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peacelovepandora · 1 year

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Fear of You, Deep and Blue

Jake x Daughter!Reader

if you want, you can set the mood by listening to james horner's fourth track on the avatar soundtrack called "the bioluminescence of the night". but anyways, enjoyyyyy <3

"Mom! Mom! Watch!" Lo'ak exclaimed, before charging at the pond, jumping up--balling his limbs to his chest in the process--and splashing into the water.

"Oh!" Neytiri exclaimed, laughing as she leaned away, shielding her hand in front of her face, "Lo'ak!"

"Woo!" Neteyam cheered, following suit as Lo'ak resurfaced from underneath the water.

When Neteyam jumped in, Neytiri laughed as she swam backwards. Her long limbs combed through the water, each movement causing it to ripple around her. She swam a few strokes before her arm connected with a smooth, floating surface. Turning around, she quickly realized that she'd come in contact with a small lily pad. Smiling, she made her way around it before ducking beneath the water's surface.

Neteyam and Lo'ak, who had been heavily occupied with splashing one another, slowed their movements. Neteyam was the first to scan their surroundings--the grand silhouettes of trees, vines, and leaves, the scattered fan lizards gliding above their heads, the gentle sway of overgrown plant tendrils and grass as the breeze agitated them. Neighboring planets gleamed above them within the deep blue, night sky. Though movement was happening, naturally, everything seemed to reach a temporary stillness.

Then, glancing over at the soft, grassy land--adjacent to the pond, which led back to the village--Neteyam released a breath when he spotted you. Occupied by your multicolored beads and strings, you hadn't noticed the sudden silence around you.

"Hey," Lo'ak called, making Neteyam turn to him, "Where's Mom and Dad?"

Just as he asked this, Jake and Neytiri broke from the water's surface, each parent grabbing a son before throwing him in the air. Neteyam and Lo'ak screamed, flinging their limbs wildly. The element of surprise worked against them as they fell back into the water, having no time to brace themselves. Both boys landed recklessly in the water.

Jake and Neytiri laughed, high-fiving before Jake maintained his grip on her hand and pulled it to his lips. As he kissed her knuckles, she smiled, shaking her head at him.

When Neteyam and Lo'ak resurfaced, they both began yelling in protest.

"What was that for?"

"Mom!"

"No fair! You ganged up on us!"

"Not cool!"

The commotion made you look up from your beads, curious to see what had your older brothers screaming so piercingly. When you saw your parents laughing at them as they complained animatedly, you bit back a smile before lowering your head again.

Jake chuckled before turning to check on you. As expected, you hadn't moved from the spot he'd left you at. His gaze softened as his smile fell slightly. Then, after feeling a gentle hand on his arm, he turned to face his mate.

Neytiri's gaze, as soft as his, shifted from him to you. Jake turned his attention back to you as Neytiri swam closer. As she reached Jake, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Absentmindedly, his large hands cupped her waist, pulling her closer.

"Ma Jake," she whispered, "There will be a time when this cannot continue."

Jake released a sigh, keeping his eyes on you as he nodded. "I know."

As Lo'ak and Neteyam began tackling each other, once again, Neytiri leaned in, positioning herself closer to Jake's ear.

Jake lowered his gaze, focusing on the luminescent pond floor. "She was just a baby," he continued, "I mean, she still is just a baby, but she couldn't even walk yet."

Guilt flooded his eyes, making Neytiri frown before cupping his cheek. She coaxed him to face her before speaking.

"Ma Jake," she breathed, "You are not to blame. She would have followed you anywhere."

"But I should've been watching her," he whispered, "Our baby girl, she--" He shook his head, closing his eyes before continuing. "She's traumatized by this. She's not gonna wanna go near another body of water again."

Neytiri rubbed his cheekbone with her thumb. Then, after planting a kiss on his skin, she leaned back and looked at you. Jake turned to look, as well, observing you quietly.

A small smile was plastered on your lips as you excitedly finished your last bracelet. Then, looking up, you met the gaze of both your parents, making your smile widen.

"Mommy! Daddy! Come see!"

Unable to help himself, Jake broke into a wide smile, feeling his heart swell at your high-pitched, enthusiastic tone.

Neytiri smiled brightly, tilting her head as she admired you. "Coming, my love!"

Turning back to Jake, she leaned in to speak in his ear. "She is still so young," she whispered, "It is better if we solve this now, rather than later."

Jake pulled back, staring at her for a moment. Neytiri raised her eyebrows, giving him an encouraging look. Then, turning around, Neytiri called to your brothers.

"Neteyam! Lo'ak! Come!"

The boys took one last jab at each other before pulling away. As they walked out of the pond, Neytiri raised herself to a standing position before following them out.

Padding across the forest floor, both brothers ran past you, not before placing a quick hand on your head in the process.

"Straight home!" Neytiri called after them, before kneeling in front of you.

"Mommy!" you called, smiling as she eyed you endearingly.

"Yes, my sweet girl," she replied, running a hand through your long hair, "What do you have for me?"

Raising your hands, you held the ends of a beaded bracelet, which was just long enough to fit around Neytiri's wrist. "A gift!" you answered, eyeing her eagerly for approval.

"Oh, ‘itetsyìp ," she cooed, grabbing your face and pressing her forehead against yours, emitting giggles from you, "It is the most beautiful!"

As Neytiri held out her wrist, allowing you to tie the bracelet on, the sound of rippling water caused you to look up. Jake stepped out of the water, tilting his head to catch a glimpse of the bracelet. You smiled up at him before completing the knot.

"Daddy!" you squealed, quickly grabbing your second bracelet, "Don't worry, I didn't forget about you! See?"

Jake chuckled, though his smile didn't reach his eyes, as he kneeled before you. "I get one too?" he asked.

"Mhm! Hold your hand out!" you instructed, making him smile again.

Following your orders, he held his wrist out, letting you wrap the beaded string around it. As you concentrated on tying, Neytiri placed her hand on your head and kissed your hair. When her lips connected with your head, she looked up, eyeing her mate.

Feeling her eyes on him, Jake looked up to meet Neytiri's gaze. His expression fell slightly as she pulled away, standing up silently. Giving him one last nod, she slipped away into the forest.

When you finished your knot, you raised your hands in celebration. "Done!" you exclaimed, making Jake turn his attention back to you, "Do you like it?"

Jake smiled softly, raising his wrist to admire your work. "Wow, look at that," he breathed, turning his wrist over, "My baby girl's the best bead artist in all of Pandora!"

You giggled, making his smile grow. Lowering his wrist, he held his hands out to you, motioning you over.

"C'mere," he instructed softly.

He watched as you stood up, brushing off your backside before turning to face him. Then, you took one small step forward, a mischievous twinkle in your eyes. Jake tilted his head, instantly picking up on your playful aura. When you took another small step forward, he raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, we're playin' that game, huh?" he asked, lowering his hands to brace himself.

Giggles poured from your lips as you braced yourself before sprinting in the opposite direction.

"Oh, that was a big mistake, baby!" he called, running after you.

You screamed, sprinting across the grass before reaching a tree. When you darted behind it, Jake reached it, grabbing onto the trunk. Your giggles grew louder as you peeked around the trunk, only to be met with your father's looming figure.

"I see you!" he exclaimed, making you squeal and run to the other side.

Jake laughed loudly, mimicking your movements as he switched sides. When you peeked around the opposite side, Jake hid his presence for a moment. Then, he popped his head out with a growl.

"You can't hide from me!" he barked, making you scream and run back around.

As easily as it would've been for him to catch you, a childish part of him thrived in the chase. So, he let you run around the tree before padding after you, reaching his hands out like claws.

"I'm gonna get you!" he yelled, quickly gaining on you, "Those little legs can only carry you so far!"

Jake dropped to his knees and skidded across the forest floor, sliding behind you and grabbing your waist. You screamed as he lifted you, flipping you upside down. Then, he pulled you to his chest, keeping one arm wrapped around your legs--which were kicking wildly--as he poked your stomach repeatedly with his other hand.

"Is this what you want? Huh?" he teased, switching to lightly wiggling his fingers over your soft stomach, making you go wild, "You want Daddy to give you some belly laughs?"

You shook your head, unable to get a word out through your laughter.

"No? You sure?" he asked, raising his tone to be heard over your laughs, "Because whenever you wanna provoke me, this is how we solve things."

You shook your head, raising your hands to cover your face.

"Ah, no you don't," Jake said, quickly digging into your hollows to make you lower your hands, "Don't you dare hide that smile from me."

He flipped you right-side up, wrapping his arms around your tiny body and pulling you close. Your giggles died down as he pressed his face against the side of your head, nuzzling into you.

Releasing a sigh, he cupped your head. "My sweet girl," he breathed, "I can never get enough of that smile of yours."

Wrapping your arms around Jake's neck, you pulled yourself closer.

"I love you, Daddy."

Though he knew it wasn't physically possible, he'd almost convinced himself that his heart had turned to mush in that moment. Lowering you, he pressed your head against his chest as he began petting your head, working his hand slowly through your dark waves.

"I love you more, baby. You know I'll always protect you, right?" he asked, making you nod, "I'd reign all hellfire if anything happened to you."

Glancing down, he grew relieved as he saw your eyes drooping closed. However, his relief morphed into anxiety and guilt as he looked towards the pond.

A small noise came from your lips, making Jake snap his gaze back down to you. However, he relaxed when he saw that you'd simply let out a small whimper in your sleep.

"Shhhh," he hushed you, watching as your hand subconsciously slid down his collarbone before settling on his chest.

With every breath he took, your small hand rose and fell with his chest. Ever since you were an infant, you'd always found comfort in filling his heartbeat as you drifted off.

As Jake's mind wandered back to memories of you as a baby, he was unable to stop it from traveling to that night.

"It's mine!" Lo'ak exclaimed, charging after his brother.

"I had it first!" Neteyam protested, water splashing at his feet as he ran into the pond.

"Aye! Both of you!" Jake called, running after his sons, "Quit it now! Give it to me!"

Jake briefly put you down before climbing into the pond. Neteyam and Lo'ak had already made their way to the deeper end, much to Jake's annoyance. He began swimming after them, scolding them in the process.

As you watched your father, you let out amused giggles, clapping your hands. Then, as he got farther away, you frowned slightly, your instincts wanting him close to you again.

Since your only method of travel was with your hands and knees, you began to crawl along the side of the pond. You babbled as you followed Jake, continuing along the edge as he swam farther into the deep end.

"Stop! No! Give it to me!" Jake chided, gripping Neteyam's wrist and snatching the object from his grasp, "Both of you need to cool it. Now."

"Dad!" Neteyam exclaimed, pointing past Jake as Lo'ak smacked the back of his head.

"Aye!" Jake barked, snatching Lo'ak's arm, "What did I just say?"

"Dad!" Neteyam yelled again, eyes wide with fear as he continued to point.

Jake looked at Neteyam, following his finger before sharply turning around. He caught sight of your hand reaching the edge of the pond before you stopped, smiling as you realized that you had Jake's attention again.

"Y/N!" Jake yelled, eyes wide as he bolted back towards you, swimming furiously.

"Dad, get her!" Lo'ak yelled, panic echoing in his tone.

Jake had almost reached you when your hand went over the edge, causing you to plummet into the water. Though you were an infant, the feeling of the icy cold temperature rushing into your lungs--along with the suffocating gasp you took--would forever be ingrained in your mind.

"Shit!"

Your father's eyes expanded with panic as he took a sharp breath and dived. It took him no time to spot you, given that the pond's floor glowed with a radiance that matched the rest of the forest. Your tiny body squirmed as a confused panic overwhelmed your young mind.

Jake straightened his body, shooting forward with a fresh momentum before grabbing you. Within a couple of seconds, he reached the surface, raising you above his head in order to help you resurface first. As he gasped and blinked rapidly, your coughs and cries immediately triggered his panic reflex.

"Y/N!" Neteyam yelled.

Ignoring his sons' calls, Jake pulled you to his chest and hopped out of the water. Then, he began patting your back, coaxing water out of your lungs as you spit up repeatedly.

"Oh my God, baby," Jake cooed, voice shaking with panic, "Baby, baby, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry."

He gently bounced you once before patting your back again. "That's it, that's it. Get it all out."

Once your coughing was completed, it was replaced by crying. Jake cursed himself as he pulled you to his chest, bouncing you gently as he cupped your small head in his hand.

"I'm so sorry, baby girl. I'm so sorry," he cooed, "Shhhh, it's over now. Daddy has you. Daddy's got you."

Jake closed his eyes, feeling a fire spark within him as the memory concluded. He still held a great deal of anger at himself. In many ways, he felt as though he'd failed to protect you. Furthermore, he was reminded of it every time you refused to go near a larger body of water.

However, he also knew that his mate was right. It was better to get you over this fear now than later. You couldn't go your whole life avoiding water.

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Releasing a sigh, you blinked briefly as a yawn pushed its way through your lips. As your vision began to clear, you leaned your head up. Immediately, you were met with the tender gaze of your father.

Smiling, you wrapped your arms around his neck. "Hi, Daddy."

He smiled briefly. "Hi, baby," he answered lowly, "Have a good nap?"

You nodded. "Mhm."

Turning away from him, you rubbed your eyes before opening them once again. As your surroundings materialized before you, a paralyzing panic shot through your entire body. Eyes widening, you looked around, moving your gaze from Jake's arms around your body to the pool of water that surrounded you. Turning frantically, you spotted the grassy forest floor, several feet away.

"No," you breathed, tears gathering in your eyes, "No! No! Daddy! No!"

"Y/N, Y/N," Jake called calmly, tightening his grip on you as you began squirming, "Baby, look at me. Look at me, sweetheart."

He'd never seen you break down so fast. Pure terror befell your eyes as you began screaming. Your piercing voice echoed throughout the entire forest, agitating a swarm of fan lizards as they took off above you.

Jake felt his heart shattering within his chest as he maintained his steel grip on you, knowing that he would need to tough it out for the results he wanted in the end.

Nevertheless, he couldn't help thinking that he did this to you. He was the reason that water terrified you so deeply. However, this weighing guilt gave him the strength to assure an end to this fear. Once you saw how harmless and beautiful water could be, you would be able to move past this.

"Baby girl, please," he begged softly, "Look at me. Look at Daddy."

However, the longer he held you, the more he realized that his words would do nothing to soothe your tears. This was pure, genuine fear, and you simply needed to cry it out.

So, after releasing a sigh, he pressed your head against his chest, once again. Bouncing you gently, he let you cling to him and scream at the top of your lungs. Closing his eyes and tilting his head back, he continued to remind himself that this was for your own good.

Jake didn't time it, so he had no idea how long you cried, but he'd never forget the relief that washed over him when you finally began to calm down. Opening his eyes, he lowered his gaze to you, watching as your hoarse voice began to quiet down. Keeping his vision trained on you, he waited as your cries turned to sniffles. Then, after a long moment, you grew silent, wiping your swollen eyes with your hands.

Before saying anything, he let you look around. He wanted you to observe your situation and process the lack of danger on your own. Still hiccuping with the occasional sniffle, you looked around, taking in the serene state of the pond.

Finally, you looked back up at Jake, eyeing him vulnerably. He released a breath through his nose, smiling softly as he tilted his head.

"You ready to hear me out now?" he asked.

Your small hand moved over his chest, resting over his heart. Lowering your gaze, you nodded.

"Okay," he began, tilting your head back up with his pointer, "I need you to know that I'm not gonna let anything happen to you tonight. Do you understand?"

You pouted, looking around before nodding.

"Water is not always scary. It cleanses us, relaxes us, hydrates us, offers us methods of travel," he continued, "and once your body learns how to interact with water, it can do so much for you, baby."

You released a breath, still eyeing the pond with uneasiness. Slowly, Jake began to lower himself. "There are countless situations where water can be harmless. I need to show you that so you don't have to be afraid anymore."

Whining slightly, you clung to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. Immediately, he stopped his movements.

"You want a moment?" he asked.

After you nodded, he maintained his position, allowing you to adjust to your proximity to the water. Once you grew comfortable, you looked back at him.

"Can I keep going?" he asked gently, earning a nod from you.

Jake resumed lowering himself, finally stopping when your feet were just above the water. He tightened his grip before speaking once more.

"I got you," he said simply.

As he slowly lowered you both into the water, you tucked your face into his neck, squeezing your eyes shut. You felt the temperature slightly drop around you. Once the water was up to your chest, Jake halted his movements, allowing you to adjust.

In the silence of the night, the only sound you heard was the soft rippling of the water that surrounded you. For a few minutes, you kept yourself tucked into Jake's neck, not daring to lift your head. However, after Jake placed a hand over your head, petting your hair, you slowly gained the courage to sit up.

When you did, you gasped, looking around at how close the water was to you. Jake watched you closely, monitoring your state.

Then, you released a breath, feeling your fear begin to slip off of you. Jake lifted his hand from the water, running it softly over the back of your head before lowering it.

"You okay?"

When you nodded, he sighed, smiling slightly.

"Okay," he answered, "Now, I've told you about holding your breath before, right? Let me see you do it."

Meeting his eyes, you took in a deep breath and puffed up your cheeks. Jake laughed, nodding briefly.

"Exactly. Good girl." He bounced you once, readjusting his grip on you. "Now, that's what you always have to do when you go underwater. No matter what, don't take a breath while underneath. That's how it hurts your chest."

Raising a hand, he placed it over your small chest. "Right here. But if you hold your breath, going under won't hurt you."

Releasing the breath you'd been holding, you lowered your gaze to his hand, which was still resting on your chest. Then, you looked back into his eyes--eyes that assured a sense of security that no one could match.

Jake shook his head. "That's all it is."

When he lowered his hand, wrapping it back around your body, you glanced around one more time. Jake waited for you to meet his gaze again before raising an eyebrow.

"Can we try?" he asked, squeezing you briefly.

You took a small breath and nodded.

Jake smiled, grabbing your hand and pressing it against his chest.

"Ready?" he asked, "Deep breath."

The two of you inhaled deeply before he lowered your bodies beneath the water's surface. The cool rush was a shock to your mind, but you found the sensation slightly refreshing. Opening your eyes, you were met with a view of your father, his eyes watching you as his queue floated freely behind him. He nodded to you, giving you a close-lipped smile.

When he brought you back up, you both inhaled deeply, blinking rapidly as water dripped down your faces. You panted, looking around as Jake held you to him.

Cupping your head, he raised his eyebrows. "You okay?"

As your panting breaths calmed, you felt a small smile tug on your lips. "Again, Daddy."

His eyes widened as he gawked at you. For a moment, he remained silent. However, his blank stare turned into a wide smile. Before long, his smile broke into relieved laughter.

"A-Again?" he repeated, cupping your cheek.

You nodded, unable to resist smiling with him.

Jake released a breath, shaking his head. "Oh, good girl," he breathed, squeezing you to him and peppering you with kisses, "Good girl, good girl."

You giggled as he leaned back, wiping some hair from your face. "My brave girl," he whispered, "God, I love you so much."

"Again, Daddy," you repeated, making him chuckle before nodding.

"Alright, we'll go again. Ready? Deep breath."

As you repeated your actions, you stayed underneath longer. Looking around, you took in the glowing pond floor. You felt as though you were seeing a completely different version of the world. Then, after looking back at Jake, you pressed your hand against his chest.

Jake looked down, smiling at your hand placement before pulling you close, holding you as your hair floated wildly around you.

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onlyonetifosi · 10 months

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The sun shone brightly as Y/N and Max Verstappen, her husband and the reigning Formula 1 World Champion, laid asleep next to her. Their twin boys, Liam and Luca, were eight years old who had inherited their father's passion for racing and had been karting since they were four; and their baby girl, Elisse, was five. With a heart full of love and a life full of adventure, they were a family bound by their passion for racing. In the Verstappen household, mornings were filled with laughter and excitement.

"Boys, breakfast is ready!" YN called out, her voice carrying through the spacious house.

The children raced down the stairs, their little feet barely touching the ground. YN watched with a smile as Liam and Luca donned their miniature racing suits, their tiny helmets resting proudly on their heads.

"Morning, my racing stars," Max said, his eyes twinkling with pride. He placed Elisse in her high chair and ruffled Liam's and Luca's hair.

"Daddy, we can't wait for today!" Liam exclaimed, his face beaming with anticipation.

Luca nodded vigorously. "Yeah, and we'll be even faster than you, Dad!"

YN chuckled, setting a plate of scrambled eggs in front of Liam. "Well, boys, you've certainly got the talent. Just don't forget to eat your breakfast first. Champions need fuel, you know."

The twins exchanged excited glances before digging into their breakfast, fueling their bodies for the exhilarating karting competition ahead. As they ate, their lively chatter filled the room, recounting stories of their karting adventures and cheering for their favorite drivers. Max looked on, marveling at the indomitable spirit his children had inherited.

"Daddy, look at my helmet! Just like yours!" Liam exclaimed, his eyes shining with admiration for his father.

Max beamed at his son, ruffling his hair affectionately. "You're a true champion, just like your dad!"

Luca, not one to be left out, tugged on Max's sleeve. "Papa, do you think I can be as fast as you one day?"

Max's grin widened as he lifted Luca into his arms. "Absolutely, buddy. You have racing in your blood!"

YN wrapped her arms around the trio, feeling blessed beyond measure. "Alright, boys, it's time to get ready for school. Elisse, sweetheart, do you want to help Daddy prepare your breakfast?"

