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awkwardgtace · 3 years ago

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Foxes Are The Best Pets

Hey wrote a bit about Vitus getting some of his kids that are my ocs, starts with his son Rhys here.

TW: For dehumanization and mentions of abuse.

I have no chill lately, I'm waiting on burn out lol

Foxes Are The Best Pets

He promised to do one interview with these people and it was turning out to be too much. Every other word made him sick. It had been five minutes and now he’s being dragged to come see their new pet. He hopes it’s an actual pet this time. If he has to pretend he’s happy to see another person caged because of animal traits he might lose his mind.

“Mr. Vitus, sir,” the interviewer said. She said her name at some point, but when the next statement was about how using pets in his novel was genius, he forgot it. “You’ll adore my little fox. It’s the cutest yet. You’ve heard the fad right? That foxes make the best pets, easy to train and smart too.”

Vitus grunted, he was glad people found him intimidating at times like this. The interviewer lost the attempt to enthrall him with her pet fox. She kept them going, apparently the fox was part of a segment and kept in the studio. He’d rather go back to the room they gave him and wait until he got to pretend he thought it was funny to hear people talk badly about weres. She finally stopped in front of a room that looked more like a closet.

“Here we are, I hope it's been behaving. We almost had to chain the poor thing. It kept biting and trying to run away,” she explained. The door opened and Vitus was ready to scream.

Inside was the farthest thing he could imagine from a pet fox that needs to be disciplined. A small creature that wasn’t even the size of his pinky stood and stared at them. Their eyes were pink, but there was no life in them. Their salmon hair was dull and unkempt. It seemed like the fur on their ears and tail should have been vibrant, but it had faded as well. He could see the hints of bruising on the skin they were forced to show. The small fox looked up at him and flinched. He must be glaring worse than before, he couldn’t help it.

“Will you behave yourself now?” she asked. The little fox looked at her, their demeanor changed instantly. They were less human, their stance more animalistic. They let out a small bark. “Aww so you decided to listen, Biscuit, I’m so proud.”

He watched barely keeping his temper in check as she reached in grabbing the small were. They were already shaking as her hand came near. He bit his lip staring at the way their ears folded over. He lost himself grabbing her arm to stop her. She looked back up at him, concern clear in her eyes. They didn’t want to anger the new up and coming author. He had to play these damned games every time.

“I’d like to return to my dressing room before we rehearse,” he said. He couldn’t try to lower his volume or appear concerned. He saw the look in her eyes, she wasn’t happy to be dragged away. Good.

“Of course, of course. You don’t want to see any of the tricks our cute Biscuit can do first?” He grit his teeth, of course she wanted to show off the ‘training’.

“It would be better to have a fresh experience for rehearsal wouldn’t it?”

“Oh I suppose. Ok Biscuit be good!”

He had to shove his hands in his pockets as she slammed the door. She didn’t even consider his smaller ears and sensitive hearing. She gave him a fake smile and started to ramble as she brought him back the way they came. He took a more careful look around, where were they planning to keep the fox after this? There weren’t any places set up for them to get around safely. He had a feeling of dread filling his stomach as he got an idea.

“Thanks for watching. And thank you Vitus so much for joining us today. Don’t forget to keep an eye out for our up and coming best seller!” she said as they finished rehearsing. It felt like years answering mundane questions as they avoided bringing up the species of his protagonists. Then they brought out the little fox. That degrading name playing on their lips as they had the fox do tricks. More than one time he saw the little one wince and he had to fight back the need to step in.

“Cut! We’re good!” the director called.

“Thanks again Mr. Vitus, so I didn’t get to ask this, but the giants aren’t really the bad guys right?” She gave him the same conspiratorial look every other interviewer had. In the end the evil giants will be good and the weres were misguided the whole time. He chuckled, flashing a fake smile.

“You’ll just have to wait like everyone else,” he recited. It was a sickening feeling leading people on to think he’d do that. His editors knew the plans and they loved it. They said it would start conversations that needed to happen. He sighed as the interviewer pouted and left. A rehearsal today and the real thing tomorrow.

He started to get up when he saw the little fox had been left behind. No one seemed to care or worry about them. They looked up at him and didn’t even care this time. He furrowed his brows, how could he do this? He needs to get them out of here, but anything right now is too obvious. He wanted to crouch down, get a little closer, but that would draw attention. There had to be a way to at least find out the kid’s real name. The closer he looked the worse it all felt. This wasn’t just a fox were, it was a kid. At best thirteen and being treated like this. The kid flinched and he knew he’d scared them again.

“Biscuit!” the shrill voice of the interviewer called. “Oh thank you so much Mr. Vitus I can’t believe I forgot him. You bad boy not even barking to remind mama.”

He raised an eyebrow, that’s true the fox didn’t speak. An awful idea popped in his head that made the interviewer flinch away too. She wasn’t letting a literal child speak. He stood and walked away, he couldn’t face this he had to think of some way to get the kid out of here. He entered his dressing room again. There wasn’t much here, just a lot of unnecessary electronics. He smirked as an idea finally popped in his head. He just needed a little help from his manager, and she’d be happy to do it. He called her and started getting the plan together.

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Rhys hated this. It was the fifth time this month someone sent him to another person claiming they loved weres and wanted to give him a good home. Now he’s a pet that barks named Biscuit. He tried to keep the dead look on when she was around. He knew even if someone recognized him they wouldn’t care. He wasn’t worth their time. Plus foxes were great pets.

He grimaced again quickly, going neutral as his ‘owner’ looked at him. She kept grabbing him tightly and causing more bruising. She tsked each time she saw a new one form blaming him. He would be making plans to run away if she hadn’t already made it clear he’d be getting tossed soon. She didn’t like damaged products and he was only good for a segment. He bit his lip as she grabbed him and shoved him in a pocket. She could at least pretend she cared.

“Don’t worry Biscuit, today is the last day you’ll come to work with me and then we get you out of my house. You’re such an awful mongrel why would anyone want a pet like you. Sad that foxes are all the rage right now,” she mused.

He wanted to scoff and call her names. He knew how all the rage they were, it was why he kept getting grabbed and sent to new places. He actually thought the family he’d been with at the start would come after him. He’d been a fool, he was a kid who wasn’t wanted by his own parents. No one would be coming to find him if he disappeared from their lives. He curled up as best he could in the pocket. She didn’t pick one with a lot of room for him…ever.

He jolted awake as a hand grabbed him again. He was placed on the table where they made him do tricks yesterday. There were giants all around, but the worst one wasn’t here yet. His grimace was bad, but those emerald eyes were the worst. Not to mention he towered over giants. The table beneath him started to shake and he had to bite back a yelp. The worst one was coming, his eyes locked on Rhys immediately. The white haired giant was always staring at him, he wanted to make it stop.

“Morning,” the biggest one spoke. Each time it made Rhys feel like there was a storm next to him. He had to try desperately to keep from his ears folding back. His ‘owner’ would punish him. “So we’ll be having the real thing today? More tricks from Biscuit?”

“Oh yes, little Biscuit will do wonders. Much better than yesterday, no tripping or stumbling,” she threatened. He knew the giants would think she was being sweet, but he knew the truth. A trip or a stumble would mean no dinner tonight. Not like he had any food yet today. Suddenly everything went dark. “Shit!”

He could see better in the dark than the giants. All of them were running around, a sudden power failure. Of course they had to fix it quickly. This could be his chance to run. He took a quick look around when he froze. The white haired one hadn’t left, he stayed where he was and kept staring at Rhys. Fuck it, he was running. He made a move, but the white haired giant did too. In less than a second he was wrapped in gigantic fingers and being picked up. He thought about panicking, but he wouldn’t be stuck as Biscuit anymore.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” the giant muttered. Was he apologizing to Rhys? Weird.

Rhys was dropped in a pocket like this morning. Except there was food in it? Also some pain killers? Was this giant just a hoarder? Is he going to be put on display? He shivered, at least that meant he’d be kept looking nice. He started to sob quietly, another person grabbing him even if the current place was shit. He hoped he could sleep through the deep voice that would rumble around him. At least it smelled nice here, like spring.

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Vitus tried to stay still and look calm as the lights came back on. He watched his manager apologizing for her mistake. She shot him a look and he gave a brief nod. The kid was getting out of here, he just had to wait. Everyone would come back and as far as they were concerned he’d never even shown much interest in ‘Biscuit’. He grimaced, the first thing he would do is find out the kid’s name. He’d get him home after that, to where they took him from.

“Oh such a relief that it was just a mishap,” the interviewer laughed. “Your manager is a bit of a mess isn’t she?”

“Now and then,” he answered. He smiled slightly, the woman grinned. She was sure she won him over now. He watched her smile and sit without even checking the ground for the fox boy. A look of realization and poorly masked anger.

“Biscuit’s gone! He must have run during the power outage, my poor baby got scared. You didn’t happen to see where he went, did you Mr. Vitus?”

“I thought you took him. When the lights came on he was gone.”

He smirked as the rage on her face came forward. Wincing when hard stomps hit the ground. He watched her eyes darting around the set as though she’d see the salmon colored tail poking out of a hiding spot. The kid was about to run before he grabbed him, she wouldn’t have found him either way. She sighed before standing and starting to move set pieces around. He bit his tongue, he couldn’t say anything about how little she seemed to care. Not right now, they might think he has the little fox. That would backfire on everything.

“That little…” she grumbled. He stood and tapped her shoulder. She faced him with a fake worry again.

“It may be better to just leave him, if the power outage scared him after all,” he tried to sound neutral. He doesn’t care about the fox child and just wants to get his interview done. “I assume a host like you has a backup in case he wasn’t ready to perform.”

“O-oh of course. I should get that set up.”

She ran off quickly. He wanted to check on the child in his pocket, promise that he’s safe. He couldn’t though, any attention drawn to him like that could get him back in their hands. He smiled as she came back with a weird appliance. That was better than a kid covered in bruises performing little tricks. He’d do this, report her for how she was treating a were. Even if people knew some got treated as pets, she was making sure on camera never to say the word. She’d at least get punished a little, nowhere near enough.

He had been zoned out for most of the segment about him. He opted to leave quickly claiming he wanted to let them search for Biscuit without worry. He rushed to his car, planning to stop at a store on the way home. He didn’t have anything a were might need, he’d need to buy a lot. He waited until he’d driven for a while before finally checking his pocket. The little fox fell asleep, it was probably better than being awake for all of that. He let go of the pocket opening, giving it a small pat before heading out. He heard a small sound and froze. Had the kid woken up?

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Rhys stretched a bit, enjoying the smell of spring as he woke up. He had a nice dream, laying in the sun surrounded by flowers. Slowly he remembered what he was supposed to be doing today, he never got to sleep so peacefully since she got him. He stretched more, feeling the fabric around him. There was more room than usual, that didn’t make sense. Did someone new… someone had grabbed him. That weird angry looking giant, crap he needs to find a way to run.

“Are you awake?” the giant asked. Rhys nearly screamed, the voice was deep and loud. He felt the sound rumble through his whole being. This one was huge, he’d be the worst he was sure. He couldn’t help the whimper that slipped out as he curled in on himself again. “Oh no.”

The little light Rhys had was snuffed out. Huge fingers came in and he had nowhere to run. He tried to stay still, it was always better when he didn’t try to run. The fingers wrapped around him, they weren’t tight yet. He was being good so they would stay loose. He didn’t want to learn how this one would punish him. The fingers were huge, he knew he was smaller than others his age, but still. He wasn’t even nearly half the size of one. His world shifted and the fabric surrounding him was gone.

Slowly the hand flipped and he was let go on a palm that felt way too big. He didn’t want to look at this giant, but he wasn’t getting a choice. The hand he was on was brought up in front of those emerald eyes. There hadn’t been a giant willing to bring him this close before, it was terrifying. What the hell was this one thinking? He couldn’t read anything from that glare. He just kept staring, it was worse than when he was on the table.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered. Rhys felt his eyes go wide, why was this giant sorry? “I’m sure I scared you, but I couldn’t leave you there. You aren’t a pet and I couldn’t ignore the bruises you had. Let alone the fact she was making you bark…”

“Bark…” Rhys said. He couldn’t help it. This giant sounded so sincere, he wanted to annoy him. He’d find out Rhys was a problem and send him away. Those piercing green eyes just looked kind of sad. He wasn’t falling for it.

“Ok, no talking yet.” The giant sighed and Rhys hated it. He didn’t want fake concern. “I’m going to stop at a store, get some stuff you can use while you stay with me. We’ll get you back home once you’re ready to talk.”

Rhys didn’t even consider arguing. He waited for the inevitable return to the pocket, but after a few more seconds of staring the giant moved his hand to his chest. He curled his fingers over Rhys to keep him safe and went back to staring at the road straight ahead. It didn’t make sense, giants always shoved him in pockets. That was his normal. The fingers stayed still around him, each twitch of the massive digits only when the giant had to slow down. It almost seemed possible he cared. That would change.

It didn’t seem long before the giant stopped again and was bringing Rhys up to his eyes. He stared again as if trying to read his mind. Rhys just kept up the dead look, it was easier. If this was from pity he wanted the pity to last as long as possible. The giant eyes kept scanning over him. He wanted to poke one of them, but that didn’t seem smart. He was hungry, maybe he should have eaten the food in the pocket. Would have been better than dealing with this on an empty stomach.

“Ok, we’re going to head into a store that should have stuff for weres. Just let me know if you see something you want. I guess pat my hand if you don’t want to talk…” the giant said. He just kept looking at him. He was sure he’d hate this giant more than the others. He just had to be annoying, abandoned in a store could be good. Easier to find worthwhile people…maybe…

The giant holding him started to move and he grabbed one of the fingers near him. It was worse on an open palm, at least the other times he didn’t have to worry about falling. Those awful eyes stared down at him again, he hated it. The giant kept moving, but it was slower now, almost like he cared. The first step was probably the worst. Heavy and loud even from the hand of the one walking. He was sure his ears and tail were alert. The giant would probably get annoyed soon, simple movements making Rhys nervous.

The second the doors opened to the store Rhys was shocked. The giant held his hand with Rhys a little closer while grabbing a basket. He didn’t pay much attention to what the giant was grabbing, just stuff he assumed he wanted for his pet or trophy. The giant said he could get what he wanted…maybe he should test that. He saw something that looked fancy, a special bath for fur like his. He started patting the hand he was on, he wasn’t getting tricked into talking.

“You saw something you wanted?” the giant asked. He sounded hopeful. Rhys hid a smirk, we’ll see if he keeps that hope. Rhys pointed at the bath and the giant followed the direction he designated. He went over to the display and held Rhys up to it, almost like he was checking the size. “This is it?” Rhys nodded. “All right, I think you could use a way to pamper your fur.”

Rhys nearly choked when the giant put a box in his basket. That thing had to be expensive and he was getting it. Rhys let a grin spread on his face. The rest of the time Rhys would look for the most expensive thing he could see and point at it after patting the hand. Each time the giant listened, went over, and held Rhys up. He only turned down something that was designed to clean feathers not fur. Once the giant was checking out Rhys was sure he just found someone who wanted to show off a cute pet. He’d stay for a while and bail later.

The walk back to the giant’s car was calm. He couldn’t remember the last time he got to be out in the open like this. There were always hands about to grab him. He didn’t trust this giant at all, but he would enjoy the bits of freedom he got. The giant put the purchases in his car then got in himself. The giant looked down at Rhys again, he didn’t like the way he kept getting looked at. He was brought in front of those eyes, he hoped the giant would do something soon.

“It would be safer if I put you in my pocket, are you ok with that?” the giant asked. Rhys was sure this giant was crazy. He didn’t want to get hurt from a giant car though. He nodded and the giant gave him a sad smile. "Ok, uh, it won’t be long we’ll be home soon. I don’t know if you did, but the stuff in this pocket is for you. I tried to make sure you wouldn’t have to be starving while we acted like you were lost or ran off.”

Rhys nodded again and the giant moved to place him in the pocket. He expected to be dropped in, but instead the hand was placed in the shirt pocket as much as possible. He slid off slowly and landed at the bottom with almost no falling time. He couldn’t believe the giant was so careful. There was pressure from outside the pocket, was the giant trying to comfort him? This one was weird, but he’d get to play with some fun toys before he got traded away this time.

He curled up in a ball, he probably felt like nothing to this guy. He almost wondered if he preferred that or not. He wondered if the giant might forget he’s there. He could wind up crushed pretty easily. At least he would leave a pretty nasty stain, a good way to show giants he fucking matters. He was getting bitter at the scent he was surrounded by. The images of flowers and fields going through his mind and the calm thumping near him. He hated that it made him sleepy too, this giant would probably be the worst yet once he was home.

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Vitus was anxious by the time he pulled up to his house. The little fox just said bark, he didn’t get any information. It seemed like he was trying to make something happen in the store with the amount he picked out. It didn’t matter, he just wanted the kid to feel safe. Once he started talking he could look into getting him back to his real family. Although a part of him wondered how hard they even searched for him.

The boy had been quiet since the car ride started. He took a quick peek in his pocket once he had the bags in his hand. He was sleeping, he hoped that was a good thing. He tried to be quiet as he went inside, planning to start setting up everything. Maybe get something better for the kid to eat too. He was a fox and foxes ate meat right? He’d order something once enough of everything was put together.

He sat on his couch pulling out the little bed set that he’d grabbed. The boy hadn’t picked out one for himself. He let out another sigh as he opened the box, everything was so small. He hoped he hadn’t gotten one that didn’t give him enough room. He pulled out each piece and worked carefully putting it together. He had a few mishaps as he did, but after a few minutes the bed frame was together. He pulled out the mattress and sheets, carefully wrapping the small object with them.

He set it down and sighed, it didn’t feel big enough. He pulled out the small pillows placing them down, each piece just seemed to cement how small the were was. The last thing to place was the blanket, he put that down on the table. He wanted to put the boy in the bed first. Carefully he slid his hand into his pocket, the small boy didn’t flinch. He wrapped his fingers around the were and lifted him out. It would be so easy for someone else to forget the small weight, Vitus felt like he couldn’t if he tried. He slowly moved the boy down to the bed, sliding him off his fingers. The little fox shivered before he slid the blanket over him. He grabbed it tightly curling it around him.

He sighed, grabbing the bag and planning to go set up some more of what they bought. It seemed like he’d need to hire someone to do a decent part of it, but that was fine. For now he’d do everything he could, he’d make sure this fox had a good place to stay until he went home. Each thing he pulled out was smaller than he expected. How was this supposed to work well? He couldn’t put most of it together on his own… Maybe the were can help if he talks him through it.

After a fifth poor attempt at installing the bath the fox picked out he gave up. He didn’t have the tools he needed to work with something so small. He lifted himself up off the floor intending to go check on the little fox. He jumped as he turned and found him standing there watching him. He leaned forward, the boy jumped back like he was in trouble. Vitus sighed, leaning back again. The fox looked almost shocked that he didn’t keep moving towards him.

“I’m going to get dinner soon. Is there anything you want?” he asked. The little fox stared at him like he had six heads. An awful possibility came to him, had this kid ever learned to speak. “Can you speak? Had they been stopping you from learning to speak?”

“Steak…” the fox said. The voice was so quiet he almost missed it. He asked for something that had to be good. He could speak and they could work up to learning his name.

“I think I have some here actually, do you want to come with me while I cook?” Vitus offered a flat hand to the little fox. There was a pause while they both just stared at each other. “Would you rather not? That’s fine.”

Vitus was slow as he climbed to his feet. His eyes locked on the fox boy. Nothing seemed to happen so he took a step forward. He felt awful as he saw the boy have to catch himself, he hadn’t walked around weres before. He was more careful now, his next step had to be light. The fox didn’t have an issue this time and he took that to mean he was succeeding in the attempt. He took a bit more caution as he neared the fox, the small form stationary as he walked.

He took a long stride over the young were. Before he could take another the boy ran to his leg starting to climb quickly. He froze, unsure what to do that would keep the fox safe. It was seconds before he felt a small pat on his hand. He flattened his hand in hopes that’s what the kid wanted. He felt the small weight climb on and relief overcame him. He brought the boy up to his eyes, looking him over slowly.

“Please don’t do that again, it’s dangerous to climb me so suddenly,” he said. The fox looked at him with a dead stare again. He sighed watching the salmon hair get blown back, he’d have to figure something out sooner rather than later.

He made his way to the kitchen and searched his fridge. He wasn’t finding anything even close to steak like the kid had asked for. He looked down at him, those pink eyes just watching him. He moved away, letting the door shut and pulling out some takeout menus. There had to be somewhere he could get what the were wanted. He deserved at least whatever he wanted to eat after what happened to him.

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Rhys was in shock. The giant didn’t seem to care that he climbed him, followed him, or asked for something insane. This had to turn bad quickly. Now he’s just sitting here in the hand while he reads over different menus. Every now and then he’d be met by those green eyes and a sigh. Then the giant would go back to looking over menus. He saw a small smile on the giant’s face, which didn’t seem good.

“I found a place that has steak, looks like we lucked out after all,” he said.

His voice seemed quieter now, probably just didn’t want to break his new toy. The giant leaned over grabbing a phone off the counter. Rhys just wanted the bad stuff to start, he was a fox and they were great pets when trained well. He tuned out the rumbling noise, using the fingers near him to block his ears. He almost yelped when they responded by curling over him more. This giant seemed to respond to everything he did. Rhys jumped when the phone was put down.

“We have about thirty minutes to wait,” he was told. The giant got up bringing him over to the huge couch. He placed his hand flat and looked at Rhys. “Why don’t you wait here? I’m going to see if I can’t set up anything else until then.”

Rhys stretched and listened, watching him hadn’t been fun. The giant was actually trying to be careful with everything. It made him feel bad seeing him struggling. He just stared as the giant walked away, the steps were lighter again. This giant almost seemed to care, but that wasn’t possible. Even if he opens up and tells the guy his name he’ll get taken again and that’s that. He won’t have a long term home until the fox fad dies. Or he dies, whichever comes first.

He curled up, he’d rather pretend to be sleeping than experience that stare anymore. Those eyes didn’t match the face, always looking angry while the eyes were warm. He hated that smell of spring too that existed lightly over so much of this place. He hated the gentle way the giant held him and how he talked to him like a person. He hated being listened to, and cared about, and he hated wanting to believe it.

Over the next few days things continued to be strange. The giant, Vitus as the guy eventually told him, was doing a lot. Giants and weres came through to put together the things Vitus couldn’t and he made sure Rhys got his fur cleaned. It was the nicest it looked in years. He even used a brush with giant tweezers to help get his fur and hair under control. He also took the time to treat the worst of what his last owner did. Even kept close while he was sleeping. Almost every morning he woke up to that same smell of spring giving him a false sense of safety and home.

He knew it wouldn’t last. A lot of them were nice like this at first. Then they got sick of him. Wanted a more ‘normal’ were. He wouldn’t stop acting out though. He only spoke when he thought of something crazy to ask for and kept climbing up the guy. The climbing drove him nuts; the act would break soon enough. He stretched as Vitus wandered around, he seemed worried about something. Maybe he was worried Rhys would catch on and leave. He jumped when Vitus turned and came close crouching so he was at least closer to Rhys’s level.

