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A Birth Announcement

This ficlet is part of the Claire returns early with Bree AU which begins with A Ringing Phone and a Folder.

This ficlet is a direct continuation from Padding the CV

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Available on AO3 as The Nature of Choice.

This is an Outlander canon divergence AU.

As always, let me know what you think.

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new yorker min yoongi

◦ pairing: reader x yoongi

◦ rating: pg

◦ word count: 1.2k

◦ requestCan you make a Fluff with Yoongi, i don’t know what kind of fluff story but anything because i’m feeling for lovely yoongi this month. 

◦ a/n: Yoongi’s V Live got me emo. He just wants to wander SoHo with a coffee in hand 😫 LET HIM LIVE. Anyway, maybe he didn’t get to when he was in NY this time, but if there’s anything I can do, it’s this. (It just so happened to fill an earlier request I got, so two birds in one stone!!)

m a s t e r l i s t

The smell of rain stuck to the damp cobblestone ground as you practically dragged your boyfriend behind you. He hid under the brim of his hat, looking down as he worried about who might see him. “Jagi…” he started, his voice was raspy and worn from the night before. All the growling and rapping two nights in a row plus all the travelling and lack of sleep prior had really taken a toll on his voice.

“Babe, can you just open your eyes for a second,” you huffed impatiently. You had gone through all the trouble of sneaking him out of the hotel and you weren’t even sure if he even looked up from the ground yet. You knew New York might not be everyone’s cup of tea, especially for a Daegu boy, but you knew that Yoongi had wanted to see SoHo and you had at least hoped that this would pry him out of his ball cap. “I know it’s no Seoul, but this is my home! It’s where I live and where I have fun. Can you just be here with me for a minute?”

Yoongi locked his eyes with you. “That’s not it at all. I love being here with you, you know that.” He took his hat off and looked around cautiously before readjusting it on his head. You knew he was right. It wasn’t every day that he was the one in your city. It was usually you who went to him, but with the tour stopping in Newark, you were swimming in the bliss of having him right beside you in public. “We just have to be careful is all,” he shrugged, but finally looking up from the ground, you could see the smile play at the corners of his lips. He squeezed your hand in his, and with the same lips that he heeded caution about being seen, he planted a soft kiss on your lips.

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[x] - requested by sociallyawkwardperi

“I want you to move in with me.” Sherlock suddenly proposed, and you looked up at him in surprise. “Well, you know all these very trivial facts that I refuse to fill my head with. It might come in handy some day.”

“‘Very trivial’?” you spluttered, and Sherlock rolled his eyes. “Sherlock, John told me you didn’t even understand the solar system. That’s basic stuff.”

“Yes, ‘very’.” Sherlock continued. “Is that news to you?”

“Honestly, no.” you sighed, sitting opposite him. “Fine, I’ll move in with you.”


“The hangout spot.”

Warnings: N/A

Pairing: Noah x Reader

Request: could i maybe request a noah from scream one where noah really loves the reader. but she gets kidnapped by the killer just mess with noah and they have to find her and when they do she’s okay and he tells her he loves her finally??? hats long omg i’m sorry. i love you writing btw😅❤️

Words: 751

(I love writing for Scream, quick note I do write girl x girl imagines too. Requests are open!)

Originally posted by cchriscolfer

Noah’s hair was messy and out of place from all tugging from his lean fingers. A look of distraught was showed on his face as he held the phone in trembling hands. “Hello Noah. You might have noticed someone hasn’t been answering your text messages. Perhaps they are hanging around somewhere. The thing is, can you find her in time? Or will she… how do I put this lightly… swing away?” The dark voice chuckled in Noah’s ear, panic filled him quickly. He couldn’t lose you, no he couldn’t let the one person he loved more than anything die. Audrey steadied him, “Noah. We’ll find her.” Noah took a deep sharp breath trying to calm himself. His phone beeped, Audrey snatched his phone and glanced at the screen. Her eyes widened, the killer had sent a video. The camera was up close to your face the flash disturbed you as you tried to desperately get away, blood was dripping out of your mouth and there was a huge gash on the side of your face. Noah peeked over and nearly threw up in the bushes with Emma patting his back. “Well then we fucking have to find her, don’t we?” Brooke said frantically gathering everyone up.

