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elegantduelliste · 2 months

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Hearth

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The bard’s musical fingers trellised through his wavy locks as his pecks turned into suckles down the length of her velvety neck. “And, how would you like me to keep you warm?” She asked in a seductive tone.

“Hmm, I can think of a few ways.” The vibrations of his throat when he spoke diffused across her skin and she felt a drop of heat hit her core.

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Astarion and Tav have been traveling on the road when they decide to rest at an inn.

Can they both keep each other warm for the night?

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Ao3

Pairing: Astarion x female bard Tav

CW: Fluff, Smut, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Sexual Language, Dirty Talk, Consensual Kink, Cock-warming, Post Netherbrain defeat.

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It wasn’t that Tav minded waking up with Astarion’s cock still stuffed inside of her, but instead, it was blatantly clear the effect it had during their reverie by the mess secreting out of her cunt.

She gasped when he twitched inside of her—presumably a reflex his body committed to memory when her tightness suffocated his shaft. Her clit was throbbing: destitute and hungry for pleasurable relief.

It reminded her exactly how she winded up in her starved predicament.

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The midsummer in Flamerule typically brought a heat that was sweet and tingling upon the skin, but the day had—against all odds—dropped to a temperature that rivaled the early winter months. It had been the rolling storms sweeping like an avalanche down the mountains of Cormyr that prompted the lovers to scout for shelter at a quaint inn off the High Road.

Despite the setback, their destination remained clear: to visit Tav’s family in Highmoon.

Their rented room had been well-used over the years, smelling vaguely of wine bottles and charred wood smoke out of the fireplace. A matching set of walnut chairs and table sat in one corner, while a chamberpot—that was fortunately recently cleaned—had been isolated off behind a privacy screen.

“Not what I would call luxury, but at least it has a bed,” Astarion grumbled, locking the room behind them.

Discarding her clothes as soon as they walked in for the comfort of her thin cotton shift, Tav gave their temporary abode a quick glance over. “Honey, we’ve stayed in far worse conditions. Don’t you remember some of those nights in the Underdark? This is luxury in comparison to that.”

He scrunched his nose up at her. “Hells below, don’t remind me! I swear I stunk of mold and festering waters for well over a week once we left.”

She warmly smiled at him, remembering their past adventures together. The Underdark brought back a lot of memories. Hardships. Bonds. Choices. Moreover, the beats that started to bring her and Astarion together. Minute gestures that belatedly morphed into something real.

Tav shuddered, causing her to recall why she hastily removed her clothing in the first place. She climbed into bed, pulling a heavy quilt well over her head.

“Love, what ever are you doing?” Astarion chuckled, unbuttoning his shirt.

“My nose is cold,” she muffled under the coverings. She funneled her hand to blow hot air into it before cupping it over her nostrils.

The blanket lifted enough on the empty side of the bed to let in a gust of chilled air. Tav tugged playfully at the quilt, trying to pull it out of his strong grasp. “You scoundrel! Hurry and join me under here, else I send you away without so much as a kiss.”

Kissing had taken on an entirely new meaning once they officially began their relationship, what seemed like so long ago. The first time they kissed—on a night much like the one in their present—had been only using lips due to Astarion keeping their companionship at a distance for his own selfish plans.

Now, however, kissing was how they started and ended their days. Kissing nurtured their cherished promises of devotion. Kissing meant eternal love traversing all the stars in the galaxies with all roads leading back into each other’s arms.

And they both couldn’t get enough.

Letting the blanket fall, the vampire humored his bard. “Is that so? You know, I was just thinking about how enjoyable it would be to stay up and finish the last few chapters of my book.”

Tav scooted her body closer to the edge of the mattress where he stood. Her hand reached out from under the blanket and yanked at his trousers like a child holding onto the hem of their guardian’s shirt. “Wait. Is it too late to change my mind?”

Astarion deftly folded back the quilt, enough for his eyes to find her rosy lips pushed forward into a pout. She decided to put on more of a show for him by fiddling with her messy plait, begging with her wide eyes. And like she predicted, a faint hunger passed through his scarlet gaze when she upped the ante, sticking out a sliver of pink tongue to wet her bottom lip.

A guttural lament rose from his throat that he tried to swallow. Surely, his prick had jerked by now as he urgently watched her trace her vermillion in careful sweeps.

Oh, how she loved weaponizing her lips against the vampire spawn. During a particularly passionate night, when he drove into her over a writing desk, he confessed to her all the ways he loved having her lips on him. Sucking his tongue. Fondling his ears. Dragging down his abdomen. Wrapped around his cock.

Languidly, he unlaced his pants, gifting her with a groan that she realized was him alleviating his hardness from its concealment. The lantern they had lit earlier, illuminated the small room with a somber glow and Tav was able to admire the precum already weeping from his cock as he shimmied the rest of his clothing down his lean thighs. She could almost hear her own self begging to suck on it inside her mind.

The bed dipped, creaking under his weight, as Astarion climbed in next to her. He turned onto his side, balancing his head on his arm, and wiggled closer to his lover.

She blushed when he pinned his body to hers, his hard length wantonly searching for friction rubbing on her outer thigh. Fluid from his excitement, dampened through her flimsy shift creating a trail of slick on her skin.

Bringing a hand to her face, he swept ashy brown strands of hair away. “How could I ever say no to you,” he said brushing his pale lips against hers.

And then, while he had her distracted, he fucking entwined his nearly frozen feet with hers.

Tav squirmed, pawing at his arms that now held her secured to the bed. “ASTARION! Oh my gods! Get those away from me,” she giggled loudly.

“Only following suit, darling. I’m also trying to get warm,” he regarded with a toothy smirk, half pushing his body into hers to cool her body even more with his temperature.

How she adored these intimate moments between them. The safety Astarion felt with her to experience long wishful happiness for the first time in his undeath. Tav’s vulnerability, like a flower forged in glass, she entrusted to him. Deciding to travel through the other’s besmirched moors to fight for forward movement.

Tav writhed and giggled. Giggled and writhed until his hand found her waist and he drew a circle through her shift with his pads to soothe her.

When Astarion’s lips pecked her neck, the giggles further slowed. Delightfully, did she hum for him, curled lashes fluttering in his balm. “Mmm, what are you up to my love?”

Lithe fingers ran up her sides, rising her shift higher on her thighs. “Mayhaps, I’d like to keep warm too.”

“Hmm, I can think of a few ways.” The vibrations of his throat when he spoke diffused across her skin and she felt a drop of heat hit her core.

Gliding his digits down to her thighs, he ascended his touch under the fabric of her nightclothes, raising, raising, raising until he outlined the hem of her smalls. Her breath caught, praying to the gods that his fingers would seek sanctum between her folds. Those needed to be heated too, didn’t they?

She tugged at his hair, a whispering of words filling the room. “‘Starion, please kiss me.”

Taking her request to heart, Astarion hovered his lips over her own as his fingers slithered around her lower stomach above the band of her underwear.

“I had thought about your mouth warming me,” he disclosed, melting his lips onto hers. “But,” he began again, sliding his tongue into her parted lips to breeze along hers with a single swipe. “I was wondering if instead—,” he paused, finally breaking his ministrations to trail his index finger under her smalls down a straight line to her damp clit. “After I take you, could I warm my cock inside your slit?

Tav’s eyes rolled back as he kneaded her nub in lazy circles. She removed her hold from the back of his hand, to eagerly palm his hard shaft. He growled into her mouth, impishly grinding his cock upon the bliss of her hand.

“Yes, please. If that’s what you want, then I want that too,” she keened, sweetly kissing the corner of his plush lips.

Consent had become part of the foundation in their sexual intimacy. It involved an incredible amount of trust that evolved over time. And it only seemed to entice their passion to become one of increased yearning and ravening they uniquely shared for the other. How far they had both come in their relationship filled Tav’s soul with a strange sensation of mirth she had never experienced with a man before.

She loved him so very dearly; And she was the complication he never expected to fall in love with.

“On your side, songbird,” the vampire grinned, withdrawing his hand from her cunt.

Nearly groaning from the absence of his touch, she nodded. Temporarily, the notion to ignore his instructions in favor of acting as a brat—another game they liked to sometimes play—crossed her mind, but the thought of being a good girl and being rewarded with his tongue flicking her clit for her compliance, won out.

Shifting her weight onto her side, she bent up her knees to slide her underwear down her legs, kicking them somewhere into the void at the bottom of the mattress.

Astarion swathed an arm around her middle to drag her to him, his entire muscularly slender body pressed against her backside. Gently, he picked up her plait to lay it over her shoulder, allowing him to have access to his favorite areas on her neck. She moaned when his tongue licked a stripe up her protruding vein, a baby blue treat filled with crimson rivulets made to curb his appetite.

“May I?”

Tav flushed knowing that if he bit her, it would accelerate the deluge of juices that had already been flooding her sex. He knew it too—of course. “You may,” she replied, panting.

“Ah, but first,” Astarion ebbed, leaning his mouth away from her. He grabbed a handful of the cotton adorning her body and whisked it upwards until he could view the nakedness of her buttocks. “I have been aching to be inside of you.”

He tenderly caressed the roundness of her ass, every so often squeezing a chunk of soft flesh. The bard purposely bumped against his prick with each compress, teasing him to tunnel his stiffness into her. After they were both thoroughly teased, he patted the outside of her thigh, signaling for her to lift her leg. She elevated it at an angle, enough for him to enter her from behind. And, fortunate for her lover, her thirsting hole was already covered in her need for him.

Astarion ensnared his cock in a firm grip and led it to her entrance. Tav peered back at him, smiling lovingly that she was beyond ready to receive him. Gripping her hip, he bucked himself into her once, twice, a third time until he was properly seated. They both sang out loudly in unison, expressing the ecstasy of their connection.

Oh, how she stretched for him while his crown started to push into her torrid lust. Her walls tightened greedily around him as she felt his foreskin retracting, allowing her to massage her tautness over his tip.

“I will never…fuck...tire of how tight you are,” he shamelessly admitted, his cock quivering between her lips.

“And I’ll never tire of you…taking me how you want.”

Tav slightly closed her legs to keep him nestled inside of her for the duration of their coupling. As he began to plunge into her, she untied the top of her shift to free her large chest. She clasped his hand, prying it to settle over an already erect nipple. He chuckled softly behind her at her eagerness.

He pinched her rosy bud, giving it a firm roll betwixt his expert pads. She cried out as he pinched her, the pain an all-consuming euphoria. “You are so very sensitive. Couldn’t wait for me to touch these, could you?”

The sounds of him pounding up against her ass as he pulled his cock all the way out, only to impale himself into her in one full thrust, filled the room over and over again.

“I couldn’t wait,” she yelped. “Actually, I—”

“You what, love? Don’t be coy.”

“I’ve been fantasizing about you fucking my tits,” Tav murmured shyly, her décolletage burning with a pinkish hue reserved for fresh blooms.

His Adam's apple bobbed next to her neck as he swallowed hard. “You tempting nymph. Had I not already decided to take you like this, my cock would have already came all over those luscious breasts you want me in between. But, for now,” Astarion asserted, nipping at the helix of her ear. “I’m going to fuck you until you scream my name.”

She loved it when he took control of her like this; it filled her heart with joy watching him progress in taking his sexuality back. He had a choice for his wants and needs for the first time in over two centuries and she was there to help him along the way. Their communication around the subject had been wrought with many hard conversations and pathways of neverending brambles they were forced to step upon, but it became clear that their patience was well worth the wait.

Just the sensation of him burrowing his rigid length inches into her cunt was enough for her. The feeling of his unwavering plunges into her over and over again caused her heart to rend. She pushed back into him with every thrust, causing him to fill her deeper.

Then, two familiar fangs seduced along her neckline ready to open her wide. Astarion nuzzled the satiny skin below her earlobe, desiring her flesh to rip apart. The compulsion in his throat howled to be covered in crimson and he finally sank his teeth into her.

Tav contracted around his prick, a scream of his name resounding out like a chorus. “Astarion! Astarion, don’t stop.”

As he supped from her, he graciously took mouthfuls of her blood, fondling the gaping wounds with the tip of his tongue. She heaved, tensing further around him the longer he fed. Licking at cuts he made, he sucked up the tides of blood streaming down the back of her neck before she tapped on him twice for him to stop.

He balled her hair around his fist pulling her head backwards. Removing his mouth from his dark urges for her, he forcefully groaned. “Gods, love. Stop clenching so hard or I’m not going to last.”

“I can’t help it,” she breathed out in her delirium. “I want you to cum in me. Please cum inside of me, ‘Star.”

Tav arched her back into him, twisting the upper portion of her body towards him. She observed the shades of pink that now glowed on his cheeks and ears caused by the blood coursing through his body. Her blood.

Astarion leaned down to kiss her, as his flexible hips met her back end. The bard wreathed her arm around to his head of beautifully kept curls that shook with each buck. She held him there, staring into his garnet orbs whilst she continued scrambling to cry out his name.

I love you. Her eyes said.

I love you too. His responded.

The pace of his propels quickened and a cocktail of both their arousals was starting to leak, covering her inner thighs.

“Darling, I’m going to—”

“Cum for me, my love.”

Tav bounced herself off his cock, coaxing him to finish. He gripped her hip, hurriedly colliding himself into her decadent slit. She cooed encouragement on his lips, praising him for how good he made her feel. And then he was grunting, cursing, and shooting thick sticky ropes into her blistering want. Reflexively, his length convulsed until his orgasm calmed and he remained snuggled half-erect within her.

Cock still buried, he pressed down on her leg to completely shut it. The rasping of him being enveloped even more in her narrow wet creaminess, caused him to wince. He meant what he said earlier, he was going to warm his cock and it would last throughout the rest of their reverie.

“Mmm. That was nice. All warmed up now?” Tav managed through the sputtering of her pulsating heart that was starting to slow.

Astarion cradled her cheek, ushering them into a long sensual kiss. “I am. Now, let us rest. I’ll be here when you wake.”

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leclercstarrs · 10 months

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family dinner, rick grimes.

summary: in which you and rick have your first family dinner in a while after arriving at alexandria!

warnings: lori doesn’t exist and reader is pretty much her alive replacement aka carl and judith’s mom instead! not yet proof read!

notes: no hate to lori tho sorry lmfao! also im so tried atm so this is probably really bad but mwahh goodnight cuties!

“Ooh, smells good.” Rick walks into the kitchen of, possibly, your new home. You look up from the pot of spaghetti your hovering over, your eyes slightly widening at the sight of him. He’s no longer covered in dirt, he looks clean. His beard is completely shaved off, you’re finally able to see his entire face.

“Woah, I can’t remember the last time I saw you without the beard.” You laugh, Rick rolling his eyes and walking towards you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. You smile, “Okay, dinner’s ready. Can you call Carl while I get Judith?” You add. “Sure.” He walks away momentarily while you get Judith into her high chair, another thing you’re relieved to now have. “Carl! Dinner’s ready.” Your husband yells from the end of the stairs, as your son’s in his new room.

“I haven’t had a real, home cooked dinner in forever.” Carl grins, twirling more of the pasta onto his fork and eating it. “None of us have.” You reply. “This is really good, look, I think Judith likes it.” Rick compliments you, gesturing to your daughter who’s currently hand feeding herself cut up pieces of the spaghetti and meatballs, earning laughs from everyone at the table, Judith looks at the three of you with curiosity. You take a sip of wine from the glass, making sure to let the taste linger on your taste buds, considering you haven’t had wine since your stay at the CDC. You’re happy that you and your family finally have a safe place to stay, but rightfully so, both you and your husband are on edge about this place.

“Thanks for dinner, love you guys.” Carl places his dishes in the sink as you continue washing Judith’s dish. “Love ya.” You and Rick reply at the same time, watching as Carl walks away, going upstairs to his bed. “So.” Rick suddenly looks serious, “Do we trust this place?” He sighs. “I don’t know, I mean, Judith and Carl have warm and safe beds, finally.” You place the dish down in the sink, pausing for a second. “We don’t that, we don’t know these people. (Y/N), this is all temporary, I wish it wasn’t, but it is. Everything is temporary.” Your husband whispers, attempting to not wake up the kids. “Temporary is good enough for right now, hm? It’s safe in the meantime. Lets live in the present, give Deanna and this community a chance. There’s gotta be some good people left, baby.” You dry off your hands with a cloth, walking towards him and sliding your hands around his waist, trying to comfort him.

“If that’s what you think, then..” He pauses, clearly still feeling uneasy. “Your right.” Rick nods. “I always am.” You joke, trying to make him feel better. “Hmm, are you now?” He laughs, shaking his head slightly, “Yup.” You pull him in for a quick kiss before pulling back. “Not tonight, I need my beauty sleep, I finally have a bed!” You cheer, running away from him and upstairs, simply excited to get a good sleep. “Wait for me.” He says, following you towards your shared bedroom.

Even if this is temporary, it’s something. Something safe for your family.