“Hey kiddo, there’s someone coming by today. I don’t want to deal with this person..at all,” Vitus said. “It’s best if you stay out of sight while they’re here. I don’t trust them.”

Rhys wanted to scoff, but held back staring up at Vitus. The giant sighed and stood back to his full height. Rhys couldn’t believe he’s allowed to run around on the ground with such a big giant walking around. He had no intention of hiding during this meeting or whatever. Vitus probably just didn’t want his untrained pet showing up. He’ll finally get the guy to break, he’ll climb up his guest while he’s busy. It’ll be perfect.

Rhys stayed mostly out of sight as Vitus kept wandering around. It was only about an hour before there was a loud banging on the front door. He watched the giant scan the area, a relieved look settling on his face. It wouldn’t last long, Rhys would make sure of that. He watched on the side as a new giant walked in, at least two heads shorter than Vitus. Why was that guy so big?

This new giant looked mean, maybe he wouldn’t mess with them. Their features were sharp and the look in their eyes made him shiver. Vitus changed once they came in too, his stance seemed more tense. Who could this be that even someone that big was nervous? The new giant just waltzed in like they owned the place. Rhys definitely wouldn’t be messing with them. He backed away, hoping to be more out of sight than he already was.

“So Vitus, it’s nice to see you,” their voice sounded cold. Rhys pinned his ears down, he didn’t like them at all.

“Myra, please let’s get the discussion over and you can finally leave me alone,” Vitus said. His voice was harsh, but it was still softer than when he’d first heard him speak.

He watched the two walk away, but didn’t follow. This Myra person gave him a bad feeling and he wouldn’t be playing any games. He’d find another way to make Vitus finally break. Rhys decided to just rest on the couch again, a nap sounded good anyway. He would just sleep there until Vitus said the new giant was gone and he could mess with more things. He climbed up the side of the giant furniture, his claws leaving small marks. He could make that add up eventually. He leaned against the arm of the seat closing his eyes, it still smelled like spring here.

“No way this backwards creep has a fox,” he heard. Rhys shot up, terrified as he met the eyes of that new giant. She had an awful smile creeping onto her face. Rhys turned to run, but he was caught by his tail and held up in front of her. He had to hold back his cries, a fox tail wasn’t meant to support his body weight. “He won’t mind if his little fox runs away…”

Rhys froze, he was already getting taken again? He hadn’t even broken this one yet. This Myra person dropped him in their bag and all he could do was stare at the disappearing ceiling. He didn’t have a way out of this, and something told him he wouldn’t be getting away from this giant. The bag swung as they started moving and he heard a door slam. He was off with a new giant again, with no one to come after him.

He curled in on himself as the truth hit him. He wouldn’t be smelling spring all the time anymore. He wouldn’t be able to ask for crazy things and actually get them. He wouldn’t get to hear the footsteps sometimes be heavy only to switch on the next one. He wouldn’t get to see those green eyes that seemed warm instead of fierce like his face. He wouldn’t be held gently and cared about in a way that let him think he was more than just a pet. He just wanted someone to care.

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“Kiddo you can come out now, she’s gone,” he called. The kid had been shockingly good the whole time. He didn’t appear out of nowhere or climb up his leg. It actually made him nervous, he was looking all over for him. “Kiddo at least give me a hint…”

He didn’t like this, he had looked pretty much everywhere the second Myra was leaving. He went to check the couch where the kid liked to sleep. Nothing there either. He was getting worried, the kid hadn’t hidden like this before. Myra left pretty quickly too. He waited a bit longer to see if the kid would appear before running out of his house. He must have been somewhere she saw him, maybe the couch like he just checked. He’d get the kid back.

He ran out and saw her mostly down the street. He started running as fast as he could. If she got home or in a car he’d never get the kid back. That’s not true, he’d never get the kid back easily. He caught her and spun her around. He didn’t even process what she said, her hands were open and she didn’t have pockets. He glared at her bag before glaring back at her. She dropped a kid in a fucking bag.

“Give the kid back before I really lose my temper,” he seethed. Myra opened her mouth before deciding against it. She ripped herself free before opening her bag. He watched as she pulled the kid out by his tail. He wasted no time in wrapping his fingers around him, his tail shouldn’t be used like that. “What the fuck is wrong with you, holding him like that?”

“Vitus it’s a were who cares. Foxes are all the rage right now and once they’re not I would have gotten rid of it,” she explained. He pulled the small boy close, sticking her with a fierce gaze. “You’ve always been like this, it’s why we had to take so long dealing with our parents’ belongings. Fighting about who gets their weres for all these years, just so you could send them off on their own. It makes sense they considered disowning you.”

“I’ve told you before, I have no interest in letting people get treated like pets. Come near my home or touch this kid again and you’ll regret it.”

He didn’t give her time to answer, turning and stalking away. He held the kid as tight as he could without hurting him. He can’t imagine how much being held like that must have hurt. He tried to be careful as he walked inside, the door slamming more than he meant it too. He went to his coffee table, sitting on the ground and holding his hand flat there. Slowly he uncurled his fingers, pink eyes stared at him with life for the first time since they met. The kid started shaking, but stood and tried to seem confident.

“G-guess I finally b-broke you huh?” the kid said. Vitus didn’t understand, broke him? “G-going to punish me for not hiding? F-for being out in the open a-and getting taken?”

“What-?” he started. The boy shook more when he spoke. Deep breath, quieter. “Why would I punish you? She was the one who was wrong. How are you feeling from how she held you? I can’t imagine being picked up by your tail was a nice experience.”

“Do-don’t pretend you care.” He could see how hard the boy was trying to seem angry. The shaking betrayed the fear he must feel. Vitus put his head on his arm, looking at the boy on as even a level he could.

“I do care. I took you in the first place because of how you were treated. Kiddo, I want to get you back to your family.” The way the boy just stopped felt wrong. It was like that shattered everything he expected to happen next.

“Hate to tell you, my first family gave me away. Second one didn’t care when I was taken. The cycle usually repeats. I’m a bit of a hassle if you haven’t noticed. I’m not wanted, apparently not even by the guy with a permanent frown that just stares at people.”

Vitus couldn’t believe what he heard. He was given away and kidnapped and no one cared. He pulled the hand close, ignoring the way the boy seemed more scared as he was brought closer. He sat up straight and brought the boy to his chest. Pressing his hand gently against himself and the boy to give him the best hug he could. He waited for a bit, just holding the kid instead of talking. Soon he heard small whimpers and knew it was time. He cupped his hand so he could see the boy and used his other hand to rub his back with a finger.

“Then I guess now you have a guy with a permanent frown who stares at people and cares about you. You can stay here, I never planned for weres to live here, but there’s plenty of things set up here for you now. I won’t let anyone take you or hurt you again. You’re safe now.”

“Yeah I’m your pet now right, or am I a trophy? The cute fox were here to show off…”

“Hmm I think it’s more like I just adopted a son, but we can work out the details later. You’re not anything less than a person here kiddo.”

“You don’t even know my name…” Vitus let out a small hum, he’d learn it when the kid was ready. “It’s Rhys…”

“Well Rhys, I’d guess you’re in a decent bit of pain from that idiot and worn out from this, maybe you should head to bed.”

He tried to sound warm. He would take care of him no matter what. He’ll change as best he can for Rhys so he feels safe here, too. He felt his small body stiffen, of course he’s still afraid. Vitus had to think of a better solution, maybe if he stayed in the room he gave Rhys, or at the door. He could have him on his nightstand, but that can’t be comfortable. He looked down and saw those small pink eyes staring at him like he could destroy him with a word.

“...can I sleep in your hands?” he asked. Vitus smiled, that was probably the easiest thing the kid asked for. He got up and laid on the couch, carefully placing Rhys over his heart and laying a hand over him. He felt the boy snuggle against him. “....you’re warm…and you smell like spring…”

“I hope those are good things,” he chuckled. He got a small yip from the little fox before there was silence. If he held his breath he could hear small snores near his hand. Seems like this could work out after all.

It was only a few weeks before it felt like he’d always had Rhys. He was still a troublemaker and climbed him with no warning, but it was calmer. He could grab him when he did that and was met with laughter, often followed with a crazy request. Today’s happened to be running around in the backyard. He watched as his son jumped down the stairs, prickles of fear that he might get hurt. The laughter helped that subside.

“Be careful Rhys,” he said. He’d gotten a lot better about his volume already, it helped that Rhys played up like his eardrums were destroyed if he was even a bit loud.

“Do I need to be careful with dear old dad watching me like a hawk?” Rhys laughed.

Vitus sighed, he was not old enough for a kid like Rhys. He saw a shadow of wings and stood quickly just in case. A raven were landed on a branch nearby, just out of his reach. He stared at them for a while before they seemed to be ready to approach. They flew down and stopped just before his face. Long ebony hair and red eyes immediately captivated him.

“I’m watching you giant, if you hurt that boy I’ll make sure you pay before I take him away,” they said. He jumped, but smiled a bit.

“You may want to ask him before doing that, I’m Vitus by the way,” he said. He wouldn’t mind if this were decided to stay around. They flew up again landing on his head, he stiffened unsure how to act.

“I’m Dabria, and I swear you’ll pay. I may be small but did you know raven mothers are fierce when it comes to protecting their young.” He laughed, this little were was something else.

“I guess we’re co-parents then, feel free to come inside once we head in. We have plenty of room.”

#OC:Rhys #OC:Vitus #gt #gt writing #g/t writing #g/t #giant tiny #giant/tiny #VitusAdoptsAnimalChildren

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thewriterowl · 3 years ago

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I posted 19,258 times in 2021

2492 posts created (13%)

16766 posts reblogged (87%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 6.7 posts.

I added 23,549 tags in 2021

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#din was probably frantically reaching in his pockets to find some sort of ring before luke started on his problems

My Top Posts in 2021

(kicks door open) AND ANOTHER LUKE HEAD-CANNON!! Luke’s most powerful weapon is his ability of crushing the word no with his puppy-dog eyes.

Vader: I’m evil.

Luke: Please don’t be. (sad face)

Vader: Kay, I’m good.

Han: I don’t support the rebellion.

Luke: But can’t you? (hopeful face)

Han; Welp, let’s go kill some flying space-Nazis.

Yoda: You can’t save your friends.

Luke: But...I wanna. (pleading face)

Yoda: Aw, well, ok then.

Din: I only love my son.

Luke: Can I be included? (shy face)

Din: (slams marriage license down) Sign the fuck up, buttercup.

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Din: (trying to learn more about this [cute] Jedi to figure out if he’s trustful to take care of Grogu) So...what do you like to do?

Luke: (happy this very handsome DILF is talking to him) Well...I like sparring, fighting, teaching, taking care of kids, flying ships, visiting my family, hiding on quiet planets, I garden at times cause I used to be a farm-kid...also calms my mind, I apparently may have PTSD cause i’ve had two sets of parents die, two teachers die, friends die, my first crush die, was told my father was responsible for genocide, lost my hand to said father, has been tortured, hunted, left alone, and had to shoulder the weight of the entire galaxy basically alone...but I found Grogu and you and i’m starting a school so it’s better now...oh, I like to bake cakes :D

Din: (on his knee) For the love everything holy, marry me...and use our marriage benefits to get therapy.

865 notes • Posted 2021-03-28 23:00:31 GMT

Luke, a 5′6 cinnamon roll martyr: I am ready to die for this cause.

Din, a 5′11 built tired himbo: (picks him up and carries him away) You most certainly are not.

1040 notes • Posted 2021-02-03 19:21:38 GMT

Bo-Katan: You have to be the Mand'alor and rule as king. It is your duty and honor as the chosen one.

Din: Nah.

Bo-Katan: You could unite our broken people.

Din: None of my business.

Bo-Katan: You'd be powerful and adored.

Din: Yuck.

Leia (drinking a Pina Colada from the sidelines): You could marry my brother to keep galactic peace.

Din: ...so how quickly can we get the throne room updated? I'd like a chair next to mine for my consort. You think naming a city after him would be too much of a power move in my first year? Can I tax people if they look too long at him? Grogu will be called prince, by the way, and he gets his own wing in the palace. Kryze, keep up and help me get this coronation started.

1161 notes • Posted 2021-02-21 06:44:30 GMT

Luke: Why is everyone so concerned about Top or Bottom?

Din: Luke...

Luke: I mean, I’d just be happy to have a bunk-bed.

Din: (sighs) Luke...it’s because of the tactical differences. Using a saber from the top would just be difficult. You want someone with a blaster on top to act as cover.

Luke: Oooh...that does make sense.

Han & Leia:...

Han: I gotta tell them.

Leia: No.

1307 notes • Posted 2021-01-21 00:00:23 GMT

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qianoir · 3 years ago

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IT3D 2 - Galaga vs. ET

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: college students!WayV x Chinese fem!reader

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𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: heavy cursing (censored), mentions of sex, nudity, love octogon, foreign humor, overbearing parents

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Preview < 1 < 2 < 3

Your stomach started to churn during the lesson so you pulled out a handful of white rabbit candy from the front pocket of your bag. There was more candy than school supplies in your bag so you generously handed a few each to Xiaojun and Kun, whose empty tummies thanked you greatly. The professor soon closed the lecture and the three of you headed out together.

"I don't suppose either of you guys have dance next?" You ask the two boys with a slight laugh.

Both shook their heads. Kun pulled out his schedule, "I have biology." Xiaojun was searching for something or someone behind you as he spoke, "My next class isn't until 2. I'm gonna go try to find one of my other friends. I'll see you guys later?" Kun and you farewelled Xiaojun’s take off.

"Come on, I'll walk you to the dance studio." Kun offered his arm, which you accepted. "You know where dance class is, but you aren't in it?" Kun shook his head, "One of my friends takes dance, as well. He got so lost this morning, I had to help him find the hall."

"Wow I wish I had a friend like you four hours ago.." You told him, remembering Xuejiao and her useless a.ss. Kun smiled, "He should still be in there. He has like 3 dance classes mixed in his schedule." You took note of this and unlinked your arm from Kun's as he delivered you to the dance hall. "Thank you for walking me."

"No problem. I'll catch you around. Good luck!" Kun waved good-bye as you walked into the studio. Immediately, you were hit with shocking sound waves and saw a few very skilled dancers performing some contemporary urban routine. You walked along the far wall to the back corner of the room to put your stuff down then unpacked your dance clothes and walked into the dressing rooms.

Dressing rooms in China are usually very strictly organized to separate genders. The room you walked into did not clearly decipher what gender it was made for, so you could only hope you chose the correct one. You turned a corner housing unoccupied lockers and.. a man fully clothed in ballet attire.. thankfully. The beautiful Asian man looked up from fixing his tights.

"I'm so sorry I thought this was the women's dressing room!" You stuttered, blushing in uncomfy embarrassment.

The man chuckled at you and stood up straight. "You're fine. Everything on this campus is co-ed." He said with a small eye roll. "Oh.. that's a little.. discomforting.." You said, dragging your eyes to the floor to avoid staring at the beautiful man's beautiful body.

He pointed to your dance clothes. "You're taking ballet?" You nodded. "So am I. The class is about to start.. you should get ready quickly." He walked past you, out into the studio.

The strange encounter gave you chills. You wondered if he was the friend Kun mentioned. After all, he was the fourth Asian guy you had seen today. Am I just like a magnet for cute Asian boys?

Taking his advice, you quickly got dressed and slipped out into the dance room where the instructor was already giving his new term speech. You tried to attract as little attention as possible as you walked to sit in an empty space on the floor, which was a little further ahead from the boy you previously met.

"So enough about myself, let's go around the room and have each of you introduce yourself and tell us about your dance background. Starting with blondie over there." The instructor points to a pretty girl with dyed blonde hair.

"Hi, I'm Hyo Yeon Kim, I'm from Incheon, South Korea and I have been dancing mainly hip hop since I was seven years old."

The class claps and this continues for every student. Then it's his turn. He sits up straight and waves around the room as he introduces himself.

"Hi, I'm Sicheng Dong. I'm from Wenzhou, China and I have specialized in traditional Chinese dance since I was 10 years old."

So Sicheng is his name..

Suddenly, the studio door bursts open with a petite Asian boy panting like he just ran the Great Wall.

"S.. sorry.. I'm late.. I slept through the alarms.. I never set." The boy fixes his dance clothes which were thrown carelessly over his body.

"That's ok, son. Come in and introduce yourself and tell us about your dance history." The instructor motions for him to join the group. The boy suddenly has so much energy and brightly greets us, waving his hand high in the air.

"Hi everyone!! My name is Chittaphon “Ten" Leechaiyapornkul! I'm from Bangkok, Thailand and I have been dancing since the womb!!" Everyone laughs at his personality, except Sicheng, who just rolls his eyes, but still smiles at the bubbly boy. Ten takes a seat on the floor next to Sicheng who offers him a hi-five. I guess all the Asians keep it tight here, huh?

"We're almost done, you there, go ahead." The instructor points to you and you straighten your spine before speaking.

"Hi, I'm Y/N. I'm from Hong Kong and I have been dancing contemporary ballet since I was eight years old."

"Very good, Y/N. I think you will fit in nicely with our ballet class." The instructor nods at you before addressing the whole class, "Right, so we will continue to get into actual dancing in the next class. Thank you all for showing up, even if not on time." Everyone turns to Ten who just smiles cheekily in return. "Class dismissed."

You pick yourself up from the floor and decide to wait until everyone has changed to change yourself, since the idea of co-ed dressing rooms still doesn't sit well in your mind. While you wait in the corner, Ten and Sicheng walk towards you.

“Y/N, right?" Ten asks. "Yes, that's me." You smile. "We should hang out sometime! We have a whole clique of native Chinese friends you could be a part of."

"Actually I think I may have already met some of them. Do you know Dejun Xiao and Kun Qian?"

Ten nods enthusiastically. "Wow small world! I'll add you to a group chat with all of us. Give me your phone!" Ten takes your phone from your hands and starts typing your number on his own. The device is suddenly buzzing with new message notifications as it is returned to your hands.

"I can't be late to my next class- we can meet up later! See you, Y/N!!” Ten rushes out of the studio, leaving you and Sicheng alone in the corner.

"Sorry if he scared you. He can be a bit hyper." Sicheng says with a small grin. You wave him off, "It's fine. You should go change now."

"Are you waiting for me to change so you can be alone in the dressing room?" You stay silent. "If you've been taking dance classes since you were eight, you should learn that going out of your comfort zone is essential." Sicheng teases, but offers another option, "There is a better place to change if you're that uncomfortable with it, come on."

Sicheng leads you into the dressing room where you are met with various colors of boobs and a.ss cracks. You just look up and let Sicheng guide the rest of the way. You hear him giggle at your flushed face. You arrive at a spatial closet that is filled with hi-tech film equipment. "This is one of the theatre storage closets. Xiaojun and I hang out here a lot."

Sicheng looks around the room while you stand there, bag in hand and ready to change. His eyes land on you awaiting awkwardly in front of him and he realizes, "Oh sorry! I'll leave you to change." Sicheng apologizes and rushes out of the closet. You laugh at the quirkiness of the cute boy and start getting dressed up again.

Walking out of the storage closet, you see Sicheng waiting in the empty dressing room. He holds up your schedule as he notices you coming out. "You dropped this and I couldn't help but see you're free for a couple of hours. I was wondering if you wanted to get lunch with me and the rest of the guys in the group chat Ten added you to? My treat." He says, handing back your schedule.

You stuff the paper back into your bag, "I would love to."

"Awesome. Let's go."

The two of you walked around the campus and met up with five other Asian guys by the sculpted fountains, three of them being Xiaojun, Kun, and Ten. Xiaojun and Kun noticed you immediately. "Hey nice to see you again. I see you've met Winwin and Ten." You look at Xiaojun confused. "Winwin?"

"That's my nickname." Sicheng blushes. "You can call me 'Win.' It sounds manlier." He puffs his chest a little.

“Y/N, this is Lucas and Hendery. Hendery is from Macau and Lucas is from Hong Kong, like you!" Kun introduced you and Lucas gave you a hi-five, "Waaah what's up, little Hong Konger!?" You laugh as his hi-five pulls you into a bro-hug, where your face painfully smacks into his hard chest. "It's been a while since I've met someone from my hometown. What are you doing in America?" Lucas asked you.

"My parents wanted me to attend an Ivy League to become the best doctor in Hong Kong, so here I am with painful irony." You answered. "Cool, cool. I'm studying animal biology. I love animals, especially puppies."

"You are a puppy!" Ten calls out and everyone agrees. "We actually have a dog and two cats hidden in our dorm, but don't tell the DA." Lucas puts a finger to his lips.

"GUYS LOOK WHAT I JUST SCORED! THEY'RE GIVING OUT FREE CONDOMS!!"

The annoying, orange-haired, Taiwanese kid from your chem class ran to all of you with like 20 unopened condoms in his hands. All of the guys facepalmed and you just rolled your eyes at more of his immature behavior. Yangyang’s eyes fell on you and hid all of the condoms behind his back as he screeched, "What the hell guys!? Why did you invite a chick to hang out with us?? We can't have a girl knowing our manly secrets!"

"B!tch, you and I both know those aren't going to fit your 5’8” a.ss." You motioned to the golden X-tra large rubbers hiding behind his back. The guys except Yangyang laughed when his face started turning red, proving the accuracy of your assumptions.

"You two know each other?" Asked Xiaojun. "We have a.. history." Yangyang narrowed his eyes at you, stuffing the condoms into his backpack without breaking visual contact. "Get over yourself. We only met this morning." You scoffed. The young boy stuck his tongue out at me like he had done once before.

"Let's go eat. I'm starving." Hendery groans.

The group walks to the dining hall where different restaurants are catered to the students and staff. It was decided to eat at a Hawaiian rooftop grill. You sat near the edge with a great view of Manhattan. Winwin sat on your right with Lucas and Kun next to him. Xiaojun sat across from you with Hendery and Yangyang on his side, and Ten at the front of the long table. You looked over the menu placed in your hands.

"Get whatever you want, ok?" Win told you and you complied with thanks. The guys ordered a bunch of food for the table as well as for themselves; you ordered a simple ahi tuna poke bowl.

Upon the food’s arrival, Kun starts a conversation. "How is everyone's first day going?"

"My professor hit my wrist with a ruler because I said Galaga sucked." Yangyang answered. "You had it coming. You think ET: The Video Game should have made a comeback." Xiaojun attacked.

"None of you fools gave ET a chance." Yangyang crossed his arms and looked away.

"My calc professor ate an egg and bacon biscuit from Tim Hortons, then fell asleep." Win said as he stuffed his cheeks with macaroni salad.

"Did he ever wake up?" You wheezed and asked him.

"No."

"Hendery what's on your neck?"

"He got that good-good on the first day- my man!" Yangyang said with his cheeks full.