The little girl's eyes sparkled with delight, knowing that her time with her father was precious. "Yes, Mommy! I'll help Daddy!"

As they all gathered in the kitchen, the smell of pancakes wafted through the air. Max held Elisse in his arms, guiding her delicate hands as she poured the batter onto the sizzling pan.

"Daddy, can we go to the track today?" Liam asked, his voice brimming with anticipation.

Max nodded, flipping a pancake skillfully. "Of course! We're going to meet up with Uncle Daniel, Uncle Charles, Uncle George, Uncle Alex, and Uncle Pierre at the track. It's going to be a fantastic day!"

After a hearty breakfast, the Verstappen family hopped into their car, the twins eagerly buckling up in the backseat. The drive to the racetrack was filled with chatter and laughter, their voices blending harmoniously.

Arriving at the track, they were welcomed by a sea of F1 fans, all eagerly waiting to catch a glimpse of their favorite drivers. The children, wide-eyed with excitement, clung to their parents' hands tightly.

As they made their way through the paddock, YN smiled and waved at familiar faces. Kika, Pierre Gasly's girlfriend, approached them with open arms.

"YN, Max! The gang's all here!" Kika exclaimed, her joyful tone infectious. "Lily and Carmen are waiting for you near the pits."

The Verstappen children, having formed a close bond with the other F1 drivers' families, ran towards their friends. Lily, Alex Albon's girlfriend, scooped up Luca in her arms, spinning him around playfully.

"Uncle Alex says I'm his lucky charm!" Luca giggled, his laughter filling the air.

"Uncle Charles said he wants to race with us too!" Luca exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

Y/N's eyes twinkled with amusement as she played along, "Oh, really? Well, you better watch out. Uncle Charles might be fast, but you two are the fastest kids on the karting track!"

Carmen, George Russell's girlfriend, smiled warmly at the sight of the children. Elisse toddled over to her, her tiny hands reaching out for a hug.

"Look at my little princess!" Carmen cooed, planting a gentle kiss on Elisse's cheek. "George is waiting for all of you by the garage. He's ready to show off his driving skills!"

The children beamed, feeling a sense of belonging in their racing family. They clung to their "uncles" and "aunties," forming a bond as strong as any blood relation.

The girls were talking and catching up while watching from the stands how Max, Charles, Alex, George and the Verstappen twins raced each other.

Kika chimed in "Liam and Luca are incredible. They're going to be the next big thing in motorsport!"

"They have the talent, that's for sure. But it's their passion that makes me the proudest"

Max and Y/N's baby girl, Elisse, sat in her mother's lap, her eyes wide with wonder. The five-year-old was the apple of her father's eye, and the ultimate daddy's girl. Max showered her with affection, and she basked in his adoration.

"Mommy, can I have chocolate croissants?" Elisse, the five-year-old little girl , asked her mum, her doe-like eyes sparkling with innocence.

Y/N scooped Elisse into her arms, pressing a loving kiss to her rosy cheek. "Of course, my sweet girl. Just for you."

The conversation continued as they settled into their seats. Lily, Alex Albon's girlfriend, and Carmen, George Russell's girlfriend, joined them. The four women chatted animatedly, their bond strengthened by their shared experiences and love for the sport.

"¡Hoy fue increíble!" Carmen exclaimed in Spanish, her eyes sparkling.

Y/N laughed, replying in Spanish as well. "Sí, nuestras futuras estrellas están arrasando. Los quiero tanto."

Liam emerged victorious, a wide grin spreading across his face. Luca, not far behind, joined his brother in celebrating their accomplishments. The twins had made their mark, leaving an indelible impression on the track.

Y/N, overcome with joy, rushed toward the boys, sweeping them into a tight embrace. "You did it! I'm so proud of you both!"

Max joined the embrace, his pride shining through. "My little champions! You're incredible!"

"Daddy, Liam and Luca are so fast!" Elisse exclaimed, her voice filled with admiration.

Max chuckled, planting a kiss on her forehead. "Yes, they are, sweetheart. Just like you, they make Daddy very proud."

Max scooped Elisse up into his arms and peppered her with kisses. "How's my princess doing?"

"Great race, boys!" Max exclaimed, hugging them into his arms and planting kisses on their cheeks while having Elisse in his arms. "You were amazing, my little champions!"

"Daddy, I'm faster than you!" Liam declared, his eyes shining with triumph.

Max feigned a look of surprise, his voice filled with mock disbelief. "Oh, is that so? Well, I guess I'll have to step up my game then!"

Liam and Luca couldn't wait to show Elisse their karts and introduce her to their world of racing.

"Elisse, look!" Luca exclaimed, his eyes shining with excitement. "This is my kart! It's super fast!"

Elisse clapped her hands in delight, her gaze moving to Liam's kart. "And this one is Liam's kart! It's just as cool!"

Liam puffed out his chest, grinning. "That's right! We're going to teach you everything we know, Elisse!"

Elisse's face lit up, a smile that mirrored her father's adorning her lips

After an exhilarating day at the track, the Verstappen family returned home, their hearts filled with joy and memories. YN tucked the children into their beds, their eyelids growing heavy with sleep. "Daddy, do you love me more than racing?" Elisse asked, her voice filled with innocence.

Max's eyes softened, and he kissed Elisse's forehead. "Darling, you're my princess. There's nothing in the world that I love more than you"

Elisse giggled, hugging her father tightly. "I love you, Daddy"

Max grinned. "I love you too, my little angel"

Elisse giggled again, her little hands reaching out to touch Max's face. She was a daddy's girl through and through, and Max loved every moment of it.

"Daddy, will you tell us a bedtime story?" Elisse asked, her voice soft and sweet.

Max settled beside his daughter, his eyes twinkling. "Once upon a time, there was a young racer named Max, who had a family of champions…"

As Max wove a tale of dreams and triumphs, the children drifted into peaceful slumber, their hearts filled with the love of their racing hero. In the Verstappen household, every day was an adventure, every moment a cherished memory, and their love for one another shone brighter than any trophy ever could.

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Book 7: The Ruler of the Abyss – Chapter 5 (Part 2)

Following is part 2 of my translation of Chapter 5 of Book 7: The Ruler of the Abyss. This part contains episodes 7-73 to 7-77.

Main storyline spoilers after the cut!!

Episode 7-73

Battle Map Conversation

Baul: General! The Silver Owl is closing in us from behind! They’ve sent their cavalry after us.

Lilia: Tsch… Just as I thought, they aren’t going to give up that easily. Running away would be a disgrace on the Imperial Guard. Men, to battle!

Battle Map Conversation

Sebek: It appears the Silver Owl abandoned some of their horses and fled.

Silver: I feel bad for them, they won’t be able to eat anything with all their tack on. I’ll go lend them a hand.

Baul: Oi, those animals have no idea who you are. It’s dangerous to get near them!

Silver: Shh, it’s alright… Are you hurt? I’m sorry we dragged you into this.

(The horse whinnies)

Baul: What on- …. He already tamed the horse, just like that?

Sebek: Silver and I both partake in the Equestrian Club back at Night Raven College. We’re well versed in techniques for calming nervous horses. …And Silver is especially skilled at winning them over.

Silver: I’ll take the rest of your gear off for you. …Huh? There’s a first-aid kit in one of these bags.

Lilia: A first-aid kit? Great work, Silver. I’ll be glad to use that.

Battle Map Conversation

Silver: Do you think we shook them off our tail? We’ve come pretty far.

Lilia: Who knows. If I were them, I’d go ahead and station some troops by the Valley of Howling Winds, just in case the enemy got away.

Silver: “The moment you think you’ve won is when you’re at your most vulnerable.” …As they say.

Lilia: Precisely. Now stay sharp!

Battle Map Conversation

Iron One A: It’s Vanrouge’s gang! To battle!!

Iron One B: Armored excavator, advance!

Baul: Looks like your prediction was spot on, General.

Lilia: They’re an obstinate lot, aren’t they. I’ll go chase ‘em off… *cough cough*!

Sebek: Sir Lilia, please step back! We shall handle this!

Lilia: …Fine. I’ll save my energy for the main event, then.

Sebek: Out of the waaaay! The Imperial Guard is on the march!

Battle Map Conversation

Grim: I can see the Valley of Howling Winds up ahead!

Sebek: Hmph! I’m surprised you’ve been able to keep up with us thus far, considering how often you’re subjected to Vargas’s supplementary lessons.

Grim: Heh heh, you finally startin’ to see how great I am? Vargas doesn’t play around when he’s trainin’ me, you know!

Sebek: To think, our Master Chef courses and flying curriculum would end up serving us so well…

Silver: Right? Feels like when we get back to school, I’ll be twice as pumped to do my schoolwork.

Battle Map Conversation

Baul: Even our men have their limits, it seems. No surprise there, considering we raced across the Crimson Plain like that… General, let’s all rest for a bit.

Lilia: Guess we don’t have much of a choice. If we keep chugging along like this, I can already tell our men will start dropping like flies. But we didn’t have enough time to grab any food or water from the fortress before we left, since we made such a hasty retreat.

Silver: Ah, if you’re fine with bread and water… I have enough for everyone.

Baul: Nice work! But where on earth did you get your hands on all that?

Silver: Some kitchen workers at the fortress gave it to us.

Baul: What!? Humans gave it to you!?

Sebek: They told us, “Our job as kitchen workers is to feed those who are hungry. I don’t know if this will suit a fae’s palette, but go ahead and take it.”

Baul / Lilia: ….

Imperial Guards: ….

Lilia: We’re in no position to turn up our noses right now. I’d gladly eat anything my enemy gave me at this point.

Battle Map Conversation

Lilia: …I can smell iron and oil in the air…. Once we cross this river, we’ll be able to see Briar Castle. Please… Please let us make it in time….!

Battle Map Conversation

Silver: Looks like some of those excavators were here, you can see their tracks all over the ground…

Grim: And all the trees and the meadow are all torn up.

Sebek: Perhaps the Silver Owl and the Imperial Guard had a skirmish here?

Imperial Guard A: Gyagyaaa!

Baul: General! Man down at your 2 o’ clock!

Lilia: That armor… He’s one of the guardsmen that was supposed to teleport back to the castle! Oi, get a hold of yourself! Where is everyone?

Imperial Guard B: Gauu…. Gau… Garuru….

Baul: What- …Your whole squad was wiped out by those iron devices and the Knight of Dawn?

Lilia: And the remaining members of the Guard are with Meleanor at the castle… Understood.

Imperial Guard B: Garuru….

Lilia: It’s okay, we’re here now. You fought well, and now it’s time for you to rest. The Night’s Blessing upon Ye.

Iron One A: Is that… Is that the “Dragon’s Right Hand Man” Vanrouge!?

Iron One B: I thought we finished them off back at the fortress!? How are they still alive!?

Baul: General! They’ve sent reinforcements!

Lilia: Let’s hurry and wrap things up here. The castle’s just ahead!

Vicinity of Castle

Sebek: So that is Briar Castle… What a splendid fortification! And within its mighty walls we shall find the Young Lord and Lady Meleanor…!

Silver: !! Sebek, look over there!

Grim: Woah! There’s tons of those iron guys everywhere!

Silver: And they’ve got a bunch of those excavators and catapults with them.

Baul: Unbelievable…. They don’t just have the castle surrounded; they’re overrunning the entire Verdant Moors!

Yuu: Look, some of the soldiers are wearing armor that’s different from the rest…

Baul: Those damned Silver Owls. They must’ve gotten backup from some of the neighboring countries. Their greed for our natural resources is absurd.

Lilia: Those guys might just be some mercenaries the Silver Owl paid off. Doesn’t make sense otherwise why there’s so many of them…

Baul: From this distance, we should be able to use teleportation magic without it putting too much of a burden on our bodies. But even if we make it inside, I’m not sure how we’re going to evacuate the princess… Maybe we can wait for reinforcements from Black Scale Castle… No, but then…

Lilia: Doesn’t matter if we get backup or not, won’t do us any good.

Sebek: But-!

Lilia: We need to get Lady Meleanor and the egg out of there, that’s our top priority. If we can make it to the Mystic Mountains bordering Black Scale Castle, we can take advantage of the rich supply of magical energy there. And we’ll have the high ground, to boot.

Silver: The enemy’s perimeter here is a lot thicker than it was back at the fortress. How do you intend to get through on our way out?

Lilia: We’ll have to nix teleportation magic, since we can’t guarantee the egg would make it through in one piece. And if we try just flying away, we’ll be easy targets for the enemy’s wizards and archers. So our best bet would be… using the old waterways underneath the castle. If my memory serves, they meet up with the river that flows down from the mountains. I already know Lady Meleanor is going to be nitpicking how dark and muggy it’ll be down there, but…

Baul: If we want to get them out safely, that sounds like our only option at this point.

Lilia: Trying to convince the princess to evacuate is probably going to be a monumental pain in the ass, huh… Geez.

Imperial Guard A: Gyaa! Gyaaa!

Iron Ones: Uoooooh!

Everyone: !!

Sebek: Why have they suddenly worked themselves into a frenzy?!

Grim: Look! There’s somethin’ shinin’ real bright on that bridge over there.

Baul: General… That’s!

Lilia: Blinding white armor, and hair as golden as the sun…. There’s no mistaking him, that’s the Knight of Dawn!

Episode 7-74

Silver: So that’s him, that’s the man whose strength even General Vanrouge acknowledges…

Silver: …Augh!

Sebek: Silver, what’s the matter?

Silver: I’m not… sure… I just feel so… so drowsy…!

Grim: Silver, your clothes are startin’ to glow again!

Silver: It’s the… ring?

Sebek: I sense a strange magic emanating from it. What in the world is that ring?

Silver: I don’t… know. Father said my... parents entrusted it to me… when I was.. a baby…

???: Ah ha ha ha! We have you surrounded, fae! So listen up! I bet right now you’re looking at a sea of our flags billowing in the wind, huh? Nobody’s gonna come and save you, and there’s nowhere for you to run.

Baul: Is he using magic to make his voice louder? What a racket!

Grim: Is that the Knight of Dawn talkin’?

Lilia: No, it’s the guy standing next to him who’s talking. The one who’s as big as a barrel and has a slimy-ass voice to match… His name is…

Henrik: I am Henrik István, the leader of the Silver Owl! Time and time again, we have offered, in upmost sincerity, to negotiate with the Land of Briar. However…. You curs have squandered our every attempt! Your insolence and arrogance are irreprehensible! And despite how kind we’ve been, we do have a limit to our patience, you know. The time for talk is OVER! We’ll have to settle things with our swords from here on out! Look! My countrymen span these lands as far as the eye can see! You have no hope for victory! If you’re smart, you’ll do the reasonable thing and hand over the “Princess Glow” magical stone and Briar Castle to us!

Iron Ones: Yeaaaaaah!!!

Everyone: What…!?

Henrik: However, unlike you all, we’re not monsters. As such…. I’ll give you one chance. Princess, I challenge you to a one-on-one duel with our commanding officer, the Knight of Dawn! If you accept this challenge - upon your honor, of course - and you manage to win… then I vow we will leave the castle. I’ll give you 30 minutes to think things over. And you better think carefully!

Knight of Dawn: ……..

Baul: A duel with the Knight of Dawn…!? That’s ridiculous! It’s obviously a trap!

Lilia: We have no time to waste. Let’s teleport to the castle, quick!

Henrik: I wonder what that witch will choose. Well, regardless if she decides to keep holing herself up in the castle, or come out here and fight, we win either way. Heh heh heh… …Ahh, I’ll never forget the day I laid eyes on the Princess Glow. Its luster was indescribable! Ugh, I wish I had it in my hands right now... No, not just the stone. I’ll take her dragon egg, too! When it hatches, I can ride the little sucker into battle. Ah ha ha ha ha!

Knight of Dawn: ….

Henrik: What? If you have something to say, spit it out already.

Knight of Dawn: Lord Henrik, I really don’t think we should be doing this…

Henrik: What did you just say? Don’t tell me you already forgot the debt you owe to my father? He took in an absolute nobody like you, an orphan, and raised you out of the kindness of his heart!

Knight of Dawn: …I’m incredibly grateful to your father and his wife. As well as to all his family members – you, my Lord, and Lady Leia included. But I…

Henrik: Zip it! All you’re good for is waving that sword around, and I’m telling you to go wave it. Stop overthinking things, and just do what I say! Everyone in the surrounding nations lives in fear, wondering when those brutish dragons will come burn down their villages. And that’s precisely why we were able to drum up so much support from them. Besides, legend says the “Princess Glow” is able to perform miracles, and if we get our hands on it… We might be able to heal father’s uncurable ailment.

Knight of Dawn: …!

Henrik: Every day and every night, Leia prays for her beloved father to get better. I’m sure you know that, right? Even if you beg and you plead, those arrogant faes are never going to help us. We’ve got no other choice but to fight them, really!

Knight of Dawn: That’s…

Henrik: Hmph. Don’t you dare hold back on them. You absolutely have to win this duel. If you want all us humans and father…. And Leia to be happy, that is!

(Henrik departs)

Knight of Dawn: ….Is it too late to turn back?

Episode 7-75

Lilia: Ugh… Dammit, the teleportation magic really did make my wounds act up again.

Yuu: You okay?

Lilia: Nothing for you to worry about. Now then…

???: As you lay there in your warm, warm cradle

The starlight rejoices overhead

Sebek: Hmm..? Is someone singing?

???: And I gaze upon you, always. Come stay with me

Shh, you’re safe here – both awake and in your dreams

Silver: !! This lullaby, it’s…

???: Now sleep, sleep, my beloved child

I pray you’ll walk towards that light

That light that will guide you in your dreams…

Yuu: What a lovely voice…

Lilia: …Oh, geez. How the hell could she be singing right now. Does she seriously have no clue what kind of situation we’re in? Come on, let’s go.

Lilia: Are you okay, Lady Meleanor!?

Meleanor: You’re late, Lilia!!

(Meleanor blasts lightning at Lilia)

Lilia: Ack! That was close!

Grim: Waaaah! What the heck!?

Meleanor: Where on earth have you been fooling around this time!? Do you not understand my egg and I are in danger!? You idiots! You fools! You good-for-nothings!!

Lilia: My sincerest apologies, Lady Meleanor! I admit that I, General Vanrouge, suffered an embarrassing defeat against the enemy. That’s why we weren’t able to make it back earlier!

Meleanor: I don’t care for your excuses! Each and every one of you is a disgrace upon the Imperial Guard!

Baul: I-I beg your forgiveness, Lady Meleanor! *Meleanor strikes him with lightning* …Aaaaugh!

Grim: Geez, her singing voice was so nice and pretty but this princess is scary!

Lilia: I told you, didn’t I? It wasn’t the princess I was worried about, it was the castle and my own life!

Meleanor: Oh, dear… Did those scary noises bother you? There, there, you’re alright.

Everyone: Ah….!

Yuu: That egg! Could it be!?

Meleanor: We were just about to take a lovely little nap together, but you good-for-nothings ruined it. Didn’t they, Malleus?

Lilia: …Malleus?

Meleanor: That’s the prince’s name. It’s got a wonderful ring to it, no? Befitting for our future king.

Lilia: It certainly does have a nice ring to it… But what do you mean, “prince”? Isn’t it too soon to tell if the heir’s going to be a boy or girl?

Meleanor: I’m absolutely positive there’s a little prince growing in this egg. I can tell, since I’m his mother. And I know he’s going to be absolutely beautiful, just like his father.

Sebek: Doth… Doth mine eyes deceive me? Did I truly bear witness to the moment our Young Lord received his name….!?

Meleanor: Hm? Who are those boys over there. Those round ears… Are they humans?

Grim: Eep… My tail’s puffin’ up just from her glarin’ at us.

Lilia: They are humans, but they aren’t our enemies. We ran into them on our envoy mission, and they ended up being a great help to us.

Sebek: 'Tis truly an honor to be graced with your audience, my Lady. My name is Sebek Zigvolt!

Silver: I’m Silver, your Majesty.

Yuu: I’m Yuu, and this is Grim.

Meleanor: You humans dare speak without permission? You dare look me in the eyes? You have shown me the utmost disrespect. Kneel.

(Grim, Silver, and Sebek fall to their knees)

Grim/Silver/Sebek: Ack…!?

Silver: M-My legs just fell to the floor, all on their own…!

Sebek: Aaugh! I… I can’t breathe…!

Lilia: Lady Meleanor! You’ve had your fun, please stop.

Baul: …The princess’s hatred of humans knows no bounds. Just keep your heads down and keep quiet.

Episode 7-76

Lilia: I’m sure you heard what Henrik… What the leader of the Silver Owls was saying earlier, my Lady.

Meleanor: Oh? That din earlier was a human? I thought it was just some wild boars grunting outside. It was an awful cacophony.

Lilia: We have fifteen minutes left before they begin their siege on the castle. It’ll be difficult to drive them off, with what few soldiers we have left. I loathe to say this…. But retreating will be our best option here. This castle and our magical stones… Even our pride itself, all of them mean nothing compared to our heir’s life.

Meleanor: …..

Lilia: Princess, what is your decision!

Meleanor: Fufufu….. Hahahhaah! You’re telling me to run? That I wouldn’t be able to defeat these brutes? Lilia, if anyone other than you had said that to me, I'd have burnt them to ash!

Lilia: Princess!

