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His red hair is wild, well wilder than usual, as he holds my hand. Correction, as I crush his hand in my grip.

"Just breathe--"

"Charlie Weasley!" I glare at him, "If you tell me to 'just breathe' one more time--"

His smile is crooked as he cups my face in his large hand, "I'm sorry, darling. I've never helped deliver a human baby before--"

I lean my head back against our couch, smiling, "me either."

Charlie chuckles, "do you need anything? I should've read up more about childbirth-- Obviously, I've only dealt with dragons and eggs... I'm not treating you like a creature, am I?" His blue eyes are wide with sudden panic.

"Char," I shake my head, "darling, you're fine. You're being a perfect gentleman, I promise." 

Charlie squeezes my hand, "do you need anything?"

I sigh, giving him a brave smile, "No, I think I'm fine. Did you send for the healer? The specific one I planned with?"

"I did; she sent an owl back saying she will be over as soon as possible."

Nodding, I readjust the way I'm sitting, relieving some of the stress on my lower spine, "and your parents?"

"Did you want me to? You might find the entire family here--"

"Just-- ask for your mum, please?" I want someone I trusted here that knew what the hell was going on... ideally, that would have been my mother, but I trust Mrs. Weasley to be my surrogate mother figure at this moment. 

"Are you sure?" he asks again.

"Charles..." I frown, "I'm completely sure I want your mother here. Please, stop asking me!"

Charlie scatches the back of his head, "Sorry. I'll do that right now."

***

"You don't know how honored I am, (y/n), that you wanted me here," Mrs. Weasley runs a comforting hand across my forehead.

I nod, "I-- I didn't know who else should be here... and you know my mum can't be here... I appreciate that you came."

She nods, sympathy in her eyes, "Well, I'm going to do the best I can to be comforting. However, you need me, dear."

"What should I do?" Charlie's hectic appearance hasn't subsided. 

"Just do anything (y/n) asks of you, dear."

I grin, "Oo, I like the sound of that."

He chooses to ignore me, "that's it? I can't do anything proactive?"

"You can-- well, where are we doing this?" Molly looks at me.

"I-- I don't know... what do you think?"

Molly rubs her hands on my arms, "Well, all six times I've done this, I've chosen my bedroom. The bed will be comfortable."

I look at Charlie, "are you comfortable with that?"

"Am I?" He raises his eyebrows, "I'm comfortable with anything you want, darling. Don't worry about how I feel."

I grin at him, feeling incredibly lucky to have such a wonderful man in my life, "okay. The bedroom will be fine."

***

The healer I worked with for the last few months arrives moments after we've settled in the bedroom. She checks everything she needs to before asking to speak with Molly in the hall.

"What do you think they're talking about?" I ask Charlie. He's sitting next to me in our bed, his hand in mine.

"Maybe logistic stuff?"

I snort, "what in the world does that mean?"

Charlie smiles his crooked 'Charlie smile,' "I have no idea. All of this is-- not dragons."

The laughter escapes my lips before I can stop it, "Dragons? Charles Weasley, you've read at least a dozen baby books. Where has all that knowledge gone?"

Charlie scratches his head, "I'm so nervous! It's hard to remember everything."

"Well, I'm glad you're not treating me like a dragon, at least."

***

Charlie's holding the baby in the yellow blanket his mother made months back. 

"I just can't believe--" He moves a bit of the blanket, revealing our son's perfect face.

"Same," I lean back into my pillows, completely exhausted yet desperately wanting to continue to watch Charlie and our son.

"He's so small and perfect." Charlie comes over to sit next to me, leaning back against the pillows so I can gaze at the sleeping child along with him. 

"I'm glad he's so cute. Makes up for the last day." Playfully, I laugh as I trace a finger down the baby's nose.

"Merlin, I don't know how you did it. But you did amazing." Charlie leans over to press a kiss to my temple, "Honestly. I'm not sure how you did it, (y/n)."

"Was that crazier than anything you've experienced with the dragons?" I tease him.

"Definitely. Nothing like a hatching." He grins down at our baby.

I giggle, "That sounds much easier than what I just did."

"Oh definitely. But, I think he," Charlie smiles down at the sleeping baby, "is a thousand times better than anything I've ever helped bring into the world."

I raise my eyebrows in surprise, "Never thought I'd see the day that Charlie Weasley said something was better than dragons." 

"Never was anything really comparable to dragons till now, honestly."

