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victoria-writes · 3 months

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Love Diagnosis

Pairing: Adrian Monk x Reader

Summary: Monk has a crush on his new assistant (reader) and talks to his therapist about it

Word Count: 1,544

Notes: She/Her pronouns are used for the reader. Trudy Monk, Leland Stottlemeyer, and Natalie Teeger are mentioned but don't make an appearance. Entire fic is just dialogue between Adrian and Dr. Kroger. Mentioned age gap between Monk and the reader.

Read it on AO3 here

Story:

“You don’t understand, doctor. This isn’t some cute crush. I can’t get her out of my head!”, Monk said frantically from the chair he sat in across from his therapist.

“Adrian”, Dr. Kroger began while taking off his glasses and sitting forward in his chair, “it’s perfectly normal to look forward to seeing someone you like. It seems that you and Y/N have developed a special relationship and it’s only natural for you to think of her. If anything, this is great progress. It means you’re moving on after losing Trudy”.

“No, no, no, no”, said Adrian as he waved his hands about, “I am not moving on from Trudy. She is my wife. Y/N is a parasite who has infected my brain. She’s probably an alien. That’s the only explanation. A very pretty alien, but an alien”.

Dr. Kroger smiled, “Y/N is not an alien. It’s okay to be scared. You and Trudy were together for a long time and you were both very devoted to each other”.

“I can’t be scared because I’m not moving on. How can I be scared to do something I’m not doing?”

“Adrian-“

“It’s like she’s taken me hostage in my own mind. Everywhere I look, she’s all I think about. I walked into a CVS with Natalie today to get more wipes and I saw the shampoo section. Why was my first thought ‘What kind of shampoo does Y/N use? She always smells so nice.’?”

Dr. Kroger sets his glasses on the table next to him, “I’m going to suggest something that may sound a little crazy to you. Have you considered telling her how you feel?”

“…Dr. Kroger”, Monk scoffed, “Are you sure we’re sitting in the right seats? Because where I’m sitting it seems that you may be the one that needs help if you think that is a reasonable solution.”

“So I’m going to take that as a no.”

“Of course, I haven’t talked to her about it!”

“And why is that?”

“….well…”

“Well?”

“…”

“You’re frightened she may not feel the same way as you do.”

“…yes”

“And if she does feel the same way, you don’t want to know because then you’d have to accept the fact that you’re in love with a woman after Trudy’s passing.”

“yes”, Monk grumbled while looking at the floor with sudden interest.

“So you think it’s better to bury your feelings deep inside and only let them out during our sessions”

“Now you’re getting it. I’m so glad we could come to an understanding”, Monk smiled and sat back in his chair, relieved.

“Adrian, these feelings aren’t just going to disappear overnight because you don’t want to face them. You see her almost every day now.”

“This is all Natalie’s fault.”, Adrian furrowed his brows as he spoke, “I wouldn’t have had to hire another assistant if she didn’t need so many days off.”

“Natalie needed the time off to take care of her daughter as a single mother. It’s a miracle she was able to balance work and her child for as long as she did.”

“Yeah, well, she should’ve balanced for longer so I wouldn’t have to deal with this.”

“Tell me, what is it that you like about Y/N?”

“She smells nice.”

“You mentioned that already”

“She’s a good assistant. She’s very clean and doesn’t touch me without asking. I like her hairstyle too, not just the shampoo. Her nails are neat and manicured, so I don’t feel disgusted by the thought of her touching me.”

“Anything else?”

“When she does touch me…her hands are soft.”

Dr. Kroger looked at Adrian with raised eyebrows and interest written across his face.

“Y/N, she has a certain way of talking. She emphasizes certain words in her sentences and talks with her hands.”

At this point, Adrian is staring up at the ceiling and smiling fondly as he pictures Y/N in his mind, “She gets so animated when she’s passionate. And she has so many strong opinions on things. Things I never even give a second thought to. Just the other day, she went on a very passionate rant about what kind of handle she prefers on umbrellas.”

“I would’ve thought you’d have an opinion on that sort of thing.”

“Oh, I do now that I’ve thought about it. I much prefer the curved handles to the straights ones, even if they have grooves for the fingers to sit”, he scoffs and shakes his head, “the fingers are never as comfortable on those as they are on the curved handles and-“

“I think we’re getting off track here. Is there anything you dislike about her?”

“Oh, yes”, Adrian quickly nodded, “She’s a horrible driver and always parks crooked. She’s lucky she has me or she’d anger a lot of other drivers with her parking.”

“Uh-huh.”

“She chews on her mints and I can’t stand the sound. What psychopath chews on those? You’re supposed to let them sit in your mouth.”

“I see.”

“She stands too close to me wherever we go. Like I said she doesn’t touch me without asking but she’s always so close.”

“And that bothers you?”

“Yes, my heart starts to beat very fast and I can’t breathe sometimes. Once I thought I was having a heart attack but she told me I was just having a panic attack and made me do breathing exercises with her.”

“Did they help?”

“Yes, but only for a little bit because she kept standing close to me after that. She was worried I would faint so she stood even closer.”

“And?”

“I’ve never had clammier hands in my life.”

“Did you have these symptoms when you first started to see Trudy?”

“I…I don’t remember. It was all so long ago. Let’s not talk about that.”

“I apologize if I made you uncomfortable. Let’s move on from that.”

“Okay.”

“…”

“I had eggs for breakfast this morning but the yolk was a little too runny. That made my skin itch.”

“Let’s not talk about eggs.”

“Okay.”

“If you and Y/N were to enter a romantic relationship-“

“That would never happen.”

“Humor me for a second. If you and Y/N entered a romantic relationship, what do you think it would be like? Truly imagine it for me. What would dating Y/N look like?”

“I…I don’t know. I’m not dating her so how would I know?”

“Just try and imagine it.”

“Okay.”, Adrian sighed quietly as he closed his eyes, “Okay. I’m imagining.”

“Go on.”

“We’d have to spend a lot of time together. That’s what couples do.”

“What would that time spent together look like?”

“I suppose we would hang out at my house. Go to different places around town. Maybe to that coffee shop she likes.”

“Which shop is that?”

“The one on third avenue with the blue walls.”

Adrian’s eyes were still closed but he could hear the smile in Dr. Kroger’s voice, “You remember the kind of things she’s passionate about, little details about her, and even what coffee shop she likes.”

“I’m a detective. It’s my job to remember things about people.”

“Do you know how she takes her coffee?”

“Of course.”

“Do you know how Natalie takes her coffee?”

“No”

“Do you know how Captain Stottlemeyer takes his coffee?”

“No”

“Interesting. Have you ever thought about kissing Y/N?”

Adrian opened his eyes, “I don’t see how that’s relevant.”

“I find it very relevant. Have you thought about kissing her?”

Adrian took a long pause before answering, “Yes. Once she stood very close to me, she stands much too close to me, and I…”

“You…?”

“I was looking at her lips and I started to lean in but I pulled away.”

“Did she know you wanted to kiss her?”

“I don’t think so. When she asked why I was staring I lied and told her she had dry lips and needed to put on chapstick. It couldn’t have been further from the truth. Her lips looked very”, he pauses looking for the right word in his mind “soft.”

“Has she ever indicated any interest in you in a romantic sense?”

“I don’t think so.”

“No, you wouldn’t.”, Dr. Kroger sighs, “Adrian, there is only one solution to this dilemma and that is to speak to her about it.”

“That would be highly inappropriate. I’m her employer and several years older than her.”

“While that is true, she has the right to know about this. She spends nearly every day with you.”

“What if she quits? Then, I’d have to find another assistant and I don’t want her to go.”

“That is a risk you’ll just have to take. It is much more likely that she will either tell you she doesn’t feel the same way or that she does. She’s your assistant but she’s your friend too. I’m sure she’d understand.”

“But what if she doesn’t?”

“But what is she does?”

Monk sat in silence with no rebuttal prepared. What could he possibly say to that?

“We’re nearing the end of our time together, Adrian. Next time you see Y/N, politely tell her how you’ve been feeling about her.”

“...”

“Adrian, tell her.”

“Yes, Dr. Kroger.”

“I’ll see you on Tuesday.”

#adrian monk #monk x reader #monk tv #mr monk #mr monk x reader #adrian monk x reader #adrian monk/reader #adrian monk x oc #adrian monk/oc #trudy monk #leland stottlemeyer #natalie teeger #adrian monk x yn #monk 2002

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vigilante-fangirl · 1 year

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Lost in Evergreen: A New Assignment, Unlikely Allies

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader

Prompt: On your first day in Evergreen, everything goes awry as you struggle to find your footing. Comical mishaps and Vigilante tries to kill you what else could go wrong?

Warnings: None for right now? Spoilers for season 1 finale of peacemaker

{Part 2}

It was your first day in Evergreen, and things were not going as smoothly as you had hoped. You couldn't help but feel completely lost, both figuratively and literally. As you aimlessly roamed the town's streets, dragging your feet and constantly glancing down at your phone, beads of nervous sweat formed on your forehead. Being new in town was proving to be more daunting than you had anticipated.

Your primary objective for the day was to locate the base of operations for the new task force you had been assigned to. Amanda Waller, the formidable woman in charge, had personally handpicked you for this mission following the incident that had brought you to her attention. Naively, you had thought it was a promotion, a chance to prove yourself and make a real difference. But when you excitedly relayed the news to your handler, Harcourt, over the phone, her laughter shattered your expectations.

Now, as you wandered through the unfamiliar streets, doubt crept into your mind. Maybe this assignment was a demotion, a way to keep you out of the spotlight and prevent any further mishaps. The memory of Harcourt's laughter echoed in your thoughts, intensifying the feelings of inadequacy that had been brewing within you.

