and looked around. Madam Pomfrey didn’t seem to be around. There were only two beds occupied. One from a 1st year student –probably from a flying class went wrong– and the other occupied by a 7th year pale and skinny Gryffindor, with bandages on the arms and probably –though you couldn’t see them– in his torso too.

You approached his bed and sat on one side, leaving your bag on the floor and the book on the nightstand.

“What are you doing here, Y/N?”

You jumped on your seat and looked sheepishly at Remus, who seemed ready to scold you.

“Oh, I went to the library early in the morning and while I was walking by to get to the Great Hall I saw the Hospital Wing and I thought ‘I could visit my good friend Remus!’ so here I am.”

“That’s really nice of you, but the library and the Great Hall are on the 1st floor and the Hospital Wing on the 4th, how did you get here by just walking by?”

He quirked up an eyebrow seemingly bemused, but you ignored him, and you picked up The history of Rome at showed it to him, smiling widely. He raised an eyebrow suspiciously, and you opened it on the first chapter: Founding of Rome.

“I’d like to sleep, Y/N. I’m really tired.”

“But I really want to read it to you Remus! And I had a hard time finding it. It’s muggle, so I had to dig deep in the library, you know?”

“I appreciate the effort. Really. But right now I’m not in the best position to listen to a long story of the founding of a city.”

You sighed dramatically, and closed the book resting it in your lap.

“Well, then I’ll summarize: the founder of Rome, Romulus, and his brother Remus were suckled by a she-wolf. If it wasn’t for a wolf Rome, a rather beautiful city wouldn’t exist. It is true that Romulus killed Remus because of some disagreements, but that is a minor detail…”

Lupin’s chuckle interrupted your rambling, and you looked at him questioningly. He rose slightly, resting on his elbows, and you quickly hurried to help him, putting a pillow under his back and head. He rested on then with a sigh and looked at you with his green eyes, making you self conscious of your thoughts, like he could read them. You didn’t see them for long, because he closed his eyes and grimaced. You thought he was in some sort of pain until he spoke.

“For how long have you known?

“Known what?”

“You know.”

“I don’t know what you think I know.”

“I know that you know, Y/N”

“What is what you know that I know? Hang on, I’ve lost track of this conversation.”

You pitied him. You wanted to get him out of his pain. You would, but you wanted him to confess first. You wanted him to tell you. To show that sort of trust on you. You knew that if he didn’t trust you he’d never tell you, so if he did tell you it would mean the world to you. And you wanted him to assume that he was a werewolf. And that that was more than fine with you.

“I’m –he looked around, making sure no one was listening, but the kid was sound asleep, and Madam Pomfrey hadn’t returned– a werewolf, which you already knew.”

“I knew.”

His lips twitched slightly, but a sour expression crossed his face soon enough and he stared at you anxious, like he was expecting –which he probably was– for you to run away and shout it from the rooftops.

“I’m not scared, Remus. I still like you.”

You were surprised at how incredibly easy it was to confess your feelings after making sure that he knew that you knew he was a werewolf, and that you didn’t care.

“I don’t think you understand what being a werewolf means.”

“Then help me understand!”

You looked at him with pleading eyes, and he looked away. You waited to see what he would do, and when his gaze returned to you he spoke with a shaky voice.

“I’m dangerous. I could bite you and turn you into one, and that’s the last thing I want for you. And if somebody finds out that you’re in a relationship with a werewolf society would hate you and forget about you. You can’t imagine it, Y/N”

“So does that mean that you want to be on a relationship with me?”

“Is that the only thing you’ve heard? For Merlin’s beard, Y/N!”

“Remus, you are only dangerous once a month, I’m not stupid enough to be around a werewolf those nights.” He gave you a funny look, but you decided to ignore it for now. “And if society doesn’t want anything with me because I love a werewolf, then I don’t want anything with this society.”

He sighed, but a soft smile had appeared on his face. He grabbed your hand and pushed you towards the bed, inviting you to lie next to him .You were surprised at his strength, thinking the full moon would have weakened him. Your head hit the pillow, and you lay on your side. Not wanting him to get hurt, you simply lay your right hand over his chest, near his heart, beating at a steady pace.

“You said you love me.”

“I know.”

He chuckled and grabbed your hand with his own, taking it to his lips and kissing it softly.  You sighed and closed your eyes, still feeling his hands interlaced with yours. It was all going so smoothly, like it was meant to be like this.

