#(because she'd also curl up like that on her parents bed)

[marvelousazula]

y'know what? the first sign that Azula was a dragon was that she'd curl up on Ursa's bed and refuse to leave. like, just an immovable toddler when she wanted to sleep there. not a single winter night passed without a baby dragon in her bed, there was a whole conspiracy so Zuko nor Ozai would know of that. totally not inspired by how my dog will growl and throw a whole ass tantrum if I don't let her sleep in my bed when it's cold.

[cyberjam]

ATSV HEADCANON: they have a crush on you . . . ☆

warnings - none really, super fluffy and adorable :), semi-proof read so i apologize for grammatical errors if there are any! no use of name or y/n, gender-neutral reader!

word count - 2.1k

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☆ . . . miles morales

I imagine you two already being well-acquainted friends with each other once he realized his feelings for you. For quite some time he had a crush on gwen but now his heart strings are pulling him towards you, so he's struggling when it comes to addressing his feelings.

If you're in the same room as Miles, he will stare. Any conversation that he was having before is long forgotten and all that's on his mind is you.

Miles doesn't need to study, he's one of the top students in school. But he continues to go on study dates with you because he likes being in your presence and sharing his headphones with you while eating yummy pastries.

He has an entire journal dedicated to you. Said journal includes: small journal entries of his day with you, little quotes of the funny/cute things you've said that stuck with him throughout the day, candid drawings of you that he created whenever you two hung out, cute sketches of you and him stargazing or slow-dancing together (and other secret drawings of him saving you as spider-man and cradling your body in his big strong arms but we won't get into that...)

Miles really can't get enough of you. He laughs extra loud at your jokes even if they aren't funny, his heartbeat quickens at the mention of your name, he'll offer you his jacket even if you don't need it, he always smiles when something reminds him of you, he'll share his headphones with you and shyly ask if you and him can make a "study playlist" (he listens to it at night while drawing you), and overall is just madly in love with you.

He wants to be with you more than anything, he's just struggling to find the right time to ask you. <3

"Hey, don't touch that! It's- No! It's not a diary, it's just...secret."

☆ . . . gwen stacy

She's pretty awkward herself. You were assigned to be partners for a project that would play a big part in your final grade, she came off slightly cold and seemed to be annoyed at your presence which made your relationship start off rocky. In reality she was just stressed, juggling her spider duties, getting kicked out of her house, and then school on top of that, it was just a lot. But when you made the effort to plan things and work around her busy schedule (that you didn't really know anything about) she started to become grateful for you.

Your parents welcomed her kindly each time she came over to study and whenever she would leave she was happy with a full belly and a sore face from smiling and laughing with you all night. The project was supposed to be done by the end of the semester but you and gwen were able to finish it the first month you got it. That didn't stop her bi-weekly visits, that then turned weekly, until she was suddenly walking home with you everyday, from and to school.

She likes to compare hands, shoes, and height just to see the difference in sizes. On walks back from school she'll give you a piggyback ride if you ask nicely. She also likes laying her head in your lap, if you run your fingers through her hair she'd be fast-asleep within 5 minutes.

You and her tend to share your oversized clothes together, You always wash her jackets/sweaters after you wear them, which she absolutely loves. She's fallen asleep curled up in your hoodie, inhaling the scent and listening to whatever song you rambled about the previous morning on repeat until she finally asks you to just make her a playlist. Hobie definitely knows about you, only because she slipped up by saying too much.

She enjoys staying over your house during rainy days. She tends to tense up whenever you're watching tv together on your bed and your head falls on her shoulder. During missions in other spider-verses gwen has taken little souvenirs from different worlds and given them to you, she always does it in a nonchalant way as if she wasn't grinning ear to ear on her way back, excited to see how you'd react.

You don't have sleepovers often but when you do they always seem more intimate than your usual hangouts. When you wake up and see gwen flustered on the other side of the bed you never understand why, not knowing that when you were fast asleep she woke up cuddled into you, nuzzling her body into yours.

"I-uhm. I-uh just had a weird dream. Nothing to worry about, heh.."

☆ . . . pavitr prabhakar

It's very obvious he has a crush on you, it might as well be written on his forehead. He follows you around like a lost puppy. He's constantly offering to carry your books, opening doors for you, paying for your snacks, and even giving you hand massages when you've been writing an essay for too long. He's just completely whipped for you and you're not even dating (yet).

You were a transfer student and he was assigned to show you around Mumbai. He found himself getting giddy at your cute reactions to the different sights he took you to. He adored how you were filled with so much curiosity and wonder, the awestruck look in your eyes when you saw the pretty lights at night and just how genuinely excited you seemed to stay and explore Mumbai. Since then, he's been glued to your side.

He's such a gentleman, you can tell he was raised right. Whenever you're talking his full attention is on you, nobody else matters in this moment but you. He'll even get a bit upset if someone cuts you off, ignoring whatever they're saying and urging you to continue. His legs feel wobbly around you, he gets dizzy at the sight of you, and he feels like he's floating whenever you smile at him.

There have been multiple occasions where you've caught him staring at you, depending on how he feels that day he'll either smirk and gently wave or quickly turn away with a blush on his face. He gushes about you to Hobie and Miles all of the time. They know so much about you and they've never even met you.

A true romantic. He buys you a singular flower one week out of the day, always explaining the meaning and where they originate from. (all of them are a variation of romance/love)

He tends to lean into you whenever you speak. More than one person has pointed out that you both tend to mirror each other's actions. He's feigning for your touch more than anything, a simple brush of your shoulders and he's full on putty in your hands.

He won't outright confront you when he figures out you like him, instead he'll invite you on a nightly walk. Taking you up to a rooftop with a gorgeous view, and gently resting his jacket on your shoulders. You'll sit for a while enjoying the scenery before he turns to you and says...

"a person as beautiful as yourself shouldn't wander this world alone.."

☆ . . . hobie brown

What a nightmare. He is constantly teasing and flirting with you. Always doubling over in laughter when he sees you get all flustered and the words you so badly wanna spew at him get stuck in your throat.

I imagine you both to be spider-people, you're a little more stuck-up than he is which is why he likes to tease you so much. Little by little your reactions fueled something deeper in him. He no-longer found himself flirting with you because he liked seeing how aggravated he could get you but because that was his way of approaching you and saying all of the things he wanted to while being able to play it off as a joke.

Besides teasing you relentlessly, he can be really caring and attentive to you when he wants to be. If you're in the medic he'll stop by pretty often to make sure you're okay. The only reason you found out is because you woke up to him fast asleep next to your bedside, feet propped on your bed and his vest laid across his torso like a blanket.

He'll eat the foods on your plate that you don't like. If you fall asleep he'll lay his vest onto your body and even move your position if it looks uncomfortable. If he senses danger before you he'll move you of the way as fast as he possibly can, but if he's not close enough he'll give you a heads up before anyone else. He tends to stare at you sometimes, always smiling gently to himself.

When you two get closer as friends he'll play any song on his guitar if you ask him nicely. He'll even give you lessons if you really want them. Carefully throwing his guitar over your torso, he brings his much larger hands to yours. You can feel his chest against your back, and the waves of his warm breath on your neck as he teaches you how to play. He'll also let you wear his jacket, saying it looks better on you than him. He might let you keep it, only in exchange for one of your jackets. (he sleeps with your jacket on, it makes him feel close to you.)

Hobie often checks up on you during missions, sometimes saying teasing phrases to get you riled up but mostly to make sure you're holding up okay. "you alright there, peaches? you took quite the hit."

Once he finds out you like him, he eases up on the teasing, but he doesn't refrain from dropping subtle hints of his knowingness that you like him. He's just waiting for you to finally say something.

"Yknow, if i ain't know any better i'd say you were doing this 'cause you like me."

☆ . . . miguel o' hara

You worked beside him in Alchemax, the two of you were assigned as partners. At first he didn't care much for you, simply telling you to stay out of his way and that he didn't need any help, but after Lyla practically forced him to be a cordial lab partner and work with you, he started to take a liking towards you. Sadly, it took months for him to tolerate you and even longer for him to like you.

Although he was quite stuck-up and practically seemed on edge most of the time, you were able to break through those confined walls and have a comfortable-playful work relationship with him. Every-time you made a joke or a light quip about his attitude he'd always respond with sarcasm, still not being able to hide the tiny smile that graced his face at your foolish acts.

He always runs his projects by you before submitting them. (and then lyla to triple check) He'll stop by and pick up empanadas from his favorite store, always boasting about how it's the best in Nueva York and you'll never taste anything better. Eventually he brings in a hefty share of empanadas that you two share over lunch time, your conversation flowing naturally without the teasing but with a fluffier feeling flowing through the air.

He pretends to be annoyed when he catches you over-working but he's genuinely worried for you. Always shaking his head in a disapproving way when he finds you fast asleep on your desk, papers scattered, and drool falling past your lips. Quietly scolding you in spanish before throwing his lab coat over your shoulders and organizing your papers neatly.

He tends to act unbothered when you do something that shows you care for him but in reality it makes his heart stutter and his stomach feel all loopy. He hates it because it makes him feel like a middle-schooler when they get their first crush but another part of him absolutely adores it and his main motivation to get up to go to work in the morning is you, although he'll never admit it.

If a co-worker is ever rude to you he will be the first to defend you, not hesitating to get in their face with a nasty scowl painting his features. On Friday's he made it his personal mission to walk you home, you two slowly walk side-by-side, quietly laughing to yourselves as you reminisce on lab accidents and old memories. There's a slight gleam in his eyes when you make it to your apartment door. He turns to you almost hesitantly, before stepping closer to you. He whispers a question, so quiet and soft you almost wouldn't be able to hear it.

"Can I kiss you?"

omg i hope you guys liked it! requests are still open btw and thank you for reading! <3

likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated <33

[wosospacegirl]

Stuck with you - part 3

Summary: Y/n’s used to Alexia’s overprotectiveness and the pressure of her career—but Kika? The shy, socially awkward teammate who’s starting to make her feel things she didn’t expect.

Warnings: a lot, and I repeat, a lot of second-hand embarrassment because Y/n and Kika are awkward, ok!! also problem with absent parents <3 Olga and Alexia are our favorite chaotic duo...and hm guinea pigs death?

Word count: 4.2k

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Part 1 here part 4 HERE

..

Alexia stood in the doorway of Y/n’s room, a ball tucked under her arm. 

The soft morning light shone across the bed, where Y/n and Olga were curled up under the covers, not seeming to be bothered by the brightness of the sunrays.

Alexia watched the two girls. It was a rare sight, really. Y/n didn’t usually allowed herself to be comforted, she always had that tough expression on her face–that only meant Alexia had really fucked up last night.

The heaviness of guilt set on Alexia’s chest . She’d been harsh, even if she didn’t mean to. And now Y/n was hurt, which meant Olga was mad at Alexia.

Alexia stepped closer to the bed, nudging Y/n’s torso.

“Nena, come play.”

Y/n stirred, turning around and hitting Olga on the head in the process,

Alexia tried again.

“Desperta, vamos,” Alexia said again.

This time, Y/n turned around just once, her eyes barely opening as she stared at Alexia, confusion on her face. “Huh?”

“Football, you and me,” Alexia said again, showing the ball to Y/n as if it was enough for her to understand what was happening.

“What’re you even talking about?” Y/n mumbled, still groggy.

Y/n rubbed her eyes and blinked around the room–then froze when she saw Olga beside her, as if she'd forgotten what happened the night before.

Realisation set into her face, and that's when she frowned, glancing at Alexia.

“Do you hate me, Alexia?” Y/n asked, sitting up on the bed carefully not to wake Olga up.

Alexia shifted the ball in her arms. “No?”

“It seems like you do,” Y/n said. “First, you were a jerk last night, which I get it because I was annoying too–”

Alexia opened her mouth to say something, but Y/n lifted her finger, making Alexia shut up.

“And now you wake me up in the wee hours of my day off to play football?”

Alexia changed the weight between her feet, slightly uncomfortable. 

“You and I love football,” Alexia said. 

“But do we need to do this on a Sunday?” Y/n asked. “I was having such a good sleep, tio.”

“I think we need to spend more time together,” Alexia said. “As Ale and Nena, not…captain and player.”

Alexia was trying. She always did, Y/n couldn't complain about it. Sometimes she just got confused about the place she occupied in Y/n’s life. Maybe Y/n did that too sometimes, I mean… she always yelled at Alexia at the training center when she was being too bossy.

Most players wouldn't yell at their captain, but Y/n just knew she could do that and that Alexia wouldn't be mad.

Yeah, maybe both of them should talk more, hang around more often, just be who they were before Y/n was placed on the A team in Barcelona, when Y/n was just a kid, Alexia was looking out for. 

It wasn’t easy–being a pre-teen and living with Alexia–but at least neither Alexia nor Y/n said things that hurt each other. They used to just play football and sort things out. 

Olga wasn’t even in the picture back then, so she didn't need a peacemaker to make them realise they actually did not hate each other, that they were just too much alike.

Back then, it was just Ale and the kid who never stopped talking about football. There were no structured training schedules, no press conferences, no pressure. Just the two of them, a ball, and a big yard all for them.

“Football won’t fix everything, you know”, Y/n said, but quickly regretted it as a wave of sadness ran into Alexia’s face.

She groaned, but not loud enough for Olga to hear.

“Okay,” she said, getting up from her bed and taking Alexia’s ball from her hand. “Maybe football will fix this, come on.”

Alexia smiled, watching as Y/n went to the bathroom to freshen up and change clothes. 

“You don’t know how to be smooth with apologies, do you?” Olga said against the pillow, eyes still closed.

“I’m trying,” Alexia said, running her hands through Olga's hair.

“And did you need to try it this early?”

“You and Nena are too much alike,” Alexia rolled her eyes, kissing Olga’s temple. “Too sleepy.”

“We just aren’t morning freaks,” Olga murmured. “Not even the birds are up.”

“Yes, they are, Olguita.”

“I doubt that.”

“Okay, let’s go,” Y/n said as she left the bathroom, wearing a training top and some shorts.

Alexia turned to her. “Don’t you wanna have breakfast first? I can make you some smoothies.”

“No,” Y/n said, shaking her head. “Let’s get this over with so I can come back to sleep.”

“That’s my girl!” Olga said, still tucked into the bed. “You guys be out sporty and all that, but don’t be loud, por favor” [please]

“And come back as friends,” Olga murmured before going back to sleep.

..

“You actually need to retire,” Y/n said when Alexia missed the ball y/n sent on her way.

“I was sneezing!” 

“Whatever.”

They continued quietly kicking the ball under the soft sun. It was one of those cold, but sunny mornings. The grass on their back was brushing on their ankles, a little damp from the morning dew.

“Look… I’m sorry,” Alexia said suddenly, watching as the ball rolled toward Y/n.

Y/n paused, looking at Alexia. “Olga already talked to me, it’s okay.”

“I want you to hear it from me too,” Alexia said in a low, serious voice. “I’m sorry I acted like that…I didn’t mean to snap at you. I was–” 

She looked down at the ball before shooting it to Y/n. “I don’t know. Frustrated? And I took it out on you. That's not fair.”

Y/n hesitated for a second. She and Alexia were never the ones to apologise through words. “Hm…Thanks for, hm, saying that.”

“I love you,” Alexia said. “The girls at the club love you. You know that, right?”

Y/n took the ball, playing with it and nodding with her head, not trusting her words.

Alexia shifted her weight. “Your parents… they called again and they said they really miss you, nena.”

“Alexia,” Y/n said in a warning tone, kicking the ball with more force than she intended, but Alexia caught it.

Alexia’s shoulders dropped. She needed to talk about it. Y/n might not open up about her parents, but Alexia knew how much it had bothered her when she was younger and how the hurt had turned into anger, avoidance.

Alexia sighed and rubbed the back of her neck. “I know that’s complicated. I just–” Her voice dropped, and she looked down.

“–I want you to know that they called and asked me to say that they loved you,” Alexia said, her voice softer now. “Cariño… you can’t ignore them forever.” 

“Yes, I can. And I will. Just like they ignored me.” Y/n said.

“I just think you three should talk,” Alexia tried to argue. “I’m not asking you to forgive them, I’m just saying that maybe you could call them yourself and say you don’t want any more contact, or else they’ll keep trying.”

“They weren’t really trying when I was a fourteen-year-old kid calling them on Christmas morning, waiting for them to come pick me up for some family time, were they?”

Alexia let out a sigh. Of course, this wasn’t what she wanted to hear.

She remembered that Christmas very well, it was the first time Alexia and Y/n were together because her parents had ‘forgotten’ to tell Y/n that they were going to be travelling during the holidays.

It was also the first time Alexia had to calm down a crying fourteen-year-old girl. After that, everything changed. Y/n became distant from her parents and stopped calling them.

Now, five years later, the roles had flipped, the parents were the ones calling Alexia, desperate, as if she could undo what they’d broken years ago 

And maybe that was what stung both Alexia and Y/n the most: they never asked what Y/n needed, they just told Alexia what they wished she would say to the girl in order to have her forgive them

“Nena, you know that I don’t like to be in the middle of this,” she said softly. “But I am and I want you to know that I’m on your side, si?”

“I just don’t think they get to choose when to show up, now” Y/n’s jaw tightened. 

“You and Olga are family,” Y/n continued. “And that’s enough for me–it’s been enough for me for five years now.

Alexia absolutely wouldn't push Y/n to talk with her parents if she truly didn’t want to; although Alexia was aware of how much Y/n missed her parents, how she always searched for them after a match.