As you continued your aimless trek, a mix of frustration and uncertainty weighed heavily on your shoulders. Each passing moment only deepened the sense of being lost, not just geographically, but also in terms of your purpose. Doubts nagged at you, fueling a fear of failure and reinforcing the notion that you were ill-prepared for the task at hand.

But deep down, a flicker of determination remained. Despite the setbacks and the self-doubt, you couldn't let the initial excitement of being chosen for this mission fade away completely. You reminded yourself of the countless hours spent training, the sacrifices made, and the lives you had already saved. There was a reason Amanda Waller had selected you, even if it wasn't immediately clear.

With renewed resolve, you straightened your posture and lifted your head, the nervous sweat now mingling with a newfound determination. You may be new to Evergreen, disoriented and unsure of your place, but you wouldn't let that define you!

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Three weeks Earlier

Waller slams a thick paper file onto Harcourt's desk, her voice devoid of any emotion. "Here's your new assignment," she states flatly, as your face flashes on the screen, sporting an endearing, dorky smile. "(Y/N) , (Y/L/N), also known as Ghostmaker 2, the sister of the original Ghostmaker, Tanya (Y/L/N). Powers include Flight, intangibility, empathy, and mediumship. (Y/L/N) spent three years lost in the dead realm with her sister, only to return alone. She was a member of the young justice unit but has now become one of Belle Reve's glorified security guards. Not as formidable or ruthless as her predecessor, but she's all we've got. You've worked with her before, so you know the drill," Waller concludes the slide show presentation, displaying more pictures of you. "After my daughter's mishap, Task Force X needs more credible heroes to improve our image. We need a team that's not just black ops, but also focused on state security. She may not be suitable for the League, but we can shape her into what we require."

Harcourt sighs in irritation, flipping through the extensive field report on the table. "Waller, you can't be serious," she protests.

"Your team might have one last time but they also suffered a defeat at the hands of the butterflies. You lost a member and all of you suffered extensive injures. I have intel suggesting that they're recruiting humans and planning another invasion. Having a metahuman on your team should make it easier to eliminate this threat. You've dealt with it before, haven't you? So, what's one more time? Now, get going," Waller orders, pointing towards the door with a firm gesture.

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Cut to Now

You confidently stride into the only restaurant that doesn't look horrendous on the inside. A teenager, engrossed in her phone, barely glances up at you before greeting, "Hi! Welcome to Fennel Fields! How can I help you toda-" Her sentence trails off as she finally lifts her head, fixing her gaze on your attire, her head tilting in confusion.

"Table for one, please!" you cheerfully request, oblivious to your appearance. You're still donning your hero costume, a spandex purple unitard with light purple accents, adorned with a long cloak and amulets on your wrists and neck. After flying to this small town, you simply hadn't found the time to change out of your outfit. You assumed your handler, Harcourt, would be waiting for you, but she's nowhere to be found.

"Okay... Right this way, ma'am," the teen responds with a faint grimace, leading you to a booth. You plop down, eagerly grabbing the menu and flipping through its pages. Unbeknownst to you, a certain busboy and the rest of the staff are observing you with a mixture of confusion and amusement. It's a slow day, and the place is practically empty.

"Ohh! They have Italian! I love Italian!" you exclaim with glee. After spending a year in Belle Reve, where the food is far from divine, the prospect of real, delicious cuisine is almost too good to be true. You proceed to order an excessive amount of food, calling the waiter over every ten minutes to try something new. You don't even manage to finish everything, only sampling a bit of each dish.

Once you've finished your meals, the bill arrives. "Yeesh! I ate way too much!" you laugh, reaching down by your side, only to feel a sinking feeling in your chest. You had your luggage shipped to the assigned hotel, leaving you without any money—no cash, not even your iPhone. All you have is a cheap prepaid phone and lip balm. Panic sets in as you nervously scan the surroundings.

"It's okay! I can just... slip away and come back later with the money! Yeah, it's not dining and dashing if I return later. Besides, how many people have I saved? I deserve a free meal!" you reassure yourself, beads of sweat forming on your forehead as you slump down in the booth. But before you can attempt to vanish, a hand forcefully slams down on the table, jolting you upright.

"Finding everything okay?" the young man says, attempting to mask the harshness in his voice. "Fucking cosplayers, they give actual heroes a bad name!" he silently grumbles, disappointment replacing his initial excitement of seeing another hero in Evergreen. To him, you're just another runaway looking for a free meal, and he won't stand idly by while you commit a crime.

"Yessss?" you squeak, squinting as you read his name tag. "A-Adrian? Just rummaging around in my old handbag," you nervously reply, plastering a smile on your face as a million thoughts race through your mind, desperately searching for an exit strategy.

He leans over, peering into your conspicuously empty handbag, then glances back at you. "I don't see a wallet," he remarks, raising an eyebrow.

You grit your teeth, feeling a surge of embarrassment washes over you. Not only do you have to rely on your powers to escape, but now you've managed to attract the attention of the "restaurant police." If only this guy weren't so cute, despite his "I'm going to murder you" stare. You just dip right in front of him. His icy green eyes pierce through your soul as you scramble to think of a convincing lie. Ultimately, you decide to tell the truth.

"I don't exactly... have... a... wallet, per se," you reluctantly admit.

"Then how will you be paying?" he inquires, his eyebrow still raised.

"GASP! Do you think I'm planning to dine and dash? Sir, I am offended! I will be paying in cold, hard cas—look, a gorilla!" you exclaim, pointing dramatically in the opposite direction. Adrian, naively falling for the diversion, glances over, momentarily distracted. Seizing the opportunity, you phase through the booth seat, reappearing outside the restaurant. By the time he turns his gaze back, you're already gone. "Oh no you don't, criminal!" he declares, dashing to the window, staring at you while you taunt him from the other side, blowing raspberries and running away. To your surprise, he mirrors your actions. You respond by giving him the finger while sticking out your tongue, and he mimics you. You can't tell if he's being playful or malicious but you continue running until the restaurant window is out of sight, feeling an exhilarating sense of giddiness as you don your cloak once again, pulling out your phone

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It's dusk now as you're still wandering around Evergreen. "Youre the worst handler Harcourt!" You yell into thin air stomping your feet. Your phone died an hour ago to add to your worse luck. "This is what I get for dining and dashing..." You sigh as you jump to take flight a knife whizzes through you. Luckily you phase right as it's about to hit you dead in the center of your head.

"Ah! So you admit to the crime thief!" A costumed young man emerges from the shadows, his voice filled with righteous anger. His costume is a sleek black suit with a silver emblem on his chest and a matching mask that conceals his identity. He holds another knife in his hand, ready to strike again.

"You really think you can just waltz into town, dine and dash, and get away with it?" His voice is stern. He takes a step closer, his gaze intense as he studies you. You quickly phase through another knife that this mysterious assailant throws at you, narrowly avoiding it once again. "Wait, you've got it all wrong!" you exclaim, desperation lacing your voice. "I'm not a thief, I just... I forgot my wallet, and I didn't mean to dine and dash. It was a mistake! I'm not a bad personnn!"

He narrows his eyes, not fully convinced by your explanation. "A mistake, huh?" he retorts, skepticism evident in his voice. "That's what all criminals say!"

"Wait? How did you know I dined and dashed?" You stand your ground crossing your arms. "I think I would have noticed you at the restaurant?"

Your assailant drops his fighting stance now was his turn to sweat. "I..I have good intel." He says in a matter-of-fact way. You stare at him intently, a sudden realization dawning on you. "Wait a minute," you say, your voice filled with suspicion. "I recognize you. You're the guy from the restaurant, aren't you? Adrian!"

His eyes widen, and his composure falters for a moment. "I... I don't know what you're talking about," he stammers, his attempt at nonchalance failing miserably.

"Oh my god you are!"

#vigilante peacemaker #vigilante x reader #adrian chase #adrian chase x reader #peacemaker #I wrote YN like a oc forgive meeee #Chapter 1 #I might give up have way through who knowss

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louscartridge · 2 years

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Kevin definitely washes your emotional support water bottle for you. Since you always forget to wash it and he doesn’t want you dying from mold poisoning. The thing is every time he washes it he has trouble getting out all of the soap so that when you take your first sip of water it taste like soap. ( saying that from my experiences sometimes I can’t get out all the soap and I’m just drinking so flavored water for half a day )

a/n- HEY HI HELLO!! im so sorry this fr took me MOTNTHS to write and the fact that im just writing it as a shitty little blurb but i hope your still here and will see it lmaoo

"kevin!" y/n calls from their bed.

"yeah?" kevin yells back as he walks to their room.

"why does my water taste like soap?"

"huh- i dont know. did you-"

"no kevin you washed it."

"oh- oh well you see-- i mustve had the straw soaking in a bowl of soap and water to make sure there wasent any mold and-"

understanding what he was saying you cut him off "ok ok i know what your saying. thank you for the effort. do you want me to wash it or you give it another go? because im not gonna let my throat start burning"

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hexpea · 2 years

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so i was about to post the first chapter of the renaissance au to ao3 and... i just have a few questions.

#why is it the first option.#im half concerned and half interested #i was also typing in the wrong spot so don't expect any sukuna x yn in this lmao #actually... hmmm.... we'll see where things take us. but prolly not #unless???#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #sukuna ryomen #ryomen sukuna #sukuna #ryoumen sukuna #sukuna ryoumen #adrian's rambles

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dainty-fingertips · 2 years

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Hello! Sorry for using your private messages the first time, but I was wonder what would the sinister six do at the beach with the reader.

of course!! i love the beach trip trope hehe >> i don't know if this is what you wanted or not, but i'm gonna write this in the tssm! ss x engineer! reader series ive been doing :DD

tssm! sinister six x engineer! reader at the beach

Oh my lord,,,,,,,,

not sure how you managed to find the time to convince the boys to go to the beach with you, but it happened

they were,, uh,,, surprisingly cooperative?