Everyone searched Lakewood head to toe, but no one could find you. Everyone was nervous and sprinting everywhere they could look. Noah desperately tried to figure out where the call came from or where the video was, but all he could feel was your life slipping through his fingertips. Everyone met up again at the school parking lot, out of breath and losing hope. “Noah give us places, anywhere. Anywhere he would know you have a weakness, a special place. Anything!” Noah was silent, shock evading his head til Audrey couldn’t take it all. She slapped him across the face with all her force, taking everyone by surprise “God damn it, Noah! Focus!” He felt his cheek, a place where you once kissed so tenderly, and immediately sparked up. “The. Oh my god, why didn’t I think of this before? The woods! We had our first date in the woods with the hanging trees.”

The group raced across town. Noah, the man of calling out Scary Movie cliches, didn’t even think of his possibility of death. All he could think about was you. It was becoming darker and the sky was blooming of orange and pink as Audrey and Noah sprinted around calling your name. Emma ran blindly, her head whipping around til she spotted something. Something hanging. Bile rose to her mouth as she called out, “I think I found her!” Sweat dripped on Noah’s head as he ran, holding his flashlight out in front of him. And there you were, head limply falling in front of you as your arms were bound tightly to the tree branch making you hang by your hands to the tree. Your body swayed from side to side, unconscious to the world around you. Noah let out a cry, “Untie her!” Brooke and Gustavo quickly worked to untie your arms from the tree, your body shifted as Noah grabbed you tenderly. “N-Noah.” You whispered out, Noah let out a relieved laugh. “We need a new hangout spot.” You smiled painfully and let your hand fall on his cheek, feeling the warmth from his fingers you were comforted. He laid your body to the ground, holding your upper body tightly to his chest. “Oh my god, (Y/N).” “I’m okay. I’m okay Noah.” He searched your body everywhere, your lips were bleeding and the gash looked pretty bad but you were safe. Noah looked into your eyes and began to register the fact that he almost lost you, he loved you and you could have been gone. “I love you.” Your eyes flicked up into his, “I love you (Y/N). God isn’t this cliche, you’re almost dying and I’m holding your body begging you to live.” Your chest hurt but you laughed along with him, “Get over yourself, Foster.” Audrey helped you up and you steadied yourself on Noah’s shoulder. “I love you too Noah.” He wrapped his arms around you, giving you a small kiss on your forehead. “Noah?” You limped along with the group, he turned his head to look over at you and hummed trying to get you out of the woods as quick as possible. “Did someone slap you?” His cheek had a light red hand print, Noah groaned loudly and said “Audrey!” “Sorry. Not sorry.”

400+ Followers!

Originally posted by ingridtan

A year ago, when I started to play SLBP I had no idea I would stumble into this lovely fandom in Tumblr. I was going through a bit of dark times and needed something easy I could play to distract myself. I had no idea I would be dragged into otome hell, but this is a place I’m glad to be in.

I have found so many great people to follow and to talk to! I’m glad to be a part of this fandom and I’m glad so many people also want to follow me and talk to me. You are awesome!

Some nice people have asked about requests and I haven’t previously had any guidelines, so:

I’m clearing out my inbox and requests are open:

All request I have at the moment will be gone. If you have sent me a request in the past months and it has gone unfulfilled, I apologise. Feel free to send it again and I’ll see what I can do.

  • I’ll accept requests for SLBP. 
  • I’ll do short fics/drabbles, scenarios and headcanons.
  • For headcanons, specify which lords you want me to write about.
  • Please be as specific as possible when requesting. I might ask for more details.
  • I’m not a very fast writer, so writing the requests will take time. The earliest you can expect I’ll be finished will be two days after sending the request.
  • I accept NSFW requests, but they take longer to be finished.
  • If I get over 10 requests, requests will be closed until I clear them up.
  • I’ll try to fill all the requests I get, but I might deny them if I feel like I can’t do them.
  • Don’t be offended if your request gets denied.