Her parents weren’t the best in the world. They forgot they had a daughter after sending Y/n to live with Alexia, but now they called her– not Y/n, never Y/n–hoping Alexia would fix it. She never knew what to say. 

But she answered, anyway.

But now Y/n was already hurt. They couldn't do much, and Alexia couldn’t do much either, except encourage Y/n to talk to them.

Alexia hesitated, fingers drumming softly against the ball resting between them. “You don’t have to talk about it,” she said, quiet but certain. “But if you ever want to—I’m here.”

It was just a quiet offering. Alexia wanted Y/n to know that she was there. Even after their fight, even after she had said hurtful things. That she loved the girl.

Alexia watched as Y/n played with the ball on her feet. She looked…tired, emotionally tired.

This wasn’t going as planned.

Alexia had to use her last resort. The one she and Y/n had forced to swear off after Olga’s ban—a ban she declared necessary when they nearly broke the TV over a match for getting too competitive.

 “…Wanna play FIFA?” Alexia offered, hopeful.

Y/n lit up instantly, mischief on her face. “Of course I do!”

Alexia smiled proudly, happy that at least she had made the girl smile in some way.

Alexia had found the PlayStation hidden away in Olga’s side of the closet. She took it quickly and put it on the TV in the living room. They had a few hours to play before Olga actually woke up.

They were playing nicely. That was, until Y/n purposely nudged Alexia just as her character–literally her–was about to score.

“That’s a red card!” Alexia yelled, tossing the controller onto the sofa and turning to Y/n. “You can’t do that, you cheater!”

“Why am I a cheater?” Y/n asked, brows furrowed in anger. “Pushes happen in real life, Alexia. Get over it.” 

Y/n rolled her eyes before jumping onto the couch, arms raised in celebration as her goal was confirmed on the screen, shining bright on Alexia’s face.

“Yeah!” Y/n shouted triumphantly, pointing a finger at Alexia. “One point for me, zero for you!”

“Què!?” Alexia turned to the TV, then back to Y/n. “No! I wasn’t paying attention–that doesn’t count!”

“Yes, it does! Not my fault you weren’t focused.”

“I would be focused if you didn’t cheat!”

“Cry about it, Capi.”

“You cheat at FIFA, you cheat at tug of war–”

“Oh my god, not the tug of war again!”

“Cállense!” Olga’s voice cut through their argument as she entered the room, her hair was a complete mess, and her eyes were barely open.

“Olguita,” Alexia started, standing quickly, nervousness on her face “, We’re sorry we woke you–”

“Putellas,” Olga said in a warning tone, eyes sharp. “Keep quiet.”

She made a beeline for the TV and snatched the PlayStation and hugged it protectively to her chest, as if either Y/n or Alexia would fight her for it.

They would never. They were actually scared of Olga.

“How is it that you two still don’t know how to play a game amicably? You play on the same team!” Olga huffed, walking out of the room.

Alexia and Y/n glanced at each other, then at the console in Olga’s hands as she made her way upstairs.

“Quina merda!” Y/n whispered, “She’s gonna ban it again.”

“She already has,” Alexia muttered back, sighing. 

..

After Olga took away Alexia’s and Y/n's source of happiness, Y/n had to find other things to keep her mind busy during her day off. That’s why she went for a run later that afternoon.

It was good, it helped her put things in perspective. Especially her fight the other night with Alexia and the whole situation with her parents…maybe she should call them just to make sure they would stop bothering Alexia.

She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t realize it was almost 7 p.m. The air had turned colder, but Y/n didn’t feel it– she was still moving, headphones on.

Her hair was completely messy, she was all sweaty, and her gym clothes were dirty from all the running she did around the park. 

She needed a shower. Desperately.

Yn walked to the big white house on the hill and pushed the door open…and then she paused.

Alexia and Olga were right in front of the door.

Looking pretty. Fancy even.

Y/n looked at them with furrowed eyebrows as she closed the door behind her.

“Cariño,” Alexia called, hand on her hip. “Why did you take so long?”

“We were going to look out for you,” Olga said, already turning around, Alexia and Y/n quickly following her.

“What?” Y/n blinked. “Look out for me? I’ve been out for just two hours!”

“Yeah, but you are late for dinner!” Olga replied, rolling her eyes as she urged the girl inside into the kitchen.

“What dinner?” 

“Tonight’s dinner!” Alexia said, exasperated as she handed Y/n a stack of plates. “I told you about it.”

“No, you didn’t!” Y/n said, automatically setting the table, putting one plate down after the other.

“Yes, she did, cariño,” Olga said, passing by holding a salad bowl. “This time I have to agree with Ale.”

Y/n huffed and watched the table she had just set. One, two, three…four plates?

Y/n frowned. “Who’s coming–?”

Ding dong.

Alexia placed a hand on her shoulder, guiding her gently but firmly. “Nena, get the door while we finish setting the table.”

“Me?” Y/n asked, pointing at herself. “I’m disgusting!”

Ding dong

Alexia pointed at the door, her voice more stern. “Go.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, still confused as she trudged to the door.

It was probably Alba coming. It had to be Alba. They always did those dinner dates every once in a while.

‘Please be Alba. Anyone…boring. Anyone safe.’ Y/n thought, not wanting to deal with another dinner with hers and Alexia’s manager or Olga’s coworkers 

Y/n got close to the door, trying to get rid of the leaves of grass on her top, and quickly ran her hands through her hair, trying to look a little presentable. She put on her default polite smile and breathed.

She opened the door, then she completely froze.

Kika stood there, holding a flower pot tight to her chest. Her eyes were wide, nervous, as if she also didn’t expect Y/n to be on the other side of the door either.

Okay. Everything was fine.

Kika was at her door. On their day off. Holding flowers. And unfairly cute. 

Yes. Alexia had definitely not told Y/n about this dinner. Y/n would remember if she had told her Kika would be coming tonight.

“…Hi,” Kika said, voice small. “Sorry, I hit the doorbell twice, I didn’t hear it quite well the first time.”

Y/n blinked, looking at the flowers, then at Kika and then gluing her eyes to the sunflowers like they might explode. “What the he–”

“Can I give them to you or…?” Kika extended her arms with the flowers, urging Y/n to take them, but she didn’t; instead, she just watched as Kika’s hand wrapped around the flower pot.

Y/n opened and closed her mouth, almost like a fish.

“The flowers?” Y/n finally asked. “I mean, do you wanna give me the flowers?”

Now it was Kika’s turn to open and close her mouth.

“Yes, I-I guess?” Kika said, flushing.

“You bought me flowers?!” Y/n said.

“No! I mean–yes? No. I bought them for Olga and Alexia.” Kika said, fidgeting. “I mean, it’s kind of…hm…It’s a house gift! So I guess… yes? You can take them–since you live at this house?”

“Oh. Okay,” Y/n said, a little too quickly. “So they’re for the house. Not for me.”

“Right,” Kika nodded. “House flowers.”

Y/n looked down. Then up. Then back at the flowers.

Kika shifted her weight and cleared her throat. “You've got a little something–” she pointed at Y/n’s head. “It’s a leaf…in your hair.”

“What?” Y/n stiffened

“It looks like a whole branch, actually,” Kika said, tilting her head.

Before Y/n could shake the…branch away, Olga swept in and dodged Y/n to the side, giving a disappointed side eye,  muttering something.

Y/n grasped it as ‘hopeless’.

“Oh, Kikinha,” Olga said quickly, taking the pot from the girl’s hand and kissing her cheeks. “You bought us flowers! That’s so sweet of you!”

Y/n just stood there like her brain had short-circuited. 

Kikinha? Were Kika and Olga the best of friends now? Greta, they had nicknames now.

Olga welcomed Kika, a hand on her back as she led her through the hall. Y/n didn't realise Alexia was also there, in the doorway, watching with an amused smile on.

Y/n had the impression that they had been watching her interaction with Kika. 

At dinner, Y/n tried to sit as far from Kika as humanly possible. But Olga just smiled and tugged her chair closer to Kika–way closer.

“Come sit here, cariña!” Olga patted at the seat beside Kika as she took her own place on the other side of the table, by Alexia’s side.

Y/n glared internally, but sat down anyway, shuffling her chair ever-so-slightly away, which resulted in an embarrassing screech of wood against tile that echoed through the room, indicating very well what Y/n was doing.

Silence.

Y/n smiled awkwardly and plopped herself down to her chair, Kika’s tight, very close to her own.

They began to eat as Olga chatted away, completely oblivious to Y/n’s rising panic.

It wasn’t that Y/n wasn't happy that Kika came over to dinner. It was just that she wasn’t prepared. Before training, she would give herself a pep talk, urging herself to act normal, cool and collected.

But right now? She was everything but collected. Y/n looked like a mess while Kila looked pretty. Y/n smelled like sweat while Kika had the sweetest perfume on.

“Do you want rice, Alexia?” Olga asked.

“No, tha–”

Too late.

Olga scooped a generous spoonful onto Alexia’s plate before she could finish.

Alexia smiled resignedly before eating.

“Kikinha, you should come around more often!” Olga added happily, taking salad from the bowl and serving herself and then Alexia, who once again didn’t request any food.

‘Come here more often?’ Y/n squinted her eyes at Olga. This didn’t seem like a normal dinner. It felt more like a trap.

“So, how’s the adaptation going, Kika?” Alexia asked, staring sadly at the lettuce Olga had put on her plate.

“It’s nice being away from my parents for the first time.” Kika smiled shyly. “I lived in Portugal my whole life, and now. It’s like I get to be freer. Like, I can make my own choices, you know?”

“Oh yeah, that’s the best thing ever, sweetie,” Olga nodded. “You get to make your own rules, all that.”

“So, how’s training been for you lately, Kika?” Alexia chimed in, still trying to avoid the lettuce.

“It’s intense, but I love it,” Kika said. “I’m starting to get the hang of things. I feel like I’m learning a lot from everyone– especially from you, Alexia.”

Alexia smiled smugly, and Y/n kicked her under the table. Not enough to hurt, just enough to deflate her ego.

Olga turned to Kika, smiling warmly. “Do you get much free time outside of training, Kika?”

“Not a lot– our schedule is crazy–but it’s enough to do some fun things!”

“What do you like to do, sweetheart?”

“Hm, I like to walk around, explore. It’s beautiful here.” Kika said, taking a bite from her food. “There’s a lot of old buildings, good food, and pretty places…”

“You should take Estrelita with you!” Olga beamed, pointing at Y/n, who was slowly leaning back in her chair, as if trying to disappear. “She never goes out. She’s lived here her whole life but barely knows the city!”

Y/n froze, eyes darting to Kika as she felt her cheeks blush instantly. Great. Now Kika was going to think she was some sorta antisocial freak. 

She could feel Kika’s gaze drifting towards her, but she didn’t look up, instead, she just stared at her fork as if it were the most interesting thing in the world.

“Come on, cariño,” Olga pressed. “You two would have a great time. Right, Kika?”

Kika blinked. “Hm… sure! We could…go for a walk? Or something.”

“You know, Estrelita’s favorite ice cream place is just a few blocks away from here,” Olga said, dodging Y/n’s leg that tried to kick her. Instead, Olga casually hooked her ankle around Y/n’s and held her in place under the table, smiling sweetly as she spoke. “You should take Kika there sometime, nena.”

“It got closed,” Y/n deadpanned,  trying to wriggle her leg free, but in the process, she accidentally kicked Alexia’s shin.

Alexia winced. “Ouch!”

“Oh, why did it close?” Olga asked quickly, trying to be louder than Alexia ,still holding Y/n’s leg.

Poor Kika looked from Alexia, then to Olga, then to Y/n with a confused expression on.

“Sanitary inspection,” Y/n muttered. “Rats and all that.”

The table went completely silent.

Kika paused mid-chew, fork frozen halfway to her mouth.

Olga blinked. “Well… maybe don’t go to Y/n’s place of choice, Kikinha.”

“I think rats are cute,” Kika offered quietly.. 

Everyone turned to look at her.

“I mean–not like in ice cream.” She added quickly. “ Just… in general. As animals.”

Y/n stared at her.

Y/n watched as Kika’s cheek blushed. “I didn't mean as pets... I've never had a rat–or any rodent–as a pet,” Kika said, trying very hard to explain herself over something that really didn’t need explaining. 

“I saw the other day a video about a rat painting with its paw,” Y/n said with a smile, hoping it would ease the tension. “I thought it was cute.”

“Oh, I also saw it,” Kika said, smiling.

“You know, nena had a rat when she was younger,” Olga chimed in, nodding as if this was a perfectly normal conversation to be having over dinner.

“Oh, Y/n had a rat when she was younger,” Olga chimed, trying to fix whatever happened to their whole conversation. 

“It was a guinea pig,” Alexia murmured, correcting Olga under her breath.

Olga let go of Y/n’s leg to kick Alexia lightly under the table, but it only landed directly on Alexia's knee.

Hard.

“Olguita!” Alexia gasped, jerking back on her chair. “My ACL!”

“Oh!” Kika said, eyes wide with concern.

Y/n dropped her fork and stared at the whole scene in front of her. They really couldn't have a nice and normal dinner, could they?

“Oh, I’m sorry, amor,” Olga said, urging Alexia to get up from the chair, hands on her shoulder. “Let’s go to the living room, I’ll get you some ice. Just elevate it, okay? It's fine!”

Olga grabbed Alexia by her shoulder and gently guided her towards the hallway. “Perdón, mi amor, no fue mi intención pegarte, fue sin querer.” [I’m sorry, my love, I didn’t mean to hurt you.]

And just like that, they were gone.

 And Kika and Y/n were alone.

Y/n stared at her plate. The silence was loud.

Kika cleared her throat, attempting to break the awkward silence. “So… you had a guinea pig?”

“Not quite the same as rats.”Y/n glanced up, smiling faintly.

Kika nodded quickly, a hint of a smile. “Right, less…tails.”

“His name was Cerdito.”

“That’s a cute name,” Kika said softly, poking at the piece of broccoli still on her plate.

“Yeah.”

Silence.

“Alexia killed him,” Y/n added.

“Oh.”

“I left him out in the yard to get some sunlight,” Y/n continued. “She didn't know and was practicing her shooting.”

Kika's fork froze mid-air. "That's..terrible."​

"We had a whole burial for him," Y/n said.

Kika searched Y/n's face. “Poor Cerdito.”

"Yeah," Y/n agreed. "He never saw it coming."

..

Notes: this is my contribution to our Kika obsession ok!!

Also, I gave myself more freedom to just write awkward dialogues for those too, something I feel like people will cringe too much, but then I realised that's exactly what Kika and Yn feel, so why not? haha

Hope you liked it!! Please let me know what u think.

PART 4 HERE

[pitlanepeach]

From Eden | Chapter Seven pt.2 (7/8)

Oscar Piastri x Francesca Gold (OFC)

Summary — Francesca Gold is an introvert with a quiet life and a Youtube channel where she talks about books, drinks too much tea, and rarely ever shows her face. She prefers it that way - tucked into her London flat with her cat, Henry, and safely hidden behind a screen.

Oscar Piastri is a Formula 1 driver. Fast-paced, high-stakes, always on the move. He hasn't read a book in years, but he's watched every single one of Francesca's videos. Just for the sound of her voice.

Following her on Instagram was a moment of weakness. He didn't think she'd notice.

She did.

Chapter Warnings — Agoraphobia, social anxiety, minor panic attack in public, Oscar speaking Spanish (brief, but ohmygawd), Christmas celebrations, brief sexual content.

Notes — Thanks for being patient with me for this one. I think I was lowkey procrastinating writing this because I’m going to miss them so much. Chapter 8 is also going to be a 2 parter, btw!

Oscar liked Spain.

He always had. There was something about the rhythm of the place — the slow, golden mornings, the late, laughter-filled dinners, the way the sun clung to his skin like honey, even in December. He’d spent a lot of time there over the past few years. For races, mostly. Training camps, media appearances, test days on sun-bleached tracks. It had always been somewhere he associated with purpose. With movement.

Now, though, it was different.

Now, he couldn’t walk the streets or breathe the air without feeling how it had shifted — how the fact that her parents had chosen to call this place home had altered everything.

(“They moved here after choosing early retirement,” Francesca had explained quietly, hours earlier in bed, when the sky was still indigo and the hotel was cloaked in silence. Her fingers had curled into the hem of his shirt like she was anchoring herself to him. Oscar’s hand had moved slowly through her hair, massaging her scalp the way she liked. Anything to soothe her.

“They emptied their bank accounts,” she went on. “Sold my childhood home.” Her voice cracked — not with tears, but with that quiet kind of ache that lived just under the surface. “We used to live in the countryside in Surrey, you know? I used to buy myself chickens with my pocket money.”

Oscar had smiled gently at that, picturing a younger version of her — tiny and stubborn, stomping around in bright yellow welly boots, giving all of the chickens names and backstories.

“That was five years ago, I think. I was seventeen. They sent me off to uni, helped me move into my dorm, and then a week later told me they’d sold the house. No warning. Just—‘Oh, by the way, we’re moving to Spain.’ Like it was no big deal.”

Oscar’s hand had stilled for a moment in her hair. His jaw ticked.

Seventeen.

She’d been seventeen. Still a teenager. Already struggling, freshly away from home, and they’d pulled up their roots and left the country. 

It hit him like a cold slap — not just how abrupt it had been, but how deeply, quietly cruel. How abandoned she would’ve felt, in the aftermath. 