#pretend babies can eat pasta at this age #idk?? can they?? sorry i have no knowledge on kids #like if it’s cut up?#no lori hate smh.#x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes x you #rick grimes x y/n #rick grimes #twd #the walking dead #the walking dead x you #the walking dead x y/n #the walking dead x reader #twd x reader #twd x you #twd x y/n

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catreginae · 7 months

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Me, whenever you offer a morsel of your fanfiction: It is I, a humble peasant, can you please spare me some good food for me and my family? We are in need of your good works.

Here you go! A snippet I don't know what to do with! This was written with "overworked/exhaustion" as a prompt and also writing for the "modern" TSNF (in the future with no Ganondorf but also in the past?). TW: Warriors practising bloodletting on himself.

It was the first time in a long time that Link felt truly exhausted. He was used to sleeping a lot more these days, but even when he was jumping through portals and fighting alongside with people he regarded as brothers, he was still sleeping at least a little bit every night.

At it was currently, he was on his third night of no sleep. Even if Ash was stable, he was too anxious to even sleep. He never turned anyone before. He wasn’t sure if his method was even viable but biting her might result in her death instead of actually saving her. She would die anyway if he did nothing but if he watched her carefully, she would have a second chance at life. If she lived, all of the work and sleepless nights would be worth it.

Link dipped his bowl into a basin of water and scrubbed at it with a clean rag gently to remove the dried blood from the previous session. Once he was satisfied, he retrieved a little brass box, cocked the lever, then turned it upside down and pressed the side with a dozen small lines against his arm. He pressed the button on the side and hissed as the little box did its job of making a dozen small incisions in his arm.

He wasn’t completely sold on the medical benefits of bloodletting but at least the tools were useful for the extremely niche purpose he needed it for. He gently put the box down, turned his arm over the bowl, and watched his blood fill the bowl for a whole thirty seconds before his regeneration kicked in and Link had to squeeze his arm to get a little bit more blood out before the injuries healed enough to stop the bleeding entirely.

At least it was more blood than he got yesterday.

He brought the bowl into her room, walking carefully so he didn’t waste a drop of his blood. If Link felt tired, he couldn’t imagine how Ash felt. If she wasn’t busy coughing up a lung, she was trying her best to sleep for however long she could, which was never more than a couple of hours before her illness woke her up.

“I have more blood,” he muttered as he walked inside and set the bowl down on the night stand. He shifted her to a sitting position, as she was too weak to do so herself, tilted her head back, and when he was satisfied, he retrieved the bowl and slowly tipped the blood into her throat.

Much to his surprise, she drank all of it. That was already better than yesterday where drinking half the bowl made her gag. Maybe feeding her his blood was working after all.

She slumped back into her pillows. “That was... not bad,” she mumbled as her eyes dropped.

“Just try to get some sleep. I’ll be back later with some more blood.”

Ash said nothing, as expected. She was already asleep. Her face seemed a bit more relaxed but maybe that was just his wishful thinking. He pulled her blankets up and tucked them in around her thin body, then stumbled his way back into his temporary bedroom. He collapsed into the chair, even though the bed looked pretty tempting. He didn’t dare fall asleep yet. He would sleep when Ash was better.

So, fun fact! Warriors is using a scarificator on himself and it's purpose was bloodletting. I can't imagine it's easy to clean though.

#catreginae: thou shalt not die #ask #anon

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princesslink25 · 2 years

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Otasune Week- Day 7

Free Day/Jupiter

It’s a relief to finally move into their new house. Returning to David’s canon had been nice, but the cabin was far too small for the three of them. And without the dogs, the house felt strangely empty. But it was always meant to be temporary- just until they found a permanent home.

Dave stops just before entering.

“What’s up?” Hal asks him.

“Shouldn’t I carry you in?” David asks.

Hal sighs. “I’d rather not.”

Sunny claps, delighted. “Do it!”

Hal sighs again.

“Why doesn’t he carry you in?” he asks her.

Sunny frowns. “I-is that allowed?”

“Yup,” Dave says, and scoops her up.

She giggles and kisses his cheek.

They go inside. The house has seen better days, but that was exactly what they’d wanted. Dave had wanted a place they could fix up.

Hal smiles at Sunny as he finishes setting up her bed. She scrambles into it and wraps herself up in blankets, clutching a stuffed animal.

“W-where’s Papa?” she demands.

“Showering,” Hal says. “He’s all stinky.”

Sunny giggles. “Are y-you gonna shower too?”

“Are you calling me stinky?” Hal asks, pretending to be offended.

Sunny giggles again. Hal lays down next to her and tucks her hair behind her ear.

“Are you excited to sleep by yourself?” he asks.

It sounds pretty terrible, but her entire life, she’s slept either with Hal and Dave, or in her hammock on the Nomad. She’s never complained, but Hal still feels bad.

Sunny shrugs.

“Me and Papa are gonna be right downstairs, okay?” Hal reminds her.

She nods. Dave comes in, hair still wet from the shower. He smiles at Hal and Sunny.

“Ready for bed?” he asks Sunny.

She nods, yawning, and holds her arms out to hug Dave. Hal kisses her forehead and gets up. Dave hugs Sunny.

“‘Night, Sunshine,”he says.

“Goodnight Daddy. Goodnight Papa,” Sunny says. “L-love you.”

“Love you too,” Hal and Dave say.

They turn off the light and leave the room. They go downstairs to their makeshift bed, a pile of blankets on the carpet.

“My back hurts already,” Dave complains.

“Shut it Grampa,” Hal says, poking him. “You can go sleep with Sunny.”

Dave snorts.

“We should make a blanket fort,” Hal says.

“Why?” Dave asks.

Hal shrugs. “C’mon. It’ll be fun.”

Fine. Whatever,” Dave says. “You’re lucky I love you.”

Hal smiles and kisses him.

They gather the few blankets that aren’t already on the floor or being used by Sunny and all their chairs. They drape the blankets over the chairs and crawl underneath and into the blanket pile.

“Do we need a flashlight? I feel like we need a flashlight,” Hal says.

Dave snorts.

“Shut it,” Hal says, lightly smacking his arm.

He grabs his phone and turns on the flashlight. Dave’s laughing and shaking his head.

“What?” Hal asks him.

“Nothin’,” Dave says. “‘S just- this isn’t how I expected my life to go.”

“You didn’t expect to be building blanket forts in your forties?” Hal asks.

“Shut up, I’m serious,” Dave says. “But yeah, I guess. I’ve never built a blanket fort before.”

“That’s kinda depressing,” Hal says.

“‘Depressing’ pretty much sums up my entire childhood,” Dave says drily. “You should know that by now.” Then he gets serious. “But it’s… more than that. It’s all of it. You, Sunny, this house- just all of it. I mean, I really always thought I’d end up dead before I was thirty.”

He sighs. Hal turns off his phone flashlight and lays next to him. He turns to face Hal and runs a hand through his hair.

“I’m- happy,” he says, his voice breaking. “I’m so fucking happy. I’m alive. I have- I have a family.”

He pulls Hal closer and kisses him deeply. Hal cups Dave’s scarred cheek, even after Dave pulls away just enough to press their foreheads together.

“I love you so much,” Dave murmurs. “You saved my life, Hal. I fell in love with you, and I didn’t want to die anymore.”

“P-please don’t start crying,” Hal says, trying, and absolutely failing, to keep his tone light. “I-I don’t think I can handle it.”

Dave laughs weakly. “I’ll try not to.”

There’s no space between their bodies. Once, that would’ve made Hal nervous, but now…

Dave is his home. He has been for years. Hal should’ve realized earlier.

“When- when you were- when we thought you were gonna d-die,” Hal says carefully, trying to keep himself from crying. “I-I couldn’t stop thinking, ‘What- what am I gonna do when- when the love of my life is g-gone?’ And I-” he sniffs and rubs his nose. “And I-I hated myself for it. You were- you were dying and all I could think about was- was how it would affect me. But I-I didn’t know how- how I could keep living with-without you.”

He squeezes his eyes shut to stop himself from crying. Dave makes a small sound and kisses Hal again.

“It’s okay,” he says. “I’m not going anywhere. I swear.”

Hal nods. “I know.”

Dave laughs softly. “We made it.”

“Hm?”

“Jupiter.”

Hal giggles. “Are you saying this is Jupiter?”

“Yeah,” Dave nods.

Hal bursts into laughter. “You are such a dork.”

Dave sighs exaggeratedly. “I love you, Hal.”

“Love you too,” Hal says. “Even though you’re a dork.”

Dave throws a balled-up blanket onto his head.

#otasune week 22

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livingdmd · 2 years

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Flight

Flying as a person with Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy (DMD) is an arduous experience. Because of my diagnosis, I need a wheelchair to move around. I prefer a powered one, because, due to my weak muscles, I can’t push a manual wheelchair. Power wheelchairs are very expensive ($40,000 to $80,000) and also do not fit in the cabin on an airplane. What this means is that, if you want to bring a powered wheelchair on a flight, it will be placed in the cargo hold with the rest of the luggage. Boarding before the rest of the passengers, I first have to take my wheelchair down to the bottom of the jet bridge where it will be gate checked. Here I am required to transfer to what is called an “aisle chair”. This “aisle chair” is basically a super skinny wheelchair with a hard seat that can fit in the small aisles in an airplane. I am then strapped in to this chair with a series of straps, so I can be brought through the aisles without bumping my arms, legs, and torso into the seats. Once I reach the row where I will be seated, I am then transferred over from the aisle chair to the seat. This entire process is tiring, time consuming, and leaves me feeling robbed of part of my dignity as a person. When I arrive at the destination, I am always the last off the airplane. I have to wait for everyone else to exit the plane before the reverse process can begin, where I transfer back into the aisle chair and am taken off the plane. Then, at the bottom of the jet bridge, I transfer to my powered wheelchair. This is what it looks like when everything goes smoothly. However, as we all know, not everything goes according to plan. Sometimes the aisle chair isn’t at the bottom of the jet bridge and I have to wait for them to find one and bring it over. Sometimes you have to deplane and repeat the process because of a minor maintenance issue. Sometimes when a person with DMD arrives, they find that their powered wheelchair has been damaged beyond repair, due to rough handling while being loaded on the plane. Reading this, your first thought might be about the cost. Thankfully, the airline is most often required to pay for the replacement chair. Now you might think that would be the end of it. However, it can take 6 months to a year get a new chair through this process. Meanwhile, the person with DMD is required to find another wheelchair to use in the meantime. This is not paid for by the airline. Families and individuals with DMD often have to rent a temporary manual or small powered wheelchair. This often robs the individual of much of their independence for the time they are waiting to get a new chair. People who need to use powered wheelchairs often avoid flight entirely because of the relatively high chance of this happening. Many, like myself opt for cheaper travel chairs that are far less comfortable, but aren’t as much of a loss when broken. All of this could be simply remedied by changing a few simple things on an airplane. The first of these would be widening the entry doors and expanding the galley area to fit powered wheelchairs. Secondly, airplanes could have several seats near the front of the plane removed. The system used to secure the airplane seats in place, is the same system often used to tie down a powered wheelchair, so it would be simple to secure the chair. Lastly, providing some kind of access to a bigger bathroom, that could allow an individual with DMD to use the lavatory if required. The biggest reason this hasn’t been done is that airlines want to pack as many people as they can on each plane, and this would require that airlines remove several ticketed seats from every flight. So in the end it comes down to money. This is only part of the many inconveniences I face when flying. The trip through security is almost always troublesome. Wheelchairs can’t go through the scanners, so this means that every time I fly the TSA subjects me to a security pat down. This is demeaning and often requires that the I be shifted around uncomfortably in my seat to accommodate the TSA employee. Once I get through security, I have to take a moment to recollect myself and my things and then make a carefully timed trip to the bathroom. I can’t use the in flight lavatory, because it is not accessible for me by any means. If I need to urinate on a plane, I have to use a portable urinal. This is extremely awkward in a public setting. If I need to do anything else, I’m shit out of luck. I have a flight day routine that I follow to avoid this on flights longer than 1 hour. Starting from the night before, I simply don’t drink any liquids until after the plane lands! Simple, right? This is definitely not healthy, but I really don’t want to have to go on the plane. Once I’m past security, I carefully watch the time so I can be sure to use the restroom as close to boarding as possible. By this time I am definitely dehydrated, but I get on the plane and pray I don’t need to use the restroom. I spend part of the flight worrying that drinking water in flight will prompt me to use the restroom, but I often drink it anyways because I know I need water to live. Depending on the source, delays can throw a very large wrench into all of this. If we have to deplane and reboard, I often don’t have time to go to the restroom again. Recently I spent 3 hours waiting around completely unsure if I could use the bathroom again before we took off. The first plane I got on ended up having a broken AC, so after waiting on the tarmac for an hour, we had to deplane. This meant I would have to repeat the entire boarding process, but I’d have no idea when we would board the next flight! This meant I could either use the restroom and risk missing the start of boarding or continue to wait. If I missed the start of boarding, this would require that I board the plane last. You might think that’s not a big deal, but it is for me since I then have to be dragged down the aisle like a piece of luggage in front of everyone and be stared at while I transfer to my seat. So I just had to hope that the added 3 hours wouldn’t result in me needing to use the restroom on the plane. Flying is a massive pain, but driving several days to get anywhere is too. I just hope that I eventually see a day where I can take my chair into the airplane cabin and that current advocacy efforts to make that a reality succeed.

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the antarctic idiots [pt.1] - c! technoblade

summary; in which two anarchist piglins adopt an ender boy.

genre; child! ranboo, piglin hybrid! reader, slight canon divergence from dream smp, fluff, found family au is my shit, reader is now ranboo’s parent i don’t make the rules, techno is a grumpy father but it’s okay you love him, realistic minecraft? (idk how to describe it-)

pairing; c! technoblade x reader, platonic! ranboo x reader

word count; 1.5k

a/n; fuck it, it is here now. here’s the techno x reader you fucking simps. i can’t even be mad bc i too am a simp for the anarchist pig that is technoblade.

i hope this is somewhat up to par with everyone’s expectations since i hyped this up so much. this is one of the few writings that i actually like so- i couldn’t resist waiting so long to post it AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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now you never really expected to find yourself on a side of history that was deemed "the villain's side", especially when the villain wasn't even that bad.

okay, that's a bit of a lie. this piglin man blew up an entire country to end government. plus he has evaded his taxes. i mean the list goes on but that's not the entire point here.

the point is, you found yourself actually being friends (even going as far as housemates) with the so-called evil anarchist.

now we might be moving too fast here, so let's move it back a little bit.

"so you want me to join pogtopia?" you looked up, shutting the book in your hand as you leaned back on your chair. "and what would i get in return exactly?"

"...our friendship won't die?" the voice of wilbur soot rings in your quiet home, unsure and nervous at your stern aura and words.

"why can't you just help us?!" tommy flared up, nearly throwing a fit if not for his older brother holding him back.

"just because i am your friend, does not mean i am interested in fighting for your conflicts." you place the book on the small side table, adjusting your gloves while you explain yourself to the two boys, "i'm not saying i'm a pacifist, but i'm not here to fight. i live far away for a reason. i told you this before."

"can i call in that favor then?" wilbur asked. "you still owe me one." you huffed at his words. you saw this coming.

"you're lucky i'm a nice person most of the time." you sighed, standing up and nearly towering over the two boys if not for wilbur being a bit taller than you. "i will get my stuff packed, and then we can get to your pogtopia. but while i do that, please explain the whole situation." since you lived so far away from society, you didn't know too much about what was happening unless wilbur told you about it and wilbur never really talked to you too often.

"well, you know how we had l'manburg.." and then he starts to explain how that completely backfired on them because they lost the election and now they lost their country. "and now we want to fight back for l'manburg." wilbur finishes explaining as you put your old netherite sword in its sheath that hung on your waist. "we just need your help. are you willing to train us?"

"it's not like i have much of a choice since you're cashing in that favor." you pointed out. "i better not be staying for too long."

"i can't make any promises about that." you sighed. "you ready?"

"unfortunately." it was time to leave your home and face violence once again.

"if it makes you feel any better, you're not the only person we've asked to help us." tommy says in an attempt to get you out of your bitter mood.

"that made me feel worse, tommy. i think you guys would've been fine without me if you have another person helping you other than tubbo." you slung your bag over your shoulder. "but if you really insist on getting the help of me, then who am i to judge?"

"since it seems like you're ready now, let's go to pogtopia!" tommy said, ignoring most of your words of complaints as he starts to drag you by the arm towards the dream smp. "it's quite the walk from here. why do you live so far from everyone? don't you get lonely? why didn't you join l'manburg with me and will?"

"slow down with the questions, tommy. first of all, i've told you and wilbur why i live far away, you did not listen though." you pressed a finger on his forehead, earning a huff of annoyance from the blonde. you moved your hand back to your side. "i simply do not like people. also why get pulled into conflict that you never were apart of to begin with? but that's pretty hypocritical of me to say now."