"Some kid in my aerophysics class launched a bottle rocket into my neck. It really hurts." Hendery replied, rubbing the sore area.

"D.amn."

...

"This dude in my psych class kinda packing no homo." Everyone groaned at Xiaojun’s comment, Ten just smiled and beamed him up.

Everyone finished eating and you offered to pay for yourself, but Winwin wouldn't allow it. You all walked back to the fountains you had met up. Yangyang, Hendery, and Kun left for their next class together. "What do you have next?" Win asked you. "I have biology." You replied.

"Oh you're with us!" You looked over at Lucas and Ten. Turning back to Winwin, "I'll see you later. Maybe we could have a movie night sometime this week, just you and me?" He proposed. "Sure. That sounds fun. Also thank you for buying me lunch, it was yummy." Win smiled at you. "No problem. I'll text you tonight." You nodded and parted ways with the lovely boy who walked with Xiaojun- the other lovely boy.

You walked off with the three Chinese boys, not looking forward to biology, but glad to spend the hour with your cool new friends.

To be continued…

*DA = dorm advisor

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#wayv x reader #kun x reader #ten x reader #winwin x reader #lucas x reader #xiaojun x reader #hendery x reader #yangyang x reader #wayv imagines #wayv fluff #wayv angst #wayv smut #nct x reader #nct imagines #nct fluff #nct angst #nct smut

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twoidiotwriters1 · 4 years ago

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Family (Five Hargreeves x Fem! Reader)

A/N: Hi, it's time for a ... Five Fiction, lol. Danny didn't appreciate my joke, but ok. Again this is a one shot, it's just me wanting to share my ideas, I hope you like it. - Val

Important announcement: We still have spots for you to request!

Another important thing: In this one shot, Five’s 19 years old and not 13 like in the series...

Aaaaaand this is from season 2.

Words: 1,334

From the office of Sir Reginald Hargreeves,

To my Pursuers:

I, Reginald Hargreeves, request the pleasure of your company for a light supper on the 20th of November, 1963, at half past seven o'clock.

"Okay, we'll go," says Luther getting up from a chair.

At first, Luther didn’t want to go, but a little speech from Diego convinces him. Together with Vanya and I, we walked towards the stairs of Elliott's little apartment. Luther turns to look at me and stops me with his arm.

"Uh, what are you doing?"

I look up at him. "You just said we'll go, come on, we don't want to piss off Daddy Hargreeves!" I take another step, but again, Luther stops me.

“Y/N, I don't think you can go," he says looking at his siblings.

"Why not?"

“You're not part of the family, our father will get confused with all the info, your presence will worsen all.”

“Excuse me?" I say offended.

"What Luther is trying to say,” says Diego, approaching. "Is that, we know who we are dealing with, he’s not the best person.”

"I know that, you’ve told me repeatedly,” I roll my eyes. "Stop whining, all of you seven have powers, I'll be fine.”

"Yes, I thought that too and ended up stabbed,” he growls, “Listen, I just think it’d be dangerous,” he says unsure.

"We've been through worse things," I cross my arms.

“It's different.”

"I don't see a problem with Y/N being with us,” adds Vanya.

"Thank you!”

"Vanya has amnesia, it doesn't count," says Luther.

"What?" She complains.

"Anyway, Y/N you can't come, it’s not right.”

"Oh please, Luther, look around you, none of this is right," I complain.

He looks at me and makes a face.

"Don't make me do something that I might regret.”

“Luther," says Diego, but his brother ignores him.

"What are you planning to do, Ape brain?"

A very bad phrase towards a man with super strength to someone who has no powers. Suddenly Luther takes me by the waist and puts me on his shoulder. I try to avoid it by kicking and screaming, but obviously nothing works.

"Put me down!"

Luther takes me to the roof of Elliott's store where he has all his photography equipment, drops me to the ground and takes my arm and then handcuffs me -I did not know where those came from, and I do not want to know- one of my wrists, to a building’s pipe.

"You got to be kidding!" I screech trying to break free.

"It's for your own good," he says and returns to the building.

"Luther!" I shout. "Diego!" I wait for a few seconds without receiving an answer. "Son of a bitch…” I whisper leaning my head against the pipes.

Truth be told, this doesn't surprise me on Luther's part, but at least I thought Diego would do something.

“I'll avenge myself.”

***

While Y/N prepares her revenge on the roof, the other Hargreeves head towards the place where their father indicated.

The first to arrive is Five, who walks to the elevator and presses the correct button, but when the doors begin to close, Diego stops them. Little by little, the others arrive, but Five frowns when he does not see the girl.

“Where’s Y/N?" He asks, looking at his brothers.

"Tell him, Luther,” Diego mentions reproachfully.

"Tell me what?" says Five. "What the fuck did you do?"

"Not now, Five,” answers Luther and the elevator doors open, Five uses his powers to confront Luther.

"Tell me exactly what happened if you don't want me to use your ape hand to make a keychain.”

***

"I'm not one of the family…” I whisper through my teeth. "Stupid Luther, if it weren't for me, he'd be in a circus."

"Just when I thought you were the sane one of the team…"

I jump when I hear another voice. I turn to find Five walking towards me with his hands in his pockets.

"If you just come to tease, I'll throw you off the roof.”

"I don't think you can do much handcuffed to the pipes," He says, sitting next to me. I sigh.

We’re silent for a few seconds until Luther's words return to my mind. I look at the boy.

"Do you think I'm not part of the family?" I ask.

"You're not," He says shortly and I nod, looking down.

At this point I'm used to Five's cutting and sarcastic comments, most of the time I talk back, but what he says is true, I can't deny it and I hate that.

“I just wanted to go with them. I know that your father is something delicate and I know that he was a horrible person who did a lot of harm. I thought that, just being there as moral support, I could help somehow…”

He laughs at my words.

"Dinner would have ended very differently if you had…”

I frown.

"What happened?"

“We showed him our powers, he asked questions. Luther finally rebelled against him after being his puppet for years, Diego was traumatized by constructive criticism, Klaus acted weirder than usual, Vanya exploded the fruit, Allison used the rumor again and I- Well, I thought he could help me, but I'm still clueless.”

I analyze everything he tells me and it may sound strange, but I’m no longer surprised by the Hargreeves family reunions.

“Wow…”

“Yep," He turns to see me. "Let me help you with that…” he says lifting the handcuffs, he gets up and opens them.

I stroke my wrist as I get up.

"Come on, I've got a revenge on Luther waiting for me…” I walk up the stairs. "Diego also deserves it, he didn't do shit to help me.”

“Y/N?"

I stop and turn to see him a few feet away.

"Yes?"

"You may not be part of the family," He looks away. “But I think you are the most important person in the group."

I’m surprised at his words. Five is the least to express any feeling other than anger.

"You think?" I ask with a smile.

"Without you, we would be lost," he says, smiling a bit dryly.

"Awww, you're so sweet, Five!" He rolls his eyes and I laugh. I open my arms and nod, ”Come here…”

“Y/N,” Five complains, but I wrap him in a hug. He sighs and not long after I feel his arms on my waist, his body relaxes.

"It's just a hug, grumpy," I say over his growling. "Thank you…” I whisper as I step away, putting my hands on his shoulders. I smile and then kiss his cheek.

"Aw! Guys come here!” Klaus's voice makes us jump apart. The others follow him closely. "Luther, how can you say that she’s not in this family? She’s getting closer to being an actual sister!” He says pointing at us.

"What!?" I feel my cheeks burn and the others laugh.

"Ben says he hears wedding bells," Klaus adds, clapping his hands.

"Shut up, Klaus!" The boy and I say at the same time. I may be embarrassed right now, but I can't help but smile a little.

"Maybe I was wrong before,” says Luther and my smile disappears completely.

"Oh I'm going to show you how wrong you can be…”

"I don't like that look," Luther backs up a bit and then goes downstairs.

I laugh at his action, it’s not the first time that I carry out a promise, so I follow his steps without hurrying. When we get to the apartment, the others scatter around the place while I rejoice in Luther's agony trying to apologize.

"Who would say that such a small girl can scare someone like Luther?" Allison scoffs, then walks into the kitchen.

Then a blue light flashes behind me.

“That’s my girl…” Five whispers close to my ear and then teleports back to another location.

I feel my face burning again and I grin like an idiot, but that can wait for now.

#Five Hargreeves #Number five #Umbrella Academy #Umbrella Academy fanfic #Five x reader #Five Hargreeves x reader #twoidiots writing

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brienneseveruscalawayfanfiction · 4 years ago

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Olivia Benson x Detective Reader: Kidnapped!

Alright anon, sorry this took so long to come up with, I know i kind of changed it a bit and I hope you still like it and that it makes sense. I love you guys, enjoy!

Captain Olivia Benson and Y/N had really gotten into it now, now was the question how the hell do they get out of this one? A few weeks ago they had find a woman’s body, a Jane Doe who was found in an alleyway, left there, posed like a doll, almost, in a very modest and out of date colonial style dress. From that point on the detectives at SVU were working round the clock to figure out if there were more and if so where could these women have come from? After the autopsy and looking at the victim’s clothing it was discovered to be a type of hand sown dress that is worn by the women from a religious cult in upstate New York. They appear to prey on the naive, vulnerable, women they deem weak. Olivia and I decided after putting out heads together that we had to get more information and decided against better judgment to put newest detective Katriona Azar Tamin. She is fully capable but has already been through so much undercover but she insists that she is up for it. “Captain, I can do this, please just trust me.” “Ok Kat, you can do this just please be careful, these people are sick and twisted.” “Got it Cap.” Kat says as she mock salutes us both and goes and readies herself for the operation. Of course no one else seemed to take this case very seriously so we are doing this in a sort of non official way, but really who gives a shit, because there are countless women being brainwashed and raped to be subserviant to these men and that isn’t going to fly with Liv and I. Equipped with a mic and little else we send Kat in and hold our breath, while this is happening, an old friend and former partner of Liv calls her up and makes her smile and laugh, all the things I would love to be able to do for her. She looks so radiant today too, could she be in love with this Stabler? Not that it’s any of our business, we aren’t together and to be frank, i am not even sure she is into women, let alone me. “Hello, Y/N, detective, you in there?” “Huh, oh shit, Liv I’m sorry, must have zoned out.” Y/N says sheepishly as she shrugs her shoulders and yawns loudly,when at the tail end of it, hears a gun go off and that is the signal for the boss lady and I to kick into action! We race towards the compound and see women and children endlessly running, screaming for help and Kat lying on the ground unconscious, having been not unconscious by one of the men running the place, his name Anthony Yertz. Liv and I check for a pulse and find one and that’s when everything goes black....

*gasp, “Olivia, Liv, Liv?!” “Shh, I’m here, I’m here, just listening, trying to figure out where exactly they have taken us, we appear to be in an underground bunker. “Where’s Kat?” “Over, here.” Kat groggily replies. “Kat what the hell happened? How did it go so wrong so fuckin fast?” Y/N asks. “I know, I thought one of the women could be a help to us, but she got scared, freaked out, badly, and now we are all stuck in a bunker.” Anthony strolls into the room eyeing his newest catches and his eye is immediately captured by you, detective Y/N. Slowly he saunters over to you and starts to caress your face with his callous hand. Y/N pulls away from his touch, with a look of disgust on her face. Anthony laughs at her response. “Oh, feisty one are you, well don’t you worry darling, we know how to break new one’s like you in, that’s for damn sure!” Olivia immediately tenses up and shouts, “hey asshole, hey, I’m talking to ya!” You think she’s feisty, you would have much more fun trying to break me in, don’t ya think?” She says with a smirk on her now darkened features. All this time Liv was slowly cutting her way out of her rope restraints with a pocket knife she was able to work out of Kat’s back pocket. Anthony now turns his gaze onto Olivia. “Hmm, you do look like you could be fun too, but nah, i think i want to start with this one first, but hey you gals can watch and see what you have to look forward too!” He says with a demented like glee on his face. Anthony turns at this point and backhands detective Y/N flat on her back, standing over her, his chest heaving, he raises his fist and proceeds to punch as much of Y/N that can be reached. Detective Y/N has curled as far inward as she can, to try and protect herself as much as she can. Anthony in frustration throws her flat on her back and drags her by her hair over to a dirty futon and ties her hands quickly to it, as Y/N has been kicking him as hard as she can. Hovering over her, he silently strokes her face, almost like a lover and than *slap! Blood begins to run out of Y/N newly split lip, Y/N spits in his face and tells him to go to hell as he tries to undress her, Olivia breaks free and grabs a piece of wood off of the floor and rushes the son of a bitch and hits him over the head, hard! Suddenly there is a rush of heavy footsteps above us and Liv and Kat and I start screaming, that we are down here and that we have the perp. “Stand Back!” A strong yet comforting voice shouts, Liv had untied you at this point and had her hand out and slightly resting on your stomach to back you and Kat up from the door. *Bang! “Elliot!” Olivia shouts and rushes into his outstretched arms, sobbing. Grateful to be free and to now help these women get back to their families, you couldn’t help but feel that it should have been you holding Liv, not Elliot to comfort you, you thought all of this as you were cleared to go home by the EMT’s. Now driving home, you can’t get her out of your head! With a loud sigh, you wrench your car around and start racing towards Olivia’s apartment, this is it! Tonight you will tell her how you feel about her, and if she rejects you and wants you gone from her precent, than so be it.

As you approach her apartment door, you start to shake, what if this Elliot guy is still here? She used to mention him quite a lot, but not so much, at least not until today, and today as always he got to be her hero, not that you want her endangered, never, its just with everything you had just been through your ego was sorely bruised.

*knocking

“Who is it?” “Liv, its me, its Y/N.” you say as you nervously rest your forehead against her door as you in relief hear her unlocking it. “I am so sorry that’s so late, I was hoping you would still be up though, I have a lot on my mind and just had to see you and check on you and make sure you were okay. You say as she leads you into her living room and directs you to her couch, thankfully Elliot free, you noticed. “Okay, so I am so glad that you and and Kat are alright and that we saved all those women and children but there is also something else on my mind. If you don’t mind me asking, is there something going on between you and Detective Elliot Stabler?” Bracing yourself for her answer, you were comically surprised when she started laughing at you and rested her hand over yours on your thigh. “What might I ask is so amusing about that question if I might ask?” Olivia wiping the tears out of the corner of her eyes from laughing so hard, simply reaches across to cup the back of your head and pulls you towards her and says, “Its you, it’s always been you, I thought you would have picked up on that by now!” Than they were both lost in the moment and Liv was kissing you and whispering your name like its an answer to prayer and you end the night in one another’s arms, resting safely in her bed. Tomorrow can come and whatever the day may bring because with Olivia by your side, you can accomplish anything.

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lisinfleur · 4 years ago

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Santa’s Roots

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Author’s Notes | Some historians claim that Santa Claus’ figure was inspired by Odin. What if it was true? For a certain Modern Viking, it is! Inspired by Harbard’s interaction with young Ivar in the series. I hope you’ll like it! Universe | Vikings Pairing | Ivar x Reader Info | Modern AU, made for Patron’s Holiday Event Words | 1092 ⁑ Warnings: Religious re-readings, unconfirmed comparisons, and sources.

"Why do we have to make this stupid trip?"

Of course, he was annoyed. Even more, because he was planning a trip with Y/N to spend the Christian Christmas in a tropical country enjoying the heat; and now he was forced to drag his limp pained leg through the snow of the Santa Claus Village in Rovaniemi.

Yeah. Lapland.

In the fucking FREEZING FINLAND!

"It's Yule and Christmas and no matter how you look at it, Ivar, it's a family holiday and we'll spend it together."

He loved his beautiful mother, but sometimes that need she had for them to be all together all the time was suffocating. After growing older, he was starting to understand his father's constant trips and to wish Aslaug would do something like fulfilling Sigurd's emptiness and his lack of motherly attention.

But this time, not even Sigurd had escaped that torture. And for the first time, they were both grumpy and moody at the same time.

At least, Y/N had come with him. Sigurd's girl was waiting for him with her family at the beach they had planned to go to together and that trip had forced him to delay. Ubbe as well was grumpy: dating Björn's ex-wife, he saw his hopes to send Torvi's children with Björn that year going down the drain. After all, what kid would want to exchange Santa Claus' village for a trip to the boring Mediterranean with daddy's brand-new chick?

Hvitserk was the only one having fun along with Y/N and the children - the bastard was finding every source of food, candies, and delights through their ways, putting so many smiles on Y/N's face that Ivar was asking all the gods to get his brother fat at the end of that cursed trip. Or at least some good, long and intense diarrhea, so he would have something to laugh at in the middle of all that red, black, gold, and white mess.

"Sorry!" A gods damn dwarf?

Gnome?

Grinch... No. Elf! A gods damn elf stumbled on his crutch, almost taking Ivar's balance, forcing him to stop his already slow steps to straighten the damn titanium braces under the trousers with a loud grunt of anger.

Because of course, his day wasn't doomed enough. No. The pain of that cold shitty place wasn't enough. Nor the elves everywhere, nor the repetitive music, nor the children's noises, fake gift boxes, bells... Not even the irritant bells weren't enough! Someone had to fucking misplace his braces to get him left behind by his whole family...

Kinda his fault: Ivar had walked slower than them all the whole time, trying to get himself distant and leave clear he wasn't happy. Even Y/N had started walking with Hvitserk since his mood was so terrible that not even her was able to hold it this time. He couldn't blame them for avoiding his presence enough not to notice he had to stop...

But where were they after all?

They wouldn't just disappear like that in a matter of minutes.

Ivar had just lowered himself for a moment to straighten the braces... How come they had managed to disappear in the middle of that fucking colored place?

For a moment, Ivar's heart filled with a cold sensation that spread all over this spine. He searched his pockets. Of course, his cellphone hadn't a single bar of signal in that place. His blues ran around searching for his brothers, the noisy children, his mom, Y/N.

And then it was when he realized...

There was no one to be seen.

The noisy children had gone. The elves were gone... Everything was, all of a sudden, silent, except for those bells.

With his crutch, Ivar walked around some steps, trying not to get lost in whatever the fuck was happening around him. But with a few steps forward, as if everything wasn't strange enough, a thick fog started to move around his legs, covering the place, flying ghostly through the gift boxes and colored trees.

Ivar felt the urge to get the heck out of that place. With some effort, he started walking at a quicker pace not observing when the decorations around him started changing from the usual plastic balls and ribbons to colored flowers, painted pine cones, straw animals... His eyes betrayed him, but his ears weren't failing: the bells were becoming higher. And higher...

"I don't know what kind of stupid prank is this! But I don't like it! I didn't pay for this package! I want this to stop right now!" he yelled.

Just to almost lose his balance once again when a horse exhaled behind his back, forcing him to turn around in a quick movement that cost him a grunt of pain, bending Ivar's body over itself when his hand touched the knee of his right leg. The braces had made a loud sound indicating it was a forced movement and now his knee was horribly aching once again.

However, the pain was something usual for him. Unusual was to see Santa Claus not dressed in the traditional red clothes... Unusual was to watch the old man coming down from a horse... Wait. How many legs did that fucking horse have?

And how the fuck did he have a horse? Shouldn't it be reindeers?

And a sled?

"What in..." Ivar started, swallowing dry and lifting his face to see the man in front of him was smiling.

A visible and open smile in the middle of the big and voluminous white beard covering his jaw and cascading down to his belly.

"Hello, Ivar," the man said with a surprisingly cozy voice, causing Ivar's face to twist in a frown of pure surprise, full of wrinkles on his forehead that earned one of the usual laughs from the white-bearded man.

"What the heck?" Ivar said, straightening himself even with pain on his leg. "Who told you my name? And why the fuck are we alone in this place?"

The man continued calm and smiley despite Ivar's clear annoyance.

"I know many names, boy. And I know you, since you were, in fact, a boy," the man said, looking down to Ivar's legs. "They still ache a lot, I can see."

Ivar's frown gained two more wrinkles on his forehead.

"What? Where do you know me? Who are you, man?" he asked, fully annoyed by what he was sure was a ridiculous prank his mother had paid for him to fall on, in the hope he would, somehow, like that trip into the middle of the freezing nowhere.

But the man just laughed once again, touching Ivar with a gentle pat that soon became a heavy hand weighing on Ivar's shoulder, forcing his whole attention to detail he wasn't able to notice before but now was clear like crystal in front of his eyes.

That man... That strange Santa Claus...

He clearly didn't have one of his eyes.

Ivar's blues were somehow attracted into the emptiness of that missing eye. And he swore he could hear the bells stopping, and crows cawing. The fog became stronger, but Ivar couldn't stop looking at that empty hole on that man's face until something formed into the dark.

Something that made Ivar's blues large when the voice of that man sounded once again, rumbling into Ivar's chest like a clap of thunder.

"I know everyone that was and everyone that will be. I'm the one who was and remains. And after you're gone, I'll still be here, until the wolf comes to swallow me whole. But before you go, I can still grant you a gift, son. Let us say you were good this year," the old man joked.

His words filling Ivar's ears while his eyes were locked at the image into that man's empty eye-hole.

"Yggdrasil..." Ivar mumbled.

And his eyes blinked, seeing the whole man once again in front of him, smiling.

"Odin?" he asked.

Receiving nothing but a new pat on his shoulder and once again, the traditional giggle that came along the whole noisy environment around, all at once invading Ivar's ears like a wave of noise and mess once again.

"Ho ho ho... Merry Christmas!"

Standing in front of him was nothing but an actor, fully dressed like the old Santa. Nothing different from the usual along with the fake gift boxes and all the rest Ivar could see when he turned his head, confused, searching for that whole illusion he was thrown into one second ago.

Was that a delirium? Was that somehow real?

"What's wrong, Ivar?" Y/N's voice woke him up and called his attention causing Ivar to once again turn himself too quick to look at her.

Another clang from his braces. Ivar waited for the wave of pain...

But it never came.

"Are your legs ok? Are you in pain, love?" she asked, fully worried.

But Ivar looked shocked down to his legs, feeling nothing. Absolutely no pain. Like one of his best-bones' days...

The days he used to say were gifts from the gods into his life.

"I... I... I think I... I'm fine I just... For a moment..." Ivar gasped with the words.

His eyes were still searching around for that image so vivid of Odin he had seen. He was sure he had seen! It was real!

And he took his pain away for a day...

"You see? The cold is starting to freeze Ivar's brain! Can we go home or at least somewhere warm now?" Sigurd complained.

The kids coming closer to Ubbe with their hands full of candy canes from Hvitserk's bag.

Everyone was so close... They didn't have disappeared.

But Ivar was sure he was the only one who saw that man.

"Are you ok, Ivar?" Y/N asked again and Ivar finally focused his eyes on her.

"I am. I'm just... I think I just need some warm chocolate and we can stay a little longer... For the kids, I mean."

"What?" Sigurd complained immediately. "See? Frozen brains!" he said, pointing Ivar's head.

But Ivar just approached Y/N's, speaking low, almost like a secret.

"Do you believe this thing about... Santa and Odin... Being the same person and stuff?" he asked, causing Y/N to smile.