“Remus?”

“Yes, Y/N?”

“For how long have you known that I knew what you are?”

He laughed, and you looked at him a little bit annoyed, but when you saw his face the anger disappeared. The sight of a happy Remus Lupin made you incredibly contented.

“Remember when we went to Flourish and Blotts last summer? I realized how you purposefully tried to drag me as far away as possible from the ‘Dark Creatures’ shelf. That was really considerate of you.”

“Since then?! Why didn’t you tell me something?”

You looked at him utterly shocked. All this time he had known and had told you nothing about it, but had allowed you to slip hints at him and he had been acting like he was afraid you’d find out. You were quite outraged at his lying all this time.

“I suppose that it was nice having someone who obviously loved me without needing to have the awkward werewolf conversation. Your shameless flirting was funny –don’t look at me like that, Y/N, it was– but when you began openly letting me know that you knew about my lycanthropy a few days ago I got so scared… I suppose the fear of people that I love leaving me is always there.”

You looked at him, facing a heart-wrenching image: a couple of tears had slipped from his eyes, which he quickly removed with his hand. Until now, you had imagined the physical pain the transformations made him go through, but you hadn’t really thought that much of how emotionally draining it must be for him living with this curse.

“That’s fine, Remus. I love you today, and I’ll love you tomorrow and every day after that.”

“I love you too, Y/N. It feels like I always have.”

You rose from bed and placed your lips on his. They were slightly cold against yours, but they quickly warmed at the friction. You separated, and you moved your eyes away from him, giving him a little bit of privacy, and you heard him sniff, and probably wipe away another couple of tears. The grip he had on your hand tightened to let you know he was thankful.

“You know, Remus?”

“What?”

“For if you didn’t catch my Romulus and Remus reference, I had prepared to wait for you at the Common Room and welcome you with Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata playing in the background.”  

His warm laughter filled the room, and for you, that was a sound more beautiful any composer could ever create.

It’s Been A While - KBTBB Fanfic - Chapter 2

Pairing: Soryu X MC and Eisuke X MC (Love Triangle)
Genre:
Drama, romance, angst maybe? I’m not sure yet
MC Name:
Alice
Rating:
18+ for the whole thing, just to make sure cause there will be swearing and smutty stuff later on

Summary: Alice Daniels met Soryu and Eisuke when they were still in school, they made a friendship that was unbreakable, and still is to this day. But when she finally see’s them again, coming over to Japan to do some business deals for her boss, the bidders soon find out she’s taken on some trouble for a colleague, some trouble that is threatening her life. Will they be able to help? Or will Alice be too stubborn to let them in?

Chapters: 1

Hello again guys, here’s chapter 2 for you all. I never expected the feedback that I got :D I knew I ws continuing this anyway, but my gosh you guys are so sweet and awesome :D I was struggling with this chapter I’m afraid but hopefully it’s just smooth sailing from now on haha

Tagging the usual ikkybaby, julia-greenietea, kittycricket and yamyyams but also I’m tagging zyglavisss hi thank you for asking me to tag you :D so glad you like it :D anyway, enjoy!

“You do know he’s going to work out that peas aren’t the key to growing tall, don’t you?” I asked Eisuke who sat next to me at lunch, him shovelling his peas onto Soryu’s plate while he was grabbing some napkins.

“Maybe, eventually, but in the meantime he can have them” he said, glaring at me slightly. I simply smiled back.

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anonymous asked:

secret admirer HSAU where Carmilla gets notes in her locker from Laura and they finally meet (ending is all you)

(Will probably be a two part) 

To Carmilla Karnstein,

I know this is kind of weird. Okay, no, this is SUPER weird. To find a note stuffed in your locker like this. But I was too nervous to talk to you, so I thought this was the best way to do it. Here goes:

I have a huge crush on you. I’ve had a crush on you all year. And you’ve never really spoken to me, so it’s weird to like you so much, but I do. I don’t expect an answer. Especially since I’m not telling you anything about me. But, I don’t know, I just really wanted you to know.

Have a good day,

–SA (secret admirer)

“You seriously found that in your locker today?” Danny asks.

You roll the paper between your fingers. “Yeah.”

“That’s hilarious, Vampira,” Danny says, “You going to try and track them down?”