Things I’m working on at the moment: 3 multi-chapter fics, part 3 for Trust and some smut for Kojuro and Saizo. Please look forward to them!

Title: Heartless pt. 2

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Jumin Han x MC/Reader/You

have fun reading, everyone!! this is an AU request! i’m back from my holidays!! expect more HCs ( since this is the main purpose of this blog lol ) and a few updates from here to there~

this prompt is entirely based on jumin’s route but instead, an AU of that route. he and mc, as requested, met on very odd circumstances.

Part 1

❝ This is gonna hurt but I blame myself first, 
cause I ignored the truth
Drunk off that love, it fucked my head up, there's no forgetting you
You've awoken me, but you're choking me, I was so obsessed
Gave you all of me, and now honestly, I've got nothing left

You silently mourned the entire ordeal of your life as you slowly stepped upon the familiar lands in which, once upon a time, you had inhabited. Removing the sunglasses on your face, you gently stepped down the air stair attached on the mount of the plane you rode. With your duffel bag on your shoulder and a clear view of what you needed to do in your brief return, for the first time in years, you inhaled once again the air of the country you once called home.

Everything was too sudden – what happened with your family business, the stress your father caught and him falling terribly ill. The doctors contacted you and told you that he needed enough rest days before his heart transplant. Your eyes widened upon this news – you didn’t know what you’re gonna do. You knew your father was too old to have an operation but you wanted him to get better. He’s a strong man – he can withstand it.

On his sick bed, you held the hands of the man who fearlessly raised you as who you are now and promised him, despite him sleeping and not hearing anything you’re going to say, that you’re going to take care of everything from now on. Enough running from the past that still haunts you to this day.
You’re not going to run away anymore.

A black BMW was waiting for you on the reception area of the airport with a driver holding out a sign that says, “Welcome Home, MC.” You immediately noticed the crest just above the BMW sign and the logo printed on the driver’s side. It’s your company logo and your family crest.

The driver escorted you and drove you until the reception area of your hotel in the middle of a busy city district. How many years has it been since you last gazed upon the sight of fast moving cars and blinding city lights? You tightened your grip on the small gadget you held on your hand as you let out a sigh that you seemed to be holding back since you came back.

“2 years, huh?” You whispered under your breath as you stepped out of the vehicle and gazed upon the tall, 4-storey architectural lobby when you entered the reception area of your Hotel. The bell men helped your driver carry 3 of your luggage as you went straight ahead to the Front Office. The faces looked new.

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anonymous asked:

Can I request a scenario with Kid and Bartolomeo where they find their artist s/o's sketchbook and it's filled with detailed pictures for them from fighting to domestic stuff? I've seen this request before but not with my babies lol

You’ll get it with your babies haha, but it’s headcanons coz I dont do scenarios anymore ;)


  • oh idk man, I think this might get him all flustered tbh
  • with a furrowed eyebrow he’d look through all of the sketchbook and make a shocked face at some pics, an endeared one at others and a pretty confused one at others again
  • Occasionally he’d go
  • “Lmao that one time was funny haha”
  • and
  • “Jesus fuck” *with red cheeks*
  • and


  • has somewhat a similar reaction
  • only cutting the anger, since he worships the ground his s/o walks on so he probably won’t ever get mad at them
  • not even looking at the embarassing pics
  • He’d blush and make stupid heart eyes mostly I think
  • but like in a very eccentric way
  • If he sees his s/o the same day he’d be all over them smooching them and lifting them up spinning them around out of pure adoration
Not So Familiar

Not So Familiar
[It was just a simple potion. So how the hell did you just turn your cat into a beautiful man?]

Not So Familiar II☾ Not So Familiar III

It wasn’t that you were a bad witch…per se.

The life of a witch wasn’t so easy.

Especially when it came to potions. Deciphering ancient runes that were often backward left for some pretty unpredictable spells. And perhaps that was partially your own fault for taking just a few artistic liberties in the ingredients. But hey, where were you supposed to get sage in Seoul? Especially at this time of night.

Shrugging, you tossed in a stalk of rosemary.