Meleanor: What they’re after is this egg here… As well as the Princess Glow, the magical stone imbued into my staff. For those lowly little humans to challenge me to a duel… Their conceitedness is incomprehensible. Humans are weak, frail, and foolish. It’s like they’re begging for their own destruction. Fine, then. I’ll give them just what they want… My lightning will be their final judgment!

Lilia: Please, wait! Henrik is a cunning man, there’s no way he’d challenge you to a duel without something up his sleeve. This has to be a trap!

Meleanor: His trivial little schemes are of no concern to me.

Lilia: Oh, come on!!!! Enough already! You damn selfish princess! Would you just listen to me for once! Remember all those times I warned you not to sneak out at night, what always ended up happening? The whole castle would go into an uproar! And when I warned you not to play around with Her Majesty’s staff, what happened? You broke the damn thing…! And when those dragons came all the way out here to call on you, you ruined everything! Have I ever been wrong when I told you not to do something!? What's worse, I was the one Her Majesty and those geezers from the senate would tell off each and every time... But if you mess up and make the wrong choice now, there’s no fixing it. I need you to listen to me.

Meleanor: My, you haven’t spoken to me like that in a while. However, not once did you refuse to help me any of those times you told me not to do something. Fufufu.

Lilia: This isn’t a joke! You understand that? We don’t have time for this. I know you’re strong - you’re stronger than anyone else in this land. But you need to consider the worst-case scenario here. Levan… The heir’s father isn’t with us anymore. What’s he supposed to do if he loses his mother, too?

Meleanor: It’s precisely because I’m his mother that I have to do this.

Everyone: ...!!

Meleanor: If I participate in this duel, all the humans will be focusing on me. And while they're distracted, you need to take the egg with you and flee.

Baul / Lilia: What-!!

Lilia: What the hell are you saying!? This is the Imperial Guard’s fight, not yours!

Baul: The General is right! What is the Imperial Guard if not the Princess’s sworn defenders!

Meleanor: Oh, you intend to protect me? Don’t make me laugh. Just look at yourselves – you’re completely covered in wounds. Some of you can hardly stand right now. You would be a hindrance to me, that’s why I’m telling you to fall back. Besides, if you aren’t careful, I might end up accidentally burning you to a crisp out there. You understand? Good. Now take this, Lilia.

(Meleanor throws the egg to Lilia)

Lilia: Huh? Uwaah!

(Lilia catches the egg)

Lilia: What the hell were you thinking!? What if the egg broke!??

Meleanor: Lilia, Baul. This is my royal decree: Evacuate Briar Castle, and deliver my egg to Black Scale Castle. I will not tolerate insubordination. Now go!!

Episode 7-77

Meleanor: Now go!!

Lilia: Like hell I’m gonna do that! I’m staying here! Meleanor, you need to…

Meleanor: You impudent little-!!

(Meleanor blasts Lilia with lightning)

Lilia: Uwaaa!?

Baul: General!!

Meleanor: Did you not hear me? I told you to go.

Lilia: I’m not going…!

Meleanor: You fool!

(Meleanor blasts Lilia with lightning)

Lilia: Guaaa!

Grim: Wait, Lilia’s holdin’ her egg, ain’t he!? But she’s just blastin’ him with magic left and right!

Sebek: A-Aaah! The young Lord’s egg is going to-!

Baul: Lady Meleanor! Please! Please quell your raging heart!

Yuu: W-We need to stop her…!

Meleanor: Kufufu… So what will it be, Lilia? Are you going to throw your life away together with that egg!?

Lilia: Augh-!

(Silver leaps in front of Lilia)

Silver: Father!!

Meleanor: You wretched little human, don’t you dare stand before me! You insolent vermin!!

(Meleanor strikes Silver with lightning)

Silver: Uwaaaah!

Lilia: Silver… You idiot, why did you do that!

Silver: I… I just couldn’t stand it anymore. It’s clear you two care deeply for one another, so why must you fight!? Please… Please, just stop… I beg of you!

Sebek: Silver…

Baul: Human… …Princess, I beg of you, as well. Please consider the General’s suggestion.

Lilia: Meleanor, please… Please don’t accept that duel. Just forget about the castle and run. What am I supposed to do if… If I lose both you and Levan.

Meleanor: How many times must I repeat myself? Those swine are not going to best me. I don’t care how many of them there are – I will incinerate each and every one of them. However… Should I fail to return, we still have that child.

Lilia: This egg won’t hatch without you!

Meleanor: Then you must hatch it for me.

Lilia: What the hell are you saying!? Dragon eggs need their parents’ love and magic to hatch… They need true love to hatch. The hell do I know about a parent’s love. I’ve never even loved someone before… There’s no way I’m ever gonna be able to hatch this thing!

Meleanor: But you love me, don’t you? Don’t tell me your marriage proposal all those years ago was done in jest?

Lilia What!? Marriage proposal… That was over 200 years ago! We were children! Why are you bringing that up now-

Meleanor: And you loved Levan, too. You two, the General of the Right and the General of the Left, spent more time together than I did with my own husband. Of course you will love our child, just as you loved us. Isn’t that right, Lilia?

Lilia: Would you cut it with the bullshit! …What-!?

(Ivy vines burst into the room)

Grim: What the-!? The heck’s goin’ on!? There’s a bunch of ivy growin’ everywhere!?

Lilia: These roses… Oi, Meleanor! Quit it already, just stop! This is ridiculous!

Meleanor: One day, Malleus will become king of this land, and his light will shine down upon our peoples as our North star… As for the humans, they shall fear him, they shall fear his light as the harbinger of their doom.

Sebek: The vines are wrapping around our bodies… They’re dragging us away!

Baul: Princess! Please, stop! Please! Princeeees!!

Silver: Augh…! I can’t get them off me! I can’t move..!

Meleanor: Oh, Malleus… My precious child. I leave him to you, Lilia. The Night’s Blessing upon Ye.

(Meleanor teleports away)

Lilia: No… No, DON’T GO!! MELEANOOOOR!!

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Zuko x mercenary!reader -part one

Do people still read Zuko x reader fics?

Mostly for my own amusement bc Zukos adorable- longer than my usual stuff! ♡︎

Warnings: none

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They had followed our little gang around the world, so it wasn’t hard to imagine they’d track Aang here, but they didn’t seem in any mood to strike.

I couldn’t help but feel defensive of the kingdom, even if the two were doing nothing but serving tea. I worked as a mercenary for whatever town seemed to need assistance. Despite not knowing any form of bending, I had connections, and that made me an asset.

Having worked around this place more times than I could count, I knew almost everyone. Most of everyone around town were good people, the type to invite you over for dinner just for giving them a hand in the fields.

Knowing someone like Zuko was around them made me uneasy, that was until Iroh approached me.

“Ah, a mercenary! What mercenary wouldn’t want to help a poor frail old man?” He whined dramatically, from behind me.

“Iroh” my hand tightened on my sword, I assumed there was an unspoken rule that neither group would bother eachother if they truly wanted to live in peace. Maybe I misread this dynamic?

“Good to see you too Y/N, you can losen your grip, im not here to fight you. I couldn’t care less about the Avatar, you know that”

I tilted my head in confusion, what else would he be here for? I couldn’t bring myself to believe he was now a hard working humble business man.

“Would you mind talking to me for just a minute, I’ll make it worth your while” he grinned, holding out a few gold coins he scrounged out of his pockets.

I caved from curiosity, following him as he walked me through a crowd, far away from his new little shop, leading me to a small alley.

“So..why did we have to go to an alleyway for this? Are you gonna mug me?”

“No such thing, I actually have a job for you”

I scoffed, the fuck made him think I’d want to take work from him? I turned on my heel, disappointed at the lack of information he gave me.

“Zuko’s lonely!”

I stopped in my tracks, turning back to Iroh, dumbfounded.

“Zuko’s lonely?”

“Painfully so, you know how hard it is to watch my nephew be such an introvert at his age?”

I rolled my eyes, “what does any of this have to do with me exactly?”

“Well, you could possibly help the poor boy out, couldn’t you?”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m asking you to ask him on a date”

“…”

Jesus fucking Christ he can’t be serious right now.

“You want me to ask the guy who’s tried to kill my friend more times than I can count on a date?”

“Precisely!”

“…Iroh, I’m not a prostitute, I’m not asking Zuko out for cash. He wouldn’t even agree to it either, he’d recognize me.”

The man sighed, pulling out a fabric bag filled to the brim with gold coins. God Zuko was a lost cause.

“Lay on the charm, and maybe he will!”

He dropped the bag in my hand, holy shit was it heavy..

“…fine”

I never thought I’d end up asking Zuko, the fire lords son out on a date, but here we are.

I sauntered into the tea shop, greeting locals as I made my way to where Zuko was pouring.

Carefully filling the cup, he didn’t notice as I leaned against the counter he was behind. I rested my chin in my hands, looking him up and down.

It has been quite a while since I saw him last, longer hair suited him.

When he finally noticed me, he took a double take, stumbling while trying to hold the cup steady.

“…Y/N..?” He asked almost timidly, as if he didn’t want to believe I was standing infront of him.

“Hey, you remember my name, aren’t you sweet?”

He went quiet, still staring at me as if he was seeing a ghost. He pushed past me, going to deliver tea to a table. What a good little worker.

He returned to where I was standing, starting to wash dishes, ignoring my presence.

“What’s your name?”

“..what?”

“Your name, you’re not still going by Zuko here are you?”

He flinched as I used his real name, his eyes flicking between mine and his dishes.

“..Lee. Why are you here?”

“Can’t I visit my favorite prince?”

He stiffened at the praise. “…are you planning on fighting me?”

“No, the opposite actually”

He furrowed his eyebrows in a surprisingly cute fashion.

“Going from Avatar hunter to waiter must be a real boring change of pace for you, huh?”

He didn’t answer, still washing dishes.

“How about you let me make it more interesting for you?”

“..what?”

“I’m asking you out Lee”

He didn’t say anything to that. He simply blinked comedically, his eyes wide.

I gave him time, I wasn’t going to rush him. Iroh did not have the same curtsy.

“Ah welcome to our Shop miss, what tea do you fancy?”

“..I’m not the biggest fan of tea, I’m here because I fancy something else”

Zukos face turned an impossible shade of red, I thought steam may come out of ears if I kept this up.

“Oh? And what are you referring to?” Iroh couldn’t keep the smile off his face.

“Your nephew of course”

“Oh! Well a night out couldn’t hurt, right Lee?”

He whipped his head back and forth between his uncle and I in disbelief.

“Uncle, you know who this is don’t you?!”

Iroh studied me up and down.

“A humble mercenary looking for a date?”

“You’re exactly right” I smiled knowingly at Iroh, despite him technically being my enemy this exchange was a little fun.

“I don’t see why not Lee! Aren’t they cute?” Iroh gestured to me as if this was completely normal.

“Yeah Lee, aren’t I cute?” *i lean over the counter, invading his personal space.

Poor thing was absolutely floored as he whipped his head between me and Iroh trying to figure out if he was the weird one for being suspicious.

“If this is some sort of ploy to-“ he glares me, but it’s hard to take him seriously with such a red face.

“-I’ll pay for dinner, alright? All you have to do is have fun and look pretty. How about I come back at 7?” I didn’t know I had this much game until now. Why wasn’t I using this power for good before?

“The Shop will be closed by then, no reason to decline” Iroh looks up at his flustered nephew. How long would it take for the poor boy to crack?

“..fine..if you’re not here by exactly seven, I’m not going”

What a brat.. this was going to be an interesting date.

“I’ll be on time, don’t worry your pretty little head. I have business to attend to, I’ll be seeing you Lee” I wink at him, amused at how..affection starved he seemed.

He spun back around, his back facing me, but I could see the blush on his face starting to reach his neck..

Iroh was going to owe me much more than a bag of coins for this.

#zuko #zuko avatar #zuko smut #zuko x reader #avatar #avatar the last airbender #atla #general iroh #fem reader #male reader #nb reader #x reader

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garoujo · 2 years

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WATCH ME — SANO MANJIRO & SANZU HARUCHIYO

manjiro notices the way his second in command looks at you. but he doesn’t mind showing you off what’s his.

♱ warnings — vouyerism, threesome [vaguely], f!reader, bonten timeline, sanzu finishes in his pants, creampies, if you’ve seen me write smth similar before ur so right. ꒰ word count : 2.5k ! ꒱

♱ note — next fic ! next fic ! i hope u guys enjoy <3

RETURN TO KINKTOBER MLIST ♱ REGULAR MLIST

it wasn’t unlike manjiro to call you into his office, letting the heavy wooden door close behind you when you’re met with one of his more softer looks, his usual uniform jacket lying discarded in the corner of the room.

you hear him sigh before he rests back against his heavy seat at the desk, watching his thighs move underneath the fabric of his pants when he spreads them enough to give you more room to climb on to straddle his lap.

you could always tell he’d had a long day with the shift in his expression—but it would easily melt into something gentler, more relax whenever he felt your skin press against his, leaving his executives to pick up the rest of his responsibilities so he could unwind with you instead.

manjiro was a beautiful man, gorgeously unhinged but impulsive and intimidating, he’d made a name for himself with the gangs he’d ruled when he was younger, the invincible mikey was a name that people had come to fear in tokyo, but not you.

he was a skilled fighter and a respected leader, years of vigorous fighting evident in his techniques and battle strategy, he was always draped in his uniform jacket— hanging oversized, loosely over his shoulders, dark eyes and an almost sinister, blank but equally intimidating look that was framed by platinum hair.

but your visits to maniiro’s office always ended up the same way, your tits pressing tightly against his chest as he kisses you lazily, drinking up your moans and pushing his name between your lips, and you feel him sound out a sigh of content into the kiss when you find yourself rolling your hips against his.

your skin feels hot where he touches you, and you’re too focused on the needy push and pull of his hands to hear the three sharp knocks on the door behind you, but the blonde below you does and he grumbles under his breath, bunching up your dress at the hips when he hears the click of the door handle a few seconds later.

“mikey, you called for me? i can come back.” the low, smooth tone snaps you from your daze when you realise it didn’t come from your boyfriend, and suddenly you feel even warmer under your dress when you look back over your shoulder to see sanzu’s daunting, brooding figure standing straight at the door as you watch him fiddle with his watch, the jewellery doing wonders to compliment his brighter, pastel suit while his bangs fall messy, but delicately along his forehead.

sanzu was unpredictable but he was also manjiro’s most trusted man— second in command and someone people had come to fear given his track record. he was impulsive, sometimes a little psychotic and unhinged but unwaveringly loyal, thorough and always finished a job —especially when it came to traitors — good traits to have in their line of work and someone who’d been beside your boyfriend before he’d even met you.

but manjiro had noticed that sanzu, had taken a liking to you. he’d see the way his friend’s jaw would clench every time you leaned in to hear him better during the meetings you were allowed to sit in at, the slight shade of pink his cheeks would take when you brushed past him during a meeting, or the way the usual crease in his brows would soften whenever you entered the room.

he was perceptive, this kind of life made him that way, but it also made him possessive.

you’re staring, wide eyed and suddenly self conscious at your more than compromising position as you quickly try to stand up from manjiro’s lap, only for the blonde to pull you back down wordlessly when you turn away from him.

your back falls against his chest with a gasp as the clinging fabric of your dress rises up your thighs, and the sound has sanzu’s bright gaze finally locking with yours from where hes rooted at the door. his brow arches ever so slightly as he bites on the inside of his scarred cheek, clearing his throat when he watches his hands begin to wander your sides before he turns to leave. “call me when you’re done.”

“i didn’t say you could leave, sanzu. i called you here, didn’t i.” manjiro hums, a more commanding undertone to his voice in place of his usual bored tone as one of his arms tighten around your waist, exuding the kind of dominance he was known for as his breath fans along the dip of your shoulder.

he hooks your legs over his thighs, prying them apart until you’re left embarrassingly displayed for the blush haired male who’s currently trying his best not to stare, swallowing roughly.

“she’s pretty, isn’t she?” manjiro sighs, smearing a few kisses against the skin of your neck while his hands explore the dips of your body and you cant help but breathe deep at the touch.

“manjiro, w-what are you doing?” you hiss, batting away his hands when he grabs a slow, languid handful of your breast, leaning forward to meet your confused gaze over your shoulder. “i thought you were going to take care of me. you like sanzu, right? you’re friends.” his tone is softer when he talks to you, but he emphasises his last words deliberately as his arm around your waist squeezes tightly.

but the touch feels comforting and sturdy—reminding you that you still have a choice here when he sends you a whisper of a smile. like a gentle reminder of the promise he’d made to protect you when you got together.

it doesn’t take long for you to melt into manjiro’s chest once more and he hums, low and needy before placing another kiss against your cheek.

the air feels thick in the suddenly stuffy office when your head turns to face sanzu once more, licking your lips as you watch his chest expand behind the tight fabric of his shirt and waistcoat as he inhales shakily.

his face is flushed, although you can tell he’s holding himself back despite the way his bright eyes drop when he watches your boyfriend slowly drag down the front of your dress, the straps falling down your arms as manjiro carefully tucks the fabric under your breasts.

you shiver at the feeling of his eyes on you, his blown out gaze meeting yours from beneath his blushy, messy bangs and you feel something pleasant burn in your stomach when manjiro rolls his hips into yours with a hiss. “she likes when you touch here.” the blonde grumbles, one of his palms coming up to cup one of your breasts while the other smoothes it’s way along your inner thigh, leaving featherlight touches dangerously close to your heat and you know the nature of his touch is deliberate.

manjiro closes his palm around the flesh of your tit, squeezing softly before he pulls back to swipe his thumb over the firm, sensitive flesh of your nipple and you mewl, arching into him when its followed by a hard press on your clit through your panties.

“m-manjiro.” you breathe, your voice dreamy and whispery when it cracks with need and you almost hear a whimper slip from sanzu’s scarred lips at the sound, hearing a few careful footsteps after as he comes closer, allowing himself to take in more of your blissful expression while trying to ignore the dark look his boss is sending him behind you.

“she’s sensitive too, aren’t you?” manjiro groans and you dont know if its the extra pair of eyes on you that seems to only heighten your pleasure or the quick, purposeful circles your boyfriend is tracing around clit but a ragged sound leaves your throat when the blonde catches your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pinching at the pebbled bud until you’re almost hunching forward, his arm being the only thing keeping you pressed against his chest until he abruptly pulls away.

your mouth is dropped open with heavy breaths while your chest heaves, but before you can get your thoughts together you feel manjiro move under you slightly, tucking his fingers under the waistband of your panties before he’s pushing them to the side.

sanzu swallows, fighting the grin that threatens to break on his lips, he’s shuffling uncomfortably at how tight his cock suddenly feels at the sight of your puffy, slick folds—feeling it leak behind the fabric of his slacks as he watches your hips lift slightly. he’s paying no attention to the sound of manjiro pushing down his own pants before his cock rests against the inside of your thigh, and he’s letting you rest back down on his hips with a long exhale.

manjiro grabs his cock at the base from behind you, tapping the blunt head against your clit and you whimper at the sharp jolts of pleasure it sends through your system, feeling him slowly rest his forehead against your shoulder before he begins to sink into your sloppy cunt. you press your body deeper into his, trying not to let your eyes roll into the back of your head at the blissful stretch as sanzu watches you hungrily.

“fuck—you’re always so..mmm, so tight” manjiro breathes, a trembling undercurrent to his voice and your words feel clumsy when you choke on his name, his hips rolling languidly into yours and your body twitches when your feel him glide past your sweet spot, finally bottoming out with a hiss as your pussy clenches hard around him.

his fingers grope almost a little too hard into your hips before he leans back, sinking underneath you more so you can spread yourself wider against him, leaving you on display for the flushed, bright haired male so he can see the way you’re trembling and flexing around your boyfriends fat cock in anticipation.

your toes curl and relax at how deep manjiro reaches, feeling his cock twitch against the needy pull of your cunt at the first bounce of his hips against yours, your hands grabbing at the flesh of his thighs beneath you as he begins a pace that has your body bouncing to meet it.

“o-oh, fuck. does it feel good?” manjiro hums, your pussy squeezing down on him, desperately trying to keep him plugged inside you as he mumbles something affirming under his breath. you gasp, the room dizzy beneath you as you blink up at sanzu, his eyes locked intensely on your cunt as the blonde behind you sinks back into your slick walls, each thrust making the room spin and your breathing come quickly as he fucks up into you.

his fingers dig bruises into your hips, his head falling over the back rest of the thankfully sturdy chair you’re both seated on as your pussy squelches, wet and messy as your slick drips down onto his thighs and his cock thickens as he grunts wordlessly, losing himself in each needy flex of your cunt while you babble mindlessly against him.

“manjiro, wanna cum.” you mumble, your eyes fluttering shut in bliss and manjiro hums in reply, letting his head fall forward to focus his heavy eyes on the male infront of him with a dark look, snapping sanzu from his lewd haze when he speaks.

“didnt you hear her, sanzu? she says she wants to cum.” manjiro breathes and although his tone is breathless, sanzu knows its more of a command when his dark gaze meets his own.

he swallows heavily before he lets himself grin, taking an almost hesitant step forward as he admires you, a slight tremble of want to his fingers when his arm outstretches and he feels his cock throb uncomfortably in his pants when he meets your lustful gaze.