"Oh, this is why you're so bothered, isn't it? Babe, don't be like this, uh? Some historians say that our Santa is somehow inspired by Odin with his eight-legged horse, granting gifts to his followers and knowing who was acting bad or good along his way. If it makes you feel more comfortable then think about this place as Odin's village!" she joked.

Getting a small curve from Ivar's lips.

"Come, let's get you that hot chocolate, uh?" she said, enlacing his arm with her own and starting to walk at his pace towards the coffee shop Hvitserk was already entering for what? The third time?

Ivar's eyes looked back at that man dressed as Santa Claus, complimenting everyone. His steps showing him his legs weren't aching at all anymore. Whoever it was, Santa Claus, Odin... It had really granted him a gift for that day.

The Santa turned looking at him once again.

And Ivar could swear that one-eyed man winked at him before it was nothing but the actor once again.

"Ho ho ho! Merry Christmas!" the man yelled.

Santa Claus' Village... Odin's place... It wasn't that bad to make that trip after all.

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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 4 years ago

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Another One?!, Part 6

First > Previous > Epilogue

Adrien tensed when he walked into the living room and saw Cass struggling to wipe a red stain (fruit punch, maybe?) off the couch.

“Uh…?”

She looked up and her face paled a little bit. She did a quick sign for help, which was just the letter H in sign language for them, and he hesitated. He wanted to, he really did, but if Marinette caught him being an accomplice…

He turned on his heel and walked back the way he came.

Big mistake.

A few hours later, Marinette walked down and cursed.

“Sweeties! And Chaton!”

Everyone scrambled to the living room and found her standing by the couch, her arms crossed over her chest as she regarded each of them with a barely concealed glare.

“Whatever happened, it wasn’t me,” said Jason. Everyone nodded that they, too, were not at fault.

She clicked her tongue and uncrossed her arms to sign along with her words. “Well, it was one of you! So, if no one wants to fess up then everyone has to help clean.”

“What? That’s not fair!” Complained Dick. “If we didn’t do it then we shouldn’t have to help!”

“Then maybe the person should fess up. It’s not like I can just figure out who’s lyi -- wait, I absolutely can. Cass!”

Cass slowly shifted out of the group and then walked over to his wife. She fixed her gaze on each of the guys in turn and then signed the letter ‘A’.

Everyone looked at Adrien, who was rapidly paling. Ah. Not good.

“Wait wait wait! It wasn’t me! It was Cass, I saw her cleaning it up!”

Cass sniffled and started wiping her eyes.

Marinette clicked her tongue again. “Wow, Chaton, I can’t believe you’d not only lie about it but also pin it on Cass. I’m disappointed in you,” she said. She leaned down and picked up Cass like she weighed nothing and hugged her as she took her from the room.

Marinette didn’t see the nasty grin Cass sent him over her shoulder.

But Adrien and the boys did.

Tim waited until Marinette was out of the room to laugh, and Jason and Dick both joined him almost instantly.

“You know, I’d feel bad but you probably deserve it,” said Dick.

Adrien sighed and shook his head. “I don’t.”

“Please, Cass hardly ever does anything mean. You messed up,” said Jason through peals of laughter.

“Shut up,” said Adrien bitterly as he made his way to the closet for cleaning supplies.

Marinette grinned as she made her way along the power line as quickly as she could without making a misstep.

Jason was doing his hardest to get her to fall. Because he’s a good son like that.

“Mom! Look! A person’s getting robbed!”

She flipped him off without looking up and then came to a stop when her phone buzzed.

Weird. She hadn’t thought anyone else was out on patrols…

She pulled out her phone and saw Jason doing the same out of the corner of her eyes.

ChatoNoir: I’ve found another kid. Can we adopt him? He looks so sad...

“Fuck!” Said Jason.

Marinette snickered.

Buginette: ok

HelmetRights: Fuck, I’ve lost the only other person who was on my side

Oracle: Youre not mad?

Buginette: ive come to accept random adoptions as a part of life so its ok as long as he tells me before he does it

ChatoNoir: Yay!

ChatoNoir: Right, I’m opening up a room for him. Be on the lookout for hellportals or whatever. Get a buddy, everyone, in case it tries to take you this time.

She glanced at Jason and they both shrugged before jumping to the street and hooking their arms through each other’s.

HelmetRights: We’re good over here

ChatoNoir: And everyone’s good here. Right. I’ll do it now.

There was a beat where nothing happened…

And then a bright white light stretched beside them.

Marinette blinked. She shared a look with Jason. It hadn’t been trying to take one of them? That wasn’t normal --.

“ROBIN ON YOUR LEFT!” Yelled a deep voice from the other side, pulling both of their attentions back to the portal.

She squinted to see through the portal and a strangled yelp escaped her throat when a blur of yellow, green, and red flew towards them.

There was a flash of color and Marinette was bowled over.

She groaned and stumbled to catch her footing, pushing the weird item away from her, only for her hand to touch something that was definitely soft enough to be skin. She was so startled by this revelation that she actually fell.

Her head hit the pavement and she murmured a curse, only to curse louder when an elbow slammed into her stomach.

She felt the person roll off of her and blinked the lights from her eyes to look at them.

It was a child, she was pretty sure. After all, no one over the age of ten would willingly wear that combination of colors.

Holy shit, wait a minute, the child had a sword.

That got her moving, scrambling on the floor to get away from a very distressed kid with a fucking SWORD WHAT THE FUCK --.

“Holy shit holy shit holy shit --,” Jason practically chanted as he, too, apparently realized the very unfortunate fact that this kid had a weapon out and they definitely didn’t. There was a flash of light as he created a shield around himself and his mother.

Good timing, the kid had started to swing it in their direction. It collided with the forcefield and the kid was thrown back a few steps. This only seemed to anger him, though, because the kid started hacking at the forcefield.

Jason and Marinette exchanged confused looks for the second time that night, but came to the silent agreement that they could just wait until the kid tired out.

Marinette plopped down in the bubble and held out a hand. Jason whined a little but reached into one of the many hidden pockets of his outfit and pulled out a snack at random.

Then he sat down next to her with one of his own and they nibbled at their food as the kid attempted to slash at them.

But, eventually, the person came to the realization that this really wasn’t working at all and they dropped down to sit as well.

Marinette pulled her yoyo off of her belt and started toying with it idly. Jason cocked his gun.

They dropped the forcefield.

The kid eyed them warily and they shared the sentiment…

But Marinette ended up just yawning and asking “Who’re your parents?”

This made the kid frown. “You don’t know who I am?”

She glanced at Jason, who shrugged, and then looked back at the kid. “Are we supposed to?”

“… I’m Robin.”

Jason raised his eyebrows. “We heard. Nice name, by the way, were you named after the vigilante?”

“I bet he was. Kwami, he’s never going to let us live this down.”

“We don’t have to tell him,” said Jason.

“True --.”

The stranger clicked his tongue to pulled their attention back to him. “Wait, I’m the vigilante Robin. So you do know who I am, you’ve just… never seen me or the outfit?”

Marinette understood, now, she thought. “Oh. You’re from another dimension.”

Then her and Jason paled a little bit. Oh kwami. He was from another dimension. They’d thought the portals were just portals to different places like Tim’s, but this was a way bigger problem. They didn’t really have a reliable way to take this kid back home that they knew of, there was no proof that it opened up to the same reality every time.

“Find me Batman, then, or Nightwing. Nightwing is a constant in every reality I’ve heard of.”

Jason and Marinette exchanged confused looks.

“Batman? Is he one of ours? He’s got the lack of creativity that you and dad have,” said Jason.

Marinette shrugged. “Maybe he’s the kid Chaton just adopted?”

Alternate-Robin looked confused and angry. “No! Batman! And Nightwing!”

“Yeah, kid, we heard you,” said Jason with a strained smile. “We’re trying to figure out who that is. Do you want to call the Justice League and see if he’s a new member?”

Marinette swallowed back bile. “Do I want… no?”

“Mom --.”

“Fine, fine.” She pulled out her phone and, after a few quick calls, came to the conclusion that neither of them existed in this reality. “Sorry, sweetie, it looks like they aren’t people here. Do you have any normal people we can try and take you to?”

Alternate-Robin glared at them. “Why would I tell you something that would lead to you figuring out my identity?”

“Because we already have a Robin, which means you probably don’t even have an identity here…”

They thought about this for a minute before groaning. “Fine. Find me Bruce Wayne… please.”

Bruce Wayne? Where had she heard the name before --?

Jason gave a laugh. “Wayne? The dead kid?”

Marinette reached out and gave his arm a tiny smack, because wow look at that now the Alternate-Robin (who she really needed to learn a new name for because I’m tired of writing that) looked like he was going to cry.

“Bruce Wayne is dead?”

“Uh… yes, sweetie, he died a long time ago,” she said gently. “I’m sorry, is there anyone else we might be able to take you to?”

Alternate-Robin thought for a minute before clicking his tongue. “I guess you can take me to Dick Grayson.”

Marinette and Jason were not prepared. Jason had been eating Trail Mix so he would have an excuse not to talk and was now choking, Marinette felt like the air had been sapped from her lungs. She was now very quickly doing math to try and figure out exactly how old this kid would have to be for it to be okay that Dick had a kid because she was extremely concerned --.

“Is he dead here, too?” Asked Alternate-Robin, who was definitely on the verge of tears now fuck --.

“No, he’s alive,” said Jason, who had managed to dislodge the M&M in his throat enough to speak. “It’s just…”

He looked at Marinette to try and figure out what to do, and she bit her lip anxiously as she thought it through...

“Okay. We’ll take you to him.”

HelmetRights: Okay, so, good news and bad news

Adrien cringed. That wasn’t exactly what you want to hear when you possibly shatter a dimension while creating a room for your newest.

ChatoNoir: Good news first.

HelmetRights: Good news is mom and I are okay

He breathed a sigh of relief and fell back on the couch. Great. At least that was fine. He could deal with any other problem.

HelmetRights: Bad news is there’s a kid from another dimension here asking for Dick Grayson claiming that HE is the ‘Robin’ of the other dimension where Bruce Wayne is alive and apparently ‘Batman’ is a thing

… Except for that. What the heck?

Pegasus: That’s one heck of a run on sentence…

HelmetRights: I know where you live

Buginette: we might be adopting him to because i dont know if he even exists here or how were going to get him home

HelmetRights: *Too

Buginette: i will help you murder helmet if you want pegasus

Pegasus: Thanks…

HelmetRights: You guys are the worst

HelmetRights: Anyways, we’re bringing him to see Dick because he apparently knows/likes him so everyone be nice

The house went still as the message came in, and then there was a string of cursing from multiple people and kwamis.

Adrien grabbed Plagg and stuffed him in the pocket of his jeans and then started ushering kwamis into their owner’s rooms.

Dick ran to his room, likely to grab a set of fake teeth to hide how sharp his teeth had become since taking the fox miraculous.

Tim started stashing all of his tech under floorboards.

Cass quickly pulled on her gloves so she wouldn’t have to worry about accidentally poisoning him if her nails grazed him.

Steph and Barbara met eyes and then apparently decided they didn’t care enough to get up from their spot, instead just continuing to watch TV.

Duke, who was new and therefore had the least to hide, just started tidying.

Only a few minutes later, the doorbell rang. He smiled as he went to open it, hoping against hope that whoever this weird Other-Robin was they were stupid enough to not notice the fact that everyone was more than a little out of breath.

He opened the door and fought the urge to squeal. The kid was so TINY.

The kid looked up at him and for a moment he could see the way surprise made its way across their expression before he turned around to look at Marinette. “Wait, you’re the original Ladybug?”

Marinette blinked a few times and then laughed awkwardly. “Yeah…?”

“Because that’s the original Chat Noir,” said Other-Robin, jerking his head towards Adrien.

The entire house froze up, unsure how to process this. Were their identities all well-known in this other dimension?

“Wait, is Paris still around in this reality?”

Marinette and Adrien paled a little bit. It seemed like in whatever reality this kid was from they hadn’t made the wish. This was really not how they wanted the kids to find out about all of that. In fact, they were hoping that this never would have come up at all…

Adrien flashed his brightest smile. “Mhmm. Anyways, since the jig is up, I guess you two can detransform…”

Marinette and Jason glanced at each other and shrugged before detransforming.

The kid’s eyes widened. “Todd?!”

Jason frowned and sunk into his hoodie a little bit. “Agreste, now, actually…”

The kid was hardly listening as he pushed past Adrien to get into the house. He took one look at the people gathered there and then turned back to the people at the door with a confused look.

“Are you doing this on purpose?”

They all exchanged frowns.

“Doing what on purpose?” Said Adrien.

Other-Robin examined all of their faces for a few minutes before shaking his head. “Okay… so, in this dimension, Bruce Wayne is dead, but you’re somehow all together here, too… there’s still, at least, a Robin but no Batman… and, apparently, Chat Noir and Ladybug didn’t fail here...” He pressed his hands to his temples. “Give me a minute, please, I need to process…”

The house seemed at a loss for what to do about the kid, because Other-Robin seemed like he was going to cry. Eventually Dick, who was the only one of them they knew had a good relationship with him, got off the couch and walked over to him.

“Hey… it’s a lot, yeah. Do you want some cookies? Mari made them and I think they’re really good. C’mon…” He gently rested a hand on the kid’s shoulder and steered him to the kitchen.

Marinette and Adrien met eyes again before pulling out their phones frantically. This was beginning to sound suspiciously like this was their fault and they didn’t like it...

He saw the day of the headline declaring the Waynes dead and bile built in the back of his throat.

The same day Emilie had died.

Ah. So that’s what the wish did.

He felt Marinette’s hand lock around his wrist and squeeze. He nodded his understanding.

They needed to get this kid as far away from here as possible before someone figured out what had happened.

“Who wants to take a trip to Paris?”

Everyone looked up instantly, their eyes wide. Fair enough, Marinette had never even considered going back before. Sure, she loved the idea of Paris, loved the idea of seeing her parents and visiting the sights, loved the idea of going back to the place she and Adrien had met…

But idealism had never been her friend. She knew that she would be miserable if she was back.

After all, everything there was just a reminder of what she couldn’t save.

(More importantly, knowing her luck she could be there for one hour and she’d still find a way to run into Lila. She was not about to start punching civilians no matter how awful they were.)

But, really, they needed to find Bunnix.

There wasn’t anyone that they knew of that could open dimensions reliably.

Sure, both she and Adrien knew how to scratch some runes on the wall and open portals to pocket dimensions. However, opening a random pocket dimension is completely different from choosing a specific dimension out of the millions of different realities that existed.

And Bunnix had time powers so… maybe there was a chance?

Yes, it was a stretch, but they had to try it.

“Damian, you have to come, but everyone else…?” She said, pointing to the computer on her lap. “Make your decision within the next five minutes, please, I need to buy plane tickets.”

Dick smiled. “Can we see your parents?”

Jason nodded and pointed at him. “Good point, no reason to go if we don’t get grandma’s cookies.”

“... you do realize that my dad is the one that does most of the -- nevermind.” Marinette clicked her tongue. “Yes, we can visit my parents. Who’s coming?”

Everyone raised their hand.

And that’s how they ended up on her parent’s doorstep with apologetic smiles and eight kids.

“Maman! Pere! Coucou!” She said, with an awkward smile and jazz hands to match.

Sabine took the kids in for a long time before looking at Marinette and Adrien pointedly. “I thought you were kidding when you said you had this many. You have a problem.”

Adrien sighed and looked at the ground. “I know…”

She broke into a smile and stepped aside so they could all file in. “Good. Now, everyone inside. It’s cold out and I’m sure you all want something warm to eat.”

The kids’ eyes all lit up and they rushed to the display cases. Tom Dupain smiled at them all as he helped serve the kids.

Marinette felt like joining them, but then her mother’s hands grabbed both her and her husband’s wrists.

“I need to know all of their names. And why is the little one wearing that outfit?”

She cringed mentally. She’d hoped that her parents would get so disoriented by all the kids that they wouldn’t really notice Damian, but really she should have known that was too much to ask. The kid was wearing the world’s worst color combination and was easily the most angry looking of all of them. He stood out.

She glanced at Adrien, who quickly started pointing out kids.

Marientte was left to try to think of an excuse. Eventually, when Adrien had listed off the last name, she said “He wanted to be an original vigilante for Halloween and he hasn’t taken the costume off since.”

Her mom looked a little skeptical for a second, but they were quickly distracted:

“HEY CAN I SEE MOM’S CHILDHOOD BEDROOM?” Yelled Jason.

“NO!” Said Marinette.

Tom, however, gave the kids the directions and she was left to watch in horror as they all started rushing upstairs to go get joke material.

She pursed her lips tightly. “It’s just one night. Just one night. Just one night…”

She felt Adrien press a kiss to her temple and gave him a weak smile.

It felt weird travelling with a young child and not carrying them the entire way.

After all, it would definitely go much faster if Damian just allowed him to pick him up, but apparently he had experience running across rooftops.

Part of him was concerned by this, the other part of him thought that he wasn’t able to criticize much about this ‘Batman’ guy’s particular parenting style. It wasn’t like he or Marinette were particularly against allowing kids to be vigilantes anymore, and he assumed Batman was the same way.

Either way, now the entire family and Damian all made their way along rooftops.

He glanced to the side and saw Marinette smiling behind her mask. He felt the same, honestly, there was an odd sense of nostalgia to it. They hadn’t done this since they were teens…

Speaking of blasts from the past, though, they came to a stop just outside of Alix’s house. It was a cute one-room apartment, which isn’t all that impressive until you consider the fact that it was facing the Eiffel Tower.

“Wow, Alix must be doing well for herself,” said Adrien absently as they slowly lowered themselves down to her window.

Marinette hummed lightly and tipped her head as they considered the fact that there was no one home.

He frowned. They’d been expecting her to be home, that was kind of annoying. Well, now she’d just think they were very loud burglars.

Whatever.

He glanced at Tim. “Pegasus, can we have an in?”

Tim opened a portal for them and there was a series of dull thuds as they all hit the carpet in Alix’s room.

Duke turned on the light for them and they all blinked a bit to get used to the light now spread through the room thanks to a lantern fastened to the ceiling.

And then… they had to wait.

Marinette and Adrien spent most of the time waiting by keeping their kids out of Alix’s stuff. They didn’t really like or dislike the woman, they were pretty neutral about most of their old classmates at this point, but they figured it would be best if they didn’t start off what was (to Alix’s knowledge) their first/only meeting by seeming like snooping pricks.

Speaking of snooping pricks…

Adrien extended his baton and hit the Dick across the room that was minding his own business on his phone and sighed when he disappeared into a puff of smoke. Man, he hated when he was right.

“Everyone, arms out, we need to find Robin.”

There was a collective groan of annoyance as everyone began reaching around --.

And then there was a loud snapping sound and they were all thrown into darkness. This only lasted a few seconds before the darkness seemed to part and creep into the dark edges of the room.

It seemed that Dick had, in a desperate attempt to not get touched and have his position get revealed, jumped onto the lantern that had been previously used as light. The lantern, in turn, had snapped under his weight…

Alix was going to hate them. Great.

Marinette frowned. “Wait, who did that? There’s no miraculi that can shift light...”

Duke raised his hand. “I’m a meta, actually. I have a few light-based powers. Like photokinetic vision and umbrakinesis.”

“Oh… cool,” said Marinette, who definitely didn’t know what those words meant. She quickly brushed past this, though: “The people underneath us are going to hate her.”

She grabbed Dick by the back of his outfit and pulled him to his feet.

Damian clicked his tongue. “You’re all children.”

“You’re… ten, max,” said Jason.

“Thirteen!”

“Really? But you’re so tiny…” said Tim, reaching out a hand to touch the baby fat still present on Damian’s cheeks.

Damian scowled and batted his hand away. “Don’t touch me, Drake.”

“Agreste,” said Tim absently.

This made him pause momentarily. “You took the Agreste name?”

“... yeah, why wouldn’t I?”

Damian opened his mouth, and then slowly looked around. “Did everyone take the Agreste name here?”

Dick shrugged and shook his head. “Duke and I kept our names to honor our birth parents, but everyone else did.”

Whatever the kid was going to say next was cut off when Alix entered her apartment and screamed at the sight of all the vigilantes just casually walking around.

Adrien and Dick cringed and brought their hands up to cover their ears and only relaxed again when Alix finally stopped. Now Alix had just frozen up and Adrien almost felt bad about interrupting her internal freakout…

But they really needed to get a move on, so...

“Sal --!” Wait, no, Alix had never worked with them in this reality, that was too informal. “Je suis désolé. Bonjour, Madame!”

“What are you doing in my house?”

“Well…” Began Marinette. “We need some help from Bunnix.”

Alix hesitated momentarily and, before she could say something along the lines of ‘I don’t know how to help you’, Adrien cut in:

“Please, this will go so much faster if you don’t lie. We just need help and then we’ll be on our way.”

She frowned a little bit and then nodded, mumbling to transform.

In seconds a blue portal not unlike Tim’s stretched in the middle of the room and she waved for them to come inside.

There was a moment’s hesitation and then Adrien sighed. “Right, we’re going to do this as quickly as possible so… everyone except for Ladybug, Other-Robin, and me are going to stay here. Sound good?”

Everyone grumbled a little bit about being left out, especially Dick and Jason, but they all agreed with a nod.

The three stepped through after Alnix. Adrien rolled his eyes when he glanced back and saw all the kids crowded around the portal, faces pressed as close to it as they could without technically going through and breaking the rules.

“You know, your French is really good for Americans,” said Alix awkwardly.

Adrien tried not to sound too offended when he said, “You think we’re Americans?”

“... yeah. You patrol in America.”

Marinette also looked a little put out, but she gave Adrien a pointed look that he was pretty sure meant ‘Don’t tell her we’re French we have secret identities for a reason’. He pouted a little bit but let the subject drop.

They walked until they were in the center and Adrien fought the urge to vomit into a random time period. The place was… trippy. It was both spherical and endless, bright colors spiraled in every portal but all that he could see was white, a high-pitched whine filled his ears and yet he was sure he heard nothing.

He glanced down at Damian and saw the kid looking around wildly, his jaw open in a mix of shock and horror. He reached over and covered his mask gently.

“Okay, what’s the problem?” Said Alix.

Marinette and Adrien exchanged frowns.

“Right, so… this is Damian Wayne. He’s Bruce Wayne’s kid.”

“Bruce Wayne’s dead.”

She pressed her lips together and nodded. “Exactly. He’s from another dimension, one where Bruce Wayne didn’t die.”

Alix frowned. “That’s not my thing, sorry.”

Adrien sighed. “Yeah, we thought so…” He discreetly slid a hand down to cover Damian’s mouth. “... but, say we brought back Bruce Wayne. Because I’m pretty sure that’s the only real difference, so… what would happen?”

“Probably something catastrophic,” said Alix. “Even if he was just some random guy there would be huge problems, but this is a billionaire. There’s no way that wouldn’t mess things up.”

Adrien opened his mouth, but she shook her head.