Oscar knew what it was to leave home young. He’d gone off to boarding school when he was barely a teenager. Airports and hotels became familiar long before adulthood did. But even then — even in the loneliest, most exhausting moments — he’d still had people checking in. His parents had never disappeared. They’d driven hours to stand at cold karting tracks and sit through painful sponsor meetings. They'd never made him feel like he had to face the world without them.

Francesca, though — she'd been left to do it all on her own. She hadn’t had a team behind her or a goal pulling her forward. She’d just been a kid. 

She would’ve needed more. More reassurance. More patience. More love.

And they hadn’t given her any of it.

“My sister didn’t care,” she continued. “She was already living with whatever boyfriend she had at the time — Ian, I think his name was. But it was my home, you know? I thought I’d get to come back to it. I thought—” She stopped. Shrugged. “Anyway. Yeah. That’s how they ended up living here, and I stayed in England.”

Her voice was flat, stripped of emotion, and Oscar hated it. 

He didn’t say anything at first. Mostly because if he did, he was pretty sure it would come out too sharp, too cutting — the kind of thing he wouldn’t be able to take back. He could feel the words rising in him anyway, bitter and hot in his throat.

But she didn’t need his anger. 

Instead, his fingers slid across the sheets and found hers under the covers, cool and curled and a little tense. He squeezed gently — once, then again. It wasn’t just for comfort.

It was a promise. A quiet vow etched into the space between them.

Never again, baby.

He didn’t say it out loud. He didn’t need to.

She gave the smallest squeeze back.)

— 

He kept his hood up as he walked, hands in the pockets of his hoodie, trainers silent on the cobbled pavement. It was early still — the kind of soft morning that made everything feel gentler than it really was — but the streets were beginning to stir. The occasional bark of a dog, a child singing a Christmas carol at the top of their voice, the low murmur of Spanish slipping between couples on their balconies.

Oscar moved quietly through it all, sunglasses tugged low even though the sun hadn’t quite made it over the rooftops yet. He wasn’t trying to draw attention. He never really was. Still, it happened sometimes.

And it did, halfway down the block.

Two teenagers in matching puffer jackets, shoulders hunched and earbuds in, passed him and then doubled back a few seconds later, whispering frantically. He caught the shift in their pace, the cautious glance from one of them as she pulled out her phone and raised it subtly.

He offered a quick smile, nodding once, but didn’t stop. He didn’t really mind — he never had, it was all part of the life he’d chosen — but right now, his mind was too full of Francesca.

Of how small she’d looked yesterday. Of how quiet she’d been all night.

Of how she’d pressed her nails into her palms. How she'd barely touched her food. How her mother’s voice had hovered sharp in the air like static, and her sister’s laugh had stung like vinegar on a paper cut.

Oscar exhaled slowly as he turned the corner, the warm scent of coffee and sugar curling out into the street ahead of him.

He was trying. Trying to give her something soft in the middle of all this hardness. Trying to make up for years that aren’t his to make up for.

He stepped into the café, the bell overhead jingling softly. The woman behind the counter greeted him in rapid Spanish, and he answered with a polite smile and a “Dos cafés con leche, por favor,” his Australian accent thick, but his Spanish passable. Then, pointing to the glass case filled with pastries, he added, “Y... algo dulce. Lo mejor.” Something sweet. The best one.

Because that’s what Francesca deserved.

Something warm. Something kind. Something good. 

He balanced the tray carefully as he stepped out of the café, the door swinging shut behind him with a soft click. Two coffees, one with oat milk — hers, obviously — and a small white paper bag full of whatever pastries the woman behind the counter had insisted were the best. He hadn’t asked questions. Just smiled and handed over a few notes, trusting her judgement more than his own half-asleep cravings.

The air had warmed a little since he left the hotel, sunlight stretching long and golden across the pavement. The buildings threw soft shadows. There were more people out now, the small Spanish town waking up, but still no one paid him much mind. 

Again, his hood was up. His head was down.

And his thoughts were full of her.

He took a slow breath.

Australia.

The word itself felt too big to say out loud yet. But it had been circling his brain since the moment he got off the phone with his mum the night before. Since she’d told him, so casually, Book the flight. Bring her home. Like it was the easiest thing in the world. Like he wasn’t dealing with something so fragile, carrying her heart in his hands, trying to protect it from every sharp corner.

But maybe it was the right thing. Maybe it would be good for her. Sunshine. Real family. Space to breathe. Not her parents’ house, but his. His world. The people who already loved her without even really knowing her yet.

Oscar reached the corner and paused, waiting for the light to change. He shifted the tray to one hand, his fingers curling tight around the edge.

He didn’t want to push. That was the biggest thing. Francesca had spent so long being tugged around by people who didn’t listen; didn’t care. He never wanted to be another person adding pressure to her shoulders.

But God, he wanted her there. Wanted her to see what family could feel like. Wanted to fall asleep next to her with the windows open to the summer air and sand still on their legs. Wanted to show her his world — not the racing one, not the public one, but the real one.

He crossed the street, hotel coming into view ahead. They had the rest of the day ahead of them. No more family obligations. Just each other.

Maybe he’d ask her after breakfast.

Or maybe he’d crawl back into bed beside her, tuck the duvet around her shoulders, kiss her temple, and then ask.

Yeah. That sounded good. 

— 

iMessage — Hattie & Francesca 

Hattie

has he asked you yet???? 👀

Francesca 

asked me what???

good morning to you too btw

wait what time is it there 

oh just checked lol. good afternoon 

Hattie 

okay so here’s a rly fun idea!!!!!

let’s pretend none of this happened ok

actually i think i have the wrong number! 

Francesca 

hattie. piastri. 

Hattie 

NO DON’T BIG SISTER ME OMG

oscar is going to kill me. 

— 

Francesca was staring at her phone, an amused little frown pulling at her brows, when Oscar came back into the room. He was balancing two coffees and a small paper bag that smelled like sugar and something warm and buttery. Her stomach made an embarrassing sound and she felt her cheeks flush when he smirked at her, clearly having heard it.

“I wasn’t too long?” he asked, then gave her phone a glance. “Everything okay? Is it Katie?”

She shook her head with a soft laugh, her face still a little pink from the noise her stomach had made. “No, not Katie. Your sister, actually. Wanna tell me what’s going on?” She tried to sound casual, but there was a small edge of stress in her voice that made her question if she’d pulled it off.

He frowned, brow furrowing as he took in her words. “What do you mean?”

Francesca held up her phone, her finger pointed at the messages from Hattie. “She’s acting weird. Like, really weird,” she said, her voice laced with curiosity and a bit of concern, watching his expression closely as she waited for his response.

"Right," he muttered under his breath, his voice carrying the weight of frustration and quiet tenderness. He handed her the coffee labeled ‘oat, vanilla’ and placed the small paper bag of pastries down on the bed, his eyes never leaving her. Francesca held the coffee up to her face, breathing in deeply, and Oscar caught the small hum of appreciation that escaped her lips. It made his heart feel a little lighter, as though the world was right, even just for a moment.

But he had to get this out. 

“I spoke to my mum last night, once you were asleep,” he said, taking a step back, trying to give her the space to absorb it. He leaned against the edge of the bed, making sure to keep his posture open, inviting her into the conversation but giving her full control. “She wants us to go to Australia.”

Francesca’s fingers curled around the warmth of her coffee cup, her brow furrowing in confusion. Her eyes met his with a quiet surprise, and her lips parted as she tried to process his words. “Wait, what?” Her voice was soft, vulnerable, almost a whisper. “When?”

“Now,” Oscar replied, his voice steady but gentle. “Tomorrow, ideally. Before Christmas, really.” He knew how much the timing mattered. It was already the 18th. 

The plan had been to stay in Spain, to spend the holidays with her family. But now… now, things were different.

“I know we were going to stay here with your family,” he continued, shifting slightly as his gaze softened. “But I also know that after… well, after last night…” He let out a small, involuntary breath at the memory. (A hitched breath, her skin pressed against his, her lips against his neck as she said “I don’t want them in my life anymore. I’m done with them, Osc. For good.”) He exhaled slowly, trying to ground himself, his thoughts clear but filled with an ache for her. “I just wanted you to know that it’s an option, yeah?” 

Francesca blinked, clearly caught off guard, her eyes flickering downward as she processed his words. The silence stretched just enough for Oscar to notice the subtle shift in her—her shoulders sagged slightly, her brows knitting together as she turned the idea over in her mind. He could almost hear the quiet clamour of her thoughts, a whirlwind of everything she’d been holding inside for so long.

“You don’t have to decide right now,” he told her gently, his voice dropping to a soft, soothing tone. He didn’t want to pressure her, not when it came to something so big. “We could go to Australia. We could spend Christmas there, if that’s what you want. Or we could fly back to London, steal Henry back from Katie, and have Christmas at the flat, just the three of us. We could even stay here. Have a hotel Christmas. Order room service turkey sandwiches, get cozy in bed, and binge every single Home Alone movie.” His lips quirked into a small smile at the thought. “Anything, baby.” 

"Does your bedroom still look like it did when you were a kid?" she asked softly, breaking the quiet space between them. The question came almost aimlessly. 

Oscar made a face. "Yeah. Posters and all. Still got a few of my old racing suits tucked away in the wardrobe, too." His voice was warm, but there was something vulnerable in it too, a hint of nostalgia — the kind of nostalgia that only came from places you’d outgrown, yet could never fully leave behind.

Francesca set her coffee down on the side table. Then, without thinking, she crawled over to him on the bed, her body fluid and natural in the way that only happened when she was with him. Kneeling up close to him, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer with a quiet, almost imperceptible sigh.

"I miss Henry," she confessed quietly, her voice muffled against the side of his neck. It was a small admission, but it carried the weight of everything she hadn’t fully said yet. The empty space where Henry usually curled up on the couch, the quiet moments where her hands itched to brush his fur.

"Me too," Oscar admitted, his voice low, his arms instinctively wrapping around her, pulling her just a little tighter.

She let out a soft breath, resting her cheek against his chest for a beat, before sitting back slightly to look at him. Her eyes were softer now, but the flicker of uncertainty was still there, dancing behind them. "But I do want to see Hattie again. And I want to eat barbecue food on Christmas Day and sunbathe on Boxing Day." Her lips curved up a little at the thought, and for a moment, the heaviness of the conversation seemed to lighten. Still, she stared at him, her gaze more serious now. “It’s a lot, Osc. I prepared myself for Spain. I don’t… I don’t have anything with me. I—” She paused, taking in a shallow breath, like she could already feel the weight of the change pressing down on her. “I can already feel myself starting to get worked up about this.”

He let her speak, his hand coming up to gently brush her hair back from her face, his fingers lingering at the curve of her jaw, grounding her.

“I know,” he murmured softly, his voice full of understanding. “It’s a big thing, and I didn’t want to spring it on you like this, especially after everything with your family. But I just need you to know it’s an option, yeah?”

She nodded, her gaze softening as she took in his words. Then, without warning, she leaned up and kissed him gently, a quiet affirmation that spoke louder than any words could.

“Can we eat now?” She asked quietly, almost shyly, as if the simplicity of the request could bring some semblance of normalcy back.

He let out a small laugh, the tension melting from his shoulders as he cupped her face in his hands. “Of course we can, baby,” he said, his voice low and tender.

She smiled, the corners of her eyes crinkling as she pulled away and reached for the paper bag of pastries.

— 

TWO DAYS LATER

iMessage — Katie & Francesca 

Francesca 

send me photos of my son pls 

Katie

*5 photos of Henry sleeping, belly-up, on Katie’s silk bedsheets*

Aren’t you literally on an international flight right now?

Francesca 

osc bought me wifi hehe 

so i could reply to the comments on my new vid 

he’s the best. 

Katie 

Millionaire bf buys you airline wifi and you’re impressed….?

Francesca 

I’m like 90% sure the only thing ive spent my money on since meeting this man is rent. and he tried to talk me into putting that in his name last week. 

Katie 

… 

I think I’m turned on  

Francesca 

keep that to urself pls

just send me more pictures of my son

oscar wants to see the baby 

Katie

*4 photos of Henry, staring at the camera, unimpressed*

— 

The hot evening air kissed Francesca’s skin as she walked barefoot along the shoreline, the soft sand slipping between her toes with each step. The rhythm of the waves crashing against the beach was a calming constant, yet her heart beat erratically in her chest, a mix of adrenaline and something else she couldn’t quite place. 

The hum of the airport still lingered in her mind, the whirlwind of the past few days — the multiple flights, the onslaught of newness, the heavy discomfort that had settled in her bones. 

She stopped, her feet sinking a little deeper into the sand, and let out a quiet breath, her fingers threading through the loose strands of her hair. “It’s all so... different,” she said quietly, her voice almost lost in the roar of the waves. 

Oscar turned to face her, his expression soft but alert. “Different good or different... not so good?” 

Francesca smiled faintly, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. She looked back out at the dark horizon, the blackness of the sea melding with the sky, the sound of the waves rolling over her thoughts. “I don’t know. I think it’s just... I can’t believe I did this, Osc.”

Oscar hummed softly, the sound rich with understanding, a quiet vibration through his chest as he held her. His hand, warm and steady, reached out, gently guiding her down, not onto the sand but onto his lap, letting her find a place there, nestled against him. She let him guide her without protest, her body naturally folding as she settled, curling into him like she always had, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Her head fell to rest on his shoulder, her nose brushing the crook of his neck, where the faint scent of him — wood, salt, and something undeniably him — soothed her in ways she hadn’t realised she needed. The warm night air danced around them, but it didn’t reach the warmth of his skin.

Oscar’s fingers stroked through her hair, not with urgency, but with a calm rhythm. She could feel the subtle tension of his muscles beneath her cheek, his heartbeat steady and solid against her ear.

Francesca’s eyes fluttered shut, her chest rising and falling as she let herself relax into him, allowing the quiet weight of the night to press down on her, to settle the storm that had been brewing ever since she’d turned to him and said, “Okay, let’s go to Australia. I want to spend Christmas with your family.”

Tiny bruises marred the smooth skin of his neck, visible only when she looked up close — tiny marks, fang marks. They weren’t anything particularly dramatic, but to Francesca, they were something else entirely. They were her mark on him. 

She liked seeing them there. They made him more real, more hers in a way that the world couldn’t take from her. A part of him that she had a claim to — just like he had a claim to her entire soul. 

Her breath evened out, the warmth of his body wrapping around her like a protective shield.

“I can’t believe I actually did it,” she murmured again, her voice barely audible, but the words were a confession she hadn’t known she needed to say aloud. “I— I’m really happy. Overwhelmed. Scared. I wish I had a machine that would send me back to my flat right now, but…” She paused, taking a breath, letting the weight of the moment sink in. “I’m so happy.”

His hand trailed slowly down her back, the motion lazy and comforting, until it rested over her hip, pressing her closer into him. “Love you. Proud of you.” He mumbled. 

She kissed his neck. Then she bit him. 

Just because she could. 

—

Christmas Day was a blur of laughter, food, sunshine, and Oscar. The air was warm, the sun shining down in that way only Australia could, and everything felt like a slow, peaceful escape from reality. 

Nicole was already in her Pilates clothes, singing Christmas carols as she cooked breakfast, her voice bright and full of joy. "It's a tradition," she explained, when Francesca raised an eyebrow, confused. "My class does a special Christmas Day session. I can't miss it!”

Hattie had woken them up with a loud, cheery “Santa’s been!” that made Francesca laugh despite herself. She buried herself deeper into the warmth of Oscar’s chest, the weight of him comforting in the best way. They were still tucked up in his childhood bedroom, surrounded by old medals, trophies, and photographs from every year of his racing career. Being there felt intimate in such a specific, beautiful way.

The presents were piled under the tree when they made their way downstairs. Nicole handed out glasses of iced mochas instead of hot chocolate — her own twist on Christmas tradition — and the air was filled with the laughter of Hattie teasing her parents about her presents and Oscar rolling his eyes at her brattiness, but smiling all the while. By midday, they’d all made their way out into the garden, basking in the warmth of the sun. 

Chris had, of course, taken charge of the barbecue, declaring himself the “master of meat,” and making it clear that Hattie wasn’t allowed anywhere near the grill. “She’s got a bit of a hairspray addiction. Think it’s just a phase,” Nicole had whispered to Francesca, her tone conspiratorial.

Despite the whirlwind of it all, Francesca quickly found her place in the chaos. It was nothing like the Christmases she’d known—those were quieter, more subdued. This one was louder, brighter, warmer. Every moment felt larger than life.

As for Oscar… she had given him his present at midnight, when they were tucked in bed, the world outside quiet and still. She’d felt a wave of anxiety when she handed him it over, wrapped in cat-print paper. She watched his hands as he unwrapped it. 

“Is this what I think it is?” he asked, his voice low, quiet, and warm. 

She nodded, biting her bottom lip, her heart thumping in her chest. She reached over, took the book from him with hands that were slightly unsteady, and flipped to a few pages in — the dedication. All for him.

For you, Osc. Thank you for giving me the kind of love that people write novels about — it made this book possible.

He stared at the words for a long, breathless moment. He held the book carefully, like it was something sacred. Then, slowly, as if in reverence, he placed the proof copy of her debut novel on his bedside table, out of harm’s way.

Without a word, he reached for her, pulling her against him with a force that sent her breath rushing out. And then, with the kind of desperation that only comes when two hearts know exactly what they mean to each other, he kissed her — deep and messy and raw. 

— 

Now, sitting beside him in the warmth of the sun, a gentle breeze teasing her hair, Francesca found herself thinking that maybe all of the fear had been worth it, just to be here with him.

Her gaze drifted down to her finger, where her new promise ring rested. It fit her perfectly, a delicate band of silver that caught the light and shimmered softly under the sunlight. Nothing flashy or extravagant — just simple, understated beauty. 