"i get that you're not fond of people, but aren't you lonely out here?" you three walked into the portal that would take you right into the nether. the sounds of bubbling lava and squealing pigmen was always an oddly comforting sound to hear.

"i'm perfectly content in my house. even if it's very far from others. i'm happy." you answered though your words sounded so... monotonous. tommy gave you a look, he definitely didn't believe you. "i know i don't sound happy but i am." before you knew it, you made it to the other nether portal which would actually take you to the manburg and pogtopia. oh how you didn't miss this place at all.

you never liked how manburg was ran even before shlatt was elected. you never really like government in general. it always seemed to be ruining everything. freedom never felt like freedom, at least that's what you thought especially when there was a goverment.

"welcome to pogtopia!" you were so deep in your own thoughts that you hadn't realized that you had made it to pogtopia.

"so where is your other helper? the first choice that wasn't me?" you asked.

"i think he might be here. he's been staying up for a long time. ever since he got in here." wilbur said. "technoblade? you here?" wilbur leads you to a potato farm and you soon feel a sense of familiarity as you enter the room.

"yeah." a low huff is heard, causing you and wilbur to turn your heads toward the source of the sound. "i'm here." what immediately catches your attention is the crown messily placed on his head as he farms. as a piglin, you've always been fond of gold, that adoration never left you once you went to the overworld. you never really wore a crown but you wore a gold pendant instead that was pinned to your cape.

"you have a really pretty crown." it takes you a minute to realize that those words came out of your mouth. "fuck, i didn't mean to say that out loud." you explained quickly to the male that was farming. "piglin things." you muttered.

"a very unexpected compliment. understandable." techno said. "wilbur, who is this again? have i met them?"

"well, you'd think you know each other since you're both piglins, but i guess the world is bigger than i thought. well, technoblade, meet y/n, y/n, meet technoblade."

"i call him the blade." tommy said smugly. "the blade! how's the potato planting doing?"

"it's doing fine. i didn't expect any company to come though."

"well, this is the person that we wanted to recruit for pogtopia."

"nice to meet you, even if the circumstances aren't the best. wilbur is lucky i owe him a favor." you said. "i sort of expected meeting you since tommy and wilbur mentioned you once they came to get me. i just never expected to see another piglin here in the overworld."

"never expected to see another piglin here either." techno hummed slightly.

maybe staying in pogtopia won't be too bad. at least you made a friend?

that was sort of a lie. you and techno never really talked after the encounter. it never worried you, you’re not one for conversation right now anyways. you had a mission to do and you’re gonna do it. you didn’t have time to make friends, at least that’s what you thought. friends seemed to be temporary in the smp, considering the wars that were and have happened.

you weren’t going to make another friend, knowing that you just might get pulled into their fights.

“why did you stop fighting once you left l’manburg?” wilbur’s voice rings in the small fighting pit that was made for training.

“i simply didn’t find the need to fight. it doesn’t mean i’m any weaker though. i will still fight for what i want to fight for.” and that’s gonna be really ending this whole government. you think to yourself, letting the nighttime ambience fill the air.

“you still have your lives...right?” you show him your wrist which had 3 hearts tattooed on it.

“i’ve been living away from everyone, of course i won’t die that easily.” you let out an empty laugh. “bold of you to assume i would even die.”

“i know it’s ridiculous to even think that you would lose a life after you left l’manburg but what if dream were to chase you down and kill you?”

“i understand your worry, but need not to worry, i can handle myself. if i couldn’t you guys would never even assign me as cavalry captain those years ago.” you said, unbuttoning your gold pendant to place it on the stone cold floor along with your other accessories you had. “it’s not like dream can do too much to me. we made a deal after all.”

“a deal?” wilbur raised an eyebrow as he took off his jacket, tossing it on the ground.

“don’t be too concerned. i’m not like eret. i wouldn’t betray you.”

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Stuck With Me | D.H.

pairing: derek hale x reader

rating: fluff

warnings: none

a/n: it’s been so long since i wrote anything teen wolf related. i miss it. also, lowkey unedited...i apologize :)

You were sure you were losing it as you climbed the steps to Derek’s apartment. He was the last person you would go to for comfort, yet here you were longing for his warmth and the sweet smell of sandalwood that radiated off of him. You and Derek weren’t enemies, but you certainly weren’t friends either. You were just two people who tolerated each other. You didn’t speak to each other when you didn’t have to, found out how the other was doing through mutual friends. That was the extent of your relationship...if you could even call it that. In fact, most people were quick to believe that you two didn’t like each other. However, you hadn’t gotten close enough to determine whether or not you truly disliked the middle Hale sibling. Derek was closed off and reserved. He had a hard time opening up and trusting people and you didn’t blame him. If someone had set your house on fire and killed your entire family, you would feel the same. Which makes you question why you decided that coming to Derek’s was a good idea.

By the time you had reached the door, your palms were sweaty and there was nervousness settling in the pit of your stomach. Before you had the chance to turn around, the door was pulled opened and you were met with a pair of green eyes. Derek wouldn’t lie and say he wasn’t confused to see you on the other side of the threshold. You were the last person he was expecting to show up at his apartment unannounced on a Thursday evening.

“Y/n, hey,” Derek said, eyes raking over your frame. You were still dressed in your work clothes, jeans and black tee, a jacket tied around your waist. His attention was then drawn to the large suitcase that stood next to you and your eyes that were brimmed red, tears threatening to spill over. “Are you alright?”

“Look, I, um,” you paused sniffling, “I know this is really late notice and we don’t really know each other, but this is the only place I could think of. And I could have stayed with Jenn, but she moved in with her boyfriend and Maggie just moved back home. Believe me when I say that I don’t want to be a bother. This was my last option and I get it if you say no because you need your space, but I really a need a place to stay. Um, temporarily. As soon as I get enough saved to get my own pla-”

“Y/n,” Derek interrupted, a look of concern adorning his features, “Why don’t you come inside and tell me what happened, yeah?”

You took in a shaky breath, wiping your nose with the back of your hand, before nodding. Derek grabbed your suitcase and allowed you to step inside. The loft had more furniture than what you could remember. A couch, desk, table, and a few chairs now littered what used to be an empty living space. It smelled vaguely of freshwater and Derek’s sandalwood scent. Derek watched you with careful eyes as you sat down on the couch, hands wringing together. You reeked of anxiety and disappointment. Even if Derek wasn’t in tune with everyone else’s emotions, he’d still be able to tell. If it wasn’t the slouch in your posture and the way you let your head hang, it was definitely how fidgety you were. You were always so composed, it was hard for Derek to see you in such a vulnerable state. You always carried yourself with your head held high, a smirk tugging at your lips, eyes harboring that carefree glint.

“Can I get you something? Water, tea, coffee?”

“Water is fine,” you replied, taking Derek up on his offer. You took the cold water bottle from his hand as he sat down next to you. “Thanks.”

He nodded, throwing his arm over the back of the couch, turning his body so he was facing you. “That frown doesn’t suit you. What’s going on?”

You sighed, pushing a stray hair behind your ear. “A few weeks ago, my landlord told me that I needed to get caught up on rent or I was going to get evicted. I thought I was going to have all the money by this week but the company I work for is behind on production. When I went in today, I was told that I was getting laid off. I get my last my paycheck next week. To make things worse, when I got home, there was an eviction notice on my door. The landlord sold my apartment to someone else,” you shook your head, a wave of embarrassment washing over you. You couldn’t believe how pathetic you sounded. “I had no where else to go. I figured if I could stay here a few weeks to get things figured out, it would give me enough time to find a new job and place to stay.”

“You can stay here as long as you need to, Y/n.” There wasn’t a hint of pity in Derek’s voice which you were thankful for.

“Really? Are you sure? I don’t want to be a bother.” Derek could sense the relief, your body visibly relaxing.

“Positive.”

The first few days, you spent tiptoeing around each other. You felt as if you were invading Derek’s space, which you were, and it was bothering him more than he let on. But in reality, Derek liked the company. You guys didn’t interact much, but he still enjoyed another presence in his home. It had been awhile since he had lived with someone else. Although, the feeling was foreign, he welcomed it. Your vanilla and lavender scent was beginning to mix in with his own and he liked it more than he would care to admit. He liked the calmness you brought. After coming home from wherever he had been off to, the first thing he would do was find you. He’d tell you that he was back, all while breathing in your strong scent. He dreamed of the day when he could hold you in his arms and bury his face in your neck. And the day came sooner than expected.

“I got the job,” you muttered, “Oh my gosh, I got the job. Derek!”

You could hear his heavy footsteps trailing up the stairs before he appeared in the doorway of the guest room. “What’s wrong?”

“I got the job!” An excited laugh fell from your lips, your arms throwing themselves over Derek’s shoulders before you could stop yourself. Hesitantly, he wrapped his arms around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder. You told him that you be starting the following day as a librarian’s assistant. It was a good temporary job, plus you a had a litany of books at your disposal. One of the few things that Derek knew about you was that you loved to read. You had such an appreciation for fine arts and literature. It was a rare, but admirable quality.

“Congratulations, Y/n.”

The next morning, you were gone before Derek woke up. However, on the kitchen counter there was a plate of breakfast and a note with your handwriting scribbled on it.

Hey, Der. Had to leave in a rush. Here’s breakfast. I’ll see you after my shift. I get off at 5. Do something fun while I’m gone. - Y/n

A small smile adorned Derek’s face as he put his food in the microwave. He read over the note again, his eyes lingering on the heart next to his name. His heart rate sped up a bit before he shook his head. Just because she wrote a heart next to your name doesn’t mean she likes you. This isn’t high school, Hale. Derek sighed, hopping onto the counter. Your infectious smile lingered at the back of his mind. Sometime in the two weeks you had been staying with him, you had gone from being just Y/n to Y/n. The girl who only wore gold jewelry and watched the sunset every night. The girl who’s laugh could somehow turn Derek’s bad day into a good day and whose proximity and intoxicating smell made his heart skip a beat. Derek had gone from barely knowing anything about you to wanting...longing to be around you. He desired to know every part of you, the good and the bad.

You were on cloud nine as you walked out of the library. Your first day had gone so well. The librarian you were assisting, Mrs. Smith, was so kind. Her eyes were warm, smile worn. She was a widow. Her husband died overseas, but according to her, he loved to read and would attend a book club every week while he was back in country. Though her story was heartbreaking, she carried no grief with her. She had a heart of gold and it was safe to say the two of you would be getting along just fine. You bounced down the stairs, mind running a mile a minute. You were so excited to get home and tell Derek about your day that you almost missed him leaning against the brick wall outside the library.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, walking over to him. He responded by pulling you into a tight hug, taking you by surprise. “Someone missed me.”

“Shut up,” he muttered, his voice muffled. Though you weren’t wrong. He did miss you. You had brought a new kind of life his loft that he never thought he would get to experience. It went from being just a loft...to a home. He hadn’t had a home since the fire. He had you to thank for the new found warmth.

“I’m serious though,” you said, pulling away. “Why are you here?”

Derek’s hands lingered on your waist not that you minded. “Well, it was your first day and I thought that I would come surprise you after. We can grab coffee or dinner or something to celebrate.”

A smile tugged at your lips as you watched the light blush cover Derek’s cheeks. “Sounds perfect.”

The two of you made the short walk over to Cassandra’s, hands brushing over each others. You muttered a ‘thank you’ as Derek held the door open for you. As soon as you stepped inside the small cafe, you were met with a wave of nostalgia. Your mom used to take you to the same cafe for muffins after school. You eyes traveled over to where the two of you would sit while she helped you with your homework. You missed the days when growing up seemed so far away, like age would never catch up to you. Days were simpler then.

“Well, well, look who it is?” a deep voice said in surprise. Derek’s eyes fell onto the man who’s arms were currently wrapped around your shoulders. He was a taller man with dark brown hair, tan skin, and a thick Latin American accent. You knew him as Manny. His mother, Cassandra, opened up the cafe when she moved to the states. She made a living for her family and Manny began running the cafe after she died. “How’ve you been, angel?”

You offered him smile walking up to the counter. “Good, actually. Sorry I haven’t stopped by in awhile.”

Manny shook his head. “You’re a busy woman, Y/n. What can I get you?”

“How about a vanilla latte for me, a black coffee for my friend here, and two muffins.” You pulled out your card, but Derek had already placed a twenty on the counter. You sighed glancing at the much larger man.

He simply shrugged and said, “You’ve had a long day. My treat.”

“I’ll bring out your order when it’s ready,” Manny said, winking at you.

You shook your head, a blush crawling up your neck. “You’re the best, Manny.”

“Anything for you, angel.”

“He’s nice,” Derek said as you found a place to sit. It was next to the window, the sun shinning on your faces. Derek understood why Manny called you ‘angel.’ You were glowing. Your face was free of a lot of makeup, just mascara, highlighter, and chapstick if he remembered correctly. But it wasn’t just that. You radiated positivity and happiness. Wherever you went people seemed to love you. You had this natural ability to put a smile on someone else’s face and make their day. Derek wondered why someone like you associated with someone like him. He was labeled as grumpy and closed off, though it was for good reason. He was the complete opposite of you. His presence usually pushed people away, yet yours was warm and inviting. Two polar opposite personalities, yet you complimented each other so well.

Manny watched from behind the counter as you two talked, smiles on both of your faces. There was a different kind of light in your eyes, a light he hadn’t seen since before your mother had died. This man, Derek, made you happy. Truly happy. He found himself chuckling as he watched you laugh. Your nose scrunched, the smile meeting your eyes. This was the Y/n he remembered and the one your mother longed for you to be.

“Derek? I’m home,” you said, your voice calling throughout the loft. You set down your bag on the kitchen counter and soon enough you heard Derek’s heavy footsteps.

“Hey,” he muttered, his arms wrapping around your shoulders. “How was work?”

You hummed, taking in the familiar sandalwood scent. “It was good.”

Derek pulled away his eyes furrowed in confusion. “What’s wrong?” You were usually quick to tell him about your day and the people you had met and the new book that you had picked up for him to read. Derek hated reading, but for you he would read every book that you placed in his hands.

“Nothing,” you shot back, hopping onto the counter.

“You’re lying,” Derek replied, his eyes narrowing on you. He could sense your nervousness, the slight skip of your heartbeat. He sighed, moving closer to you, hesitantly stepping in between your legs. “Talk to me, Y/n.”

You shied away at the proximity, fidgeting under Derek’s intense gaze. “I- I found another place.”

Your voice was so soft, Derek was sure he misheard you. “What?”

“I found another place. An apartment a couple miles from here. It’s affordable and I have enough saved to last me four months. By then my income should be steady.” There was a kind of disappointment laced in your voice. Like you didn’t want to move, but you had been invading Derek’s space for nearly two months now that the thought of leaving just didn’t seem right anymore.

“When are you going to tour?” Derek asked.

“Um, tomorrow,” you replied. “If I like it, I can sign the lease and move in as early as the end of this week.”

“I’ll come with-“

“I don’t wanna go,” you said abruptly.

“What?”

You swallowed hard, eyes wide at the confession that spilled from your lips. “When I asked for a place to stay a couple months ago, I wanted it to be temporary. I felt like a bother and honestly, it didn’t feel like home to me. But here I am two months later and I um, realized that yes, this place is home to me, but you are home too. I haven’t been in a place that felt like home to me since my mom died, but I think that’s because I couldn’t understand that home wasn’t a place where you go, it’s the people that you’re with. And truthfully, there’s no one I’d rather be with than you, Derek. But I get it, you know, if you think this is too much or if you would rather be alone. I just thought you should know.”

“Y/n.” You glanced up at Derek, eyebrows raised. “Cancel the tour.”

“Huh?”

Derek shook his head, his hands itching to find their place on your jean clad thighs. “I don’t want you to leave either...because truth is, the past two months with you have been the best two months of my life. I was so alone before you asked for a place to stay and now, there’s a new...I don’t know, warmth, I guess. I don’t really know how to explain it, but things are better when you’re around.”

Derek could hear the way your heartbeat began to speed up, the heat crawling up your neck. “Looks like you’re stuck with me then.”

His green eyes met yours and a small smile played on his lips. “I’m more than okay with that.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

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ABO (A) Firefighter Katsuki Bakugo x (O) Reader New Beginnings and Cold Glasses of Water

Word count: 2335

Warning: Mentions of fire.

Title: ABO (A) Firefighter Katsuki Bakugo x (O) Reader New Beginnings and Cold Glasses of Water

Summary: You move to a new town and things start off a little rough.

(Gif isn’t mine. Credit to owner)

💥-It all happened so fast.

💥-You had just moved into your new apartment, you were starting a new life in a new city. You had made a long drive so you only had enough energy to get down your air mattress and things you needed to shower for the night.

💥-You were so glad you were too tired to move anything into your new apartment because that night your new home ended up in flames.

💥-One moment you were sleeping peacefully on your stiff air mattress and the next a loud banging rang throughout your apartment. You gasped awake and frighteningly at the door. You let out a small chirp before you heard a males voice reach your ears.

