Another Modern AU. So your dear friend, Rosinante, decides to adopt a puppy. Except, when you get to his house, it's not a puppy you find waiting for you. You were used to the man making hasty and stupid decisions but this? Looks like it's time to teach the clumsy male how to look after a broken child now. Dedicated mostly to Cassie. XD So, again. It's gonna be rated as Mature because language may be terrible and there might be violence. All that noise. ENJOY~! :D

You've moved back to your hometown to help take care of your sick adopted father. While there are plenty of old faces that have missed you in the eight years you've been away, a new one catches your eye. Reader is a specific age in this. This is rated mature for language and the occasional lemon.

(y/n) was blessed with the opportunity to grow up with the rowdy ASL trio but has no desire in her heart to be a pirate. Instead she sees herself playing a much more important role. A role that'll impact her favourite trio and many more made specifically for females sorry [I only own the plot so please enjoy]

"HOLY SUGAR HONEY ICED TEA!" You dive behind the overthrown table, successfully dodging the spell. The red stream of magic collides with the stone wall of the classroom, creating a small hole with rising smoke. Your face turns pale. That could've been your face. Your beautifully ugly face. "This is getting out of hand." You murmur, fingers curled tightly onto your wand. You chance a look, peering over the side of your temporary fortress. You were almost hit with a stray beam of a hex. "I think I better stay here..." Your wide eyes tremble as a drop of sweat go down the side of your pale face. In your peripherals, you spot something blue flying around amidst the spells. You blanche. "Is-is that... Are those... C-cornish pixies?" You gape at the sight of the little blue devil, a large grin stretch across its creepy little face as it swings around a stolen wand, throwing hexes at the students. A Ravenclaw beside you follows your sight, a drop of nervous sweat on his already sweaty face. "I think things just got worse..." He murmurs. Amidst the colourful war of charms and hexes, the two of you let out an exasperated sigh, thinking about how you came to be in this mess, heck how you came to be in this godforsaken school!

Two words: college and strippers.