“haruchiyo, you—you dont have to.” you whimper and manjiro cuts you off with a particularly sharp thrust before he speaks. “but he wants to, he can’t keep his eyes off of you anyway. you’re too pretty.” sanzu’s palm rests against your thigh and you whine, letting your head rest against your boyfriends shoulder when you feel his unfamiliar, slender fingers trace their way along your skin.

“is this okay?” the pink haired male asks, watching closely until you’re babbling out a yes with a drowsy nod before your mouth drops open to moan at the first swipe of his fingers along your clit. “hnghh—fuck, she liked that, do it again.”

manjiro whimpers when you clench tight around him, cursing breathlessly as his pace stutters, and his hold on one of your hips slackens just enough to have your body jolting, your thigh dragging along the bulge in sanzu’s slacks given how close he is to you both now, pulling a groan from the man beside you as his hips instinctively twitch to grind himself against the skin.

“haru! p-please—“ you cry, feeling him drag the rough pad of his finger beneath the hood of your clit as the blonde beneath you repositions his feet, taking a pace that’s a little rougher as he chases both your orgasms, making your tits jiggle with each bounce of his hips.

“you do look real pretty, angel. do you like that?” he asks at the dreamy drawl of his name, a sound he’d really only dreamed of — never expecting to actually hear it, you were mikey’s after all.

so sanzu’s ministrations on your clit only speed up at the sound of his name falling from your lips, the breathless tone causing his hips to roll against your thigh once more and he’s so focused on the blissful expression on your face he doesn’t even realise how close he is until his legs are almost crumbling underneath him, the fabric of his briefs suddenly becoming stickier as he chokes back a low growl.

"let him see how pretty you look when you cum. mmm, you’re close right?” manjiro breathes, low and growly against your shoulder and you’re more than eager to follow his command “fuck, manjiro—” your body crumbling in his hold as sanzu continues to messily roll your clit, the blissful feeling of your orgasm rushing through your veins.

you feel your boyfriend’s hips stutter and twitch underneath you at the greedy coax of your pussy before he spills inside of you, smiling softly at the sound of his name on your lips before he bites down on the smooth skin of your neck, allowing your flexing walls to milk him as he fucks his creamy load into your sensitive cunt, his hips slowing while he mumbles praises into the crook of your neck.

the hold on your skin suddenly relaxes as you whine at the sudden ache when he lets you relax, feeling manjiro’s arms slide around your waist instead as he hugs you closer, encouraging you to curl into his chest and the familiar warmth is pleasant.

sanzu awkwardly stumbles back, clearing his throat and chewing on his bottom lip, suddenly not being able to meet either of your eyes while his heart thuds in his chest. but he cant avoid his bosses look when he narrows his eyes at him.

“mikey—“ sanzu starts but the blonde above you cuts him off with a long exhale as he traces his fingers along your skin soothingly. “you should know i don’t usually share what’s mine. i’d let you feel her next time, but i think she’s fine with this." he drawls, sending him another dark look when you nuzzle deeper into his chest.

“you can leave now. clean yourself up, sanzu.”

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rinrinx2 · 1 year

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What would rin dad do of enemy got ahold of his and wife? Like kidnapped them and sent him video of them tied up

Maybe bonten too

Thank you and have a nice evening

Okay thought this would be best as a HC

Hope you like it.

How Bonten Reactions to you and Renzo getting kidnapped pt 1

Characters: Rindou, Ran, Sanzu, Kakucho + Mochi

Warnings: Mentions of weapons, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of blood, kinda gore, kind of emotional.

There you and Renzo lie in a dimly lit room both you and your son bound to a bed looking malnutritioned and bruised beyond recognition as you pleaded with whoever to have your release or at least you sons. Begging your captors to let your son go, "Please his innocent, just let him go. I'll pay how much you want. PLEASE!" You screamed over and over. Your screams becoming more distant and quiet as the video came to an end.

*Rindou is away on a business trip in the HCs of Rans, Sanzu and Kaku + Mucho *

Rindou

Rindo doesn't even get halfway through the video, his already tracking the number that sent him that disgusting video.

He finds your location in less than 25 minutes.

The moment he walks into your captors, before your captors can even offer him a price for your release, Rindou is already letting off load after load.

He doesn't care who his shooting whether they're an important Yakuza boss or some low life underling. All he sees is red knowing that they have his family bound up hurt.

The moment his sure everyone is dead he rushes to find the two of you. His frantic like an animal on the hunt. He needs to find you. He feels like his going to go crazy unless he finds you.

When he finally here's your cries in a room in the furthest part of the house. He rushes in quickly undoing your bondages.

"Check on Renzo first" you say before Rindou can assess your wounds

His mind is racing he only wants to find Renzo now, and when he does a feeling of relief washes over him.

Once both you and Renzo are safe, he assesses your wounds.

"We're fine Rin, please let's just leave before they come after us"

"They're dead" Rindou says as he continues looking up and down your arms before grabbing at his sons face and checking his bruises.

The next day every major Yakuza boss receives the head of a member of the gang who attempted to kidnap you.

A warning to any gang who attempts to pull the same stunt.

Ran

When the video finishes Ran quietly puts his suit jacket on. He drives quietly in his car humming sum tune every now and then until his GPs tells him his reached his destination.

Ran stands outside the massive house waiting for someone to answer and while he waits he loads his gun with a smile, until finally he hears the door open.

"Who the fuck are you, you're not Rin-"

BANG

Ran's not going to let anyone finish speaking, all he sees is targets for his bullets.

Ran walks calmly through the house unloading his bullets into every person as he hums the same melody from the car.

Until finally he finds the main boss behind the gang who has his sister-in-law and nephew captives.

"I was having such a good day. My brother finished a deal in China for Bonten and I just recieved a new watch only for you to ruin my day with that video. You're lucky Rindou didn't see it before me, because he would've shot you straight in the brain letting you off with a peaceful death, but me I'm about to make learn the meaning of pain" Ran says with a smile as the a switch blade presses against the Yakuza bosses neck.

When Ran finds you he releases both you and Renzo, making sure to bring the young boy to you so that you can make sure his okay. He looks the two of you over eyeing that you're not hurt badly.

The moment the three of you reach his car Ran's demeanor changes.

"How about a quick McDonald's trip before I take you and mum to the infirmary"

When Rindou asks Ran the next day about what had occurred, Ran doesn't say much he just shows Rindou the thumbs of the Yakuza boss.

Sanzu

Sanzu just like Rindou can't even watch the video complete. The minutes he sees your distress face as well as Renzo's his a mad man. No one and nothing can stop him now.

His speeding throught the streets not caring what accidents he causes, he only cares about getting to you and Renzo.

When he finally arrives his knocking the door down, laughing like a maniac.

"HERE'S SANZU" he exclaims with a smile pulling out both his katana and hand gun.

His going ballistic laughing and smiling as he minces people to pieces not caring if he hurts himself in the process.

"You thought you could hurt them. Hahaha you guys think I'd let that happen"

Sanzu has everyone down with 10 minutes.

His quick to reach the two of you and when you eyes see his figure you're more concerned about him, with the gnashing wounds and blood pouring from his face.

Sanzu quickly undoes your bondages and hold both you and Renzo close scared that you'll dissappear if he let's go.

When Rindou comes back immediately the next day from his business travels after hearing what had occurred.

"Thank you for looking after my family while I was gone. I can't thank you enough"

"It's no problem got to show Renzo my cool superhero skills" Sanzu says nonchalantly .

Kakucho + Mochi

The minute the video ends and composure Kakucho had was long gone.

The thought of someone hurting a mother and her son makes him sick to his stomach, he can't imagine the type of pain you must be in but he sure as hell going to make your captors feel all sorts of pain

He leaves within an instant abandoning any work that needed to be done, which causes suspicion within the office. Causing Mochi to follow after him.

When Kakucho arrives at the grimy looking house his mildly surprised to see Mochi standing besides him.

"They have (Y/N) and Renzo in here" is all Kakucho says before Mochi can ask any questions.

"I'll fight, you get em" is all Mochi says in return.

Mochi knocks the doors down and starts a distraction as Kakucho goes searching for the two of you.

The sounds of Mochi guns drowning out your cries to be released.

Kakucho begins to panic as struggles to find you until finally Mochi's gun quiets and his able to hear you faint please for help.

Kakucho sees you and begins to tear at the sight of your distressed body and Renzo's tired body. He quickly unties the both of you.

"Don't worry you're safe now" Kakucho says with tears slipping down his cheeks as he carries both you and Renzo out.

When Rindou comes searching for you, he finds you in the infirmary. Kakucho at your side.

"Are they okay?"

"Yes I'm sorry for taking so long to help them"

"No it's fine Kaku. Thank you so much, for saving them while I was away."

"Don't thank me alone, Mochi also helped"

"Argh don't mention it" Mochi says as he pushes the curtain of his infirmary bed away.

"Saving people is what we do" Mochi says as he holds a cloth to his bullet wound.

"Ending em too" Mochi adds.

Hope you guys like it and if you'd like a part 2 with Mikey, Takeomi and Koko let me know

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mysecretlittlelibrary · 8 months

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You Learn Something New Everyday... I Guess

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: none really, just Matt being a little self loathing

Genre: fluff? very very minor angst

Summary: You have a theory about your local vigilante that your friends think is silly (spoiler alert; it's literally not)

A/N: Because I refuse to believe no one has ever seen Daredevil and considered the fact that he is NEVER LOOKIN AT SHIT

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You spin the straw in your drink while half listening to Foggy and Karen talk to each other about something you lost track of a little while ago. Something about a case last you were paying attention but they tend to spend so much time talking about work even on nights out you can't always keep track of it all.

"So what're your thoughts about the whole thing?" Karen asks as you stare into your glass.

"Y/n!" Foggy nudges you and your eyes snap up.

"Yes! Sorry. What was the question?" You ask.

"Daredevil, what're your thoughts on him?" Foggy nods towards the TV in the bar that's apparently playing a news story about Daredevil's latest escapades.

"He doesn't see." You shrug looking back at your drink.

"Doesn't see what?" Foggy frowns.

"Sorry, that's not quite what I meant to say; I meant he doesn't use his eyes to fight." You say looking up again.

"Wait what?" Karen shakes her head.

"I dunno, the eyes in his mask look opaque but also if you've ever watched him fight he doesn't really... look at things. The whole time his head does this twitchy thing like when dogs hear a sound but can't see it, as if he's trying to hear everything better." You explain.

"Are you- suggesting that Daredevil... is blind?" Karen asks.

"Well it's hard to know for sure if he's completely blind or not but I'd bet that he's probably at least visually impaired."

"You think a vigilante is visually impaired." Foggy scoffs.

"I know it sounds absurd but I mean before the fancy suit and the moniker he was the man in black, he wore like a black cloth that covered his eyes he's obviously not using them." You shrug.

"Maybe he could see through it." He says.

"No- for it to be sheer enough for him to see through it, especially at night it would also probably be sheer enough to see him through, at least in the light, and he's got like an airtight lock on his secret identity. Even before he had the suit." You shake your head. "Maybe that's why." You add with a hum.

"Maybe what's why?"

"If he's visually impaired as I suspect he is, nobody would believe he's Daredevil! I mean he takes on gangs singlehandedly in the shadows of Hell's Kitchen all the time there's no way you'd expect a blind man to be doing all that. It would make the perfect cover story, plus if he gets injured I mean- he's blind nobody would question him saying he bumped into something or fell or even someone threw something and he didn't know. It's kind of genius."

"Look who decided to join us!" Karen smiles excitedly and you turn to see Matt standing between you and Foggy.

"About time loser! Why are all of you so obsessed with work?" You scoff.

"Hi guys." He chuckles.

"Hey man, you'll never guess what theory y/n here has cooked up." Foggy says.

"Hey! Don't talk about me like I'm some tin foil hat looney alright." You point a finger at him.

"Even you admitted how absurd it sounded!" Foggy says.

"Sure but I provided ample evidence to support my claim it's not some baseless conclusion I'm jumping to!" You say.

"It's circumstantial at best." Foggy says.

"Well this isn't a court of law Nelson we're at Josie's and I don't have to be an expert witness to draw conclusions here I think I've more than proved my stance."

"Not beyond a shadow of a doubt!"

"Excuse me we aren't running a criminal trial there's no reason I should have to work to those standards I think- what's the other thing y'all use? A preponderance of the evidence, I think that's more than sufficient-"

"Is one of you going to tell me what this is about or are you going to keep throwing around legal jargon in a bar?" Matt cuts your arguing with Foggy short with a question while Karen gets up to grab him a seat at your table. "Honestly y/n you spend too much time with us, when did you pick up all those phrases anyway?" Matt muses.

"I dunno Foggy likes to throw them at me and I like to be able to fight back." You shrug.

"Y/n thinks Daredevil is blind." Karen tells Matt, returning to her own chair.

"You think Daredevil... like the vigilante is blind?" Matt chuckles.

"See what I mean?" Foggy gestures.

"I don't know that I'd go with totally blind but I think he's visually impaired at least." You nod.

"How do you figure that?" Matt asks.

"Something about his helmet." Foggy says.

"Well that one I can't verify but before he had the devil suit, when he was just the man in black he was basically fighting with a blindfold on. Why would someone with perfect vision handicap themselves that way? Especially taking on criminals severely outnumbered every time it doesn't make sense. Oh and he does this head twitch thing like he's seeing with his ears and not his eyes. Like an animal when locating a sound they turn their ears to it first. It's the perfect cover honestly." You shrug. "Kinda like that kid in Queens."

"What kid?" Foggy asks.

"Another masked hero type, red and blue suit, they call him Spiderman over there." You pull out your phone to find one of the several viral videos of Spiderman you've seen. "To clarify, I don't think he's also blind or anything like Daredevil but I'm pretty sure he's a teenager." You say once the video ends.

"You think that's a child?!" Foggy looks at you incredulously.

"I mean I've seen a few of these clips of him, and between his build and his voice, because he talks in some of these, and his movements- there's almost no way that's an adult, but he can stop a bus with his bare hands so no one is looking at him and assuming a high schooler is doing that. I just happen to know a little too much about anatomy and physiology and he looks like a teenager. Again, another perfect cover, the least likely person."

"So- you watched that guy, do that, and your first thought was 'he can't buy alcohol yet'. Seriously?" Foggy asks.

"Well no actually I didn't think much of it at first but after a few clips, I started to wonder. I mean it's just a guess since his suit covers him from head to toe but I'm pretty confident in it." You shrug.

"You're insane. For this and the Daredevil thing." Karen nods.

"Excuse me for daring to consider all options." You say dramatically and Matt chuckles beside you but doesn't offer much on the subject. From there your conversation pivots topics and you all spend another hour or two talking and drinking before eventually calling it a night and going your separate ways home.

~*~*~

"Y/n." The voice startles you as you walk into your apartment and you let out a scream, clutching your chest as you take in the intruder by your balcony.

"Okay. I know you're a vigilante so you work outside of the law kind of by default here but you better have a damn good reason for breaking into my apartment, as in someone better be on their way to kill me right now or I am going to be so pissed off." You say after a moment because why the hell is Daredevil standing in your apartment?!

"No one is coming to kill you." He shakes his head.

"Then what the hell are you doing here?" You cross your arms.

"I wanna know how you figured it out."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"You figured out that I'm- I don't see when I fight. How did you know that?"

"Better question, how did you know that I knew that? Although, I didn't know for sure until you just said that, but how did you know I thought that?" You ask. Daredevil pulls off his helmet and you gasp. "Matt?"

"Don't act coy okay, we both know you knew it was me already." He rolls his eyes.

"No I didn't! If I knew it was you, or thought it was you, I would've said so the other night when we were talking about the whole thing. You know I've never been one to shy away from sharing what I'm thinking- oh my GOD you're daredevil!?" You shake your head as the information sinks in. You don't know which piece of this you're more interested in, the fact that you were right about Daredevil being blind or the fact that he's coincidentally also part of your friend group.

"Oh come on, you spent twenty minutes arguing that you think Daredevil is visually impaired are you telling me it didn't cross your mind for even a moment that it was me?"

"Okay first of all Matthew, you're not the only blind guy this side of the Hudson you know. Going from Daredevil may be visually impaired to Daredevil is the only blind man I know personally is quite a jump considering it was just a theory. Not to mention fair skinned man average height, average build, describes so many men in Hell's Kitchen not to mention the rest of New York. Hell, Tony Stark fits that description and if he wasn't already such an obnoxiously public superhero on the other side of the city I'd believe someone suspecting him of being Daredevil too."

"So you never once thought it was me?" Matt scoffs.

"I mean it crossed my mind once or twice but it's not like I could know for sure. That helmet covers like 80% of your face and you work almost exclusively at night it's not exactly cut and dry to ID you. I mean you've already had a copycat come around once." You explain.

"Why didn't you ask?"

"What?"

"At the bar, the other night, if you thought it was me why didn't you ask me?" He asks.

"Well if I asked and you told me the truth anyone at the bar could've heard and, I know Daredevil has quite a few enemies. If you lied to protect your identity because we were in public well, we both know I expect honesty from you so why risk that rift? And then of course there's the possibility that I was wrong in which case all of you would look at me like I'd grown three heads- not that the whole 'Daredevil is blind' theory didn't already have them looking at me funny but that's besides the point. There was no good outcome for me asking in public. Plus there wasn't even a reason for me to ask you really, I didn't know enough to say you, Matt, and any distinct similarities with you, Daredevil besides the way you react to sound." You shrug.

"What?"

"It was watching you- as Matthew- react to sound that made me piece together the Daredevil thing." You say.

"And you still didn't think it was me?"

"Again you aren't the only blind man around here, I figured reacting to sound that way was just a common trait for people who have to rely on senses other than sight."

"You got everything all figured out don't ya." He shakes his head.

"Well come on I am kind of known for it." You smile and Matt chuckles in spite of himself.

"You're taking this better than I expected. You're not mad."

"That you're a vigilante in your free time? Of course I'm not mad. I've always encouraged you and Foggy and Karen to have lives outside of your job and while your choice is a little... unorthodox, I think everyone should have a hobby. If this is yours I'm all for it. Although it does feel kind of work adjacent since you're like a lawyer but I'll let it go." You muse.

"Foggy and Karen had... very different reactions to the news."

"Wait- Karen and Foggy know?"

"Yeah- yeah they know. But, I had to tell them because of extenuating circumstances. You, you just guessed it."

"I mean technically it was more of an inference than a guess, plus I didn't even guess that it was you just that the red devil didn't need his eyes for a fight." You shrug. "I can't believe they knew and had me feeling crazy at the table." You chuckle.

"It wasn't their secret to tell. I had to be the one to let you know, they were just keeping their promises-"

"I know. I'm not even mad about it. It's just funny." You shrug.

"You are being very chill about all of this." Matt says.

"So are you like- not fully blind? Because I was operating with the idea that Daredevil didn't have 20/20 vision or anything but like I definitely wasn't thinking total blindness which- I thought you had. So is that not the case? Like are you not fully blind?"

"I am. Kind of. It's hard to explain." He grimaces.

"Well have a seat and we'll discuss i- actually, is your suit clean or did you just get done vigilanteing because I do not want blood or mud on my couch so you'll have to clean up, I can go find one of your accidentally left here hoodies if you need to change." You offer.

"Tonight's battles were pretty clean I think I'm good." He says with his hands up.

"To be on the safe side sit at one of the kitchen stools."

"Yes ma'am." He nods and walks over to a chair to have a seat.

"So- are you totally blind? Yes or no?"

"Technically yes."

"Technically?"

"The entire world looks like it's engulfed in flames. I can see silhouettes sometimes but they're are angry reds and oranges. They do not paint a picture at all really." He explains.

"Interesting." You hum.

"But, I've learned to see in other ways. Sound is a big one. I can even hear people's hearts beating."

"You can hear hearts beating?!" You blink at him.

"Yes." He nods once.

"Can you hear mine?!"

"Yes." Another nod.

"Woah. What do you use that skill for?"

"Number of enemies in a fight, counting the people in a room before I enter it, seeing if someone's lying to me." Matt lists off.

"Have you ever used it on me?"

"You don't lie to me." He shrugs.

"So that's a yes."

"It's a no. Not intentionally anyway. You've never given me a reason to even suspect you of lying." He says.

"So how else do you see?"

"Smell kind of, touch when I can. Sound is the main one though."

"You're like a bat." You giggle.

"Ha ha." His laugh is dripping with sarcasm that only makes you want to giggle more.

"Wait so- if you can do all this shit I take it you don't really need your cane then, do you?"

"Not- not really no."

"It's part of the cover then- isn't it?"

"Correct." He says.

"Hm, I assume this is also why you don't date, right?"

"Excuse me?"

"It's just that I imagine this Daredevil thing takes quite a bit of time, between that and the job that you never take a break from you basically have negative 2 hours of free time both of which you spend with either me or your coworkers. Plus I'm sure this would be one hell of a secret to try and keep from a significant other because it's not like you can tell them on the first date right? You never know who's working with your opps so you need to vet people so having to hide it until you know it's safe, which would probably totally suck." You rattle off your explanation.

"Okay first of all I date." He scoffs.

"You don't. You hook up with people sure but you do not date. I was honestly starting to think you were some level of aromantic and I guess you still could be and that's totally fine by the way but not having time because you're a part-time vigilante makes sense." You shrug.