Rhino/Alex O'Hirn was a bit iffy on the whole beach idea and reasonably so

i mean, homeboy has massive metal plating over everywhere but his face

howeveRRR,,,,,, puppy eyes are his weakness, and ya know,,,

He does wear swim trunks and they have the most obnoxious pattern on them and he is adorable the entire time

finds little creatures for you both to admire

"Ay, ay Yn!! Check dis out!! [is holding a sea urchin]"

"How did you get that, Alex??"

":DDD"

Flint Marko/Sandman, on the other hand, was really excited!! this was his big chance to impress you with his super sick sand tricks

impress you he did (even though it was nothing new, you were very supportive of him)

He is very grinny around you already and hearing you gush about how sick his powers were at the beach made him an absolute MESS

again, we see how a little kindness can work wonders on an attractive man in his 30s that has been touch starved since high school

"So, er, do ya wanna see me,, do it again?"

"Yes!! I had no idea you could do that!! I wish I could have powers like yours, Flint."

"<:,)) tank you, sweethaht,,,"

Montana/Shocker absolutely found the skimpiest pair of swim trunks he could but he never touches the ocean

He spends his time at the over-exaggerated tiki-themed bar on the shoreline offering to buy you all the margs your heart could desire

The entire day he complimented your swimsuit and how pretty you looked in it

he was sobbing inside behind a mask of smirking confidence

please kiss him

now

"Happy 'our starts in'bout 30 minutes. Wanna wait around wi'me, doll?"

"Sure thing. My legs are a bit tired, so it'll do me some good to sit with you :))"

",,,,,,,,,,, wantmetokissthemandmakethemfeelbetter"

"what"

Adrian Toomes/Vulture wasn't fond of the ocean, either

He and Otto spent their time at the beach under a large umbrella talking about science and crime and other assorted questionable topics for the beach

look bro

the moment he saw you he had to get up and walk away for a second

give him a breather alright

as your employer he order you stop looking so beautiful RIGHT NOW

seriously you're making his blood sugar rise just from how sweetly you're smiling you gotta stop this

He brings a book or two but can't read them for your company with him

"I must say, you look stunning in that swimsuit, Yn."

"Aw, stop. You'll make me blush!"

"Maybe I'd like to see that."

Otto Octavius/Doctor Octopus was equally as infatuated with your newfound beach attire, but masked it politely (unlike Montana, who could learn a thing or two)

He invites you to sit with him and admire the ocean from slightly afar beneath the umbrella

definitely checks up every so often on your sunscreen. homie does NOT want you getting sunburnt

should you get sunburnt,,,,,, well, i'll save that as a little sickfic idea for another time

he is absolutely enamored with you the entire time

"Can I offer you a towel to dry off with, dear?"

"I was going to get back in a little later, I just wanted to come sit with you for a little bit, Doc. :)"

"Ah... your company is more than welcome. Tell me, how has your day been so far?"

Max Dillon/Electro was busy building sand castles a little farther up from the water.

you felt just awful that he had to wear his suit to the beach the way he did, but you understood the danger otherwise

to make up for it, you spent a lot of time with him!!

long conversations about this, that, and the other lead to the single most architecturally impressive sandcastle the world has ever seen

(flint helped secretly)

he was all grins with you helping him out which is a rare feat from someone as hurt as he was

you couldn't believe how good he was at building these, you eneded up building like,,,,, three more

"but then, i turned the corner and realized i'd made it out of the maze somehow, and i was just wandering around this guy's - oh, this is nearly as big as you, Yn!!"

"Finish your story!! Were you just in his house??"

"O-Oh! Well, effectively, yes! I had no idea how it happened!"

overall an absolute whale of a time

absolutely smitten

every one of them

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aries-writingblog · 1 year

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Enemy Fire: 23

Summary: There's a new kid in town, and she's got a city to usurp.

Pairing: Jason Todd x f!reader

Word Count: 7.3k

Warnings: violence (Jason spars with reader), language, threats, mention of arson

AN: this one is a little long and mostly filler, a big chunk of it is a fight scene and I tend to get long winded on those. Photos are from Pinterest, credit to original creator.

Stephanie watched as YN took off in a short sprint, before launching her weight onto her hands. She pushed off her palms and back to her feet, three times in a row. Landing back on her feet for a moment.

Then she lost her balance, toppling, grunting discontentedly.

“You’re getting better— lighter on your feet.” Stephanie instructed, pointing down to where Yn’s feet met the ground. “Remember when you land, keep your weight even and land on the balls of your feet. If you land on your heels, you’ll bruise them, and possibly shatter your ankles.”

She put a hand out.

YN nodded, accepting the extended hand. Steph tugged her up, their shoulders bumping.

“As much training as you have obviously had, you weren’t taught any basics?” Damian asked, his brow lifted.

YN wrapped her towel around the back of her neck, letting it wick the sweat away. When Cassandra offered an extra water bottle, she accepted, cracking it open as she answered.

“I wasn’t lucky enough to have League training— Shadows or Justice,” YN explained, she dropped to a knee, resting her forearm across the other. “It was back alley, bootleg, mafia training.”

And that, it truly was.

She had never even seen half of the equipment that the Wayne’s had in their gym.

Adrian had trained her in various warehouses and alley’s behind his businesses. He had shipped her off to some guy for two weeks, one year. The guy nearly wore her down to nothing, with how consistent his methods were. And how often he handed her ass to her.

Not to mention the various boxing rings and torture cellars. Or the spontaneous sneak attacks. The kidnapping attempts; Everything orchestrated to prepare her for the worst situations.

She hadn’t been taught parkour, or acrobatics, or anything to preserve herself. YN had been taught that she was a crude instrument.

That her body didn’t matter, as long as it was powerful.

Her schooling consisted of brute force opposition and an undeniable defense. But her bones ached and her joints creaked.

Years of wear and tear, and abuse under the guise of training.

And for a while, she had just accepted it. That was simply the cost of being powerful. Body aches and strains, trembling muscles. Broken bones, fractures— a whole slew of problems.

But that was the price for her training. To know how to be the strongest weapon she could be.

All in his name.

“Either way, you’re doing great.” Dick assured her. He didn’t know much of her past, but for her to be trained the way she was— it took serious discipline and time. He doubted she chose her own path at that young of an age. And because of that, he didn’t want to linger on the topic of her past for too long. It seemed to be a touchy subject. “You’ll be out on patrol in no time.”

Jason glared harder at his screen, clenching his jaw.

If that was their big goal, the whole family needed their heads checked.

Hell, maybe they needed it anyways.

“That’s exactly where we need her: where she can endanger the public.” Stephanie teased, leaning back on to Duke’s shoulder. Duke hummed in agreement— albeit a bit more serious than she— and crossed his arms.

“Watch your mouth; I’ll endanger you.” She jabbed, stretching both arms above her head.

“You wanna take this to the ring?” Steph barked, pointing over her shoulder.

The blue mats echoed the sentiment, eagerly awaiting their next use. The next two opponents to step into their bloodthirsty noose.

“Oh, please, none of you were even close to taking me down last time.” YN gloated, smirking at her obvious prowess.

Nearly all of them groaned— recalling when each of them had taken her to the mats, only to have her lay them flat.

No matter how well they started out, or how many blows they landed on her, she was always victorious.

Dick finished his round of stretches, arms dropping to his lap. He glanced across the room to where a particular body sat.

He had been keeping to himself— acting more as a babysitter. Jason had kept an eye on YN, while she was in the company of his family. Dick knew it was because he didn’t trust any of them, YN included.

But that little part of him— maybe the most hopeless of romantics— thought it was because he didn’t want to be too far away.

Like his body craved hers in proximity, and being in the same room was enough, for now.

Either way, YN meant Jason. As long as she was there, he wasn’t far behind.

Dick nearly called out to his younger sibling, prepared to either goad him on or disgruntle him; Until out of nowhere, someone else did it for him.

“Why don’t you join in, Jason?” Barbara called, inviting Jason into the present. Attempting to jolt him out of his reverie.

He narrowed his eyes, and Barbara only returned with a grin. Her fingers traced imaginary patterns over her wheelchair armrests.

She was trying to trap him.

Jason was one of the most, if not the best, advanced combat fighter she had ever seen. He was powerful, smart.

He was the perfect opponent for YN to learn something against. Because the rest of these losers had been flat on their backs within minutes.

Cassandra had been their only hope— holding out longer than the others, landing blows against her opponent.

Jason cast a glance to YN— her overconfidence practically casting a glorious light over her surroundings. Her face alight with a grin.

“Yeah, right.” Jason snorted, returning to his work.

A woman had hired him to investigate her husband. It was easy work— he wasn’t exactly hiding his infidelity from anyone other than his wife.

“Afraid I’ll beat your ass again?” YN taunted.

Jason paused, his hands freezing on the keys of his laptop. He looked over his shoulder at her, fixing on her smug expression.

“Again? Tails, I don’t seem to recall any time you beat my ass. At anything. ” He retorted, his chair turning to face her.

“The first and second. Rooftop.”

“That was a draw.” He clarified, eyebrows tilting upward.

“No, you had backup arrive before I was done with you. I think you owe me, Red.”

Jason pursed his lips.

She knew the outcome of those fights, already. Had he been solo, she would’ve ripped him to shreds. Burnt him to a crisp. So why was she so adamant on a redo?

Was she hoping to embarrass him in front of more people? Remind him that she was better? Or just use him to expel built up energy?