You were working on a simple levitation potion and should have finished it ages ago, but you lost your spot in your book and couldn’t remember what had already been added to the cauldron. At this point, you were just hoping it wouldn’t explode.

Your landlord wasn’t really having it with you anymore and these random stains that’d get on the floors and walls. She’d already threatened to evict you and was just looking for one more opportunity to finally toss you out.

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morning glories

summary: Of Tuesday mornings, suburban mysteries, and the shy, blue haired girl next door.

pairings: gray/juvia natsu/lucy jellal/erza gajeel/levy sting/minerva rogue/yukino alll my trashy pairings

sidenote: i got one sentence into a request and was like ‘i got an idea’ so i abandoned all my civic duties to do the thing


And - here comes Dragneel, going for the gold,” Natsu narrated, slamming the basketball down and kicking his leg over it, like he wanted to look cool but just ended up looking like a third grade child.

“FAKE OUT!” Natsu screamed, jerking his hands with the ball to the left and then pulling right.

“Natsu - it’s not a real fake out if you announce the fact beforehand,” Gray informed, easily blocking the so-called ‘fake out’ with his hand.

Natsu laughed and kicked him in the shin. Their daily basketball games had begun more and more competitive with each day of summer, it was impressive that they weren’t sick of it yet.

Then again. It was barely three days into summer,

“So,” Natsu began, once they had finished their game in a prompt tie, sitting on his front porch sipping cool sugary lemonade that Gray’s mom had dropped off. “You think this is the summer?”

Gray scoffed. “I thought last summer was the summer.”

Natsu shot him a pointed glare. “Baby steps, Gray. This is the type of relationship that takes time, and effort.”

Gray fought the urge to laugh out loud. “Hell of a lot of time you’ve spent working on this.”

Natsu fumed. “That’s completely - shit. Oh, shit, shit, shit! Look!”

Gray turned his head to where Natsu’s eyes were fixed, across the street and exactly four doors down, the front door swung open to reveal a young blonde girl who looked to be about their age. She walked down the driveway towards the curb, probably to go grab the mail or something.

“Oh my god.” Natsu grumbled, mouth practically watering. “I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna talk to her.”

“Then go, for christ’s sake-”

“She’s so perfect. I mean - yeah, check out that fucking rack - but just…uuuuuhhhhhh…” Natsu groaned, burying his face into his arm shamefully.

The girl reached into her mailbox, fingered through the mail, then made her way back to the driveway.


Then, she disappeared back into her house.


“There goes the summer.” Gray grumbled, sipping his lemonade casually. “You really need to check yourself man. You’ve been pining after Miss-Terri since she moved here.”

Miss-Terri (a less than clever code name for mystery) had moved to that cream colored house down the street almost two years ago. They’re best guess was that she went to a private school of some sort, because they’d never seen her at school, and, ironically, never spoken to her either.

“Hey, but on a different note,” Natsu said, his attention span flicking between subjects. “You saw the moving truck down by Scarlet’s?”

Gray looked upwards and down the street where Erza lived. The old couple who had occupied that house as long as he remembered had finally decided that a multi-level house was unrealistic with their aging bodies. They lived in a suburban enough neighborhood that the house went in less than a week. The new family had moved in yesterday afternoon, but Gray hadn’t had the opportunity to see what they looked like.

“Yeah,” Gray replied, eyeing the house with keen interest.

“Scarlet said there’s a girl our age,” Natsu said conversationally. “Maybe you can get your own ‘Terri, yeah?”

“As if,” Gray responded with a groan. The glass of lemonade had begun to condensate, and  a cool droplet hit his knee cap subtly.

His eyes drifted back to the street. The Natsu’s blonde muse strolled out of the house, wearing nothing but…

“Oh god, don’t look now-”


“Yup. Just…keep it cool, you’ve got this…”

“I can’t. I can’t. She’s trying to kill me, what the fuck, she’s so cute, why pink?

Said female was donned in a tight, shiny pink bikini top, accompanied with tiny butt-hugging jean shorts as she strolled over to the side-yard to retrieve something.

Fuck me,” Natsu whispered, and Gray began to laugh at his…struggles…

The girl grabbed her electric green hose and dragged it over to the driveway, where the mini van was parked.