"I'm not aromantic and me 'not dating' isn't because of the Daredevil thing."

"Of course it's not." You say.

"You're being sarcastic aren't you?"

"A little, but hey you don't have to explain your lack of romantic life to me. I was just being nosy."

"What about you? You don't date either." Matt crosses his arms.

"I do date actually and the reason you don't know that is because you never ask but if you don't wanna talk about your not dating that's fine." You say.

"I have my reasons."

"I'm sure you do Matty, you're entitled to them. No need to defend yourself to me."

"It's not related to being Daredevil." He says.

"Do you want to tell me about it or no? If so, great let's talk about it, if not I've had a long day and I'm a little tired babes. You can go back out the window I assume you came through or you can use the door-"

"You." He cuts off your last sentence with a single word.

"Excuse me?" You frown at him.

"You are the reason I don't date."

"What did I do?" You blink incredulously.

"Nothing. I have feelings for you so I don't date other people. I'm Daredevil so I don't tell you that I have feelings for you because it's dangerous, because it was a secret I couldn't tell you, because I don't get the girl."

"You don't get the girl? Do you think you're the antihero in a movie? It doesn't work that way Matt. If you liked me the proper course of action is to say something to me don't make it into some big dramatic story arc that's doomed from the start, everything with you is self sabotage mission. Do you really believe yourself that undeserving of good things, of things you want, of happiness?" This isn't the first time Matt has done something in direct conflict of his happiness so you're not surprised, but since the thing in question regards you, you can't help but feel exasperated.

"I-" Matt trails off with a frown that makes his entire face squeeze. "I don't know what you want me to say."

"Why tell me this now? If you 'don't get the girl' if you can't have a relationship because it's 'too dangerous' or whatever silly reason you have for hiding it in the first place. Why are you telling me now?"

"You asked and I'm tired of hiding it I guess."

"Tired of hiding it. You didn't have to hide it."

"I didn't- do you honestly think that if I told you like six months ago, that I'm Daredevil and that Hell's Kitchen's notorious vigilante has feelings for you, do you think you would've reacted well?"

"I like to think I would, yes, but who cares that's not what happened. You told me tonight so, now what?"

"Now what?" He blinks at you.

"You're Daredevil and you have feelings for me so what happens now? Do we- continue as we've been? Do we see where this goes? What do you want now?"

"See where this goes? You'd want that? With me? To see where it goes?" He asks, he looks so lost that you can't help but sigh.

"Yes that's why I asked. Is it so unbelievable that I could also have feelings for you?" You ask softly.

"Well you didn't exactly say that-"

"I'm saying now. So- ask me on a date, or go home."

"Ask you on a date?"

"That's what I said Matthew. For a fancy defense attorney who graduated from Columbia Law, you are lost in an extremely too easy to follow conversation."

"None of this has been easy to follow okay? I never thought I'd get the chance to-" Matt trails off and shakes his head remembering your instructions. "Would you like to go to dinner with me tomorrow night?"

"Yes I would. Eight o'clock. Don't be late." You say with a smile.

"Eight o'clock. I'll be here. See you tomorrow." Matt nods with an adorable grin on his face.

"Goodnight Matthew." You hum.

"Goodnight." He says putting his helmet back on and climbing out your window.

"He could've used the door." You mutter to yourself shaking your head. You still can't totally believe you were right about Daredevil being blind but more shocking is that it wasn't even the biggest reveal you got this evening. Life really does come at you fast.

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Graduating Law Student Transformed Into A Skinboi

It’s the culmination of several months hard work; yet I can chalk up another successful transformation.

As you look at him now, you don’t need me to tell you there’s no way back to the life he once imagined. I have taken away everything he used to be and I have remade him into what will be more appropriate life for him to lead.

You can see the total adulation, respect and appreciation for what I have turned him into. He knows he’s a skinhead now, no questions, no dissent, no complaints, no regrets - just a proud skinhead.

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Let me tell you just a little about who I am. I’m a gay skinhead in my late forties, living in a nondescript English town in the Midlands. I’ve been one since my early teens. As a young teen in the Eighties I’d hang out with skins in their late teens/early twenties who used to incentivise me to encourage my classmates to become new members of ‘their skinhead gang’. With any money they’d get from work, whether that was stacking shelves, apprenticeships, or learning a trade, they’d buy stuff like ciggies, lager and cider, on occasions, even tickets to the footy and offer these things around as ‘rewards’ to new lads.

And it worked. Word got around that you could do cool things when you became ‘one of us’. We looked out for one another, and if any of the members got into ‘trouble’ we’d be right there with them. There were what could be described of as ‘terms and conditions’ for members to comply with: DMs (black or oxblood) had to be worn in and out of school, 10 hole, preferably and with coloured laces. Outside it was boots plus black or red Harrington (Crombies were also allowed) over a Fred Perry top along with tight, shortened jeans and heads shaved as short as they could get away with. ‘Start ‘em young and keep them for life’ was our mantra.

Enough of the past, so back to the present.

I had been planning my next project. I had three potential ‘candidates’ to choose from; two would be left to carry on blissfully unaware how close they came to being transformed. One ‘fortunate’ lad would be taken by me and given a completely new life.

Some weeks ago I was in a coffee shop when one of potential lads I’d been tracking entered looking rather flustered. It was a perfect opportunity to take a good look at him. “Around twenty, height five ten, maybe five eleven, footballer’s build, dressed in a sharp looking suit - must care about his appearance - hmmm that bodes well for his future life”. The great thing about making coffees to order is that I was able to more fully assess this candidate - and I liked what I had seen. Eventually he got what he came for - four coffees in one of those egg box-like cardboard trays - and left. I decided this lad would probably be my preferred choice.

To confirm this I followed him discreetly all the way to the five floor building, which happened to be the offices of a law firm. He was way too young looking to be a qualified lawyer, so I concluded he was possibly still in law school, combining his studies with some ‘on-the-job’ work. If I step in, I could save him from a life of tediousness: of clock watching, pen pushing, keyboard strokes and general stress. I’d give him a simpler life as a skinhead. He would be waving goodbye to the potential of a five bedroom house, Mercedes and Rolex, but he’d have a proper job. He’d have proper mates and would live a modest life. A skinhead life. Yes, I decided there and then - this lad was the one.

For the next few weeks I tracked all his moves. Where he went, who (if anyone) he met with, what modes of transport he used and most importantly the hours he put in studying and working.

Two days a week he was not in law school. On those days he would leave his digs around 7:40am, walk to the end of the road and wait for the number 17 bus, which would turn up about ten to eight. Traffic depending, the journey to the main bus station took 25 minutes. He would walk from there to the office, some days stopping at McDonalds to get breakfast, sometimes not. Regardless, he would always get to the office for 8:30.

The end of the day was different and seemed less structured. The lad must have been focussed on his future career because I would see an exodus from the building around 5:30pm, but he was never part of that ‘first wave’ in fact he never emerged before 6 and sometimes it was almost 7 before he’d walk out of the main entrance. When he did leave, like most of his generation, he’s be focussed on his phone, distracted from what was going on around him. At that time of the evening the area was pretty much deserted. As this lad was going to be my next project I needed to see what he did after work. So, like a shadow I followed his movements at night.

I discovered that he didn’t have that many friends. A couple of random nights he’d go to the Pure Gym which was just on the edge of the town centre. sometimes he’d be accompanied but mostly he went there on his own. At the weekend he didn’t seem to do much. Occasionally I’d note him board the bus into town, returning several hours later with one or two shopping bags from places like JD Sports, Hollister or Flannels. I didn’t see him go into a pub or bar, nor did I see him smoke but that would all change when I’d finished with his transformation.

I had all the knowledge about his movements but the next question on my mind was how to capture the lad and how to get him back here without causing too much commotion. I started mulling things over, a thought jumped into my head. My mate Mal has a 1997 Ford Transit van that he says I can use whenever I need to. Perhaps I could use the van as a distraction. I finished putting my plan together and decided on next Tuesday (one of the days he always attended the office) would be the day when the lad would become my boi.

I’d need to get him a few bits to wear. From previous projects I had become pretty good a sizing a lad. I wouldn’t know his shoe size but I’d take a guess. Back home I fired up my laptop to see how quickly I could get stuff. I logged into eBay first and found most of what I needed. I selected the ‘buy now’ option to make sure it could be delivered in time for my new guest to ‘arrive’.

So I had his clobber on order - Tuesday couldn’t come around soon enough.

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Tuesday night came along and I’d parked Mal’s van on the same street as the law firm about twenty or thirty yards along from the entrance so any security cameras or nosy security guards couldn’t see what was going to conspire.

I checked the time, 5:15pm. Good I was pretty confident I’d be ready for when he emerged from the building after all his colleagues had left.

It got to 5:30 - suddenly there was an exodus of dozens and dozens people. I watched out for him looking in my wing mirrors. Good, as predicted the lad wasn’t one of them. When the rush had died down I needed to time my next move carefully. It was 6:15 and no one had emerged from the building for over a quarter of an hour. I made my move. I pulled the lever, which opened the bonnet on Mal’s van. My pretext for getting into conversation with the lad would be that I was having trouble with the engine and I needed to stand in front of the van whilst someone turned the key. That was something anyone could do.

Sure enough just before half past, the lad emerged with a ruck sack on his back. I’d been standing by the wall looking like I was waiting for a breakdown service to attend to me, but I wasn’t.

I called out to the lad, who as I had seen countless times was looking down at his phone, "Oi mate - I’m 'avin a bit of trouble, can you help?”

The lad looked up, “Erm me, you need a hand?"” he queried

“I’d appreciate it, my van’s playing up and I can’t get hold of the breakdown service. If you could spare me two minutes, I might be able to get it going.”

He looked around and then said “Sure, but I’m not sure I can do any good. I don’t know anything about van mechanics.”

He must have been surprised to see the way I was dressed - DM's. bleached jeans, olive green bomber jacket and beanie hat covering my shaved head.

He cautiously walked towards me, everything was going to plan.

“Don’t worry lad, I’ll take care of the engine. All I need you to do is jump behind the wheel and turn the key but not before I tell you to, okay?”

The lad simply nodded and climbed into the van.

I spent a few moments checking the engine, an engine that in truth was working perfectly. I had pulled the distributor wire, so I knew nothing would happen when the key was turned. Timing was of the essence, because you really can drain the battery if you continuously try to start a van disabled in this fashion.

I spoke to the lad, “nothing appears out of place - go on and turn the key. The engine kind of turned over, but stalled and died. “Shit”.

I kept the charade going for several minutes. Spending a minute or two between each key-turn pretending to fiddle with the engine and then telling the lad to turn the key, knowing it wouldn’t start.

With a frustrated look on my face I came round to the driver’s door and said, “I think I’m going try call the breakdown service again and hope they can get to me tonight” He just kind of nodded at me as I rubbed my hands briskly. “Before I do there’s one more thing I’m going to try that I need your help with,” and before he could reply I continued to speak, “It’s a bit parky this evening. D'you fancy a drink? I got a flask of coffee in the back.”

There was a risk that he would decline the offer, but I’d got him invested in my problem so he simply nodded.

“C'mon then"

The lad jumped out of the drivers seat and followed me round to the back of the van. I got the flask out and poured me some coffee onto two plastic cups. I lifted the cup to my mouth and held it there as I watched the naive lad take a sip "That's it mate - drink it all down"

“It’s really nice,” he told me, so I poured some out another cup. He took a few gulps more, then the cup fell out of his hand.

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The lad knew nothing more until he came around later tied to a chair. At first he didn’t know what had happened only that he had a blinding headache. As he became more conscious he could see there was someone sitting across the room from him. He became lucid enough to realise it was me, the same skinhead with the broken down van that asked him for help. The same skinhead with a lit cigarette in my mouth. The lad then realised all his clothes with the exception of his underwear had been removed. He was also fully aware of the ropes that were restraining him. He started to struggle and started to hurl verbal abuse at me. I was mildly surprised; I thought a trainee lawyer might have had a better grasp of English.

I said nothing, I stood up walked over to the lad and stuffed a dirty football sock in his mouth. “That’ll stop you making too much noise. It’s late, I’m going to bed. You’re my ‘guest’ for as long as I want to keep you, g'night”

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The next morning, the lad was woken by cold water being thrown in has face.

I left the room and came back with a pair of clippers. The lad’s eyes widened, I could see him begin to panic. A muffled "no" came from his sock-filled mouth. The cold teeth of the clippers slid across the middle of his head from forehead to crown, the first clump of hair slipped onto the floor. The lad started to struggle so I said “if you struggle you will get cut now that’s fine with me but you might not like it”. My grip changing aggressively as I worked around his head moving front to back, and all around the sides. I rubbed all over his head, happy with my work I turned the clippers off. The lad now had a zero crop. I walked into the bathroom and returned with a bowl and shaving kit.

I put down a bowl of warm water, can of shaving foam and an old fashioned razor. Again, he started to struggle against his bonds. He was saying something but I just ignored and started wetting his stubble, after-which I worked the shaving foam into his stubbly scalp. Then, more for effect than anything else, I picked up a cut-throat razor. Once again I explained that if the lad didn’t keep still he might lose a lot of blood before he was finished. This time the lad was motionless. I have to say for the duration of his head shave, he really didn’t move a muscle.

The last stroke of the razor was the longest and the best. I wrapped his head in a towel to remove the last bit of foam. Then drizzled some balm and messaged it into my freshly shaved scalp. I took the bowl and stuff back into the bathroom. Happy with my work I sat down on a chair across the room from him. “Now, let explain what is happening to you. First, I’m only going to release you if you accept these rules. You will not speak unless spoken to. You will not move unless I tell you to. You will do what I say without question. From now on until I tell you otherwise you call me Boss. Do you accept these rules boi?” He just nodded - I’m pretty sure he’d agree to anything just to get the stale sock out of his mouth. I carried on setting out the rules, “I’m warning you now, disobey me and you will again be restrained on that chair and you will also get a severe punishment is that clear?”

Forlorn looking he nodded again.

“Now listen to me. Your old life is over. You have been chosen by me to become a skinhead. I will turn you into a proud skinhead, eventually you will be inked and then pierced to my specification but in the meantime you are going wear skin gear.” Today you begin a new life with me. Now, the first thing I need is your signature on a few pieces of paper…you know just to make everything legal”. I handed the lad a pen but he didn’t take it straight away, “now I’ve told you there is an easy way with you accepting the new life I’m offering you or we can do it the hard way. It doesn’t bother me - now sign the documents or you’re going to take one hell of a beating.” Reluctantly the lad took the pen I was holding and signed his name on the papers and handed them back to me. [The signed papers would give notice on his rented flat, would inform his lecturers that he was quitting law school and he was resigning from his placement at the law firm].

I wheeled a mirror into the room so he could see his denuded head. “You look like a man now and I bet you feel better don’t you?” Not knowing what else to do, he simply nodded back. I reinforced my previous statement of intent, “so you’re my new project boi and when the time comes to leave me you will leave as a skinhead. A booted, inked and pierced skinhead, living by the skin code.” I finished my monologue and left the room to go make myself a drink and so that he could mull over what I’d just told him.

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I came back into the room about half an hour later. “It’s time to begin boi.” Pointing over at five pairs of black boots with different coloured laces I told him the first lesson will be how to look after your boots.

In my hand I had some black polish, what he realised was the work shirt he’d been wearing and a shoe brush. I dropped them by his feet and said “ok boi get over here and start shining the boots”. Understanding the previous warning I’d given him, there was no way out of this. He stood up from the chair walked over to where the boots were lined up. He timidly asked me “which ones Boss?” I was pleased he called me Boss without any prompting, ”all of them,” I responded. “Start with the ones in the middle, the ones with the white laces boi.”

He picked up the boots I’d instructed him. He opened the tin and dipped the rag into the black polish. He spent the next few hours shining all five pairs of boots. Every time he looked up to say he was finished, i would shake my head and give him a slap.

Now I know a thing about retraining lads, especially lads from good homes who tend to have a natural obedience because of their upbringing. I carefully balance the use of ‘fear of pain’ and ‘reward’. So long as the boi lives in fear of me and the pain I could inflict upon him, I can focus him on being rewarded for complying with my orders.

I looked at him, totally focussed on the boots. I thought about what might have been for the boi if I hadn’t decided to take him under my wing, I’m pretty sure that in his head he had his life mapped out ahead of him - someday becoming a partner in a law firm earning three-maybe four hundred thousand a year, marrying and having two or three kids. I step in and disrupt that to give him a new purpose, a more worthwhile purpose and a the opportunity to work in a proper job. Perhaps as a labourer, a refuse collector, joiner’s apprentice - who knows? What I do know is that he never, ever thought of being a skinhead; but soon he won’t be able to imagine life as anything else.

In all it took four hours of polishing the five pairs of boots before I said, “that’s enough for a first effort. You have one more pair to do later, they’re the ones you’ll be wearing!” I could see him shudder. “Now let’s get you dressed proper.”

I handed him a black Fred Perry shirt with yellow trim. “Put it on boi.”

He took it without questioning me, “yes, Boss.” He slipped the black polo over his body, I’d guessed the right size because it fitted perfectly. Next I told him that skinheads didn’t wear ‘poncy’ underwear, they go commando or wear a jock. “You are going to wear a jock and in time you’ll find out why.” I grinned, he had no idea about that devious part of my plan. I passed it to him and he looked at it - clearly he’d never worn one to play sport. “Take yer pants off, throw ‘em over there and put that on.” I remember he turned a shade of crimson. “Look boi, you ain’t got anything different to me, just get to it.” He saw me ball my fist, so he dithered no more and put the jock on.

You’ll wear that day after day untilI tell you to take it off. Next I told him to get the white football socks and put them on. Now for your bleachers. They’re gonna feel tight but that’s the way they are meant to be. This was the part I was looking forward - seeing the boi in tight bleachers, which I’d had cut so they barely went over the knee. And him seeing himself shaved and wearing skin gear for the first time.

I watch him stand up to pull them on. They were very tight and left nothing to the imagination. He told he felt they were too tight and felt weirdly short. I told him it’s how they are supposed to be. He was about to sit down when I told him to stay standing. I walked over to him and attached a pair of yellow braces to the waist of his bleachers at the back, over his shoulders and clipped them to the front.

“Nice - you’re looking the part boi,. but there’s something missing...”

“Are you going to make me wear a pair of those boots?”

“Haven’t you forgotten a word boi?” I clenched my fist again.

“Sorry....I mean BoSS, are you going to make me wear boots BoSS?”

“No, you have to earn the right to wear your boots, boi”

Pointing over to the wall, I instructed him to look at himself in the mirror. I told him he was well into his journey to becoming a skinhead.

I was surprised to see a bulge growing in his bleachers. “Interesting”, I thought. I felt that things were progressing at the right pace. I turned and left the room, leaving the lad to his thoughts.

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Breaking down a lad and rebuilding him as a boi in the desired image isn’t easy. If he was going to be a skinhead, he would have to behave like a skinhead and to believe there was no other way. To do this I ordered him to shave his head with foam and a razor every single morning. He would have to wait for me to inspect his work, only when I was satisfied would I allow him to get dressed. He would spend his day looking like a skin: wearing bleachers, Fred Perry, braces and football socks.

He still wasn’t allowed to wear boots. My goal was for him to learn the importance of boots to a skinhead: a highly visible sign that the wearer doesn’t give a shit about what anyone else thinks of them, they look menacing, and says ‘don’t mess with me’ because if you do, you’ll be the loser. I wanted him to beg me to wear the boots I’d got him, and I knew it would only be a matter of time until he was begging for permission to be booted. Until then on the occasions when we needed to go out, I made him out on some old workie overalls and on his feet he’d wear a pair of cheap and nasty black canvas plimsoles (remember the ones you might have worn in school?).

I didn’t know what his orientation was. In doing my research I’d not seen any evidence of girlfriend, or a boyfriend for that matter. I guessed that he might be so focussed on career, that he had suppressed any sexual urges or thought he’d wait ‘till the right person came along; then marry and have kids. Well, I had other plans. I wanted a boi to have ‘fun’ with and when I decided the time would come to let him leave he’d have absolutely no interest in women and he’d be looking for a skinhead partner or follow in my footsteps, finding ‘a lost sheep’ to convert into a proud gay skinhead, swelling the skinhead ranks.

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I returned to the room, “ok boi get over here.” He walked over towards me. “It’s time for you next lesson boi, you’re going to learn the art of bootlicking; you’re going to worship my boots. Boots are going to be the focus of your world and you don’t stop till I say. Get to it and I want to feel your tongue pressing hard.” Every so often I’d say “stop” and the boi would think he had done, but it was just to allow me to get a drink or go to the loo. I’d return and tell the lad to continue. I wanted him to get used to the position, being subservient (for the time being) and fully compliant with my instructions. Growing to love the taste of the leather, eventually becoming addicted to it. “Good boi”, I’d say every so often.

After a couple of hours of kneeling at my boots I told him, “that’s enough for a first effort now start on the other one”. The boi’s shoulders dropped but he did not say a word just started on the my other boot. After two more hours of bootlicking I allowed the lad to take a break. I got him some food but I made him eat it sitting on the floor by my boots.