“Come on, Jay. What’s it gonna hurt?” Stephanie pushed, tapping her hands against the mat she was seated on.

‘His ego.’ Cass signed, grinning.

Jason bit down on his lip. She was daring him. Both of them. Cass and YN both wore the same conniving expressions.

If he had known the two of them would get along so famously, he wouldn’t have even considered staying in the Manor.

Or perhaps it was a good idea to play Yn’s impulse control. He wasn’t sure how long the pair of them would last without a third party playing sanity.

“Fine. I’ll show all of you.” He relented, tugging his hoodie from his body.

He ignored the excited, taunting whoops from the sidelines as he stepped into the boundary lines.

Jason very rarely participated in family activities, that included training of all sorts. It wasn’t necessarily that he was above it all, but he was.

The few times he had joined, he dominated the playing field every time. There was no use in him training with them, in his mind.

So he usually stuck to his workouts and various other tasks.

But now…. Now he may have a viable opponent.

YN abandoned her rest area, tossing the towel and bottle back where she had been sitting. Her feet entered the ring on the floor, and they kept moving. She began at a slow pace, nearly circling him in anticipation.

“Come on.” She taunted, a sly grin taking over her features. Her eyes glittered dangerously.

Jason scoffed at the notion.

The more comfortable she got, the more cocky she was. He supposed her confidence was valid— she was incredibly skilled and stubborn as a mule.

He stepped into the ring, his shoulders broadened. Making himself larger than her was no use— she had proven resistant to his intimidating structure.

But he had learned a thing or two, watching her fight. Fighting against her, and with her.

She was no easy target.

YN made the first move— launching from the outer edge toward his side of the ring.

Her left fist aimed at his gut; He blocked easily, but missed his mark on her right, as it swung into an uppercut against his jaw.

His teeth rattled, but he was unperturbed by it. Grappling her wrists, he tugged her forward, his forehead aiming for her face.

YN let her legs drop out, becoming deadweight in his grasp. Jason grunted, attempting to right himself. Taking advantage of his unkiltered stance, she ducked between his legs, ripping her wrists back into her own control and elbowed behind his knees.

He didn’t go down to the floor, but it was enough for her to get back to her feet and swing an elbow onto the back of his neck.

Jason growled, throwing an arm out to gain distance. Avoiding his defensive move, YN leapt back.

She lingered for a moment, waiting to see his next move. While he got to his feet, she debated drawing this out, to see if he would catch a second wind and fight harder. Or if one move would KO him.

This was creeping toward fun.

Jason swung a fist at her left side, then her right. YN dodged and weaved through his punches, as if it were a dance she had been practicing for weeks.

Just as she had begun expecting his next move, Jason sent the heel of his palm into her nose. YN stumbled back with a shout, her hands coming up to block her face, too late.

She wiped blood away, glancing at the crimson liquid in her palm. Soaking through the white fabric that had been bound around her hands. Her glare swung up to see Jason, a certain gleam in his eyes.

YN scoffed, tilting her head to crack her neck.

Jason steadied his stance again, both fists raised in preparation.

YN growled as she sprung forward again, relentless in her attack. Instead of going for a retaliatory smack in the face, she latched at his waist, keeping herself at his center of gravity.

Before he could do anything about the odd choice, she had swept his legs and tackled him backwards. He grabbed at her body, but she quickly rolled over him, out of reach.

Jason pushed himself to his feet, just as her fist came down where his face had been. He wedged his foot against her shoulder and shoved her onto her ass. YN rolled onto her side, but Jason didn’t relent. He kicked her over again, flat onto her belly. Not allowing her a moment to recoup.

YN grunted, and Jason dropped his knee between her shoulder blades. Pressing all his weight into her. She squawked in pain, palms banging against the mats; She pushed back against his mass, getting nowhere.

“No back up now, is there?” He sneered, his hands dropping on top of hers, pressing her in place. She squirmed, body thrashing to no avail.

With a growl, she tossed her head back in hopes he was close enough. Luckily, he was; The back of her head catching his nose. Jason grunted, his hold loosening just enough for her to roll the pair over.

Jason fell to the mats, propped on one elbow in preparation to get back to his feet.

YN had different plans; She rose to her knees, above him, and let her fist come down against his face.

The taste of metallic blood coated his tongue, liquid dropped from the corner of his mouth. YN took hold of his hair during his moment of surprise and maneuvered her way behind him. Her chest pressed against his back.

Arms wrapped around his throat. Jason gasped, only for her to press harder. His hands came up to her arms, nails pressing— scraping— down her flesh. She hissed, but added pressure.

Jason’s vision wavered— eyes watering.

“Tap out!” She growled, keeping her stance steady as Jason thrashed.

He thrust his elbow into her gut, then rocked his weight back, sending them both to the floor. On her back.

His skull bounced against her stomach, forcing all the wind from her chest.

A deep cough nearly gagged her; Forcibly releasing her grasp on Jason, he wrapped his hands around her wrists and dealt another blow to her face.

She didn’t give him the opportunity to do it a third time, as she spit a bloody glob in his face. Jason flinched, trying to avoid it.

She kicked him away and scrambled to her feet.

Jason lumbered onto his own weakened knees, joints aching at the exertion. YN dragged her hand across her mouth, wiping blood that had dripped from her nose.

“You’re the best they’ve got? I’ve seen toddlers with better tactics.” YN called, her grin stained red.

“You talk too much.” Jason panted.

Without giving another spare moment, he launched forward again. YN braced herself, unmoving from his path. He lifted his fist again, prepared to knock her down.

Until YN caught his fist and tucked her shoulder into his gut, sending his body rolling over her back and straight to the floor.

YN followed immediately, her weight on his chest. Forearm pressed to his trachea.

“And you put too much weight into a backhand.” She smiled.

Jason panted, staring up into her eyes. Sweat dripped from her brow, landing against his cheek. He swallowed hard; Blood rushed to his face at her triumphant, predatory grin.

In that instant, the world fell from around him. He was no longer on the floor of the Manor, surrounded by his family.

Instead, he was somewhere… floating alongside her. Beneath her. The pressure of her arm, pliant enough to give him a chance to breathe. It didnt keep him from hurdling through the stratosphere— pieces of himself fragmenting away the longer he stared at her.

Into her eyes.

For a moment, he was frozen in time. The weight of her body against his own was strangely comforting. Her proximity didn’t send barbs of discomfort down his spine. Her touch didn’t feel like insects, crawling over his skin.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen Jason go to the mat before.” A voice pitched in his ear— laughter following the statement.

Jason nearly gave himself whiplash at the speed that he regained consciousness. YN was clamoring from his body, her knees straddled his hips as she leaned back to push herself to her feet.

A sharp exhale forced his lungs to collapse; They had been holding air for longer than he cared to admit.

What the fuck?

Alarms rang in his head— suddenly noisy as opposed to the quiet, comprehending solitude he had experienced moments prior.

“She bruise your ego that badly, Little Wing?” Dick jeered, extending his palm to his disoriented brother. Still lying on the mats.

He ignored the offer of help, opting to gain his own balance once more.

“Sorry about hitting you,” Jason muttered, swiping his palm across his face. The skin of his hands returned blood stained and sweat soaked. “I try not to participate in friendly fire anymore.”

YN waved a hand, her other propped against her waist. Her breaths came in short pants, mainly through her mouth, as her nose was still dripping.

“All’s fair. I deserved a few of those.” She admitted, her voice sounded slightly nasally.

Jason shook his head, the corners of his mouth turning up.

He hadn’t remembered how much fun sparring used to be. And while he certainly didn’t condone hitting women, something about being in that ring with her… nearly fighting for his life…

His body nearly hummed with energy— the adrenaline still lacing his veins. His eyes drifted over to where YN was kneeling at Barbara’s side, allowing her to staunch her nose bleed.

He hadn’t fought that hard in years.

“Did you hear me?” Duke asked, assumably a second time, as Jason came back into focus. “I asked if you needed Alfred to check out those bruises?”

“No,” Jason shook his head. He backed away, grabbing his phone and laptop. “I’ve got somewhere to be.”

Without another word, he took off to the staircase and nearly sprinted up them.

“Is he okay?” YN asked, peeking over her chin from where she had her head tilted back.

“He’ll be fine,” Stephanie assured her with a grin. “He’s got to lick his wounds. You’ve got to teach me how you did that, though.”

YN grinned, accepting another clean wad of tissue from Barbara.

Jason was losing his shit.

Literally and figuratively.

His mind had to be slipping— otherwise he would’ve remembered where he left his godforsaken phone.

He’d had it taking pictures of the sunrise, a few hours earlier. And then he had gone onto one of the balcony’s to smoke a couple cigarettes.

Then he’d visited his own grave— sat for a few minutes and just stared into the carved granite headstone.

Where he went afterward— he didn’t remember exactly.

He turned into another sitting room. The curtains were opened— that was a good sign that he had been there previously.

Tracking deeper into the room, he headed directly for the objects closest to the window, where he would have haphazardly left his phone sitting.

“Where are you going?”

Jason paused, turning to see where the voice emanated from.

He peeked over the sofa; Yn’s body lay on one of Bruce’s Persian rugs, her feet kicked up behind her, a book in her hands, elbows propped up.

Dressed down in a black tank top and grey sweatpants, she looked comfortable. Like she had always belonged in the manor.

Her feet kicked again, one leg flat on the floor, the other still in the air. His eyes dropped to her ass, involuntarily.

“Why the fuck are you on the floor?” He demanded, his eyes running along her spine and finally returning to the portion of her face not hidden by her book.

“My back hurts. Where are you going?” She repeated, tilting the book down so that she could see him clearly. Jason shrugged.