“Her. Trust me, if you were the one reading this and saw the handwriting, you’d know it was a girl. And no, of course not. I guarantee you it was a douche trying to mess with me.”

Danny leans against the locker next to me–her locker. Ninety percent of the reason she’s your friend is because her locker is right next to yours. “So, what are you going to do, then?”

“…Hmm…I know exactly what I’m doing.” You grab a piece of notebook paper, and a pen. You use the locker door as a surface and start writing.

To whom it concerns (and you know who you are),

While I am sure you made quite a large sum of money from doing this, or at the very least gained street cred among your fellow nerds, please refrain from breaking into my locker to leave notes to satisfy some stupid bet you made with your friends.

Kindly FUCK OFF,

–Carmilla

Slapping a piece of tape on it to stick it to the locker door, you turn to Danny. “Let’s see what my little ‘secret admirer’ thinks of me now.”

“Wow, isn’t that a little harsh?”

“I do not suffer fools well, Danny.”

“What if she’s not lying?”

You can’t help it; you start laughing. “Please, Danny, if she was telling the truth, I’m not wasting my energy looking for her, anyway. Girl can’t even get the nerve to talk to me.”

“Clearly, you want to die alone,” Danny answers dryly, “You have cynicism down to a science, you know that?”

“And you could teach a college course on being a moral compass. Come on. We have class.”

Danny’s mouth quirks to the side. Rolling her eyes, she follows you. 

You think that’s the end of it. Except it’s not. 

You go back to your locker before lunch and find a note jammed into it. Again. And the note you taped was gone. 

“…Really?” You grab it and unfold it. 

Carmilla, 

I SWEAR, it wasn’t some stupid bet!

…Okay, it was. It was totally a stupid bet. But that doesn’t mean that I don’t have a crush on you! I kept talking about you to my friends and they were like ‘girl, seriously, TALK TO HER. And I was like ‘no, I’m too scared’ so finally they said I needed to tell you I liked you or else I had to do all of their homework for a month. 

So, I made that bet, but only so I’d have the courage to do it. I mean, I’m just a nerdy freshman girl who eats way too many snack cakes. You’re a super cool senior with an awesome punk wardrobe. Who wouldn’t need a little push, you know? 

I’m really sorry you thought I was making fun of you. 

Leaving you alone (from this note on), 

–SA

“Seriously?” You shove the note in your pocket and walk down to lunch. 

“…Hey, Vampira,” Danny says when you sit down, “Walked past your locker earlier. You get in trouble for writing ‘fuck off’ on a piece of paper and taping it to your locker door?” 

“No. I think my little crush saw it and grabbed it.” You take out the new note and show her. 

“Hey, wait, Carmilla’s got a crush?” 

“No, Kirsch, someone’s got a crush on her.” 

Seriously? Bro, let me see!” 

“Danny, you can’t show–” 

She passes it to Kirsch. 

“XENA!” 

“Yo, Will, your sister’s got someone crushing on her, and she’s only a grade below you.” 

“Wow, she’s brave if she’s writing you notes, Sugar-Puss.” 

“Will, give it back!” You snatch it out of his hand. 

“What, you thinking of trying to find her?” 

No, but…okay, so maybe I’m a little curious. She bothered to apologize. That’s kind of surprising, isn’t it? Of course I don’t want to date her. I don’t even know her. Plus, she’s a freshman. That’s just weird.” You appeal to Danny, “That’s weird, right?” 

Danny looks away from you. “Well, not super weird. I wouldn’t call you a pervert or anything.” 

Will and Kirsch look at her. “Whoa, Lawrence, who are you thinking about?” 

“No one!” 

“Xena, spill it.” 

Danny stares at all of you before huffing. “There’s a girl that joined my Book slash writing club, okay? She’s a freshman, but she’s really cute. And smart, you know? She’s not immature.” 

“And who is this future wife material?” 

Danny glares at you. “Her name is Laura, for your information. And she’s not my future anything material. We just became friends.” 

“Danny, you’re an attractive senior with a Letterman Jacket. She’s a freshman. If she says no she’d be an idiot.” You shrug. “Just being objective.” 

“Can we stop talking about me and start talking about how you are going to figure out who this girl is?” 

You shrug again. “Only one thing I can do. Keep writing notes. 

******

To SA, 

Despite my greatest efforts to ignore you, these notes are intriguing me. I do not expect you to tell me who you are, but if you are really so smitten, then I’m sure you won’t resist the opportunity to keep talking to me. So, you’ll find any of my further responses in my locker. Please lift this paper up.