💥-“This is the Fire Department. Your building is under fire. Please open the door so we can evacuate everyone.” The person yelled.

💥-You instantly jumped into action. You rushed to the front door and opened it. Your sleepy brain made you forget to check to see if the doorknob was hot before grabbing it.

💥-Luckily it wasn’t hot.

💥-The Alpha in front of you both scared and calmed you. His bulky frame was, even more, intimidating with his firefighting gear. You couldn’t see his eyes or much of his face because of his helmet but you just knew he was handsome.

💥-“Is there anyone else in the apartment?” He asked, leaning over your frame and peering inside.

💥-“No. Just me.” You assured.

💥-The smell of smoke finally registered and you were quick to cough. The fireman didn’t ask before he tossed you over his shoulder and led you expertly out of the building.

💥-You heard him radio his team a few times, making sure to know what was going on inside the building. Apparently the top levels were the most affected. Your apartment was near the middle section.

💥-As soon as you were thrown over his shoulder you were plopped onto the pavement in front of the building. Your savior turned around and walked right back into the burning building.

💥-Your eyes caught the bold letters of “chief” on the back of his tanned coat before he was out of your view.

💥-Not knowing where to go or what to do you went to your U-haul and stood against it. You kicked yourself for not getting your phone or keys before rushing to the door.

💥-Fifteen minutes later you were regretting wearing shorts and a loose shirt to bed. It was starting to get chilly even with the building on fire right next to you. Twenty minutes later everyone was out of the building and the fire was put out.

💥-You let out a sigh of relief.

💥-Most of the residents were getting picked up by friends and family. You looked enviously at them. A few ambulances were still around so you worked up the courage to go up to one of them.

💥-You weren’t injured or in need of oxygen so you didn’t want to bother them. When you got to the double doors a man with black hair and a straight smile greeted you.

💥-He was wrapping up someone’s burn when he turned to greet you.

💥-“Hello, what can I do for you?” He asked, peering down at your shivering form.

💥-“I was wondering if I could borrow a phone? I was hoping to call up a shelter to see if they had any bed available.” You explained, nervously playing with the edge of your shorts.

💥-“You aren’t going to a shelter.” A voice barked at you from behind.

💥-In an instant, your body was engulfed in warmth, a heavy weight sat on your shoulders. You looked down and noticed the material radiating the soothing warmth was a fireman's jacket.

💥-By the gruffness of his voice, you guessed the jacket had the letters “chief” on the back.

💥-You turned to the bulky Alpha. Your heart skipped a beat when your eyes connected to his burning scarlet ones. Your Omega purred at his handsome face.

💥-“Where else am I gonna go?” You questioned, discreetly slipping your arms into the sleeves of his jacket.

💥-You told yourself it was just because you were cold and not the fact that his jacket gave off his scent cinnamon scent. Nope, nothing at all to do with his scent.

💥-“You’re coming back to the fire station with us.” He demanded more than stated.

💥-You blinked, not sure how to react.

💥-“No, I’m not.” You said, not sounding too sure of yourself.

💥-“Yes, you are.” He narrowed his eyes.

💥-“Does your crew know you are picking up a stray?” You huffed, peeved that this Alpha was telling you what to do.

💥-“Trust me, my crew wouldn’t mind having an Omega’s presence in the fire station.” He claimed, throwing a strong arm around your shoulders and leading you to the firetruck.

💥-You knew you could have thrown off his arm and went back to the ambulance if you wanted to but a part of you was enthralled with the rough Alpha. You kicked yourself for liking Alphas with no manners.

***

💥-You sat upfront with the Alpha whose name you found out was Bakugo. The unfamiliar buildings flew by. You eyed all the buttons and flashing lights on the console.

💥-Feeling a little upset that he got his way you decided to mess with him.

💥-“Can I ring the horn?” You asked, looking at the bright buttons.

💥-His ruby eyes slid in your direction before turning back to the road. One hand left the wheel to point out a big red button.

💥-“Only once.” He grunted, putting his hand back on the wheel.

💥-Letting out an excited chirp you leaned over and pressed the button. The whine of the horn hurt your ears but the smile on your face didn’t leave your face. The Alpha had a hard time holding back his small grin.

***

💥-Once at the firehouse Bakugo helped you out of the firetruck and led you to his private bedroom and bathroom. Being the chief had its perks. He gave you a big grey shirt that said, “Fire Dept” on the front and a pair of orange basketball shorts.

💥-He set your clothes on the bed before walking back over and getting himself a set of clothes.

💥-“Once you shower you can come down to the dining area and have dinner with us. Don’t make me come back up here and bring you down.” He said, narrowing his eyes before walking out of the room.

💥-Dumb domineering Alpha. You scoffed.

💥-Handsome domineering Alpha. Your Omega purred.

💥-The soot on your skin was starting to get at you so you quickly showered and freshened up. You helped yourself to his hairbrush since you didn’t want to meet everyone with a nest on your head.

💥-You opted out of putting on your dirty socks. You just realized you were shoe-less this entire time. You spotted a pair of black slides by his bed and slipped them on.

💥-They dwarfed your feet and made you feel like you were walking in water flippers but they were better than the cold concrete.

💥-You let your nose follow the scent of food. All of the firefighters were out of their gear and sitting around a big dining room table. You didn’t think you would be able to eat but the site of the food on the table made your mouth water.

💥-You didn’t have to awkwardly claim an unoccupied chair. The big blonde Alpha pointed to an empty seat right next to him at the head of the table. You padded over to your spot and sat down.

💥-You felt intimidated by the amount of Alphas in the room so you didn’t raise your eyes to meet theirs quite yet.

💥-You noticed a lack of commotion and looked around. You tilted your head back when you noticed all eyes were on you. The Alpha closest to was a black-haired muscled woman.

💥-She offered you a kind smile and nodded to the serving dish of mashed potatoes. “Help yourself.”

💥-Oh, you forgot some Alphas didn’t touch their food until the Omegas were severed first. You weakly smiled before grabbing the large spoon and serving yourself.

💥-Once your plate was full of everything that caught your eye, all the Alphas ceremoniously grabbed for the food. Two Alphas, a blonde one and a purple-haired one, shoved each other while trying to get a hold of the bread rolls.

💥-“Thank you.” You said, looking at the ruby-eyed male who was observing you quietly.

💥-All you got from him was a grunt in acknowledgment. You supposed he was done with talking for the night.

💥-“Sorry about your apartment.” The kind Alpha with dark-hair said, patting you on the arm.

💥-You gave her a kind smile, thanking her for her kindness.

💥-“I noticed your baggy clothes and big shoes. I might have some clothes and shoes that would fit you better.” She informed, wishing she didn’t say anything when she felt a pair of crimson eyes burning into her.

💥-The blond Alphas narrowed his eyes at her and shook his head. He wouldn’t let you wear other Alphas clothes. Just the thought of it made his Alpha growl and get ready to pounce on anyone that posed a threat.

💥-She might have been an Alpha herself but the chief was the top Alpha around the station. She instantly backed down, “You know what, I remembered yesterday was laundry day so I might not have anything.”

💥-“That’s fine, thank you, I appreciate the offer.” The staredown between the two Alphas went unnoticed by you.

💥-Once you finished your plate you bid everyone farewell and made your way back to the chief’s private room. You noticed a toothbrush on the bed and made use of it.

💥-You sighed once your tired body rested under the soft sheets of the Alphas bed. The smell of his scent surrounded and comforted you. You didn’t even shut your eyes before a knock sounded on the door.

💥-“Come in.” You sat up in the bed.

💥-Bakugo walked into the room with a glass of water, he came over to the bed and set it on the nightstand.

💥-“Thought you might need it.” He clasped his hands behind his back, trying to keep them from touching you. The urge to do so was strong. His hands had been itching to get you back in his arms ever since he set you down.

💥-“Thank you, Bakugo.” Your fingers nervously played with the sheet.

💥-He smelled your uneasiness.

💥-“What’s wrong, Omega?” He questioned, tensing up at your scared scent.

💥-“I’m grateful that you invited me to stay the night, but this is just temporary. I’m gonna need to start looking for other places. I was lucky enough to get that apartment. I don’t know I’ll be able to find another one.” You chewed on your lip, worried at the thought of being homeless.

💥-“I have a house. It’s pretty big. I wouldn’t mind a roommate.” He couldn’t resist, his hand went up to your chin and pulled your lip away from your teeth.

💥-“I don’t know. Living with an Omega can be difficult.” You said, trying not to nuzzle your head into his hand.

💥-You Omega was very pleased with the Alpha and his gentle touch.

💥-“We can cross that bridge when we get to it. If you are really worried about it, you can look for other places while you’re staying with me.” He reassured, glad his other hand was still behind the back, you weren’t able to his that his fingers were crossed.

💥-He didn’t know if he would be able to let you go after you wiggled your way into his home and undoubtedly his heart. He knew for sure once you made yourself at home in his house, that it would never feel the same without you in it.

💥-You felt a weight lift off your shoulders.

💥-“It’s a deal! You make sure to tell me if I do something to upset you.” You smiled, relieved at his offer.

💥-“I will, Omega. Now, you should get some rest. You had a long night.” He ordered, pushing you down lightly to the bed.

💥-You snuggled down and looked up at him. “Thank you, Alpha.”

💥-“No problem, Omega.”

💥-He walked out of his room, knowing he wasn’t planning on letting you go anytime soon.

Bonus:

💥-Three years later.

💥-You just brushed your teeth and crawled into bed, a hulking figure was already laying in the big bed. You settled down into the sheets and curled into his side.

💥-You laid there a moment before letting out a huff.

💥-“I forgot my cup of water.” You whined, getting up to walk to the kitchen. Before your back could leave the mattress your Alpha was already up and out of bed.

💥-“I’ll get it, Omega. Stay here, you need your rest.” He commanded, gently pushing you back down.

💥-You nodded, burrowing back down into the nest, your big stomach a small hill under the plush comforter. Your little pup was quiet tonight, they were lulled to sleepy by their father’s deep voice, earlier that night.

💥-Suki walked in with a big glass of water. Your greedy hands took it from him, the cold water sliding down your throat making you shiver slightly. You felt a harsh jab against your stomach.

💥-“Oops, someone isn’t a fan of the cold water.” You hummed, softly rubbing your stomach.

💥-“Settle down, it’s time to sleep, little one.” Suki soothed, resting his large hand on your stomach.

💥-They stopped kicking instantly. You handed him the glass and snuggled back down again. He was quick to set the cup down and slip behind you. His chest rumbling with a comforting purr.

💥-You two laid there in sweet silence.

💥-“I”m glad, I didn’t leave.” You whispered, melting into your Alphas embrace.

💥-“I am too.” He rumbled, holding you tighter.

💥-He wasn’t supposed to say it, as a firefighter, but he was glad your building caught on fire.

Lol it would have been a twist if he saw you earlier that day and set your building on fire to get closer to you.

That being said, I finished this yesterday before I got a request asking to make things more GN so while I did edit it to make sure it fits the GN standers I understand that the ending is a fuzzy area. (Please tell me if I missed something in my editing.)

While male Omegas can get pregnant I understand if my masculine readers are put off by the idea. I hope to make my fics more inclusive from here on out! 💙💙

Please reblog and leave a comment! Reading your sweet comments really motivate me to write!

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marauderundercover · 3 years

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Taking Chance Ch. 15: Problem Solving (Last name: Wayne)

AO3

Walking into class after lunch break, Marinette keeps her head down. No need to bring attention to the fact that she’s late...again. Sliding into her seat, she breathes a sigh of relief that Mme. Bustier is also late. Probably making copies. Either way, it had saved her from getting in trouble for being late again. Opening her bag to take out her stuff, she winces as Lila’s voice pierces the room.

“And then, he said he missed me so much that he cried!” She exclaims, clutching her hands together and sighing. Marinette rolls her eyes, certain that whoever it is either doesn’t actually know Lila, or doesn’t know Lila. Either way….lie.

“I still can’t believe you’re official with THE Tim Drake!” Alya exclaims. Marinette immediately chokes on air, her entire face turning bright red as she coughs and attempts to catch her breath. It doesn’t help that everyone is suddenly staring at her and waiting to see if she’s okay. The story pops back into her mind. Yeah, sure Lila. Tim Drake is dating you- an annoying little kid. Sure.

“Are you okay?” Rose asks once Marinette finally catches her breath. She smiles awkwardly, not ready for a confrontation with Lila over this, but also wary to let anyone spread this specific rumor.

“Yeah, it’s just-” Marinette pauses and sighs. This wouldn’t be the high road, but she had to watch out for her brother. “I’m just not sure Lila is telling the truth.” Chaos erupts around her. She chances a glance at Adrien, surprised to see his supportive smile. Well, almost. They had gotten closer. And sure, he’s said he liked her in Gotham, but she kinda thought he just blurted it out after seeing she was Ladybug. She wasn’t quite sure if he actually liked her.

“I-I just don’t understand why you hate me!” Lila sobs.

“I don't-” Marinette tries to say. Keyword- tries.

“Girl, you should apologize. Lila's been talking about Tim since before we even went to Gotham! They’re super serious now. They have been for almost two years.” Alya says.

“No they’re not! Do you seriously think an almost twenty year old CEO would date some fifteen year old kid from halfway across the world? I doubt Tim’s ever even been to Italy or France since becoming Co-CEO.” Marinette rambles, knowing with absolute certainty that she was right.

“Marinette! You’re kind of being mean. Lila says-” Rose tries to say.

“Just because Lila said something doesn’t mean it’s true!” Marinette cries, her frustration threatening to overwhelm her.

“Girl, you seriously need to apologize.” Alya says softly. Marinette’s jaw drops.

“For what?” She scoffs, throwing her arms up in exasperation. “For seeing the truth and calling it out? For not bending to Lila’s every whim?”

“For being a bad friend.” Alya says simply. Marinette freezes. A bad friend? Really? Her? A bad friend? How? All she��d ever done was try to be good. To be nice. To be perfect.

“Whatever.” She finally says, standing and grabbing her stuff. She storms out of the room, ignoring the yells of protest from her classmates. She thinks she hears Adrien, but she ignores him too and continues on her rampage past everyone, including Mme. Bustier. She doesn’t stop until she’s in the basement of the school. The only thing down here were a few vending machines. She tries to calm herself down, knowing her anger is unnecessary. But it’s hard.

She wants to let herself be mad, she should be able to be mad about this! She was always trying to be a good friend and do things for other people and help the class even when she didn’t have time. Even if it meant missing out on sleep or doing something she wants to do, she put them first. Always. But somehow, Lila came out on top. She always comes out on top. They always believed Lila. Always.

“You should leave Marinette, before you attract an akuma.” Tikki says calmly. Marinette blinks, trying to figure out- Oh. Kaalki. Duh. Quickly calling on her transformation, Marinette portals into her room at the manor before a butterfly can come infect her. The second she lands, she calls off her transformation and continues her pacing.

“I’ve always been there for them. Always helped them. Always cared. How is calling Lila out being a bad friend? She’s not even my friend!” Marinette rambles with a huff.

“Maybe you should talk to your family- get their opinions.” Tikki suggests. Marinette starts to turn her down, then realizes she has to say something. Lila’s telling lies about Tim. Lies that could get him in some serious trouble.

“I have to tell Tim! If Alya publishes anything about Lila and Tim he could get in a LOT of trouble.” Marinette rambles, throwing her door open. She blinks in surprise at Tim, standing there frowning with a huge cup of what she assumes is coffee.

“When’d you get here?” He asks, and she can tell he’s much too tired to take this seriously right now.

“I’ll fill you in later, Timmy. Get some sleep.” She says, giving him a quick hug before darting around him and down the stairs. She had to tell someone who could deal with it. Not that she wanted Lila to get in trouble or anything like that, but...she didn’t want them to be able to lie about her family anymore. She’d accept all of those other stupid lies if she just stopped lying about the Waynes.

Running past the ballroom, a sudden movement makes her backtrack and actually glance into the ballroom. Her eyes widen when she notices the movement she caught was Dick….hanging from the chandelier. Of course. Well, he’s not going to be much help, she thinks, shaking her head and turning to try and find someone else. Maybe Mr.- maybe her dad was around. Now if she was a superhero/co-CEO combo where would she spend her free time. She hums, before deciding to check his study. If he wasn’t in there, she’d just go through and check the Batcave. He had to be in one of those places. She knocks on his study door, completely expecting silence, so she’s confused when she hears him call:

“Come in.” She raises an eyebrow. Okay, so he is in the study. Pushing the door open, she smiles at him, rubbing the back of her neck nervously at the brief look of complete and total shock on his face.

“Uh, hi Dad.” She says, rocking back onto her heels nervously. He controls his face quickly, gesturing for her to shut the door.

“Marinette. When did you arrive?” He asks, carefully examining her. She turns red when she realizes- he’s looking for injuries. Since going back to Paris, she hadn’t really communicated with her family unless she was injured or unable to fight. Promising herself to change that, she sits in the chair in front of his desk.