“Nowhere.”

“Bullshit— you’re dressed.” YN snapped her book closed, tossing it to the side. Her palms coming to rest under her chin. Her eyes wide, staring up at him. Jason swallowed, hard— his eyes drifting to where her shirt was giving him full access to her chest. “You’re about to go somewhere.”

With his face burning, Jason tore his eyes away from her. Not trusting himself to speak when looking at her.

This was unbearable, inconvenient — pretty fucking annoying too. Why should he notice what she looks like or what she’s wearing? Why does he care?

God, he needed this embarrassment to go away. He needed all this shit to go away.

“I’ve got errands.” Jason muttered, stepping over her.

YN rolled to her back, her eyes following him across the room.

“Can I come?”

“Absolutely not.” He blurted. YN frowned; He was being weird.

Was he actually upset about losing to her? In front of everyone?

Or was it something else… the manor, being back with his family. Something else entirely?

She wanted to curse his name until the end of time; If his face wasn’t so blank all the time— if he actually gave some sort of emotion — maybe they would get along better.

“Why not?”

Jason blanked, unable to form an excuse or explanation.

What was he supposed to say: ‘Sorry, I’ve been sort of watching you every time we’re in a room together and I don’t think I can handle being physically close to, and alone, with you for an extended amount of time’?

He didn’t see that going over too well.

She might even kill him.

He just needed to find his phone without setting her off.

“Because you’re on house arrest.” He finally answered. YN pushed herself up, sitting cross legged with her arms crossed over her chest.

“I’m allowed to leave with a chaperone.” She suggested, almost instantly.

YN observed his hurried movements; Moving pillows, shoving his hand between the sofa cushions. Pilfering the drawers of the coffee and end tables.

A chuckle came from deep in his chest.

“I’m not quite chaperone material, sweetheart.”

She swallowed, the air leaving her lungs. Another nickname.

While ‘Tails’ gave her a familial sense of warmth in her chest, this new one sent butterflies to her stomach. The pesky little insects causing riots in her belly— demanding to be released.

Luckily enough, she knew just how to squash those bugs before they caused any real damage.

That was all this was, anyhow. YN chalked it up to her mind, running rampant and spinning scenarios in her spare time. He had done her a favor, saved her life.

And for some, fucked up reason, his presence sent shivers along her spine. At first, she thought it was just a reminder; That he was present when she almost died. A traumatic response to a trigger.

But, the more she thought about it (because her mind, truly would not give it up, and kept slipping back against her will) the less uncomfortable she was.

And the more confused she became.

It didn’t make sense. She wasn’t nervous around him, so what was this… this? What was this? It was infuriating.

And him— Jason was being infuriating.

What was his deal?

He’s on her side one minute and the next he’s giving her the coldest shoulder this side of Antarctica.

“I’ve been cooped up in here for weeks.” She reasoned.

“Lies. You went with Steph, Cass, and Barb to get your shit last week.” He argued.

“It’s not the same.”

Jason huffed a sigh, hanging his head.

She wasn’t budging. Of course she wasn’t.

Maybe he was over exaggerating this whole thing. Maybe he was just feeling weird about being in the manor again.

This whole thing would blow over soon, and he wouldn’t have to worry about it anymore.

He clenched his jaw, nostrils flaring.

Fuck, he was gonna regret this one.

“Not a single flicker of a flame and you wear your domino. At all times.” He instructed sternly.

YN let out an excited ‘yes!’ before scrambling to her feet. She bolted out of sight, presumably in pursuit of her mask and a change of outfit.

He rolled his eyes.

She really was going crazy in this place.

Strolling up the quiet drive, Jason removed his helmet, shaking his curls out from where they had been pressed to his head. His skin cried out in thanks, sweat cooling his heated skin. It collected on it forehead, where his domino sat.

The evening was winding down— the sun setting over his shoulder.

Muted laughter and conversation came from ahead of him. Sat on the porch were three women, gossiping and teasing one another.

“Good evening, ladies.” Jason smiled brightly, tossing his hair back and tucking his helmet beneath his arm.

Cristi glanced up at him, before standing to greet him.

“Thank god you’re here.” Robin cried, springing up from her seat on the steps. She leapt down and into his arms, hugging him tightly. “That noise has me on my last leg. I don’t know how much longer I can stand it.”

Jason chuckled, amused, his hand resting lightly against her shoulder blades. Amanda laughed, her eyes rolling.

A chirping sound had started up at the beginning of the week; All six of the women had searched high and low for the origin of the noise, to no avail.

Not a smoke detector, or any other alarms in the house. Nothing seemed to be making it.

But still, it chirped.

“Dramatic, Robin. Just a touch dramatic.” Cristi teased.

Robin pulled herself off Jason, pouting at her friends.

“Oh, like it wasn’t driving you crazy, too!” She defended.

“Either way, I’m here to look at it. You can stop worrying over it— Prince Charming has arrived.” Jason bowed, playfully.

Cristi leaned over and smacked the back of his head. Jason scurried back, hand pressed to his new wound. A look of betrayal on his face.

“Yeah, right.” She beckoned him to follow, as she started up the steps. Then she stopped, one hand swinging back. “Oh, before I forget, Liv had that special customer again.”

Jason abandoned his helmet on the porch railing, rubbing his palms together eagerly.

Perfect; Just what he was looking for. Information from a council member.

That should keep him busy for a few days, at least.

“She get anything?”

“Besides an STD? I swear, that man has everything on God’s green earth.” Amanda leaned one shoulder against the doorframe, hip jutted out.

Jason frowned, hands falling to his hips.

He hated that these women felt this was the easiest option for cash; He hated that it was the easiest cash flow.

But it was their decision. He would do what he could to make it easier.

“Hey, my information isn’t worth that. If you want him to stop—“

Robin shook him off.

“He pays good. There’s no way she’ll want him to stop comin’ round here.” She pointed out, shrugging. “He’s an easy fix, anyways. Only takes him a couple’a minutes.”

“Don’t forget to talk with her before you leave.” Cristi repeated.

Jason nodded, aware that there was no way he was forgetting anything, as long as Cristi was there reminding him.

The woman had the memory of an elephant.

YN rounded the corner, jamming her phone into her pocket.

Stephanie had kept her on the phone for too long— asking mildly strange questions and clarifying answers.

Then Dick had gotten on the line, and god, she thought of hanging up at least twelve times.

But then she would have missed the screaming match between the two.

Cristi laughed at a joke Robin cracked at Jason, leaving the boy’s face flushed (which wasn’t easy to do, considering the boy’s upbringing).

Movement at the end of the walkway caught her eye.

A familiar figure marching up behind them.

“Jason.” Cristi’s hand latched to his elbow, giving him a harsh tug. She stepped in front of his body, her own body rigid.

He turned, eyes landing on the perceived threat.

YN was making her way up the driveway, finished with her phone call.

“She’s a friendly.” Jason assured, smoothing a gloved hand over Cristi’s.

The woman scowled, surprise clear in her eyes as she whipped around to face him.

“A friendly? She tried to light me on fire.” She growled.

YN slowed to a stop at the porch steps, a halfhearted frown on her lips.

The woman who challenged her.

“I wasn’t lighting you on fire— just the lawn.” YN responded, easily. As if she hadn’t admitted to committing several acts of arson.

Jason clenched his jaw. He had nearly forgotten the whole incident had ever happened.

He’d been so wrapped up lately, his head hadn’t been on straight.

What the fuck was he thinking, bringing her here, of all places? Where a grudge was sure to stick around.

“I am an extension of this property.” Cristi snapped, arms crossing her chest.

YN gave a quiet noise of acknowledgement, dipping her head into a bow. Her hand sweeping to the side.

“Forgive me, your highness, for stepping on your face.” She spoke with an air of regality.

Cristi snarled, her fists clenching tightly. Preparing to storm down the steps and take care of the intruder herself.

Jason intervened— wedging his body in front of hers. She kept the scowl on her face as he forced her to back up.

“Okay— hostility.” He held his hand out, ensuring she wasn’t going to go through him to rip the other woman to shreds. “I’m here to fix the noise you were asking about. She’s just along for the ride.”

Cristi’s eyes narrowed, her distain palpable.

Jason steadied himself. Preparing for the worst. Cristi had practically raised him for a few years when he was small.

He knew anyone that attempted to harm her family would catch hell in a hand basket. He had seen her deck a guy for putting his hands on one of the girls in the house.

Her word was law, here.

“She has to stay outside.” Cristi decided.

Jason snickered. YN elbowed him, a scowl on her lips. She glanced up to see his teeth pressing into his bottom lip, forcing himself to stay quiet.

“Fine. I’ll stay on the porch.” Her hands fell to her thighs, head tilted.

“The sidewalk.”

YN grit her teeth. Cristi didn’t budge. She didn’t even have a smirk on her face. She wasn’t doing this to be a bitch— maybe a small piece of her was, but this was about regaining control.

YN had come onto her property, threatened her and her family, then lit the front lawn up.

So it wasn’t that far of a stretch to think the woman was just exercising her limits of control. To stretch them again. Push back against something that had scared her.

She could understand that.

“Fucking hell. Fine.” YN grumbled, retreating down the steps again.

Jason raised his brows, impressed by how easily YN had rolled over. Maybe he had misjudged her affinity for a fight.

Cristi didn’t wait another moment, shoving his shoulder roughly. He cried out in opposition, only for her to push him through the front door.

He stumbled over the threshold, and the other ladies who had greeted him all filed through behind him.

She slammed the door, huffing an exhale before spinning around to face Jason.

“What are you thinking? She tried to kill you.” Cristi scolded, smacking his chest.

Jason kept his hands out, held with his palms facing her. He wasn’t blocking her blows, just surrendering to her mothering.