The routine created for my new skinboi was expedited day after day. I would wake him at 6am in order for him to shave his head. I’d check the shave was to my satisfaction. Then he’d dress: black Fred Perry shirt, white football socks, bleachers, white braces. Then it would be down to work polishing all the boots in the morning, worshiping my boots in the afternoon and sometimes going outside with me dressed in full skin-gear and him in workie overalls and plimsoles. The monotony and repetition was wiping away his old life, soon all he would know is being a skinhead.

I also introduced him to the ‘joys’ that only a man can give another man. "Boi, Get over here, and get down on your knees." I watched my boi nervously get down on his knees. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him forward so his face was in my crotch. I held him there so he can revel in the joys of his Boss’ scent. After a few minutes I told him to unbutton my bleachers. He was reluctant at first, but I was insistent. He knew I could meter a severe punishment, so using his fingers in he starts undoing the buttons, one by one. He looked up into his eyes knowing what was about to ensue. He opened his mouth to speak, but I said, "Ssh.. boi.. this is a necessary part of your training." He takes hold of my waistline and pulls down my bleachers, forcing my jock down too. He doesn’t break eye contact with me as my tumescent manhood strikes him on the chin. My balls are big and hang low. All he can do is stare. I’m pretty lucky, at least 8 inches long, and thick enough that his hand will be able to wrap around it, but only just.

With my hand still on the back of my head, I say to him “open up boi.” He hesitates, but seeing the expression on my face, he complies. I know he’s scared about what is going to happen. He was probably thinking about that ‘normal’ life of wife, kids and career. But looking at him, I can see there is some level of arousal. I now enter his now willing mouth. The underside of my manhood rubs against the top of his tongue as he lets it rest in his mouth for a few seconds. I pull his head forward so I can force myself deeper into his throat. It's half way in before he gags on its length. Laughing, I pull out, "Pretty big eh? Don't worry. We'll work on that.” I put it back in his mouth and he begins sucking again. It isn't long before I notice how turned on he is by all of this. Something must have clicked in his mind. Perhaps he wasn’t sure of his sexuality. Perhaps he was naturally submissive and was finally responding to the changes I was making to him. I’ll never really know. He is now sucking with vigour; even trying his hardest to take me in his throat and make his Boss happy.

"What a good boi. You like sucking your Boss’ dick don't you?"

He nodded. I could tell from looking into his eyes he was happy he was making his Boss happy. I smiled, “you’re going to be getting as lot of practice from now on boi. In fact when you finally leave, you’ll have no interest in women anymore - that’s if you had any in the first place. A skinhead like you is going to be into real blokes, who love aggro, sp[it, piss and hard sex. Now get up.”

I stand him up, turn him around, and walk him over to the sofa. “Strip,” I order. He hesitates for a moment, but seeing the expression on my face, he obediently takes off his Fred Perry, drops his bleachers, and pulls down his jock. What i assume to be his untouched hole is fully now exposed to me. I lean him into the sofa, putting his knees up on the cushions and face into the backrest. As I stand behind him I’m pretty sure he can feel something rubbing on his bum cheeks. I’m pretty sure he knows what it is. My hands are exploring his arse, rubbing and massaging all over.

Then I do something he wouldn’t be expecting. I lean forward and bury my face in his arse. I’m ravishing his hole with my tongue, and I know he will have never had a feeling like this before. He’s now moaning into the cushions as my tongue explores my hole. Satisfied with my work I pull back. I hear a squeak of disappointment, but it doesn't last long. The next noise that emanates from the lad is a ‘yelp’ in response to me sliding a finger into his wet boi hole. His bum clenches as I slide my finger in and out.

“How does that feel boi?”

Breathlessly he responds, “it feels amazing. Don’t stop. Please.”

I reach around him and start jerking him off my, using the precum leaking out of the head I keep a steady pace in order to distract him from what I’m about to do. I insert another finger into his hole, then a third. I know he could have never dreamed about the pleasure he’s experiencing at this point. I kept this up for ten, twenty, maybe thirty minutes - I can’t remember. When I gauged that he was almost at the point of no return I asked him a question.

"Are you ready for me to finally mark you as mine, boi?

At this point I knew he didn’t want this ‘world of pleasure’ I was giving him to end, so he vigorously nodded .

“Do you want to screw your tight little virgin boi hole? Speak."

"Please. Yes. I need your cock. Please take my boi hole," he whimpers.

I rub the head of my cock against his hole. His hands reach behind him and with both hands he pulls his cheeks apart giving me full access. Slowly, I push forwards applying pressure on his hole. Then, the pop. I’m in.

He yelps, “ow, ow, it hurts, no! He tries to rise up. But then I place a hand on his back, forcing him down.

"Shh.. boi..give it time, The pain will go - you'll learn to love it"

I keep the head of my hard pole in his hole for a few seconds without moving it to get him accustomed to it. Very slowly I start to move back and forth. I’m very steadily stretching his hole more and more. But then I notice a change in the noises he’s making.

I spoke up, “see boi, that initial pain begins to get replaced. Replaced by this, full feeling and eventually that makes way for an unbelievable pleasure. A pleasure only a man can give you.” I rock back and forth, putting more of my cock into his tight arse, When I pull back he’s started to push back; he’s moaning each time more is pushed inside him, until finally I feel my sack up against his arse.

"You like that boi? All of your Boss is in your arse. And my what a tight one you have boi."

"Ohh.... It's so good," in his state of ecstasy is all he can summon up.

I begin pumping back and forth, pulling out to the point to where the tip of the head is all that is left in his arse and then pressing all the way back in.

"Tell me you like it boi. Tell your skinhead Boss what you want me to do. Tell me now boi!"

"Boss yes!.. You feel so good inside me. Please don't stop. Please. Please fill me with your pure skinhead seed"

I pick up the pace to the point where I’m pounding his arse. I continue to penetrate him over and over again. I’m hoping to reach that special place every male has. I tell him to turn around because I want him to be looking at me when I deposit my seed. I start again, pumping in and out, over and over. His eyes roll back into his head as I go all the way down. I can tell he’s experiencing a new feeling. Soon he’ll be at the point of no return. The point where man sex is all he desires.

"You feel that boi? I’m massaging your prostate"

"Oh my god Boss. That feels so good. Please don't stop."

I’m thrusting into his arse, back and forth, slowly at first then picking up the pace. He grabs his cock and starts jerking it.

"Yes!” he says, “please keep going. don’t stop!"

I keep pumping away, when I hear him say, “I’m going to cum.” I pull his hands away. “You have to ask permission to cum boi.” I say sternly.

“Please may I cum, please Boss?” he begs.

“I’ll let you cum when you tell me what you are boi.”

“What, what do you mean?” he queries.

“Tell me what you are boi, tell me you’re a skinhead! Tell me you’re going to live your life as a proud, gay skinhead. You’ll spread the word and convert others to the skinhead life.”

“Yes, I will,” he responds, eagerly.

“Not good enough boi, tell me what I have turned you into, now!”

Breathing heavily as I continue to plough in and out of his arse he responds, “oh, okay. I’m a skinhead, a gay skinhead. I proud, gay skinhead. I’ve been shown how to live as a skinhead, how to dress in skin gear, how to polish and lace my boots correctly. How to shave my head. How to live my life... from... now on as a skinhead.”

“Yes boi, you are a skinhead. For now you’re my skin boi. There are some final changes I have to make to ensure there’s no return to your old life. Now cum for me.”

Streams of cum land on his chest. I feel his are clinches around my cock as I keeps pumping away, reaching the point of no return. Marking him, filling him with my essence. I look deeply into his eyes and can see complete bliss.

I slow down, then pull out. Our lips meet and lock together.

To reinforce his new gay skinhead life, we repeat these sessions, day after day. Me on top and him on the bottom. Because I want him to convert others to the skinhead life, I need to allow him to top. So in some sessions we switch and he gets to experience what it’s like to penetrate another man. We always shag in skinhead gear and our sessions get more exciting as he gives himself to this new life I’ve created for him.

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A couple of weeks later, I woke up to find my boi had got out of my bed early and was already in the bathroom. I opened the door to find him shaving his head. I smiled at him and he smiled back: success!

I waited for him to come downstairs wondering how he would be dressed. Sure enough he walked into the room, with the exception of a pair of boots he was dressed in his skinhead gear.

I looked up, “hello boi, what are you?” was all I asked him.

“I am a skinhead Boss, living by the skinhead code” he replied

“Good boi.”

Quickly, I made a call to a friend to book a four-hour appointment.

I came back into the room, "boi, get the black boots with the white laces, and put them on. Lace them as I’ve shown you.

“Yes Boss”, he replied excitedly.

We’re going into town to make some final changes to the way you look. We are going to make sure everyone knows what you are. Tell me again, what are you boi?”

As he laced his boots he repeated his mantra. “I’m a skinhead, BoSS.”

“Yes boi, and after today there is going to be no way back. Now, get a move on and finish lacing those boots because we have an appointment booked.

I watch closely as he ladder laces his new black boots. I’m admiring the skin boi I’ve created. In the next hour he will begin the final part of his transformation. He will stay with me for some time so that I can fully reinforce his skinhead training. When I decide he’s the finished article, I will tell him to go find himself a partner, perhaps a normal lad he can transform into his own skinboi perhaps someone who is already leading a skinhead life.

As I look at my skinboi standing in the doorway, I start thinking about what my next project will be...

#skinhead #ranger boots #shavehead #bleachers

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Unexpectedly Ours: Part 1: What it means to us

Pairing: Doctor!Strange, Defender!Strange, Supreme!Strange x Pregnant!Reader

Synopsis: The reader is faced with an unexpected pregnancy and fears what this could mean for her unconventional relationship.

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: Mentions of sexual activities, pregnancy relatated themes, polyamorous relationship dinamics.

A/N: This is the first part of a four-chapter mini series. The sex pollen event mentioned in the story can be read HERE.

It must be because of all the creampies, you thought as you bowed your head again on the toilet vomiting your lungs out.

Technically it was all about the creampies, but how could you turn them down when there was nothing you loved more than letting your Stephens fill you up with all their cum? It was much more than the physical thing, you simply loved the way the three of them, exactly the same, would bury their faces in the crook of your neck and get totally lost in their pleasure when they came. The sweet noises they make is your favorite sound in the world.

You were on birth control, the problem was, as you well remembered, that a little over a month ago you broke a relic and ended up intoxicated by some type of sex pollen and you were almost sure that substance was what cut the effect of your pills.

"Damn sex pollen" You muttered, slowly getting up and going to the sink to brush your teeth and try to start your day. You hadn't taken any tests yet, but you were late, your breasts were sore and swollen and the morning sickness was only getting worse instead of better. Taking the test was just a formality, like accepting the receipt after using your credit card. Okay, that certainly wasn't one of your best metaphors.

You sighed heavily, staring at your clothes hanging on the hangers and trying to decide what to wear to work. Your feet crossed, your toes tapping anxiously against the polished wooden floor.

Phil will love this. You thought sarcastically. Of course, of all your problems, your boss was the least of them, but you knew he was counting on you one hundred percent, he was definitely not exaggerating when he said that the office couldn't handle a week without you. Phil didn't have the profile of a boss or an accountant. He was disorganized and confused and relied on you to keep everything on track. Which often left you with more work than you should have, as Defender always reminded you.

You opted for a suit skirt, and a silk shirt with high heels. It was basically your everyday uniform.

You were too late for breakfast, so you ran to the kitchen just to get a cup of coffee so you could drink it on the way to the office, but when you entered the kitchen you found the three Stephens there, eating, but mostly talking, civilly, no arguments. How was that even possible? However, they were silent the moment you entered the room.

"Don't stop because of me, I'm already leaving." You said, pouring your coffee into the cup and looking for its lid in all the drawers without success. The three of them were silent, looking at you rummaging through and slamming the cupboard doors and then one of them moved his fingers and opened a specific door.

"Top shelf. Right where the glass was." Defender said.

You stood on your tiptoes to grab the lid "Thanks. So, what were you guys talking about. Was it just me or did you guys stop talking when I arrived? You know what they say, maybe I was the topic of the conversation."

You covered the cup and took a long sip of coffee, looking at the clock. "Anyway, I have to go. I'll leave you guys alone to conspire as you please. You know, maybe it would be a good idea to have another me here, just to balance things out, in case you guys decide to gang up on me."

Stephen let out a small laugh "That would be a nightmare, sweetheart. One of you is enough work." He opened his arms welcoming you in a hug and kissed your lips quickly. "Have a good day."

You hurriedly kissed Defender and Supreme goodbye and grabbed your bag and keys from the counter. "I'll see you later, be careful with whatever you do today. I want my boyfriends safe and sound when I get home."

You said rushing out of the kitchen.

Every time you stepped foot out of the Sanctum Sanctorum into the morning bustle of Bleecker Street you felt like you were leaving one world and entering another. The eternal dichotomy of new and old, magical and mundane.

People walked along the sidewalk next to your house as if it were the most normal thing in the world, without having any idea of the practices that took place there and in a way you were grateful for that. You couldn't bear to see your home turn into a tourist spot for curious tourists.

When you arrived at the building it was as if morning sickness had never existed, you were feeling much better and were sure you would be able to work normally, however all your confidence disappeared when the elevator stopped on the office floor and you were hit by the smell of fresh paint.

You had totally forgotten that Phil had told you a few days ago that they were going to paint the building. In addition to the unpleasant smell that automatically made your stomach turn again, you watched as you passed - dodging boxes and boxes of files on the floor, tables pulled away from the walls and wires lying around waiting for the victims who would trip over them – that you and your coworkers would have to work crammed into rooms that had already finished painting.

By lunchtime you had already run to the bathroom three times to vomit. Your coworkers, Nancy and Beverly, kept exchanging not-so-discreet glances between them every time you returned to your post ready to go back to your calculations. Their distrust only increased when you said that you preferred not to go to lunch because just thinking about food made you feel sick, but they didn't say anything, at least not directly to you.

By 3pm you were literally feeling sick, the nausea wasn't getting better and the hunger was making your body weak, your vision was getting dark and you started to hear the familiar ringing in the ear of someone who has very low blood pressure and is about to faint. You tried to get up slowly to go to the bathroom and wash your face, but you never got there.

You woke up to the strong smell of alcohol gel that Nancy rubbed in front of your nose. They had placed you in one of the armchairs in the main room. Phil was on the phone talking to someone and a minute later a portal opened in the middle of the room making everyone's eyes widen and Stephen walked through it without paying attention to them.

"I had no idea she was feeling sick, Doctor Strange, or I would have let her go home." Phil ran to say.

Stephen nodded, stopping in front of you and resting both hands on his waist, he rolled his lips, clearly annoyed.

"She shouldn't have even come to work because she was feeling sick early on."

He reached out to you. "Come on, sweetheart, let's go home."

...

Stephen handed you a steaming cup filled with a not-so-pleasant-looking greenish liquid. You glanced at him suspiciously "What is this?"

"A mix of herbs that will help with your nausea." He said, sitting next to you on the couch and resting one of his hands on your knee. "You shouldn't have gone to work today, sweetheart."

You sipped the tea making a face which made Stephen chuckle.

"Yeah, it's not pleasant at all, but try taking some. It'll help."

You sighed feeling your stomach turning again. "I was feeling good in the morning. Of course I puked my guts out, but I was fine. I thought I was going to have a normal day, but the smell of fresh paint..."

Stephen heard you rolling your lips.

You sighed, "I thought it was something I ate at first, but now, I don't think that's the case." You confessed, going back to drinking from your cup and letting the hot liquid go down your throat.

Stephen brushed a strand of hair from your face and tucked it behind your ear.

"How long have you known?" He asked. It was clear that he, too, had noticed all the signs.

You shrugged, "A week after the day my period was supposed to start. You know I'm not usually late."

He rested his elbow on the back of the couch and rested his face in his hand, his blue eyes glancing at you with an unusual interest, as if trying to analyze some hidden expression on your face.

"That's what we were talking about in the kitchen. I wasn't the only one who noticed."

You forced yourself to finish your tea with one last sip and Stephen hurried to take the cup from your hands. "How are you feeling?"

You thought for a minute "I think this disgusting thing is actually helping."

He smirked.

"I have to take a test, don't I?"

He moved his fingers making the cup that was in his hand disappear and extended his arms "Come here."

You were eager to snuggle into his chest. Everything there was so inviting, from the smell of his perfume to the texture of his robes. You inhaled deeply letting his presence comfort you.

"It was the pollen. It cut the effect of the pill."

Stephen chuckled nervously. "It was predictable since it serves exclusively reproductive purposes. We should have thought of that, the three of us, but... we didn't. I don’t think we thought much that afternoon."

You let out a small giggle and Stephen held you tighter in his arms. "Let's do a test to confirm." He suggested.

You tilted your head to look at him. "Are you guys mad at me?" The words were choked, but Stephen smiled sweetly. "I'm not mad at you. Why would I be? It wasn't something we were planning, but I confess the idea has grown on me these last few days."

"But the other Stephens... it’s complicated and Supreme hates children."

Stephen smirked "I never wanted kids either, love, but things change. Don't worry about us. It's okay."

You were silent for a long time, enjoying the sound of Stephen's breathing, the sound of his heart beating in your ear. You were feeling reasonably better and little by little you felt your eyelids getting heavy.

You only realized you had dozed off when you heard Stephen's voice ringing in your ears. He still held you in his arms, but he had made himself better comfortable on the couch.

"She passed out at work and I had to pick her up, but she's okay now." You heard Stephen report and Defender sat next to you on the couch and rested his hand on your knee.

"How are you feeling, baby?" He asked, extending his hand to you and you moved slowly, swapping Stephen's lap for his. Your arms wrapped around his neck. Stephen took the opportunity to stretch his legs and stood up.

"I'll leave you with Defender, sweetheart. I have a pregnancy test to buy." He snapped his fingers, exchanging his robes for a pair of jeans and a bottom up shirt. "I'll be back in a few minutes."

You nodded.

"Get something for the nausea too." Defender suggested and the two of you watched Stephen disappear into the entrance hall and heard the front door open and close.

"You didn't tell me how you're feeling."

He cupped your face affectionately in his rough hands.

"I'm better. Stephen made me drink some disgusting tea, but it helped a lot."

He nodded letting you play with his hair. You took off the hair tie and placed it on your wrist and began to comb the strands with your fingers, carefully undoing some knots.

Stephen sighed heavily, melting into your touch, he tilted his head up to kiss you and you allowed yourself to get lost in his lips. Soft and sweet.

"I'm happy" He breathed on your lips and to your surprise he lowered his hand to your belly. "Of course we still need to confirm this, but I want you to know that I've always wanted this. Deep down, I've always wanted to have a family, so this is kind of a dream come true for me."

You looked at him blankly, but didn't say anything. There was a whirlwind of feelings in your chest and the racing thoughts were making your mind spin. Everything still seemed like a dream.

"I don't know if I can do this, Stephen." That's just what you said.

He rested his forehead on yours. "If that's the case, we'll do it together. The four of us. You won’t have to do anything alone."

You nodded.

...

Sometimes you felt like you could see situations from the outside, as if they were happening to other people. This was one of those moments. You were sitting on the toilet, panties pulled down to your ankles, one hand covering your mouth and the other holding the positive pregnancy test.

Outside the bathroom you knew there were three men anxiously waiting to find out the results. Maybe they were sitting at the foot of the bed waiting, the image that came to mind somehow managed to draw a nervous chuckle from your lips.

You heard a soft knock on the door followed by a baritone voice. "Honey... is everything okay in there?"

Was it everything okay? You knew you needed to get up, get out of that bathroom and deal with reality, but you couldn't do that because you were still struggling to understand your feelings. You doubted that Stephen knew the immensity of that simple question at that moment. To be okay. Were you okay with that? Would you be okay with that new reality that was imposing itself on you? Would your relationship be okay? Would the Stephens be okay with that?

"Honey... say something." Supreme insisted and you heard Defender's calm voice responding. "Give her time."

You sighed, standing up and pulling up your panties and shorts. "I'm going."

You placed the test on the sink and allowed yourself to look in the mirror. Your eyes were red, but you couldn't cry because none of this seemed to be happening to you, it just couldn't be real.

You washed your face and tied your hair haphazardly into a bun just to get it out of your face. Whether it seemed real or not, whether it seemed to be happening to someone else and not you or not, reality was imposed on that object and you needed to face it.

When you opened the bathroom door, Supreme was standing there waiting for you. Stephen was sitting at the foot of the bed and Defender was sitting in the armchair next to the fireplace. The three of them stared at you, trying to read in your expressions the words that took you a few seconds to say.

"I... I'm pregnant." You reported waving the pregnancy test in the air as proof.

Now it was your turn to watch their reactions. Supreme stared at you with his mouth slightly open as if he had somehow completely forgotten how to close it. Defender looked at you with a beautiful smile on his lips that somehow felt so comforting.

Stephen smirked as if he had already gone through the entire acceptance process before when he saw all the signs even before you did. For him, in a way, that result was just a formality, you thought.

"Please, say something." You asked, your voice low and hoarse.

Stephen stood up and slowly walked towards you, he pulled you by the waist until your bodies were rubbing each other and cupped your cheek. "I love you and I will love this baby just as much, but I want you to know that the choice is yours. Do you want to keep it?"

It's strange, you thought, how you've spent your entire life being pro-abortion, but haven't thought about it for a moment since the possibility of pregnancy crossed your mind. Somehow you knew it wasn't an option for you because you didn't want it to be.