A quiet, constant reminder of the fact that she was his, and he was hers. 

He’d given it to her in the kitchen, the morning still quiet, the rest of the family occupied elsewhere. He’d lifted her up, setting her gently on the counter, and stepped between her legs. Then, from the pocket of his sweatpants, he pulled out the small, velvet box, his fingers brushing hers as he handed it to her.

She’d held the box like it was fragile, as if it might shatter in her hands, until he chuckled softly and said, “It’s not that. Not yet, baby. This is just something to keep your finger warm in the meantime, yeah?”

Her eyes brimmed with emotion as she slowly cracked the box open, her breath catching in her throat. Inside, nestled on a soft velvet bed, was a silver band. When she examined it closer, she saw that it resembled a delicate piece of string, tied in a knot, dipped in silver. The design was youthful, understated — perfect in its simplicity. It was everything and more. 

Oscar reached over and took her hand, his thumb brushing lightly over her knuckles, grounding her back in the moment.

She turned to look at him, eyes soft, the sunlight catching the gold flecks in her irises.

“Okay?” he asked, his voice gentle, careful.

She nodded, a smile tugging at her lips. “Yeah. Okay.”

Without a word, he brought her hand to his mouth and pressed a kiss to the promise ring. Slow, intentional — like he was sealing a vow.

Francesca could feel Nicole watching them from across the garden. She didn’t need to look to know—there was a certain warmth in the air, a gentle kind of attention that made her skin prickle in the nicest way. Nicole was probably smiling. She did that often—soft and full of quiet pride, overjoyed in that tender, maternal way only a mother could be when watching her son so clearly in love.

(“Thank you for making him so happy,” she’d said to Francesca a few nights ago, her voice thick with emotion.

Francesca had smiled, heart swelling, and replied just as softly, “Thank you for making him so perfect.”)

—

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bookishgoldie my first christmas in australia 🇦🇺

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user1 soft launch soft launch soft launch

user21 HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO BE CALM ABOUT THIS?????

user88 you actually went to australia? oh my god. im so proud of you. ♥ by bookishgoldie

user6 i know we’ve been seeing sm progress from her but this is crazy! GO FRANCESCA 📣

user76 yeah call me crazy for being able to tell from one picture, but that’s oscar piastri’s hand and i know that for a fact 🤡

user61 right like i recognise that vein

user76 GIRL RIGHT!!!!! 😭😭😭

user39 IS THAT A RING???????

bookishgoldie a promise ring 🫶

user76 OH IM FUCKINF JDJDJDNFJ

user39 ohmygodhdhdjf

user50 that is the cutest thing ever. so happy for u francesca ♥ by bookishgoldie

oscarpiastri 🎄🎁☀️

user81 what the fuck does that mean

user95 CAN SOMEONE SMARTER THAN ME DECODE THIS PLEASE

user72 first time he ever actually comments on one of her posts and it’s this??? OSCAR WTF

bookishgoldie 📚🎄🧘‍♀️

user81 oh ffs she’s just as bad as he is

user74 they’re so fucking annoying 😃

—

iMessage — Katie & Francesca 

Francesca 

*picture of hand wearing ring*

he got me a promise ring

its perfect. i love it so much

Katie 

Oh holy shit

I knew he was perfect for you but he keeps proving it 

The ring is beautiful, babe. SO perfect for you. 

Francesca 

merry christmas, i love you and im so glad that ur my best friend

Katie 

Merry Christmas, Fran. I love you so much <3333333

—

She had a panic attack in Melbourne airport. 

It hit her just past customs. The flicker of fluorescent lights, the overwhelming movement of people weaving in every direction — it all closed in at once. Her chest tightened. The ground beneath her feet felt like it might disappear. Her knees felt weak.

She stopped walking. Her breath hitched. She felt acid rise in her throat, burning and painful and foul. 

“Hey, hey,” Oscar murmured, already at her side, already shifting his body to shield her from everyone and everything around them. “You with me, baby?”

She shook her head, eyes wide, blinking fast. Her fingers trembled. She couldn’t breathe — at least, not the way her body was demanding. They came fast and gasping, her lungs burning with the effort. 

Oscar’s hands found hers, warm and steady, his grasp on her tight. “Alright. It’s okay. You’re okay,” he said gently, like they had all the time in the world. “Let’s do Dr. Kapoor’s thing, yeah? Just you and me. Nothing else matters right now.”

People were watching. They were staring at her. She could feel them. Hear them talking about her. She whimpered, shaking, trembling, and Oscar cursed under his breath and just… dropped his backpack on the ground between them and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her flush against his chest and resting his chin on her forehead, holding her tight, tight tight. 

“Five in,” he said softly, against the top of her ear. “We’re just breathing now. That’s all. Ready? In... one, two, three, four, five.”

She inhaled shakily, trying to match him.

“Hold it for four. That’s it. Just like she showed us. And now — out for seven. Long and slow. You’re doing so good,” Oscar whispered. “You’ve got this, baby. You’ve done this before. You know that it works”

She nodded against his chest, barely, and her breathing eventually began to steady. Her shoulders loosened, and she let herself sink against him rather than standing stiff against him. His grip on her loosened, but he didn’t let her go.

“Almost home,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her temple. “And you know who’s gonna be waiting for us?”

She managed a weak smile up at him. “Henry.”

“Exactly. Grumpy little man’s is going to be so excited to see us.”

She giggled wetly. “Yeah?” 

Oscar hummed, a smile tilting his lips. “Of course he is. So we’ll take him home and we’ll order Thai, put on some terrible movie, and he’ll sit between us and get so much love. You’ll be in your comfies, I’ll make you as much tea as you want. Sound good?”

She looked up at him, eyes still glassy but grounded now. “Yeah,” she whispered. “That sounds really good. Perfect.”

“Alright then,” he smiled, brushing a piece of hair out of her face. He stepped back, graved her hand, pulled it to his lips, and brushed his lips against her ring. “Let’s go home.”

— 

iMessage — Nicole & Oscar

Nicole 

I love you both so much. Thank you for giving me the best Christmas in years. All of my babies under my roof, happy and healthy. It meant the world, Oscar. 

Oscar 

Love you mum. Text you when we land x

— 

Curled up in her chair on the plane, noise cancelling headphones on, she turned and slid them off of her head when Oscar tapped her wrist with the back of his knuckles.

“Got you WiFi again,” he said, holding up his phone with a small grin. “You can edit your vlog, if you want. Or just scroll TikTok. Whatever you want.”

Francesca laughed quietly, touched in that quiet, full way she always was when he did things like this — small, thoughtful, kind, always without having to be asked. “You didn’t have to. I have, like, six new books to read.”

“I know,” he said, shrugging, “but you get that little crease between your brows when you’re stressed about not having a video ready to post, and it’s cute for about five seconds, and then it starts to stress me out.”

She rolled her eyes, but she was already pulling her laptop from her backpack and handing it to him with a flutter of her eyelashes and a ‘log me in, please?’

As she edited, he shifted beside her, reading through some sim feedback on his iPad but glancing over occasionally, watching the little preview box as clips of Christmas lunch, fairy lights, and soft-focus shots of the Christmas lights they’d driven out of town to see.

About halfway through the flight, with the video mostly stitched together, Francesca hesitated. Her fingers hovered over her trackpad.

Then, before she could lose her nerve, she clicked open a new tab, pulled up Pinterest, and navigated to a board. She stared at it for a second.

“Osc,” she said, her voice just above a whisper, “can I show you something?”

He looked over instantly, setting his iPad down. “Course.”

She turned the screen toward him. Dozens of carefully saved pins filled the board — sun-washed balconies, neutral-toned kitchens, mismatched bookshelves, tiny espresso cups on marble counters, linen curtains blowing in from open windows. All nestled under the board title: Monaco Apartment.

For a beat, he didn’t say anything. Just looked.

“This is beautiful,” he said softly. “Is this…?”

She nodded, cheeks warming. “Just something I’ve been playing with. I don’t know if— I mean… I wanted you to see it. I think… If I can do this.” She gestured around them vaguely. “Then I— I think I can do that. Move. Be with you. By the water.”

Oscar smiled slowly, fully. “‘Cesca,” he murmured, “It’ll happen for us if that’s what you want. I’ll make it happen for us.”

She didn’t say anything at first — just looked at him, eyes a little glassy, the corners of her mouth curved into something soft and full of hope.

“Okay,” she whispered.

He reached over and tapped one of the pins — a small, sunlit reading nook tucked between two windows. “That one’s got your name all over it. We’ll put Henry’s bed right there.”

—

Back in London, the city muffled by rain and fog outside their window, they were tangled beneath the duvet, warm and quiet and exactly where they wanted to be. Henry was curled between their feet under the sheets, a content little loaf of fur radiating sleepy heat. Francesca's head rested on Oscar’s chest, fingers tracing slow, absentminded shapes over the fabric of his T-shirt.

“It’s only been eight months,” she said quietly, her voice somewhere between awe and disbelief. “Since we started talking. Eight months.”

Oscar shifted slightly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Best eight months of my life,” he murmured, then paused. “I was gonna message you sooner, you know?”

She looked up at him, brow lifting in surprise. “Really?”

He gave a sheepish little smile, one shoulder twitching against the pillow. “Yeah. Ages ago, actually. You posted something about baking cupcakes and always wearing mismatched socks and I thought, yep, I’m in trouble. But I didn’t know what to say. Didn’t want to come off weird.” 

“You? Weird?” she teased, her voice soft and fond.

“I know,” he said, grinning. “Wild, right?”

They lapsed into comfortable silence again, the kind that didn’t need filling. Just the hum of the city beyond the window, the soft rise and fall of breath, Henry sighing in his sleep.

She pushed closer to him, nudging her head into his neck. “I want to go to the FIA Gala with you.” She whispered against his skin. 

Oscar stilled. It was subtle — just a fraction of a second — but she felt it. The faint pause in his breathing. The slight shift of his hand on her hip. It wasn’t disapproval. It wasn’t doubt in her. It was… fear, maybe. Concern. The protective kind.

But he didn’t verbalise it. 

He would never be the one to tell her what she could or couldn’t handle. Never be the one to limit her.

Instead, he reached for his phone on the bedside table, still half buried under the covers, and turned the screen on with a lazy swipe.

“I’ll let Zac know I’ll be bringing a plus one,” he said, then leaned down to kiss her forehead, his lips lingering like he wanted the words to sink straight into her skin. “I love you. You’re incredible, ‘Cesca.”

She smiled against his chest, letting the weight of him, of those words, settle around her. Her heart beat steady and sure, tethered to the sound of his.

“Love you too,” she whispered.

And even with Henry purring softly at their feet, even with the grey London sky pressing against the windows, her mind was already slipping forward — imagining the bright flash of cameras, the hum of a crowd, his hand wrapped tightly around hers. The noise. The nerves. The rush of it all. 

She wouldn’t be standing on the outside looking in.

She’d be there — with him. His partner. His biggest fan. 

His Francesca. 

—

The flat was warm, filled with the soft clatter of pots and pans and the distant sound of premature fireworks echoing somewhere nearby. From the living room, the low hum of the TV drifted into the kitchen, a comforting sort of background noise.

Oscar stood at the stove, sleeves pushed up, utterly focused. They were having lasagna and garlic bread — the fancy kind he’d ordered from a private chef instead of just grabbing it from Tesco like they normally would. Francesca sat cross-legged on the kitchen counter in a McLaren hoodie and black leggings, sipping wine and watching him with quiet affection.

No doubt he’d try to sneak a pile of green leaves onto her plate. She’d roll her eyes and grumble, but she’d eat them anyway — just to get him to shut up about it.

Henry sat nearby in his ridiculous little New Year’s bow tie, looking more dressed up than both of them combined. Oscar said he looked like a distinguished gentleman. Francesca said he looked bloody stupid — and painfully cute.

By the time the countdown started on the TV, they were full of carbs and tangled together on the couch, buried beneath a heap of blankets. Henry, having fought a long and noble battle with his bow tie, had finally torn it off and was now snoring in the crook of Francesca’s knees.

As the final seconds ticked down, Oscar reached for her hand, lacing their fingers together.

“This time last year, I didn’t know you,” he said.

She turned to him, eyes soft and shiny. “Osc…” she whispered.

“Now I can’t imagine being anywhere else.”

And when the clock hit midnight, he kissed her — slow and deep, with so much love behind it she felt it pulse through her like a second heartbeat.

Later, he pulled her into bed, and they welcomed the first hour of 2024 in a haze of pleasure. Soft moans. Back arches. Fingers gripping skin. His voice against her neck, low and growled; “Fuck, ‘Cesca.”

Afterward, she lay sprawled across his chest, their skin damp, her fingertips drawing idle lines back and forth across him.

“I think this is going to be a good year for us, Osc,” she murmured.

He tightened his arms around her, pressed a kiss to her hair, and said softly, “Let’s just start with a bath.”

She giggled — tired, happy, a little breathless. Then she let him scoop her up without protest, her arms winding around his neck as he carried her toward the bathroom, their bodies still warm and uncoiled. 

For now, the rest could wait. The year could wait. All that mattered was this — soft light, shared warmth, and the quiet, reverent promise of forever.

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bookishgoldie so much to look forward to in 2024 🎊

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oscarpiastri happy new year🥰 ♥ by bookishgoldie

user87 happy new year!!!! 🥳

user71 HAPPY NEW YEAR

user76 omg the mclaren lego AND the mclaren like ????? AND OSCAR BEING THE FIRST COMMENT LMAO

user14 their hardlaunch is going to be sooooo slay

user30 like we all know they’re together we’re just waiting for them to confirm it atp😭😭

user72 miss girl spent xmas in australia. they’re together together

katiebird happy new year, my lovely best friend!!!! so much excitement for us in 2024 ❤️

bookishgoldie so glad to have you in my life

user65 nobody talking about francesca literally posting (almost) a full face pic🥹🥹🥹 feel like a proud big sister rn

CHAPTER EIGHT

[shouyuus]

okay so what about vi as a parent…

send me vi thirsts and i'll give u my hand in marriage

OKAYYYYYYYY LOOK. we are tryna hURT today huh. no alright tho like it would depend on the kid. i deeply believe that vi as a girl!mom vs a boy!mom would be SO dif. (girl!mom vi under the cut)

bc like consider. boy!mom vi - always down to toss a ball around, always down to play wrestle and get down and dirty, gets too carried away playing all the time, youve DEF come home to the house just like an absolute WRECK of feathers and cut up paper and like the bedsheets stripped and flung over the dining chairs, ur son standing on top of the dining table as vi pretends to be "breaching the fortress" and they both freeze when you clear ur throat like "uhm... what's this now?"

vi looks at you with those big athena eyes of hers like "oH! welcome back baby! uh this is --" and ur son leaps down and throws himself at ur waist like, "momma said that if we take the bedsheets we can make a castle and a mote!" and vi glares but withers a little when you hitch an eyebrow in her direction "she DID, did she?"

"she also said that REAL knights definitely use rolling pins as -"

"OKAY kiddo -- ahaha, what did i say about spilling national secrets hm?"

ur son just looks confused for a second, swinging off your arm, "but -- but you said mummy's the princess and all this is for her!"

vi sputters for a solid three seconds before sighing and you laugh, picking up your son and pressing a kiss to his cheek, "aww, so this is all for me?" he giggles, nodding, throwing his arms around your neck.

vi chuckles, looking sheepish and rubbing the back of her neck.

"yep!" your son pulls back with a bright grin, "momma said that because we both love you most, we have to protect you with all our mights!"

you laugh, softening as you put your son down. "she said that, did she?" he nods fervently even as vi groans, running a hand over her face, her cheeks a deep maroon.

"well, since you both love me so much -- you wouldn't mind helping clean up the castle before the evening feast, would you?"

"feast?" they both look up, eyes bright.

you hold up the large bag of takeout and they both whoop, vi tugging you in for a long kiss, laughing when she pulls away.

"y'know. you really are... everything."

---

BUT NOW CONSIDER. girl!mom vi. who would be sweetest, most protective, bc you've seen her as a big sister to basically all the kids in zaun, and her own daughter???? she'd do anything for her. to the point where you sometimes have to remind her not to be too much, to let your daughter stumble sometimes, to make mistakes bc that's how you learn.

"but -- god. i'm just so terrified --"

"yeah, welcome to being a parent," you say, nosing into her cheek one night as you watch your daughter sleep, curled up on the bed between the pair of you, snoring slightly as she sleeps.

vi reaches down to run a hand through her hair, curling a strand around a finger, her eyes so soft it almost breaks your heart.

"yeah i know but..." vi's voice is tender, " thought having a little sister was bad..."

you laugh softly, pressing a kiss to vi's cheek.

"let's not jinx this."

vi's lips twitch, but her gaze stays warm. she pulls you into her side.

"you're gonna have to tie me up in the basement once she starts dating."

you snort, "tie you up? please. i'll have to call in favors with both jayce and mel -- maybe they've got something stocked up that'll keep you restrained but i know ropes aren't gonna do jack shit."

vi chuckles before her expression changes.

"promise me... things will be okay."

"hey -- look at me." you cup her cheek; she turns, her eyes a thunder-struck sea, the edge of the world on a rainy day.

"it'll be okay," you say, pressing your foreheads.

"thanks, cupcake. i love you."

you smile, tugging vi in for a kiss.

"yeah. i know. i love you too."