“Only like, twice.” He reasoned. Cristi growled, her scowl somehow deepening. “Compared to the amount of times you people thought I was an intruder—“

“I didn’t know it was you!” Toni called from her seat in the kitchen.

Cristi shook her head, pacing a few steps before pushing a hand through her hair.

“She wanted you dead.” She stated, uncertainty on her features. “We’re just looking out for you, sugar. You’ve been our baby for so long.”

She knew Jason was softhearted, but not this much. This was a little excessive.

“We’ve worked through her issues with me.” He assured her. His hand was a heavy, put welcome, weight against her shoulder.

She sighed, her own hand coming up to press atop of his.

“Some people can’t be saved, Jason.”

“I don’t want to save her. I’m not tryna make her change. This is her choice.”

Cristi bit her lip, eyes searching his face. She wished he didn’t wear his domino in the house.

It was so much easier to read him when his eyes were showing.

“Be safe, sweetheart. And smart.” She squeezed his hand. Jason returned it.

“Ten four.”

YN sat, sulking on the sidewalk. Hands pressed to her cheeks, elbows on her knees. She didn’t mean to pout, but what else was there to do?

She supposed this was fair enough. She still wasn’t happy about it.

Jason emerged from the walkway thirty minutes later, helmet in hand. Blush on his face.

“Everything okay?” YN asked, practically jumping to her feet.

Jason shoved his helmet on, attempting to hide the raging warmth on his cheeks.

“Peachy.” He grouched, brushing past her.

YN ran to catch up, then kept her strides alongside him.

“What’s your problem?” She muttered.

‘She your girlfriend?’

‘No one is getting a girlfriend, chill out.’

‘Oh, god, Jason. You like this chick?’

‘You’ve got a thing for convicts, too, huh?’

‘Robin!’

“I don’t have a problem.” He threw a leg over his bike seat, the compression making the belly sink lower to the ground.

He braved his feet, pushing the kickstand off. YN didn’t budge, just standing beside him. Hands on her hips.

“You’ve been all cagey recently.” She confronted. Jason rolled his eyes, shoving his black helmet into her belly.

She grunted, forced to back up two steps.

“M’not.”

“Mmh— yeah. You are.”

Jason tapped her shin with his boot, urging her to hurry.

“Just shut up and get on.” He complained, starting the motor.

She opened her mouth again, only to have Jason rev the engine loudly. Effectively cutting off her words.

YN scowled, shoving the helmet over her head and clipping it tightly.

“Cagey.” She muttered, latching onto his waist as he sped away.

YN tossed herself into a booth seat of the diner.

Jason had decided he had to stop to get food, or else he was going to wither away in five minutes.

“Fucking drama queen.” She grumbled, angling herself to sit in the corner.

Of course, she guessed it was easier to tolerate Jason on a full stomach, rather than an empty one.

Jason emerged from the bathroom, finished with his business. He spotted YN sitting in a corner booth, her domino still covering her eyes.

“Hey, man,” Jason stared up at the blinking menu. The cashier didn’t flinch at the six foot something, broad shouldered vigilante standing before him. “Can I get two number fours, water on both?”

“That all?” He asked, the Gothamite drawl thick on his voice.

Jason confirmed, sliding cash over the counter. He waived off the change, and stood to the side waiting for his order.

While he had certain doubts about eating inside the diner, with only a domino to cover his identity, YN had brushed him off. Gesturing to the empty parking lot.

When he pointed to the quite obvious scars on his face, she scoffed and passed over a compact.

“Cover them up, then.”

He hated that she had an answer to everything— like a smartass.

“Here.” He deposited a basket of food in front of her, sliding his own across from her.

YN frowned, putting her phone down to the table. Her brow furrowed.

“I told you, you didn’t have to buy this.” She stated, moving her gaze to him as he crammed his body into the booth. The table shaking as he settled. “I thought you said you were going to the bathroom?”

“I thought I said zip it?” Jason extended his legs, accidentally bumping hers as he spread his thighs. Taking all the room he needed.

It looked comical; His large, bulking frame jammed into a booth, broad shoulders nearly twice the height of the seat’s back. His feet were beneath her seat, elbows propped against the table’s edge.

YN rolled her eyes, pulling her basket closer.

Jason dug directly into his own food, dispensing an absurd amount of ketchup onto the side. Dunking a piece of fried chicken several times before eating it.

She looked on, mildly repulsed, but forced herself to ignore him in favor of eating.

“You know, all of you Wayne guys are so difficult.” YN complained, sinking down into her side of the booth.

Jason grunted, swallowing his food. She mainly picked at the fries; Eating one every few seconds, instead of several at once.

“We get it from our father.”

YN snorted, shaking her head.

Even though none of them were blood relations, they all shared similar aspects. Just from time, being around each other for so long.

They weren’t the worst people to imitate, she supposed.

She could see Jason’s record time eating skills had definitely come from Bruce, as he had done the same handful of fries into his mouth.

And Damian’s grin, though rare, was a mirror image of Dick’s.

Tim and Damian fought just like Dick and Jason did. Bruce’s insomnia had been passed to at least two of the boys— and Cass, on bad nights.

Batman was taking after Tim in technology competence (slowly), the two of them influenced by Barbara. But Bruce, on the other hand, was not allowed to operate his own Twitter account.

They were all connected, so tightly knit that they were basically one person, but not, all at the same time.

The Wayne Manor was a confusing place at times.

It was no wonder they all started branching out, as soon as they could.

Like Dick…

“Why did Dick form the Titans?” YN asked, wiping her fingers on her napkin. Jason stopped, fries halfway to his mouth.

His heart slingshotted into his sternum, slamming against his ribs. A panicked rhythm setting up a tremor through his body.

“You aren’t thinking about that offer are you?” He demanded, lip curled.

“What’s it to you?” She muttered, her own features copying his expression.

He tossed the fries back to their place among the others, pressing both palms flat to the table top.

Everything pooled in his stomach. Leaving him uneasy and angry.

What did Dick do now? Had he been cornering her into talking about joining a team?

And why the hell was she even considering?

“Tails, you’re not joining their little boy band.” Jason stated, matter of factly.

YN felt heat rush to her face; Her nose stinging as she grit her teeth. Hastily looping reigns over the fire in her chest before it exploded.

He stared at her, from across the table; Chewing his food like he hadn’t said the most outrageous sentence to her. In her face.

What kind of delusion was this man living in?

“Oh, and you get to make these decisions for me?” She snarled, hands curling around the edge of the table.

Jason felt the air around him warm, exponentially. Heat was practically wavering around her body.

But he wasn’t backing down. Not on this conversation.

“I’m giving you advice.” He rephrased.

“Then format it differently. Because you don’t get to tell me what I can and can’t do.”

“Why not?”

The heat kicked up again— flaring to an intensity Jason guessed would be near supernova level.

He had to admit, he had started the conversation seriously, but then derailed it. Just to see her angry.

It happened so easily, most days. Just the slightest amount of pressure and she would snap.

Was it fun, or was it fun?

“Fuck you, why not.” YN snapped. Smoke rose from her hands. She was sure if she looked down, her print would be burned into the table, but that was the least of her concerns.

Not when Jason sat across from her— a smirk on his stupid face and even stupider words coming out of his mouth.

“You wouldn’t be a good fit for the Titans. Or the Justice League.” He finally explained.

“And you know this, how?”

Was she joking?

Most days she was homicidal, at best. Not to count her arson charges and property damages. He didn’t even want to know what Adrian had her doing. It certainly wasn’t making flower arrangements for his closest, criminal buddies.

To think she was Justice League material was laughable.

And with the Titans, well, he could only imagine how much of a disaster that would be.

The group was always in something, or another. Drama between themselves, a megalomaniac villain targeting them. And the uniform she would be wearing?

Would definitely not be to her taste.

Besides, those groups were pure bureaucratic bullshit. PR teams, tabloids, television. They were celebrities. Not vigilantes.

YN would suffocate.

Or kill a paparazzi.

Whichever opportunity came first.

“We’re more similar than you realize.” Jason told her, simplifying all the reasons his brain created into one truth. He knew her, because, for better or worse, he knew himself. He gestured to her half eaten meal. “Eat up. We should get back soon. Not only are you committing property damage, everyone’ll think I stole you.”

YN glanced down, eyes landing on the handprints she had scorched into the table top. She winced.

Oops.

“Would that be so terrible?” She teased, leaning her cheek against her fist.

“I can’t see any reason someone would steal you.” He determined, his knuckle rapping the table twice. “You’d be returned.”

“Comedian of the year, ladies and gentlemen.” YN’s palms splayed before her, gesturing to him.

Jason only gave a faux smile, letting it slide off his face as fast as it arrived.

YN sipped her drink, fingertips dragging through the condensation ring left on the table.

“I wasn’t gonna join them, anyways. Just curious.” YN mumbled, picking through her fries to find the right ones.

“About Dick?” He frowned, eyes roaming over her form. She had never expressed interest in him before. Not even a passing remark. “There’s nothing interesting about him.”

YN perked up, her eyes glittering.

Now this was getting interesting. She never specified Dick.

“Jealous, are we?” She asked, haughtily.

“Of Richard Grayson?” Jason scoffed. “Who’s the comedian now?”

He wasn’t jealous of Dick.

Not anymore, at least.

Besides, what was he supposedly jealous over? Her?

Jason nearly laughed in her face.

Who did she think she was?

He restrained himself, just barely. He didn’t want to explain why two vigilantes were sat in a restaurant booth, snacking, and suddenly the place goes up in flames.

He had poked the bear enough, for today, he supposed.

YN seemingly had the same idea, as she quieted down and finished her food.