“We aren’t going to be doing that. If that’s all, I’d suggest you go,” she said coldly.

He glanced at his wife and frowned. It looked like she was going to argue, her face red, and then her skin suddenly drained of color. Adrien glanced at where she was looking and saw why: three portals were glitching. One alternated between a kid crying over two bodies in an alley and a scene of three dead socialites. The other two started with the same scene, of four people watching a fire, but then quickly flicked back to what they knew to be Adrien and Marinette in their rooms.

He quickly turned around. “Fine, we know when to give up. Let’s go,” he said.

The portal closed behind them and he fought the urge to wince. Hopefully Alix would never notice that was off…

He looked around and saw the kids standing there, arms crossed over their chests.

“It looks like we can’t fix it…” said Adrien awkwardly. “So, everyone, say hi to your new little brother, Damian.”

He had pulled his hands from Damian’s face now that they were out of The Burrow, but now he wanted to put them back on. He didn’t know what to do with them and had to settle for just putting them on his hips.

“You’re hiding something,” Dick said. “Spill.”

He met Marinette’s eyes and she bit her lip nervously.

He sighed. “Fine. Let’s head back to the hotel. We’ll tell you on the way.”

Tim opened a portal for them and they began running along the rooftops again.

“So, our story starts on September 19, 30 years ago… the day my mother died...”

Marinette bit her lip. The family hadn’t said anything since they had told them the story, and the longer they were silent the more her anxiety increased.

Now, they were standing in an alley, detransformed, a block away from their hotel. They could all move -- should, probably, it was kind of cold out and if they didn’t get inside soon Tim would definitely catch something -- but no one seemed particularly eager to.

She shrugged off one of her jackets and handed it to Tim. The movement seemed to startle everyone back into reality.

“So, what you’re saying is… the reason why my dad and I don’t exist here is because you two made a reckless, selfish wish?” Said Damian, his voice soft.

Marinette winced. Part of her was tempted to say that it wasn’t selfish, that a bunch of people were now alive, but she knew that wasn’t true. After all, she and Adrien had definitely been concerned that something would happen that would kill a bunch of people in the place of those they had resurrected.

“Yes, and I’m really sorry,” she said.

“And we’ve suspected that things were going a specific way because the timeline was trying to right itself for a while, we just…” Adrien sighed. “... we never thought that we would ever actually get confirmation on it.”

Another silence stretched through the alley, and then Jason turned to Damian.

“Am I dead in your reality?”

Damian blinked a few times and then nodded. “You died when you were fifteen and then were brought back thanks to the League of Assassins…”

“That explains the ‘legally dead’ thing. Always thought that was weird.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “Damn, I can’t even drive because other-me’s dumbass died.”

Dick raised his hand like a kid in school. “I have a question: do they like my puns over there, at least?”

“No. Everyone hates them.”

He pouted. “Man…”

The family started clamoring for answers as to what their alternate versions were doing, and Marinette exchanged looks with her husband. This was… definitely not the response they'd been expecting.

Marinette frowned. “Um… shouldn’t you guys be more… concerned? Disgusted? We let a bunch of people die…”

She got a bunch of shrugs.

Tim grinned. “You brought them back, didn’t you? Besides, over there I don’t have powers. This is way better.”

“Bet our trust funds are bigger over there, though,” said Steph thoughtfully. Then she shrugged. “Eh, still okay here, I guess.”

Barbara shrugged. “And, really, I don’t like the idea of being paralyzed by a clown of all things. Though I wish he was still alive so I could --.”

“THERE IS A CHILD PRESENT,” interrupted Dick, reaching out to cover Damian’s ears.

(The kid nearly chopped off his hands for attempting to do so, but Dick didn’t seem all that concerned as he dodged and stuffed them in his pockets.)

“I like being alive,” Jason chimed in. “Way cooler this way.”

Duke shrugged. “And it seems like Gotham is a little bit safer with you guys in charge. Less outright evil people with stupid gimmicks.”

Cass beamed and waved for Damian’s attention so she could sign: “Speaking of, how is Uncle Nygma doing in the other world?”

Damian stared at her like she was insane. “You’ve… you made The Riddler your uncle?!”

They nodded.

“He’s like… the cool uncle that teaches you how to avoid your taxes!” Explained Jason.

Adrien and Marinette hoped that they were just talking about the vibe that their ‘uncle’ gave off and not something that Nygma had actually done. They didn’t need any government agencies on their asses.

Speaking of government agencies…

Marinette pulled Tim aside. “Hey, I need you to make some documentation for Damian. I think we can pass him off as a biological child, he looks close enough to a mix of us, but… yeah, we need him to ‘exist’.”

Tim nodded. “I’ll do it when I get to our hotel room.”

She smiled.

Adrien eventually managed to coax all the kids inside.

Marinette and Barbara had spent some time on the plane ride attempting to make a sleeping arrangement that took into account a bunch of factors including sleeping patterns and compatibility, but they hadn’t even made it inside their rooms before the kids decided that they would take it into their own hands.

It started with Dick and Jason grabbing Tim and Marinette before they could disappear into their room so they wouldn’t be able to stay up.

(“At least let me get my computer!” “NO!”)

And then Cass, Duke, and Adrien all decided that they were bored and made their way to the room.

And then Damian, who had been feeling left out, ended up coming by as well.

The only person left out was Barbara, who had decided that she actually wanted to sleep that night.

Let me tell you, beds are not made for ten people to sleep on them. By the time Cass had gotten on they had heard the bed creak a little too loudly and decided that, hey, the floor isn’t THAT uncomfortable.

So they’d pushed the bed to the side and grabbed all the blankets from every room they’d paid for for a slumber party.

Adrien and Marinette were currently being crushed underneath their kids, but otherwise it was going great.

Damian was sitting the furthest away, pouting. Marinette had finally convinced (forced) him to change out of the Other-Robin costume and now he was wearing some of Cass and Tim’s old clothes.

Now, listen, when Adrien sees kids in oversized clothes pouting in a corner away from everyone, his first instinct is to go help. However, his instincts were kind of overruled right now because he couldn’t get up if he tried. Jason was sitting on his legs and Steph was attempting to braid his hair.

He had to settle for a smile and a “Damian… want to join us?”

“No. You all are… grossly affectionate.”

Adrien laughed a little bit, then realized he was being serious. “We’re… cuddling. It’s a normal thing.”

“It’s gross.”

He frowned a little bit and scrutinized Damian’s face. Did he not do this with his family?

The kid cleared his throat and looked away. “My father will come for me eventually and it is best if I do not attach myself to any of you.”

“Aren’t you already attached to us, though?” Said Dick, who had trapped Tim in his sweater so he couldn’t get up for extra coffee.

“None of you are exactly the same as you are in my world.”

Jason shrugged and flipped the page in his book. “Obviously not, we were raised by different people. It’s simple behaviorism.”

“Nerd,” said Tim, who had the least ability to criticize out of all of them.

“Shut up, Timbo.”

Marinette muttered something that might have been “Kwami the nicknames are getting worse” from where she was currently being crushed by Cass and Duke, who were using her stomach as a flat surface for a card game.

(“Got any sevens?” “I thought we were playing speed…?”)

“Either way, we probably all have the same general traits,” said Dick, who was apparently deciding to ignore all his siblings. Smart.

Adrien shrugged as much as he could without disturbing his kids. “And we don’t know when your dad will get here, humans need socialization to survive. Right, Mr. Psych Major?”

Jason hesitated and then made a ‘sort of’ motion with his hand. “It’s more like you need socialization to remain physically and mentally healthy but for the most part you wouldn’t die you’d just wither away --.”

“NERD.”

Jason pushed himself to his feet and oh wow so that’s what breathing was like Adrien had almost forgotten but wait no fighting is bad.

Dick quickly realized the problem with holding onto Tim while Jason was mad at him and abandoned ship, releasing the kid from the confines of his sweater and rushing away to cling to Damian instead.

Then Tim and Jason relaxed.

“Thanks, Jay.”

“Hm. You owe me twenty.”

“Gotcha.” Tim glanced at Marinette. “Want some coffee while I’m up?”

Marinette wheezed. They just assumed she meant yes.

Dick gasped as he watched Tim hop through a portal provided by Kaalki to get coffee. “I’ve been tricked!”

“Yes, clearly, Grayson. Now get off of me!”

Dick pouted and continued to cling to the child. “No. Tim is rude. I need comfort.”

“Unhand me!”

“Aw, come on, you love the other me it’s only a matter of time until you eventually love me, too!”

“MARINETTE! TELL HIM TO STOP TOUCHING ME!”

“MARIIIIII ALL THE YOUNG ONES ARE BEING RUDE.”

The person in question just wheezed again.

Damian was forced to resign himself to his fate.

Adrien rolled his eyes and sunk back into Steph’s lap.

He had almost managed to get to sleep but then Jason sat himself down on his chest again and dang it he’d just gotten used to oxygen again this sucks…

But at least everyone was relaxing for once.

What was the most upsetting thing about learning about the other version of herself?

The other version got a hamster! SHE couldn’t get a hamster.

Well…

Actually, she’s a grown adult. She can do what she wants.

But she was going to ask Barbara first…

She poked her head into Dick and Barbara’s shared room and was surprised to see Damian was also there. Huh. Apparently attachments do transfer over, whether or not Damian wanted to admit it.

Whatever. She’d had a mission.

She looked at the woman currently typing away at her computer. “Hey, I’m getting a hamster at the store.”

“Cool.”

Marinette pumped her fist in the air in victory and then turned to leave, only to hear Damian’s voice:

“Can I visit the pet store, too?”

She hesitated, then shrugged. “Yeah, don’t see why not. You dressed?”

“I am.”

She grinned and pulled her keys from her pocket and twirled them around her finger. “Let’s go, then.”

Despite having thought this would be just a her thing, she was okay with bringing Damian along. After all, she’d only have him for a little while and…

Actually, maybe bonding with a kid who was going to be gone in an indeterminate amount of time was a bad thing…

Ah, crap. Too late.

She brushed this thought from her mind and started on her way downstairs, only to quickly find herself joined by multiple kids: Jason had decided she wasn’t allowed to bond with anyone if he wasn’t there, Duke had wanted to see the animals, Steph had just been bored…

She realized that maybe it was time to get a bigger car as they reached the max capacity. There was still six other kids...

Also her husband. Him too.

Whatever, at least they had enough seats for this specific trip.

The moment she got there, Damian was gone in a blur of red. She blinked a few times and then muttered a curse. Great. She lost a kid. Already.

Well, at least she had everyone else, still --.

Nope. Only Jason had remained with her.

Does getting leashes for children count as child abuse? She didn’t know.

Jason grinned. “I’m the best kid,” he said.

She clicked her tongue. “You’re the best behaved kid at this exact moment.”

“I’ll take it.”

She gave his shoulder a tiny shove. “Whatever. Help me find them.”

“Dad is gonna be pissed when we show up with a hamster, y’know,” he said.

“What’s he going to say? ‘It’s a lot of responsibility?’ ‘You should have talked to me first?’”

“Fair enough.”

She found Duke looking at the fish and grabbed him by the back of his jacket and started pulling him along. “Besides, if he let Alternate-Me have one then he probably won’t be that mad.”

“We don’t know how mad he was,” muttered Duke as he was dragged along the floors.

Jason picked up Steph as they walked past her in the dog section. “Not divorce mad, at least.”

Steph whined and kicked her legs against Jason’s chest. “I want a divorce from this family!”

“Not at all how that works,” said Jason.

“You need a job to be emancipated,” said Duke.

“I’m concerned that you know --,” Marinette cut herself off mid sentence and then made a quiet sound in the back of her throat that she was pretty sure was a squeal.

Damian was currently being swarmed by about twenty cats. He looked somewhat distressed, though only because he was having trouble petting them all with his two hands. His red hoodie was now covered in multicolored cat hair.

“Can we please get them?” Asked Damian when he had finally spotted them.

Hm…

“We can get one of them --.”

“Each,” said Steph, who had managed to squirm out of Jason’s grip and run to the cat pile.

Marinette hesitated. Man, she was weak. There was four kids all giving her the cutest pouts and she wasn’t able to say no to that.

She clicked her tongue and looked away. “Well, I guess Adrien still would be happier with a bunch of cats than a hamster…”

“NICE!”

“I still get to name one JJ, though, and teach it to run around in a hamster ball,” she muttered as she walked over and started sifting through the animals.

When she got home she was almost tempted to pull an Adrien and see how long she could hide all the cats for, but she was 99% sure he could talk to cats (Jason had once had an in-depth conversation with a turtle, she wasn’t eager to replicate the feat with a beetle). They’d probably snitch on her.

So she went and found him in their room, the four kids trailing behind them.

Then she glanced at Damian. “Hey, sweetie, you should go through first and just say that you weren’t allowed cats in the other dimension and you wanted to get them while you still could.”

Damian frowned. “But that’s lying.”

“Think of it as doing what you need to.”

His face hardened and then softened into the world’s cutest pout as he slowly opened the door and stepped inside, his cat (Pennyworth) held close to him.

“Uh…”

“We got cats!”

“Uh…”

“Please, can I keep them? My father wouldn’t let me have them and…”

Four hours later, she sat with her husband on the bed in one of the few moments of alone time they were ever allowed.

But, also, she had JJ with her and she wasn’t intending on letting him go anytime soon.

“I know you allowed them all to get cats without even trying to convince them otherwise. Pennyworth ratted you out.”

“Listen, you should have seen Damian. He was so cute, you wouldn’t have been able to resist, either.”

Adrien sighed and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close. “I’m beginning to think we should have gone with that manor my dad offered to buy all those years ago.”

“Is it still open?”

“What’s the point? We’ll have to move in a few years anyways.”

She groaned. “Fuck, I forgot about that.”

He gave a tiny laugh and buried his face in her neck. “Yeah, I don’t know how much longer we can get away with ‘model skincare routines are just like that’.”

She clicked her tongue, letting her fingers glide through his hair.

“... what if Damian’s dad can’t get here in time?”

“Finders keepers?”

She couldn’t see it but she knew Adrien was rolling his eyes.

“He’ll just have to get here in time,” said Marinette. She bit her lip and added a: “I’m sure he will.”

Despite being sure that Batman had to be trying his hardest to get here, years passed.

After all, dimension hopping is hard even when you know exactly where you’re going. Adrien and Marinette hadn’t even thought it really possible. Sure, they knew there were other dimensions and that it was possible to go between them, but targeting specific dimensions to travel to…?

So they weren’t exactly surprised when no guy named Bruce Wayne or Batman showed up to claim the kid.

That was fine. They could take care of a kid. (They’d done it before and, even if this one had a lot of social problems, this was nothing compared to taking care of a young Dick Grayson. At least this one stayed on the floor.)

What wasn’t fine that the kid was definitely not handling the fact that his father hadn’t found him yet well.

When they saw how distressed Damian was, they tried to fix the problem themselves.

Adrien had opened a pocket dimension and when, predictably, a portal opened to swallow Tim up they’d asked the people on the other side if they were missing a Robin. The people on the other side had looked at him weird and then pointed at a kid in an equally ghastly outfit as the one Damian had shown up in. So that was out of the question, it was opening new realities every time.

Marinette had asked all the kwamis, but it seemed that even gods are limited to their own realities. Something about upsetting a balance or whatever.

They had even granted immunity to any criminal that could get them to another reality, but if there were any they weren’t eager to make themselves known.

… so, yeah, that hadn’t worked the way they’d wanted it to.

They were at a loss of what to do.

They had to move soon, the questions about their appearance were becoming more and more common. People were beginning to speculate on how Adrien and Marinette had some weird inability to age, and were beginning to note that all the other people in their family had also seemingly stopped aging at around twenty. Could any skincare routine really be that good?

(No. Adrien knew for a fact that the answer was no. Any model knew the answer was no.)

And it wasn’t like they could just leave this child alone in the city. Sure, the kid knew self-defense, but there was a high chance of them asking for a social security number if he applied for a job…

After an unfortunate loss in a game of rock-paper-scissors, it was made Adrien’s job to break the news.

Adrien sighed and gently knocked on the wall next to the portal to Damian’s room.

“You may come in.”

He poked his head around carefully and sent an awkward wave to the kid.

Damian had been working out, it seemed, punching a punching bag. Adrien didn’t think that boded well for him, if he was being honest. Maybe he should come back another time --.

“What do you need?”

He winced internally and slowly crossed the room to sit on the bed. He patted the space behind him.

Damian clicked his tongue but did end up sitting down beside him.

“We need to talk about your options.”

“What options?”

“Whether you want to continue waiting for your dad to come get you or if you want to be part of our family…”

Damian frowned. “Why aren’t you going to stay?”

Adrien cringed a little bit. He might as well be blunt about it to make sure he got the point across. “Alright. Look at me.”

Damian nodded and looked him in the eyes.

“I’m almost fifty.”

The kid was not prepared if the way he reeled back in surprise was any indication.

“But you -- you --!”

“I know, that’s the problem. We can’t stay much longer before our secret identities aren’t as much of a secret anymore. We’re still planning to help Gotham, obviously, Tim can open portals to get us here, but… we all need to essentially go off the grid until everyone forgets what we look like...”

He got a frown. “But…”

“We won’t stop you from staying here. You’d need a job so we can emancipate you. We’ll still send you money and stuff when we can, of course, but that’s your option for staying here. We didn’t give you a miraculous, you age normally. You can live a normal life here until your dad picks you up…”

Damian nodded slowly. “And what’s the other option?”

“You move away with us. You can have a miraculous, if you want, and if not then that’s also fine but we won’t let you join in vigilantism unless you have one. If you don’t want to be a vigilante then we’ll pay for everything you need and support you in whatever you choose to do.”

“But I’d have to give up hoping that Batman would find me.”

Adrien winced and nodded.

Damian closed his eyes and rested his head on Adrien’s shoulder. “Why hasn’t he come yet?” He whispered, so quiet that he’d almost thought he’d imagined it.

“I’m sure he’s trying, Dami, it’s just not an easy thing to do.”

“Do you think he’ll ever get here?”

He sighed and shook his head. “I think if he was going to then he would have done it already.”

He felt a face bury itself in his shoulder and frowned when his shirtsleeve wettened. He hesitated. Did Damian want him to acknowledge it? Would it be bad for a temporary father figure to hug a child over the likely loss of their original father? He didn’t know.

“I’m sorry, Dami,” he murmured. “Do you want me to call Dick in here?”

“No…”

“Want me to leave?”

“No…”

He nodded slightly and drew the kid into a hug, resting his chin on top of Damian’s head. “Okay.”

“What if he doesn’t want me?” Damian sniffled.

Adrien closed his eyes. “Then, frankly, he’s stupid.”

He heard the kid laugh a little bit. “Yeah, he is a bit stupid.”

He didn’t answer, just pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

Marinette clicked her tongue and pointed at the whiteboard labelled ‘what to do about the crime thing’.

“More murder?” Offered Steph.

She rolled her eyes but wrote it down.

“More inconsistent patrols,” offered Duke. “So they have a harder time telling when we’ll catch them.”

She nodded thoughtfully and wrote it down.

Dick raised his hand. “Fix the court system.”

“Too much work,” she said, not even bothering to write it. “Not enough time.”

Tim didn’t even look up from his computer. “Get the social security numbers of every crime lord in Gotham and release them to the public. See what happens.”

She mumbled a “Alright, someone is losing computer privileges for the week…” She wrote down a reminder to do that in the corner.

“What if we…” Jason shrugged. “... become the major crime lords, rule over everyone, and shoot everyone who doesn’t fall in line. We wouldn’t be able to stop crime entirely but at least we’d get to choose what they’re doing.”

“That’s a lot of ground to cover.”