Yes, it is a huge risk. Anyone who wants to know your locker combination until this is taken down will know it. Not to mention the person this note is directed toward will definitely know it. Still. What is in your locker that you really care about? No one follows the rule about leaving your phone inside. 

So someone might steal your math textbook. Boo hoo. 

The next morning, your secret admirer took the bait. In a very weird way. Sitting on top of a pile of your text books is a perfectly folded paper crane. 

You unfold it.

Carmilla, 

You’re right, I couldn’t resist. I mean, WOW, I didn’t think you would be willing to risk me stealing your stuff or something. So, as a thank you…yeah, I do origami. From now on I’m going to leave my notes like this. :) 

My friends don’t know that we’re still communicating, BTW. So you have nothing to fear about it being a joke anymore. 

So I guess we just talk then, right? What do you want to talk about? 

Can’t wait to hear from you, 

SA

Origami. Wow, she is a nerd. 

A real name would be nice.

–Carmilla

You get a response when you check your locker in between classes, also folded into a bird. 

Ell. Call me Ell. Now can we talk about something? Pick anything!

You tear out a piece of paper from your workbook and scribble something down. 

Well, besides being curious as to all the reasons you are so taken with me…how about…what is your favorite subject, I guess. 

You doubt Ell is her real name, but you like it. It’s kind of pretty. 

*****

Carmilla–” 

“Hold on, Danny, I’m writing something.” 

“You’re always writing something now, Vampira. You’ve been at this for a month.” 

“I know, but I’m trying to pry information out of her.” You finish writing and slip the note in the locker. 

“So, you’ve been doing this old-school texting for weeks, and you still can’t figure out who it is?” 

“Well, I’m getting closer.” You pull out your notebook. “Ell is a freshman. Her favorite books are The Secret Garden and Alice in Wonderland. She loves snack food. She mentioned wearing a ponytail once, so she has long hair–” 

Seriously, just admit you have a crush on her too!” 

“I’ve never met her, Danny, I don’t have a crush on her.” 

“But her personality.” 

You think about it. You have to admit that this had started out as a game…but now you’re genuinely enjoying Ell’s little origami notes. 

On the other hand, she’s described herself as a nerdy girl that eats way too many snack cakes. And she’s a freshman. How attractive could she be?

“…I will admit she’s not annoying. I wouldn’t mind being friends. Hence why I’m trying to figure out why she is.” 

“Hopefully you’ll figure it out in time for prom,” Danny says with a wink. 

“Shut up. Why are you talking to me, anyway?” 

“You have been putting off coming to book and writing club all year. You don’t have to go home right away. I am forcing you to come this time.” 

“Danny, I know I said it, but that doesn’t mean I really wanted to.” 

“Not giving you the option. Come on, Carmilla.” 

You groan. You like reading, but you enjoy it specifically because it didn’t involve interacting with people. 

“Come on, it’s in Mrs. Cochrane’s room.” 

You walk in. You see Sarah Jane, Elsie, and Natalie already inside. The desks have been moved so they’re in a circle. 

There’s another girl you don’t recognize. 

“Alright, guys, what have we read this week?” Danny asks. “Ignore Carmilla. I forced her to come today so she’s being even more misanthropic than usual.” 

You flash the devil’s horns sign and plunk down in a chair. 

“Hey, Carmilla, this is my friend Laura,” Danny continues, “You haven’t met her yet. Laura, this is Carmilla.” 

Laura keeps her nose stuck in what she is reading and squeaks out, “Hi, Carmilla.” 

Geez. Why does Danny have a crush on this girl? 

“Okay, let’s talk about what we read this week, guys.” 

Your eyes glaze over and Danny is shaking you. 

“Carmilla, you seriously slept through the entire meeting?” 

“Ugh, I told you I didn’t want to be here.” 

“Well, come on. Me and Laura like to go eat pie after meetings. Want to come?” 

You look at Laura. Shrug. “Sure.” 

You end up in between them. You look at Laura. 

“So–uh–what’s your favorite book?” 

Laura opens her mouth and says nothing. After about thirty seconds she blurts out, “Alice In–Frankenstein–SECRET GARDEN.” 

Wait. 

Alice in Wonderland? The Secret Garden? 

And she’s a freshman? 