Jason followed suit, using his mask to his aid as he watched her. He didn’t know where exactly she had gotten a new domino, unless she had multiple.

Her last one had been half burned away from her explosion in the warehouse.

He wondered if she had attempted that again. Surely not, as he hadn’t seen her in bad condition since. Maybe she had finally scared herself into a smidgeon of common sense.

Some part of his mind wanted to see how far she could push it. See how powerful her explosions could get. How far she could push her abilities.

But then the sight of her ragged body in his bathtub came rushing back into the forefront of his mind.

Then he couldn’t stop himself from thinking of how many times she might’ve gone through that level of pain in her childhood. Mastery of any ability was accompanied with blood shed.

And how many times she had gone through it alone.

Jason might’ve come into the whole YN-Adrian debacle on the tail end, but he knew it wasn’t much different than it had been the whole time.

When he tossed his napkin into the empty basket, YN took initiative and stood up. Taking both of their baskets and dumping them in the nearest trash can.

Jason held the door as she followed him out.

“Thanks for letting me tag along. I know I was being pushy.” YN said, shoving her hands into her jacket pockets.

“You were, but it’s understandable.” He nodded, elbowing her arm lightly. “Things will start loosening up soon. You’ve been a model prisoner.”

YN scowled, jamming her elbow into his ribs. He hissed, smacking the offending appendage away.

“How about I make you a model corpse?” She snapped.

Jason laughed— the sound echoing around the city. Night had begun to settle. Streetlights blinked to life in the parking lot.

“I don’t think I’ve introduced you to my grave yet.” He realized. YN slowed to a stop as they approached his bike.

Jason had roughly explained partial details of his untimely demise to her, before. She just hadn’t realized there would still be mementos handing around.

“It’s still there?”

“Where else would it go?” Jason asked, grinning. She groaned at his smirk, rolling her eyes behind her domino. He extended the motorcycle helmet, holding his own against his chest. “Safety first.”

#enemy fire #jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x f!reader

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wombatfan · 11 months

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Alucard Tepes X fem!bodied reader

Warnings: smut ig (tell me if there's more). I'm not a native speaker so don't judge me pls.

In this scenario Sumi & Taka just don't exist.

"Hello, Dear", she said with a cheeky grin, leaning against the doorframe of his office. He raised his head as fast as he could. Never even in a thousand of years he could've forgotten this wonderful voice and the person it belongs to: Yn. His childhood bestfriend and first (and only) love. She was from Germany and she often came to visit the Castle at the time his mother was still alive. Her parents also were important vampires and very good friends with Dracula. In not even a second he stood right in front of her, squeezing the air out of her lungs, keeping her from breathing - if she actually had to breathe. "My Love, I missed you so much. I cant even express it in words", He wispered into her ear. She shuddered slightly when his cold breath hit her even colder skin. "Then why not show it with actions? ", she suggested, a light shining in her eyes. As soon as the words had left her mouth, his lips already were on hers. It was a hot kiss, filled with lust and desire - Nothing like the kisses they shared in the past. She tasted like the sweetest cherries.

He could feel her her Arms wrap around his neck to pull him closer - If that's even possible. When she did this Alucard promtly shoved his Arms under her kneepits so he was able to hold her in bridal style and rushed to his bedroom. Within seconds Yn was nearly undressed, only her red bra and panties were staying on. He - still fully clothed- was leaning right above her, spreading wet kisses from her ear, to her throat, her collarbone and finally to her lacy bra.

He had waited long enough. He wanted to hear her, see her, touch her. So when his long thin fingers werent able to find the lock of the red fabric, he just ripped it of. One normal occasioms she'd have been annoyed but her patience also wouldn't las much longer. "Adrian", she wimpered when his soft lips sucked and bit her brest. "Pleased touch me. Please" "But I am touching you, Darling", he said with a smug grin. She slapped him playfully and so on he gave her exactly what she wanted. He pulled down her underwear and slowly put two of his fingers Into her glistening cunt. Her back arched because of his movements inside her. Moans and swearwords left her mout like nothing. "Fuck, Adrian!" "Adrian!".

After some time he took up pace and his fingers fucked her better than she could ever have done it herself. Then he did put two more fingers inside and she practically screamed Alucards name. Yn felt the knot in her stomach losen with one last thrust of his fingers, her juices runnimg down her thighs. "Oh, dear, what a mess you made", alucard said, acting anooyded. "Asshole", yn whispered. As soon as the word had left her mout, she had already wrapped her legs around his hips and had him turned on his back. In no time he was also undressed and she slowly sank down on his big cock. Her hands swiped over the angry red scar his father left on him. A long time passed as she was kissing and cheering his scar when she finally decided to move. Now, as she guided herself up and down on his dick it was Alucards time to moan. "Yn my dear, you feel so good"

After some minutes her legs already began to shake so he grabbed her by her waist to guide her himself. He lifted her off his cock, just to slam it into her again. Her back arched again and her titts were swinging deliciously in front of his face. So he brought his lips closer to suck on them again, leaving bruised that won't make it possible to wear revealing dresses the next few days. She started feeling the knot in her stomach building up again and she knew she was near. But in exactly that moment Alucard decided to stop. She was close to saying something about how much of a drag he was but then he turned her around so he was on top now. With inhumanly speed he was fucking her now. Her legs were wrapped around his wais to prevent him from fucking her completely into the mattress. She felt the know in her gut tighten even more as his cock twitched inside her pussy when he released his load inside of her. That feeling brought YN over the edge as well. For a moment or two only heavy breathing filled the room until he decided to pull out. He let himself fall on his back right next to her, turned his head just to stare right into her beautiful, sleepy eyes. "I missed you so much, Adrian. I love you", she wispered in his ear, swiping a strand of his hair behind it. "I love you too, my Dear", he wispered back <3

#alucard #alucard tepes #dracula tepes #castlevania #vampires #adrian tepes #smut

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surshica · 1 year

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GLITZ N GLAMOUR

: CL16

genre: fluffy fluff yeay

warnings: translated french

A/N: heyy🧎‍♀️ kinda shit but GAGAGAGAGAGAGAGGAGAGA i’m bored :p STREAM SPICY BTW.

synopsis: charles dating f1 blogger and f1 interviewer — charles leclerc x reader (faceclaim: karina aespa)

charles_leclerc

liked by pierregasly,_ynln,lilymhe,landonorris and 1,825,729 others

charles_leclerc my girlfriend is still hotter than you

tagged _ynln

_ynln you’re so delulu it hurts

↳ charles_leclerc no i just love MY girlfriend

landonorris we want more of yn not you

↳ charles_leclerc and if i were to say something bad i’ll be the villain.

↳ landonorris WE WANT MORE OF YN

↳ charles_leclerc 😒

user HELP all because bro didn’t want to answer a question about thirst tweets

↳ user he definitely does read them..GUILT ASS

liked by _ynln

user this is so cute omg

carlossainz55 he actually runs a yn fan account on twitter and has multiple yn edits saved on tiktok

↳ charles_leclerc you suck btw !!

↳ _ynln WAIT REALLY? that’s actually really cute

↳ charles_leclerc just kidding i love you carlos thanks for that 😛

↳ maxverstappen1 nah the switch up is insane..

user living pinterest coupleeee

pierregasly i don’t think anybody realizes he did the tiktok sounds manifesting yn would like him more than a friend

↳ _ynln HELP “more than a friend” sorry love you’re only a friend to me now

↳ charles_leclerc what te eff.

↳ danielriccardo not yn pulling a adrian agreste on you LMAO

↳ charles_leclerc who?

↳ _ynln stfu. we’re watching that tonight

f1 power couple~

scuderiaferrari ugh i want her more move charles😍

↳ redbullracing you’re time with her is over she is with us now~

↳ scuderiaferrari yeah for one interview, only one she’s coming back to us afterwards

↳ mercedesamgf1 she’s going with us actually!

↳ astonmartinf1 she’s coming over to us soon..right!

↳ scuderiaferrari in your dreams ‼️

@ surshica | rb & follow.

#IMAGINES 💌 ୧ ˚₊#- surshica ♥︎#charles leclerc fic #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc imagine

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ghostofscarley · 2 years

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Those Brown Eyes

Adrian Pucey x Reader

Inspired by 'Those Brown Eyes' - Beetlebug

for the sake of this fic (though i have seen this a lot, idk whether others believe adrian has different coloured eyes) adrian has brown eyes

a/n- this fic is for my hufflepuff boos as (although im a ravenclaw) slytherpuff relationships are just one of my favourites.. also how do y'all play uno bc like, the rules that my family and i play with are what others are usually against.. like for us, its good to have a power card as a last card (like one that just changes colours) bc it doesnt matter what the previous card is (unless its a pick up) but others say you cant finish with it.. yet my family and i have been..

your eyes have a way of making me go blind

those eyes of his easily became something that y/n could indulge in. the warmth and noticeable love that shined from his orbs became her favourite thing to wake up to. the morning light that spewed through the blinds that were left slightly ajar reflect off of his eyes and within them she saw a kaleidoscope of wonder, the light illuminating a pool of honey, speckled with stars

"you know, you've ruined stargazing for me," with a huff and a slight pout resting on her lips, "they'd never begin to compare to the one's that rest in your eyes."

adrian could only chuckle as he tried to pull y/n in even closer, resting her head on his chest, tucking her into the side of his neck

"that just sounds like a 'you' problem," his morning voice came out husky and rough, full of sleep, deep, "you know, you're so cute when you pout like that."

"i knew introducing you to muggle sayings was a bad idea, how dare you," the words came out muffled as she spoke into his neck, leaving small, fluttering kisses that tickled him as he let out small hums and giggles, "you couldn't just stick to your weird wizard sayings."