[sleepyangelkami]

Hi, I was thinking Vi x Reader. Where Reader is half human and half vampire and she hasn’t drink blood in weeks now and she is crazy starving. When Vi came back home from work she didn’t see her girlfriend in the living room but found her in their shared room facing back to her. Vi slowly walk to her but Reader flinched and not turning towards her. Reader explained why she is not turning towards her but Vi wants her to drink blood from her but Reader refuse because she might think that she will hurt Vi. Vi told her it is okay and Reader made a decision by letting her drink blood from Vi.

BOTTOMS UP .vi

 ☆ WORD COUNT - 1.5K

VI (ARCANE) X FEM!READER

 ☆ SUMMARY - vampire!reader hasn't been able to drink blood in what felt like forever. luckily for her, vi's there with open arms and an outstretched wrist. in fear of hurting her, you decline the offer but you and her both know you won't be able to refuse her much longer.

 ☆ WARNINGS - blood, vampire themes, def inaccurate description of vampires, petnames, use of y/n, use of good girl, thumb sucking?, sorta suggestive, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 🩷

your throat was dry and your head was pounding. you lay curled up in your bed, the blinds shut and your hands pressed against your face. you tried to shut everything out, block out the loud yells in your head. you were hungry, so very hungry.

but you were also sure that your girlfriend would be home soon.

piltover had put up the walls between zaun and piltover but jayce assured you that the walls wouldn't last long after seeing the worry written across your face. why? he wasn't sure. then again, neither did he deem it his business to ask. but with the walls being up between zaun and piltover, you had no way of getting into the woods. the place you went to when you were hungry.

you were a vampire, yes, had been for many years now, would be for the rest of eternity.

but you didn't feed on humans, no, you wouldn't even dream of it. despite your monster-like qualities, you vowed to be nothing like a monster. you didn't want to be the type of tale that scared kids, the type that their older siblings read before bed, just trying to get them riled up. you fed from animals, in the woods where no one would see you. and only one knew of your secret.

the same girl that was opening your front door.

"hey, cupcake." vi was walking through the door, tiredness evident in her voice. she found herself in your guys' shared bedroom as quick as lightning. ever since you'd moved out from your parents house, everything seemed so much smaller but with vi by your side, the world seemed to be filled with endless opportunities.

you didn't respond, but vi wasn't too concerned yet.

the curtains had been drawn, only she assumed that was due to the fact it was currently night and not the fact that your brain was in scrambles from when the sunlight was peeking through. she'd been working for a while now, helping out some kiramman girl with something she needed help on. she needed insight on the very city of zaun, the one vi had grown up in her entire life. so naturally, she didn't mind helping the girl. the one thing she didn't like? leaving you for so long.

you felt outstretched arms wrap around your torso, her head falling into your shoulder. only now, had you realised she'd been talking the past five minutes. "y'listening?" and your silence served as an answer enough. "hey, what's wrong, baby? you're being quiet." when she turned you around she could see your tear-stained under eyes and your pale complexion. "hey, what's wrong?"

you could see the worry coating her eyes and it made you impossible more guilty. "doesn't matter." but she could see by the under eye bags and your teased hair that it did matter.

"you're shaking." she commented, taking you into her arms with worry. at first, she would have assumed that you were sick. her hand placed itself on your forehead, feeling for any temperature. you were merely cold. "oh, is this a... you know, vamp thing?" you suddenly felt very embarrassed. "hey, hey, i'm not judging, you know that." her hands soothed down your arms, sitting up and pulling you with her. "i jus' wanna know what's wrong so i can help you."

"y'can't help." you spoke, looking away and not reaching her eyes.

but she wasn't having any of that. her fingers drew your chin back to her. "we don't know that until we try." she attempted at coaxing you. "jus' tell me wh's the matter?"

"the walls." your mumble caused her ears to perk under her bubblegum hair. "can't go into the woods."

"oh, baby." she frowned suddenly, realising she hadn't thought of that at all. "I was so wrapped up in working with caitlyn, i completely forgot."

but before you could even assure her that it was okay, your hands were pushing at her. "v-vi." trying to get away. with confused eyes, her hands followed you, pressing against your upper arms. "vi, please don't touch me." suddenly feeling tears spring in your eyes.

the girls brows were pinched together. "why not?" before contorting to a look that told you she understood what you had meant now. "oh."

"vi, please." but she didn't let go. you didn't want to loose control, but you were starving. you needed to eat before you ended up killing yourself but for the first time in all of your life, you'd truly been tempted. you'd been tempted to feed off a human but that wasn't you, you wouldn't hurt somebody. you wouldn't kill somebody. but with the hunger that you felt then, you were sure that if you started, you wouldn't be able to stop.

vi's hands were on you, her eyes searching yours even as you tried to back away. but vi was keen, she didn't let you move. her hands held an iron grip on you, sapphire eyes boring into your own. "feed off me."

your eyes went wide as saucers, whipping your head towards her so fast you were sure you'd gotten whiplash. "what?" is the only word that fell from your lips, your brows now pinched together and your hands shaking impossibly more. what she was asking you to do, it wasn't just dangerous, it was suicidal.

but her hands didn't stop soothing up and down your arms, she didn't even seem afraid of you. she should be, she really should be. even you were afraid of yourself. "you're in pain." she noted by the way your face had contorted from the minute she stepped into the room. with her being here, it would only be harder to control your urges and she didn't want you to have to do that. "let me help you, sweet girl."

but you didn't feel anything alike 'sweet' in that given moment. you glanced up at her, doey eyes coated with a glossy cover of tears. "vi, 'm really hungry." a whole whimper falling from your lips. "i can't―I wouldn't be able to stop― I don' wanna hurt you." but god, were you tempted.

"hey." her fingers brushing up and down your arms so gently. "everythings gonna be okay, cupcake, y'just gotta let go, 'kay?" she was reaching her arm up towards you, your eyes impossibly wide. "jus' let go for me, angel."

but you couldn't. you wouldn't. but her wrist lay in front of you, pumping. and you suddenly felt dizzy. "vi." you whimpered, the first tear falling down your doll-like cheek.

"'s okay." she cooed, soothing you. "'s okay just let me help you." she watched as your gaze turned back to her wrist, head feeling all floaty like and your eyes a little hazy. "jus' wanna help you." but even she was beginning to feel light headed, and you hadn't even began. sure, she wanted to help you and she'd do that a thousand times over, only a tiny feeling at the bottom of her stomach was laced with fear. then she remembered who was standing in front of her. her sweet and lovely y/n, you'd do no wrong, you wouldn't hurt her. even if you fed from her. "bottoms up." she mumbled.

she watched as your face contorted lightly, almost in pain as your mouth opened, fangs seeping out from your teeth. you whimpered gently as vi guided her wrist towards your mouth. hesitantly, you looked at her to which she nodded. in your starvation? more than enough for you. you gently sunk your teeth into her skin.

vi inhaled, squeezing in a breath as a light pain trickled around her body. but she didn't scream or yell about. that was the thing about vi, pain tolerance like no other. her free hand came down to your head, pressing against the crown of your hair. "that's a good girl." she spoke, gently stroking your hair. "see? you're okay."

but your mind wasn't focusing on her words, they were merely entering one ear and getting tossed out the next. your teeth were impaled in her skin, the blood filling your mouth. your eyes shut, a little noise of relief leaving your lips. your hands moved to press her wrist closer against your mouth. it tasted so good.

almost instantly, you felt the colour return to your face, the eye bags wash away as relief pumped through your veins.

you never drank human blood but this wasn't just any human, it was vi. and it tasted better than any animal you'd ever seen, you were sure it'd taste better than any human, too.

you could have drank the blood until her body run dry. but you couldn't. in fear of hurting her, you took your mouth away from her wrist, pulling away as your eyes flickered back up to hers, checking for any sign of regret.

you were blinking harshly, trying to let the blood set in after not drinking in weeks. while your body was swaying gently, vi was still ever so still. her eyes were a little hazy as her lips curved upwards. her thumb came down to meet your mouth, gently smearing the blood that had been on it around your bottom lip. she tapped your cheek causing you to part your mouth. instantly, she stuck her blood-covered thumb between your lips.

you whimpered softly against the skin, your eyes fluttering shut. "'s a good girl." she mumbled. "so good."

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[trendywaifus]

Aight, then how's about some lap pillow lovin with Nicole and Zhu Yuan?

I feel like Zhu Yuan REALLY deserves a lap pillow, but I'm pretty short, so it would be more like me being a stomach pillow tbh.

That's not to say that she wouldn't want to be a lap pillow if you asked, it's just me personally wanting to make her all happy after work!

*Sigh* soon her parents will hopefully be interacted with or seen in the story so that I can think about how she'd get us to meet her family and stuff

Anyway, meanwhile, I almost think Nicole would be a lap pillow almost-exclusively to butter you up or something post-date

although this isn’t a thirst (idc if this was or not, im a sucker for fluff/domestic loveee), this is cute! tysm for the ask! also in zhu ep, i think her parents were shown multiple times and it was so adorable! (i’ll have to write a lil drabble of the reader meeting her parents)

zhu needs some rest and i can imagine her coming home from her shift and she wants to take a small nap before eating dinner. you suggest a lap pillow and zhu yuan’s red in the face, but nonetheless she takes your offer because she has to be crazy if she denies her lover!

“ are you really sure i can rest my head down on your lap for a little bit? “ zhu yuan ask hesitantly, sitting down on the bed next to you with red cheeks. you nod your head, patting your lap. “ yes zhu, i’m sure. “

“ wh-what if my head’s heavy? “

“ it won’t be. “

“ what if your legs go numb while i nap? “

“ i don’t care—baby, just c’mere, “ you curl a hand around the back of her neck and guide her head down on your lap. the tips of her ears are red as she adjusts. you move pieces of soft black hair away from her eyes. “ feeling comfortable? “

“ y-yes, “ zhu yuan’s head turns a bit so her shy ruby hues meet yours. you laugh at her flustered state. “ why so shy? we’ve slept in the same bed together for over a year, pumpkin. “

“ r-right—but well, this feels oddly more intimate. i-i feel more vulnerable like this—n-not in a bad way! i. .just don’t know how to describe this feeling. “

you hum, stroking her head in a comforting manner. zhu yuan finds herself relaxing little by little as she focus more on your gentle digits playing with her hair and scratching her scalp. “ it’s fine, even if you feel vulnerable right now, you’re safe with me. rest a little, yeah? i won’t leave. “ you assure her lovingly, casting her a warm smile when your lover glances at you from the corner of her vision.

“ do you promise? “ zhu yuan asks in an unbelievably soft voice filled with hope, her eyes slowly closing as exhaustion seeps into her veins. she reminded you of a tired child resting in her parent’s arms. well it’s a fitting comparison, since she is a mommy and daddy’s girl.

“ i promise, love. see you when you wake up. “

nicole, oh my godd nicole would absolutely be your lap pillow if it means to butter you up! imagine you’re sitting on the bed sulking, nicole walks in, sees the look on your face, and be like “ what’s with that look on your face? geez, lay your head on my lap. i’m only doing this to cheer you up and i hate seeing you sad because i care about you. “ as for post dates, you’d have to ask her and she’ll be like,

“ y-you want me to be your lap pillow? . . .fine, lay down right here. wh-what do you mean you’re surprised i accepted so easily?! ugh—just lay your damn head on my lap before i change my mind, dummy. i-i’m only doing this because the date gone well. “ (that’s an excuse. nicole will let you lay your head down on her lap even if you ask her on normal occasions. she enjoys the weight of your head on your lap but ofc she won’t admit that. )

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

me: i'd like a little chaggie angst in my life.

me: nothing major. no blood or screaming or anything like that.

me: maybe something that could slot into canon without much trouble? something quiet. something sad. a small gut punch, is what im after

my brain: On in boss! Give me a sec.

my brain: .....

my brain: Okay how about this- Charlie was so hyped and determined to have Vaggie come with for the heaven trip not just bc they're partners, but also because- Charlie was gonna propose.

me: .... why would she propose? and in heaven? aside from it just being a nicer less gory place in general, i mean

my brain: Well Charlie was super excited about the trip, right? She thought there was a good chance they'd win their case, confirm Angel Dust's path to redemption, show their hotel could work, and prove the exterminations aren't needed and should stop. That's HUGE! That's her and Vaggie's current life goal getting checked off- and if they can stick together through making a hotel for redeeming sinners work, then marriage is kinda just yelling that for everyone to hear.

me: wouldn't charlie be freaked out by marriage tho. her parents are separated, and her family fell apart for while afterwards. she's only just started picking up the pieces with vaggie

my brain: EXACTLY!!! Vaggie got her talking with her dad, talking with him got him kinda onboard with the save sinners plan- the plan Charlie is trying to make her mom proud with! So her mom and dad aren't together, but they're least on the same page now! As far as Charlie knows anyway. Meaning them being married had REASONS behind it, reasons that haven't gone away even after they separated- so it's not like them being married to each other was for nothing or a mistake. It was good! It can still end good! And having Vaggie in her life is what helped all of that happen in the first place. Soooooo....

me: marry that girl?

my brain: Charlie was expecting her and Vaggie to get a great win up in heaven, together, as partners. What better time and place to say how much she wants to keep doing that with her?

me: hmm

my brain: Plus if Angel Dust got the green light for an eventual move to heaven, having the wedding before then would be kinda important if they wanted to be SURE he could be there for it. And Charlie would DEFINITELY want Angel there for it.

me: true, true.... so, what are we picturing here tho? how does all this... become a thing i can feel sad over?

my brain: Well first, imagine Charlie planning it. Being exited for it.

me: oh she'd be so very excited

my brain: Imagine her the entire time they're headed to and are up in heaven, checking her pocket whenever no one's looking, triple checking on the ring, grinning to herself- physically straining under the urge to just blurt everything out to Vaggie like she usually does BUT wanting SO MUCH for this to be a special surprise for Vaggie!

my brain: She goes on the heaven tour while Vaggie stays behind, and Charlie's a little relieved to get a break from the constant urge to get down on one knee whenever she looks over at her girlfriend- she spends the whole tour of heaven gushing about Vaggie, barely taking in the sights- maybe even lets slip, to her HORROR, what she's planning to ask (a beaming Emily SWEARS not to say a word)

Getting back to their room Charlie has to spend ten minutes pacing outside, muttering to herself and checking the ring and REMINDING herself NOT to just pull it out the moment she walks in and sees Vaggie again after a whole two hours apart- She goes in, buzzing with pent up marriage proposal energy, not sure she WON'T just say it all right then and there, and...

Vaggie's curled up on the bed, asleep, luggage open next to her and one of Charlie's spare shirts tucked around her like a blanket, a small stressed frown on her face as she naps.

Charlie melts. She takes a slow deep breath, lets out a long happy sigh, and tip toes quietly over. She does get down on one knee- to be on a level with Vaggie so she can smile at her and stroke her hair and smooch that pinchy frowny face, chuckling softly about how Vaggie never stops worrying about things, even in her sleep. At least Vaggie IS sleeping now. She hadn't gotten much of it, leading up to the trip here.

The ring is pulled out of Charlie's coat and slipped into pants pocket instead so Charlie can safely drape the coat itself over Vaggie, who's curled up as if Heaven's perfect temperature feels a bit chilly- and Charlie moves the luggage to make room on the the bed so she can snuggle in behind Vaggie, arms wrapped around her, maybe not able to resist playing with her girlfriend's left hand a little before dozing off herself.

Imagine Vaggie had been working up the courage to tell Charlie the truth when Charlie came back.... but she wakes up already safe in Charlie's hug, and it's- it'd be one thing to face Charlie across the room and see her turn away- it'd be another to FEEL her let go. Or to be the one who breaks the hold, maybe for the last time

So Vaggie doesn't tell Charlie.

And the trial goes, the way it goes, and Charlie- never tells Vaggie what she wanted to say either.

Instead of asking a question, Charlie gets answer, and they both find themselves on their knees in heaven- but for all the wrong reasons.

Then its bad. Charlie's up in their room alone with Razzle and Dazzle- and the RING- and she keeps trying to put it away or even chuck it out the window... but it always ends up tucked in her fist. Slipped safely back in her pocket.

In Cannibal Town, at Rosie's, when asked if she loves Vaggie, Charlie stumbles over her answer- not because she doesn't love her or doubt it, but.

She almost blurts out, at the worst moment- yes she loves Vaggie. She was even going to ask her to....

Everything all flies out the window back at the hotel gates.

They've got a fighting chance against heaven, hungry cannibals to arm with angelic steel, friends who chose to stay and FIGHT for their home and each other instead of running for cover- it's not what Charlie wanted but she'll damn well take it and she means to KEEP IT- there's no time to think about what the actual battle will be like or what (or if anything) comes after.

Charlie doesn't remember the ring again until days after the After.

At night in bed, after a long day doing more minor endless finishing touches to the new hotel (with Vaggie) and an evening writing out thank yous to everyone who helped hoping none of the overlords suddenly think of an extra cost to that help, rewording until her hand ached (and Vaggie took it gently and tugged her away with a "we'll finish them tomorrow, sweetie")

Charlie wakes up at night, in bed with Vaggie, and lays there staring up at the dark ceiling, frozen in panic- until she not frozen anymore but slipping out of bed and into carpeted middle of the room, hooves muffled as she paces, picking up KeeKee on the way and petting her frantically as she tries to THINK-

The ring, the fucking RING.

She doesn't know where the ring went.