“Five minutes ago, maybe? I’m not sure. I just-” She pauses and frowns, realizing that her emotions almost got the better of her today. She almost let her frustration win. Over something silly. Shaking the thoughts away, she says “I was upset. Lila was lying again and usually I can just ignore her but this time… She was telling everyone that she’s dating Tim, and that they’re really serious and have been for almost two years.” Her dad’s eyebrows twitch slightly.

“Isn’t Lila your age?” He asks.

“Well, she’s already fifteen. But still, it would put Tim in a really bad light if Alya posted it somewhere and knowing Alya, she’s going to post it. Because they all believe Lila. And I tried to explain to them that Tim is quite a bit older than us and he’s an actual CEO and we’re just kids to him and he hasn’t even been in Italy or France and-” She pauses, letting herself take a breath. “I just think it’s wrong for her to lie about my family.”

---

Bruce tries hard to hide his shock. His daughter, who he’d known for less than two months, came all the way to Gotham because someone lied about Tim. It wasn’t the first time someone lied about the Wayne family, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last time. But the fact that his daughter was so upset that she had to come here...he was not going to let this slide. Wayne manor was a safe place, so he would make sure Marinette was able to breathe and relax a little before going home. And he was going to plan a way to stop the lies, to help Marinette.

“How can I help?” He asks, wanting to help but also wanting to make sure he does not overstep. He had heard her explaining to Damian why she let the girl get away with so many lies- it was an attempt to stop a mass akumatization. Bruce also wanted to avoid something like that, which is why he would follow his daughter’s lead.

“I don’t know! I know if I reveal everything it’s- it’s gonna be bad. I don’t know if we’d be able to handle something like that right now. Two of our temporary holders, people I trust a lot, are out of town. I don’t really trust anyone else and I’m certain we’d need their powers for the fallout from Lila’s kingdom falling.” She explains, bouncing her leg up and down as she glances around the room, possibly to come up with a plan. Bruce knew that he used a similar method when he was younger.

“What about the rumors related to the family? Do you think it would be safe to end those?” He asks, a plan beginning to form. But he’d have to get her permission. It would change many things.

“Well….yes. Yes, I think it would be safe. And even if it wasn’t, I know the fallout wouldn’t be anywhere as bad as if some of the other lies came to light.” She says. Bruce nods.

“Very well. Marinette, I believe I have something that might work, but I’m unsure if you’ll agree.” He says.

“We tell them I’m a Wayne.” Marinette says simply. Bruce blinks in surprise. It had definitely been what he was thinking, but thinking it and hearing his daughter say it out loud as if it was the most simple thing ever, those were two completely different things. He’s silent, trying to gather his words again when Marinette chuckles nervously. “I mean, we could say that I know you guys. Cause that’s not a lie.” She says. He sighs, realizing that his silence may have hurt her.

“Marinette, honey, you’re a Wayne. I want you to be one, and if you do as well, then of course we can tell them. I can even arrange for nondisclosure statements to be signed by the students in your class and the faculty. In case you’re not quite ready for the entire world to know.” He says quietly, hoping his voice is soft enough to reassure her. Her tense shoulders fall as she relaxes, her smile easing back into a natural one. Good. He didn’t mess up this time.

“Can we really do that? I do want to be a Wayne, it’s just. I’m not sure I’m ready for the world to look at me.” She says quietly. At this, he quirks a smile.

“If Adrien Agreste’s father is able to get an entire school to sign NDA’s about the boy’s lunch habits, I’m certain that having them sign an NDA when it’s for your safety will be no issue. Besides, if anyone breaks the NDA with malicious or ill intent, we can sue them.” He says simply.

“Oh, well, suing them seems a bit much.” She mumbles. He’s about to argue, when she shrugs. “But it also makes sense. Let’s do this.” He’s instantly proud of the determined look in her eyes. From saving her city to fighting lying bullies, his daughter was so much stronger than she thought.

---

Walking into class the following Monday was nerve wracking. It was almost the end of the school year, so she could’ve asked her Dad to wait until the next year to fix it. But she didn’t want to chance Lila lying about Tim all summer. Or anyone else in her family. Lila could use anyone else- even MDC- to get ahead, Marinette didn’t care. But she was done with Lila using her family. Originally, she had wanted to just do it quietly. Tell the teacher and have her pass out the forms. That’s probably how she would have done it too if her brothers hadn’t found out.

Now, her entire family was coming. She was cautious, but they promised to keep their emotions in check while they were in town. And they could always portal out if things got too tense. But, her brothers were drama queens. So it just made sense that they wanted to give her class the papers in person. She suspected Tim also wanted the chance to glare at Lila in person, and she wasn’t about to deny him that.

“Okay class! We have a few guests coming in today. They’ll be here in a couple minutes and I want you all to give them your full attention and respect.” Mme. Bustier announces, clapping her hands to get their attention. Marinette lets out a shaky breath. Here goes nothing. She tunes out the chatter of her classmates, keeping her eyes on the door. Waiting. Watching. Finally, she sees their shadows outside and her leg starts bouncing. Maybe she shouldn’t have let all of them get involved….

“Oh my god! That’s Bruce Wayne!” Alya yells as her family walks in. Marinette winces slightly at the instant fangirling from many of her classmates. She risks a glance at Lila and tries not to laugh at how pale the Italian girl had gotten. In fact, she looked a little green.

“Hello everyone! My name is Bruce Wayne, though I think you all should remember me from your trip to Gotham.” He says with a wide (fake) smile. Marinette wrinkles her nose. She doesn’t like this fake side of her Dad. She’d much rather watch him be overly serious than use that weird fake smile.

“We’ve brought some forms for everyone in this class to sign, as well as the faculty. The rest of the school won’t be required to sign these forms because it is assumed that what we are about to tell you will not go outside of this room.” Tim starts to explain, no coffee in his hand for once. “I know that it will not go outside of this room because these are NDAs, and we can and will take legal action against anyone who tells someone outside of this room about this information.” Everyone is silent, and while Marinette herself feels tense, she notices that most of her class just looks excited. Except Adrien, who was glancing back at her and looking worried. They’d already talked about this, but he was still worried. He seemed to think that this was one of her worst ideas, but honestly, Marinette didn’t care. She wanted to be able to (kind of) openly accept the other half of her family.

“Oh my god, is Tim about to propose?” Alya loudly whispers to Lila. Marinette can’t help it. She snorts. Out loud. Her face instantly heats as the entire room turns to look at her.

“Oh, uh, sorry?” She says, though it’s definitely more of a question than a statement. She wasn’t sorry.

“I am not about to propose. I’m actually not currently seriously seeing anyone, but there is a boy back home who I’ve had a few dates with.” Tim says. Marinette watches as Alya tries to say something, only to be stopped by Nino gently patting her hand and shaking his head. Good. Maybe they’d get through this without anyone getting akumatized. She glances at Lila again, rolling her eyes at the obviously fake upset look on her face. Is she seriously acting like Tim is cheating on her? In front of Tim? How dumb is she?

“I actually came to have everyone sign an NDA since my youngest daughter is in your class.” Her dad says, metaphorically dropping the bomb. He didn’t just drop it though, he chucked it at the class. The effect is immediate, the entire class erupting in whispers. Mme. Bustier tries, without luck, to gain control of the class. Marinette watches as Damian, who looked ready to murder any and all of her classmates, whistles an insanely high pitch. Wincing slightly, she makes eye contact with him and quirks an eyebrow. He shrugs, but it had been successful. The class was silent once again.

“When is she starting here?” Alya asks, obviously going into reporter mode. Marinette makes eye contact with her Dad, watching as he barely quirks an eyebrow, a silent question. One last chance to back out. She nods for him to continue. She wanted this.

“She actually already goes here. She just decided it was time to embrace the Wayne name.” He says, nodding at her. Marinette lets out a grounding breath and stands, quickly moving over to stand by her brothers. She tries to hide her hands behind her back, knowing they’re shaking like crazy. She positions herself between Dick and Jason, instantly able to relax as the feeling of safety washes over her. The class is completely silent, and Marinette isn’t sure if they don’t understand or if they’re in shock. She’s not sure which would be better.

“What?” Alya asks, barely audible.

“Marinette is my daughter, I am her biological father. She’s a Wayne. And you all have been provided with an NDA about her identity, so that she can remain safe and anonymous to the rest of Paris. Your parents have already agreed and signed both their forms and forms giving you all permission to sign a form. They all understand the importance of this secret, and I urge every single one of you to take this seriously.” Her dad says, giving the class another wide (fake) smile. She lays her head on Dick’s arm, relieved that her class instantly starts signing the forms. No outbursts right now, no possible akumas forming. Nothing. It was a relief, it was freeing. She was certain that it was going to come back and bite her- sooner rather than later if the look on Lila’s face was anything to go by- but for right now, everything was calm. And her family was supposed to stay in Paris for another day, so she’d finally be able to let three of her parents meet in person. It was nice. It was safe.

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hii emina!! #14 for valentine’s day 💌 (for the february ask meme) <33

Tami couldn't help but feel fucking jealous. Offended too, for that matter.

Lip forgot fucking Valentine's Day—Valentine's day—and now Tami was forced to sit in the kitchen with the gathered-around Gallagher & Co, watching how Ian and Mickey annoyingly proved the fact that she could do so much better than fucking Lip.

For fuck's sake, he didn't remember goddamn Valentine's day. It wouldn't have been a big deal had he not almost forgotten their anniversary, too. Tami got that shit was stressful these days—that Lip wasn't all that happy with his delivery-boy job and their 'temporary' stay at the Gallagher house with his abundance of siblings, but seriously. That didn't mean she had to sit around stoically on fucking celebrate-your-love day, knowing she had been forgotten, while simultaneously watching the it couple of their family making kissy faces at each other.

Maybe they weren't making kissy faces, exactly—Tami would pay to see Mickey do anything in that realm, really—but did they have to be so obnoxiously in love? All while Tami was mourning her own loss of a Valentine?

She wasn't a teenager anymore, goddamn it, but she deserved nice things, at least once or twice a year. Some fucking day where she could feel special and completely in love, despite living with ten other people and kind of, sort of being in debt.

Tami was in love with Lip. She was fairly certain he was in love with her too, but did he have to forego this one thing from his memory? Did he have to invite Mickey and Ian over for a family dinner to rub salt into the wound?

Tami was fucking fine with Ian and Mickey on most days—it wasn't even as if she saw them all too often now that they had moved out (she even sort of missed them)—and their displays of affection were more sweet to her than anything.

It was cute seeing Ian pull Mickey into a kiss randomly before he went off to work at the warehouse. Or Mickey wrapping his hands around Ian's waist while they cooked dinner together, prolonging the creation of the simplest of meals, like boxed mac-and-cheese, just so they could hang around each other domestically, a little bit longer.

Nobody minded it all too much when they did those small things, and they were pretty much used to the constant sex-talk, however inappropriate and explicit. Somehow even the never-ending bickering stopped bothering them so much.

But god-fucking-damn-it, why did they have to rub it in her face now?

Ugh, fine, we get it, you're celebrating Valentine's day like a normal couple, being all lovey-dovey and shit. We get it.

They probably spent the entire day being sickly sweet and in love, like fucking teenagers. So gross.

Why the actual fuck did Lip forget?

Tami shot daggers Ian and Mickey's way, watching as they, in the middle of the Gallagher cluster-fuck—they were having dinner like usual, a cacophony of noises filling the slightly-renovated space up, something Tami had already gotten used to—talked lowly amongst each other, slight smiles on their faces.

They were so happy about fucking nothing as they sipped on respective beers, matching rings glinting on their fingers, now blinding to Tami's eyes when they had only been pretty before.

When would Lip propose?

Nope, nope, nope. Back to the current married couple, Tami thought.

They pulled apart, their heads no longer huddled together in some secret, husband talk. Ian placed bread onto Mickey's plate, reaching across for the salt, murmuring something about, Mickey liking everything unbelievably salty like a crazy person.

Fuck off, Gallagher. At least I don't like spicy shit.

Well, I don't think you should be surprised I like spicy things. I married you, didn't I?

A beat as they stared at each other lovingly—yuck, ew, disgusting—and then came Mickey's reply.

Sap.

Her eyes narrowed impossibly as she watched them steal fucking glances when the other one wasn't looking. Fucking glances, like teenagers who just discovered their crush liked them back and were about to have their first fucking kiss.

Ugh, why did they have to be so goddamn in love all the time?

Tami even remembered meeting Mickey for the first time, thinking how there was no way in fucking hell he and Ian were together. No way they were anything more than, what, fuck-buddies?

She also remembered the look Mickey wore once Ian entered the room, in all his beautiful glory, his entire face just lighting up like a fucking street lamp when the sun goes down. Eyes crinkling at the corners, an upturn of his mouth, a goddamn gleam appearing in his features.

Tami couldn't believe that the guy who literally just got out of prison was staring openly at his—boyfriend?—with so much intensity and love. The moment Tami had slipped out of view, she saw them share a kiss, all smiley, and shit.

She couldn't believe it then, but she could believe it now.

Why were they so in love?

How could somebody be so in love?

Tami had fallen in love a couple of times. She'd had unrequited crushes and first boyfriends, and older men who appeased to her daddy issues—still, she'd never quite had what Ian and Mickey had. Not that she thought anybody did.

Pulling herself out of her thoughts, she interrupted whatever conversation the two men in question were landing. They were talking still, bodies practically pressed together as they got unnaturally close at the dining table.

Tami was curious. She wanted to know.

She wanted to know how. How in the holy hell did somebody fall in love so fucking hard that they never let each other go? That they went through every single fucking obstacle they stumbled upon, still walking out alive in the end?

With Lip and their relationship, it was just good until it wasn't and until Tami was a second away from picking up their child and walking away, no matter how good of a father to her child her boyfriend was, and how much she actually loved him.

With Debbie and Sandy, it was being attached by the hip, together in all ways, until all of a fucking sudden, Sandy was gone. Gone from their lives as she had never even been there, replaced by somebody completely insane.

There was Carl, who Tami had never even seen in a committed relationship.

She didn't even want to mention fucking Frank and Monica if the stories Lip had told her were any true.

So, Tami asked.

"Can you guys tell me something," Her tone was only slightly accusing, the bitterness seeping through as she found herself going through a third bottle of Old Style. Even Lip raised his eyes up from the food and over to look at Tami as she addressed everyone's favorite gay couple.

"How in the holy fuck do you manage it?"

Ian and Mickey shared a glance—a fucking glance like they were reading each other's minds—before Ian raised an eyebrow.

"Manage what?"

"Being this seemingly perfect couple."

Lip nudged her foot in question just as Mickey snorted, placing the beer away from his lips so he could properly laugh. Ian rolled his eyes at it.

"We're not fucking perfect," was Mickey's simple answer.

Tami shook her head. "No. No, listen. I get that you're not perfect but I just don't get how. How do you just have this relationship?"

Ian seemed confused. "And what do you think this relationship is?"

"Do you guys even hear yourselves ninety percent of the fucking time?"

Debbie snorted at that. All eyes went to her. "Course they don't. They probably wouldn't be doing them if they did."

"What are we doing?" Mickey asked, and Tami scoffed when she noticed him moving his chair slightly away so he wasn't practically sitting in Ian's lap.

"Why are you asking this shit?" Lip whispered from beside her, apprehension in his gaze. Tami hoped he was slightly offended.

She was really fucking offended.

So, she continued, downing her beer in almost one go.

"I'm talking about how you're joined at the hip."

Ian shook his head. "No, we're not."

Liam made an 'eh' motion with his hands, chiming in, "You live together, you work together. You probably spent the entire day together."

Tami nodded at the boy in agreement. "How do you not get, like, bored of each other?"

They briefly shared another look before Ian shrugged. "I like hanging around him. Mickey's fun company."

Tami groaned, not realizing how they managed to just be so casual about things that didn't make sense to her.

"See?" She said. "I'd probably die if I had to spend more than a couple of hours with the same person, let alone my entire fucking day."

"We get annoyed with each other," Ian defended. "We fight, like, all the time."

Mickey shot him a glare. "Not all the time. Just when you're being an annoying bitch."

"Of when you're being an annoying bitch, Mr. Know-it-all."

"Fuck you, I do know it all."

Ian took a sip of his beer. "Uh-uh. Mr. Milkovich, knows everything about everything."

"Well, I gotta know shit if I wanna put up with your ass the rest of my life."

Ian's face softened suddenly from the playful bickering, sending Mickey a soft smile.

"What are you smiling at, dork?"

Ian's happy expression didn't falter. "You said the rest of your life."

Mickey rolled his eyes. "Duh? Thought we were married?"

"Just," Ian shrugged. "Makes me happy to hear it."

Then they smiled at each other all soft, and Tami just barely suppressed a gag. She felt like she'd just been dumped and was forced to attend some love rally.

How to feel single 101.

"Do you, like, not see my point here?"

Mickey looked towards her, eyes narrowing slightly. "Why do you care so much, right now? It's not that big of a deal that Ian's a complete and utter sap," He shot a playful look in Ian's direction. "We're married and we've been together for a fucking while. We're allowed to act..."