And her name is Laura. Laura. L. Ell. 

Holy shit. 

You’re staring at her. Danny starts laughing. 

“Wow, Hollis, you don’t have to be so nervous around seniors.” 

“Sorry, Danny, I just feel off today…” Laura mumbles. Danny cuts you off–you have to stop and then step around her–and puts a hand on Laura’s shoulder. 

“Not feeling up for pie?” 

“No, I’ll be fine. Just a–a cold coming on, or something.” 

She’s making a very concentrated effort not to look at you. 

“…I’m going to take off, Danny. Will always needs help on his math homework about now.” 

“You sure?” 

You look at Laura. “Yeah. See you tomorrow.” 

*****

To Laura,

That’s right. I know who you are. It was pretty obvious once I ran into you. 

Let’s get this out of the way. Unless Danny is a VERY unreliable narrator, you guys have had this…almost thing going on. And we have apparently had this almost thing going on. 

I may not act like a great friend sometimes, but Danny is one of the most loyal, and noble people I know. I will not let you continue to lead her on if you really have a crush on me. 

On the other hand, I will not lie and say I have not been thinking about how I feel toward you. Your stupid little origami letters have been somewhat of a highlight of my day for a few weeks. Being rather adorable in person is just a bonus (not to mention, how are you so tiny when you, and I quote, ‘live on a diet of twinkies and ho-hos’?). 

So, I will do the feminist thing here, and give YOU the choice. 

I will be going to prom–I was planning to anyway, my friends were forcing me–and I am asking you to go with me. I will be wearing a tux because I’m weird that way. It’s black and white, dress accordingly–IF you go. 

Or, you can choose Danny. I won’t be mad at you for that. She deserves a nice girlfriend, way, WAY more than I do. 

But, no matter what you choose, I will not continue communicating with you–in person or otherwise–until I see, or don’t see you at prom next week. 

Sorry for the short notice. 

Hope to see you there,

–Carmilla

Pregnancy Preferences- Nursery

Sorry that this is a bit late! I forgot all about it today. ~Cel

Luke: Alice In Wonderland

“So you’re painting the nursery today?” Luke asked as the two of you were eating breakfast.

You nodded, finishing up your cereal. “Yep.”

He picked up the dirty dishes and put them in the sink. “Any chance you’re gonna tell me what it is?”

“Nope.” You said smiling.

Luke pouted. “Can I get a hint?”

Shaking your head, you giggled. “Any hint I tell you will give it away.”

“Fine!” He sighed before kissing you sweetly.

You hopped off the breakfast bar and went straight into the nursery. Everything was cleared out courtesy of Luke and the boys to help you paint. You were really good at painting. Like really good. Luke often encouraged you to sell some of your work, but you could never part with them.

“Y/n I’m stepping out for a bit!” Luke called out.

“Alright! Bring some Pork Rinds please!” You yelled back.

Luke chuckled loudly at your request. Your cravings were a bit weird and he found it amusing. Your little girl was making your apatite go all wonky. Some of your absolute favorite foods made you want to throw up and the things you thought you would never eat a day in your life made your mouth water.

When you heard the door shut behind Luke, you ran to your room. Sitting by your bedside table was your favorite book and your inspiration for the Nursery. Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll.

You always loved Alice in Wonderland ever since you were a kid. You would beg your mother every night to read it to you and eventually would read it yourself. You had seen every movie adaptation there was and enjoyed them deeply, but nothing could compare to the book. It held your child like innocence and curiosity in such a way that the movies just couldn’t touch.

Once Luke gave you free reign over the nursery you knew immediately what you wanted to do. It was surprising that Luke hadn’t figured it. Alice In Wonderland was your most favorite thing in the world. How could he not figure it out?

With your 1st edition in your hand, you went back to the nursery. You flipped the pages to decide what illustrations you wanted to use. There were so many you just didn’t know which to choose. You did decide to not use any color though. The black and white drawings were much prettier than when they were in color.

When you found the ones you wanted you sat the book down and began to paint. You painted all of your favorite characters! The Mad Hatter, the March Hare, the Dormouse, the Gryphon, and your number one favorite, the Cheshire Cat. You decided against adding Alice though.

Deep down you really wanted to name your little girl Alice. It was the name you’ve always wanted to name your daughter if you did ever have one. You never mentioned it to Luke though. You were too scared he would shoot it down, especially since you guys had yet to talk baby names.