Where she put it- still in her pocket when she was changing into her dress for the battle? Which pocket- pants or coat? Where had she put those- no one had bothered much with stuff like laundry when there were fortifications to be made! Not with Vaggie running daily drills on how to fight exorcists, not with Charlie scrambling to learn how to fight after a life of not ever wanting or needing to, but heaven had done those things to Vaggie, had hurt her, and wanted to do worse to their friends and Charlie would be DAMNED if-

had Charlie's one random set of clothes survived the blasts from the battle? Had they been sitting in the rubble somewhere? The ring- the ring should have made it- it'd been made to LAST after all-

Had someone else found it? She would've heard if anyone from the hotel had picked up a fancy ring though- a random cannibal or sinner maybe?

Or...

... maybe it was just lost. Just, gone.

Fallen in some crevasse or crack into some deeper part of hell, if it hadn't been melted and shattered with all the holy and unholy power being thrown around.

She knows exactly what that would look like, after all those times spent checking the ring, staring at it and trying to picture Vaggie wearing it without squeeing too loud. It would've looked good on her- but that daydream is gone too, and Charlie just sees the ruins of it.

Black obsidian band broken, gold edging melted, inner inscription burned away. The paired musical notes articulated with fermata like little rising suns above them (the pause, to be held as long as they wanted it to be) bracketed and bracketing the blood red, small, heart-shaped diamond....

All of it now probably just one dulled chip of rock lying somewhere no one will ever see.

Charlie, standing in the middle of her and Vaggie's new bedroom, staring at Vaggie asleep in their bed- her exhausted girlfriend planted face-fist into a pillow, silver gray angel wings flopped awkwardly over the covers and spreading out so long and slack (relaxed) they droop over mattress on either side, flight feathers brushing the floor.

The scars are still there too. Also silvery pale in the dim glow of hell outside the windows.

But when Charlie finally releases KeeKee and slips over to adjust Vaggie's pillow (she'd get a cricked neck otherwise) she has to stop and kneel down on the floor for a bit (down on one knee again too) and stare.

Vaggie's smiling in her sleep. Her eyepatch is off for the night, thin slit of black nothing peeking out under the lashes of that eye, and Charlie can see the fresh scars on her left arm from fighting off Lute.

Charlie, picking up Vaggie's left hand playing with it again, like she had up in heaven. Pressing a small kiss to the stab wound in it's palm.

It would've been nice to put on ring on that hand instead.

But Charlie finds herself smiling anyway, softly, as she squeezes into the thin strip of space between Vaggie and the edge of her side of the bed. She snuggles in close, Charlie's cheek on Vaggie's scarred hand and her arms wrapping tight around her own small piece of something way better than heaven.

Vaggie's wing stirring and drawing in, folding over Charlie like an extra blanket and a dreamy hug, not even having to be awake to want her closer.

"Next time," Charlie whispering as she falls asleep looking at her partner- her partner in every way that matters. "'m gonna wait for you to ask... 's your turn to worry about stupid rings, and, stuff...."

On the carpet in the middle of the room, KeeKee licks a paw. Stops. Coughs. Spits something out- something that chimes metallically as it bounces and rolls off the edge of the carpet an onto the floor-

KeeKee sniffs the thing curiously. Bats at it with one paw, pushing it under a dresser drawer. Then, bored, licks said paw and saunters off.

Vaggie's startled wings will fling herself backwards so hard and fast into the bedroom wall she'll end up giving herself a concussion, later, when she finds the ring.

it's her turn to worry about it, after all

XD

[havg02]

Fem!Batman headcanons (part 2)

◇By the time she realises she did care for Tim, his parents are dead and she immediately takes him in and only then raise him with actual full love as a sort of apology. She's still hesitant about him being Robin since Jason's death ran deep but seeing that the Teen Titans needed a Robin and Tim's intelligence, with Dick's reassurance, she decides to have another go. And soon enough, everything seems fine. Bryce dotes on Tim like she did with others and is very protective when he gets sick bc of his spleen, constantly scolding him on drinking too much caffeine and fickling about his scrawny appearance as if he's seconds from dying from starvation while Bruce wouldn’t be over the top about it like her. Tim and her have literal showdowns on stopping him from having caffeine.

◇Tim loves it the most when Bryce takes him out to picnic on a nice place and asks him to take pictures for her, then when she's at the gala party, she'll go show the pictures and his grades off for everyone to see how smart and talented he is--Bryce probably becomes more extroverted because of this well since she actually has something to talk about and not rely on her shyness to not talk more often. And when people saying how much she seems to love him and how important he must be reaches his ears, Tim is all mushy inside since he's not used to all this and Bryce can't help but find it amusing when his ears go all red whenever she holds his face and plants a kiss on his head. He's unsure what to feel when she bites his cheek and pinches his baby fat skin out of cuteness aggression.

◇Bryce knew that Dick and Jason couldn't take over her role of being the ceo of the Wayne enterprise so she didn't bother expecting Tim to take it up but when she sees that he's doing pretty great, she's kind of lost at the amount of new free time she has now that she doesn't need to work anymore. Like.....she can actually rest a little longer? It's.....so new. But boy is she thankful for him, maybe a little sorry when he's looking tired from balancing patrols, managing the Teen Titans, and work so she does still the paperwork for him to allow him to rest. And when Tim is having a hard time, he'll go straight to her to cry or for some comfort and curl up while taking whiffs of her scent that he's come to take it as a comfort smell like it's crack, with no fear of looking/feeling like a baby. Cuz everyone's a baby around Bryce!

◇Like with Dick and Jason, Bryce puts effort in protecting Tim from Damian’s attacks so they wouldn't be estranged bc she knows that Damian depends on his biological genes with her to only prove his worth and might be jealous of the others who got to be with her before him, and she definitely makes sure Tim knows that too. Like she'd sit him down to tell how brainwashed Damian is by the League and how Dick used to resent Jason too yet was still a big brother to him, and while he's not her real child, she still wanted him and chose him so he's still just as special. Tim is worried at first thinking she was going to neglect him too in favor for Damian but is happy again. Especially when Bryce says he's allowed to hit back if Damian is really gonna kill him and she promises she's going to do her best to calm him, and that he just needed to keep patient.

◇When Tim feels the absolute worst from receiving endless pain from Damian, Bryce makes sure to praise him by saying he's good as Dick who also joins her to get the two to get along, and it works. Tim is fangirling and probably ends up staying in the manor too. When Bryce dies, Tim is an absolute mess as he is in Canon when he doesn't have anyone like her to use their bat-senses to immediately know that he must be suffering from something and be there without him calling. He might go sleep in her bed with Damian like he used to do when he had nightmares and even bond with him as well by telling him all the stories of Bryce so that Damian who didn't get know her as much. Then he'll remember her praises and really get the idea of what being an older brother is about, and get along with Damian more. Cue Dick gushing like a school girl and telling Bryce in heaven would be proud.

◇When Talia introduces Damian to her, Bryce also goes r u srs like Bruce but mostly bc of the running joke of her having so many kids and she'd just sworn she wouldn't have anymore right before he showed up, yet she can't turn him away because IT'S HER BIOLOGICAL CHILD this time, who she never got to see at birth as a baby. Regarding the fact Damian has been raised in the league, she knows he'd been spoilt & only taught to kill and her kids may feel a little insecure around him since they're not her real children like Damian is so Bryce makes sure to be firm with him when teaching him respect/boundaries and everyone else to know she's not favouring him. She tries to get close to him by sparring and allowing to be as deadly as he wants so she could evaluate his weakness/strengths at the same time/learn about his life with the Leagues.

◇Bryce will also asks him to show off his art and music skills so she can praise him to make sure that Damian knows she IS proud of him and loves his skills so that he doesn't think she doesn't approve of him or that he's a bad person when she tries to tell him that his skills are too deadly. She tries to please him by taking him on missions where he could destroy enemies like robots so he can go ham as much as he pleases but she struggles so bad on trying to get him used to normal stuff that she wonders if that's how Dick felt with her when they went to eat McDonald's and she cut the burger with a knife to eat in smaller pieces. Luckily speaking of who, Dick helps Damian with that for her too that she's so thankful for him bc she believes that Damian should still get to experience having a dad figure too.

◇Bryce is super careful with him but does end up raising her voice at him at one point to get a message through and Damian gets scared for once, but she really wants him to know that he's not at fault for his violence as he would've feared being punished for failing and that he shouldn't feel ashamed for having be taught over again. So when Damian actually starts following orders, even though the criminals are still suffering more than they should be, she accepts it anyway since Jason does the same.

◇When she dies, Damian would probably be a little scared she's not around because she undid the fear of disappointing the League and taught him how things are meant to be, making Bryce his comforting figure to run to when he feels weak and vulnerable as Talia has never done that for him except worshipped him as the Batwoman's blood heir. Dick literally had to try gently coax him out of her bed he was hiding, but ofc, Damian doesn't like to be seen in a weak state. When Tim comforts him by telling how amazing Bryce was and he could be just as good as her, Damian begrudgingly appreciates it and remembers how she told him to let Tim have a chance, so he does try to respect everyone like she had requested. So when Bryce comes back to see this, she is SO relieved/happy.

◇As he softens, Damian becomes a little more awkward and shy around Bryce, but VERY super protective. Like I said in part 1, he's disgusted by people who don't bother hiding their hots for her and has gotten into many accidents at school or in public in general, just because he was catching them saying something perverted about her or looking way to grossly. Bryce has to thank him yet tell him that it can't be helped so as long as they don't lay a hand on her, it was fine but Damian can't fathom how it's 'fine'--this should be punished through death, because how dare you to his mother who taught him to live?? Fortunately for him, he has Dick, Jason and Tim to support and cover him up. It's the only time they'll ever help him.

◇Bryce may be known for her sons, but she was built to be a girl mom 💯. When Cass who is similar to her shows up, she is so excited to think of having her own daughter. Although she doesn't speak often, Bryce never really spoke as well as a child so she knew exactly how to interact with her. She tried to get close to her by teaching her to read, doing ballet which Bryce still remembers what she learnt as a child, taking her out to teach her of the normal life unless it's too loud because she's scared that Cass might find it overwhelming. But Cassandra was her first daughter and doted on her probably a lot more than she did with the boys, and for a moment when they complained about it, Bryce actually almost agreed. But no, moms aren't supposed to pick favourites but everyone knows.

◇Cassandra is like her hypeman when she scolds someone and probably low-key the instigator. Like, she would giggle outloud on purpose even if it was none of her business and hand her a rolled up newspaper when Bryce is looking for something to smack someone with. But in serious situations, she is the one to tell Batwoman when she's doing something wrong when Dick’s not around and Bryce really appreciates her for that and depends on her too to go out of their way to stop her from doing something messed up since she still is pretty unhinged. Yet Bryce thinks she shouldn't have to as she's still a kid like Tim, she doesn't want to be anywhere near like her dad. Bonus points if Cass asks Bryce to do her hair like her and feeling happy when people actually mistake her as her biological child.

◇Before Cass there was Barbara, despite having an almost sadistic side that Bryce couldn't believe Dick wanted to date her, she had her utmost respect and was the go to gal on top of her list. Out of all the batfamily, she was the most headstrong and when Batwoman couldn't get something into her head, Babs would do that. She might even trust Babs more than Dick cuz girls are there for each other, and that's how it was at the first with just the three of them. When Babs gets sent to a crippled state from Joker, Bryce's mama bear mode goes on and she sees absolute red because how dare you cripple this young girl with the most pretty red hair who has nothing to do with you?? She's the one to be there for Babs during her recovery as she feels like she's at fault when she just could've been the one to get rid of Joker with her abilities when the government themselves weren't doing anything about him.

◇Since Dick might not have to feel like he has to worry about taking after the Batwoman mantle since he ain't a gorl💅 Babs will. At first Babs will wonder if she can stay as Batgirl even if she becomes older as a woman and will start to feel bothered like she has a role to fulfill and has to catch up to be as good as her. She obviously doesn't want to become Batwoman and it bothers to the point that she ends up telling Bryce who's taken back since she doesn't expect anyone to even take up the role of Batwoman (like, Dick doesn't even want to be Batman) so she has to reassure Babs that she doesn't have to since Batwoman was made of her own personal inner darkness that Babs might not understand and she likes her better as her lovable friend Batgirl than be like her. And that washes away all of Barbara's worries but the people expecting her to be the next Batwoman anyway still affects her anyway.

◇But after Bab's accident, Bryce is scared to let any girls in the team because she feels as though the girls would suffer more than the boys since there are jerks like that in the world, even when Babs has recovered and could still kill someone despite being wheelchair bound. So when she met Stephanie, she was about to stop what she was doing because there were already enough in the batfamily to help around but when she sees that Tim likes her and her background with Stephanie expressing the only reason she doesn't kill is because of her, Bryce let's her do her thing but still is worried. She doesn't even let her be Robin in the first place since she'd end up like Jason while keeping Babs in mind. And when Stephanie is tortured by Black Mask, Bryce is even MORE scared shitless because that just proved her fear.

◇Nonetheless at the hospital bed, Bryce holds her tightly like shes her own child as she makes sure to let Stephanie she was a special case for her and if she had felt more comfortable, she would hire her in a heartbeat. With her paranoia of not anyone understanding what she means and having already expressed why she doesn't want Stephanie to have been Robin or be a vigilante in the first place, Stephanie gets it and doesn't mean any harm because yeah, Babs had it rough and having children's death in your hand is pretty harrowing. But after that, Bryce tries to put more faith again and welcomes her with open arms, trusting her to take care of Tim for her and trusting Tim to look after Steph from danger. Otherwise, she cannot handle her energy and vibes, because she's not as youthful, even though they're both tireddd.

◇Also when Steph gets pregnant she might ask Bryce for help on what to do since she still was a mom, and tell her plan to have someone adopt her child. As an adoptive mom who adopted Dick, Jason and Tim so they could have a better life/still have a chance to have a parent in their life, Bryce would let her know that she wasn't the best person to raise the boys so Steph could do better than her by getting someone more better to raise her child otherwise the child might live in danger like Jason. She might help her by finding the best foster people to raise a child but otherwise she'd give Steph space and have Tim to do his role as her boyfriend to comfort her. This is random but Steph probably low-key has a puppy crush on her and feels like a kid around her despite being a little older than Tim.

◇All three girl maybe make up a girls only sleepover and use puppy eyes to get Bryce to join in, and totally not because she wants know her luxurious makeup/skincare routine and try use the said luxurious products. Or they could help her go shopping or just simply have fun dressing her up. The girls all low-key love being part of the batfam because Bryce gets so many gifts from admirers that she doesn't know what to do with them so she just dumps it on them to keep the manor from getting cluttered and give Alfred some break, which is just the best because they get to try new products and don't have to go blow any budget from shopping for cosmetics. Or else, it'll just be thrown into the dressing room for disguise/ shower room down at the batcave.

◇Duke is probably the only normal child she's ever had. At first Bryce assumed that kids were normally just this quirky but no, everyone she had was just that unique. And my gosh it's a fresh of air. But after being to used to it, she's not even sure how to approach him sometimes. Though of course she loves him dearly like everyone else, also something about him being weirded out by everyone else was kind of endearing. Like, she can't help but marvel at how 'clean' of darkness he is while pinching his cheeks. Duke has already long gotten used to it, ironically making her just as nuts as everyone else lol. She might feel a little sad though because that might be proof as to how unhinged her life is and looks at Duke as an example of how she and the kids are supposed to be.

◇Bryce doesn't even ask anyone to come with her to a gala. Well she did have some hopes that there was someone who could do well in fancy events, but not anymore when she found out that neither of them were fit to be in a place like that. Tim and Babs could be great if Tim isn't sleep deprived every time and Babs liked to talk as much as she was smooth at it. Dick was perfect since he was a gentlemen but Bryce knows he wants to be alone in his thoughts nowadays (or that's how he seems to look in canon), so she can barely even make phone calls except only in emergencies. Not that she doesn't like going alone, she's learn to enjoy to take this time to just have fun with the rest of the world instead of fighting. And what could be more better than dressing up finely a gown, dusted with glitter and hair pinned with jewelry? She tries to appreciate what others dream of, no matter how empty it feels so it feels less guilty.

◇I'm pretty sure at the start, there would be a lot of rumours of Batwoman and Superman dating to the point that there were people online making fanart of them much to Bryce's annoyance and Clark's awkwardness (while scared of Batwoman's wrath). But through the end Clark would be her right hand man when she needs advice on being kinder to not just children and Bryce would teach Clark to be firmer/scarier to protect him from being used and stuff. If they weren't a couple, then they would be like a black cat sister and a golden retriever brother. Bryce is good friends with Lois but Lois would have felt jealous of her because Bryce is a superhero who's a genius with lots of money while she's just a journalist. Though if Bryce ever found this out, she'd avoid Clark and have Babs to delete fanarts/fanfics and spread the news of her being uncomfortable with it so the fans would stop.

◇By the way, imagine secretly being 'best friends' with Selina in secret? They go shopping together, listen to crap about the superheros and the villains, share lipsticks (and by share, I mean by kissing since logically and efficiently, it's quicker). Maybe Selina will trade money and presents to help her in a mission or give dirt on another criminal, or Bryce constantly blushing around her alluring and sexy air and stubbornly denies it, and will be there for her when Selina looks for help or advice since her villainous allies wouldn't be good enough to give her any. Like when Selina went to Bruce about Helena, Bryce will also immediately but gently warn her Helena might end up living in danger and help her get adopted, and be there to comfort her while telling her she's still a good mom for thinking about her safety anyway unlike when Dick got shot while he still lived with her.