Mickey hesitated.

"We're allowed to be in love without worrying whether or not we'll be judged for it or fucking get told to stop." He cast his eyes downward. "We've had enough of that shit already."

It wasn't silent for long, but Mickey's words rang loud in Tami's ears.

She didn't know a lot about Ian and Mickey during the first years of their relationship—she had only met them after fucking ten years of being together, after all—but she knew enough to be able to say with confidence that it couldn't have been easy. And knowing that, she could easily tell how she was being somewhat of a nagging bitch.

"Don't worry," Tami said softly. "I'm not judging you. Just," She sighed loudly before continuing, "admiring the way you're just completely enamored with each other. It makes you wonder, you know? What you could have."

The two seemed somewhat eased with that, smiles appearing on their faces as they looked at each other, like they knew that what Tami was giving them was a compliment, not judgment. But then, Tami's words set in.

All eyes went to Lip.

Tami's own widened.

"I did not mean it like that!" She defended immediately, shifting so she could look at Lip who was more than hurt by the look in his eye. Tami spoke to him as she said, "It's just that, today's fucking Valentine's day, and—"

"Today's Valentine's day?"

It was Ian who asked out of the blue, and she turned to look at him, wondering what he was talking about. He was looking at Mickey who seemed just as confused.

Of course it was Valentine's day. Tami had been bitter the entire day because it was fucking Valentine's day.

"It is?" Mickey said, eyes going warily towards Ian.

"So, we just, uh, forgot about it?"

Mickey nodded, a weird look on his face like he had forgotten their anniversary or some shit. "I guess so."

Tami was just about to open her mouth. Just about to ask if they really didn't spend the day being lovey-dovey with each other since it was Valentine's day, but rather because every day was obviously Valentine's day for them, when Lip spoke.

"Today's the thirteenth, Tami, for fuck's sake. Valentine's day is tomorrow." He smiled at her, seemingly catching onto why she had been so inquisitive in the first place. "Don't worry, I didn't forget."

Tami's mouth fell open and she only managed a simple 'oh'. Lip seemed content. Not at all caught by surprise at her statement. Maybe he really hadn't forgotten.

"Well, uh," She stammered out, heat crawling up her neck. "Good."

Lip smiled at her.

Ian's voice interrupted their staring contest.

"Wait, so you forgot Valentine's day?" He asked Mickey, an incredulous look on his face.

"Um, excuse me bitch, you forgot it, too!"

Ian scoffed. "So, you're telling me we'd wake up tomorrow and what, just continue on like always?"

"Well, you shoulda had something planned then, Ian!"

"Me? Why me?"

Mickey made a 'duh' face. "You fucking forgot it, too. Why would it be me?"

"Well, I'm sorry for having a million things going on right now."

"What million things, Ian? I'm literally with you every second of the day. What things?"

"Well," He started in a tone that didn't bode anything well. "you see, some of us—"

"Oh no, you fucking won't with that sentence."

Tami watched as the it couple fought over forgetting Valentine's day.

She laughed at the sight of them, bickering and shouting, not really angry but enjoying the fight.

They'd still be sappy as fuck the next day. They'd still be lovey-dovey, making kissy faces at each other.

This was what she meant.

They were best friends. Lovers. Partners. Always by each other's sides.

Tami looked over towards Lip.

Maybe she had one too.

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foreverfallingforthestars · 3 years

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Don't Say No

I'm super excited about today's prompt because it's something that I think is really fun and I got inspiration for this from a pjo fic I read months ago and I can't remember the title so, uh, woops. Either way, I hope you guys like it!

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Day 3 of Rowaelin Month Prompt: Secret Relationship

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Nox was tired. Everything at work had become mundane, and there was nothing interesting ever happening anymore. People came into work, tired and complaining about how it was the start of yet another week, and they would chatter about their weekend and any plans for after work. All Nox desperately wanted was to not be mind-numbingly bored as he read through yet another manuscript.

Thankfully, this Monday turned out to be slightly different than all the other Mondays. Nox knew something was up when the low toned chatter turned high pitched and excited as people wandered about the floor where Ashryver Publishing was located, pointing to the open door that led to their boss’ office. The layout of the floor was fairly open to allow people to easily converse with one another and move about the area while the higher ranking members of the company had closed offices, but Aelin tended to leave her door open to allow people to come in and speak with her.

Nox was fairly friendly with Aelin, and it was because of her that he’d gotten the job as a publisher reader when he couldn’t find a job, so he was understandably confused when there was nothing different about her when she walked out of her office. Her blonde hair was out as it normally was, and her makeup was done perfectly as usual. Nox’s eyes scanned over her as he tried to figure out what people were so huffy about this particular Monday until his eyes landed on the folder she was holding in her left hand.

“Holy shit, you’re engaged?!” he blurted out, seeing that diamond glinting off her left hand’s ring finger. Aelin looked down at her hand as though she were seeing it for the first time before rolling her eyes at him.

“Yes, Nox,” she responded with a small smile that was almost teasing. “I am.”

“I didn’t even know you were dating anyone,” he answered, leaning his elbows against his desk.

“Well, it wasn’t exactly something to publicize at work. I was dating someone, and now my boyfriend is my fiancee,” Aelin answered. Her eyes glanced about the room before she sighed. “Alright, everyone has two minutes to ask me questions.”

It was like a pack of hyenas had been given their first meal in days with the way the questions were thrown at Aelin, but she answered each one quickly and with her usual dose of sarcasm that made Nox smile.

“Have we met him?”

“Maybe, maybe not, and that is a serious answer. I don’t know if you’ve ever run into him on the sidewalk or in a restaurant or bar.”

“Is he good looking?”

“Yes, I have standards.”

The two minutes seemed to fly by with the way people barely got any information about her fiance, and Aelin looked way too pleased with herself that Nox couldn’t help himself. When she had dismissed everyone after giving people work, he made his way over to her office.

“So,” he started, leaning against the doorframe, “the big bad CEO of a publishing company has gotten herself someone who can deal with her.”

“If you’re trying to fish for information, you’re going to have to try much harder,” Aelin responded, a mischievous glint in her eyes that he’d seen way too many times.

“It’s okay,” he answered instead, “I won’t pry. I’m just happy for you, Aelin.” That brought out a genuine smile on her face before a ping on her desktop drew her attention from him for a brief moment.

“Ah, it’s actually good you’re here! We have a temporary hire coming in for the next month, or so, while we try to find someone else who can help you read incoming manuscripts. Let me just go get him.”

Nox chose that moment to sit down in one of the two chairs in front of her desk while Aelin stood up to grab her ID off her desk and walked out of the office. Nox waited for a few minutes, taking in the decorations of her office, including the small mementos she had scattered everywhere. The office had only been hers for two years, but it seemed as though she’d been living in that office for years with the way she had personalized it.

The company wasn’t an insanely big publishing house, but they had quite a few popular authors with best-selling books under their belt, and it was the intimacy of the employees within the company that drew aspiring authors and people passionate about books to it. Part of it had to do with the fact that it was a family business, Aelin’s mother owning it before she did, but part of it had to do with how much Aelin loved what she did. The photo of her parents, cousin, and sister-in-law alongside a photo taken at one of the staff dinners two years back was enough proof of how much she loved her work family as much as she loved her blood family.

The sound of Aelin’s heels and the sudden lack of chatter indicated to Nox that she was back with the new hire, who must be definitely impressive enough that his entry topped Aelin’s engagement news.

“Okay, Nox, I’m pretty sure I don’t have to introduce you two, but Nox Owen, meet Rowan Whitethorn, our new temporary hire.” Nox turned around to find himself looking at a man that he worked with for nearly a year before he left the company two years ago. Rowan was a tall man with platinum silver hair and a handsome face, even from Nox's perspective. The tattoos swirling down his arm definitely also helped with his popularity amongst women.

When Nox made eye contact with Rowan, the man smiled, and Nox nodded back in greeting.

“Isn’t that technically rehiring someone?” Nox asked, looking at Aelin and raising an eyebrow.

“That’s what I said when she offered me the position last week,” Rowan responded, sitting down in the seat next to Nox while Aelin took her seat across from them.

“It’s temporary!” she protested. Nox sent her a look that he knew she’d be able to read perfectly for that doesn’t matter, and with the way she groaned, he was sure that Rowan might’ve sent her the same look.

“Ugh, both of you get out of my face. Rowan knows what he’s doing so I doubt you need to do anything, Nox, but just give him a new manuscript that came in,” she grumbled, waving them off and going back to her computer.

Nox stifled a laugh as he got up.

“Hey, is it just me or did she get a lot hotter over the last two years?” Rowan asked quietly, and Nox had to stop himself from tripping and falling on his face.

“Man, she’s engaged. Like very recently too,” Nox responded just as quietly.

“Oh,” he answered, his eyes falling to the ground before snapping back up to Nox’s face, “well, if it’s recent then I don’t really mind.”

“Dude! That’s not okay!”

“Harmless flirting never hurt anyone,” Rowan protested as they sat down in their seats. Ever since the last publisher’s reader quit, that seat had been empty, and luckily enough for Rowan, that was his seat when he still worked at Ashryver Publishing.

“It will hurt if you break up her engagement.”

“If it breaks her engagement because I’m flirting with her, then she was never meant to be with that guy.”

“Oh my god,” Nox responded, turning back to his work.

“Hey, don’t worry,” Rowan spoke, and Nox reluctantly set his gaze upon the man, “It’s really not that big of a deal.”

Nox disagreed, but he did his part, so Nox simply shrugged before getting back to work. Hopefully with enough refusal from Aelin’s side, Rowan would get a hint and quit it.

*****

Rowan did not get a hint and quit.

In fact, as the week passed and so did the following week, he only grew bolder in the smiles he would send Aelin, in the side comments, the inside jokes (since when did they even have those?), and Nox was getting frustrated.

“Dude,” he hissed as he pulled Rowan aside before they stepped into the restaurant that they were going to have a staff dinner at, “seriously, quit it. I don’t want you breaking Aelin’s relationship just because you find her pretty.”

“She’s more than just pretty, Nox,” Rowan responded, more serious than Nox had expected him to be.

“Yeah, well, then you know that she’s a loyal person. Don’t make her break that.” With the way Rowan had nodded, Nox figured that he had finally, finally gotten through to Rowan.

Unfortunately, throughout the entire dinner, Aelin and Rowan were sitting next to each other laughing, leaning into each other. He couldn’t believe that Aelin was actually falling for Rowan’s bullshit. It wasn’t even like he was flirting outwardly, either. It was the small things that he was noticing while watching the two discreetly. Rowan would give her a napkin when she needed it, pass her something before she even asked, simply knowing that she wanted it when her eyes had drifted over to it. It was insane how attentive the man was, and it wasn’t fair that the subtle flirting was actually working.

Nox couldn’t even say anything in front of everyone, lest he risk bringing...whatever that was out into the public where he was pretty sure Aelin didn’t want it to be. He was contemplating whether or not he should talk to Aelin about the whole situation with Rowan, and he was doing just that as he leaned against his car, waiting for her to step out of the restaurant. He’d left along with the others so as to not make things suspicious, but he did notice that Rowan hadn’t left the restaurant either.

Nox was just about ready to leave when he heard Rowan’s voice ringing through the parking lot. “Look, maybe we could just tell them.”

“No, it’s way too risky. The whole reason why we stopped going out in public together was so that we could get all the other stuff settled first,” Aelin responded. Nox was definitely intruding on a private conversation, but also, he was incredibly curious about what was happening.

“They’re all about to lose their minds with the way they’re trying to figure out what’s going on between us.”

“That’s because they’re not blind, Rowan,” she laughed as their voices got closer. “I don’t really know what I would say to them, anyway,” she finished just as they were in his line of sight — holding hands.

Nox’s brain stopped working right then because, holy shit, his boss was cheating on her fiancee with her employee.

“Nox? What are you still doing here?” Aelin asked, catching sight of him.

“I, uh, wanted to talk to you...but apparently you...don’t care about your engagement.”

“What?” she asked, clearly confused. Her eyes drifted to Rowan who simply shrugged with a teasing smile.

“You’re cheating on your fiance with Rowan!”

A snort escaped Rowan, and that was the moment where Nox could see understanding shine in her eyes. She turned to Rowan before elbowing him in the ribs, and then turned to look at Nox. “This idiot is my fiance.”

Nox blinked once, twice, trying to comprehend the words that had come out of her mouth. “This man? Your boyfriend?”

“Fiancee,” Rowan corrected.

“Shut up, man. You had me thinking she was going to cheat on you! With you!”

“Not going to lie, it was really funny, though. You were freaking out for the last two weeks.”

“That’s just cruel, dude.”

*****

Despite being incredibly salty about the entire situation, Nox did have to admit that it was hilarious seeing his co-workers’ reactions to the wedding invitations that clearly started that Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, their dear boss, was marrying Ashryver Publishing’s ex-employee (now known as the new literature professor at University of Doranelle) Rowan Whitethorn.

Never had he seen more outrage at the fact that the two had hidden their relationship from the entire company for so long, and honestly, Nox was surprised they had managed to hide the relationship with the way the two couldn’t go longer than five minutes without some form of physical contact.

It was sickeningly cute, and he couldn’t help but think that Mondays weren’t so mundane, after all.

#rowaelinmonth #day 3 #rowan whitethorn #aelin galythinius #nox owen #romance #comedy #throne of glass #poor nox lol he really suffered

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kawaiijohn · 3 years

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Rewind, Rinse, Repeat Chapter 1

For Invisobang Minibang 2021

Ao3 Link

Chapters: 3 finished, 12 total Rating: T+ Warnings: Major and Minor Character Death- all temporary, Implied Child Abuse/Neglect, Strong Language, Mild Body Horror, Mild Injury. Other warnings listed by chapter Characters: Clockwork, Danny Fenton, Pariah Dark, Levi | Leviathan (OC), Mal (OC), Observants, Mentions of other characters Ships: Lost Time, Dark Ages, CW & OC child, CW & Levi | Leviathan (OC) Genre/Tropes: Human AU, Magic AU, Found Family, Character Origin, Hurt/Comfort, Original Magic System and Lore Additional Tags: Existentialism & Existential Angst, Memory Loss & Amnesia, Corruption, Clockwork Centric, They/Them Pronouns for Clockwork, The Fenton's A+ Parenting, Obersvant Bashing

Summary

“Clockwork can I ask you something? How did you become a ghost?”

The tale surrounding the mystery of Clockwork's existence; a world where magic is common and ghosts are not. A world where one lonely, average mage tries with all their might to save what means most to them. A world where things need to be remade into something better.

Shout out to my betas @bibliophilea and @moonlights-shadow-warrior for keeping me sane, @13thdoodle for letting me use their OC, Levi, @dailudannos and @sailor-toni for providing art for later chapters, and all the folks over at @invisobang for being awesome!!!!

Chapter One below the Cut. The rest is available on my Ao3 account because tumblr linking/posting is hella broken.

Chapter 1: An Inquiry

“Hey, Clockwork? Can I ask you something?”

Clockwork looks over from the mirror they were watching intently. “You already have, Daniel,” they reply, offering the other a smirk.

“Oh, ha ha. You've never said that to me before.” The reply is filled to the brim with sarcasm, as per usual. Danny rolls his eyes, but a small smile gracing his lips betrays the fact he isn't annoyed in the least. “Seriously, though. It’s something that's been on my mind like... every day for the last two weeks!!" He raises his hands towards the sky, flopping back in the air dramatically. "But... it's kinda, y'know. Personal-” Danny trails off, slightly embarrassed.

Of course. Clockwork finds themself smiling fondly- Danny thought he’d said something he shouldn't have- an inquiry that could make his guardian upset (as if it's even possible to upset Clockwork like that). A question is a question, and this is a worrying habit of his that the Time Master is trying to help break, even if it's still somewhat endearing to them.

“I uh, I mean... it’s personal about- to you, not to me. That’s what I meant!!” Danny continued.

Clockwork stares at him, unblinking. An idea (or thousands) of what he may ask flashes through their mind’s eye. With a single, calming pulse to their Core, Clockwork pushes the involuntary slideshow of timelines aside as if they're no more than curtains. They need to focus on the window in front of them; the here and now, not the temporal drapery.

It's a habit they are trying to overcome for Daniel’s sake. To ensure their ward's growth, they need to stop peering into the near future as often- not discourage his asking of questions. After all, what is a child if not but a well of endless curiosity? Cutting Danny off is also sure to disallow the development of any trust or patience Clockwork needs to build within their young ward. They wouldn’t receive either of those things if they assume what he wanted to ask.

It's common decency to not assume, lest it ‘make an ass out of you and me’, according to Daniel.

It is going to be a tough habit to break, but by the (other) Ancients, they're trying their best. Their ward deserves the infinitesimal choices all other children have when asking things of their guardians, so even if they do glimpse to the future, they will not mention it to him. Clockwork refuses and will continue to refuse to take their ward’s agency away; to not have a choice in things is a fate worse than fading.