"It's mine, it's yours. Of course I want to keep it." You responded, feeling hot tears falling from your eyes and running down your cheeks. The feelings that seemed blocked now overwhelming you. Fear, doubt, insecurity, but also affection, love. So much love. It just occurred to you in that moment that you had a piece of Stephen inside of you.

Stephen smiled widely and his eyes were red and wet with tears that threatened to spill over. He pulled you to his lips and kissed you hard. When he broke the kiss his face was wet with tears and he smiled. "We're having a baby, sweetheart."

You chuckled nervously, "Yes, we will."

Defender walked towards you and you threw yourself into his arms kissing him hard. You knew he was happy and you were so happy knowing he wanted this. You just knew you couldn't do it without him. Of the three Stephens, he was the most responsible, the one who always made the most difficult decisions and in a way you felt safer knowing that you would have him by your side throughout the process.

"We're having a baby, Stephen." The words came out choppy, such was your emotion. Defender held your face in his hands and rested his forehead on yours.

"You made me the happiest man in the world today, baby. I love you so much!" He kissed you again softly.

"Supreme...she needs you now." You heard Stephen saying and turned to look at Supreme. He was standing there staring at his hands, his face a mixture of surprise and fear. Definitely contrasting with Defender's happiness.

"Stephen..." You called insecurely approaching him.

"I spent so long believing that I was only capable of destruction and death... after everything I caused to my universe." He said in a choked voice "How can I deserve something like this after everything I've done?" He stared at you, there were tears in his eyes and pain, so much pain. "Sometimes I can barely bear to touch you with these hands, honey. How can I hold a baby..."

You felt your heart breaking at the sight of his suffering, but you held his hands in yours and brought them to your lips and kissed them. You cupped his cheek. "Stephen, all that matters is who you are now, the good you do in this universe, the love we share. You deserve to be loved and you know it."

You brought his hands to your belly. "You are capable of creating life, We did this together, it is ours and I love you. God, I love you so much."

You wiped away his tears with your thumb. "Stephen's right. I need you. I can't do this without the three of you."

Supreme nodded and cupped your cheek. "I'm here. I love you honey with all my heart and I'm not going anywhere."

You wrapped your arms around his waist, hugging him tight and resting your face on his chest, smelling him and letting that comfort you.

You never wanted to have a baby, you never imagined yourself as a mother, but you knew somehow that you could do it if you had your Stephens with you.

...

When you thought about how it went from you vomiting in the toilet to you lying on an ultrasound table with the doctor, a nurse and three Stephens staring open-mouthed at a monitor and listening to the heart of a living being that you had made together with tears in their eyes, you could hardly believe what was happening, but at the same time you enjoyed the feeling of euphoria mixed with an indescribable love that seemed to take root inside your chest.

Being pregnant was something new and different and terrifying all at the same time and although you wanted to keep it to yourselves for a while, it was impossible to convince the Stephens to keep it a secret and so you had all the tests that made sure everything was fine with you and the little being inside you, the Stephens decided it was time to tell everyone that they in their magnificent glory had knocked you up.

The fact that Tony invited you to one of his post-mission parties only gave them the perfect opportunity to make the big announcement and once you were there they waited until the end of the party when Tony's guests left and just his fellow Avengers were there to finally speak.

You guys were sitting on the sofas chatting and laughing, Tony and Thor were telling their versions of a specific moment in the battle while Steve and Sam teased the two, contradicting what they were saying.

The atmosphere was light and relaxed. You loved those moments. Obviously you weren't a big fan of the grandeur of Tony's parties, but those moments when you could sit among friends and talk about anything and laugh made up for everything else. You were always so grateful to have those people as your friends and so much more than that, they were your family.

You were sitting between Supreme and Defender, playing with their hands that you kept in your lap while laughing listening to the nonsense your friends were saying and stealing kisses from both of them. At first your friends would give you curious looks and you couldn't blame them. Being in a relationship with three men is unconventional enough and the fact that they are three versions of the same man didn't help much. But over time they got used to the idea.

Stephen had gone to the bar to pour himself a martini and when he came back he brought you a drink that he made a point of explaining was non-alcoholic - which caught the attention of Natasha who looked at the two of you with a raised eyebrow, but didn't say anything.

"If you guys allow me, there's something we're looking forward to sharing with you" Stephen said, interrupting Thor and Rhodes' long debate about the battle and you felt your cheeks turning red and sipped your drink to hide it.

"For the love of God, don't say it's another Strange!" Tony teased.

"In a way, it is." Supreme replied, taking your hand to his lips and kissing it.

Natasha looked at you intently and then smiled. "I think I know what it is."

You smile brightly at her.

"Stop the suspense. Just talk at once!" Tony demanded impatiently.

Stephen completely ignored Tony and held out his hand for you to stand up and pulled you into his arms speaking into your ear "Tell them, sweetheart."

You inhaled deeply turning to face your friends who now looked at you anxiously. Stephen wrapped his arms around your waist. Defender and Supreme were smiling proudly.

"We're having a baby." You announced and they cheered excitedly and you felt your heart getting warm with all that affection. Tears accumulating at your waterline.

"That's wonderful news, Y/n." Pepper said hugging you. "It'll be great not to be the only mom around here." She said.

"So how did this happen?" Tony asked looking genuinely surprised. “Y/n why didn’t you tell me that? How long are you guys keeping this secret?”

"I don't think we need to explain how babies are made, Stark." Supreme returned to which everyone laughed.

“I was waiting for the best moment to tell” You confessed.

"Ha ha, really funny. “Tony rolled his eyes to Supreme. What I meant was, you guys were trying for a baby and didn't mention anything?"

Stephen just chuckled and pulled you to his lips.

"We weren't planning, but..." Defender began to explain.

"But we were definitely doing everything we could to make it happen. Many, many times." Supreme teased, interrupting Defender and making you blush and your friends laugh.

"…We are extremely happy." Defender concluded.

"This is incredible. Children are a blessing. In Asgard we judged a happy family by the number of children they had." Thor explained.

"Thank god we're not in Asgard. Or I'd be considered a very unhappy person." Natasha replied and then got up and hugged you. "I'm so happy for you, Y/n." She faced Stephen smirking "I can't say the same for the child who will have three Stranges as parents."

Supreme chuckled. "I know deep down you love me, Romanoff."

"Yeah, you're delusional." She retorted making you giggle.

"You know he or she will call you Aunt Nat, right?" Stephen teased and Natasha smirked.

"Why do you think I'm so happy about the news? There's something really special about being Aunt Nat, I can spoil your kids without regrets."

"Okay, now I'm worried." Defender said chuckling and holding your hand pulling you closer.

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Girls Like Girls - Robin Buckley X Cheerleader!Reader

Summary: Robin has a crush on the new girl in town. Y/N is also a new member of the cheer squad, which means Robin sees her all the time at games and other school events. Unfortunately, Robin is put in a tough situation. She's scared to talk to her because the cheerleaders have a reputation of being mean girls and she fears that Y/N may not feel the same. Little does Robin know that Y/N does not appear as she seems. Y/N becomes best friends with Eddie, which seems unlikely at the surface due to different social circles. This leads to rumors of course and word spreads like wildfire here at Hawkins, which then makes Robin's feelings even more confusing. After hanging out with Steve and the gang, Robin starts to see a different side to Y/N. Will they end up together or will they just remain friends?

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A/N: When I mention 'Sam' in my story, I'm talking about the girl in this photo. She was never in the story of the show but I wanted to add another girl to the group and this photo helped capture what I needed.

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Chapter 7

“Nancy, no offense, but you are no help. None of these look good on me.” Robin stated as she stood in front of the large mirror trying on dresses. She lost track of how many she tried on. None of them stood out to her and she didn’t feel like herself in them.

“Well maybe we just need to keep looking?” Nancy suggested. Robin stood there fidgeting in the fabric and making a sour face. Nancy could tell something wasn’t right. Luckily she knew how to fix it. “You know what, why don’t you change back into your clothes and then meet me back here.” Nancy said. Robin sighed in relief and went back to change. Nancy left Robin and walked to the front counter. “Hi excuse me, is there any chance I can use your phone please?” Nancy asked the employee. She nods and hands Nancy the phone.

“Steve?”

“Yes?”

“Hey it’s Nancy, are you busy?”

“What are you doing here?” Robin asked as she saw Steve standing next to Nancy.

“Nancy here thought you may need some help finding the right outfit for prom and a dress just won’t cut it, so that’s where I come in. I’m gonna take you shopping to help you find what suits you.” Steve said with a smile.

“I am relinquishing my duties and passing them off to Steve.” Nancy said with a chuckle.

“Let’s get this show on the road, Buckley!” Steve said, clapping walking toward the exit.

“I’m coming dingus!” Robin laughed and followed behind.

The two sat in the car on the way to the next shop. “So if you’re not taking me dress shopping, then where are you taking me?” Robin questioned.

“You’ll see Buckley, be patient.” Steve said as he continued to drive to the destination.

“I don’t see why I can’t just go with Y/N, she is my date after all and I care about looking nice for her.” Robin said, rolling her eyes.

“You think I won’t find something that makes you look nice? Do you know who you’re talking to?” Steve asked jokingly.

“You know what I mean, you’re a guy. How exactly can you help me with this?” Robin continued.

“Robin, I know you better than most people do. Why do you think Nancy called me in the first place? You are not a dress kind of girl, you and I both know that. But, we can find something else that works for you and what you’re comfortable with.” Steve said.

“Yeah I guess you’re right.” Robin said.

“I’m sorry, what was that? I was what?” Steve joked.

“Alright Harrington don’t push it.” Robin laughed and gave her friend a light shove.

“Okay okay, we’re here anyways.” He laughed and pulled into a parking space. Robin looked up at the sign with a puzzled look. “What? What’s the matter?” Steve asked.

“Why are we at the Men’s Factory? I thought we were looking for clothes, not tools.” Robin questioned.

“Are you serious?” Steve said. “Robin, this isn’t- dear god help me.” He sighed.

“What?” Robin asked.

The pair got out of the car and walked into the store, Robin was soon hit with the realization that it was in fact NOT a home improvement store. It was a store full of all different kinds of suits. Steve and Robin walked around hoping something would jump out to her. But so far nothing.

“What about this one?” Steve asked, holding up a brown suit.

“Oh god no.” Robin said, making a sour face.

They continued to walk around, going from suit to suit. Trying things on left and right, until they found THE one. It was a nice white button up, a black tie with a black vest, and dress pants to match.

“This is it. This is the one.” Robin said as she stood in front of the mirror. She loved how she not only looked, but how she felt as well. She felt like herself and that’s what matters the most.

As she checked out she couldn’t help but think about you. She hoped you were having a good time shopping for the right dress.

“Can you all stop running around and sit the hell down!” Sam yelled at the rest of the guys as they ran around the store trying to help you find the right dress.

“This is not it.” You said walking out in a bright yellow gown. “I look like a banana!”

“I think you look like a lovely banana!” Gareth said as he stood next to you in the mirror.

“Well of course you’d say that, you picked this one out in the first place!” You chuckled to him. You turned around and saw a few of the boys holding up more colorful dresses. “Why do you people want me to look like a fruit salad?”

“You people clearly don’t know her at all.” Sam stated walking over to the rest of you. “Stop trying to put her in bright colors, you all should know that Y/N doesn’t like that kind of stuff!” Sam proclaimed.

The group continued to look around to find you a dress. Nothing stood out to you. You got changed and walked out to the rest of your friends. “Let’s just go to the next store and be done.” You were getting frustrated that you couldn’t find anything. You had already tried 2 other shops and you were getting tired. The group had agreed and you all climbed into Eddie’s van and went to the next store.

“So where are we off to now?” Eddie asked you quietly to not let the others hear. He knew that if they did they would suggest another dress shop.

“Can we just go to the thrift store? I really don't need anything fancy, that’s not even my type of style.” You replied.

“Trust me I know that.” He chuckled. “We’ll find you something, don't worry.” He reassured you.

“What are we doing here?” Jeff asked as you guys pulled up to the thrift shop.

“Guys I really don’t need a ball gown or anything fancy. I just wanna look and feel nice while having a good time with my girlfriend.” You said walking into the store. They agreed to help you find something that was more ‘you’.

You all walked around and found random items like necklaces and bracelets. But no dress yet. Until you heard Sam screech. “THIS IS IT!”

She ran to you and huffed and puffed as she showed you the dress. You took the item and went to try it on. You stood in front of the mirror and you knew as soon as you put it on that it was the one. You walked out of the changing room to show everyone the dress.

“It’s perfect!” Sam exclaimed.

Most of the boys stood in awe.

“You look beautiful.” Eddie said, walking up to you. He looked at you tearfully.

“Thanks, Eds.” You turned to hug him. “Everything is gonna be perfect.” You were now even more excited to go to the prom with Robin.

You finished getting ready and made your way downstairs as you waited for Robin to arrive for pictures. You were nervous to say the least, you just wanted everything to be perfect for the pair of you.

“You look beautiful Y/N!” Your nana stated as she stood in front of you. She pulled you in for a hug.

“Thank you Nan!” You said, hugging her back.

“Alright let’s get some pictures with you and Eddie!” She suggested. You nodded and made your way outside, Eddie following behind shortly after.

As you and Eddie had finished taking pictures, Steve pulled into the driveway. Robin jumped out before he could even fully park the car. “God Buckley, would you be careful?” Steve said sarcastically.

Robin didn’t care though. She was too excited to see just how beautiful you looked and boy was she right. You looked breathtaking. “Wow.” was all she managed to spew out. Robin stood there in awe as you had approached her.

“Hi buttercup! Well look at you, you look absolutely perfect!” You said as you pulled your girlfriend in for a hug. You pulled away from the hug soon after. “Is that for me?” You ask as you point to the box in Robin’s hands.

“What? Oh uh yeah, this is for you!” Robin said with excitement. It was a corsage that matched your dress. Robin had been asking all week what your dress looked like, she was too eager and wanted to know everything. Knowing that she would ask until your ears fell off, you gave in and told her about the color of your dress.

“It’s beautiful Robin!” You exclaimed. “Wanna help me put it on?” You asked. She nodded and took it out of the box and helped you put it on your wrist.

“It’s not too tight is it? Or too big? I wasn’t sure-” Robin began to ramble.

“It’s perfect!” You said giving her a soft peck on the cheek. You could see her cheeks turning red which caused you to chuckle. “I have something for you too!” You turned to Eddie who was standing behind you with a box similar to the one that Robin had and took it from him. You opened it to reveal a matching boutonniere. You helped Robin put it on. “There, now we match!” You said with excitement.

“You guys look great!” Steve complimented as he approached the pair of you. “Wait, why are you all dressed up?” He asked, pointing to Eddie.

“Oh please this is hardly even dressed up!” Eddie proclaimed. He wore a simple black dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and some dark jeans. He also paired it with some boots and his usual jewelry.

“It’s dressed up for you!” You chuckled.

“That still doesn’t answer the question though.” Steve said.

“Eddie’s also going, I thought you-” Steve interrupted you.

“Well how come he gets to go and I don't?!” Steve pouted.

“Maybe because I’m still a student there?” Eddie laughed. “Plus I’m not even going in, I’m gonna be sitting in my van making sure nothing happens to them.”

“Why don’t you come with Steve? I’m sure Eddie could use the company.” Robin suggested.

“Oh I don’t think-” Both Eddie and Steve said in unison.

“That’s a great idea!” You proclaimed.

“Alright alright, let’s get these pictures taken so you kids can be on your way!” Your nana said as she held the camera up.

You and Robin took your pictures and soon you all loaded into Eddie’s van and made your way to the school.

“If anything happens you just get Sam and she’ll come get me, okay?” Eddie said going over the plan again.

“Yes yes I got it! Okay we’re going in now.” You said, you were eager to get in and have a good time with your girlfriend. “Just promise me you wont kill each other?” You asked before closing the van door.

“Yeah yeah we promise.” The two said in unison once again.

“Okay, let's do this!” You say, closing the van door and taking Robin’s hand as you walked toward the doors. The two of you stood at the doors for a moment, preparing for the night ahead of you. “You ready my love?” You asked, looking at Robin.

“As I’ll ever be.” She replied nervously. She wanted this night to be special for you both.

You opened the doors and walked into the gym. It was magical. All the lights and beautiful decorations that lined the room really brought it all together. You made your way over to Sam and her date who was grabbing some punch.

“Hey guys!” You greeted your friend.

“Wow you two look amazing!” Sam complemented you both.

“Thanks, you guys look great too!” Robin thanked.

“We’ll be keeping a close eye on you guys throughout the night. Now go out there and have a good time with each other!” Sam spoke.

You said your goodbyes and you both made your way to the dance floor.

Everything was going great. You and Robin were dancing and singing your heart out. You both had danced with some friends as well. The both of you were now at a table eating snacks and just talking about the night so far. As you were talking with one another, a slow song started to play. You both make your way to the dance floor to have a special moment. There you are in the middle of the gym, holding one another and just enjoying each other. This night was perfect. Or so you thought.

“Well look at you two, how adorable!” Chrissy said as she approached the two of you.

“Can’t you leave us alone for one night Cunningham?” You asked in annoyance.

“I come in peace I promise!” She stated with her hands up.

“Uh huh, I’m sure you do.” Robin said also now annoyed at this point.

“Honest I swear! Look I know that things aren’t so great between us, but I just wanted to offer your spot back to you on the team!” Chrissy began as she turned to look at you.

Chrissy continued to go on and on about some random bullshit as she does when suddenly Robin felt something wet fall onto her hand. She looked down to see a droplet of red. Robin looked above and saw what appeared to be a bucket with some rope tied around it on the rafters above you both. She turned to the left to see the other cheer squad members laughing with one another holding onto the rope that was attached to the bucket. She turned to you to get your attention.

“We have to go, like now!” Robin whispered in your ear.

You looked at her and could see that she was serious. You nodded to her. “Well you know Chrissy, this little chit chat was fun and all, but I think we’re gonna head out now. You and Jason go have a fun time now!” You say trying to get away from her.

Chrissy tried to get you both to stay and talk with her, but despite her efforts you both weren’t budging and kept walking away. This made her extremely mad and her demeanor changed. “Ugh god get back here NOW!” She yelled at you.

As you turned around to face her, you saw red liquid falling from the ceiling. Robin pulled you out of the way as it came down. It all fell directly onto Chrissy. “What in the Carrie?” You said to yourself as you watched the scene in front of you. The gym fell silent at this point. A few other people were hit with whatever was in the bucket, but it was mostly all over Chrissy. The realization had hit her like a truck and she began to scream off the top of her lungs. You both made your way out of the gym and booked it for Eddie’s van.

“No no no Lord of the Rings is so much better than that!” Eddie proclaimed.

“God you are such a nerd!” Steve laughed. Suddenly the van door swung open. “Whoa whoa what happened? Are you both okay?” Steve asked as you and Robin jumped into the van and slammed the door shut. You were both out of breath from running.

“Well considering the fact that we almost got Carrie’d!” Robin exclaimed while trying to catch her breath.

“Huh?” Steve questioned.

“My god Harrington do you seriously not watch movies?” Eddie teased.

“Okay we can pick on Steve about that later!” You stated trying to get to the point.

“Hey!” Steve proclaimed.

“Chrissy tried to pour a bucket of-” You began.

“Pigs blood?!?” Eddie squealed.

“No! Now let me finish you goose!” You laughed. “It looked like I don’t know-”

“Red paint!” Robin stated.

“How do you know?” Steve asked, turning back to the both of you as Eddie drove you all back to your place.

“The way it stained my hand is the same way that paint does. Can’t imagine what she’s gonna look like after this.” Robin said.

“What I wanna know is how the hell did you guys not get hit with that?” Eddie asked.

“Robin was the one that got me out of there.” You said.

“I felt something wet on my hand and saw the red. Then I looked up and saw the bucket that the cheerleaders were tugging at with a rope across the gym.” Robin replied.

“That was some quick thinking there Buckley, nice job.” Eddie said, giving Robin props.

“Thanks Eddie.” She said with a smile.

“Now as for you!” You said poking Steve. “I can’t believe you haven’t seen Carrie!”

“I keep telling him he needs to watch it!” Robin chuckled.

“Okay you know what!” Steve stated.

“Thanks for the ride Ed’s, drive safe now okay?” You said as you stood at the driver side window of the van.

“Hey, I’m here anytime and I will try my best.” He laughed.

“Edward!” You yelled.

“Okay okay, I’ll drive safe! You go and get some sleep.” Eddie said. You said your goodbyes and Eddie drove off. You made your way over to Robin to say goodbye to her as well.

“Well despite everything that just happened, I had a really good time with you tonight. I’m really glad that we went.” You giggled.

“Yeah me too, it was a really special night that I definitely will never forget!” She laughed back.

Robin pulled you close and wrapped her arms around you. “Though, to be fair every moment with you is special because I get to spend it with my beautiful girlfriend.” Robin spoke softly. You began to turn a bright shade of pink. “Aww is someone blushing?” She teased, you put your head into her neck to hide the flustered expression on your face.

You pulled away and looked at her for a moment. “I love you so much.” You professed.

“I love you too, my sweet angel.” She said, smiling back at you.

Robin pulled you in one more time, but this time it was to give you a kiss. Every time you would kiss each other, it was instant sparks. She loved how soft your lips were against hers. Robin pulled you closer to deepen the kiss. She didn’t want this night to end, but that thought was soon interrupted by Steve coughing loudly indicating that it was time to go.