"nah," he spoke into the crown of her head, "they don't bother you as much, so it's not as funny."

your smile does a thing that just melts my mind

as he craned his neck ever so slightly to gaze into her eyes, the inkling of a faint smile began to grow into a loving grin as he saw them, the sweetness of it almost melting her insides

adrian's smile, to y/n, was warmer than the warmest of days, more loving than that of a loving mother, sweeter than the sweetest of deserts; it was absolutely blinding to the naked eye but a sight to behold

"take a picture," adrian smirked, his eyes slitted slightly, still drowsy, "it'll last longer."

"i can't with you," she slapped his chest ever so lightly as she tucked herself into him, "you literally suck. genuinely."

"and you swallow babe," he wheezed, "that's how things work around here."

"you perv!" y/n began to pull away though adrian was quick to tighten his hold around her, "just can't get enough, can you?"

adrian could only chuckle as he began to shake his head

"never with you."

it feels like i'm abseiling in another world

and someone's dropped the line

and i feel myself drifting away

if someone were to ask y/n how she felt when it came to adrian, what do you think the answer would be?

well, what's your happy place? do you have one?

when it came to adrian, there was no denying that she felt as if she were on cloud 9; she was, without a doubt, in a constant state of utter euphoria

she had found her place; he was her happy place

and it was the most wonderful feeling

whilst he was a constant thought in her mind, leaving blissful memories, that left her feeling as if she were floating off into another world, he was also able to ground her and bring her back to him again

your pride is so high yet

you still act so shy

hogwarts 1991

"pucey shoots the quaffle past wood into the left hoop, scoring another ten points for slytherin," the boisterous gryffindor, lee jordan, commentates as he followed along with the match, "the snitch has been spotted as both potter and higgs race in order to secure the win for their corresponding house."

the crowd raised to slightly as they all tried to catch the last few moments of the match with the slytherin's and gryffindor’s at the edge of their seats, hoping for the win

"he's done it!" lee jordan announces as you can hear cheers from one side of the audience, whilst the other erupted into groans, "higgs has caught the snitch. slytherin house has won the game."

as a hufflepuff, y/n was quite neutral with the match and applauded for the winning team, whilst still congratulating the opposing team for their effort

"isn't that your boyfriend's team, y/n?" cedric diggory, friend and house mate, teased as he turned to his friend, whom adorned reddened cheeks, "what kind of cheering is that? blow him a kiss at the very least."

y/n gasped, turning to cedric as she slapped his arm

"adrian isn't my boyfriend," she exclaimed, huffing as she turned to look back at the field, or rather, a certain slytherin who was still mounted on his broom, whooping and hollering in victory, "we're just seat mates. he's just a friend."

"i never said a name, y/l/n," diggory, with that smirk of his, followed my line of sight, landing on the slytherin in question, "oh look, he's coming this way."

and with that, cedric began to get up as y/n turned to look up at her friend

"ced, don't be ridic-" though she was cut off as a gust of wind came from out of nowhere and she turned to the new presence, "adrian! aha. you're here. what're you doing here?"

the girl was clearly flustered and adrian was enjoying it just a little too much

"i'm a chaser on the slytherin quidditch team," he chuckled, stating the obvious, "i kinda have to be here. what are you doing here?"

was it possible for her cheeks to redden even more?

if it was then they did

"i- i'm allowed to enjoy a game of quidditch, am i not?" had she not stuttered, she would've felt a bit more confident about her response, "need to know what my house is up against right?"

"right, well i was wondering," he paused to make direct eye contact, thinking out his next words, "being, you know, a winner and all, i was wondering if you wanted to go on a date. with me. during the next hogsmeade trip. maybe"

his confidence dwindled and.. was that a blush

was the 3rd year chaser of the slytherin team, stone-face, adrian pucey blushing

"um, yeah," she could only look down at her fists that were slightly clenched out of nerve, "yeah, that sounds nice."

"yeah?" he asked, suddenly shy, the light tint of pink spreading down his neck

"yeah." she looked at him, giving a slight nod and a small smile

"yean, no," his smile brightened and widened as he looked down at her, beginning to mount his broom to return it, "that's really cool. um, i'll see you for that date then."

"adrian, we have a few classes before the next trip."

"right, no you're right, i will see you then."

and with that he took off

you're a sore loser but let me win all the time

"ah would you look at that," with his chest puffed, and his grin gleeful, mischief lurking beneath his irises, as he placed a 'pick up 4' card on the table that rested between them, "read 'em and weep."

y/n could only huff and pout, albeit a bit exaggerated, as she reached to pick up an extra 4 cards to add to her (at this point) overflowing deck

"first of all, this isn't poker," she began as she started to sort her new cards into the colour coded system she had, "second, that's just rude."

"wow, love i'm wounded," he smirked as he looked up at y/n who was still deciding on which card to play, "how ever will i continue to live, knowing that you think i'm rude."

placing a red 3, y/n looked up to adrian, waiting for his turn, in which he had placed a 'skip' card and then a green 5

with her eyes quite visibly lighting up, y/n placed a green, yellow and red 5 before turning to adrian again

he had placed 2 'pick up 2's smiling mischievously, only for y/n to place another 'pick up 2'

and the smile was wiped off his face, and instead placed on hers as she cheered

picking up the extra 6 cards, he turned as he heard 'uno' to see that she had placed a 'pick up 4' card and held one card left, his jaw dropping, as he returned to the decreasing pile

having placed a colour changing card, she was able to place her final card, winning the game

"you- i- what?" he was flabbergasted, pouting in his loss, though the warmth in his chest said otherwise as he watched his girl cheer in victory, "i think you cheated and therefore i want a rematch."

"or you can accept that i'm just better and we play mario kart instead so i can kick your ass again."

"you're on."

so when someone asks why i love you so

i know my reason why

why the stars now reside in my eyes

what did y/n love about adrian?

well if you were to ask her, her list would be endless

so let's start here

the two had met during their first charms lesson, befriending each other quickly, to the surprise of others. i mean, how many times do you see a slytherin and hufflepuff interacting positively, let alone hanging out and enjoying it

the girl was was the epitome of sunshine and friendliness whilst the boy was the epitome of politeness and manners, and so their dynamics fit well

as second year approached, the two found themselves befriending others, and hung out less and less, though they vowed to remain close friends

then came third year and the match between gryffindor and slytherin, slytherin's win, and y/n and adrian's first date

during the hogsmeade trip, the pair had gone to the three broomsticks, reacquainting themselves with each other after the year apart. it was crazy just how much you could forget about someone when you spend less and less time with them

through that, upon entering honey dukes, adrian had purchased y/n's favourite treat, handing it to her as he dropped her off to the hufflepuff common room, leaving a departing kiss on her forehead before heading off

1995

"you know i love you right?" she asked as he held her, stargazing from atop the astromy tower, one last time, "like, i'm utterly in love with you, it's not even funny."

"of course it wouldn't be funny, love," adrian chuckled, in disbelief, "why would loving someone be funny?"

"it's.. a saying." she sighed as she turned away from him, leaning on the railing

"well i do know that you love me," he whispered, wrapping his arms around her waist, resting his chin atop her head, "but i know that i love you more."

"you think?" she whispered back

"i know." and with a final kiss to her temple, they gazed out as night fell over hogwarts, for the last time

you make me feel like i'm alright

i could stay tucked in your arms all day and fall asleep in them at night

and as long as the world goes around the sun to its steady demise

her grounding. her happy place. her best friend and other half. her comfort

all the worries she held never mattered when he was around

the warmth of his arms as they enclose around her were all too enticing, inviting to rest in his arms until the world meet its end

"we don't have anything too important to do today right?" y/n inquired, voice muffled, "i dont want to move. i could stay here all day if you'd let me."

"well, you know," adrian chuckled as he could smell the light scent of her shampoo, "auror training. not too important."

"nah, we can stay here," she then turned to stare into his eyes, a small pout etching onto her face, "please can we stay here?"

"yeah we can stay here." pecking her nose and the apple of her cheek

i'll be with you

by your side, it's true

and you'll smile back at me

2001

the salty breeze of the small beach hit y/n's face softly, the white dress she wore gently dancing with the wind, smile gracing her face as she lovingly gazed at adrian, whom stood across from her

"do you, y/n y/m/n y/l/n, take adrian pucey, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day onward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish until death do you part?"

"i do."

slipping her hand into his, grazing it slightly, she brought up her other hand to wipe the tear that had begun to cascade down adrian’s cheek

"and do you, adrian edmund pucey, take y/n y/l/n, to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day onward, for better or for worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health, to love and to cherish until death do you part?"

"i do."

"as we gather here, family and friends, we watch on as their love story progresses onto the next chapter. a chapter that started once the words 'i do' were spoken. you will cherish this bond as it only belongs to you. start each day with gratitude and compassion and unconditional love will follow. believe in each other; support each other's dreams. with each passing year, you will grow closer together, draw strength together and two shall become one. you will be blessed with the greatest happiness of all. to love and to be loved. by the power invested in me, i now announce you, husband and wife. you may kiss your bride."

cheers erupted, tears fell, smiles widened and eye brightened

"from this day forward, i announce the newly wedded, mr and mrs pucey."

with hands held high, interlaced and intertwined, they gazed into each others eyes, for the first time as a married couple

and y/n gazed into adrian’s brown eyes. the ones she always knew

with those brown eyes the ones

i always knew

was it noticeable that i struggled with the last part.. i definitely didn't take it from an image i found online..

ANYWAY

finally done so.. im ready to hit the sack after a long day of school and finally finishing this fic

MY LOVES

@lilyswh0re @loverssfevers @limerenze

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