No,” Natsu whispered hollowly, “This can’t be happening.”

Gray’s laughter got louder as it became more and more clear what the girl’s objective was.

“Welp.” Gray started, standing up and stretching his weary limbs. “Have fun watching that.”

The girl grabbed a bucket from her garage and began filling it with water and soap.

“No,” Natsu repeated, “Gray, do something-”

“Try saying the pledge of allegiance,” Gray suggested, finishing the last few drops of his lemonade. “That usually helps.”

Fuck you.”

“More like fuck her.” Gray laughed.

The girl grabbed a wet rag and began dragging it across the front of the car, leaning forward so her chest pressed against the top-

“I pledge allegiance, to the flag-

And so, the summer began to the sound of Gray’s laughing and the smell of cheap soap running down the curb.




The very first incident happens exactly three days after that Tuesday.

“Bullshit,” Natsu whispered into his hand of cards. “Bullshit - you do not have three queens!”

Erza, or more commonly known around these parts as Scarlet, lifted up the three cards she had lain into the massive pile of cards.

Three, mocking queens stared back up at him.

“Read ‘em and weep,” Erza hissed confidently, folding back into her chair and grinning.

“Son of a-”

“Whoa,” Gray breathed out, “Natsu, check your six o’ clock.”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“Look behind you, dumbass!” Erza whisper-yelled, twisting Natsu’s face by the jaw to look towards the street.

The blonde girl was standing on her front porch, looking outwards, like she was scanning the street for something she had lost.

“Wonder what she’s doing,” Natsu mumbled, absently forgetting that Erza had just whooped his ass.

“Not you,” Erza muttered, and Gray resisted laughing.

“Shaddup. You know what I meant.” Natsu grumbled.

“What’s that she’s holding?” Gray heard himself ask, the girl was clutching something that looked like a plate.

“I dunno,” Erza squinted as she tried to identify the object in the girl’s hand.

“Oh shit. She’s looking at us. Be cool, you fuckin’ freaks!” Natsu screeched quietly.

“Shut up! You’re the freak with the flamingo locks!” Erza yelled right back.

“Oh my god guys, she’s totally coming over.” Gray said in a hushed tone.


Shut up!” Erza cried, smacking him in the windpipe so he started wheezing like a drowning goldfish.

Gray started laughing so hard he choked on his root beer. Erza had the mind to look away in shame.

The girl was on the front lawn and Natsu was panicking, as well as struggling for breathe because his windpipe was severely damaged.

“Hey,” she stated, and Gray noticed, while choking, that what she was holding was a plate of muffins.

“Are…you guys ok?” She asked, noticing their predicament.

“Yup. They’re…fine. they’re fine.” Erza assured her. “What can we do for you?”

“Well, uh…” The girl trailed off, looking down at her muffin plate. “Did one of you guys…give me these?”

Natsu held the banister tightly, probably still in shock that his dream girl was a few feet away from them.

“Uh…no…are they good?’ Gray asked, recovering from his choking fit and looking at the plate curiously. They looked very puffy and filled with blueberries…delicious…

“Well, I’m kind of nervous to eat them, they could be…poisoned, or something…I don’t know…” She mumbled the last part, embarrassed from coming all the way over here.

“Wait, wait, wait!” Natsu choked out, regaining his voice. “Can I try one?”

Erza and Gray looked at Natsu strangely.

“Uh…sure, I guess, but again, they might be poisoned-”

“Don’t care.” Natsu interjected.

“A-alright.” She stuttered, unwrapping the plastic wrap over the muffins and handing Natsu one that looked particularly select.

“Whoa, hit me up, that looks insane.” Gray requested.

The girl handed him one too, and it only took a look from Erza to earn her one as well.

“What the fuck,” Natsu garbled through a  mouthful of muffin. “This tastes fuckin’ delicious!”

“Really?” The girl inquired, looking at the desirable muffins lustfully. “Does it taste like poison?”

“It tastes like if happiness had a flavor,” Natsu informed her, eating the muffin like he was a broken vacuum cleaner. “So, what’s your name?”