The boy has been quiet, stuck deep within his own thoughts even after an impressive five minutes and thirty-seven and a half seconds of silence (uncharacteristic of the boy, Clockwork notes).

Now that just won't do- he must have lost his train of thought. Clockwork gestures at the ghost boy, motioning for him to continue. It works- Danny adverting his eyes and clearing his throat, "Well, it’s just like- you know so much about me- like, how I died, the whole Ghost Zone Prince business, that entire disaster doomed timeline with Dan... I just keep thinking- no- realizing, that I barely know anything about you!!” He throws his arms up in thinly veiled frustration.

Clockwork smirks. “You had another question, did you not?” They place a hand along the edge of the closest Temporal Mirror, turning to face the mirror- still halfway facing Danny. They can see his inner debate clearly written on the boy's face- the mirror reflecting as if it were an ordinary object (for now). They turn towards it fully and watch Daniel's reaction from behind them, acting as if they aren't finding joy in their ward's hesitation. It's always adorable when he tries not to offend Clockwork. "I may be able to work with time, but that doesn't mean I wish to float here waiting for an answer all day."

Danny blinks a few times, rolling his eyes again in response. Clockwork is certain that if they weren’t secured to his skull by human musculature they’d fall out and roll away. “Well, I’m sorry for trying not to be rude and like, asking outright... but since it’s you I have to always be super direct!! Jeeze you’re frustrating sometimes!” He floats towards his mentor, crossing his arms.

Danny often forgets Clockwork isn't easily upset over trivial things such as questions. Most questions are about things they already know the answers to, anyways. And the few things that they don’t know when asked, they figure out soon after. Such is the duty of the Master of Time- to be a step ahead of everyone and everything else always. Besides, in most timelines (68.3% of them, to round up) the question Daniel wishes to ask is along the lines of ‘What was your past like?’ Another small fraction (a little under 20%) the question is ‘How did you get so strong?’ . And even in the remaining timelines, the question would be along the lines of ‘How do your time powers work?’

They are each things Clockwork expects Daniel to ask them at some point or other, as it were. There isn’t really anything Daniel can ask that could be too shockin-

“Clockwork, I was wondering… how exactly did you become a ghost?”

They... did not see that coming… in any of the timelines they’d glimpsed. Clockwork stills for only a fraction of a moment, but it’s long enough for Danny to flinch, feeling as if he’s crossed a line. They hear more than see Daniel shrinking in on himself as they look off into nothing, buried memories waking slowly in their mind.

Clockwork is brought from their introspection by a mumbled curse. “Shit! I mean... uh crap??" They just stare at Danny as they are brought back to the present. "Never mind just... sorry for asking... Oh man! Did I offend you somehow? Ancients dammit, this is what I was worried about!!” They watch him curiously, soft whirring coming from their ward's anxious core. “We can just forget about it if-” Daniel’s hands wring together nervously, shoulders tense with worry and face full of guilt.

Right- facial expressions are also important for a young ghost's emotional communication and development. Sometimes the Time Master wonders if their isolation in Long Now affected their social behavior (it did). Their face is carefully blank most times, so they set to fix it- they offer a small grin, hand coming to rest on Daniel’s shoulder. “It is more than fine, Daniel. You asked if you could ask a question- which is in fact, two questions, I should note- but I gave you consent to ask it of me.” They squeeze his shoulder to placate the worry.

“It’s about time I told you this story, as it were. I just did not foresee it being told at this very moment." Clockwork floats slowly, turning away from their Mirrors. "Come along- it’s best we sit for this. I’ll have one of your friends bring us some tea.”

Danny floats after his mentor, looking around the room the two normally use to study history of the Realms. “So, uh… is it a long story or...?”

“Oh, it is very long, indeed.” They fly through an ornate door and over to their favored 'chair'- a stack of comfortable cushions in violets and blues, both impossibly cool and warm at the same time. They recall Daniel discovering the room, eyes full of wonder and posture relaxed. Clockwork chuckles- the first time their boy had wandered in here he'd decided to take a running dive into the pile, jumping up in surprise when it was cold as ice, yet warm as fresh laundry. The expression on their ward’s face is one of their fondest memories; a happy moment amongst all the tedium of watching time.

“It may take a while to tell this tale proper. But, it is a story that ought to be told.” Daniel makes himself comfortable on his chair of choice- an unholy combination of 'borrowed' pillows and what appears to be a more modern gaming chair- complete with an obnoxiously bright green-black color scheme. Clockwork has to hide another smile as Danny wiggles himself deep into the pile. “So, Daniel- what do you know of the phrase ‘Totems of Power’?”

“I thought I was getting a story, not a pop quiz! Unfair!!” His disdain for schooling makes Clockwork laugh fondly before the boy continues. “But they’re like… hmm how do I explain this? Well, there’s the universe right? Like every timeline and every result of every timeline all at the same time kind of ties into the main universe thingy- but there's still a main timeline, and that's kinda like... Main Street, and the other possible timelines are uh... like side streets with dead ends? But there's other forces that like, aren't time and… uhhh...”

He hums, crossing his arms deep in thought. Clockwork takes the time to purr-sing-hum at one of the many blobs floating in and out of their lair; Daniel had asked them to keep some around as pets and the Time Master was happy to oblige. They were unable to deny something so beneficial to the young Prince, after all. The one deemed ‘Mr. Pants’ by one of Daniel’s friends answers their call. Clockwork buzzes to it a quiet request- ‘bring Daniel's favorite tea and mugs for two, please.’ The little thing chirrups and zips off through the walls- eager to serve the Lair’s owner and be (potentially) rewarded with pats (from Daniel).

The Time Master brings their undivided attention back toward a grumbling ghost boy, lost in thought. “Daniel if you need to ask for help I’m glad to-”

Danny snaps his fingers, coming to a realization before his mentor can finish. “I got it!! The best way to explain it is ‘The Universe needs to run smoothly, so there’s certain forces- like Time or Space- that are upheld by a powerful entity, like a person or like… the avatar of that concept? Yeah, something like that, but they ensure the aspect they represent is properly cared for so the universe doesn’t completely like, die.’” Danny nods to himself. "It's why you stepped in to stop Dan, to make sure the world didn't end like that."

“That is correct- it is my job to ensure this universe of ghosts and reality doesn't crumble prematurely. Now, do you have a recollection of any other Totems you may have encountered?”

“Well, yeah! We call them ‘Ancients’, though- so like… Pandora is the one for war and history, and Nocturn is for like… dreams? The Void or something, maybe? And then there’s old man Pariah who isn’t one, but he said there’s a Leadership Ancient somewhere, and then-” Danny pauses, blinking at Clockwork in realization. “Wait, you asked that for a reason, didn’t you?”

“That I did. Becoming the Totem, or Ancient of Time is where this story starts.” Clockwork hums, seeing Mr. Pants fly back towards the two- nearly spilling scalding tea all over the ground. “Now then. We have drinks. We are sitting comfortably. I believe it’s time I spin my tale for you.” They take a sip, closing their eyes in bliss.

They open them once more and see Daniel sitting, eyes full of stars and eager- Eager to hear, eager to fire off a question a minute. It makes a chuckle bubble up in their throat, to see their favorite person so excited to learn.

“Once upon a time, there was a human; average in most ways, a simple person living a simple life. They would get up in the morning, perform their daily tasks, and go to sleep at night. Day in, and day out- a boring, but fulfilling existence.

“However, where this story differs from what we recognize as reality, is that in this realm, humans who could control magic were the norm. Think as if it were like one of those fantasy games you and Tucker play together- mages, healers… all of those and more were commonplace when I was alive. Yes, humans can wield magic now, but it is nowhere near as frequent as they could in our tale.”

They pause, seeing that Danny was about to interrupt. “Wait wait- this realm? Like- this is a completely different reality?? And people can wield magic now??? Are you messing with me? Like… I thought it was all just-” The boy stops, his train of thought drifting off the tracks as it tends to now and then.

“Yes, first, this is a completely different realm from either the Mortal Plane or the Ghost Zone. Second, Daniel- tell me... have you not noticed the magic of those you have encountered? Blood blossoms… a reality warping gauntlet? The existence that is ‘Freakshow’ in general should be a red flag, seeing as his talents were… strangely non-ghostly in origin. Not to mention objects such as the Infi-map...”

“Man, I wish I could forget about Freakshow… who mind controls ghosts??? He was the worst!” Their young ward crossed his arms and grumbles.

“If you’re done sulking about your past misadventures and former foes, I was in the middle of telling a story, if I recall correctly. One you asked I tell you…” Clockwork simply stares, unblinking as steam wafts from their slowly cooling tea.

All is well, they knew Danny would only take approximately 4.85 seconds to snap his attention back to their story. Clockwork sips their tea, waiting.

Danny snaps out of his thoughts only a millisecond off of Clockwork's prediction. “Sorry... it’s just super weird to think that magic actually… still exists? Like ghosts are real and all but magic being a thing feels a bit far fetched, don’t ya think?” He pouts, brow furrowed.

The Master of Time finally closes their eyes, removing the hood from their head. White hair floats gracefully behind them, settling just past their shoulders. Clockwork opens their eyes again- a serious, yet warm expression directed at their ward. “Magic is simply defined as reality altering acts using both energy and the willpower of a sentient being, if that helps.” Another sip. Mr. Pants made a wonderful batch of tea, as always. They smile wider when they notice Danny’s expression- the boy has never seen them without a hood, and they know doing this will (in 99.78% of all possible timelines) convince the boy to take what they said seriously. ”Just as ghosts can be defined as ‘ectoplasm given form and consciousness’, forces beyond humanity and the physical realm can be explained with scientific terminology if you know where to look.”

“So like... what all did magic have to do with this ‘simple human’ version of you? Did you ever have the power to shoot lightning?? Could I shoot lightning if I tried? Like were you some sorta time wizard? Is that why you’re all… timey-wimey and powerful?” Danny wiggles his fingers with a look of confusion on his face.

Clockwork always finds their Core warming when their boy acts his age. He's abnormally prone to shoulder the destiny of the world on himself and often forgets he's just a kid. “You could continue asking questions one at a time, or you could allow me to tell my story. The choice is yours, Daniel.” They smirk, watching as Danny purses his lips, his steady flow of questions stopping short. The best answer. “Perfect- all is as I thought it would be.”

They close their eyes and reminisce as they continue. “Now- to answer your last question… Yes. You could say magic is how I came to be the Master of Time in both the Infinite Realms and the mortal plane, but there is much more to the story than that. Other players, situations, and pure circumstances. The universe in its infinite chances and possibilities brought myself, as well as many others to the situations they face here and now.” Clockwork pauses, taking the moment to stare straight through Danny’s soul. “Even yourself.”

The boy shudders, an appropriate response. “Wait... me? Did you… do something in the past to like… a past version of someone we know?? Can that even happen???” Danny is already enraptured by the story, eyes twinkling as his mentor opens up about themself. The boy is obviously thinking about everything that has happened, everything that could possibly have happened, and everything that Clockwork could possibly drop on him.

They feel Daniel cautiously tug on loose strands of time to see if he could possibly scope out what is about to be said, quickly failing to do much else beside give himself a small headache. “Time stuff is still really confusing, Clockwork…”

“You could say that. You could even say that trying to mess with time in the inner sanctum of Long Now is the most confusing ‘time stuff’ one could do if they were not myself.” They grin- a Temporal Mirror appearing behind them with a thought.

“What’s the mirror for?” Danny catches sight of himself and looks away, embarrassed that he’s been literally glowing with power after trying to do something so simple with his developing powers. The glow is something he’s been working on suppressing recently. After all, it would be a shame if other ghosts could see the boy powering up by aura alone.

The Master of Time smirks, bringing tea to their lips again. “I thought it would be fun to attempt braiding my hair and doing my makeup for once. It has been an awfully long time since I’ve done either.”

They stare at Danny who just bursts into laughter. “Did you just use sarcasm??? Man, I didn’t know you could lighten up, Clockwork!” The boy laughs harder, sinking deeper into his nest of pillows. After a few minutes he was finally wiping tears from his eyes. “But no. Seriously… what’s the mirror for??”

“Why, what they are always for, Daniel- seeing through time and space.” Clockwork waves their hand. The mirrors show an image of a human with dark hair and burgundy eyes. They have a large, hooked nose and medium brown skin- and Danny finds himself having a hard time guessing their gender. The human sits at a desk, paused in time with the delicate gears of a clock sprawled along the desk surface, tools in hand.

Behind Clockwork, the image changes, showing the human living through an average day- images play in small spurts, never showing the whole story. “Do you understand what’s being seen?” The young boy nods, grabbing Mr. Pants out of the air as the blob drifts between the two. Good, he will probably need the companionship, especially towards the end.

This isn’t the easiest story to tell, nor is it easy to listen to, but with a sip of their tea, Clockwork continues.

#danny phantom #invisobang #invisobang 2021 #dp #phanfic #art #my fic #RRR #dantes vibe corner

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spitpr1ncess · 3 years

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BRUISED BODIES CHAPTER 1 LEVI ACKERMAN X READER

(not my image)

“You’re too pretty for this, little girl” remarks your current company. You roll your eyes and have to hold in the audible sigh that almost escapes you. How many times you have heard the same drivel? If you were too pretty, they wouldn’t continue the silent abuse on your body, would they?

You’ve been a working girl since you barely had the ability to think for yourself. You were plucked from your poverty-stricken family with the promise of their debts being written off.

You aren’t special and your family don’t care about you, a lie you’d been telling yourself for twenty two long years. You are a slab of meat and a source of income, that’s all, and believing yourself to be more was a stupid mistake you’d learned not to make, assuming people actually cared about you had caused you more pain than any physical abuse you’d ever endured.

You’re snapped back to reality as a pair of hands paw clumsily at your breasts, you inhale and remind yourself that this is only a temporary situation, but until you figure out how, you must continue to appease the men that Jools sends your way.

Jools is like your older brother, if your older brother worked in a brothel and openly encouraged men to fuck his slightly younger sister. The two of you share an intimate relationship built on a strong foundation of sharing trauma, you know he means well.

Jools was taken around the same time you were, only, as he managed to flourish into a promising young man, he was favoured by boss, and thus, promoted. You and Jools have always seen eye to eye, his depressing background is in servicing men, just like yours and it’s how you built your relationship, why you share such a deep understanding of each other, such mutual respect. This doesn’t go unnoticed by the other girls, and as a mean result, ensures that you are on the less favourable end of their antics, often being the brunt of their absolute frustrations and jokes.

As head of appointments and bookings, alongside other things, he always tries to send you the easy ones, if Boss knew he favoured you, you’re sure Jools would be sacked, or worse, effective immediately. You’re eternally thankful that he chooses to throw you a bone, even if it doesn’t seem much to him, it means the world to you.

Your mindless wandering halts once again, as you make unfavourable eye contact with your unwelcome company, you notice he is grunting as he roughly palms his own erection with his bear-like hands, staring holes through you as he directs his dirty glare at your breasts. Without thinking you grasp his knees and push your elbows to meet, forcing your breasts to squash together in that specific way that the male gaze loves so much, accentuating their plumpness. You are the first to admit that although sex is something that is daily to you, you are a very sexual soul by nature. You love the affect you have on men, and how you can practically melt them down to nothingness in the palm of your soft hand. You’re certain it comes from the trauma that is deep rooted in your hunger for male validation

The man sat in front of you isn’t the smallest you’ve seen but he isn’t particularly well endowed either, weighing up your current circumstances, you decide to make the most of it. Standing up, you lick your lips and undo the tie to your virginal white skirt, allowing it to fall to the ground quietly. It crumples in a small pile and feverishly you step out of it, feigning nervousness. You take your willing participants bear-paw off his own erection and place is gently on the arm of his chair, straddling him, you centre yourself and gently lower down to allow your warmth to press against him. Instinctually, he grunts and pushes back, his actions clumsy and annoying yet you allow it, not wanting to anger him, the men you service are big businessmen and you know better than to piss one off. You have seen first-hand the damage they can and do cause. You let him believe he has control, you grind back and nuzzle into his neck, playing him like a game, inhaling, you pick up on cigarette smoke and some notable cologne brand, nothing out of the ordinary.

You kiss his neck, breathing over his ear, begging him to enter you, you are not stupid, the way you make men feel, like you are infatuated, like there is nothing else you need at that moment than them, always gets you tipped. And tips go straight to your pocket, and any tips that go straight to your pocket, go straight to your running-away-savings. As he clumsily lines up his erection, you lift yourself onto your elbow to assist him in his feeble attempt at entering you, you feel his tip pressed right up against you, simultaneously, you kiss him and sheath yourself entirely. It isn’t anything notable and is in fact somewhat disappointing, nevertheless, you continue to finish the job.

