One Private Girl

Eric finished the speech, “nailed it.”

“she has been your friend all these years. under your protection.” Eric stated.

“and you wish for this task to fall on you.” Godric said, knowing what Eric was getting at.

“yes.” Eric nodded.

“i know you love her. so i shall give you permission. but only if Y/N agrees. when she agrees, she will become your human.” 

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“who’s blood is that?”

“the guy from the bar who whistled at you and tried to smack your ass.” Eric stated absentmindedly.

“he tried to smack my ass?”

“wow you’re such a gentleman.” you grinned.

“where is everyone going?” you asked.

“they told me some cute big guy was here to see me,” you stated causing him to grin, “shame I thought they were talking about Alcide but its just you.”

Eric laughed, “you wound me.” 

“what do you want.” you sat opposite of him. 

“can’t I just come to say hello to the most powerful witch I know?” he asked innocently. 

“come on hot stuff we both know you don’t make house calls, now just tell me.” 

his eyes raked over you, “I want to take you out.”

“like kill me or on a date?”

“either.”

shadow hunters

teen wolf

the vampire diaries 

the originals

true blood

riverdale 

twilight 

Gotham

bright

stranger things 

13 reasons why 

“Daddyyy?” Luke’s three year old daughter, Jaden, asked as she skipped into the living room, her curly blonde hair bouncing as she made her way over, stopping in front of Luke and placing her small hands on his knees. “Why do you have all those pictures on your arms?” She questionned, her voice small and innocent.

“Just because I like them, sweetie.” Luke shrugged, lifting his daughter to sit on his lap. Then, holding out one of his arms and showing her one that he had on his wrist. “See, that’s your name.” He told her, pointing to it as she brought her fingers up to trace over the fancy lettering as best she could. “And look, this one says ‘Kingsley’.” He smiled, pointing to the one just bellow it, refering to Jaden’s two month old brother currently asleep in the nursery.

“If you had another baby…” Jaden began, and Luke already didn’t like where this question was going. “Would you get their name on you as well?” She finished, tilting her head back to look up at her dad.

Luke sighed in relief as he looked down at her, still overwhelmed by how much she looked like him. Same eyes and nose Liz always said, and the same little dimples that popped up when she smiled. “Well, yeah, I guess so.” He shrugged, and was about to say something else when he heard Kingsley’s cries from down the hall. “But I think I’ll stick with just you two for now.” He chuckled, lifting her off of his lap again as he stood, placing her on the floor. “Come on.” He offered, reaching his arm back towards her and gesturing with his head for her to follow him.

The little girl happily took her father’s hand, skipping along behind him as they walked into the nursery, but letting go and standing on her tip-toes to watch as Luke carefully scooped Kingsley up in his arms.

“Hey buddy.” He cooed, bouncing him slightly, the boy quietening slightly but still fussing in Luke’s arms.

“I want to give him a kiss daddy.” Jaden whispered, tugging on the bottom of Luke’s t-shirt.

“Go on then, gently remember.” He whispered back, crouching down so that she could reach, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss to her brother’s forehead. And, to both of their surprises, he quietened down again.

“Huh, well done Jades.” Luke congratulated his daughter, still continuing to cradle his baby.

“It’s cause I have magic kisses, daddy.” She told him, sounding rather proud of herself.

“Does daddy get a magic kiss?” Luke asked, pouting down at her. To which she just smiled widely, nodding back at him before leaning up on her toes, grabbing his stubbly face with one of her soft hands and placing a firm kiss to his cheek.

Word count: 1.2k+ Pairing: Calum & y/n Warnings: none 

 “Miss y/l/n, could you stay behind please.” You teacher said as everyone was packing away their things in your last class of the day.

You nod your head slightly, putting your notebooks into your bag and wait until everyone has filed out of the large room. “You are doing very well in this class, and as I am informed by your other teachers, in those subjects also. Because of this, I would like to ask you a favour.” You teacher said, perched on the edge of her table. You nod, albeit confused. But before she could answer what the favour was a tall boy falls through the door, out of breath and clothes messy. Your teacher makes a disapproving noise before continuing to speak, “Y/n, this is Calum. I would like you to tutor him.”