Gray grimaced. Flirting while eating while eating was so Natsu it was almost painful.

“Oh. I’m Lucy,” she told them, eagerly unwrapping a muffin at the sign that none of them had died.

“I’m Natsu,” He said, wiggling his eyebrows in an almost suggestive manner.

“Natsu, how did you get a blueberry on your eyebrow?” Erza asked, who had seemingly finished her muffin unscathed. Even Gray had to admit that the muffin was a work of art. It was weird that someone had just left it on Lucy’s doorstep - maybe it was a secret admirer of hers, she was definitely pretty enough to reel those in.

“I don’t - fuck, hold on,” Natsu vigorously tried to rub the blueberry out of his eyebrow, but only succeeded on giving his whole face a smoky eye look the color of blueberries.

“Wow, these are really good.” Lucy mumbled into her muffin, eating it like it was some sort of delicacy.

“Do you…uh…do you want to play BS with us?” Natsu asked nervously, licking his lips and still rocking the blueberry eye look.

“Uhhh…” Lucy took one look at their three person squad and shrugged. “Why not?”

And so, that summer, they gained a fourth member. Willingly, or unwillingly.




The next day, Erza found a plate of chocolate chip cookies on her front doorstep.

“Holy shit,” Natsu remarked, “these actually have the kind of chocolate that like, comes out in strands when you break the cookie in half - this is some quality shit, like the teenage mutant ninja turtle cheese pizza…”

“I wonder who put these here,” Erza said, allowing herself a cookie and chewing on it slowly. It was still warm.

“Do you think it’s the same person who put muffins on my doorstep?” Lucy wondered, examining the cookie like there might be some sort of watermark on them.

“Whoever they are, why haven’t they come to my house yet, jeez.” Natsu complained sneaking an extra cookie.

Gray said nothing, only enjoyed the taste of the cookie. It was sweet and warm, still a little bit doughy too, which made the best kind of cookie. He couldn’t stand when people overcooked them, he wasn’t a fan of eating stale hockey pucks.

“Hey, I forgot to ask ya Scarlet, have you met the people next door to you yet?” Natsu asked, licking his fingers like he did after he ate an entire bag of cheetos.

“Actually, now that you mention it, I did. There’s a girl there, kind of shy, but nice.” Erza answered. “I swear to god, if you go over there and scare her, I’ll murder you.”

“Well, I was just asking, because I think she’s checking us out. Don’t all everybody look at once…nevermind, you’re doing it anyway.” Natsu sighed.

Sure enough, a gentle looking girl had her face sticking between the parted curtains next doo, anxiously watching them eat cookies on the front porch.

When she saw them look at her, she was quick to hide behind the curtains once more.

“Wait to go guys, you scared her off.” Natsu blanched.

“Shut up Natsu, you’re the one who gave her away!”

“Her name is Juvia, right?” Lucy asked, nibbling on her cookie like a tiny chipmunk.

“Yeah.” Erza replied. “I wonder if we should invite her to join us…”

“We shouldn’t, we’ll probably just freak her out.” Gray retorted, giving Natsu a sharp glare.

“Hey! I didn’t do anything!”

“You will-”

“That’s it! Meet me in the pit, Gray, let’s go!”

“That’s enough you two!” Erza took their foreheads and pushed them apart with ease. “If anything, the racket you two are making will be the thing to scare her off!”

“Are you guys always like this?” Lucy asked cautiously.

Erza said yes at the same time Natsu said no.

“Welcome to the club.” Gray grumbled, but his eyes were fixed on the motionless curtain next door.

That girl had the bluest eyes he’d ever seen in his life.




who the fuck let me write another au honestly

anyways, its pretty much between this and fangirl in terms of me continuing shit…but i really like both so i might end up continuing both…idek. but this one is nalu!heavy so theres that.


in case you didn’t catch this, when i reference ‘the pledge of allegiance’ [its an inside joke with an irl friend] its basically a method for boys to get rid of boners. omfg. sorry forgot to mention bye

Checking It Twice [Haruna x Abe]

Title: Checking It Twice 
Pairing: Haruna/Abe (or the other way around, depending on how you look at it)
Rating: PG/PG13 
Summary:  Haruna’s not the first person to ask for this sort of help, but he’s the first person Abe gives it to.
Warning: Middle school Abe and Haruna making out so I mean that could be objectionable. 
a/n: Request fill for an anon!  I might just knock out all the HaruAbe things today I’m feeling this pairing so hard right now.