I smile, "What do you think about the name Nikolas Cadmus (y/l/n)-Weasley?"

"Cadmus?" Charlie asks absentmindedly as the baby yawns.

"Yeah! I was looking through a book, and it stuck out. He needs a proper first name, and Nikolas was my father's."

"I like it. How do you feel about it, Nikolas?" The baby blinks once before closing his big eyes. "I think he approves."

"Good," I yawn.

"Do you need me to leave?" Charlie Weasley, always the gentleman.

"No, you can stay here if you'd like." Charlie seems to weigh his options but eventually sets Nikolas in his bassinet. I yawn again, leaning further into my pillows and closing my eyes. I don't expect to feel his body's weight again on the bed, but it's not an unpleasant feeling when he leans his head against my shoulder. 

"I love you."

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My name is (Y/N) (L/N) And I am a massive deal I will grind you to sand Beneath my Louboutin heel

This is what I get for helping

Helping someone lame fit in

Vaggie n’ Angie, enjoy your temporary win 

As I strut down to Alastor’s room I pass a clock. 3:34 a.m. Well past the time Al would be asleep. 

My name is (Y/N) (L/N) “(Y/N) is a fugly cow.” Hey Angie, how ya like me now?

I sneak in and quickly grab his microphone staff and run out of the hotel, but not before grabbing as many as matches as the tall building could even carry. 

I wanna watch the world burn I got the gasoline I wanna watch the world burn And everyone get me

i grab as many tabloids of the incident as I could fit in my satchel, as demons all over the city pointed and laughed at me. they won’t be laughing for long...

I wanna watch the world burn I got the gasoline

Al woke up from a nightmare, but those were becoming more usual as the days passed. He decided it was best to just listen to music as it was almost time to get dressed anyways. As he turns on his radio his heart sinks to his feet.

I wanna watch the world burn And everyone get mean

He throws on his clothes as fast as demonly possible, not caring about his hair, shoes or a smile even. And we know you’re never fully dressed without one, Al.

Vaggie, time to watch your back Angie, time to turn and cough

Al can’t believe the sight upon him. As he looks up he sees me standing on the roof. He’s lost all given shits about his appearance, only wanting to care about me standing on the roof. 

Because you took me down But you didn’t finish me off

I pull out the tabloids and matches, lighting the papers on fire and proceeding to chuck them off the tall buildings, singing into the microphone that everyone within a 30 mile radius could hear.

My name is (Y/N) (L/N) And in case you’re keeping score Angie may have won the battle But I will win the war, for I wanna watch the world burn!

Tears stream down Alastor’s face as he walks towards the building, the crowd howling with laughter at the used-to-be-feared Radio Demon.

[Demons in Pentagram City:] Vaggie is a grotsky bi-otch!

Vaggie gasps and runs back into the hotel. Some would say every demon in the city, even Lucifer are shocked at this display of anger.

I got the gasoline

I hopped from building from building, listening and watching Alastor’s world and reputation literally and figuratively being stripped from his hands. I should probably feel bad. He left me because people found out we we’re together. What kind of stupid- egomaniac-sociopath does that?! Oh, right. Alastor does.

[Demons in Pentagram City:] Angel Dust is a drug pusher!

Angel is angry. But not just angry. He’s guilty. And he damn well knows it.

I wanna make the world burn

I’ve never looked so evil in my life, and it felt good

[Demons in Pentagram City:] Charlie is a heaven dyke! (Y/N) is a fugly cow (Y/N) is a fugly cow

Alastor has never seen me so angry. And I’ve never felt so.... alive I could say

And you can quote this Ohh. Woah-oh-oh!

[Demons in Pentagram City:] Who wrote this? Who wrote this? Who wrote this?

I cackled. LOUD.

I wanna watch the world burn I got the gasoline! I wanna watch the world burn And everyone turn Mean

Fuck making this about me and Al.. I want everyone to be angry. infuriated even!

[Demons in Pentagram City:] So mean! I jump off the building, and land amongst the demons, who open a path towards Alastor’s sobbing figure, looking more decrepit he had ever been, even in living.

Mean

I strut towards him, when I finally reached him, every step I took I shoved him back by his chest until he fell onto his back. Where I stood over his shaking, crying body on the blood-stained, alcohol soaked, cracked concrete.

[Demons in Pentagram City:] So mean!

Mean! I wanna watch the world burn

[Demons in Pentagram City:] So mean!