You pulled away from one another shortly after. “Well, I guess I’ll see you on Sunday for our usual breakfast date.” Robin said as she gently kissed your cheek.

“I’ll pick you up at the usual time!” You giggled.

“You sleep well, okay love bug?” Robin suggested.

“I will, you better sleep well too!” You replied.

“I promise, scouts honor!” Robin said, holding up her hand.

“I’ll see you Sunday you goose.” You chuckled and said your goodbyes.

Once Steve left, you went inside and decompressed from the night you just had. As you lay in bed thinking about how perfect the night was, you began to drift off into a peaceful sleep.

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Bateman Begins Part 41

Previous Part | Masterlist | Next Part Notes: We haven't had Nathan's perspective in a while, so. Enjoy! 🦇🖤 Pairing: Nathan Bateman x Reader Rating: M Warnings: Angst?

It isn't the first time that Nathan has disappeared, but that doesn't make the experience any more pleasant.

He glances over, doing a double-take as Alfred rouses on his charging pad.

"Good, you're up," Nathan mutters.

"Where are we?"

"The facility where I created you."

"Why are we here?"

Nathan grits his teeth, gaze set on the computer screen in front of him as he fights off a wave of irritation.

"Did something go wrong?" Alfred prods, and damnit—what hadn't gone wrong?

The last year and a half has been hell.

You had left, Vicki Vale had gotten a little too close to his secret, and a clown gang had begun to wreak havoc in Gotham City.

Whatever intel Vale had was somehow passed to the clowns and to whoever they were working for, which had sent them right to Bateman Manor

The only way Nathan could get out of there in time had been to suit up and ditch, but the police had been alerted to the situation

Nathan knew he was screwed when he was seen leaping out of the window

It had all been downhill from there

Nathan wasn't sure how he was going to spin this one to the press. He hadn't returned as himself or as Batman—not for two weeks.

To make matters worse, the facility's power had been winking on and off since they had arrived.

There was a faulty switch that he couldn't identify that was constantly sending them on lock down.

Alfred needed a significant amount of power to charge, and he had only just managed to flip back on after losing power during the drive.

Nathan had spent six solitary days trying to track down the faulty spoke in the system, and failing to log in to the Manor's security system.

He had no way of seeing what was happening. The cops were surely picking over everything.

What if they found their way into the cave? What if they found his gear?

What if they found your scrapped designs? There was still a wastebasket full of them in the blue room.

Alfred had tried to throw them out over and over again, but Nathan wouldn't let him.

He didn't know why he was holding on to them, anyway.

You were clearly never coming back, and it wasn't as if you'd need them.

Still, you had some great ideas in there.

He hadn't been surprised by that. You always had great ideas.

"Approximately how long have we been here, sir?"

The question shakes Nathan from his thoughts. He keeps his gaze trained on the screens in front of him as he hears Alfred shifting to stand behind him.

"Few days."

"And how long shall we be here for?"

"Look, just—Cut it with the fucking questions, alright?" Nathan pulls his glasses off, dropping them onto the desk before scrubbing his tired eyes with his palms. "I'm trying to think."

Alfred falls silent obediently, and Nathan feels a pang of regret for his tone.

"Keep charging," Nathan orders as he stands, putting his glasses back on. "I need you full power if I decide to go back."

"What's the alternative?"

"I'm working on it."

"FUCK!"

The yell leaves him roughly as the power on the stove switches off, plunging the kitchen into red light.

Nathan slams his fist roughly on the counter, drawing in a deep breath as he fought to steady himself.

Calm down, you big baby.

He can't help but hear your admonishment in his head.

He sighs softly, straightening up and reaching for the kettle. It's just hot enough for a mug's worth.

He pours some into his mug, watching the steam rise.

Where are you right now?

Nathan has spent the last year and a half wondering.

His mind has drifted to you over and over, whether he wanted it to or not:

At Giselle's parties—

At the office—

Driving the tumbler—

Sliding out of bed, careful not to rouse Vicki as he removed his arm from beneath her shoulders—

And now, alone in a locked-down kitchen, he tries to picture where you could possibly be.

Probably in some run-down, cruddy little shack in Metropolis, hunched over your laptop with some grass-green avocados waiting to go ripe in your basket on the counter.

Did you still have the avocado pendant? Did you still wear it?

The thought stabs at a tender part of his chest, and he forces it away.

You may not have ended things amicably, but Nathan is certain that you had at least kept the necklace, even if you don't wear it anymore.

You're too sentimental to pawn your memories.

Nathan reaches into his pocket, drawing his phone out and eyeing the lack of cell reception before unlocking his phone.

He opens the photos, scrolling through them until he finally finds what he's looking for.

He smiles. He can't help it.

You would probably be mortified if you knew that he'd taken a photo of you while you were sleeping.

But you'd just looked so damn peaceful.

He remembers taking the photo: snapping it quickly for fear of rousing you.

And then he'd watched your face twist in fear as you slept, saw your face twist into a mask of fear as you'd awoken from a nightmare.

Nathan's stomach churns at the memory of your eyes opening, then widening as you'd scrambled back at the sight of him.

He'd wanted a memento. He'd given you a panic.

Nathan's eyes skate over your face again before he tucks his phone away.

Wherever you are, he can only hope that you're alright, and keeping out of trouble.

That you're healthy, and comfortable...And goddamn, he hopes you're happy.

When you'd left, he'd been certain that you'd be back fin a month, two, tops

But you hadn't crawled back like he'd expected, and he couldn't bring himself to chase you down.

He'd hated you for a few months, but over time, that anger had melted to resignation.

Fat lot of good letting you go had done him.

He's in the middle of nowhere, struggling to hide his identity, and the media has perpetrated a rumor that he's been kidnapped—by himself.

Nathan glances up as the lights flicker back to normal.

He tucks his phone away, picking up the mug of tea.

He has to figure out a cover story, plan his covert return, send Vicki Vale on a wild goose chase, and work out who's been behind the deadly clown attacks—in that order.

Nathan makes it as far as the hallway before the lights flicker to red again.

He pitches the mug, letting out a frustrated yell loud enough to staunch the sound of it shattering against the wall.

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TTRPG Read-Through: Patchwork World

Here is a read-through I did last year (originally posted on Twitter) of one of the most unique PbtA games I've ever read: Patchwork World by Aaron King! - Christian

Credits up first. I know a lot of these folks and they are really cool! Excited to dig into this. I've heard good things, and it's been a while since I've read or played any Powered by the Apocalypse.

This is a cool, strong set up for me. I really like settings that ask characters to face a changing world and either take up change themselves or work to restore the old way of things. It's a headspace I find myself in a lot IRL these days so it's fun to explore.

I'm interested to see how the no stats, no playbooks angle of this game works, considering playbooks are typically such a staple of PbtA games.

Standard three-tired success, mixed success, fail forward resolution for rolls here and questions on the moves determine your bonus to the roll. Easy peasy. +2 is the max bonus.

Other types of rolls are described here. Interested to see how they come into play. I also love clocks and use them in pretty much every game I run so it's nice to see those laid out here too.

We just love a lil guy, don't we folks?

A good chunk of the opening here is spent on laying out a lot of solid foundations of roleplaying generally. It feels like a book (so far) that would work for entirely new players. It doesn't feel essential for me, but I never mind a game that supports varied experience levels.

Character creation is wide open, especially since there aren't playbooks and the text stresses that character creation is very much worldbuilding because of this. Fate-like concepts and tags are in here too which are things I generally enjoy. I like the Drawback mechanic.

Moves are in the playback I set in the other room so I'm gonna go grab those. You get two chosen moves and everyone has access to a number of default moves. You've got three other life/XP things to keep track of too. I'm especially interested in Hex.

There are a lot of moves! They seem quite varied and often very weird, fitting well with the titular patchwork world. You can have a duck's slick soul to dodge more easily or a magical space suit or speak to birds or be good at cartography. Overwhelming, but in an exciting way.

You also choose a community as a party. While PCs all have their original homelands (before the end of the old worlds), you know have a community that gets its own little sheet. This is a cool reshaping of the Gangs from Blades. I also like how the community can change over time.

Coming back to a PbtA game after months of more OSR-minded stuff, I think a lot of what these games contain are things that experienced players would say you could just do in any game at any time that it makes sense in the story, but I do find value in stating what's possible.

Esp since many players come to games with artificial limits on their options (whether that's from video games, more traditional RPGs, etc.). I just think good GMing here requires making sure that the players don't limit themselves just to the bevy of explicit options either.

GM moves (mostly to guide the response to failed rolls). I really think the community aspect of this set up is one of the biggest appeals to me so far. That and the wild list of moves, which I'm sure makes for amazing parties of characters.

I always feel like it's never something I should be in my own writing (for some probably unnecessary reason), but I enjoy the first-person, casual writing style throughout the book. Makes for a very chill read.

Good to see this game employs the Branson Reese style of NPC naming.

Stress acts as a single catch-all health and challenge rating for NPCs. Ideally, I'd hope this would help lead to the PCs approaching encounters with more than just violence.

Sections like this are what I'm referring to when I say this book feels very friendly to new players. It's got little anecdotes and thoughts like this throughout.

Look, it's been a while since I've seen A Christmas Story but... it didn't have ghosts in it right?

There's a sample adventure in the back (which I'll skip for this read-through) plus loads of random tables. Some wonderfully bizarre stuff in the characters and faction tables. Really gives you a good idea for how gonzo you can go with the setting.

Love these two in particular

Optional rules include hard mode (which I just think is kind of funny to see in PbtA, but could be cool if you lean heavy into the post-apoc setting) and some optional moves. I like that some moves focus on romance, something I enjoy IRL but never think to focus on in games.

I was wondering why this was the sixth edition!

That's all for the book itself. Going back to the packet to dig into the things I missed. Some expected bits in here but always one or two unique options I really enjoy. Leaking hex is cool (and could have some troubling cascade effects in certain situations).

I definitely wish, at least in sitting down to read like this, that the contents of the player packet was also in the book itself. I think PbtA has this tendency of leading to loads of pages on the table, but it can make them very easy to pick up and play or to learn as you play.

That element is definitely here, but I think the vast number of wide-ranging moves and the excitement that would drum up in my player group would more than makeup for that initial overwhelming feel of "whoa, that's a lot of papers out on the table".

Overall, it's the most I've wanted to play a game in this style in a while. I like that the base setup for the world is very much up to the players to determine via the characters they make. I like that PCs here will probably feel unlike any other folks have played before.

The community aspect feels like where I'd want to center my story around, as a player. Seeing that shift and change over time feels like it would be very rewarding and would help lean into the "the old world is dead, what do we want the new world to look like?" theme I enjoy.

Because Aaron King is cool and recently hit a lot of Twitter followers, Patchwork Worlds is now Pay-what-you-want over on Itch.

I'm not sure if physical copies are readily available. For full disclosure (guess I should have said this up front), I got this copy for free from Aaron! Not for the purposes of this thread or anything, just for fun a while back.

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River died trying to set up communication with the outside. Dorren and some other teachers and staff died on a patrol. Not sure what happened to Sirris but they are also dead. Winter was fucked to death. Leighton is super dead. Mason is a scout in Whitney’s gang.

these poor teachers man they never stood a chance. of course, they tried. being the "adults" they wanted to organize and keep people calm. keep classes and other groups separate so the students were easier to keep track of and control.

but every fucked kid with a grudge now has nothing to lose now they know they're never going back to their old life.

Leighton dies first. he had the most abhorrent reputation and a pension for praying on not just the vulnerable but the "uninspired" as well.

whitney and his friends are the ones to kill him. it happens fast. way faster than it should have. but from this Whitney's gang forms and he becomes quite the powerhouse. and anyone can join. he just has one rule. no teachers. he can be a better leader than any of them, all it costs is your loyalty and anything you have in your bag and locker.

of course, River is Whitney's next target, but it takes a couple of weeks to convince the students he's watching to abandon River and leave him vulnerable. all Whitney has to do is crush their dreams of getting out of here in one peace. and the job is done within an hour.

Sirris and Sydney are held up in the library and it's going well. they have some loyal students and Sydney's faith comes into play when he's trying to keep everyone calm. Sydney has no problem keeping people entertained and happy but they run out of food pretty fast... Sirris is good at rationing out food but with so many students needing food water clothes and other things he rarely has time to feed himself. he doesn't let Sydney know, but there are signs he's deteriorating... one morning Sirris doesn't wake up and that's when the library is closed to outsiders. Sydney takes a vow of silence and the most loyal of his followers follow suit. no one ever goes hungry in Sydney's faction again.

Dorren is fine until he decides that he needs to be stricter with his group. it doesn't take long for Whitney's scouts to infiltrate the faction and convince them to kill their beloved teacher.

mason is actually fine! hes hanging out with robin and is helping distribute water. he doesn't claim to be in charge and he's mostly protected by robins followers who like him for..... ahem Reasons

#Forgotten Au #what happened to the teachers????#whitney happened

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JOHN WICK X READER: The Courier

part one (part 2!)

authors note: this is my first drabble on tumblr, I do plan on making these into a small series! please lmk your thoughts if you’d like! thx 💕

summary: you are an up and coming courier for organized criminals. you bump into buzzed and confident John at a cocktail party while you’re in the middle of work, but you let him know you don’t have time for his games.

warnings: NSFW blurb, alcohol, cursing, motorcycles?

John wasn’t one for parties. Well, he pretended that he wasn’t one for parties. It’s part of the image, the gruff and tough hitman, best in the world. He had a reputation to uphold.

But he wouldn’t deny a good drink and some conversation every once in a while.

The bar and lounge area in the Continental was quite, well, bustling. Filled with assassins, crime lords, you name it. If they were someone in the criminal underworld in NYC, they were here tonight. John could feel the tension between gangs in the air, the rules of the hotel hung above everyone’s head.

No business conducted on hotel grounds.

Of course, no one dared to break that rule.

Here was John, in a congregation of hitmen that he has known over the past several decades. Chatting it up with booze in hand, and on their breath. Some would call them OGs. In the game long enough for people in the industry to know not to fuck with them. Especially John. These old dogs didn’t need new tricks, in fact, all of them had body counts that combined, would make the High Table shudder.

But of course, what comes up, eventually must come down. They were aging men. As early as their late 30s, and as late as their mid 50s. There was fresh meat lurking on the sidelines, waiting for their chance to be in the spotlight.

And that’s were she comes in.

Y/N.

New to the game. Well, fairly new. She wasn’t an expert, however, she was very good at what she did. Was she a killer for hire? Not exactly. Y/N had created an industry no one in the underworld knew was needed. In fact, it was very convenient.

An anonymous courier business.

You need to send over files but the Feds are on your ass and probably have acess to your fax machine? Call Y/N. She’ll be at your door in 20 minutes to drive across the city to deliver it for you. You forget it’s your wife’s birthday because you were too busy pile driving your side piece to remember? Y/N will pick up something for her at Target and get it to your door in an hour.

You get the idea.

Have a hard drive of the password to a Bitcoin account that’s worth 5 million dollars? Y/N will bring it to whoever needs it in the city, on her modified motorcycle, gun on hip and helmet on head, safe and sound. She had a perfect track record of delivering things for crime syndicates around New York City for the past year and a half.

Enemies? Not for Y/N. Every criminal group used her services. So much in fact, she had even hired a small team. She was growing. Slowly. But growing.

It wouldn’t take long for John to notice Y/N. In fact, he would take notice in a few moments, right after he took a large sip of his bourbon that he just had to have tonight. John was chuckling amongst colleagues, as he noticed Y/N walk into the lounge, seemingly with work on her mind. Her helmet was still on her head, and she wore a form fitting protective biker suit that matched everything she wore.

Black.

John frowned in confusion. He’s never seen anyone wear full motorcycle gear into the hotel before, much less one that was sort of crashing a party.

Y/N walked quickly, right up to the man himself, Winston. She wasted no time, unzipping her well organized backpack and handing Winston a protected manilla envelope, with god knows what inside. The elderly man smiled kindly at the helmeted woman, quickly signing some sort of touch screen device with his finger, before she efficiently put her bag back on over her shoulder, and began to walk away.

John raised his eyebrows at the sight. Who was that? He couldn’t help but form a soft but playful grin as his eyes danced around her figure that was covered by that riding suit.

“Any of you recognize that one?” John blurted during a discussion his friends were having. The men turned their heads towards Y/N, all chuckling softly.

“Yeah, Y/N. She works this delivery service for people like us in the city. Super under the table type stuff. You seriously haven’t heard of her?” Marcus asked, as John shook his head.

“No. I’m not familiar.” John huffed out. John was a curious man, and he just had to know more. So, enticed by this mystery woman, he wriggled through the thick crowd of guests to catch up to her. Before she could make it any closer to the door, John gave her a light tap on the shoulder. The woman jumped a bit, before turning around.

There he was. The man. The myth. The legend. John fucking Wick. Y/N almost froze in fear at the mere sight of the man who towered over her. She had to swallow the lump that formed in her throat.

John stared down at her, trying his best to look through the blacked out facial shield on her biker helmet. He was just itching to know what she looked like. Guess he’d do it himself. He was a man of little words after all. What was she going to do, fight him?

John took his large hands and placed them on her helmet, applying pressure and lifting it up and off of her head.

“H-hey! What the hell?” Y/N stuttered out, as John took a moment to study her delicate features.

Wow, she’s fairly easy on the eyes. John thought to himself as his eyes trailed all over her face. With nice cheekbones and gorgeous eyes, anyone who had sight could tell that this was a woman you could never forget. An impish smile curled onto the man’s lips, his very well maintained black beard framing his mouth to perfection. Y/N unintentionally took in his scent of patchouli and tobacco. Of course she could also smell the whiskey on his breath but that went without saying.

“Well, aren’t you just a pretty thing?” John hummed out softly at the young woman, as she grabbed her helmet and plucked it with force from his grip. It was clear that this infamous hitman had a few bourbons to drink already tonight, and he didn’t mind finding a pretty woman to take up to a hotel room after a few more.

Y/N grumbled as John bit his tongue to force himself not to say anything else in this moment.

I’ve only heard stories about this guy, scary ass stories. What a pain in my ass. Better deal with him so I don’t make an enemy.

John was maybe a decade or two older than her. Jesus christ. Y/N had daddy issues but this would be a whole other level if she decided to even pursue something like John.

“Sorry. I gotta go, still working.” Y/N spoke to him as professionally as possible. John displayed a perky smile on his face, his eyes racing with attraction.

Just look at her. I’d be crazy if I didn’t shoot my shot.

“You can’t do just one drink with me? I’m sure your client would understand if they knew who you were with.” John offered, gesturing towards the hotel lounge full of people.

Y/N laughed nervously, her heart racing at the mere sight of this man. The way this older man with obvious charisma was certainly getting to her.

And here John was, thinking about how pretty Y/N’s lips would look wrapped around his hard cock. Her head bobbing as he used his large strong hands to grab a fistful of hair, making her take him deeper into her throat each time. Maybe she’d gag and plead with him to be gentle. Maybe she’d be a total pro at it. Maybe a mix of both. With tears in her eyes as she whimpers in pain, while her legs trembled for John to make his way over to spread them apart for the real fun.

“I’m really sorry, I just have a few jobs-”

John’s long pointer finger swooped under her soft chin, lifting her face to meet his gaze. Y/N had no idea what to do, there has never been a man this forward towards her in her life. Just the thought of John’s touch alone made hundreds of women wet with excitement. Y/N knew she shouldn’t be one of them, it wasn’t smart mixing work and love.

As they say, don’t shit where you eat.

John could sense tension striking the area where they stood. Right now, there was nobody else in the room besides for this woman. He took her as a challenge, new blood. Young, pretty, and probably naive, right? Someone he could have a bit of fun with upstairs after he bought her a few drinks.

If John were sober right now, he would have probably said ‘goodbye’ in a polite and formal way, smiling as she left the building. John with some liquor in him though, was a completely different man. The rumors people spoke in the criminal underworld were true, this man though and though, was a total playboy.

So of course, when a new and unfamiliar pretty face in town crossed his path, he just had to have her. At least for the night. He was especially curious about what she had underneath that form fitting riding suit, not that it left too much up to the imagination.

Y/N cleared her throat.

“Right, uh, I’m gonna, uh, go.” Y/N mumbled, pulling away from John’s electrifying touch, taking a subtle deep breath. John blinked his brown eyes of his a few times, almost lost in his train of thought in the few moments that he had her in his gentle but firm grasp.

Before he knew it, she was hurrying out of the hotel doors. Y/N didn’t think twice to get out of that awkward/terrifying/intimate situation. So many emotions were flowing through her at once, her heart beating at about a mile a minute. It didn’t take long for her to climb onto her motorcycle, start it up, and peel off down the busy street, away from that god forsaken hotel.

And then there was John. Shocked, stunned even. A woman who didn’t immediately jump at the chance to have drinks with him? Unbelievable.

He could hear his group of fellow middle aged hitmen snicker at his failed attempt at picking up the woman, and all he could do was clench his jaw, and walk back to the bar.

They’d meet again. Of course. It would take some time, John was a patient man, and Y/N was a working woman. Their paths would eventually cross again, especially in the industry they were involved in.

And maybe, just maybe, John could have his chance with Y/N, and actually convince her to have that drink with him.

Even if it was just for some fun.

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