Five hours and three breaks later, you were completely finished with painting. You still needed to get furniture for the nursery but that could wait. For now you were completely pleased with how it turned out. Suddenly, you had the urge to pee and quickly went to the bathroom. When you went back to clean up you noticed someone else was in the room.

Luke was studding the walls closely. His back was to you so you couldn’t tell if he liked it or not. It made you extremely nervous. He sensed you behind him and turned around with smile.

“It’s so beautiful y/n” He said and relief washed over you.

You smiled back. “You like it?”

He nodded and moved around the room to see the other drawings. “Alice will love this.”

My eyes went wide. “Alice?”

Luke played with his lip ring, walked towards you, and placed his hands on your tummy. “I know you want to name her Alice and I do too.”

You lit up. “Really?”

His smile grew as he nodded. Before anything else could be said you pulled him into a kiss and smiled up at your wonderful boyfriend.

Ashton: Green

The smell of eggs awoke you from your slumber and you followed the smell into the kitchen. Ashton was standing in front of the stove making breakfast. You walked over to him and slid your arms around his waist. He jumped slightly before leaning into your touch. You saw his beautiful smile as he turned to face you.

“Good morning babe.” He kissed you lightly and then place a kiss on your tummy. “Good morning bump.”

You giggled. “Bump and I are very hungry.”

“Good because breakfast is ready! Now go sit down.”

You smiled and gave him a quick peck before going to sit down. You quickly scarfed down your breakfast while Ashton watched you. Bump was making you hungry all the time and you were glad that he wasn’t giving you any restrictions on food.

“What’s on the schedule for today?” You asked.

Ashton looked so excited. “Today we’re painting the nursery.”

You groaned loudly and let your head fall onto the table. This was the one thing you were dreading. You know that painting the babies nursery was suppose to be a big thing, but you just didn’t understand why. How could painting a room be fun?

Ashton pouted. “Come on y/n! You promised.”

“I distinctively remember being forced to say yes.”

“I didn’t force you!”

You glared at him. “You tickled me until I said yes.”

He crossed his arms. “I did nothing of the sort.”

“Alright well then I’m not obligated to help then.” You got up from the table, but Ash quickly wrapped his arms around you.

“Y/n, please help!” He whined while giving me the puppy dog eyes.

“Fine!” You groaned.

Ash smiled brightly before jumping out of his seat and running into the nursery. You laughed at how much he reminded you of a child. After putting all the dishes in the sink, you followed where Ash had gone.

The nursery use to be  a spare bedroom that was used when family or one of the boys would come over. All the old furniture had been moved out and put into storage. The only things inside were the paint cans, paint equipment, and unopened boxes of nursery necessities.

Picking a color to replace the ugly white walls was difficult. Since the gender was unknown, you had to pick a color that was neutral. Ashton wanted yellow while you wanted a soft orange. Eventually you both agreed that green would be best.

Ashton opened the paint can and poured it into the container. “So I’ll start painting and you open the boxes?”

You nodded, grabbed the box cutter, and opened every box. While Ashton was painting the wall you were putting things together. You weren’t pregnant to where you couldn’t function, but it was still tiring.

Within a few hours Ashton had put one coat of the green over every wall and you had the bed, changing table, and dresser put together. The rocking chair still needed assembling as well as other small knickknacks. The two of you decided a break was in order.

“Sandwiches and tea?” Ash asked you.

You nodded eagerly. “Yes please.”

He kissed you before going to the kitchen. You sat on the floor and ran circles over your belly. Bump kicked you causing a smile to spread across your face.

“Your daddy and I are very excited to meet you.” I said. “I think you’re really going to like him. Your dad I mean. He’s kind of a dork and I know he will embarrass you, but you’ll end up loving him just as much as I do.”

“Y/n?” Ashton said behind you, causing you to jump.

You turned and saw him caring a tray of sandwiches and two cups of tea. You smiled up at him. He put’s the tray inf ront of you and sits crisscross. The two of you are happily munching on the sandwiches.

“So you think I’m a dork?” He smiled.

You laughed and shook your head. “Irwin, I thought you were a dork from the moment we met.”

“But I’m your dork.”

“Yes you’re my dork.” You reached over and ruffled his curls. He took your hand, gently kissing it. Both of you returned to eating your food with bright smiles.