◇They even might have been the worst enemies at the beginning and have catfights, but soon Selina ends up warming up and holding her hand out to Bryce first, then become secret friends from there--making them probably have the first unique friendship. Like, they're so painfully almost a couple but not?? She and Harley have friends but they'll have this special one with Bryce when they genuinely need help but have no one to turn to since they're villains and Batwoman is the only gal who will understand them despite their evil background. Harley mostly, because Bryce just cannot stand at how she's allowing Joker to be such an ass to her and if there's anything she learnt from her parents, men aren't supposed to hurt their ladies!!

◇Lois isnt the only one jealous of Bryce, Harley despises her out of jealousy bc of the rumoured unsaid chemistry between her and Joker, constantly feeling like on a compeition with her as Bryce tries to make her see how awful Joker is everytime. And when Harley finally realises, she looks to her for help like Selina does--oh, and don't get me started on the Joker. If Joker likes her like with Bruce, he'd be looking at her like she's a gentlewoman in shining armour. But the Batfamily (especially Jason) will be so protective over her, knowing about this crush. Joker is striking again? No worries Bryce, the Bat team will take care of it, you don't need to go. Did the Joker just force an annoyed Scarecrow to help make one big valentine heart balloon filled with fear gas dedicated just for you? Just stay home with Tim and Cass who are totally not distracting you. They'll take the choice of their friends crushing on their mom over Joker being creepy on her on any other fucking day.

[yandere-fics]

♡ Naga Paulines Pregnant Sister Likes To Roam ♡

♡ When she decided she needed to get you pregnant she hadn't actually known anything about how that would even go other than she laid eggs and she needed to lay them in you and eventually after they incubated you would likely lay those eggs too. She didn't really think the incubation period would be as long as it had been though. She had wanted to keep you in bed for the entirety of it but after the first month you started to feel suffocated being in bed all day long so she had relented and decided to let you roam. ♡

♡ She had not realized that you would roam so far and so often though. Some part of that made sense, your parents had stifled you and now they were dead so you could go anywhere you wanted in the manor and the garden of the manor finally. She had to put her foot down on the second one though once your stomach started to swell, she really didn't know when the eggs were going to come out so she had to have you close for whenever your labor did start. Still you allowed you to wander, fighting her instincts which clawed at her to just keep you wrapped in her tail forever, ultimately you were pregnant so as much as she despised you wandered she wanted to be soft on you. ♡

♡ There were a few places that she had made completely off limits though. The library, she would bring you the books from there, she couldn't have you in there when the shelves weren't stable enough. The kitchens, she found you in there once trying to prepare your own snack and killed the chef for not just anticipating when you would be hungry, it was too dangerous for you and beyond that you two were the new rulers of this house so you should never do the servants work. The bathroom without her, she couldn't trust her idiot sister to get the temperature just perfect enough to not hurt yourself but also for you to not be cold. Finally the downstairs floors. There were too many nooks you liked to usually take naps in because they were warm and it pissed her off greatly whenever she found you curled up in a cabinet. ♡

♡ Of course it went without saying as soon as you had the eggs she'd be confining you to the bedroom for recovery for at least a year. ♡

[peachhcs]

sam and will just being soft with each other and maybe it’s just them cuddled in bed talking to each other sleepy?

a soft morning

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

a soft, slow, lazy morning with samy and will (an extension of rainy days at the lake house)

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i kind of made this into a blurb, i hope you don’t mind. it’s kind of like a part 3 to my two part lake house story acting as a morning after situation. there’s also a longer imagine i wrote a bit ago that has this similar vibe (sunday mornings) but writing this was so cutie :) as always, send in more requests, i love writing them!

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summer's for the slow mornings

the second the sun began poking through the blinds samy's eyes slowly fluttered open. she could never keep sleeping when the sun shined into her bedroom, cursing her circadian clock. she squinted when the light crossed her eyes and immediately shoved her face back into will's chest who still slept peacefully beside her.

waking will up in the summer wasn't easy. when he didn't have early morning hockey, he slept until noon unless someone woke him up. not even the rising sun bothered the blonde which definitely made samy envy how heavily he slept.

now that she was awake the girl moved around for her phone that was somewhere in the bed. her fingers curled around a device, pulling it towards herself to see if it was hers or will. she smiled when she saw the familiar purple color.

samy readjusted herself against will's chest as she opened up her phone to check her notifications. none were of much an importance, so she headed to instagram. the posts were endless as the youngest hughes scrolled through her feed and tapped through stories. none of it was all too interesting, so samy switched into snapchat just to check how bad her bed head was.

the hickeys littered across her neck caught her off guard for a second. she forgot those were there for a moment until the memories of last night played in her head leaving a small smile on her lips. she carefully examined the ones she could see knowing there was no way she'd be able to hide all of them.

she'd just have to wear them with pride and ignore the chirping from everyone while also avoiding any eye contact with her parents.

the girl got bored of her phone, so she threw it back down on the bed. she got herself more comfortable against her boyfriend so she could play with his hair while waiting for him to wake up. 10:30 wasn't too early, so there was hope the blonde would wake up soon. samy's fingers carefully tangled themselves into will's messy curls in an attempt to make then a little less messy.

she was glad the mullet season was gone for now and he had his normal length back that wasn't too long at the nape of his neck. samy didn't hate when the boys had mullets, but it definitely wasn't her favorite hairstyle of will's.

she'd never tell him that though because then will would never grow his hair out like that ever again and his team would chirp at him for being such a simp.

samy knew how much will valued her opinion on everything and also how much he hated the constant chirping.

her delicate fingers must've woken will up because a few seconds later, the blonde's eyes fluttered open and squinted from the harsh sunlight coming in higher through the half-closed blinds. the boy looked to his right, immediately smiling when he saw samy.

"good morning," the girl grinned softly.

"morning," will's voice came out rough and raspy from sleep. "what time is it?"

"like 10:30," samy answered, gently running her finger up and down his hickey-filled chest.

"so early," he pushed his face into the side of samy's head making her giggle.

"early? it's late," she chuckled.

"early for me," will corrected himself.

samy rolled onto her side so she was facing her boyfriend who hid his face in the pillow when she moved her head away. he looked so cute in samy's eyes. "how'd you sleep?" she wondered.

will finally showed his face again, a lazy smile on his lips, "the best i've slept in months."

"that good, huh?" samy reached out to drag her fingernails across his exposed shoulder. the action had will jumping in surprise before quickly melting into her touch.

"i told you i've been wanting to sleep with you beside me since we got here," the boy mumbled earning a smile from the brunette.

"good thing i kicked hannah out then," samy laughed while will playfully rolled his eyes. he took ahold of the hand dragging across his shoulder to leave gentle kisses on.

his action made a deep blush spread across samy's already rosy cheeks.

"so how badly are things gonna be when we go downstairs?" will wondered meaning the two hadn't seen everyone since yesterday afternoon before their extremely eventful night.

"uhh..i'm not sure. maybe luke kept his mouth shut or they all heard us," samy giggled and her words definitely didn't ease the embarrassment on will's face at the idea of the entire house hearing.

"amazing," the blonde muttered.

"we could just stay here for a bit longer," samy suggested as her boyfriend met her gaze again. a smile danced on his lips while pushing his face closer to hers.

"sounds perfect," the boy mumbled before placing a chaste kiss to her lips and wrapping his arm tighter around her frame.

she curled into him with a content smile and will hummed in response, burying his face into her hair. the couple wrapped themselves up in one another finally feeling like they could be close without someone breathing down their backs every second.

will would lay in bed all day as long as it was with samy.

samy wouldn't ever get tired of being wrapped up in her boyfriend's arms as the sun slowly rose and their friends' voices sounded downstairs as everyone started waking up, ready for another full day of adventures.

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okay it’s been a while but could you do a pt. 3 to the slow living with sev reqs? Maybe this time it’s just about how they constantly get chosen by the cat distribution system despite always saying how they won’t take another?

adorable ! i was just thinking about these blurbs the other day :)

men and minors dni

the first cat comes to you about three years after you moved in. you guys are finally starting to get the hang of living a slow life, starting to get in the groove. and then a giant blizzard hits.

it's the biggest area you've seen in decades.

you guys were snowed in for days. it was nice for the first few days. like a little vacation-- no where to go and nothing to do but cuddle up by your wife and watch the world outside get blanketed in fluffy white snow.

but by day four, you and sevika were both getting antsy. cabin fever was setting in, and the weather had no intention of lightening up for days.

so that evening, when sevika leaves an icecube on the kitchen tiles to melt and you step in it, the two of you get into a petty, pointless, incredibly passionate argument. it lasts an hour-- mostly because you've got nothing better to do and you've gotta let off steam somehow.

just when sevika's finally fed up with your bickering and tries to distract you with kisses-- her eyes less annoyed and more lusty-- a howl sounds out from your porch.

you both run to the window.

sitting pressed up against the screen wall of your wrap around porch is a skinny white cat-- cringing as the snow batters him. you gasp. sevika gawks.

the cat's in the house in a flash.

the poor thing must have been stuck outside the entire storm-- and the two of you spend the rest of the storm cuddling around the pathetic little thing and feeding him shredded tuna.

and three days later, when the snow's expected to finally melt and the streets are expected to get cleared, you turn to sevika in bed and nudge her.

"you know we're keeping the cat, right?" you ask. sevika chuckles.

"i know." she says.

"wanna take it to the vet with me tomorrow? we can visit the pet shop after. i'll even let you name it." you say. sevika grins.

"cool."

"but i get veto power if you pick something stupid."

"well that's no fucking fun." she grumbles, flopping on her back in disappointment.

she does come with you to run errands the next day, but it takes her ten days to pick a name. it's hilarious.

she takes the process way too seriously-- trying to find something 'perfect' for the cat.

at one point you suggest 'snowball' and she rolls her eyes at you.

"that's way too basic-- you wanna name our white cat we got in a snowstorm 'snowball'?" she asks. you're kind of hurt at her criticism, but you also find it adorable how much she obviously loves the new addition to your little family.

the cat is sevika's first pet. she never had the time when she was an adult, and her parents didn't get her one as a child-- and it's incredibly clear to you that this cat in particular was sent to her.

you guys settle on icicle. apparently 'it's way more badass than snowball.'

sevika calls her ice for short. icicle sleeps on the pillow beside sevika's head.

icicle gets big and chunky in her first you with you and sevika-- neither of you can see past the night you first found her when she was skinny and shivering and so so so cold in your arms. so you spoil her.

sevika installs a little cat door in the porch, and she serves as great pest control for your garden.

on the first real day of summer, you walk outside and find sevika asleep in the hammock, the sun streaming down on her, icicle curled up on her chest. it's the cutest thing in the world.

you ask sevika once about maybe getting another cat for icicle so she'd have a friend, and sevika blinked at you, her eyes wide and her lip pouting as she spoke. "but i'm her friends."

so you guys don't get another cat. but icicle doesn't know that you've landed on this decision.

icicle is pretty friendly with most of the animals on your property. she respects the ducks-- they're too big for her to try to attack them. she loves the goats-- she loves napping with them.

so it really shouldn't have surprised you when one evening as you called out icicle's name through your back door-- ready to feed her dinner-- she came trotting up the stairs with a little ball of fur in her mouth.

she let it go at your feet, gave it a lick, then turned back around and returned with another fur ball, presenting it at your feet as well.

at first you thought maybe she'd caught some bunnies and was trying to show off-- the little fluffs of brown and grey fur beneath you were hardly moving. but when you got closer, you realized that they were kittens.

"where the fuck did you get these!?" you asked icicle. she just licked away at the little babies beneath her.

sevika found the four of you on the back stoop ten minutes later, gasping when you gently placed one of the tiny kitties in her arms.

"was ice pregnant?!" she asks you. you giggle.

"i--i dunno, we got her spayed, right?"

"what the fuck?" sevika asks her fur baby. icicle just licks her paw, the picture of innocence.

it turns out the kittens weren't icicle's. the vet says that she likely found them abandoned and made the decision to foster them. sevika scoffed at that, nudging you and huffing, "i guess we forgot to tell ice she's supposed to be an only child."

the kittens are fucking adorable. ice was an adult when you rescued her, and getting to watch the kittens grow up is so entertaining. they're so playful in the first few months, and icicle is a great kitty-mom, incredibly patient with her babies, gently teaching them the ropes of your property.

icicle even shares sevika with them, and often all three cats can be found tucked into sevika's side while she snores on the couch.

they're both boys, both from the same litter, and the gray one's a grumpy old man in a kitten's body, while the brown one is a sweet, curious little baby. so you decide to name them bert and ernie.

your bed gets a little more crowded, as all three cats like to sleep beside the two of you, but sevika doesn't mind.

she does start complaining about all the vacuuming she has to do, though.

so when a year later, the two of you are visiting the pet supply store and they're having an adoption event and you walk right by a wrinkly, scraggly, mostly hairless cat-- you both fall in love.

she's got four patches of orange hair-- one on each of his cheeks, one on his forehead, and one on the tip of her tail. looking at her head on-- she looks like a normal cat. and then when she turns to the side, as sevika says: she looks like a scrotum. she's adorable.

you tried to walk away, not needing another cat to buy food for-- but when the attendant told you that her name is 'shredded cheddar' and she was rescued from a fire-- hence the baldness-- and she only had a week left to get adopted before she'd be euthanized so a new cat could join the shelter-- well, what were you supposed to do?

shredded cheddar is your 'fourth and final' cat, sevika declared as she scooped the sweet, sleepy cat into her arms and began kissing the tuft of hair on her forehead. your just laughed at her and she glared at you.

"what?"

"every time you say that, we got another cat in our bed in a year." you say. sevika snorts.

that's not true.

it's true.

less than two months later, all four cats in your home start acting suspicious.

they're skittish around you and sevika, their food is disappearing-- you start to wonder if they've started going to neighboring properties and scamming other families out of food, pretending to be strays.

you find your answer a week later, while you're cooking.

sevika shouts out a curse from the basement, and you go flying down the stairs.

"what? what's wrong?!" you ask.

sevikas holding her chest and glaring at icicle where she's sitting in the corner.

"sev?" you ask. sevika gestures for you to come over to the closet she's got open, and you poke your head in, gasping as a pair of green eyes blink up at you from the dark, shadowed floor.

"is that a cat?!" you ask.

"i smelt wet food down here-- i thought maybe one of them threw up. nope-- they've all been harboring a fugitive-- feeding it their own food. she says, gesutring to where a pile of uneaten shreds of fish and beef sit beside the cat. you giggle.

"looks like we got another cat." you say, shrugging. sevika groans.

"you have to take over vacuuming for me. i can't deal with five cat's worth of hair in this house."

"or you could just give it up babe. we're the crazy lesbians that built their own house 'n grow their own food-- of course we're gonna be covered in cat hair." you laugh, leaning down to pick up the black cat and hug it to your chest. sevika pets its head, chuckling.

"fine. but i wanna name this one." she says, smiling down at the cat. you laugh.

"i get dibs on the next, then."

sevika just rolls her eyes.

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Ooookay (please once again bare with me for the request and I'm half asleep so it might not make sense) anyway another Hope x hybrid female reader (secret little). So like reader is normal this tough and independent girl who isn't afraid to speak her mind. As for the plot (?) the reader gets super stressed out over family issues or school (Alaric) and she hides in her room to regress because she's embarrassed or maybe even ashamed to tell Hope since Hope's only ever seen her as tough. (When reader regresses, she's into like coloring and stuffed animals and cuddling) anyway, while the reader is coloring, Hope walks into her dorm (she never knocks) and it catches bothbof them off guard but Hope quickly regains her composer. The reader is rather quiet when she regresses as well like she's always scared to talk.

Anywho, thank you for your time in reading this and thank you for you patience with me 😄 (please let me know if it's too demanding or detailed or anything you don't like🙏🏽)

Hiding No More

Little hybrid female reader x Hope Mikaelson

Warnings: swearing, very brief and not detailed mentions of past trauma, but the rest is fluff!

A/n: Don't worry about anything babe!!! I love detailed requests 💛

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Hope watches as you storm out of the room, hands acting as if you're trying to strangle someone. Doctor Saltzman she assumes, considering you were obviously trying not to kick his ass.

She wants to go after you, but she thinks it's best to let you cool and calm down a bit.

You want to smash everything in your path on your way to your room. After you slam the door closed, you lean against it, eyes turning amber. You slide down the door, crouching into a half fetal position.

Taking deep breaths, you start calming yourself down. There's still a want to smash Alaric's head into his desk, over and over and over again in the back of your head, but that's always there. What you want to do is just slip into your safe spot.

Its the only thing you've never told your girlfriend. You don't know how she'd react to you having a little space. She already has so much on her plate and you don't want to add to it with your own problem. Thanks a lot mom and dad, you thought, considering they were absolutely horrible parents and how you researched age regression after they abandoned you for good.

Fuck this, you think to yourself and slowly start getting up off the ground. You kick your combat boots off beside your mirror on your way to your opened closet.

You pull out a Disney fairies coloring book and a pack of 24 crayons from one of the shoe boxes you have. Walking over to the soft rug beside your bed, you lay your things down and sit down on it as well, legs crossed.

You turn to a page with Faun and Iridessa and start coloring it in.

After twenty minutes, Hope goes over to your room. She walks opens your door and walks in without knocking, just like she always has since you guys became friends when you first came to the school a couple years back. You guys bonded over both being part werewolf and vampire/soon-to-be vampire, and you told her stories about her dad since he's the one who turned you. After shutting the door behind her, she turns back to look in the room. Her eyes immediately widen, meeting yours, where you're sitting on the ground, yellow crayon in hand.