You glance at his dishevelled figure, a small smile gracing his face. “It will help you greatly for your university application, and Mr. Hood needs help…catching up.” She says, hopping off the table and gathering her things from the desk. “I hope you two get along well and I expect for your grades to be at least somewhat improved by the end of the term.

You both walk out of the room, and walk towards the main doors, an awkward silence surrounding the both of you. When you finally reach the doors, you both turn towards each other. “Uh, so where do you want to meet and when?” he asks, glancing down at you. “My house is free?” you suggest. He awkwardly looks at his feet, stumbling over his words as he finally spits out, “I can’t, I’ll message you when I get home where I live and what time to come over, please don’t be late, or early in that case either.” “Right…sure.” You agree to the odd request. As soon as you agree he runs out into the car park with a swift ‘bye’ over his shoulder.

You arrive at his house at 7pm on the dot, like he said in his message earlier. You knock his door lightly, taking a step back while clutching your books in your arms, slightly nervous to how this is going to go. He opens the door, letting you in and guides you to his kitchen table where he had a desk type area set up. You set your things down, “So what are you confused about?” “Everything,” he replied.

You are about an hour into your tutoring, and you both decided to take a break. You sit in his kitchen, drinks in one hand and a biscuit in the other. You are both chatting generally about things, getting to know each other, when you begin to hear a faint cry from upstairs. He all but flings his drink onto the counter and he sprints up the flight of stairs.

You hear the soft tones of his voice, a small portion of a song you don’t quite recognise and the cries die down. You hear him pad down the stairs, however he wasn’t alone this time. He had a tiny baby in his arms, wrapped snugly in a soft purple blanket. She was awake, not crying anymore however she was still sniffling, burrowing her head into Calum’s chest. “I need to change her diaper and give her a bottle but I’m out of both, I was meant to go after school but the baby sitter couldn’t stay any longer.” He explains, rocking her gently while a large hand rests on her small back.

You nod, offering to go to the shops to get them for him but he doesn’t agree, saying that he knows where everything is and he shouldn’t be any longer than ten minutes. However, he does ask that you look after her while he does so. You agree, not wanting the poor baby to suffer longer than she needed to. He kisses her on her head, and passes the bundle over to you. You walk over to the sofa, rearranging her so that you can both be comfortable while Calum was away.

By the time he comes through the door, she’s napping on your chest, cuddled up between the warmth of you and the cosy blanket. He takes her from you carefully, changing her and giving her a bottle before placing her back into her crib.

He comes back down to you sitting sideways on the sofa, a certain look on your face. He sits down beside you, putting his hands up in surrender, “I’ll explain.”

And he does. How this was why he was behind in his school work, why he looks so tired and rushed all the time, and why he has missed so much school. Because of the bundle of joy laying in the comparatively massive crib upstairs. They talked about his parents, how they didn’t support it at all but after they met her they, too, fell in love with her. However, he had moved out of their house and into his own apartment, wanting to look after her by himself, wanting to finally feel independent even if it had become sooner than what he expected. He talked about his baby’s mother, how they were best friends with a drunken one night stand gone wrong. She had gone through with the pregnancy, waiting until it was born until she decided what to do with her, raise her or put her up for adoption. She told Calum she wasn’t ready, that she couldn’t do it. But he had fallen in love with the tiny girl, her soft chubby cheeks and light baby hair. That although her mother couldn’t do it, he loved her so much he couldn’t just leave her.

After that night, you and him became good friends. You tutor him until his exams, which he passes easily with your help over the months. You also just hang out at his house, looking after the baby that is soon becoming a toddler. Over the next couple of years, you had become good friends with his friends, and you were now going to his house to hang out with them all. You walked through the door, at this point in your friendship you no longer needed to knock. You came into the living room, the small child jumping off Michael’s lap and toddles towards you, “Mama.” She babbles, clinging onto your legs, making grabby hands for you to pick her up.

Summary: A lengthy Daddy!Calum fic that chronicles the stages from babies to hardships to a beautiful family you can call your own. 

Rating: Explicit (A LOT of fluff, but smut is included) Enjoy - Xoxo