You inhale sharply to sell the fantasy. He grunts again, like some half dead animal, you cringe trying your hardest to not let on as you know that his tips will make the effort worth it. Like a wet dream he was having, you bounce yourself up and down, in and out, in and out, in and out. It isn’t long before you see his head fall back and he stiffens below you, he opens his mouth and grabs your ass, hard. You squeal as you feel his hot seed lacing your insides, you feign your own orgasm, making your legs shake as if you had to convince him like your life depended on it. He buys it; dirty talking you and asking various lewd and cringey questions that make you shudder, if it weren’t for you writhing on top of him, he might have picked up on it. You kiss him before finding your feet, passing him a napkin as he sheepishly cleans himself off, only now feeling shy and vulnerable. He stands and pulls his trousers up; buckling his belt quickly, he then reaches into his breast pocket, he pulls out a stack of fifties, he throws a couple on the floor by your feet. He is trying to regain his masculinity, uncomfortable about looking into your eyes, you used to let it upset you, only you are used to it, each man having the same reaction.

He leaves and you lock the door tight behind him, you tidy up, wiping the chair and cleaning away any fluid that may have made its way to places it doesn’t belong. You wander towards your bathroom; the wooden floor feels cold but welcome on your ever tired feet. You stare into the mirror; a few tears had escaped your eyes without your noticing, it was a pretty normal occurrence for you now.

You glance in the mirror and notice that she is foreign, the girl staring back. Her long brown hair pulled over one shoulder, bruises lacing her frail body, you gently trace a finger over her body and look down to see your body. It is like you are disconnected, her body has not been your body for a long time. You wipe your eyes and turn your shower on, you hop in as it is still running cold.

You inhale sharply. It hurts, and the excruciating pain is welcome, you allow your bare back to fall silently against the wall and slowly lower yourself. You protect your knees with your arms as you grasp them toward you and lay your head between the makeshift protection you have created. Loud sobs escape your lungs as if they'd been brewing for a century.

A long while passes and you don’t hear the door unlocking.

Jools lets himself in, he hears your measly sobs coming from the bathroom and heads toward them, he slides open the shower door, startled, you jump up and let out an ugly shriek, Jools looks at you, pathetic, slim, bruised and sobbing. His head falls to one side as you try to somewhat protect your modesty. Jools has seen everything you have, and you, him, yet it still feels embarrassing and intimate.

“Olive.”, his voice is cool, patient, and laced with a little sympathy, “What am I going to do with you?”, he steps into the shower, allowing his clothes to get sprayed with water, you turn to him and press your forehead to his.

“I am sorry Jools; my emotions are all over the place. I will be ready in ten minutes, just allow me to clean up”, your voice sounds tired and you let out a little sigh. Jools places a hand on your shoulder and gently turns you around. You have been each other’s comfort in such a long life of trauma and you know what is coming next, he picks up your shampoo and lathers some between his hands, he rubs his fingertips into your scalp, scrubbing the dirt of the day out of your hair.

His touch is welcome, if not a little alien. It is rare these days that a pair of hands aren’t grabbing, pulling, pinching or pushing you around, you let out a long sigh, letting go of the anxiety and slowing your heart rate, you close your eyes and allow yourself to be cared for. By the time Jools finishes showering you he is soaked, you both step out into your bedroom. You pull on your skirt and replace your corset, a “uniform” as far as Boss is concerned. You hate it, making you feel vulnerable and cheap, you would rather slip on a t-shirt and shorts, or a loose dress.

Jools discarded all his clothes sans boxers and made himself comfortable on your bed as you were stood contemplating. You stare at him, with his light brown, almost ashy blonde hair. He is handsome, you have always thought this, you just never placed you two together, with him acting the “older brother” for all intents and purposes.

Jools breaks the silence, “Your four o’clock has cancelled, it’s what I came here to tell you” he pats the bed next to him and smiles “come and sit, unless you’re going somewhere”.

You pause momentarily before undoing your skirt again, you let it fall to the ground before reaching for a pair of linen shorts sat on your vanity, pulling them on, you take a few steps before collapsing on the bed next to Jools in complete exhaustion. “I’m tired of fucking the same men Jools” you remark.

“The same men, with the same predictable sex routines, the same sized cocks, the same moves. I’m bored. I’m climbing up the walls, Jools. Throw me a bigger bone, I’m begging you.”, You feel Jools eyes on your face, you let your head fall and meet his gaze. He snorts and pulls himself closer to you. You slide your body next to his and he drapes and arm over your waist.

Your foreheads touching, you lay in comfortable silence for a while. You close your eyes miss him protectively watching over you.

“I’m not sure what I can do for you Ol, unless you want me to fuck you myself. We don’t have much new clientele and any we do have seem like the abusive type, so I deliberately don’t send them your way.” he laughs. You ponder his first sentence, unable to tell if he was joking. You try your luck and shift your weight so you’re straddling him.

“Wh.. what the fuck are you doing Ol?”, You decide that he didn’t mean it, judging by his response. You begin to tickle his sides and he goes bright red before kicking you off, you land on the wooden floor with a loud bang.

“OW. That fucking hurt you fuck.” You stand up and cross your arms like a grumpy child. Jools looks at you and sticks out his tongue, you both pause, waiting for the other to break. It is you who laughs first, shortly followed by Jools who snorts, like a little pig. You can’t stay mad at him, he is so sweet, and you started it, after all.

“I was thinking Jools. If you have some time this afternoon, maybe we could go for a walk?” Your schedule was usually so full you don’t have time to visit outside. It was the beginning of the spring too, so everything was just starting bloom, it was one of the things that gave you a little peace and hope.

“I can’t Ol, I can’t leave the others unattended, in case anything happens, you know the rules” his voice holds a little sadness and disappointment, you can tell he’d like nothing more.

“Maybe I can open up a space for you this weekend? Then we can go out together?” Jools doesn’t work weekends; part of his promotion demands of course, but you did.

“Weekend rates are higher and I rea..” Jools cuts you off.

“I will charge one of your regulars more in the week; I’ll make it up for you, pleaaase?” he draws out.

You look at his face and the little boisterous glint in his eyes. You ruffle his hair like a little boy and laugh.

“Sure thing.”, You reply.

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The Criminal Psychology Majors, Jason Todd x Fem!Reader Part 20/?

Word Count: 2.2k

Author’s Note: Y/N - your name

***IMPORTANT*** The Criminal Psychology majors will be taking a temporary hiatus as I’m getting my second dose of the vaccine today<3 I don’t know when I’ll be coming back because I don’t want to burn myself out on this series just to give content while I’m gone, yknow

Warnings: Swearing, Forgetfulness, No beta bitch we die like Jason Todd

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12) (Part 13) (Part 14) (Part 15) (Part 16) (Part 17) (Part 18) (Part 19) (Part 20)

They danced and sung the night away at the Gala. It ended at around 2:00am and everyone went back to the Wayne Manor.

Somehow it came out that they should play Uno of all things. Uno is known for being the “Friendship Ruiner” or the “Relationship Ruiner” of the world. So, of course, they played it. Why wouldn't they?

Y/N dealt the cards. She was not quick about it. At all. She really struggled to deal the cards to the entire group, but she still tried. It was the thought that counted. Or at least she thought it did.

But no one seemed to mind she was a little slower with her cards-dealing. Which was different to the up-beat, face-paced life all of them lead. One would have expected that they would want a crazy fast dealer, but no one cared.

They played well into the night, with Jason ending up tapping-out and laying in Y/N’s lap. She played with his hair and leaned down to show him the good cards she got, at least until he fell asleep. She spent the time bonding with his family.

They had always liked her. From the first time they all met her, they knew she was going to be something real. They were even impressed that Jason and her hadn’t fought yet. They were both hot-headed when they wanted to be, so when it was obvious that they put the relationship ahead of their own prides, it was something else.

They knew of the first time they had one of these moments. Y/N was at a dance competition, but Jason had to dip because of “Family Issues”, she was upset. Of course, she wanted him there and it looked like they were going to get into a huge spat about it. But, when she won that competition, she got up there and she said,

“This one is for my family, my friends, the extension of my family,” she paused, “And my boyfriend, Jason.” She smiled, “He isn’t here right now because of family issues, but he told me to follow my dreams, and here I am,” she said while raising her medal slightly, “This one was for you, baby.”

And that’s when his family knew that pride was stupid to them. Relationships are growing, changing together. And while they both stayed hot-headed, they changed that slight detail in themselves to be better partners. It was admirable.

Y/N ended up winning the last game. Half of the Waynes were sleeping, either at the coffee table where they were playing or in their rooms. She glanced over to the clock, 6:00am. She knew her parents were getting up soon, so she texted her mom,

Hey mum! So do you still want Jay and I to come over for the barbeque?

And she nudged him a little. Everyone else had left the room, so she was trying to wake him up. So they could go to his room. He groaned.

“Baby, do you want to sleep in your bed?” she whisper-asked him, leaning down to his ear and stroking his hair. He groaned and got up, started walking to his room. She followed suit. He was on his bed and passed out before she even got up there.

She laughed and walked over to him, fumbling with his suit jacket. He mumbled something about taking him on a date first, and she laughed again.

“C’mon, work with me here, you’re going to be uncomfortable if you sleep in your suit, my love.”

He groaned and took off his jacket before unbuttoning his shirt, while she got his belt undone.

“God, take me on a date first,” he mumbled.

“Shh,” she said, placing a finger over his lips, “Just go to bed, Jay.”

He sloppily kissed her neck before she cupped his face and used her position to straddle him to the bed. She kissed his forehead before getting off of him and going through his clothes. She needed something, a shirt, pants, anything she could wear.

She fumbled with getting her own dress and gloves off, ending up throwing the dress over his desk chair, hoping it would minimize wrinkling. She undid her corset and threw it on his desk. Her heels were sitting at his desk chair. The gloves on his desk.

She crawled into bed with him, being the big spoon, burying her face behind his neck. She pulled out her phone to look at her texts. One from Artemis,

Hey, dude. That dress, oh my God?

She laughed into Jason’s shoulder and sent back, I know. I know. I know. I killed it. You can’t say I didn’t.

You’re literally so right because again, oh my God. You did NOT need to wipe the floor with the rest of the guests. I mean, Selina was there and you were on her level.

That’s impressive. Selina is stunning. But I’d argue I was just below every Wayne lady.

Well, eventually you’ll be a Wayne lady.

C’mon. It’s been 6 months.

You say that like the thought hasn’t crossed your mind at least once.

Yeah, but I don’t talk to anyone about it.

You should start talking about it. Most people think about their weddings.

Okay, anyway. Why are you up so early?

I was studying most of the night with Wally.

Ah, “Studying”. Nice.

I wish! No, we were actually studying. Not like you and Jay at your little Gala. Actually had to study.

I have to study too, but exams are like next week.

Wish I could relate. Mine are today.

And you didn’t sleep? Dude.

Shh, you’re not my mom.

She laughed and fell asleep cuddling Jason. Her phone was opened, so it died.

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Jason woke up first. Looking at the time, it was 12:00pm. Y/N was sleeping behind him, still loosely holding him. He smiled. He hoped that the night before had fixed some of the issues between them. Well, he hoped there was no issues.

He didn’t want work to be more stressful than it already was. But, they were having issues. He thought it was because of finals, but he feared there was more to it. Maybe it was the fact that he’s famous. Maybe it was the fact that she couldn’t handle the fame. He hoped it wasn’t anything to do with the fame.

But the comment about the people with daggers at her throat obviously wasn't about anyone else. It was the press. He knew she had issues with the press. He always would. She always would. He wouldn’t blame her if she walked away from him because of the press. Break up or a break, she was allowed to give up because of the press. He hoped she didn’t. He hoped she never would. He didn’t want to jinx them, but he really, really, hoped that this wouldn’t end in flames.

He looked at her. He remembered the first moment he knew he loved her. They were having dinner at this hole-in-the-wall restaurant that he had seen on patrol one night. She was scarfing down the food, and he wiped away the mess on her face with his thumb. He knew then. He knew in that moment that that was it. She was it.

He was whipped and he knew it. But every time his siblings or dad brought it up, he mentioned current or past relationships they had. The only people who weren’t whipped in the Wayne household were the women.

Or maybe the all were, they were just good at hiding it. He turned around and cuddled her back He stroked her hair. He ran his fingers through her hair.

She did it to him a lot. Physical affection was something that he was used to at this point. He still didn’t know how to feel about it, but he had ended up letting Dick hug him more often. He didn’t say it was because of her, because she didn’t outright run up to him expecting hugs, she was okay with hand holding and small touches of affection. It wasn’t because of her that he started letting people in.

But he did think she was a turning point for him. For his affection. His love style. She gave a damn about him and made it clear. It wasn’t like love he was used to, but it also opened his mind to people trying to love him.

She shifted around a bit. She ended up turning her back to Jason so he became the big spoon, and he buried his face in her hair. She groaned and tugged at the blanket on his bed, pulling it onto the two of them. He helped her get it on them. She groaned again.

“You up?” he whispered.

“No... I’m in deep sleep,” she said with a slur to her speech.

“My mistake, really.”

“It is.”

He pulled her closer, “Can you wake up?”

“No.”

“That’s sad. I wanted to talk.”

“You can talk.”

“Okay so,” he said, “I realised something. Some people would say you’re changing me, that I’m becoming someone else because of you,” he paused, “I’d have to disagree. You’re not doing anything.”

“Uh huh.”

“You’re just inspiring me to do better. You influence me. You don’t intentionally go in and change me, I change because I love you.”

“That’s nice honey.”

“You could pretend you’re interested in what I have to say, my love.”

“I’m tired, Jay.”

“I danced you to Hell, I guess.”

She groaned, “I guess I can’t go back to bed, now,” she flexed her wrist, “You’ve interrupted my sleep.”

He cuddled in closer to her, “I am not sorry.”

“Of course you’re not, why would you be?” she said while she turned to face him, “You just want to see me.”

“Damn, you got me.”

She yawned, “We need to study eventually.”

“Don’t remind me.”

“I just did.”

“School’s annoying. It’s on every last never but also none of them. It’s stressful but I also met you from it. It’s something I excel at but also causes me pain.”

“I know, babe. I know,” she said as she searched for her phone, finding it, dead and under her leg. “Fuck, killed my phone.”

“Where did you even have that all night?”

“Dress has pockets. But I didn’t bring my charger,” she sighed. “I had texted my mum too.”

“Texted your mom about what?”

“She wants us to go to a family barbeque after exams.”

“That’s so suburban of your family.”

“Yet they live in a massive city. I guess you'll see my family? you like them, don't you?” she asked.

He had met her family in January of that year. He got along with her mom and dad, in spite of the language barrier between him and her dad. There was difficulty understanding each other, but they got along in their love for rock music. It warmed Y/N’s heart.

Her mom liked him just because he made her happy. They didn’t really need to get along, but they did. They both cooked, and her mom had dragged him into helping her when Y/N was watching figure skating with her dad. Apparently they hit it off.

“I have literally no idea,” he said.

“How do you not know?”

“Your sister has something off about her.”

“You know, that’s fair. I don’t blame you for that one.”

“Yeah, have you noticed she’s very... obsessed with vigilantes?”

“And you thought I was obsessed,” she joked, “Yeah, she takes it a little too far. The whole, “I want to marry a vigilante to infiltrate and kill them” thing was obviously a joke, but I feel like there was some truth to it. That scares me.”

“Thank God I’m not the only one.”

“If you don’t like her, don’t worry about it. i don’t care if you like her. We’ve had a difficult relationship all or lives. If you can be civil, it’s a win.”

“Did you have an ex openly hate your sister?”

“Yep. And he’s an ex for a reason.”

“That’s fair. I would hate it if someone openly hated one of my siblings.”

“Unless it’s Dami.”

“Unless it’s Dami, that’s very true.”

“Still don’t know what you have against that kid, he’s very sweet.”

“That’s what he wants you to think.”

“Well, then its working.”

“What a master manipulator,” he laughed. “It’s the principle of the matter, Y/N.”

“It’s the principle of the matter, Y/N,” she mocked.

“Okay listen,” he laughed, “It is. He’s a menace.”

“But you love him.”

“It’s unfortunate. He's my brother, but he is also whatever. I don’t know. He’s amazing, he’s a genius, but who knows. Maybe one day we won’t fight all the time.”

“Imaging hoping you don’t fight with your sibling.”

“Family issues, amirite?”

She groaned and got over him, “Where are you going?” he asked.

“Fuck, I don’t know. Just need to get up, to be fair.”

“Coffee?”

“Eh, probably not.”

“That’s new.”

“You betcha. I don’t feel the affects of caffeine withdrawal yet.” She looked at her dress, it was wrinkled. Which was whatever. She knew it was going to happen. She went searching for all her stuff and put it on his desk. It was spread all out over his room, she didn’t know how it happened.

“How did your shit end up everywhere?” he asked.

“Probably the same way that all your shit ended up everywhere? I have no idea.”

“What, did we fuck?”

“No!” she laughed, “Do you not remember?”

“Days are blurring together, so.”

“Well that’s not... normal?”

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