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Continues from Submission

Teddy stared at the small piece of parchment that was delivered to him a few moments ago. His hands were trembling, hair, eyes, skin, were coloured in a foul purple. Why did Albus do this? He talked to the man about this, tried to tell him that he didn’t want it to be like this. He didn’t want his fathers name on a kid just because it sounded nice. Or even just because of the fact that Teddy was dear to Albus, he had been quite clear that he wasn’t comfortable with it at least.

His fingers traced over the names. Astoria. Remus. Harold. Riley. He couldn’t, he wouldn’t be able to name his child anything like his father if he’d ever have a boy. Tears filled his eyes. He shouldn’t be so emotional about this, Albus had every right to call his children whatever he wanted. It wasn’t like Teddy had a monopoly on the name Remus after all. He knew he was being irrational.

But still. After all those years that Teddy had been loyal, respectful and tolerant towards Albus, this hurt so badly. He had never asked much, he had always looked after him and when he had one simple request: don’t name your child after my dead father, because I might want to when I get a boy, it wasn’t granted.

His fist folded around the birth announcement and crunched it up. He didn’t want to be like this, he didn’t wanted to be possessive about a bloody name. But he couldn’t help it. This was where he would have to draw the line and make clear that Albus had gone too far. He was gone way too far, and he’d tell him whenever Albus would decide to show up again.

Albus had in his hands two carriers and a cheery three yearold beside him. His eldest, Stella, had rang the doorbell countless of times waiting for Teddy to answer the door. She couldn’t wait to show off her babies and tell Teddy all about them.

Albus on the other hand was nervous, but still slightly smiley and happy. His family had been so thrilled, and his father had loved the names (growing teary when he heard he was the middle) and they had spent countless of times adoring their grandchildren. His Gran, was overly thrilled, loving every minute and Draco was a hovering mess. He winced more at the door, just trying to remain cheerful.

“Teddy, look, someones wants to meet you!”


anonymous asked:

Omega (like alpha/omega verse with surprise!omega!kagami? If you aren't into that that's cool, you could do something with else. If you don't want to at all thats cool too. Sorry.)

(Oh precious anon don’t be sorry! I am so into omega/alpha it isn’t funny. I’ve never written it before though so this is a first for me. I apologize if it isn’t great.)

Kagami woke up, feeling extremely hot and uncomfortable. He stood, wobbling slightly from dizziness, but moved on. He had to get ready to meet Aomine at the park to play basketball. No way was he missing out on that just because he felt a little hot. Kagami walked out his door, leaving the apartment empty and dark. For some reason when the sun hit him all he wanted to do was rush back into the apartment and crawl into bed. Shaking his head vigorously he jogging, warming his body up, not that it really needed it at this point. He felt like a furnace.
Finally turning the corner to the park, Kagami put his hands on his knees gasping for breath. What the hell was wrong with him? He felt like he had run for 3 hours, not 15 minutes. Plus, what was with all the strange stares he was getting on the way over here? Kagami was used to stares as he was a very large male who was almost 18 that hadn’t presented yet. In the world of omega/alpha/beta classes, Kagami was a freak. But this morning was different. It was almost as if just by his scent, people whipped their heads in his direction. Shrugging it off, he walked to the court, already seeing Aomine there. It was at that moment that the wind whipped into his body, carrying the most amazing smell he had ever smelt in his life. Dropping to his knees he let out a loud moan, his cock instantly hard, throbbing against his shorts.
Aomine turned to the sound, wondering what the hell was going on. Seeing the red head on his knees, he rushed over, gripping his shoulders, looking him over frantically for an injury.
“Kagami! Kagami what’s wrong?”
The red head looked up into Aomine’s eyes, his pupils blown fully and his face flushed, “Aomine help me. I’m so hot and…it hurts.”
Aomine looked over the boy again, seeing nothing wrong, “What hurts, Kagami? You have to te-….”
Aomine sniffed the air lightly, something catching his attention. Tilting his head in confusion he leaned right into Kagami’s neck, taking a large inhale of his scent. The effect was instantaneous on his body. His teeth elongated, his claws sliding out, and his cock got hard as a rock. He felt Kagami moan again, leaning his face into his neck and rubbing their skin together. 