“Then we split into factions publicly. Give west side to Dad and Dickwad, Cass and Duke get the south, you and I can take the area around crime alley, and so on…”

Everyone looked at each other and then shrugged. Yeah. They’d tried everything else, why not?

~~~

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calypsoff2 · 3 years ago

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Seventy Six. Part 3

The waiter bought the bill over “the lady is paying” I pointed at her, the waiter laughed and gave her the bill “if I don’t pay he will wash the dishes for you” Robyn said, the waiter bowed his head and walked off smiling. Robyn opened the bill and looked at it, smiling at her. She looks so beautiful, like I am so happy she out here with me, I was so fearful that I would actually lose her, I couldn’t have lose her because if I did then I wouldn’t have been here myself. Grabbing my phone from the side, tapping on the camera and taking a picture of her quickly, she looks so content and beautiful “I forgot my card” Robyn looked up at me “oh you did, then you better go and wash them dishes my girl” tapping on Instagram “you would really let me do that, see I know you Chris you wouldn’t let me do that” I grinned, tapping on the picture “what are you up too?” Robyn asked “you will see soon” typing the caption out ‘I cherish the moment right now; my wife was in a hospital that neglected to care for her and nearly killed her. This moment is most pleasing to me, having a meal with my wife (you damn right she is paying lol) but on a real I cherish the ground she walks on, she gave me four children, she fought for the chance to have her son, which she nearly lost her life over. She deserves nothing but happiness and peace, I know the only thing she wants in life is to watch our kids grow now. I am one lucky man, and I want to say doesn’t my wife look beautiful? First outing in so long, she will probably be annoyed that I did this or get a little giddy but you are so strong Robyn, and we are so lucky to have you @badgalriri Twin’ pressing send on the message, I looked up smiling and her phone pinged, placing my phone down “Chris” she dragged out “Robyn” I retorted, tilting my head to the side “I swear to god” she looked down at her phone, I hope she likes it “by the time you read that I will need a another drink” I sighed out, she is quiet so she is reading. Sitting back in the chair, Robyn looked up at me “I love you poppa” her smile grew “you my twin for life, till the wheels fall off man” she needs to get it.

Smiling at Robyn as she got up from the chair “you want me to hold your bag?” I asked her “I got it” holding my hand out, placing my blunt between my lips getting it ready to smoke before I left “brother, aye” waving at the waiter, Robyn held my hand. Digging into my pocket “good looking out for us” holding out a hundred bill “oh thank you sir” he took it from me, winking at him as I walked out “you didn’t need to give him that, you trying to show me up with my tip” Robyn said behind me, I grinned as we walked out of the place. Rich is stood waiting for us; he held the door open as we walked out of the place. Turning to Robyn as I let her hand go, moving the blunt back from my lips and then leaned down and pressed my lips to hers, snaking my arms around her as she melted into me, her body loosened up, the kissing intensified, my tongue entering her mouth. Robyn pulled back “Chris” she said, pecking her lips still laughing. Squeezing her ass smirking “man, I want you so bad” I said against her lips “I know” pressing a long kiss against her lips moaning out against her lips “ok, let’s go, come” moving back from her “come, come. Let’s go” Pat is laughing “you enjoy that public display” he asked, I grinned “after you” moving back and letting Robyn sit in first, looking behind Robyn “you get that on camera? Send it me ok?” some people were just stood there recording “on a real bro, send it me. You know my insta” getting into the SUV.

Blowing the smoke out from my lips, looking over at Robyn “here” holding out the blunt to her “I know it’s been a while but you will be fine, help you loosen up” Robyn took the blunt from me “I have missed this though, like we used to have weed every day and night we used to have it” I smiled at her “I have a little something special for you to see” raising an eyebrow “is it a savage special” Robyn giggled before placing the blunt to her lips “I am excited to see it Robyn” looking out of the window “like I don’t care what you feeling, well I do of course but you feel like you ain’t good enough but you are, you are so worth it Robyn. I can’t wait to just have some good times with you, I have missed it. I know it’s always about the kids, but I want this time for us” looking over at Robyn, oh it’s hitting her already. She hasn’t had it in so long “yeah” she dragged out, I smiled a little. I am happy, I am happy it’s hitting her already. She needs to relax, resting her head back on the headrest “you good?” I asked her “yeah” she said again breathing out “your weed is strong” I chuckled “how I like it, you good though yeah? I love you” shuffling over to her “I love you too” Robyn looked at me, pressing a kiss to her lips and moving back, Robyn held the blunt to me. Placing my lips over the blunt, I think Robyn is loosening up, I like it. Turning to Robyn, gripping her mouth open, blowing the smoke into her mouth and then pressing a kiss to her lips.

I think that blunt did get to Robyn lowkey, she was very happy so it’s a good thing “speak to the kids, I will be back” Robyn stuffed the phone in my face “the kids” I said confused “yes dad” looking down at her phone “oh shit, y’all there on the phone” I laughed, I mean it’s the wrong time to be wanting me to speak to the kids because I am really out of it “dad why are you so close to the camera” Tianna said, looking over at Robyn “erm, I don’t know. Am I? Why ain’t ya’ll asleep?” it’s late “it’s only nine dad, we are going to sleep now. Why is your eyes red, just like mom” these kids be just talking, walking into the bedroom “I don’t know, it’s called being tired. How are you all anyways? Missing me” Robyn is in the bathroom “a little” Rylee said “now you are just lying to me, damn. Why is it nine there? We on the same time, you lying to me?” jumping on the bed “dad it’s nine” they are lying to me “is it?” I scrunched my face “let me see this man” Mel said, her face all in the camera “oh you high as shit, it’s called time difference Chris” I laughed, I am laughing and I don’t know what at, what is even funny “man” I sighed out, I am tired. The bathroom door opened, looking over at the door and laying onto my side seeing Robyn in a robe “oh hey” I smiled “me?” Mel said “not you, oh wait. Goodnight girls, bye” disconnecting the facetime “you want me to lay here, or sit up? Sit up?” Robyn giggled “I will sit up, hold on” getting off of the bed, placing the phone on the side table “let me take my watch off, and chains. Then we ready” sitting on the edge of the bed, taking my chain off “you are unbelievable” she said laughing “you are laughing, it’s a good sign” placing my watch on the side table too. Sitting back on my hands “ready when you are, let me see it” Robyn has got something goof under that, she got the lilac tights on, but that robe is hiding it. My eyes are locked onto Robyn, she undid her robe slowly, she let it drop onto floor finally. My eyes widened and my breathing hitched sitting forward on the bed “oh my god” her body looks amazing, like nothing ever happened “oh my god” she turned to the side, oh she got a garter on, oh my god “oh my god” placing my hands over my mouth “oh my god” getting up from the bed “holy shit, Robyn. You look insane, fuck me” I am shook, Robyn shyed away from me as I got closer to her “aye” my hand gripped her bare ass cheek and bought her into me “you look amazing, you really do” she is so fucking sexy, I want to fuck her so bad, I want some nasty ass sex.

Chris’ hands travelled across my back until they reached my waist. Wrapping his hands around my midsection, Chris is impressed by my body and that alone has made my night, the reaction alone let me know he is impressed, he’s still turned on by me. He pulled me into him, he nudged my legs apart with his knee. His fingers dipped and slid across my wet slit, earning a stutter and a whimper from me. It’s been so long, do I mention condom, will that ruin the moment, maybe I should just not say a thing, it will ruin the moment if I do. Pulling my panties to the side, Chris pressed his fingers against me, and I spread my legs further. Looking up at Chris, I didn’t even realise that my hand is gripping his top like that, my knuckles are white, let me loosen that up, my hand did that on its own, I should do something. My own hands moved down to his jeans, Chris is watching me intently and I must do something then stand here. My fingers fumbled around with the leather strap wrapped around his waist until I was able to unbuckle his belt and snap his pants loose. His jeans slipped slightly down his waist, falling enough for me to sneak my hands between the elastic band of his boxers and gripped his length. Looking up at him, moaning softly. He leaned down to me, pressing his lips against my lips, I felt him continue to grow in my hand.

Chris’ tongue is still pressed against my tonsils, over dominating me and swallowing each moan that gathered in my mouth. I continued to massage his length, running my fingers over the veins that were pulsating. Moving his pants out of my way, I tugged his boxers down far enough to pull out his member. Removing his fingers, he held my panties to the side, and he aligned the head of his dick to my opening. Chris isn’t even waiting to get to the bed, he is wanting sex and he is wanting it now “man I can feel your heat” he mumbled, moving my hand away he placed his length to slide in and cause enough friction against my slick walls. Seeing him clench his jaw, he really does find me sexually attractive, like he really just finds me sexy, he really does. Pressing me up against the wall he finally positioned inside of me. He pushed my legs even further apart, grabbing the nape of his neck I pulled him towards me, and I rocked my hips forward to the rhythm he set “oh my god” he said in my ear. His forehead fell against my shoulder as he buried himself deep inside of me. He didn’t even bother to take anything off, panties just set aside, and he drove into me, thumping my back against the wall. Placing frantic kisses along the side of my neck, I tossed my head to the side, my hair falling away from my neck, giving his lips more skin to touch.

Inhaling deeply, I slipped my hands underneath his top and my finger nails dug into his back. My head flew back when he cupped my thighs and spread my legs wider, just before scooping me up and pushing into me even harder “shit!” I said through gritted teeth, my body shuddered, and I clenched my eyes shut. I can feel every inch of him inside of me, I couldn’t help but scream out, it’s been so long. My essence dripped around him as my walls pulled him in deeper “fuck Robyn!” He grunted and pulled back. Thrusting into me and froze, my eyes widened, and he just looked at me “no way” he ain’t just cum “really?” I said in shock, Chris’ cheeks blushed “we just started” I said “look, I just. I can’t hold it in” he is disappointed, and my mouth is hung open “not you being a minute man” I chuckled “you feel so good and it’s been so long, I got excited” he laughed “my pussy that good” I feel proud of myself “nigga shut up” he put me down laughing, he slipped out of me and set me down. His dick still stood pointed at attention. Sweat dripped down his face as his chest rose up and down. He isn’t done at all “I told you, this is what you do to me” Only the sound of our heavy breathing filled the room while we stood staring into each other’s eyes. Chris moved and stepped out of his pants which had dropped and gathered around his ankles.

I sat on my knees in front of the bed, grabbing Robyn’ thighs until her centre was only a breath away from my face. Draping one of her legs over my shoulder, I pushed her other leg back completely until it was almost touching her stomach. Kissing her clit, I spread the lips of her sex and parted my mouth. Placing open mouth kisses against her sensitive bud before running my tongue back and forth across her. Robyn grabbed her thigh, her fingernails cutting into her skin when I stroked my tongue deep inside of her. "Oh..F-" She cried out, my name never leaving her mouth. My tongue is everywhere, flickering hard, flickering fast where ever I could place it. Inside her, around her, against her, I stuck my tongue where ever there was flesh. It was as if someone took a spoonful of heaven and poured it into my mouth. I am sucking and licking my way around her pussy, I needed to taste it all. Every experience I have between her thighs was different. I didn't know how she managed to do it, but each time was better than the last. Finding the sounds she made above me to be so sexy, so much so that I began moaning myself, my tongue vibrating against Robyn’ clit, sending shivers through her. With her head rolled back, and her body arched completely off the bed, Robyn gripped my head, not sure if she wanted to push me away or pull me in closer. Her mouth open wide, not a single sound left from Robyn, her breathing stopped for a moment and I could feel trembles forming deep down inside of her gut and rolling through her. I continued to feast between her thighs with hunger, I could never have enough. I pushed and pushed until Robyn lost control and withered around me, her orgasm bursting out of her, her legs wanting to close but refuse to let her do it, she can ride this out in my mouth “oh my god!” Robyn shouted out, I can feel her grip on my head, she is about to claw the hell out of me so let me step back, I moved back with the biggest smirk on my face as she cried out, she is a mess.

Lighting my blunt still laughing, I want to give Robyn a little break “see” moving my blunt back “see what you do to me, made me cum early and then this, you ain’t need to worry about anything” holding the blunt out to her “I am giving you a moment to gather yourself” Robyn is still reeling in from some head “thanks” she took it from me, turning around and the mirror caught my attention, looking back at Robyn and then the mirror, I have an idea “you good?” I asked “yeah, that really was something, I am speechless” I sniggered “the night is young Robyn, we have so much more to do. And I have a little idea” I grinned, Robyn got up from the bed “your body looks amazing Robyn, I am honestly so happy for you, for me too because I get my wife back, I know how much that really got to you, but look at you. Getting your confidence back” my smile grew “thanks to you though” pressing a kiss to her forehead “finish the blunt, we got something to test, we going to fuck that confidence back into you” Robyn giggled, she is so fine. Placing my arm behind and then gripping her bare butt, she turned her head and pressed a kiss to my chest “come here” taking the blunt from her, we need to get my idea done now.

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sophialikesthings · 3 years ago

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Death Of Me Chapter 5

Not my Gif! Creds to :Winterxbird

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CHAPTER WARNINGS: underage drinking and depiction of violence, drug use

Song:Can I Call You Tonight?- Dayglow

I groaned putting on my earring when I heard a knock at my door

"God I've missed you." Rafe leaned against my doorway hands in his suit pocket.

"Its been 72 hours Rafe," I turned around.

"72 hours too long I'm having withdrawal symptoms of you not kissing me and hugging me." He wrapped his arms around me kissing my neck and behind my ear. "And other things." I felt him smile.

"If you give me a hickey my dad will actually kill you." I turned around to be greeted with his lips again.

"You look stunning love that ring around your neck makes me go crazy." He whispered in my ear.

"I'm still mad at you. If you keep pulling shit like that. Ill take another step towards walk away"

"I won't Demi, I promise I couldn't live with myself if I lost you." He held my hands.

***"In that case" I shut my door and locked it.

"I don't think I have any condoms on me?" He looked in his wallet.

"It's fine I'm on the pill" I took my shoes off.

***

"Demi, Mom and Dad say we have to go!" Topper knocked on my door.

"God Topper you are such a cock blocker." I groaned picking up my dress.

I fixed my hair and touched up my lipstick and headed downstairs so we could head to the party.

"Aren't you excited to announce the engagement tonight!" My mother clapped.

"Not engaged mom, they call it a courtship." I grabbed my coat.

"Still it is exciting to merge the two most powerful families on the island."

===

"Demitria, darling it is so nice to see you!" Rose hugged me.

"Rafe told us about the courtship, and we couldn't be happier for you both!" Ward walked over.

"Thank you so much I am excited to take the next step with your son."

"Well we should line up to make our entrance, Demi please join us this year." Rose insisted.

Rafe held my hand waiting for the signal to walk out.

We walked out hand in hand while the crowd clapped for us

"I love you." Rafe whispered in my ear.

"We should go talk to people." I smiled.

"You do that, I am going to go hang out with the boys."

" Okay"

===

I saw JJ walk in and my heart started pounding. I waited till he was somewhere a little more private and I went to talk to him

"Oh my God I was so worried!" I immediately hugged him

" I thought I'd never see you again and I couldn't have that being my fault."

"Yeah my dad, bailed me out." He finally relaxed into the hug.

"JJ table 4." Someone yelled.

"Meet me at the lighthouse at 11:00 ok?" I asked

He smiled and nodded.

"Demi you must come here!" Rose motioned me over.

"Let us see it!" She squealed.

"Its a princess cut 3 carat diamond with two .5 diamond stones on the sides and a sterling silver frame." Rafe came up from behind me hugging me

"Look at them Cecilia they can't keep their hands off each other!" Rose admired us.

===

I was talking to taylor in the hallway outside the bathroom before JJ came running past us rafe and his friends not far behind.

"For fucks sake." I kicked the door open because someone was holding it shut.

"Kelce stop it." I walked up to rafe.

I noticed white powder on the tip of his nose.

"are you joking! You're high right now!" I screamed.

"Well yea." He laughed as if it is no big deal

"Five against one isn't fair"

Rafe got ready to punch him

"Rafe I swear if you hit him I'm done!" I stopped him

"Gentle men!" A security guard came in the restroom.

As JJ was talking to him rafe pulled me aside.

"Why do you care so much about him?"

"Not now!"

I followed JJ outside watching him get escorted out.

Suddenly Rafe grabbed my hand and pulled me up on stage. everyone's eyes were on us including JJ's

"I have an announcement!" Rafe took the mic.

"Now!"

"A couple days ago I asked a very important person a very important question, I asked Demitria Jane Thornton to accept this ring, the one around her neck as a promise, as a promise to love each other no matter what ,and that one day we will spend the rest of our lives together." He made direct eye contact with JJ.

The crowd erupted into cheers and whistles. Rafe pulled me into an overbearing hug.

I checked my phone and the time was 10:30.

"I think I am going to head out, I guess I'll see you tomorrow." I said my goodbyes

===

JJ stood waiting for my by my car arms crossed as if he was a bad boy in a movie.

"Creepy how you know which car is mine." I laughed taking off my flower crown.

"What can I say you're intriguing."

"Shall we?" He offered his hand for me to take.

I just laughed and ran towards the beach.

===

"So what is this whole deal with Rafe?" JJ asked.

"Basically Families like mine and Families like the Camerons agree that when their kids grow up they will 'Unify Families' making each other stronger by combining the family into one. Its like a giant pyramid scheme. It is so stupid!" I groaned.

"Like my mom was a part of the Caswell Family." I got cut off.

"Wait like the State Bank? Caswell Banks of North Carolina" JJ stopped in his tracks.

"Yea and grandpa thornton the judge was assigned to the Caswell case because my other grandpa was committing tax fraud. So in fear of going to jail my grandpa set up my mom with my dad hoping that my moms future fortune coming into the Thornton family would sway his decision. Make sense?" I explained my families complicated love story.

"Oh so like you scratch my back, I'll scratch yours." He narrowed it down.

"Exactly, with all the sketchy shit Wards been doing he came over and set Rafe up with me so my Dad wouldn't do anything about it."

===

"Hey! Your grandpa still owns the bank?" John B ran up to us.

"Yea why?"

"They took over possesion of the house on tanny hill?" He was out of breath

"I-I-I think so."

"JJ, she can help us get in." John B looked at JJ.

They explained the plan and what was going on and I was intrigued as to how this would all play out.

"Ok I'm in." I nodded.

"Praise the lord this just made so many things easier." JJ Held his arms in the sky.

===

JJ and I just sat under a tree near the lighthouse.

suddenly I see toppers jeep pull up a wasted topper driving and a wasted Rafe and Kelce as the passengers.

"Go!" I got up and hid behind the tree JJ soon to follow.

"What is he doing?"

Topper made his way up the stairs to where Sarah and John B were.

I could see them but not hear anything. Topper was a yelling mess and a scared Sarah.

"He is going to hurt him!" I tried to get out from our hiding place JJ just pulled me back in.

"What are you doing are you crazy? Rafe is right there."

"He is too wasted to tell is lefts from his rights." I tried to reason with JJ into letting me go.

Suddenly Topper pushed John B.

"John B!" JJ ran to his side.

Topper came running down the stairs after Sarah and saw me.

"Demi y-you can't tell mom, please!" He begged.

"Help!" Sarah yelled. Kiara and Pope ran from JOhn B's van and helped get him settled into the back.

"Demi come on." Topper started to walk away.

I ignored him.

"Go, I'll see you tomorrow." JJ reassured me.

"I don't wanna go." I cried.

"Look at me. you have to, I'll call you later." JJ walked over to me.

"I'm sorry." I cried as I ran over to topper

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UNEDITED PLEASE EXCUSE MISTAKES ===

A/N: Demi and Rafe are supposed to be in A toxic relationship.

Signs of a toxic relationship include

Lack of support. ...Toxic communication. ...Jealousy. ...Controlling behaviors. ...Resentment. ...Dishonesty. ...Patterns of disrespect. ...A Willingness to go back even though you know you will get hurt again...

If you or anyone you know are in a toxic relationship please reach out for help.

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forthehpfanboys · 4 years ago

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Calling It Even

Pair: Ron Weasley x Reader; he/him.

Summary: You just moved 'across the pond' from Ilvermorny to Hogwarts, but before you actually moved you'd made a friend! Well, two and you just so happen to bump into them at the Leaky Couldren!

Warnings: Swearing, Slightly Suggestive (Ron's raging hormones™).

Note: Hi! This is my first time writing and posting a fic in a few years, so I'm sorry for spelling errors or stupid mistakes! It'll get better as I rewarm my.. Writing.. Muscles? Anyway, Thank you for reading! Let me now if this is good and enjoy!

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Moving from the US to Britain was just as stressful as you figured it would be, but going from Ilvermorny to Hogwarts felt like an actual asteroid was thrown into your world. You had to leave behind your friends, close relatives and of course your home, then you had a whole new school to deal with on top of that. Different houses, different teachers, different classes and the rules. Merlin's beard, were the rules different. You can distinctly remember bombarding your guardian with question after question. You were still surprised you got to carry your wand around with you outside of school! Of course the actual moving process had taken its toll on your guardians, and they knew what it was doing to you. You were tired, emotionally, physically- Godric, did you need a break before school started.

You would be starting your fifth year when summer ended, and that was in a few weeks or so. This should’ve given you the time to gather up the books, potion supplies and robes needed, maybe even find some friends your age, but you had other plans, apparently. You had spent the entire summer huddled over their desk waiting for an owl to return with a response letter and avoiding the cluttered shopping strip. You didn’t wanna tackle getting lost and missing a response from your favorite redheads. Now, your headmaster at Ilvermorny had recommended you create a quill-pal at Hogwarts so it felt less chaotic when you arrived, but you ended up finding two that were the pure embodiment of chaos.

So, technically, you did end up making friends with the program, just not what you expected. Each letter was seemingly cut in half, one with orange ink, one with purple. In said response, you learned the orange was usually Fred and purple was usually Georges. In said letters, you learned they are two years older than you, live in what they call a ‘Burrow’ and owning their own shop was definitely wrapped in their future. You spent a solid year getting to know the Infamously Famous,Charming and Totally Destructive personality of the Weasley Twins. Honestly, you seriously looked forward to seeing them in person, even if it was their last year. You three managed to get along like you’d known each other their entire lives. Best part is they promised to find you on the first day and show you around!

You remember Fred mentioning their roles on the Quidditch team and George saying something about pranks with fireworks and you knew. Oh, you knew the three of you would cause chaos and you were so excited. The red-headed duo also promised they’d introduce you to their friends and their extensive family. Fred had brought up having a younger brother your age and judging from the cluttered moving photo they sent you, he was awkward but in the best way. You managed to remember the names of the red-headed family members only because of the scribbled writing on said photo pointing out who was who. But for whatever reason, the youngest Weasley son always manages to be the first one you notice yourself staring at. He was genuinely really cute. Blue eyes, freckles, red hair, absolutely adorable- Ok. So you may have a crush on him without even knowing him but you can not blame yourself. The twins told you stories about the younger redhead and he only got cuter as time went on, but I’m getting ahead of myself, aren’t I?

Currently, you are walking down Diagon Alley. Not only did you need a break from unpacking, sorting and waiting for the Weasley's owl to return, but you also needed to restock on quills. Yup. Of all things, quills. (P/n) has this terrible chewing habit and adores the flavor of quills, or so you guess. You loved the rascal to bits, but damn, they ate the feathers like they drank water. Your guardian said they would finish unpacking the very few boxes your family were collectively avoiding while you went shopping down the popular alley. Oh! And speaking of water, you glanced up from the cobblestone pathway and noted the Leaky Cauldron sign hanging a few shops down. You’d heard stories of how comfortable the atmosphere of the little restaurant had been from the Weasleys and you couldn’t help but overhear wizards and witches around you chatting it up about possibly getting a butterbeer. You decided, why not? Could spare a few coins to buy the golden drink or maybe just a water. It was, like, 90 degrees outside and the cluttered path way didn’t help the soft summer breeze flow through at all.

You gently nudged your way through the bustling crowd of wizards and witches and pushed open the creaky old door. The smell of sweetness and smoke hit your noise as you stepped in, your eyes briefly wandering over the crowd, looking for an empty table. Once you spotted a table for two in the corner, you gently shuffled past crowded tables and rushed waiters apologizing as you went by. Finally sitting down at the small table, you let out a relieved sigh, not noticing a set of eyes following your every movement. Your eyes easily wandered around the shop but landed on piercing blue across the small restaurant. You immediately snapped your gaze to the fire pit and walls, choosing to avoid the gaze until a server walked over. You were tracing the gray, worn down bricks of the wall right next to you when an older woman in a simple uniform walked over the table.