Alastor tried to reach out to me, but I couldn't seem to care over the shouts, clapping and singing coming from the demons of Pentagram City.

[Demons in Pentagram City:] Who wrote this? Who wrote this?

The demons turned to the three V’s, Vox, Valentino, and Velvet, who were backing away

I wanna make the world turn So mean! I wanna watch the world burn!

An explosion goes off, smoke surrounding me for a split second, where I make my grand escape.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------Did y’all like it?? It’s my first fanfic and I hope I did good! FEEDBACK IS ACCEPTED :)

796 words.

1/1/2021 happy new year! :)

You make quick work of getting undressed, shifting your legs as your juices coat your thighs. The air around her shifts, eyes gazing over your form with hunger. Gently, she pulls your legs apart, sliding her fingers between your folds as she settles in front of you. “Damn princess, you’re this wet for me?” she asks, pushing her fingers inside of you. You arch off of the bed, a moan rumbling in your throat as she begins thrusting her fingers. 

“Fuck, I wanted you for so long,” you say, voice fluttering. She smiles -- that god damn smile -- and lowers down to your sex, pushing her tongue between your folds and dragging it over your clit. You let out a breathless sigh, lulling your head to the side. Charlie pulls your clit between her lips, tongue rolling around it as she gently suckles, fingers scissoring inside of you. She moans, and you open your eyes, damn near salivating at the sight. She’s playing with her sex, eyes studying your face as she slurps your juices away. Raising up, Charlie pulls you into a kiss, fingers stroking in a come hither motion as your edge approaches. 

Chapter Seven: Croatoan

Chapter Eight: Hunted

Chapter Nine: All Hell Breaks Loose

Chapter Ten: Bad Day at Black Rock

Chapter Eleven: Red Sky at Morning

Chapter Twelve: A Very Supernatural Christmas

Chapter Thirteen: Malleus Maleficarum

Chapter Fourteen: Jus in Bello

Chapter Fifteen: Time is on My Side

Chapter Sixteen: No Rest for the Wicked

Chapter Seventeen: The Girl with the Dungeons and Dragons Tattoo, Part One

Chapter Eighteen: The Girl with the Dungeons and Dragons Tattoo, Part Two

Chapter Nineteen: Reading is Fundamental

Chapter Twenty: There Will Be Blood

Chapter Twenty-One: Survival of the Fittest

Chapter Twenty-Two: Heartache

Chapter Twenty-Three: Citizen Fang

Chapter Twenty-Four: LARP and the Real Girl

Chapter Twenty-Five: Trial and Error

Chapter Twenty-Six: Man’s Best Friend with Benefits, Part One

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Man’s Best Friend with Benefits, Part Two

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Taxi Driver

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Pac-Man Fever, Part One

Chapter Thirty: Pac-Man Fever, Part Two

Chapter Thirty-One: Sacrifice

Chapter Thirty-Two: Devil May Care

Chapter Thirty-Three: I’m No Angel, Part One

Chapter Thirty-Four: I’m No Angel, Part Two

Chapter Thirty-Five: Slumber Party

Chapter Thirty-Six: Sharp Teeth

Chapter Thirty-Seven: Mother’s Little Helper

That’s how you found yourself sitting on the opposite end of the counter from your ex. It was a week since she broke up with you, and you’d discovered that avoiding each other in a one-bar town was impossible.

You loved Charlie. The two of you had grown up down the street from each other. You were each other’s first kisses back in middle school, but somehow you hadn’t become more than friends until you left for college and were roommates in the dorms. Four years of college and a nearly perfect relationship fell apart once you both graduated and moved back home.

Now you were sitting on your side of the invisible line drawn down the middle of the bar, trying not to pay her any attention. You were here to drink like you had nothing to lose.

And it truly felt like you didn’t have anything to lose because you’d already lost her.

She’d been your everything.

But she decided that you weren’t her everything.

You grew up in a one-bar town. You knew how to bounce back from hardship. You’d learned to keep going through the tough times. There was no other option. So you would get over this. You would get over Charlie. You’d find someone else in time.

But until then, you sat on your side of this one-bar town and would drink away the hurt until one day you didn’t have any hurt to drink away. Until one day, it wouldn’t hurt to see Charlie talk to another woman. You would drink until the day you could drown the memory of her.

You’d put all of yourself into your relationship with her, and you would always love her. And yet, you had lost her. She was sitting not fifteen feet from you, but you lost her.

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