“Ahhh Aomine..you smell so good..”

Aomine growled, low and deep, his fingers holding the other boy tightly now, not giving him the chance to leave.
“Kagami, your presenting as an omega. You need to get inside away from..”
Aomine heard the noise before the stranger entered the park. Looking over the head of the moaning boy in front of him, Aomine saw the big man heading towards them, his eyes glued to Kagami’s back. Aomine knew what he wanted, and fuck him if he thought he was gonna lay a finger on Kagami. Letting out a deep growl, Aomine glared at the intruder, forcing him to stop. The stranger’s fists clenched, taking another step forward. Aomine stood up now, one of his hands resting on the back of Kagami’s neck, as he let out another, louder growl. Aomine had presented as an alpha a few years ago. He was the definition of the word; his body big and strong, and his instincts pushing him to protect Kagami. Challenging Aomine at this moment would be extremely stupid, and the stranger seemed to realize that, but his body was obviously taking a while to catch up with his brain. Aomine bared his teeth, snarling as the man still stood there. Jumping at the display, the stranger finally backed away, leaving the park.
“Kagami, we need to get you home.”
Aomine was truly amazed he could even think straight at this point, his alpha instinct screaming at him to push the red head to the ground and mount him until he was screaming his name. He dug his fingers into the palm of his free hand, instantly drawing blood.
Kagami smelt the scent instantly, reaching over in his dazed state, licking the red drops off the dark skin. Aomine’s hips thrust involuntarily, his body’s lust and desire spiking to a dangerous level.
Gritting his teeth he pulled Kagami up, throwing the large boy over his shoulder. Running as fast as he could with the larger boy in tow, he headed to his apartment. He had to let out a few growls again as they past more unpaired alphas. It wasn’t helping that Kagami was trying to rub his body all over Aomine’s, moaning into the boy’s ear at every moment. Aomine’s control was slipping.
Finally climbing the stairs to the other boy’s apartment, Aomine unlocked and kicked the door open, dropping Kagami on the couch and relocked the door, making sure no one could get in. Pressing his forehead against the closed wood, he took a deep breath, trying to clear his lust filled mind.
Aomine tensed. Looking back at Kagami, his heart stopped at the image. Kagami was spread out on the couch, his shorts and boxers on the floor. He had slid two of his fingers into his ass, it wet with slick already. His other hand was urgently pumping his cock. Kagami’s back arched slightly, his eyes never leaving Aomine’s body as he begged in a breathless voice.
“Daiki..please..help me…I need you.”
Aomine stood frozen, the image of the red head in heat forever burned into his brain. Somehow he still restrained himself as he spoke.
“Kagami..you don’t know what you’re asking for.”
He watched Kagami groan and thrust his fingers deeper into his drenched hole, “Daiki pleeeease…I do..i know…mmmmahhh I need you pleasee…”
Aomine’s control snapped, a rough growl coming deep from his chest as he stalked over to the other boy, ripping his clothes off as he went. His alpha instincts were screaming in triumph as he stood over the writhing body laid out for him.
His eyes burned into Kagami’s as he looked down at him, “There’s no going back, Taiga. After this you’re mine. Forever.”
Kagami gasped at the image of a naked Aomine standing over him, his nose filled with the scent of him. All he wanted was to turn over and present his ass to Aomine, begging for his cock. He reached up instead scrapping his nails down the dark skin of Aomine’s chest.
“Fuck me Daiki.”

(Ohhhhhh…did I cut it off at the NSFW part? Tsk tsk…bad me. You might have to request a second part lovely anon. Yes, this is me blatantly asking to write more of this. Just do it anon. You know you want it.)