“Good evenin, love. What can I get you?” she casted a bright smile your way, her hands in the small pocket of her apron as she waited for a response.

“Just a butterbeer, please.” You managed to stutter out, sending her a shy smile back. She nodded her head and headed off to another table after putting in your order.

Once she left, your eyes met a set of blue eyes once again. The longer you looked, the more you thought they were formilair, but you turned away, choosing not to dwell on anything besides the table that was placed in front of you. You were so busy tracing the grooves in the old wooden table, you didn’t notice the owner of the blue eyes nudge the red-head next to him and point in your direction. What finally brought you out of the tracing trance was a glass mug filled with liquid golden and soft foam slide toward you, followed by the sound of chairs scraping the old wooden floor and a distinct female voice calling out “where are you two going now?” Your hands wrapped around the glass and just before you could bring it to your lips, two people moving toward the table got your attention. You turned to look up and almost choked on air, your chest shaking as you coughed causing your mug to nearly empty all over the table. You didn’t even have time to fully register who was advancing closer because the warm drink was flowing off the table and onto your new shirt.

“Shit-!” You grumbled down at the spilt mess. Feeling the heat rush to your cheeks, you placed the mug down hoping to save what was left in it as you grabbed napkins.

“Now, I knew we shocked people, but I had no idea we had this kind of effect, Georgie.” Fred spoke and took up the seat across from you, causing his twin to let out a snort. Your head shot up at the sound of the British accent. He'd managed to effectively put a stop to you drying up the mess with one sentence. Fred grabbed a few to help wipe down the table, but was far more focused on your reaction. Your eyes snapped over to George as he leaned on the back of his brother's chair and flickered between the two freckle covered idiots. You made a mental note of who was who.

“Do you always sneak up on your victims or do you introduce yourselves like normal people?” You scoffed out, a smile growing on your face as you awkwardly piled up the useless napkins.

“We only sneak up on people we’ve been friends with for years and finally get to meet.” George spoke, sass laced in his voice.

“Oh please. It’s been like 1 year.” You rolled your eyes, reaching for your cup again and taking a small sip.

“And I don’t think we got an anniversary gift from you, love. I believe you owe us an apology. Missing our 1 year anniversary like that.” Fred spoke, a hand going to his chest in fake shock as George just tsked and shook his head responding with his own ”Shame, really.”

You let out your own soft laugh and raised an eyebrow. “Oh, I'm sorry.” You spoke setting your glass down again, sarcasm dripping from you as you crossed your arms over the table and leaned forward. “I didn’t realize I got something from you two for our ‘one year anniversary’.” You used air quotes, outlining the obvious.

“Godric, it’s so good to meet someone who finally matches our sass level.” Fred smiled at you. “But how did you not see us?” he used his thumb to point at a table behind him, almost taking out George's eye.

“Oi. Watch it.” the ever so slightly younger twin shoved the hand in his face away.

“Well, obviously, I didn’t expect you to run into you guys here.” You spoke, finishing the little amount of what was left of the butterbeer. After wiping your mouth on your sleeve, you shot the two a playful glare. “You owe me a drink.”

“Or you can meet Ickle Ronniekins and we can call it even.”

“That doesn’t even come close to equal.” You whined, sitting back in your chair, your head hitting the wall behind you a little too sharply. As much as you wanted to meet the younger bro, you were nervous. You may have let it slip out to the brothers that you desperately wanted to get to know Ron, but what if he didn't like you?

It didn't matter what you thought. You didn’t have a choice because the two may or may not have shipped you two, but that’s for them to know and for you to never, ever, ever find out. The twins let out a laugh at your demise and both stood up, one grabbing the empty mug and the other practically dragging you out of your cozy corner.

“I say it’s fair.” George spoke, following the older redhead who was almost quit literally dragging you by the arm. The two idiots led you to a table in the middle, where it was borderline empty besides 3 people sitting, all chatting to themselves. The chatting came to a stop when George set your mug down in the middle and Fred forced you to sit across from another redhead, who you quickly recognized.

“Um, Fred..” The witch next to Ron spoke up just as Fred sat to your left and George to your right. “Who is this?”

“This, Granger, is our quill-pal, (Y/n). He comes from America and just transferred over. Good old quill-pal (Y/n), meet Hermione Granger, Harry Potter, and our own little Ickle Ronniekins.” Fred pointed to each witch and wizard, pointing them out so you could put names to faces. The nickname caused Ron to groan out a ‘shod off, Fred’, to which the older brother just snickered.

“Oh, hi! I’ve heard alot about you guys.” You smiled, casting them a small wave. Your accent, to them, was very interesting. It was so different from what they were used to, which definitely wasn’t a bad thing. They actually thought it fit you really well.

“Well, (y/n), it’s great to meet you.” Harry spoke up, a smile replacing the confused expression he once held. He was just relieved you weren’t asking for an autograph or constantly shaking his hand. It was refreshing.

“Likewise!” You flashed a smile to the messy raven haired dude before stretching back in your chair, head turning, trying to avoid the twins in his view to find a waitress. You gave up on searching when the twins purposefully blocked your view and Ron cleared his throat.

“Wait.. This is (y/n)? The bloak you guys don’t shut up about?” Ron pointed at you, almost as if accusing you of causing him pain. The twins nodded their heads, in sync, while landing a kick to both of his legs. “Ow-! I'm just asking!” he rubbed his bruised shins and rested his chin on the table so he could shoot them a glare. “Arse holes.” He grumbled. The twins gave him a sort of look that meant ‘shut up or we will not hesitate to strike again’ and honestly, Ron felt a tiny bit of fear enter his soul and his glare dropped.

“Aww! Did you two really mention me that much? I’m flattered, boys!” A confident smirk stretched across your face as the twins blushed ever so slightly, George a little redder than Fred.

“No.” They countered.

“Yes.” Ron groaned out, wanting revenge for the kicks. ”Merlin. They’d go on and on about how cool you were. ‘Ma, he said he plays Quidditch, too! Can we get the booms out?’, ‘His favorite color is (f/c) and his favorite animal is (f/a)! We should work on (f/c) (f/a) fireworks for him!’. My family officially knows more about you than I know about the Chudley Cannons.” He ran his right hand through his hair and his left waved around as he spoke. You couldn’t help but snicker. “It’s been actual hell. I’m just glad you're here so they can shut up.”

Harry nudged his best friend in the side before speaking. “Hey, be nice, This is probably their first crush!” The comment caused Hermione to almost snort butterbeer, Ron let out a very loud laugh and you to high five Harry meanwhile the twins turned redder than their quidditch uniforms.

“Oi, Potter. I will burn your broomstick.” Fred threatened, pointing at the boy who lived.

“Aw come on Freddie, be nice. It isn’t their fault you gave them the material for this. Relax, bud.” You shoved his hand away.

George took your mug and slid it out of your reach and to the end of the table. “Well, we were gonna buy you another drink, but since you're being an arse, you're not getting a sickle from us.” George turned to you and stuck out his tongue.

The simple banter continued as the 6 of you sat in front of the simple fireplace, laughter filling the little stone eatery. You had known the group in person for about 15 minutes and you already fit in like a puzzle piece. After a few more butter beers and another 15 minutes later, the 6 of you had decided to go on the hunt for some goodies, so you all paid for the drinks and led the cluttered restaurant. Fred and George started off leading the group, but got sidetracked at Zonko’s. Hermione had practically dragged Harry off into Flourish and Blotts when he mentioned not having his school supplies. That left you and Ron alone to get to know eachother better.

“So, what’s Ilvermorny like?” He asked, his hands in his pockets as he walked beside you.

“Well.. " you hesitated."Definitely different, if what Fred and George said was true. We don’t have a sorting hat, instead statues would pick who they want. It’s a whole history thing. Everyone's robes are blue and this reddish color, so i'm excited for a change! And jeez, the wand rules. They're, at least, 10 times stricter than here. I had to get sorted before I could even hold a wand and Ilvermony students can’t legally have wands until their 17. Bullshit if you ask me.” You scoffed. “I was put in Wampus. I guess that's a cool thing.” This caused Ron to let out a snort and a cackling laugh.

“I’m sorry- you got put in what??” He turned to you, a huge smile on his lips.

“A-A wampus?” You spoke, hoping he’d ignore the stutter. You ended up staring at his smiling face, making a promise to make him laugh whenever it was physically possible. It was so perfect.

“Aaaanndd that is what, exactly?” The redhead's smile turned into a small smirk as he responded. “Is it like- like a creature or a plant? It sounds like a plant-”

“How on earth does Wampus sound like a plant??” You looked at him with a confused expression. Your arm shot out to punch his bicep lightly. “Of course it’s a creature, Ronald!”

You went on to explain all about what a wampus was, however, Ron was no longer listening. He was slowly drifting toward the quidditch shop, his jaw practically on the floor. He pressed his freckled covered hands to the glass window of the shop.

“You really must be yanking my wand! Do you see this?!” The redhead was drooling over a brand new broom. The little plastic sign next to the window model read ‘Firebolt Y.5’

“Oh my go-Is that-” You stood next to him, a look of shock. “How did I walk past this shop and NOT see this??” You grabbed his arm and whisked him away from the window, bringing him into the shop. Quidditch, of course, was your favorite sport. You were even on the Wampus quidditch team! You played a seeker and you loved to believe you were the best! “Oh my god, yes. If I had this across the pond” you spoke while pointing at the brooms hanging on the walls, "I'd be the best damn seeker in Ilvermorny history!” You all but squealed out.

While you were ranting about the possibilities of owning this bad boy, Ron was noticing something. He was noticing, since you grabbed his arm, he wanted to hold your hand. He was noticing how your eyes lit up while you were talking about destroying other teams on the fields and how big your smile was and how cute- Cute. Cute?

Wait.

Hold on. Cute? You? He thought he thought Hermione was cute? But now, now it was you. You suddenly clouded his mind and he'd only know you for less than an hour? He blamed his hormones.. Or maybe it was the way your eyes were sparkling so much more when compared to the photo you sent his brothers. Or your stupid perfect hair was so perfect even if it was a mess from constantly running your fingers through it. Every freckle, every mole, every dimple on your skin, he wanted to memorize it all. Suddenly, you turned to him, the smile wider than before. Shit, you were waiting for a response, but he was too wrapped up in how perfect you were for him to think straight.

“WhUt?” His voice cracked as he basically shouted at you. His face turned pink with embarrassment, but it transformed into a color to rival the Gryffindor red he usually sported during the school year. The poor git basically melted into a puddle when he heard you let out a giggle.

“I was asking if you wanted to split the cost! Fred and George told me when Harry got his Firebolt, but I bet it’s nothing compared to this baby. We could split it!” You were basically jumping up and down.

Ron blinked a few times, his brain trying to process everything. “Split?”

“Yes, Ronnie. Split.” You giggled, wrapping your arm around his shoulder, pulling him closer to your side.

“Ronnie split.” He muttered without realizing it. “OH! Oh- The broom! Split the broom! Cost! Right!” he ran a hand through his hair, his entire face felt hot. Ron was sure his face was blending in with his red locks. “I-I can check! With Fred and George and- and we see?” He squeaked, noticing how close he was to you. He audibly gulped, his tongue poking out to lick his suddenly dry lips.

“Cool! We could all share it!” You reached into your pocket, pulling out all the coins nestled in your pocket. As you counted over the coins, the only words that stuck in Ron’s head were ‘we’ ‘share’ and he could basically hear sirens going off. You’d already gotten to know his older brothers. What if you already liked one? Or both? He didn’t even know if you were single.

“Ah- Well i'm sure we can just handle it. Just the two of us.” He clapped his hands together, choosing not to think of how much attention the noise brought him. You looked at him with a confused expression but let it be with a shrug.

“If you say so, Ronnie.” You smiled, shaking your head. You had no idea the redhead was avoiding the idea of his brothers sharing you instead of the broomstick.”Iiisss there a reason you don’t wanna share?” You asked as you shoved your hands in your pockets, putting the coins away. You missed Ron's face turning bright red as you gazed on at the Chudley Cannons merchandise hanging off the walls.

“I-I’m just sick of sharing with my siblings, y-ya know?” His voice cracked as he spoke, but he tried to cover it up with a cough. “Um.. I do have a lot of older brothers, so hand-me-downs are really all I get-”

“Oooh, right. Right. That’s fair.” you looked down at your feet. You forgot. Gerd and Feorge didn't throw it in your face, but they did mention when money got tight and how they planned on opening a joke shop and how they told their products to kids for extra cash. You should've remembered. You cleared your throat, your eyes darting to him, to the door back to him. Desperate for a way to change the atmosphere, you offered leaving the store. "Honeydukes?” you asked way too loudly in the small shop. ”Wanna.. Go to Honeydukes?" You cleared your throat into your hand. Ron couldn't have agreed fast enough.

The two of you walked out of the store, making small, awkward talk as you continued your stroll across the stoley path. When you came up to Honeydukes Ron, to your surprise, hurried to the door and held it open for you. As you walked in, he did a playful bow as if you were royalty. It brought a smile to your face and things fell into the rhythm from before.

"I'm not too keen on pumpkin pasties, but I do love chocolate frogs. When I was a kid, I dreamed of being put on one of the cards, but that kinda faded. I’m thinking maybe a famous quidditch player? Not quite sure yet." You rambled as Ron grabbed what someone might consider way too much of the chocolate treat. He would call that someone insane and double the batch. While he was literally filling his arms with the small boxes, you were busy looking at the candy wands, your mouth practically drooling at the idea of sweets. "We don't have a lot of this across the pond." you muttered to yourself as you reached across a table to grab a few different boxes of candy you've never tried before, one being Bertie Bott’s Everything Flavored Beans.

"Really? What are you used to?" Ron spoke up behind you, his eyes going from the candy resting in your hands to your forearm. The redhead found his eyes trailing up and landing on your bicep, causing his mind to wonder and basically dive head first into the gutter.

"Well, we had candies like Skittling Soot Poppers. They're these dark chocolate little balls that pop in your mouth once the chocolate melts. It's so cool! If you put one in your mouth and keep it open, sparks will come out. All kinds of colors, too." you smiled, remembering staying up far too late into the night with your Wumpas housemates and munching away. "Oh! And these little cakes called Twinkles. They would glitter like gold in the moonlight, but turn silver in the sun. They always taste like vanilla and cream."

Ron gulped. We all know what he's thinking at this point. He'd love to try some cream, and not the filling of the Twinkles, if ya catch my drift. He blinked out of a fantasy and shook his head. Bad Ronald. He scolded himself, but was yeeted out of his head when he heard you laugh.

"What? What's so funny?" his head tilted like a confused puppy, one of the chocolate frogs falling from the top of the pile and landing with a soft thud. As you bent down to pick up the box for him, you answered his question.

"Nothing, you're just being cute." you set the chocolate frog box on top of his pile and began down the aisle way.

"W.. Wait, really?!"

His response brought a snort out of you. He sounded so excited it made your heart jump. "I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it, Ronnie. Godric, even that was cute." You spoke as you turned the corner and headed down a new aisle. Your eyes scanned along the other treats laid out on the shelves while your hand grabbed a few sugar quills. “Ok, I think we got enough now. What do ya think?” You turned to where you thought he was, but your view lacked the pale freckled boy. “Ron?” Your voice carried through the store. “Ronnie?” You called out again as you went to the last aisle you saw him at. When your head popped around the corner you were met with a sight you thought was kodiak worthy.

There he was, bright red in the face, bright wide blue eyes standing out against his red skin, mouth hanging open and every chocolate frog box laying at his feet. You broke him. How the hell did he manage to get cuter?

“Ron?” Your legs moved without you even demanding them too and soon you stood in front of him. Has he even blinked? Is.. Is he ok? Shifting the candies in your arms, you managed to free a hand to gently close his mouth. “Hello? Are the lights on inside?”

“You said I was cute.” You were lucky you heard him over the crowded shop.

“Yes, Red.” You spoke, a giggle escaping your lips. “We established this already.” You shook your head, but it was halted when his blue eyes finally landed on your own, causing a heat to spread to your ears.

“Yeah.. But what KIND of cute?”

“Kind? What?”

“There are different kinds. Like am I cute like a crup or am I.. Am.. Like am I romantic-” He froze again when you leaned over and kissed his cheek, hopefully answering his question. You chose to ignore the grumpy customers trying to fit down the aisle and, instead, rested your hand on his hand. You would’ve held it but the stupid boxes of cursed choco frogos where in the way. “I hope that was ok.” You, also, chose to ignore his tiny, squeaky ‘bloody hell’ and dragged him to the counter.

“Ya know, when your brothers told me about you, I couldn’t get you out of my head.” You confessed, laying all the candy out on the counter and turned to him again. His blush had died down and he wasn’t as jumpy or frozen. Ron followed suit and dumped the boxes onto the counter and immediately whipped his hands on his jeans.

“I-I was glad I got to hear about you everyday.” He smiled, rubbing the back of his neck as he stared down at his shoes. “I um- I wanted to write, but uh, thought it would be weird.” He didn’t turn to look at you but his crystal blue eyes bounced between you, the candy and the glass counter in front of him. “A-and I’d love to get to know you more. And m.. Maybe do this again? Just you and me? Again?”

Your face almost split in two as you felt Ron’s hand brush against yours.. “I would absolutely adore to do this again, Ronnie.” He intertwined his fingers with yours, his blush coming back easily, causing you to let out a chuckle. While you did end up paying for most of the candy and forgetting about the quills, you managed to leave hand in hand with the red haired Chudley Cannon loving dork. Of course this caused the twins to tease you relentlessly about falling so hard for their baby brother. Hell, they even made a lame song, something about ‘Ronnie I love you’ and ‘when we’re apart my heart beats only for you’. It literally never stopped. In fact it got worse as time went on, especially when you were sorted into Gryffindor once school started.

Oh, but was so worth it.

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palbabor-writes · 4 years ago

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can I have a shoto todoroki x reader where the reader is giving him the silent treatment for some reason (he hurt her feelings on accident or forgot something important, like a date or something, whatever you come up with (: ) and he’s freaking out about it wondering what he did wrong? tysm 😌

hello, hello! apologies for making you wait so long, but at long last, here is poor Shōto, trying his best to work his way through this unfortunate predicament he’s landed himself in.

warnings: none, rated o for oblivious

You’d been a little quiet lately.

But, on the whole, that wasn’t too unusual. Everyone needs time to themselves, Shōto knows that and he respects the lull in your texts, the absence of your afternoon phone calls. You’re a busy side-kick and he’s got his own hectic rotations of hero work to shuffle through, too.

Sure, he tells himself, trying to resist peering at his phone for the millionth time, you’re just busy or you’re feeling overwhelmed. He gets that.

He doesn’t want to pester you, so he lets the radio silence linger, even though it’s starting to make him feel a little on edge. The two of you have been dating since he graduated from UA. And, what does that make it now, a little over a year? Yeah, that sounds about right. He really likes you, enough to bring you over to meet his sister and his older brother. You’d made a great impression on them and Fuyumi kept asking him when he was going to introduce you to their father.

Soon, he lied, ducking from her bright smile.

It’s not that he thinks you’d mesh poorly with his father, no, you’d be wonderful, like you always are, he’s just not wanting to go to the trouble. Not with him.

Deep down he knows it’s just because he doesn’t want to make Endeavor think he’s giving him a fucking inch. He couldn’t care less what his old man thought about you. Besides, it’s not like he doesn’t know about the two of you. He’s a pro hero, he’s got connections everywhere. So, no. Shōto doesn’t want to introduce you to his father. Endeavor knows you exist and he knows his youngest son his dating you. Yeah, that’s more than enough acknowledgement to go around, and it’s more than Endeavor deserves.

Shōto knows he has your support and affection and, for now, that’s all the approval he needs. It’s all he’s ever needed, really.

Things have been going so well, but he can’t shake that ominous feeling that keeps creeping over him.

It’s like there’s something he’s missed. His troubled mood doesn’t fit with the beauty of the spring that’s broken over Japan. No, it’s too gloomy, too dark without you by his side. He can remember the day he’d given you his number and asked you out. It had been under this sprawling cherry tree and you’d looked so happy. It made him ache a little bit, to see you like that. Crazy it’s already been a year, time really does fly when you’re with someone you like.

Wait.

He forgot to clock out. Eh, he can just send a message to one of the other sidekicks at his father’s agency. They know he can be a bit forgetful, so they’ll understand.

Now, let’s see if you’ll answer a text. He’s famished. He’s worked another 12 hour shift and put in some extra training, so he’s praying you’ll get back to him before he has to resort to going to a soba stand. Not that he’d mind getting some cold soba, but food always seems to taste better when he can share it with you.

After he sends you that text, he paces around one of the local parks, talking with a few locals and signing some autographs. Even though he’s making waves of his own now, his biggest claim to fame is being Endeavor’s son. He tries to not let the annoyance of his birthright bother him, but it does get frustrating when that’s the main comment he hears.

His phone vibrates and he excuses himself from a conversation with an older pro he’d run into, tugging his phone from his back pocket. It’s a text and it’s from you.

Shōto swipes across the screen and smiles at your answer. You had some time and you’d love to get some food. Perfect.

The restaurant he’d picked is quiet and tucked away from the main streets, but they had some killer courses, so he’s hoping you’ll like it. He’s already sitting at a back booth when you arrive. You give him a quiet smile and step toward him, a small gift bag in your hand. Huh, that’s odd, he thinks, scooting over so you can slip in beside him.

The two of you chat for a bit, going over your day and letting him softly retell a recent capture he’d done a few days before. He can’t believe he hasn’t had a chance to tell you yet. The time you two have spent apart has been long, too long, if he’s honest and he doesn’t like that he let it drag on. Anyway, it was one of his first successful solo missions and he’s so pleased by the proud grin you gift him. He likes to make you smile and he would love to see another one, but something still seems to be bothering you.

“You ok?” Shōto asks, his eyes tracing over the contours of your face, looking for some kinda clue.

“Sure,” you reply, but your voice still has that little hiccup, that shading of irritation.

“Do you not like the food? Or, did something else happen today? I know it’s been awhile since we’ve had a chance to get some dinner together, or to talk much, but my schedule should change next month, so that’ll give us some extra time.” He’s grasping at straws, at anything, but that arched brow of yours makes him prattle on, his uncertainty mounting.

“Um, are you worried about that team up? You mentioned it a few weeks ago, but I haven’t had a chance to look into that agency. At least, not that way I want to. No? Er, Fuyumi said she might reach out to you again. She asked if you had anything planned. She didn’t want to, um, give it away when we were talking. Whatever it is. I didn’t know what she meant, but I figured the two of you-”

“You really don’t remember, huh?”

Your voice has dropped the edge and you’re shaking your head, lowering your chopsticks and fixing him with a pointed stare.

“Remember? Remember what?” Shōto questions, tilting his head so the snowy side of his hair trails against his shoulder. Was there something you’d told him to do? He can’t recall anything. You’d said something about celebrating, a few days ago, before all the communication had broken down, but he wasn’t sure if you were meaning celebrating something with him, or if there was an event at your agency. You’d been there for a year. He knew they’d gotten you a cake. What...

You’re still looking at him and he ducks his head, fiddling with his food, trying to rack his overworked brain for some kinda clue. Ok. It’s springtime. That means it’s not your birthday, not yet. It’s not his birthday, that passed in January. So what...

His eyes land on that bag you’d carried in. It’s a nice green color and the tissue paper is white and crisp. Does someone else have a birthday?

“Oh my God,” you say, a laugh bursting from your lips. “Shōto, really? I mean, I guess I should be happy you just forgot. Honestly, I was thinking you didn’t want to acknowledge it, or something. I know it’s just been a year, but it kinda hurt my feelings when you didn’t even mention it. You’d taken me to meet your siblings and then you’d mentioned me in that interview, so I was thinking that you were going to plan something for it. But I guess...God, Shōto, has it really not clicked yet?”

You don’t sound angry, a little disappointed maybe, but he’s glad he’s not upset you too badly. He needs to slow down and think. It’s springtime and you’re here with him, talking about milestones in your relationship and you have a gift and...