Michael: Moon and Stars

“But Michael!” I whined.

“The answer is no y/n.”

You pouted up at him. “Why won’t you let me help?”

His arms wrapped around your waist and his kissed the top of your head. “Because this is something I want to do on my own.”

You sighed and eventually gave into the hug. Michael was painting the nursery that day and you weren’t allowed to help. At first you thought it was because you were pregnant and Michael didn’t want you to strain yourself. But you then realized that It was indeed something he needed to do himself.

“You sure you don’t need my help?” You mumbled into his chest.

“I’m sure.” He chuckled. “Go do wedding stuff while take care of baby stuff.”

You pulled away with a smile. “Call me if you need anything.”

He nodded before placing a small kiss against your lips. With a final goodbye, you reluctantly left the house. There were many wedding things that needed to be done even though the it wasn’t for a while. You were lucky that you guys hadn’t set a date before you found our you were pregnant. Meaning you wouldn’t look like a wale on your wedding day.

You were on your way to meet up with your best friend when you passed by a Babies R’ Us. The temptation was too much to resist. Within seconds you were pulling into the parking lot. You know you didn’t need anything from the store. The recent baby shower pretty much supplied you with everything. There was just something that was missing.

What it was, you didn’t know. But deep down you realized once you found it, you would know. So you scanned up and down the isles with a basket in tow. After twenty minutes you still had no luck and you needed to leave or you weee going to be late. You were about to give up when you found it.

Sitting on a shelf was the cutest stuffed lion plushie you had ever seen. Even cuter than Daniel the lion! You knew you had to have it. Your little girl needed to have that lion.

You grabbed the lion, put in the basket, and rushed to check out. The entire time you thought of your beautiful daughter taking that little stuffed animal with her everywhere. It made you smile brightly and rub your tummy.

As the day went on, your mind was still on the lion. You had the woman working register at the store wrap it up so Michael could open it when you got home. You knew he would love the lion just as much as you did.

The entire ride home you figited in anticipation. Not only for the lion, but to see the nursery. You were a little worried about what Michael had done. His tastes were a bit different compared to yours. You just hoped whatever he chose wasn’t too crazy.

“Michael!” You called out once you walked in. The present was tucked under your arm.

Michael’s head poked out from the nursery. You noticed some purple paint on his cheek and felt a little relieved that he hadn’t chose a strange color.

“Hi” he said, wrapping his arms around you and kissing you softly.

You smiled against his lips. “Hello.”

“What’s this?” He gestured to the box.

“A surprise.” You beamed. “How’s the nursery?”

“It’s finished if you want to see it.”

You nodded your head frantically and nearly ran off to the room. Michael chuckled at your enthusiasm while grabbing you by the waist. He walked you the room with his hands covering your eyes. You weren’t a fan of it, but you didn’t complain. He stopped you and you could feel your insides fluttering in excitement.

“You ready?” He asked.

“Yes!”

Michael removed his hands and you gasped. The room was absolutely beautiful. The walls were painted a lovely shade of purple. Almost a plum color. Just over the bed was a small mural of stars and the moon. It was so beautifully painted and you wondered how Michael did it. But it wasn’t the color nor the mural that had you taken back. It was the words painted in beautiful script that made you feel overjoyed.

Moon Of My Life

You and Michael were very big fans of Game Of Thrones and he would often call you that when you felt down. For him to have that in the nursery meant more than anything to you.

His hands made there way around your waist. “Do you like it?”

You turned to him with a teary smile. “Words can not describe how much I love it.”

He beamed at your words. His eyes traveled down to the box that was still in your hands. “So what’s the surprise?”

“Why don’t you find out!” You said, handing it to him.

Michael gingerly took the box out of your hands and opened it. He didn’t say anything. He only stared at the lion with a smile graced upon his lips. He put the box down before pulling you into a deep kiss.

Calum: Pink and Blue

“Calum.” You said softly while poking your sleeping husband’s cheek.

“Not now y/n!” He groaned and turned his back to you.

You shook him. “But you have to wake up!”

“No!”

“Calum Hood, if you do not get up I will call your mother and tell her about that time you went streaking!”

He lifted his head to glare at you. “You wouldn’t dare.”

You just smiled and reached for the phone on the nightstand. Calum grabbed you before you could even get your hands on it. He pulled you on top of him to where you were straddling him. Before you could protest he sat up and kissed you.