Your eyes also widen, but there's a sprinkle of fear in them. Your girlfriend just walked in on you coloring a little kid colouring book. You'd think that surprise and fear in one would jump you out of your headspace, but you're wrong. Sitting on the ground, you're still deep in your toddler headspace, it's not as young as you could be but it's not exactly great at the moment.

Hope snaps out of her staring, and makes her way over to you. She notices a half-drunken sippy cup of apple juice sitting beside you.

You start curling into yourself, not wanting Hope to see you like this.

"Hey, you don't need to be afraid y/n/n" Hope says gently, crouching down beside you. You look up at her, vulnerability shining through your eyes. Hope can see why you'd want to hide, you're not one to easily show being vulnerable.

She tries to rack her brain for why your behavior seems so familiar until she realizes it. Your parents sucked and were horrible to you, creating trauma for you, and you needed some way to cope with it, so your mind found comfort in your headspace regressing from a teenager to a kid. Age regression. She read about it in one of the books she has a couple months ago for one of her classes, not thinking anything of it and why it seemed familiar, until now.

She sits, legs crossed. "Your mind is different right now, isn't it? younger?" She asks with a comforting small smile on her face. Hesitating, you slowly nod your head. "Can you tell me how old you are sweetie?" she asks.

"Th-three" you speak quietly, not used to ever speaking in little space since you had no one to speak to. "...Are you mad?" you squeak out next, wanting to get it over with in the sense that she is most likely going to break up with you.

"Of course I'm not mad, baby. I love you so much, I want to take care of you," she tells you and kisses your forehead.

A second later, she feels you crash into her, head nuzzling into her neck. She wraps her arms around your torso and holds you close. "I'm always here for you, baby girl, no need to hide anymore" she whispers, eyes closed.

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Ask game, please! Dracula AU where Jonathan is a werewolf. It doesn’t end well (well, even sooner) for the count.

Ok love this also we're throwing werewolf lore in a blender to make this work and kinda fit the original novel. Kinda.

1- ok so Bram Stoker was Irish so our dear friend Jonathan is a descendent of Laignech Fáelad and the werewolves of Ossory, though one who's family has been in England for at least several generations now. Also, these are the "astral projection of spirit in the form of wolves" type of werewolves described in Nennius of Bangor's Historia Britonum, similar to the ones Augustine of Hippo say are possible through God to fight evil because uh whatever Christianity thing is going on in Dracula.

2- So when Jonny boy shows up to Transylvania and all the locals are freaked out about something, he looks in his Romanian to English dictionary and sees they're using a word that means either vampire or werewolf. And then he wonders if the Count is a werewolf too, and is curious about how that works here- the only other werewolves he ever knew were his mother and grandfather, but they are tragically long dead since he's an orphan who sees his boss as a parental figure. So when he hears wolves in the woods, he's not too concerned yet. When a woman presses a rosary into his hand, he awkwardly takes it and wonders if she'd be superstitious of him too, if she knew- but he really wants to meet the Count!

3- but then he meets the Count. And the Count does have the ability to somewhat control wolves... But he really also sets them off. They don't like him. And Jonathan? His inner wolf does not like this guy, it's unnatural, it's bad, he wants to bite but!! He can't do that, he's a real lawyer now and Mina would be so disappointed if he used his first customer as a chew toy. So he grins and bears it, wondering if it's just a territory thing, and wondering if the castle is so empty because the rest of the Count's family is out in wolf form. But... Where are the servants or anyone else?

4- Eerily, Jon goes to sleep, and his human body is left behind in his bed while his spirit pops out in wolf form. He can't smell anyone. Just the Count, and three faint scents, but they don't smell human. They don't even smell like real wolves. They smell like long dead corpses. Still nervous, Jon curls up in the corner and tries to get some rest as a wolf.

But then the Count comes in while he's "sleeping", getting close to the bed and frowning at the rosary. Jonathan's spirit werewolf has had enough and just jumps up, lunging on instinct to protect his human form.

A wolf battle commences, but Dracula hasn't had to put up an actual fight in so long, and Jonathan has the power of God and anime on his side so he wins- and the lady vampires drop dead from their connection to the Count. Freaking out about the murder, Jonny returns to his human body and runs.

5- when he returns to the town a day later, ragged and panicked, when the town hears about all four vampires being dead... They throw a party of a "funeral", everyone swears up and down that the Count and his family tragically died of a wolf attack the day before Jonathan got in and he found their bodies when the coach took him to the castle, and he's sent home bewildered but his boss is like "wow that really sucks, I'm sorry you had such a horribly unlucky first case, let's keep you close to home from now on. Also is your hair white now?"

No vampires travel into England, Jonathan is worried that his wolf form now being stark white is a bad omen, but Mina just pets him behind his ears and says she thinks it's cute, oh, also, Lucy wrote her about one Doctor Van Helsing that a friend of hers knows, he heard about the strange wolf attacks in Romania and blamed it on vampires, can you believe?

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Hello, can you do smut to fluff with Baiken getting impregnated by the reader and then how she would be as a mom? Thanks

note: okay. i'm not gonna lie this is a scary request for me because this is NOT subject matter i'm used to, and i still need to figure out how to write baiken.. especially in this particular scenario. however, i am an encourager of playing with canon like dolls, and don't wanna leave ya waiting any longer, anon. anyways, i'm formatting it as a few scenarios. if you want more and something more specific, my ko-fi is linked in my pinned :3 also no offense anon but i chuckled a little at this being the third request i got. lightheartedly, i feel like i've been hit with the writer's equivalent of "now draw her pregnant". okay, anyways, enough mar yapping, hope you enjoy

Baiken x Reader NSFW, Dearest

Hands wandering over her, you worked to please the samurai under you. Thrusting into Baiken's warm wetness, she let out a quiet, growling moan, reaching for your head to pull lightly at your hair. "I'm getting close, Baiken," You warned her, trying to be polite, which she usually appreciated. "Mm, I can tell," She said with a smirk, clearly a bit softer than usual. "Cum inside this time," She demanded, leaving little room for argument, or anything of the sort. And so, without wanting to displease her, you did.

Something about that was.. strange. Baiken seemed to have no interest in motherhood before. Sure, she had practically adopted Delilah, and done a damn good job taking care of her, but she had never willingly talked of being a mother. But due to the fact that she fell asleep right after sex, snoring rather loudly next to you, you couldn't talk to her about it until the morning. For now, you curled up with her in your arms, and decided you'd make it the topic of conversation over breakfast.

And when the morning came, you brought it up to her. However, Baiken being Baiken, simply stated that she decided she'd like to be a mother. She wanted to give someone a life that had been better than hers, at least as much as she could control. Understanding, you began to prepare together to become parents.

Baiken's pregnancy was not easy. The emotions were.. difficult to deal with, and you swore you were going to get your head cut off one of these days. All in all, you did your best to take care of her, but she took it the wrong way on a fair amount of days. "You think I can't take care of myself?" She'd growl, and you tried not to make a big deal of defending yourself, as that would only likely make it worse. You both did your best.

(I am not writing anything about childbirth. If you wanted that, I remind you that my ko-fi is in my pinned post.)

In the early days of having a newborn, Baiken got up many nights to deal with your child crying. She'd grumble as she left your shared bed, but if you went in to check on her, you'd find her lovingly holding the child in her arms, trying as she could to soothe the little one. As she held the child, she gave you a dirty look, as if you hadn't seen her act soft before. You laugh to yourself a little. When you left the room, she kissed the newborn on the head, and put them down into the crib once they stopped crying. As you had went back to bed, you notice in the morning that Baiken didn't rejoin you-- no, you found her the next morning sitting on the chair adjacent to the crib in the child's nursery. She had stayed all night, just in case she was needed again.

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From Strangers to Sisters - Prologue

The back story to our series, enjoy! ❤️

After Ultron, Wanda had grown close to Clint who promised to watch out for her, but she also was taken under the wing or web, in this case, of the Black Widow.

The two had become like sisters. However, when the team was ripped apart by the Accords, Natasha went on the run and rediscovered not only her younger sister but her “parents” after destroying the Red Room with them. 

Her parents were more at a distance, but they did give her a second family, and Yelena and Natasha came back with Cap to break Wanda out of the prison cell. While she appreciated the time with Vision as her protector in hiding, she couldn't help but feel heartbroken at the loss of the family she felt she'd built when the team came together, that is, until Yelena made a comment about how Wanda was always low and hanging onto a red jacket that seemed to be in Yelena's memory as the redheaded widow's at one point, and Nat realized her neglect of her dear friend. 

Wanda has given up on trying to get any sort of family back, as they always seem to end up being ripped away from her. She chose to keep to herself in her room, concluding that it was best to keep to herself. 

Nat knocked gently on her door, “Wands?” She asked softly. The young witch jumped at the sudden sound, just letting out a grunt in response, thinking that Natasha just wanted to use her for her magic or something.

“Can I come in?” The Widow asked softly. Wanda just sighed, curling up a little tighter.

“I do not have the energy to help you with my magic right now.” She murmured.

Nat was hurt at that comment but couldn't blame the young witch for feeling this way, it had been all business lately, and she knew she should've seen this sooner. “I'm not here for your magic, Wands. I've missed you.” 

“I think you miss your sister more though, so you can make up for lost time with her, it’s more than what I can do with my brother.” She told Nat straight out, numb to the world.

The Widow was shocked at her words, but instead of leaving, went to her on the bed and rubbed her back, “Wanda, I'm not leaving you. Just because Yelena is back in my life, and we've had missions together, doesn't mean I don't see you as my younger sister anymore. We built something too, and I'm sorry I've neglected it after everything.” 

Wanda initially flinched away at the touch. “You don’t have to say that, I am used to everything being taken away from me, so it’s fine.” She murmured, hesitant to relax into the feeling.

Natasha scratched her back still, running her other fingers through her hair, “I'm not saying it because I have to, I mean it. I've missed you, Wanda.”

The Scarlet Witch shrugged, trying to push Nat away by moving away from her. “All of this is not necessary, you are wasting your time.”

The Black Widow furrowed her brow, “Okay Wanda, you leave me no choice.” As she gently began wiggling her fingers into the younger woman's sides and belly. 

Wanda’s eyes widened, already flinching away and beginning to squirm, trying to get away from her fingers. “Nono don’t you dare, surely you’d rather do stuff like this with Yelena…”

Nat grinned, “Nope I'm gonna tickle you to pieces! Coochiescoochiecoochie coo little witchy woo!” The older redhead tickled the witch and gently wiggled her fingers into her ribs, making her squeal and roll away from her.

“Nope, you’re not.” She tried to defend herself as she covered her mouth.

The Widow smirked and crossed her arms, snagging Wanda's feet into a headlock, scritching into her socked arches with her short nails. 

Wanda yelped, reaching to shove Natasha whilst pulling helplessly at her legs, a few giggles slipping out. “Quit ihit!”

“Aww, there's that laugh I've missed!” She grinned at the witch’s plight as she gently tickled under her toes, “Gitchiegitchiegitchie goooooo I've got your toesies!” 

“You’re not getting any more!” She whined, not wanting to use her magic in case she scared Nat, she just scrunched her toes up and shook her head.

The spy wasn't fazed, however, and tickled her nails along Wanda's arches, hunting for any particularly sensitive spots, and then managed to slide her socks off in a millisecond, attacking her bare feet, “Oh dear it seems we need better access to find the Scarlet Witch’s lost smile.” 

Wanda squeaked, reaching forward to try and shove Nat’s hands away, the arches of her feet almost breaking her. 

“The itsy bitsy spiders tickled Wanda’s feet. Down came the legs and danced a little bit. Out came her smile and chased away sad brain and she and Natasha could be best friends again,” the spy sang playfully, giving it her all as her fingers traced and then randomly skittered along her arches, above her heels and below her soles. 

The witch blushed, squealing whenever Nat would touch her arches, a few more giggles slipping out as she kept pulling at her legs.

The older woman then sat on her shins, gently turning, “Hmm let's give your feet a break and try somewhere else?” And with that, she tried jellyfishing and squeezing above her knees, and spidering around her thighs, ticklishly exploring and playing with Wanda. 

“Fuck!” She squeaked, the knee squeezing causing her to break a little more as she whined and let out a couple of light giggles, still attempting to shove at Natasha’s hands.

The ex-spy smirked, gentle as a feather but quick as lightning and secure as steel, Nat sat her knees on Wanda’s wrists, “Let's give your hands a little vacation, shall we? Some acupressure, let's call it.” The redhead smirked as she wiggled her fingers above the witch’s belly. 

Wanda squeaked when her hands were pinned, thankful that her knees were pretty much skipped, but squirmed around when Nat threatened her with an attack on her belly. “Noho…”

However, the redhead was playfully cruel, shrugging, “Okay!” And reached back to squeeze above her knees rapidly. Then, just as quickly, she fluttered lightly and slowly all over Wanda's tummy, “Oops changed my mind.” 

“FUHUHUCK!” Wanda yelped, the rapidly changing attacks causing her to crack, she kicked out and thrashed helplessly as she pulled at her hands whilst sucking her belly in, her thin shirt not helping.

Nat decided to go in for the “kill” and slowly and gently rolled Wanda's shirt up, “Uh oh peekaboo, I can see your tummy boop,” she smiled and gently poked around her belly to tease her, spidering her nails light and slow before suddenly sucking in air and, “PFFFFFTT!” Raspberrying just below her belly button, shaking her nose in as she raked her nails up and down the younger woman's sides. 

“NAHAHAHAT I HAHAHAHATE YOU SOHOHOHO MUHUHUCH!” Wanda screeched out, helpless, free laughter came out of her as she shook her head helplessly.

The Widow chuckled, letting her breath momentarily, “Aww you hate me? That's too bad, I looove you.” She giggled, curious to see what Wanda would say. 

“You… what?” Wanda asked after she took a moment to breathe, not knowing if she heard the Widow correctly or not.

Natasha tilted her head, gently brushing hair out of Wanda's face, “I've never actually said that to you? I love you, Wanda. You helped me believe in sisterhood again. The boys are family sure but you, you showed me sisterhood could exist and you're probably the main reason I was even able to repair my relationship with Yelena after we nearly strangled each other the first time in person after a decade or more.” 

She bit her lip, hesitant to believe her. “I-I- what?” She asked in disbelief.

The Widow looked at the witch softly, now laying on her to hug her tightly, trying to show she was sincere, “Yes, Wands…you did that for me. And you still do, I've just been absent and I'm truly sorry because I have really missed you.” 

“But what about Yelena? You grew up with her you’re finally reunited with her despite a rocky beginning.” Wanda asked, still hesitant to believe her.

The redhead smiled gently, “We've had a rocky forever. This is the closest to stability we've ever known besides little glimpses of “normal” sisterhood. But normal 13-year-olds don't fly planes with their sister crying and their parents shot or nearly so. And my relationship with her doesn't take away what you and I have or what we've built, and I'd like to make more memories with each of you maybe both of you together.” Natasha said softly, her voice hesitant but hopeful. 

“You’d want me to be included? But what about what i’ve done? I may panic and use my magic and scare everyone” Wanda asked quietly.

“Not Yelena and I, we've done horrible things too,” Nat assured as she pulled her closer, “We'll help you.” 

Wanda just went quiet for a moment. “You’re not going to give up on this, are you?” She asked.

Natasha smiled and rested her forehead on Wanda's, just like she'd do to reassure Yelena, “Nope.” Wanda couldn’t help but pause her stubbornness and that, she just sighed and briefly pulled away. “Whatever…”

The Widow smirked, and shook into the witch’s ribs, “All that and I get a whatever? A whatever?” She teased and began her playful attacks again. 

Wanda gasped, squealing as she broke into giggles again. “Yehehehes you dohohoho!”

She giggled at the witch and raspberried her neck and then cheekily nibbled her ribs, making Wanda screech with giggles and shove at her hands. “Okahahahay you wihihihin!”

Nat stopped immediately, pulling Wanda into a tight hug, almost into her lap as she moved off her. The witch assumed Nat wanted her that close was an accident and moved off her.

The Widow spoke this time, “Nooo, come here,” she said softly, trying to be lighthearted as she pulled the younger woman back into her lap and rocked her. 

Wanda bit her lip, not used to this type of affection, so hesitant to accept it. “But I am not a baby” she replied innocently.

“I'm not swaddling you, I'm just holding you,” Natasha said softly, the witch just shrugged, sitting there awkwardly. 

“Am I making you uncomfortable?” The redhead asked softly, rubbing her back. But Wanda shook her head. “I’m just not used to it…”

“We can work on that,” Nat assured her, holding her close. The witch sighed in response, pretty much giving in as she wanted to get closer to Natasha.

Just then a blonde head popped in the door, “Oh heeeey there you guys are. Wanda, would you like to be doing a movie night? Kate Bishop has just appeared and I am making the Mac and cheese, and I have extra hot sauce. Maybe a Sokovian like you appreciates my taste?” 

Nat smiled and rolled her eyes, chuckling, “What do you say, Wanda? Wanna save me from being a third wheel and their crazy antics?” 

Yelena’s mouth dropped open, and she reported playfully, “I did not say you could come, Natasha,” the blonde smirked and giggled. 

The redheaded widow raised her eyebrows, “Well, in that case, we'll stay here and let you and Kate clean up the popcorn fight you'll surely have on the couch.”

Yelena rolled her eyes, “Fine fine you may join. Wanda?” The blonde widow smiled at the witch, who widened her eyes in disbelief.

“Oh, uh, sure.” She replied quietly, but tugged Nat to come with her, feeling a little hesitant about this whole ordeal.

However, she was glad to step out of her comfort zone, as the evening was the start of what would soon be an incredibly close bond she didn’t realize she craved.