Oh.

“It’s our anniversary. Well, it was. I missed it,” he says, ducking his head and clenching his fingers into his palms. Damn it, damn it, damn it. How could he forget that? All day, hell, all week, he’s been thinking about you, about how you’d met. How could he be so dense?

“Awe,” you smile, leaning toward him and giving him a peck on the cheek, “there it is. God, you’re lucky I like you so much. I still can’t believe it took you this--”

Shōto doesn’t let you finish that thought, lifting your lips up to his and kissing you until you can’t breathe, trying to pour all of his apologies and embarrassment into the caress. He could have lost you, he thinks, sucking on your lower lip and slotting you against him, not caring who sees the two of you. He’s never, ever going to make this mistake again. No, he’s going to engrave that date on every surface until all he can think about is you and him.

Notes: He’s such a goober and I love how dense that boy is. Honestly, it’s not his fault, since he was kinda raised under an Endeavor shaped boulder and I adore his awkwardness. I could see him totally doing something like this, too.

Anywoo, sorry this took so, so long ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

#asks #answered asks #pal muses #on the cuteness that is shōto #todoroki shoto #shoto todoroki #sfw #drabble

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Growing Together - Chapter Twenty-Six - Dura Lex, Sed Lex

Before we start:

This work is unbeta'd and English is not my first language. I apologize for any mistakes you may find. Have fun reading!

They made us pack a suitcase, just in case. So that the child wouldn’t have to go through the pain of being separated at the place he learned to love and call his own. Like leaving the love of his parents in a cold and impersonal courtroom would be any better.

I resentfully grabbed a duffel bag and filled it with some of Owen’s belongings without him knowing. I put inside a toothbrush and a comb, some underwear and some clothes, pajamas. I put in there all the things he would need for a night out, keeping his favorite things in his room. Because he wouldn’t need to go. Because even if he did go, he wouldn’t go for long. But mostly because the things he loved the most belonged with the place he loved the most and with the people that loved him the most.

The morning of the trial, I found myself staring at his room, holding that duffel bag tightly, my nails digging deep in the fabric, almost ripping it. I hated that duffel bag and all it represented. If I could, I would set it on fire.

“Are you ready? It’s time to go.”

Victor was standing in the doorway, impeccably dressed in his charcoal suit with a burgundy shirt. He looked calm and focused, undefeatable. Ready for the battle.

“I don’t want Owen to see this.” I showed him the bag I was holding. “Go ahead and put Owen in the car, I’ll go shortly.”

“Andrea.” My husband held my hand, giving me a determined look.

“I know.” I squeezed his hand. “We got this.”

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Something came up. I’ll be home for dinner.

The note was taunting, sitting perfectly on the polished marble surface, sporting her usual perky handwriting.

Andrea was nowhere to be found.

“Are you sure she didn’t tell you where she was going?”

Owen, who was busy cutting his french toast, shrugged yet again.

“No. Only that she had a plane to catch. And that I should behave while she’s gone.”

“It’s not like her to just leave without saying anything.” Victor took his phone from his pocket, wondering if he should try to call an eleventh time.

“Well, she did say something.” The boy replied matter-of-factly, eyes still on his plate. “She left a note.”

Victor wanted to explain to his son that the information on that note amounted to nothing, that even though his mother had been clear enough that she’d be gone, she had also been cryptic enough to worry him. Victor hated to be kept out of the loop like that, it was a habit that came with his job, to always hold every single piece of information about everything. Andrea, however, was well versed in the art of pulling the rug from under his feet, and sometimes could act so randomly it was hard for him to predict her next move. He had to admit he found it alluring, but also annoying.

It wasn’t like he was controlling or domineering, he just felt safer knowing at all times where she was, what she was doing, and who she was doing it wi-

“Eat your toast.” Victor quickly ended the subject, not in the mood to explain anything anymore.

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“All rise.” The bailiff announced. “Department One of the Family Court is now in session. Judge Erica Bridges presiding. Please be seated.”

We all got up from our seats, Victor taking Owen’s hand as to motion him to do the same. The judge was a petite woman with bright blue eyes that were framed with dark eyebrows and hair. She looked far too young to be a judge, yet she had this intimidating aura that made everyone around her feel insignificant. It,reminded me of my husband, keeping everyone on their toes with his mere presence.

“Good morning, ladies and gentlemen.” The judge opened a file in front of her. “Calling the case of Cole VS Lee regarding the custody of Owen Cole. Are both sides ready?”

“Yes, Your Honor.” The layers replied.

I couldn’t help but look to my side, to the familiar face that had been giving me grief for so long: Pamela Cole. She sat beside her lawyer with a humble look on her face, wearing a modest black dress like she was in mourning, probably to earn sympathy points from the judge. A heatwave coursed through my body, as anger started to churn inside of me. Anger for her audacity to come into my office and tell me all those lies, wanting to take advantage of my sympathy. Anger towards myself, for being an idiot and believing her.

I hated her for having the same DNA as my child, as I hated DNA for being used for such vile purposes. My mind was running wild with thoughts of revulsion and grievance when I felt a warm hand taking mine. It was my husband, looking intently at me like he could read my thoughts, probably because he was having them too. And with just a little magical squeeze of his fingers, all the fire was gone, being replaced by a sense of confidence. We were ready. She would not win.

“And are you Owen?” I heard the judge addressing my son. “You are a very handsome young man.”

“Thank you, Your Honor.” He answered politely. “My mom tells me the same thing.”

Laughter echoed in the courtroom.

“You know what we are doing here today, Owen?”

“My grandmother wants to be my forever family.”

“Good.” The judge smiled at him. “Now, I have something to ask you. We are going to start talking about very boring grownup things, so it would be better if you go with this gentleman to a special room we have, where you can read, or play a little. Is that ok?”

“Aren’t you going to ask me who I want to be with?” Owen frowned.

“Oh, I definitely want to know what you feel about all this. It won’t take long, I’ll call you after a little while, ok?”

I squeezed Victor’s hand tighter as I watched our son being taken away. This was it, it was about to start. How did he look so cool, so centered, when all I wanted was to just grab the boy and make a run for it? But then he looked at me, and I could see it in his eyes. The glint of worry only a wife’s trained eye would recognize on him.

“Very well, now that the child is away, you can make your first statements.”

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“Where on Earth are you?” He answered the phone, ready to scold her.

“Well, you are correct. I am indeed on Planet Earth.” She joked, unfazed by his severe tone. “I have ten missed calls from you, didn’t you see my note?”

“You mean the elaborate itinerary of my wife’s whereabouts and the extensive list of reasons why she suddenly disappeared the day before our son’s custody trial?” He gave her a mocking tone. “No, I must have missed it.”

“Victor…” She sighed.

“If instead, you are referring to the ridiculous piece of crumpled paper you left on our kitchen counter stating you were alive by the time you left the house, then yes, I am holding it as we speak.”

“Something came up.”

“Your note already told me as much, if I can decipher your messy handwriting correctly. What else do you have to say for yourself?”

Another sigh came from the other end of the line. Victor was perfectly aware of how difficult he was being, but he couldn’t be more indifferent to it. A week ago, they were fighting because he had kept her at bay. Now, she was doing the exact same thing. If Victor was a gambler, he would bet his fortune on how he wouldn’t like the reason.

“Look, I’ll be completely honest with you.”

“I’m listening.”

“I had an idea. Something that can help us. And I wanted to give it a try.”

Victor pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to contain his frustration. What was she up to this time? And why wouldn't she give him a straight answer already?

“You can tell me when I get there. Just tell me where you are, and I’ll come to pick you up.”

“Do you trust me?” Her disarming question.

“With my life.” He promptly answered. “However, do I need to remind you that we agreed never to keep things from each other? What happened to “we’re in this together”?”

“You told me I wouldn’t fight hard enough for you and Owen.”

Victor paused. He did say that. He wished he didn’t.

“I don’t think that’s true, and you know that.” His tone softened.

“Maybe it is. Well, it was. The truth is…” She hesitated for a second. “I felt weak. I felt like I was losing. And I was so afraid to lose again that I thought it would be better to just stop fighting. I felt like if I lost, I would never recover from it. Do I make sense?”

Victor remembered her howling in his arms at that clinic in Switzerland, when she was told they couldn’t have a biological baby. And his own desperate moments on that kitchen floor, not long ago.

“What I didn’t realize was that, by giving up, I was letting both of you down. I was letting my family down. So this is my way to show you that I believe in us, I believe in us as a family, I’m fighting for us. That’s why I need to do this alone. I need to prove to you that I’m all in. Will you let me?”

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“Your Honor, the adoption was made under extremely odd circumstances, and with no respect for the law.” Pamela’s lawyer argued. “My client was not informed of her daughter’s passing, or that the child was left alone.”

“The late mother left a suicide note stating that she did not intend the grandmother to have any contact with the child.” One of Victor’s lawyers argued back.

“I take it you have such a letter in your possession.” The Judge asked.

I jumped on my seat, surprised that they were even mentioning it. Didn’t we agree we weren’t going to use it? I watched incredulously as the lawyer glanced at Victor, waiting for instructions. Victor squeezed my hand again, nodding to the lawyer. What the hell was happening? The lawyer paused and sighed heavily before addressing the judge again.

“No, Your Honor, we do not. That letter was unfortunately lost with some other papers.”

“Your Honor, with all due respect, this trial is a waste of our time.” The other lawyer spoke again. “Should Victor and Andrea Lee be ordinary people instead of public figures, the orphanage would have contacted the grandmother, as it lawfully should, and we wouldn’t be wasting public time and resources! My client has proved that she is fit to be the child’s guardian, and by law, she should have custody. And despite whatever story Mr. Lee’s lawyers wish you to believe, there is obviously no letter from the daughter. Even if there was, there would still be the matter of the daughter’s mental condition when she wrote it.”

“Do you have anything else to present to us to make your case?” The judge turned to our legal team.

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Owen spent most of his day in his bedroom, coming out only when summoned. Things had changed dramatically between Victor and Owen since the panic attack, and Owen was treating him with the same distance he did back when he first started living with them: he started to address him as Sir again and seemed to avoid all kinds of interactions. When they were forced to be together, like when sharing a meal, Owen kept his eyes on his plate, barely saying anything other than some short bitter words.

Victor couldn’t blame him. He had acted cold and distant during the funeral, disregarding his family. Everything one won’t expect from a parent. It was only natural that Owen was suspicious of him now, he had lost his trust in him. Victor’s penance was now to get it back.

“Are you hungry?” Victor entered the boy’s room after a brief knock. “I have some frozen mango, we could make sorbet together.”

“No, thank you.” Owen answered, not caring to lift his eyes from the book he was reading.

“What do you have there?” Victor tried again. “Is that the book Mom bought you?”

“Yes.”

“The Beesy Life.” He read from the cover. “Anything interesting about bees?” Knowing his son, he would surely jump at the opportunity of stating an extensive list of facts.

“They make honey.” He quickly dismissed him. “Can you leave so I can read?”

“Why don’t we go outside and play some football together? It’s sunny today.”

The boy seemed to bury himself even more in his book.

“No, thank you. I’m reading.”

Victor surely had his work cut out for him. With a heavy sigh, he sat on his son’s bed. Diversions wouldn’t work, he would have to stop being a coward and just cut to the chase.

“Owen, we need to talk. Do you think you can put that book down?”

Victor grimaced as his son obediently placed the book on his lap, giving him his undivided attention. It was so hard to find the right words. Andrea usually helped him with these things, making notice little things he couldn’t see, encouraging him to open up a little more. Ironically, when things were hard, Andrea was always nowhere to be found. Or maybe things were hard because she wasn’t around, Victor wasn’t sure anymore. He closed his eyes briefly, trying to imagine how Andrea would do it.

“I need to apologize.” Victor began. “I was callous and cold towards you and your mother, and-”

“Was it because of that letter you got? The day we went to the market?”

Victor turned to his son, astonished.

“Mom cried the day you got that letter. And every day after that.” The boy explained, like he understood Victor’s surprise. “And you began to fight. You never fight.”

“Owen...” Victor looked at his son, not knowing what to say.

“What did it say?”

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“Alright Owen, now that the grownups have talked, I want to get to know you better. Do you mind if I ask you some questions?”

My son looked at me with hesitant eyes, and I gave him a small nod of reassurance, mouthing It’s ok.

“Ok.” He nodded, following the bailiff nervously to the witness stand.

“Well done. Are you comfortable there?”

My husband’s hand squeezed mine hard. I ran my thumb over his. Owen would be ok. He was a smart child.

“Do you see this document I’m holding?” The judge showed him a folder. “This is your file, it tells me things about you. So, I know you are five, and you have been living with the Lees for almost a year, and you are doing very well at school… But it doesn’t tell me other important things, like, what are your favorite hobbies, if you have any close friends…”

“My best friend’s name is Mathew, he’s from my class. We play soccer together.” Owen promptly answered. “I like to play soccer, with my friends or with my Dad. I also like insects, I want to be an entomologist. That’s why my Mom calls me Bug. Oh, and we have a pet lobster! His name is Mr. Lobster, my Dad lets me feed him sometimes.”

“A pet lobster? That’s unusual.” She chuckled. “I can see in your file that you are doing well at school, no disciplinary reports… It seems you adjusted very well to that new reality.”

“Miss Dillon says God works in mysterious ways.” The boy looked at the judge in all seriousness. The judge frowned, taken aback by his statement.

“I could say that He does, Owen. But why do you say that?”

“A while ago, we went to have dinner at Gavin and Mia’s, and Mom got sick and threw up all over the floor. And later that night, I woke up and Mom and Dad were talking, and I did something I shouldn’t have.”

I looked at Victor, confused. What on Earth was Owen talking about?

“What did you do, Owen?” The judge asked.

“I eavesdropped.” His head hung in shame. “But I didn’t mean it in a bad way, I was worried about Mom. And then I heard Dad talking about the bad man that hurt Mom, and because of him she can’t get a baby. So…” Owen looked at me, hesitating.

“Yes?” The judge pressed.

“I don’t like that Mom got hurt so badly, but if God works in mysterious ways, maybe He made that bad man hurt Mom so she would adopt me, because He knew my other mom would die.” He shifted nervously in his chair, giving the judge a pleading look. “I know the other lady is my real family, and maybe she is a really nice lady, but I already have a family. I love my Mom and Dad, and I know they love me. Can I please keep them? Can they be my forever family? Please?”

My son’s words pierced my heart, and all the tears of fear and anguish I had been hiding came full force. Despite knowing my background, Owen would never really know how he was an angel in my and Victor’s life, filling our life with color and love. Losing my son was like getting my heart ripped out of my chest, and nothing would ever fill that gap. Victor’s grip on my hand tightened, the brief twitch of his finger making me look up. His eyes were also filled with tears, as he held onto my hand for strength, just like I held his. And as I looked around, wiping my tears with the back of my fingers, I noticed there wasn’t a dry eye in the room. Except for Pamela, who looked at us with utter disdain.

“Well, Owen…” The judge cleared her throat. “Thank you so much for talking to me. I will consider your words.”

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Victor looked his son in the eyes, trying to formulate the right words to say. There weren’t any. If his wife was there, and not on some kind of wild goose chase, she would tell him to speak from the heart. And it was more and more evident that raw honesty would have to do.

“You have a grandmother. Your biological mother’s mother. She wants to adopt you.”

“I have a grandmother?”

Victor’s eyes fell to the ground.

“Yes.”

Owen jumped from his seat, eyes wide in anger.

“You told me nothing would make you send me back! You told me you were my forever family!” The boy broke down crying. “You were lying!”

“I never lied to you, Owen, you-”

“You told me I was a Lee! That I was your son!” Victor tried to hug his son, but he wouldn’t let him, hitting him with his clenched fists. “You don’t love me, you want to send me back!”

“You are my son!” Victor held his son tight, his voice echoing through the apartment. “You are a Lee, you’ll always be a Lee, and no one will take you away!” Victor felt his eyes sting with emotion, his voice faltering as he spoke. “I will not allow it.”

Victor pulled his son to his arms, tears running freely from his eyes too. He was so brutally inept when it came to expressing his feelings, yet he needed to show his son he loved him above everything.

“I am your father, Owen, and there is no law in this world that can change that. And we do want to be your family. Otherwise, why would your mother be crying all this time? Why would I become so insufferable?”

“Please don’t leave me.” Owen begged, his face buried in his father’s chest.

Victor knew that sentiment all too well. To hold a loved one so desperately and still feel her slip away from his fingers, leaving nothing but loneliness, no one to gather and mend the shards of his broken heart. But those days were over for Victor. And they were also over for Owen.

“I’m not going anywhere.” Victor smiled, wiping the tears from his boy’s cheek. “You belong with us.”

Before he was a father, Victor would scorn those romantic fools that told him about how deeply a parent can love his child. He simply found it impossible to be. He has never been loved that deeply, he couldn’t even fathom how that must feel like. But at that moment, with Owen's little arms wrapped around his neck, Victor’s heart felt like a deep wide ocean, filled with love and joyful selflessness, a complete devotion to that little red-haired boy. And a promise, no, a purpose to devote every single day of his life to his happiness.

“So I don’t need to go?” Owen asked, breaking his embrace.

“No, you don’t. You’re a Lee and that’s settled.”

Owen’s bedroom door flung open.

“Mom!” Owen left his father’s arms to run to his mother.

“Bug!” Andrea lifted him in her arms, giving him a tight hug. “I missed you so much, little one!”

“Where have you been?” Victor went to his wife.

“I did it.” She bit her bottom lip in excitement, putting their son down and reaching for her purse.

“And may I know what exactly did you do?”

“We won.” She smiled widely, handing Victor an envelope.

Victor read the document inside, not believing his own eyes. They had never contemplated it, it seemed so impossible…

“What is it, Dad?” Owen looked at both of them, excited. Victor lifted him up in the air with joy, twirling him in his arms.

“What we needed to officially make you a Lee.”

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Victor stood quietly at a hidden corner of the main hallway, talking on his phone. An oblivious passerby would think he was having a calm conversation, but I knew better: by the look in his eyes, Victor Lee was making some serious threats at that precise moment. Our legal team was reunited not far behind, deeply engaged in a quiet conversation, the panic very clear in the faces of some of them. Something had gone wrong. Something had gone terribly wrong. And my job was to sit quietly with Owen, trying to distract them the best I could from the gravity of the situation.

“One, two, three, four, I declare a thumb war!” Owen chanted excitedly, as I tried my best to discreetly grasp what was happening. “Mom, are you paying attention?”

“Yes, Bug. Go ahead.” I answered distractedly as I noticed my husband look at his phone in silence, poker face in place.

“You may all come in.” The bailiff called us. “The judge has come to a deliberation.”

A bad feeling glued me to my seat, and for the life of me, my legs wouldn’t work. I looked at my son, the sweet five year old that meant the world to me, and I feared this would be the last time I would see them. I slapped myself mentally for being distracted looking at Victor and the lawyers, when I could just have enjoyed this last moment with him and played thumb wars.

“Owen, you come with me to the other room, alright?” The bailiff took his hand and I held his other one, unwilling to let go.

“Lady…” The bailiff pleaded.

Just one second, damn it! I may lose him forever, I just need this extra second!

“Owen…”

“Yes, Mom?” Sweet brown eyes stared at me expectantly.

I wanted to tell him I loved him, and that he would be an honorable man, and that someday I would love to know the kind of person he would grow up to be. I wanted to tell him that I would cry for him every single night, that he wasn’t born out of my mangled body but he was mine, that I would never forget about him, for as long as I should live. I wanted to tell him I would never adopt another child, that no child would ever take his place, and that my heart would belong to him forever. But I couldn’t. If he was going to be with his grandmother, I had to make things as easy as I possibly could for him. Even if they were impossibly hard for me. So, instead, I ruffled his hair.

“You did very well, with the judge.” I smiled. “I’m proud of you.”

“Thanks!” He smiled confidently. “I love you, Mom!”

As Owen walked away, holding the bailiff’s hand with a smile, a dark shadow ran across my line of vision. It was Victor, taking his son in his arms. And that was when I knew my suspicions weren’t unfounded: we were losing him.

I witnessed the sadness in Victor’s eyes as he smiled at his son, hugging him and tousling his red curls. And then the glint of despair, as his eyes landed on me, his expression telling me he was close to falling apart. I wouldn’t have to be strong just for Owen. I would have to be strong for Victor too. So I summoned the last of my strength and stood up. For better and for worse, we are in this together. I won’t let you fall, handsome.

We never said a word, as Victor took my hand and led me inside the courtroom. I didn’t know what had failed, and it wasn’t important. I took a shot and I missed. We wouldn’t win this one. I thought about the duffel bag in my car and regretted not putting one of Owen’s favorite books in there. He would need something to distract him tonight.

The judge entered the room, and while I could see the hesitant look on everyone’s faces, I couldn’t care less about it. I had no interest in hearing someone say I couldn’t be a mother, I already was. Even if a piece of paper said otherwise. Owen was my son.

“I have to say, this was one of the hardest decisions I had to make in my whole career.” The judge started her deliberation. “Dura lex sed lex. This means, the law is hard, but it is the law. The law speaks of rights and duties, it tells us in which direction to go, but the law does not contemplate feelings. The law does not abide by what makes us feel better. The law is impartial to love and to emotions. It is so by design, so we don’t let our hearts cloud our judgments. The law is correct, but that doesn’t exclude the fact that it can be very painful.”

The sound of heavy wooden doors opening abruptly echoed through the room, making us all jump in surprise. From them, one of our lawyers ran, stopping only in front of the judge.

“Your Honor, I apologize for my audacity towards this court.” The lawyer bowed. “But new evidence has arrived that cannot be ignored.” He handed her an envelope.

I looked at Victor, puzzled. Was it…

“Can you please explain to me and Mrs. Cole’s lawyer, what exactly am I looking at?” The judge opened the envelope.

“Mrs. Lee was able to track down the child’s biological father.” The lawyer explained. “She flew yesterday to Acomb and met him at the hospital where he is working as an intern doctor, and he granted her and Mr. Lee parental rights. We were just waiting for the lab to give us the DNA results.”

“And why am I getting this just now?”

“We couldn’t present the documents without being sure that Mr. Richardson was indeed Owen’s biological father.”

“Your Honor, this is highly inadequate! I contest this man’s right to give parental rights, he was never in the child’s life to begin with!” Pamela’s lawyer argued.

“Neither was your client, Counsellor.” The judge gave the lawyer a frown. “Well, it works for me.” The judge banged her hammer. “The Family Court decides that Mr. and Mrs. Lee will be granted full custody of the child Owen Cole, concluding the adoption process, effective immediately. Congratulations, you can get your son for the next room.”

Victor and I practically crashed against each other in a tight embrace, smiles mixed with tears, emotions running wild. We had won, we had our son. We were officially a family.

We entered the other room with joy in our hearts, laughing as Owen ran into our arms.

“I'm going home with you guys?”

“You are officially a Lee!” Victor laughed as he threw the boy in his arms.

“You adopted me? You are my forever family?” Owen teared up, reaching out to me so he could hug me as well.

“We are a family.” My throat tightened as I hugged the two men I loved the most in this world. “And we are forever.”

Victor pulled me close to them, wrapping both me and our son in a tight hug. And I couldn’t help but think back to our year, so full of adversity. Despite it all, we came through. We fought and found solace in one another. We became stronger and more united, we grew together, as a family, and we would continue to do so.

Love does conquer all.

Author's Note: This project has been going for a year now (it started in February 2020) and it won't be over any time soon, so I would like to ask you, as much as possible, for your support, because we still have a very long way to go. So, if you enjoy the work, don't forget to comment and reblog. It gives it traction and enables other people to learn about it, and for me to get more excited about what I do.

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