“Good morning.” He whispered against your lips.

“Good morning.” You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck.

His fingers ran up and down your sides. Leaving a trail of goosebumps wherever he touched. “So what’s so important that I had to be awoken by my very mean wife?”

“It’s nursery painting day.” You beamed.

Calum fell back onto the bed with a loud groan.

“You’re not getting out of this Hood.”

“Does it have to be today? Can’t we do it another day?”

“When? When the twins are born?”

“We could just not paint it!” He jokingly pointed out.

You threw your hands up. “Oh sure! And you know what! Our babies don’t need cribs. They can sleep in cardboard boxes!”

“That’s a horrible suggestion!” He fake gasped. “What kind of mother are you?”

You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose. “Why did I marry you?”

“For my charm and boyish good looks.” He said, sitting up to kiss you again.

You shook your head. “No I think it was your ass.”

“Well at least your honest.” He laughed before pulling you into a kiss.

“Come on!” You said, getting up and tugging his arm. “We have loads to do!”

He groaned again, but got up from bed. The two of you had a quick breakfast before getting to work. The nursery was going to be two colors. Since you were having both a boy and a girl, one side would be pink and the other blue. You took the blue side while Cal had the pink.

You had the stereo on, blasting some Nirvana and Katy Perry. The two of you were singing and dancing along to the music. Even though he didn’t want to paint, he looked like he was having fun.

Suddenly, you felt something cold and wet hit your back. You turned back to Cal, who was trying to his a laugh. You touched where you were hit and saw thay it was pink paint.

“Oh you’re in for it now.” You say grabbing the blue paint bruah and flinging it calum. It hit him right in the face, leaving a lovely bloch of blue on his right eye and cheek.

He stared at you I shock before reaching for his own brush. “You have no idea what you just did Hood.”

“Don’t you dare! Not in the nursery!” You yelled.

So the two of you ran outside with paint cans and paint brushes. It was a full on paint war right in your backyard. Neither of you were being merciful about it either. By the end of it, both of you were covered in paint and the cans were completely empty.

“We look like cotton candy!” You laughed after calling truce.

He laughed as well and kissed you. He pulled away with a grimace. “You don’t taste sweet.”

You shoved him. “That’s because someone decided to paint my lips pink!”

“Well someone thought it would be a good idea to give me blue hair!” He protested.

“I still think it brings out your eyes.” You smiled.

He shook his head and chuckled. “Come on. You need a shower and so do I.”

You kissed his cheek and shoved him. “Last one there has to buy new paint cans.”

“You’re on!” Was all he said before the two of you ran into the house.

Little Mischief

Chapter No./Oneshot: One shot

author: jem-hirano

Rating: It’s pretty G rated actually.

Original imagin: Imagine being a little kid around the age of 5, hanging around with Loki. When you see Loki being the bookworm that he is, you can’t help but constantly giggle around him, call his name from the highest bookshelves of the library, and cling to his leg when he walks and bother him until you fall asleep sitting on his lap with an iron grip on his armor and cloak.

Notes/warnings: I’ve actually been wanting to do a submission for this blog, but I not good enough when it comes to the erotic stuff. So when this came up I was so happy I just hope to finish and submit before anyone else does. This is with one of my personal OC’s named Lolita. 

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                Lolita sat up in Loki’s bed, not at all surprised that he wasn’t there when she awoke. It was normal routine for her ever since she began living in the palace with him. Lolita was five years of age, and was not of Asgard (though that didn’t seem to be a problem for Loki or the others). She had been living with the royal family since Prince Loki found her, abandoned in the gardens at the age of two. She had no memory of family, all she remembered was that she had been left there by her father—an unknown figure whose face Lolita can no longer picture.

Though she was of earth Lolita was not human; she had deep sapphire colored eyes and her pupils were narrowed into slit—not unlike a cat—and she has pale blue colored skin and dark blue hair that naturally spiked into two small devil-like horns on her head and she could perform magic. She kept her blue skin hidden away by a spell Loki had taught her. it replaced the pale blue skin, and gave her a pale tanned complexion instead. It wasn’t out of disliking that he taught her the spell but rather out of kindness. Loki knew that being the way she was, Lolita would have a hard time fitting in with the asgardian children. He taught her the spell so that it would be easier for her to play among the other children. (however it was taught in vain, since she was much too shy to speak to anyone her own age.)

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